Twisted Fate

A/N:I must say if it wasn’t for my best friend savagehunger47, this fiction wouldn’t be here. She is the one who encouraged me to publish my fiction. Thanks a lot sweetheart, and this chapter is dedicated to her SAVAGEHUNGER47

Thanks for the lovely reviews and for believing my fiction has the potential.

Savagehunger47: I am happy that you love how the story is going, Ryo is my little devil lol. Love you sweet heart.

Arya_Arsay: I am so happy that you liked this chapter. You don’t have to wait anymore, the chapter is here.

Lisa: Well that means I succeeded, I wanted people to believe that Mikki was a new student and later reveal the truth. Thanks for the compliment.

Kuma-chan: I am so glad you liked my Twisted Fate. Sorry aboutthe typing mistakes, my fiction takes place in Tokyo and its Mikki not Mikko. Thanks for the pointing out the mistakes. Mikki is nervous because it’s his first day, he has no experience in teaching field and he is in Tokyo, totally a new place. The whole point of my first chapter was to make the readers believe that Mikki is a new student. Why he is going to be there only for three years well you to have wait to find out.

Witchfromnowhere: Well I decided to continue, I definitely don’t want to suffer from inmeasurable pains. Well, you have to wait to see the ending.

This chapter is betad by my lovely sweethearts, Savagehunger47 and Lisa.

Chapter 2

It took Ryo a few seconds to recover from the blunder he made; he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. The class was totally silent and the students were gaping at him, waiting for an explanation for the words he said to their new teacher.

Standing up from his desk, Ryo started walking towards his new toy, and up close he was stunned at how big his favorite new sensei’s eyes were, and how he also had long eyelashes. One could easily drown in those lovely, big eyes, thought Ryo.

Sensei Reizo Mikki, didn’t look like a typical Japanese person, and as Ryo walked closer he couldn’t help but look at his sensei’s lips… up close they were even more tempting. Those perfectly shaped pink lips were beautiful. Ryo could smell the scent of rosemary on Mikki; the cologne was strong, yet light, perfect for the hot summer.

Deliberately, Ryo closed the distance between him and Mikki and whispered, “As much as I would love to stay in the class, I have to make an urgent call, see you later Miikkkiiiiiii sensei.” Ryo was so tempted to bite the earlobe of his new teacher but restrained himself and bit his lower lip to control himself. With that, he walked out of the class leaving everyone stunned, again, by this new scene.

Mikki shivered when he felt the boy’s hot breath on his ear, and even after when he watched him walk out of the classroom his body wouldn’t calm down. Mikki was absolutely shocked and didn’t know what to make of it. Dismissing it from his mind, he turned his attention back to the class and clapped his hands to get everyone out of their daze.

“Now, let’s get back to the introduction part shall we?” asked Mikki. “I want all of you to introduce yourself and your plans for the future, using English, and also from this moment on, everyone will speak only English in class. Is that understood?” Mikki asked sternly.

He could hear disapproving murmurs from the students, but Mikki didn’t let it bother him, and instead called the girl with the pink hair and pink eyes to stand up.

“My name is Emi Sakura. I want to be a model and a doctor,” declared the girl with an air of confidence.

Next, the girl with honey-coloured hair and eyes stood up and introduced herself. “I am Asa Natsumi and I want to be an engineer.”

She’s just as beautiful as her name, Mikki thought, but shook himself from that line of thinking. (Mikki was sure about one thing; he was here to teach and help students improve their English, not to have more than a teacher-student relationship with them.)

Another girl with pig tails stood up next. “I am Kimiko Mai but people call me Mai. I want to be the strongest martial artist ever!” chirped the black-haired and black-eyed girl.

It’s so beautiful to see people with dreams, thought Mikki with a smile.

But it was the last girl who caught Mikki’s attention the most; the aura around her was of power and the expression on her face was so serious. Mikki watched as she stood up.

“Mizuiro Aya, I want fame and power.” With that said, she sat down flipping her blue colored hair over her shoulder.

Mikki never saw anyone so frank and serious, as he looked into Aya’s brown eyes that were deprived of any emotion. After that, the rest of the girls introduced themselves, some were so shy and so nervous that they stuttered.

Next, it was the boys turn to introduce themselves. A boy not more than fourteen years old stood up and spoke out first. “My name is Zinan Tama, and I’m not sure what I want to be in future…. I haven’t thought about it yet.”

