self entitled rich boy - a naegami fanfic

Chapter 2

"Oh, you must be Byakuya Togami!" Kiyotaka spoke, bowing before him. "I'm Kiyotaka Ishimaru! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Someone get the goodie two shoes out of my face." Byakuya barked, looking round the room, completely ignoring Taka's kindness.

"Hey, punk!" Mondo roared, standing before the guy, about the same height but completely different body builds. It made Mondo look fiercer. "Don't you dare insult him! That's my best friend your talking to, and no one, no one, talks to him like that you fucking bitch!" He picked the guy up by the collar of his neatly ironed shirt, visibly cutting a cord in the other blonde. In a quick second, Byakuya seemed to snap, as he threw his right fist in Mondo's face, kicking him in the leg afterwards. His attention then went to his shirt, a button or two had been ripped off, his face turned pale.

"That's enough!" I shouted, standing between the two. "I'll take Byakuya to the bathrooms," I turned to him. "If you can find your buttons, I leave a sewing kit in there just in case. I can help you. Please calm Mondo down, he's going to hurt someone!"

"I'm not gonna hurt anyone!" Mondo yelled, standing back up with his fists defending his face. "Just this scum. He doesn't deserve to be standing right now."

"Mondo, calm down!" Chihiro whispered, tears filling his eyes. He was very sensitive to violence, which Mondo sympathised with. It only took one look and he felt bad for him, giving him a tight hug as he wrapped him in his massive, red jersey jacket. His brother had stitched the numbers 69 into it as a joke.

While Mondo was distracted, I took Byakuya to the bathroom, he was clutching onto his buttons. He seemed really distressed about that shirt. I put down the middle toilet stall seat, reaching up into the vent, retrieving my small needle and a tiny felt bag full of different colours of string.

I hopped down, seeing how Byakuya was staring into the sink drain, his glasses to the side. "Thank you." He muttered; it was obviously a forced 'thank you'. I nodded in response, watching how he took his shirt off so carefully. His full chest was exposed now, showing off his faint toned stomach and slim build. He only had chest hair from his waist down.

A bit flustered, I looked down and took it off of him, sitting on the closed toilet seat as I carefully started stitching. He was watching me from the mirror, and his eyes turned to panic when I pricked my finger. "Don't you dare get blood on that, shortie!" He barked, and I rolled my eyes.

"It barely penetrated my skin." I rolled my eyes, continuing.

"What's your name?" He asked, splashing his face with water.

"Makoto. Makoto Naegi. I'll take it you're Byakuya Togami. Any nicknames you prefer?" He shook his head, coming over to the stall.

"No. You?"

"Well the only one that I've gotten is 'egg'. But, those people weren't the nicest...is there a reason this shirt is so important to you? It's just a normal shirt, isn't it?"

"No, not anywhere near it. That shirt has been passed through generations of the Togami bloodline, about 7 now, to be exact. I'm the 8th. And when I have children, they will wear this when I ask them too as well. That's my fathers, it's my first time wearing it and...god if he knew it was already broken!"

"Fixed." I simply said, passing it back to him.

"Oh...uh-"

"If you need me to, I'll stitch these underarm parts, too. The stitching is coming loose. I don't mind helping you if this is such an important piece of clothing to you. But you need to work on your attitude, Kiyotaka was only trying to be nice, we even baked a cake for you."