Love For Delinquents (For Mana-Kun)
 

What is love? Is like in the movies where it's all warm and fuzzy with funny bits and pieces in the middle? Well...something love can be in the strangest of places. Well take this for example. Picture your typical high school building. Where the students are enjoying their lunch break. Combining their desk together to enjoy their lunches, hanging in the halls or the school grounds. Yep, looks normal. Expect there was this one student that was a bit different. He goes by many things, but in the end he was Delinquent

Masaru Ojima was well known around school as the toughest student around. From one on one to one on ten. He will send you a one way ticket to the hospital. As of last there had been another student that had been challenging him to fights every day for the past year. Of course he takes it and wins. At first it was fun, but then it was getting a bit annoying. Yet the more he fights with the guy, the more he was developing feeling foe him and it wasn't admiration or anything of the short. It was love.

Just this morning he was once again challenge by the student to yet another fight. He was actually happy that he did, but remained calm and told him that he will fight him, but in a non caring way. Even though he was happy on the inside. So there he was. Sitting on the rooftop, where the fight was going to happen. Since no one ever comes here anymore. Because of him always hanging around and smoking. There was a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Taking a big drag and puffed out the smoke. Just waiting for him to come.

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From the mountains to the darkest depths of hell, this one student had been heard of all around. The kid prone to sending punks to the hospital, weaklings to their grave and black belts back to training. This boy of course was the man this blue haired boy wanted to beat so despretly, but yet it never would come true any time soon. This kid was the head delquient of the school district and people hated him and thought of him as a bad person. However this is not how young 17 year old Tachi Yamamoto felt. He knew this kid was strong, and lead as a role model for him.

So about a year ago he had transferred to Yamashi High in order to challenge this boy and become a someone. Although when he first started he was week and put into the hosptial for a month, but currently he still even loses. but as of right now he is currently training his body becoming stronger faster agile and more precise to counter this boys moves. And now was the time he believed he could beat this other male. Tachi had challenged him again today, sure that he could defeat him.

Tachi slowly made his way to the roof standing tall fixing his uniform so his body could breath. is body was shaking from something although he didnt know what. Tachi almost feared him but not as much as he admired the fighting he did with the boy. He always laughed and smiled from it despite how horriable his normal life is. Soon enough he stepped out from the small staircase and ended up on the roof. "Oi! Im here!" takes his fighting stance.

He heard the voice that he been wanting to hear all day. He looks at the doorway and sees that it was the guy he was waiting for, Tachi Yamamoto. Inside he was squealing like a schoolgirl, but on the outside he looked like he wasn't impressed. Standing up on his feet. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and dropped it on the ground. Stomping on it and rubbing it down to the ground roughly. "Finally. You sure take your sweet time. I thought that you finally realized that you are far to weak for me and hide in your house." he said in a cocky way. "I can't wait to add another one." he said.

For each time Masaru had defeated him. He would take pictures of his beaten up face with his smartphone. Looking at them alone to see his crush's face and to use to 'release the monster' when ever he went into heat. To see him covered in blood and bruises, he thought it was rather cute. Yet no one knew about it. If anyone were to see the pics or to touch his phone. They would be having a dirt nap right about now. There was rumors going around that he actually threw a student out a third story window. Just because of piece of his hair landed on the back of his phone.

With the thought of another 'trophy' added into his collection. He looks at the older and taller male. Raising his hand up and told him to got at him. "Ready to go to the hospital again? I'll make sure that you get a nice long stay." he said happily and cocky. But ion his mind he couldn't wait for him to come at him. It meas body contact and he will be touched by the person he likes most of all.

Tachi gave a rather dark glare at the male whom taunted him. Not his fault he decided to take his time with a spranned ankle from PE. Although no injury was going to stop this fight, and he acted as if there was no injury to his ankle. It hurt like a bitch but he didnt wince, he wasnt going to lose this time, hell no! He was going to win this fight no matter what. His dark brown eye locked onto his target as he cracked his knuckles and shoulders. " Sorry I had some very Important Business to attend to." Tachi spoke in a rather offensive tone.

