Ayanokouji What If: Popularity Time

V3 Chapter 6.5: Yosuke's Hope

Kiyotaka Pov
"Hirata...?"

"Back away Ayanokouji. Back away, now."said Hirata, his voice was gruff like Ken's, contrasting his once bright and cheerful voice.

On his face he wore a haunting expression, one that seemed so empty yet so mean. His eyes looked me up and down with a hatred that reminded me of the students that I would force to drop out. The raw hatred and anger plastered onto their faces in a permanent canvas of misery, such a face that was engraved in my mind.

"Hatred is an affair of the heart; contempt that of the head." Arthur Schopenhauer said this once, and I wholeheartedly agree, how ironic for someone who barely has a heart outside of its typical functions to keep my body alive.

Hirata however is someone in-touch with his emotions it seems-always wearing his heart on his sleeve.

We were standing still looking at each other, sizing each other up. It's odd. From someone like Hirata, I never would have thought I would see and hear such bloodlust come from him.

"Screw off."shouted Hirata. He stomped his foot on the ground like a petulant child and turned around on his heel before attempting to walk away.

"Stop, Hirata,"I said, "you acting this way is simply foolish, so I suggest you stop and hear me out, for just a moment."

He froze up and turned to me with a harsh glare, "what could you possibly tell me to make this shitty situation better?" He slapped his hands exasperatedly onto his knees before motioning around him.

"This has all fallen to shit and you're here trying to fix it now?"

"Yeah why else would I be here,"I raised my eyebrow, "of course if you don't think I could help-

"I don't."

"Let me finish,"I took a deep breath, "I was about to say why don't you fix it then."

His eyes widened in surprised before they returned to the sharp glare. If looks could kill, I would be 6-feet under. However, I can offer an even sharper one.

I kept my face for the most part as my facade was, but I allowed my eyes to harden at him. He bit his lip while shaking his head in disapproval.

"Is that supposed to make me scared of you,"questioned Hirata, "little pussy."

"A child-like provocation won't make me angry Hirata,"I continued, "although worth how you're acting I could mistake you for an infant at first sight."

He grit his teeth.

"No response? I understand, an infants brain is simply too small to process it,"I grinned maliciously, "just drop out already, you don't help us at all. Simply a waste of space. Just die already-

He lunged at me as soon as I let that loose from my lips and into the air for him to here. A punch rocketed through the air towards my face and I caught it with my left hand.

I then applied pressure to his wrist which made him cry out in pain. His knees buckled and he fell down to his knees.

"How pathetic. What a waste."

I let go of his wrist and watched as he struggled to get up.

"So do you want to talk now?"

"F-fine."said Hirata who stood awkwardly in front of me with a glare directed to the dirt that had been disturbed on the ground.

"Are you saying sorry to the dirt?"I joked. It didn't seem that well received. Guess I have to take it out of my comedy routine...

"Get on with it already."

"Sure, sure,"I sat down at the base of a tree and patted the ground next to me, "sit down would ya? I won't bite!"

"..."He wordlessly sat next to me with a huff with his left hand clutching his right wrist with a pained expression taking over every few seconds.

"Why are you acting this way?"

"You want to know,"he asked, "it isn't a pretty story."

"Ah so something happened to you,"I nodded my head, "tell me."

Hirata's mouth opened to protest but I answered him with a cold look. He slammed his mouth shut for a moment and swallowed. Sweat dripped down his forehead and he side eyed me nervously.

"When I was in junior high,"he paused, "one of my friends was bullied. So far that he made an attempt."

"An attempt...?"

"Suicide. He jumped off a bridge one day before school. Luckily or unluckily for him, he landed right on a boat instead of into the water,"Hirata gulped, "they said he landed like a sack of potatoes." He buried his face into his hands and I heard a sniffling sound coming from him as his body jolted for a moment with the sniffle.

"And let me guess: You did nothing."

"Yup, nothing,"he sighed in frustration, "I thought that if I told them to stop, if I was nice enough, that we could all be friends. But to those people, they couldn't be friends. They bullied him relentlessly day-after-day. They dumped milk on him, stole his books, and even beat him up a bunch of times, and I never even noticed!"

He chuckled scornfully.

"I didn't even notice a damn thing."

Nodding my head, I looked back at him. His flare was replaced with a sad, and wet look at the ground as tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes threatening to spill over at any moment and form a river a despair.

"So what did you do after?"

"I became the bully,"Hirata made a hic sound but kept speaking, "I beat all of them up relentlessly. Anytime someone was slightly mean to someone else, I beat them up. Everybody despised me for what I did but I didn't care.  As long as it stopped, as long as no one bullied another."

"But in your pursuit of peace you became the bully,"I sighed, "so that's your excuse?"

"Excuse?!"

"Your excuse to be dragging everyone else down with you,"I pierced him with my eyes and stood up to tower over him, "your selfish desires are hurting this class Hirata."

"I was only trying to-

"You failed what you were trying to do Hirata.  So allow me to guide you."I said.

I extended my hand down to him and stood frozen to allow him to choose his path.  If he would continue to be a mopey and depressed sad-sack, then I would just have to dispose of him. 

"Guide me how?"questioned Hirata.

I rolled my eyes, "I'll help you eradicate bullying, what else?"

A small gasp escaped from the boy in front of me.  I could feel his eyes sparkle up at me with awe and admiration.

"You would help me?"

"Yeah, of course I would,"I added disingenuously, "because that's what friends are for!"

He grabbed my hand and stood up to face me.

"Ayanokouji-Kun,"he took a ragged breath, "I don't know who you really are but I promise to help you personally!"

Huh?  Oh, I suppose he thinks I'm a troubled child because of how I acted.  Whatever it doesn't matter what he thinks because he has officially joined my toy box for me to play with and break when it's convenient.  If I can use Hirata efficiently my plan will come to fruition.    Oh yeah, it's all coming together...

Author: Maaaaan I'm hungry for fanfics.  If you have any fanfics you want to recommend put them in the comments pleaaaase.  Have a great day and see you next time I update!