Another guy, playing with his fingers due to nervousness, who was almost five feet and three inches tall, stood up and shyly spoke up next. “I-I’m…Hi-i-iroki Jo…I…umm…I w-want t-to paint…”
Is he really a high school kid? He looks more like middle school age, thought Mikki

The last guy stood up from the last row and hissed out, “Ryota Izanagi, and I don’t care about the future.”
If Mikko had to guess, he would say the boy was around six feet four inches tall, and weighed roughly around two hundred pounds. The boy who left the class still hadn’t returned, and before Mikki could open his mouth to ask about the student, a few girls in the class raised their hands.

”Sensei we want to know about you,” the girls said in chorus. Sakura stood up and questioned, “Sensei you are half -Japanese and half- American according to our resources, so why you don’t have an English name?”

Mikki sighed; he was always asked why he didn’t have an English name. “Hmmmm…my father had a thing for Japanese women and their culture,” answered Mikki.

Natsumi stood up and asked, “Sensei, do you have a girlfriend?”

”Unfortunately, I don’t have a girlfriend,” answered Mikki.

One of the shy girls rose nervously from her seat and shyly asked, Se- ns-se-i…w-what’s y-our secret for g-getting your long hair so s-silky?”

Mikki was amused; he never expected this type of question from his students. “Nothing,” Mikki innocently answered. “I guess it is due to my mom’s genes.”

They definitely need to work on their pronunciation, thought Mikki, but all in all, the class did remarkably well speaking only English. The bell rang, alerting everyone that their first period is over and for them to head on over to their second period. Mikki had the first two periods with his class and was glad everything went peacefully so far… but still no sign of the boy who walked out.

After several minutes passed, well into the second period, Ryo came out of bathroom, flushed and with an irritated look on his face. Mikki was in middle of teaching, when Ryo walked in and sat down in his seat.
Mikki was angry with the disrespect Ryo openly showed, and his mind replayed the incident that happened earlier. He pointed his finger in the boy’s direction and ordered the boy to get out.

Ryo stood up. “I have a name and it’s not boy, it’s Osamu Ryo,” Ryo said, before storming out of the class. Ryo was angry. How dare the new teacher treat me like that, fumed Ryo. No one in the past had ever treated him like that; most of them feared him. I am definitely going to make him pay, Ryo thought to himself with a cruel smile.

Once second period was over, Mikki left to go to the teacher’s lounge. He was already exhausted from all the excitement of his first day, plus he hadn’t slept last night because of how nervous he had been. Mikki started to zone out again, like he did this morning before school started. He was so happy that he got his dream job…but was saddened that his mom hadn’t lived long enough to see his dream come true.

After two hours, the bell rang twice alerting everyone that lunch period had begun.

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Unlike other schools, Isao High School had a separate room with long tables and chairs for teachers to dine. Mikko hated outside foods, especially the cafeteria food. He could never stomach greasy fast food. Feeling someone tap his shoulder, Mikki jumped in surprise. It was his best friend Ping, a.k.a Daniel; Daniel hugged Mikki tightly from behind.

”Mikki sweetie! How did your class go?” enquired Daniel.

“I need air Daniel! Damn it, I swear you’re trying to kill me with your hugs. I have heard about breathtaking good looks, but the only thing I get to experience are breathtaking hugs. If you want me to live, then I suggest you stop choking me with your hugs and you let me go!” begged Mikki.

Daniel gave Mikki a wounded look, but he was not offended in any way, and in no time his expression changed into a beautiful smile.

Daniel was Mikki’s best friend, and as long as he could remember, had always been friends. In fact, Daniel secretly harbored love for him since their kindergarten days. A few years back, Daniel had asked Mikki what he thought about gays. “Gay people are cranky fellas; they are crazy people and what they are doing is against nature. I want nothing to do with them,” Mikki had said to him, without realizing the devastating affect it had on him. He had been clueless to the fact that Daniel was gay.

Over time, Daniel thought he would get over his love for Mikki, but as the time passed, his love for Mikki only grew stronger, and that was why he had decided to come to Tokyo. He just couldn’t imagine his life without Mikki, so he followed him.

Daniel had stood in shadows and watched when Mikki dated girl after girl…He hid his feelings because he knew if he showed them, he would definitely lose Mikki as his best friend. He was content just staying by his side.

”Danny, you’re just what I need right now,” chirped Mikki happily. He loved Daniel’s homemade bento and was so thankful to Daniel, and God, when he had heard his best friend’s decision to come with him to Tokyo, he was ecstatic. And if things couldn’t get any better, his best friend had been hired as the coach for the school. After all, Daniel was star swimmer and ping pong player.