Tachi gave a loud growl as the boy talked about taking anothor trophy picture. Everytime he lost the kid took his picture on his phone making him much more angry then he should hve been for losing. It made him furious when he couldnt move after the fight. It hurt his pride so much, made him feel utterly weak and useless. Tachi growled "Like fuck you aint'!" he snapped quickly running.

Tachis was quick but of course all his fancy tricks could never do that much damage as his families own martiel art has been passed down through the generations and to no one else. They however relyed on pressure points and quick smooth easy hits to stop your foes movement and use minimal energy. Tachi ran up to the boy with a growl going to punch him in the chest as it was followed by a swift axe kick in the small space between them.

Seeing the other male student charging after him make him squeal on the inside. But he remained clam and cocky on the outside. Listening to him growl his his skin burn with desire. For he wished that he could make him do that in bed. With his mind filled with so many dirty thoughts. He was not paying attention to his attack. So he took the blow to the chest. Which send in back to the fence. He gasped and coughed roughly. Then looks up at him and smirks. "Is that all you really got? You've been loosing it." he tells him.

With having a lean skinny but build body. He was actually very flexible. So when he ran towards Tachi. He was able to move to his side fast and was behind him. Delivering a shift and powerful kick to his lower back. He may not look all the threatening like him, but he was strong as the next school punk. Actually with his looks. A lot of the skanks around the school think that he was super cute and want to get laid with him. Of course that was never going to happen. All he wants was Tachi and no one else. But sadly that was will never happen or so he thinks.

While he did picture himself and him doing romantic things. Like holding hands in public places or going on a date. They were punks, fighters. They can't act all so mushy and giggly like schoolgirls. They both had reps to hold and they were guys. He wasn't even sure that he even swigged that way. He wasn't sure of himself. He never had these feeling towards another living being before. With all those bad thoughts running in his head. Rage was building up and soon it was he was transformed into a beast. Not able to control himself and delivered some lethal punches and kicks to Tachi's body.

Tachi had hissed at the boy getting a little hyper now that he had flung the boy into the fence. Of course he didnt want to kill the boy by any means, he was just happy the fence was their to protect people from falling. It would have been a bloody mess if Masaru fell down, and of course the guilt wouldnt ever be lifted off his shoulders. pride would have been nothing but a useless feeling and something falsely achieved But of course he knew Masaru thought differently, and probably wouldnt care saying he was the one to attack him. It worried him a bit but he was having too much fun watching the male recover.

Soon enough the black haired male recovered and came flying at him. He tryed to dodge but actually failed allowing the kick to actually his the side of his chest where the most recent fracture was, and winced staggering back from the pain. His panted as his foot ached from the pain and side probably broken again from the previous fight they had. He quickly shifted his body and went to kick with his sprained ankle and growled hurting himself stopping in mid kick.

After looking at his foot he felt the quick punchs and hardened his chest as much as he could. He could feel the small splitting of bone fragments and soon the sound of snapping, he howled in pain. but however soon came a girl through the stair well. The nuatral girl who was friends of both Masaru and Tachi. "STOP IT YOULLL KILL HIM!" the young brunette snapped at Masaru pulling him away from Tachi who was now coughing up blood with his several broken ribs and shattered ankle. Tachi looked up at Masaru with a small smile as he always did when he lost. Only a few people saw it and those who did would call it rather cute of him to do so. Tachi smiled, as his body passed out and the girl called 911. Tachis small body was rather mangled when usually it was nice and built strong and unbreakable, but it was cute for the fact he was only just 4 foot 8 now

If it wasn't for the girl who was somewhat of a friend. He might of actually finish him off. Which he didn't mean to. So he snaps back to reality and takes a step back. Looking back at his work and saw that damage that he made with Tachi. It was a little more bloody then usual. While he had a smirk on his face and was lightly chuckling. Inside he was screaming what he had done. He didn't mean to go that far with him. Yet he couldn't say sorry to him. He has not ever said it once to him as they fought one another.

