The Dragons eye

Chapter 1- First Step

"Ono-er I mean, Ritsu-sama !"

   The young brunette loudly whispered to the still sleeping figure sprawled on the futon.

"Come on, Ritsu-sama ! Wake up! "

The green-eyed boy raised his voice a little higher as he shakes the others shoulder from slumber. A few groans and mumbles of, "one more minute" were the only result of his efforts.

"Ritsu-sama you have to wake up we're already late for school!"

When this didn't have any effect on the boy with the messy mop brown hair, Takahashi Misaki, childhood friend and also loyal servant of Onodera Ritsu, leaned down and slowly whispered into his ear,

"Ritsu  you really have to wake up now because...." he paused and hesitated, thinking whether this would have a disastrous effect, "because I think Marimo-chan is gonna pull a big fart any minute now....."

Emerald eyes immediately shot open as the owner heard the dangerous threat. The once sleeping body sat upright as he quickly surveyed the room for the reason of his sudden awakening.

"Marimo-chans not even here..." he mumbled as he slowly gaze upon Misaki's worried and slightly annoyed face with once more bleary and tired eyes, eyes that were slowly closing again as he, again laid back to welcome the land of slumber.

"Oh no, Ritsu-sama,  I told you ! We have to go now, we're late for school !"

"What're you talking about Misaki?~ I don't go to scho-"

Emerald eyes widened once again as  realisation hit him, and he could only groan as he remembered the events of last month that lead him to this situation......

"Arggghhhhh..."

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"I TOLD YOU FATHER, IM NOT GOING TO TAKE OVER THE CLAN!"

     It was one of those occasional spat Ritsu always had with his father. Since they never seem to agree on anything, they always seem to be arguing, fighting, or  shouting at each other for no apparent logical reason.

    This particular discussion/argument though, albeit on a more sensitive topic than the rest, did not lose the shouting, stomping, or banging that accompanied itself with it.

     "BUT WHY ? YOUR MY SON! MY SUCCESSOR! ALL OF THIS I AM GOING TO LEAVE TO YOU!"

Emerald eyes clashed with older ones with the same colour.

Onodera Rikuo. Boss and leader of the notorious Ryu clan, stood like the god of war and rage in front of his son, blaring, blood red kimono billowing under him. His looks was not that far from his son, with the same green eyes and almond brown hair, anybody could tell they were related.

But the similarities, unfortunately, stops right there. Aside from the long scar that marred the elders left eye and a slight older look from the obvious age difference, Ritsu's and Rikuo's personality was completely different.

"WHAT! I NEVER DECIDED ALL OF THIS! ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE A FREAKIN AUTHOR!"

You see, Ritsu, unlike his fierce father, had a love for reading. You could almost call it as an unending passion. When he was ten, he had picked up a book left behind by Misaki's brother, Takahiro.

Curious, he had started  reading it, only to find himself hooked on every word written down by the unknown author.

Since then, he had decided his future that was already planned out to him by his father, was not a future he wished to lead. He was never fond on this yakuza business or his father's gung-ho attitude in the first place.