Black Fox Rumors

Chapter Two

Katashi walked ahead of a boy, who was trying desperately to keep up with him. Unfortunately for the younger student Katashi happened to be a good head taller than him, and two of the younger boys strides was equal to one of Katashi's. For the smaller teenager it was like running short, constant races.

"Katashi! What were you thinking? No, what are you thinking?!" He finally cried out.

He stopped, turning to face the younger boy with an arched eyebrow. His intentions seemed crystal clear to him, and he had a basic idea of how to go about executing it. If his friend didn't notice that was a personal problem, there was no point in thinking to hard about other people's problems. After all, Katashi had a handful of problems he would love to dump onto someone else's lap. Maybe they could handle things better than he could.

"Mikio, will you stop worrying. What am I saying, that is something you are very good at. However, I could care less, I have things to do and people to 'help'. Not to mention this is a jock, somebody that would love to smear their athletic successes in your face. "Katashi replied, and began walking toward the main building.

Mikio, who was far from athletic, stood at an even 5'3 with visible chub in his face and stomach. His mother called it 'baby fat', she always claimed that one day he will have a growth spurt, hopefully, ridding Mikio of his very little weight, but that weight was a big problem for Katashi's little friend. He really did feel for Mikio, which is one of the reasons he knew that there would be a strong sense of victory.

Short and a little pudgy or not, Mikio hoofed it. Katashi stopped when he manged to get in front. Freshman Mikio stopped in front of Katashi with his arms together over his chest. Next the younger boy would start lecturing Katashi, and start to ask him personal questions and ultimately get on his nerves. That Monday morning, fortunately for Mikio, he wasn't in the mood to hear any of his speeches. Or any of this good morals crap.

"See you later Mikio, if you keep us any longer we'll both be late and then you won't get the opportunity to lecture me." Katashi said, side stepping him.

"Wa-wait! Katashi! What would Cylian say to you? How would this make him feel?" Mikio dared to ask, normally people didn't ask Katashi such questions. Probably the last person that did had the unfortunate fate of seeing an enraged Katashi.

Once again, lucky little Mikio had a slightly unfair advantage, both he and his brother knew the little brat fairly well. Up until last year Mikio lived beside their house, for ten years they lived there are then Mikio's parents felt moveing. The only reason he still went to the same district as Katashi was because his parents made sure to keep him close to old friends. He really didn't realize how lucky he was. Katashi kept walking toward the main building, openly ignoring Mikio's questions.

Mikio stopped trying to chase him, even though he was trying to hide his irritation it was still clear that Katashi wasn't comfortable with those questions. The freshman turned on his heels, and went to class without glancing back. It kind of made him angry that Katashi was so careless. He didn't seem to care where he got himself, just so long as he was having fun.

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Despite the school bell chiming, kids were slowly entering the main building. Like a lot of other schools, Katashi's high school wasn't that big, but where it lacked in width the height made up for it. The school, or at least the main building was at least three stories of cream colored brick. Tall windows were scattered through the building, allowing plenty of light to spill down the long halls. What made this school slightly different was it did have a few separate buildings for different subjects. For instance, the gym was it's own building, on the outside it was the main buildings twin. However on the inside the gym was beautiful with poilished wooden floor. Walls were freshly re-painted teal and large windows covered the upper half of the building.

If someone were to ask Katashi's preferable room to be in the answer would be easy. A particular art room. Miss.Baken's art room. Always altering or changing things on the walls just as much as she changed methods of teaching art. At one point most parents complained about her method of teaching until her students started to bring home several medals from competitions. Once that happened most people generally don't ask her questions or claim that she's doing something wrong. The one's that are brave enough to actually ask her questions are generally sent to a different teacher within the next week.

Unfortunately, that was one of his last teachers to meet within the day. Katashi stopped midway to the main building, one of the people lingering around the front doors was no other than Takumi Yoshida. He was with a few of friends, one of them was pointing at something on his phone, he seemed irritated. Takumi seemed a little nervous. That's when the most brilliant rumor entered his mind, this was going to be one of his best. This was something that he knew would take someone like him down in a heart beat.

A small group of friends, two boys and three girls passed by Katashi, he didn't waist anytime. One of them he was familiar with. Aya and Katashi weren't quite acquaintances nor were they really friends either, the two just kind of acknowledged each other. The bonus was her best friend was scarily naive , and naturally he was gullible. Perfect target. Without a moments thought Katashi pulled him aside for a moment, he just wanted to have a small chat with him is what he told Aya and the others. And just like beautiful clock work, the other four continued to class without any suspicions. Katashi looked around for Takumi, he must have gone inside at some point making the whole thing easy.

"Seto, right? Can I tell you something? Can you keep it a secret?" Katashi asked him, Seto nodded vigorously. "Can you?"

After Seto nodded again Katashi leaned close to him, he glanced at the main doors before whispering something to him. At first Seto seemed calm, and than he was as white as a sheet. His eyes as wide as saucers. Katashi smiled for a second before hiding his pride.

"Now you can't tell anyone. I don't want anyone to get hurt, and Aya told me that you were one of the best to confide in. Thanks, buddy."Katashi said, patting him on the shoulder before walking off, leaving poor Seto.