Seeing the smile appear on his face. His cheeks turned lightly pink and had a weird smile on his own face. For he thought it was the cutest thing in the world. So in a blink of an eye. He pulls out his cell phone and takes a photo of it. This will be his all time favorite. While the girl was on the phone and his crush out like a light. He turns away and walks away from the sense. "Man, what a total bore." he said with a fake yawn. But before he went down the stairs. He looks over his shoulder once more at the out cold fighter. His heart was beating fast and couldn't stop smiling. He'll make sure that he will send him something to his hospital room.

Tachi was still bleed from his mouth from the bragade of violent punches that hisses through the air and bashed his chest. The shattered pieces of bone flying into his lung and slicing holes through them ultimately causing him to cough up blood. Tachis was quickly swooped up by the Paramedics and into a stretcher not surprised as it happened quiet frequently to this boy. They took him quickly to the ER rooom where his body was to be put under and operated on. However things turned out fine, the short by come out covered in pandages and still asleep from the drugs. Tachi awoke the next day with a yawn and a grumble.

When he woke up the next day in the hospital. A young female nurse came in with a smile on her face and a small bouquet of flowers in her arms. "Going morning, sir." she said warmly and politely. "Look what just came for you. You must have a nice girl to send these for you." she said and giggled. Handing them to him. The bouquets were of Gardenias, Edelweiss, and yellow Tulips. Which in Japanese those mean, secret love, courage, and one-sided love. There was a small card in the flowers and it had only one word on it 'Sorry'. There was no name as to who would send him flowers.

Tachi blinked as the rather attractive female nurse walked in. Big breasted blonde, blue eyes, nice ass, of course Tachi was your average teen age pervert. Although he often got away with it because he was so cute because he was so short. His friends dubbed him the Midget Pervert. He sometimes got pissy about it becuase he denied the fact he was a pervert. However when the nurse spoke up he stopped drooling over her tits and noticed the flowers. He tilted his head with a tint of pink to his cheeks. Besides being the hardass he was with a rough apperance he liked flowers. He liked how they smelled and how they looked, finding them rather interesting to watch. He looked at the card and read it, of course he was always clueless and couldnt figure anything out for himself, probably half the reason why he hadent notice all the small blushes masaru had done every time he smiled. Tachi smiled takeing a tulip and holding it smiling. "hehehe thanks!" grins saying it outloud seeing as he couldnt write for a while but he would be back to school in no time, for some reason the docters said he has something on the lines of superb healing capabilities.

The nurse took the flowers from Tachi. Putting them in a vase filled with water and set it on the nightstand. "There. Now they will last a little while welcome. Now you get some rest. A boy your age should enjoy life before joining the working field. That and treat the lady who give you these and thank them properly." she said playfully and giggled. "Now if you need anything. Just press the buzzer and I'll be here." she said in a gentle voice and left. To do her other nurse duties.

Meanwhile in downtown in a small arcade. Masaru was skipping school and was having some little fun. Last night after he left the school. The punk went into a shop that no one would ever think of going in to, a flower shop. He wanted to say that he was sorry, but didn't know how. But he did notice one day that Tachi was looking the flowers in the school garden. So the thought of a bouquet popped into his mind. Of course he couldn't get anything fancy or pricey. So he got the best that he could. When it came to the card he didn't want him to know that they were from him. So the request of leaving his name was made.

In his mind he was fantasizing of Tachi somehow figuring out that they were from him and he confesses to him that he had a feeling. Asking if he would go on a date with him. That made him smile and laugh loudly. A little to loudly. He wasn't the only one that was cutting school. A rival gang from another school. Known as the Jaded Cobras. Surround him around the game and glare at him. Before anyone could stop it. A fight breaks out. Knocking each of them down one by one.

