Crazed Cote Oneshots

Ayanokouji of the 5th Generation

Author: Rq I'll explain: Basically this is if Kiyotaka was born one year later and ended up in the 5th generation. He will go to ANHS(for reasons that will be explained)and will be in class with Hosen and the such. Shitty Ocs incoming. I feel so horrible saying that...ewwww.

Kiyotaka Pov
The bus bumped along the road as it passed over each pothole. I held onto my seat tightly to make sure I wouldn't go flying out of it and hit the poor old man in front of me.

It would be really bad seeing as the Old Man had a picture of what I would assume to be his wife. The frame was black and it looked like it was a funeral picture. Yeesh.

Ahead of me though, was a girl with blonde hair that went to her waist. She was staring intently across the aisle at a rather large looking boy who was taking up two seats. If I'm going to be honest, he looked like a gorilla.

He and the other girl both wore the same uniform I had: a red blazer with green pants, a skirt for the girl of course, and a tie for the boy and I.

The girl finally spoke to the other boy when the Old Man almost fell forward and onto the floor.

"Hey, shouldn't you stop lying on the seats?" she said with a firm gaze directed down at him.

His face tilted up from its place on the arm rest, revealing to everybody on the bus a myriad of scars and marks.

He had blonde-silvery spiky hair that was short to the base of his neck, and blue eyes like the sky itself.

Several people gasped, but the blonde girl stood strong in front of the boy.

"It's quite alright young lady," squeaked the Old Man, "I can sta-woah!"

As he finished his sentence, the bus bumped another time, shaking the bus like a baby's rattle. The senior let out a cry as his body was thrown forward.

Quickly, the girl reacted, catching him by the torso. She took a moment, steadying him before she spoke.

"Are you OK, Sir?"

Her blue eyes stared into his, and he nodded weakly, "Yes, yes, thank you for catching me!"

"Let the geezer fall already," chuckled the boy lying down. His eyebrows raised as he inspected the man's wobbling knees and laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" asked a girl with bubble-gum pink hair.

The girl was sitting in front of me, and before the rude comment, she was invested in a weirdly shaped device. It was similar to an older phone model, but on the screen was a picture of a guy with a big black mustache and red hat.

I believe that is what someone would call a video game console.

This girl must be very courageous, seeing as she stood up to such a large foe. It takes immense bravery and courage to stand up to somebody who looks like they could snap you like a glowstick.

"Whaddya think it means? He's a waste of space, let him drop and join the chick in his photo."

Everybody on the bus gasped and the man let out a cry.

He jammed his index finger toward the boy and cried out, "How could you say such an awful thing?! Youths like you are ruining this society!"

"Hey, hey," said the boy sternly as he pushed himself up to a sitting position, "Say that again, will ya?"

Now, everybody could see the muscle he had. The muscles on his arms were so big they were clear even in the school uniform.

The man gasped and stepped back against the wall of the bus.