Chapter 2 - The Start of Everything Part 2

Izumi had arrived at his class with some of the students there greeted him. Even though he has that bad rumours about him. Some of the girls were too lost in their illusion of him being a perfect human that they refused to believe any of it.

As disturbing as it is Izumi didn't care what the peoples thought about him. All he cares about were his grades now. He was aware just how bad his reputation were, but he has stopped doing those bad things he did in middle school.

He's the very example of a perfect bad student. Always late for school, don't listen to the teacher, sleeping when he's in class, but he was smart enough to make them all shut up.

That's why some guys respected him for that. A loner that he is, but he was not an anti-social guy.

"Izumi-kun, you're late again!"

A certain class president scolded him as he just sat on his chair. Izumi just waved at the girl as a reply.

He was telling her to go away like waving at a fly. That was rude of him to do that, he knew it but did it anyway.

It was not a rare occurrence now that it happened a lot. All of his classmates were not making a fuse now that he was late almost everyday.

Even the teachers were giving up on making him came on time. Well they were happy as long as he's doing a good job at studying.

Now that he was in class, he's not in the mood to have an argument over something meaningless.

"Get used to it. And by the way, do we have assignment from Yassan-sensei?"

He asked while taking out his book for the second period. His actions were as relaxed and natural that he seemed like he was taking out a piece of art rather than a book.

"It's Yasuhiro-sensei! And no, he didn't give us an assignment."

Izumi nodded his head and then looked at the girl beside his desk with an expressionless face.

"That's good then. Thank you as always Sakura-san."

Sakura Hanazaki is the class president of Izumi's class, which is class 2-A. Hanazaki has a long curly brown hair that was tied into a side ponytail.

Her big bright black eyes shine with light, it was so full of life that it bothered Izumi a little.

Though, Izumi was not willing to admit it but her body were so hot that he was attracted to it. A D-Cup sized boobs, thin waist and long milky white legs made her looks like a model.

The first time he saw her back then, he was almost tempted to confess to her. But he threw that away after knowing that she was a bitch outside of school.

Just a week after becoming a second year, Izumi was surprised to find her having a happy threesome in an alleyway in the shopping district.

Being a former delinquent himself, he was often go to that place to mug some unfortunate thugs. So seeing that Sakura Hanazaki happily being fucked was a mind opener to him.

But of course, he was not idle at that time and get over his shock in a heart beat, as the saying goes, habit is not easy to let go so he was unconsciously gripping his phone and recorded the whole thing.

Well, not that he was planning to tell a soul about it. He has stopped doing blackmail and that dirty stuff, so he just save it in his computer in case he was being threatened or something.

Izumi's not going to admit that he already has half of his classmates's dirty secret. He was actually not going to do that kind of things, but what can he do? He unfortunately or fortunately walked in when they were having the affair.

Of course Izumi's old habit played a big role in recording for blackmail material. It just happened! And he was not planning to stop it.

Being envied by a lot of men is not exactly a good thing! So he need something to defend himself in case he was being forced into a corner.

A good fighter that he is, but being ganged is not exactly a pleasant experience. It was hard to hide the glory of his battle from his big sister. Which is a bad thing.

"It's nothing, but you need stop being late for school even for once."

Sakura said with a snarl in her words. That snapped Izumi from his thoughts as he looked at the class president with a frown.

"Maybe next time. That reminded me, is Hotaru still absence?"

Izumi dismissed her as he changed the subject. Kusanagi Hotaru is one of his best buddy at discussing Anime and Games. it was a breather for him to have someone who ignored who he is and see him like any ordinary person.

"Yeah, but he should be back to school tomorrow. He's just down because if a cold after all, it's nothing serious."

"True... Damn, it's going to be boring without him around."

Although Hanazak's indifferent words annoyed Izumi a bit, he didn't scold her for it. He was used to it already, she's one of those crazy Riaju thing that ruined a life of someone.

Though, no one has tried anything funny to him even once since he came to Akamu Gakuen. His reputation were quite scary indeed.

It was even a wonder why his Nee-san didn't know about it.

He always paid in full and little bit of extra to those that bothered him. But it was all back in middle school and he has stopped when he entered high school.

When he was about to think of his past achievements, he was snapped back to reality again by another person.

"You always hang out with those losers, be careful you catch their disease~~ Hahahaha~"

A rough and masculine voice mocked and laughed with fervour as he made fun of Izumi and his absence friend.

It came from the far back in the middle rows seat, He was tall and has a tanned skin. His eyes were sharp and gleamed with arrogance as he laughed with his friends.

His hair were cut short and bleached into a colorful of purple and yellow. Although it sounded ridiculous, it strangely enough suit him quite well.

"Well i never fucked with a whore so i probably be clean from disease."

Countered Izumi with a monotone voice and an expressionless face. However, his eyes were full of malice and dark fire that promised eternal vengeance.

Even if Izumi's seat were in front of the teacher's podium, he was in the same rows with the unfortunate soul that gained his attention.

"What did you say?!"

The tall guy shouted with hatred. A little delinquent with no class indeed, he was easily provoked.

"Ah... It's nothing, Kuzu-san. You were hearing things, i never say anything about you."

Izumi waved his right hand playfully at the tall guy. His actual name is Handa Kazuhiro, but who is Izumi? He's not going to leave trash unattended.

So calling him trash or a waste is appropriate for the guy.

*Shiing*

"You bastard! Are you picking a fight, huh!?"

Kazuhiro shouted again. He was already standing up and walked toward Izumi with a blazing eyes.

Izumi looked behind him as he could hear a chair being pushed back. He was tilting his head in amusement as he stared at Kazuhiro with a rare smile on his lips.

"Do you want to?"

He asked with a strangely cheerful tone. It was out of place in his current situation, but it has been a long time since he was fighting, so he was expecting it a little bit.

Though his other classmates were murmuring and looked at Izumi and Kazuhiro with wide eyes.

It seems that, Izumi were having a good day today. He was getting dull now that he has been acting passive and laying low for a year.

"Izuiiimmmiii!!!"

Kazuhiro yelled with venom as he ran toward Izumi's with a fist cocked back ready to punch out.

Izumi were calm seeing the charge of an animal like that. The guy were full of opening that he doesn't need to stand up to handle it. As Kazuhiro drew near, Izumi fixed his sitting position ready to throw a charging idiot into the white board in the front.

Hanazaki were long since moved back from Izumi with a terrified expression. It was as if she was protecting her face or something, afraid that it might get hurt in the crossfire.

Ignoring everything else and focusing his attention to the trash, he could clearly see the fist fly to his face. But to Izumi, it was slow. So pitifully slow that he could manage a yawn if he wants to make fun of the guy.

Sadly he was not in the mood to play, so Izumi catch his fist with his left hand while his right hand were on Kazuhiro's stomach area, Izumi used the force and weight from Kazuhiro to throw him into the white board in the front. A heavy and painful gasp left Kazuhiro's mouth as he was flipped and slammed into the wall.

*Thud*

A heavy thus was heard from the impact as Kazuhiro lost his consciousness.

"That was boring..."

Izumi murmured while dusting his hands. His classmates however, were looking at him with a complicated and shocked expression.