Tachi grumbled at the nurse whom had taken his lovely yellow tulip away from him. "awww but it smelt nice >3<" his voice sent a low growl at the end before he curled up in the bed and stared at the window. The nurse thought it was a girl, when really he didnt have a relationship, or any relationship ever for that matter. He was usually just alone, and girls either think hes ugly, too childishly cute, or to short to date him. That was the time when he wished he could have been an average sized kid and no have his face near other means crotchs as they walked through the hallways. It pissed him off and it was awkward for the matter. Tachi had looked at the nurse with a smile. "I dont plan on bein no fancy smacy collage student. Im just gonna take over the dojo. " he smiled brightly.

It was true he didnt need his schooling at all he could have just apprenticed their. For once in his life he wanted to make his father proud. But either way his father was an asshole and always picked him apart and treated him like some sort of rodent. Soon enough Tachi feel asleep in the large white hospital bed. He slept for 3 days straite from that one nap, and when he awake he was sent back to school.

Tachi was instructed not to have any fights. And for once he agreed. It was highly unlike him, why would he agree with adults. Actually he just wanted to think. The letter confused him and he still had the flowers up in his room having them in some nice sugar like water to get them to spread roots so he could have them for awhile longer. Tachi however couldnt avoid a PE class, and ineveitably he shared it with Masaru. After the hot sweaty gym class, he was the last one to enter and one of the few that were in their. He quickly removed his shirt showing his tight bandages that outlined his highly toned mucusles. He took off his pants with a sigh having only a jock strap on and his blue pubic hair peaking out of the top of it. " grumble.....what do i do................"

The next day in gym glass. Masaru showed up for school. He to was covered in bandages, cuts and a black eye on the right. For the fight at the arcade took a lot more out of him then he thought. Some bastard sneaked behind him and hit him in the back of the head with a brick. Of course he send that guy to the E.R. at the hospital. Gym was properly the only glass that he can stand. Because it helps him keep his body in tone for fights. Thought today it was track, so he did was run. Which he can run pretty fast then most students.

After Class was over and it seemed that everyone was gone. He stripped out of his sweaty gym clothes and thought of taking a quick shower. So he was in the buff and head towards the showers. Turning one of the heads on and let the water hit his body. It got into a few of his cuts, but was used to it. While he was showering, he sees Tachi and his heat starts beating. He was here today. He thought for sure that he would be in the hospital for one more day. Just seeing him in the jock strap made him hard. Which was bad to had out naked in the locker room. So he quickly turns around and tries picturing gross things.

Tachi grumbled as the guys left for their other classes, but Tachi stayed behind for some reason. "Sorry" the letter had been tattooed into his memory banks. He couldnt think of a reason for anyone to give him flowers, seeing as no one upset him or hurt him or anything like that recently. His face showed confusion, sadness, dark expression, that usually was never painted in such a way on his face. In the train of though he removed the jock strap putting it on the bench and walking to the showers. His blue hair look rather intrancing. The only other person in their was Masaru, which he didnt mind, if Masaru would say any rude comment about his size or about him in general he could just insult Masarus penis.

Tachi was huge unerect, and the blue hairs only made him seem more mature, followed by the arm put hair and rather large build. He was still stumped on the letter, and it frustrated him to the point he bashed his head off the wall as the hot water raced over him in a rather steaming matter. He panted, "dammit.........Why cant I Figure this shit out!"

Hearing his feet slap against the tile floor made his heart race anymore. For they meant that he was in the shower, fully naked. He wanted to look at him to see what he looked like without the strap, but knew that it would send some signals towards him and he still didn't want him to know. Just as long he liked the flowers, that's all he wants to know. But if he asked about that. That would mean that he will know that he knew who send them. So He had to stay quiet.

As he was washing his hair. He hears him grumbling and looks over at him. Seeing his body covered in water and the hair under his arms and down below. His heart was racing and his dick was up and hard again. Making him yell at himself. Telling it to go back down. He wanted to ask him in a concerning way what was the matter. But it short of came wrong. "Aw, what's the manner? Having a hard time thinking?" he said in a taunting way. Letting out a chuckle. At least his thing went down.