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Ryo approached his friends, who all sat at their usual spot.

”Five feet eight inches tall. Waist size is twenty-eight, and a weight of one hundred and fifty-five pounds. For the moment he is single, but has had a series of relationships with women, but none of them lasted long. He is neither an extrovert nor an introvert. In other words, he knows when he speak and when to keep his mouth shut. Mom was Japanese and his dad was American. His dad died in a car accident several years ago, and mom died a few months back. He tries to lead a normal life ” Tama finished.

”In other words, he is the polar opposite of you Ryo,” added Jo innocently, then he blushed under the intense glare of Izanagi.

”Ha, what was that about?” Ryo questioned, then bit his tongue as soon as the question left his mouth. He knew exactly whom Tama was talking about.

”Me? I’m talking about your latest interest. You can fool everyone Ryo, everyone but me. I know all the stunts you pull, because I’m the one who cleans up your messes later. But it was cool to see you lose your composure, and a pleasure to see you get thrown out of class. Don’t scare the poor guy by declaring openly, he is after all our new English sensei Ryo, and will you please shut your mouth before any flies decides to make your mouth their nest?” joked Tama.

Jo and Izanagi both chuckled. Tama was a child prodigy; he was anti-social but he was pretty close to his cousin Ryo and their friends. They grew up together and knew each other very well.

”Thanks Tama for your advice, but you are in no position to say anything to me, when you can’t even talk-“ before Ryo could finish, Toma slapped his hand over Ryo’s mouth.

”One more word Ryo, I swear I will reveal all your dirty secrets to the whole world,” threatened Tama.

"'Hmph', he is not as great as you say. I've seen better looking guys than him, and furthermore, he is not my type. Reizo sensei has nothing that would draw my attention," lied Ryo.

'As if i am gonna believe you', thought Tama, giving his friend a doubtful look.

"The way I see it, he has a very bad attitude," said Ryo.

'Look who's talking', thought Tama again. "Let's see for how long you can keep your hands off Reizo sensei. I bet you won't even last more than a day," challenged Tama.

"I will last as long as I live," Ryo quickly shot back.

Unfortunately, none of his friends believed him and they all smirked, thinking the same thing: 'Let's see how long you can keep your hands to yourself'.They sighed and felt really bad for their new English sensei.

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The rest of the hours in school passed quickly, but for Ryo it was sheer torture. Every second Ryo would think about Mikki’s lips, his round ass, even his voice haunted him.

The bell rang, signaling the students it was time to go home.

Ryo knew exactly how to take out his frustration and his anger. He was a member of the martial arts club that met after school. Being the son of Oyabun had many responsibilities, so he excelled in karate and many other forms of martial arts. They were necessary qualifications.

Yuudai Ryuu a.k.a Oyabun was the Yakuza ruler of Tokyo. Under him, there were two thousand five hundred and seven Yakuza families; he could easily manipulate the share market. Politicians danced to his tunes like stringed puppets, and he had many spies who would give him information about neighboring countries. This was an open secret and no one dared to cross the line with The Oyabun. His father was an excellent businessman who had many import-export shipping companies, financial companies, and he had a chain of luxurious hotels and restaurants. Behind this entire mask, was a cold and merciless killer, who didn’t understand what the word ‘forgiveness’ meant.

Becoming a martial artist had been an excellent way for Ryo to get rid of his frustrations, and it made his body fit at the same time.

Ryo went out shopping for three hours before heading home. He opened the door to his bedroom to find Mikki sitting on his couch, studying a book.

”What the fuck!” shouted Ryo.


A/N:
San- Mr/Mrs/Ms/Miss: San suffix serves as a mark of respect.
San is used for both males and females. Girls become san when entering high school, boys become san when leaving high school.

Sama: Sama suffix is used as a polite term of address to someone noticeably older or of higher status than yourself. Same is also used for guests for both male and female

Kun: Kun suffix is generally for male children. Also could be used when addressing a male of lesser status and also for high school boys

Senpai: Senpai suffix is used specifically a male student more senior than the speaker

Chan: Chan suffix is used specifically to address children,female family members, and for someone towards whom you have strong feelings

During the formation of the Yakuza, they adopted the traditional Japanese hierarchical structure of oyabun-kobun, where oyabun means father, kobun is the foster child. Oyabun is the head of the Yakuza family, basically a Japanese counterpart to a don( head of Italion/ Siilian mafia). Yakuza groups are headed by Oyabun.

Thanks to my lovely beta readers who turned my story so beaufitul. Hugs and kisses to savagehunger47 and Lisa.