Intellectual War

Okay, is everyone suitably confused yet? If not, let me make it even worse for you. At your leave, I would like to introduce the last and final member of the I LOVE SHOUTA FUJI fan club: Yuki, the northern Yakuza’s young boss, currently posting his own members around the school to ambush the poor little soul. Man, it seemed everyone was after him.

I think it’s time to give you a background check on one Shouta Fuji. Shouta Fuji, or otherwise known as the Devil Teacher of Sakura High, is actually in fact the son of the southern Yakuza boss. A son that has been missed dearly. A son that is too gentle and too sweet for the Yakuza, yet is its crown prince.

He was twenty-four years old, with intelligent brownish eyes and black hair that was usually smoothed with gel (other times it stuck out in the oddest ways, giving him a bedroom look of I-just-got-up). He had a body that any woman would kill for, slender and curvy at the same time, combined with a gentle voice and a shy nature.

He had to have bodyguards around him to protect him from the evil world, especially with that naive innocence of his.

Oh yeah, I forgot, he is a 7th dan-ranker with a black belt for karate, kendo as well as kobudo (weapons); he is also quite good with a set of twin swords; and yes, he is a chicken. Anything else you want to ask?

He had the right to be chicken though. After all, all of the five were at least 10th dan-rankers with black belts at karate. They were the big guns of the Yakuza world, coming here to retrieve their wayward young master.

Shocked? Well, I swear, that’s the truth and nothing but the truth. This man who was shaking and trying (key word being ‘trying’) to hide behind a table, crouching down so low that his head nearly hit the floor, was in fact prince of the Yakuza.

Mr. Fuji was in for more than one surprise today, and the main one was far from pleasant… that is, if he ended up in the arms of Yuki. Yuki was known for his ‘forceful’ ways. What he wants, he gets, no questions asked, be that object or person.

Now let me introduce you to: Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Mu and Sakura. Do you spot the difference? The five bodyguards of a young innocent Yakuza master who had escaped that world for two glorious years, only now to have just a table in between that life and his new and perfect one as a teacher. I just hope that table is made of hardwood. It needs to be in order to withstand the consequences of this event. Everyone, please evacuate now, or risk being injured by a manic teacher on the run.

You will finally learn the depth of this man. You will finally see pass that cute disguise, he will throw away the innocent act and become… okay, he’ll be even more cute and more innocent, trying so hard to hide, like a child hiding from a thunder storm in the dark cupboard, which is pointless, but damn cute, right?

Okay, enough of this nonsense! Let us welcome the newcomers of the ‘Chase Mr. Fuji And Make Him Mine’ game. Drum roll please!

Alpha, the oldest male of the bunch, 26 years old, his height is 170 cm, he’s the right hand man of the Southern Yakuza Head, has short blonde hair in spikes and lips that can do wonders (if - and only IF - he wanted to seduced you). Just ask Shouta there behind the table, he'll tell you how good a kisser Alpha is. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, black sunglasses… woah, hot sizzle....

Second are Beta and Gamma. Twins - yes. Identical – no; one boy and one girl.

The girl had sexy long legs that she showed off with her really - I mean REALLY - short shorts. She had long black hair that flowed down her back and sides, a black barrette always on her head. She was the TNT expert; she could blow up anyone or anything in about five seconds flat. She was loud and obnoxious, but hey, that‘s nothing new, so was Tahesi, right?

The boy? The total opposite. Quiet and dark, he liked to mumble and was an emo through and through. He wore black jeans, a black turtleneck, black caps, black sunglasses, black shoes, he had black hair… you get the point. If it were late at night normal eyes wouldn't be able to see him. In some ways that was exactly the point, but he took it way too far sometimes.

Mu was a… um, well… err, okay… fine, there really only is one word for it: drop dead gorgeous - oops, that’s more like three words. But, well… he is! Tall, brooding, good looks, spiky red hair, and a beautiful smile that could send people off dreaming about his lips, kissing certain, err… private parts sensually. He was a flirt, a down right outrageous charmer, who could switch to top notch around a certain chicken. Times like that usually ended up with a bight red tomato Shouta being cornered in a small space, and Mu purring in his ears. A dangerous charmer who had wooed many virgins with a wink of an eye.

Sakura was the most delicate of them all (if that word could describe this odd bunch at all). She was a timid girl… except when she was hunting down her hunny-bunny, sweetie-pie, sugarplum Shouta-kun. Then she would become really freaky. This girl with an obsessive compulsive disorder and a split personality was the scariest of the lot. She had a short brunet bob cut with staircase layers for the back of her hair, plum red lips, sparkling greenish eyes that could turn very dangerous if a certain young boss could not be found. She was on the slim side with slender arms and legs, wearing a kimono with a print of falling sakura blossoms. She was slightly obsessive in her love for the sakura blossoms – oh, of course it came after an obsession for Mr. Fuji - but still, her walls were covered in a scene of sakura trees in bloom, her house smelled like sakura, she drank sakura tea… you get the point.

So there you have them: the five beloved Bodyguards. Yuki, you ask? He is for later. A dark blotch in this cheerful atmosphere.