Tachi had just then after punching the wall in his self inflicted rage, injuring his hand. Although it had enough power to crack the tile and leave a loud snap at the end. But of course that lead to a knuckle being broken, but the pain was nothing, in truth he had went through training at the dojo having his pressure points crushed killing some nerve endings. Around the dojo hes know as the walking dead due to the fact the families style will have no effect on him no matter how hard they were to hit him. Tachi let the water hit his face and hair causing it to fall down pin striat, and yes his hair was naturally a mess and spiky. Currently it rested half way down his neck in thick blue locks of what seemed to be died silk.

His gaze targeted and locked onto the black hair male. He gave a low sigh looking at him, well more like looking at his stomach and basically his cock. Tachis eye twitched, "I want at least 7 feet between us. I dont want your cock in my face when im showering."he snapped not meaning to be rude but already in a rather pissy mode didnt help the subject. "it doesnt involve you. Besides youd think im stupid or something." he mumbled clenching his fists.

(ever heard of Veritas? Spelling might be off but if you do or dont mind researching it we could devolope it into our story as well to keep things active and fresh.)

"Whoa, someone's a little cranky. Did you miss your nap time?" he said in a teasing voice. For he felt a little hurt that he said that to him. But that's how they are. They were delinquents, that's how they talked to one another. Unless they were part of the same gang. Which he was a solo man himself. Doesn't know if Tachi was part of a gang or not. The only time he sees him is when they fight, that's it.

Well lucky for the other male, he was three shower heads away from him. So there was some save between them. Even though in his head, he was picturing them being into the same shower, with them washing each other bodies. Getting all soap and slick and then Tachi's cock thrusting deep within with him. Of course he had to snap out of it.Hearing that he couldn't help him and that he thinks that he he was stupid. "I don't think you are stupid." he tells him. "I just give you a hard time."

((I am sorry, but I have no idea what you mean by Veritas.))

Tachi gave the glance of hades sending a chill through the air. He took that as a threat and something cruel against his hieght. It pissed him off when people fucked with him becuase of his hieght. It was a rather large problem in his previous school. Of course he kept where he came from secret. Believe it or not he was a serious fighter that never lost. He did belong to a gang although, so says the large dragon tattoo on his back. Of course he just covered it saying he wanted a tattoo and his mother forced him to get it. He actually lead the gang himself, however he left it for his own reasons, that and his pressure points were destroyed and recently revived.

Tachi looked at the male rolling his eyes. "right. I know you give me a hard time. You dont think im stupid you just think im some annoying kid who wants to kick your ass." He gave a rather unimpressed look which was strange. Tachi gave one last glare before he started to wash himself starting with his arms, then chest, then his legs, before scrubbing at his rather well endowed cock that was maybe 4 inchs unerect. Tachi finished up and walked back to the locker room naked only to grab a towel and wrap it around his waist and sit on the bench thinking.

He tries not to look it, but he was hurt when he said that. Of course he did thought of that first, but now he didn't. He sees Tachi as the man that you don't see around anymore. Like an honorable samurai. That's what he really admires about him. Of course not allowed to speak about his feelings like that. He couldn't tell him. He washed himself of to. turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I don't think that you are that annoying. You are fun to play with with all the challenges you throw at me." he tells him in a cheeky manner. "I mean what can be bothering you so bad, that it's taken a lot for you to think? It's not like you got something from an unknown someone, right?" he said and chuckled.

Tachi looked over his shoulder, eyes seemingly flickering between blue and gold. He did not look very pleased, infact he look most unimpressed. He wanted to lose it like a valkrie. Somehow he managed to stay calm and avert his rage in some other way which he would express through injuring some cocky students. Once the male spoke up, he was getting suspicious. It was not like him to be so caring, at least to him that is. The dark haired male was known as a ruthless asshole you couldnt approach without being yelled at or punched in the face. Tachi stood up quickly walking over to Masaru and pushing him against the lockers slamming his fist hard into it beside masarus chest, of course he also had to look up to talk to him. "why the fuck are you involving yourself in my personally matters?!" he snapped, obviously not likeing people butting into his buiness, but what pissed him off more was this kid not swinging his fist at him.