yesterday I released 'if you think this is real life', which is my sannoh rengokai book and I will link that here for anybody that is interested. ----->

nine

obey

"Let's get these assholes!"

I shot a panicked and debatably nervous glance to a rainbow-haired Shibaman "What the hell? There's no plan of attack or anything!"

Shibaman laughed. "We cut through them like a knife."

Oyakou moved as one as the group of us surged forward, slamming into the unknown rival school as one solid unit. I'd never seen Oya fight as one before, and I had no idea how I felt about being in the middle of it. Shibaman was on one side of me, Tsukasa on the other as In swung the first punch at a guy who was a whole lot taller than me. He fought back, landing a punch to the side of my face that almost put me on my back before I rammed my elbow into the back of his head, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer before jamming my knee into his stomach and sending him to the floor.

We kept moving, and I stuck to Tsukasa, leaping over an overturned desk to help him fend off some guys with a sharp kick before spinning on my heel to kick a second, the steel toe on my Docs colliding with a head of blond hair. Tsukasa grinned, quickly turning to face me.

"Don't look now, but Murayama is staring." He laughed, firing off another punch.

Yasushi had found some clothes and had joined the frenzy. Nakaoka got knocked down with a punch to the skull, Nakagoshi struggling to get his friend out of there. Seki was hitting people with chairs left right and center, Fujio jumping down from one of the balconies with a ladder in his hands, taking out four of the other guys and catching Kiyoshi in the side of the head.

"Behind you!" I shouted to Tsukasa, spying a yellow hoodie behind the blond. He moved quick, and I piggybacked off that momentum to throw myself at the other guy, using Tsukasa's back as a spring.

We both hit the ground hard, inhaling more than enough drywall dust before I punched the other guy in the nose. Dazed, I grabbed Tsukasa's outstretched hand, locking eyes with Murayama across the courtyard.

So he had been watching.

Tsukasa grinned "We're just about done here, go bail out your boyfriend. I'm gonna go make sure that the guys Fujio hit stay down, maybe land a punch or two on Kiyoshi as well. God knows he deserves it."

I rolled my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend, Takajo!"

"Try telling him that! He's like a lovesick puppy."

I sighed, shaking my head before I ran over to Murayama, decking the red head he was fighting in the side of he head before getting him into an awkward choke hold. I turned to Murayama with a a smile.

"You want to do the honors?" I asked, obviously referring to letting Murayama punch out the last guy standing

Murayama grinned "Hell yeah." With a coy smile, the boy reared back and kicked the redhead square in the nose. I let go of the choke hold and he crumpled to the floor.

Oya Kokoh had won.

Out of breath, Murayama grabbed my hand, hefting our fists into the air with some strangled war cry that the rest of Oya mimicked.

"This is your fault, Hot Shot." I laughed, dropping his hand and wiping the drywall dust off my jeans.

"My fault?" Muryama chuckled back. "How on earth is this my fault?"

"Well it's not mine, Yoshiki. Clearly you guys did something to piss these guys off."

Murayama shook his head "I'll figure it out later. I'm sure those cinnamon rolls are just about ready to go in the oven."

"Is food all you think about?"

Murayama was about to respond when a shout rang out across the courtyard.

A shout in English.

"Such a shame you let the party start without us!"

The Mighty Warriors.

I could feel my entire body start to shake as I turned around and came face to face with Ice, who had returned to speaking Japanese.

"This place really is a wreck." Ice mused, his flashy red jacket a sharp contrast to the courtyard environment.

My palms shook as I stared at the Mighty Warriors, all nine of them advancing towards us. I stepped backwards, falling over a barely conscious Nakaoka before scrambling to my feet again and turning in the direction of the school.

I didn't stop running, breathing heavily as I pushed the door to Oya back open. I could hear shouts behind me, but I paid no attention as my brain burned with the memory of my last encounter with the Mighty Warriors.

It was late at night, bordering on morning. After trying to fall asleep for an hour with the lavender diffuser, I had practically given up and instead focused on studying the building plans Hiroomi had sent me before we were set to break ground on the project the following morning. The class had been split into groups, and Hiroomi took on the role of project manager for ours. This was intended to be our sophomore thesis project, worth a fair chunk of our grade that term.

I heard crashes and car alarms outside, coupled by frenetic shouting and phrases that blended Japanese and English.Confused, I paused the acoustic lo-fi album I was listening to and I crept over to the living room window to see what was going on. Outside, a group of guys dressed in varying degrees of ugly and flashy clothing were swinging baseball bats at cars and bricks through windows and front doors.

I pulled my sweater closer around my body, haphazardly sliding my feet into my white Vans. My parents would no doubt sleep through this, and the way he was then with his leg there was no way Noboru was coming outside. With my sister out of town for yet another tournament, that simply left me to deal with this disaster.

"Hey!" I shouted "Who the fuck are you? This is property damage, I'm calling the cops."

The one in the middle who I guessed was the ringleader burst out into laughter "You? A scrawny sleep-deprived brunette who isn't even wearing proper shoes?"

"I'm a former national champion in martial arts and I happen to have a degree in law." I spat "So watch who you're messing with."

The men laughed, the ringleader speaking again. "Watch who we're messing with? Lady, we're the Mighty Warriors. You've got nothing on us." He nodded at one of the other guys. "Bernie, pass her the papers."

"Papers?"

The one named Bernie stepped forward, passing me a bright red sheet of paper with large letters on it. An eviction notice.

"Kuryu wants the land. And last I checked, this was a bordertown. S.W.O.R.D isn't here to protect you any more."

"You can't do this." I spat, scrunching up the paper

"Guess what?" The ringleader, who I later found out was named Ice, crossed his arms over the chest. "We just did."

I threw the first punch. In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. The second my fist hit his nose, Bernie and some guy in a suit were right there to grab my arms. Cursing, Ice kicked me in the stomach, then decked me in the jaw. Fighting tears, I crumpled to the ground, staying perfectly silent as they continued down our street, breaking more private property as they went.

Not even two days later, I was attacked by Doubt. I knew they were working together somehow.

Coughing and spluttering, I felt my stomach churn as I tore down another hallway, attempting to barricade myself as far inside the school and away from Ice and his goons as possible. spying a cheap construction trash can in the middle of the hallway, I gripped it so hard my knuckles turned white, promptly emptying my stomach of everything I had eaten that morning.

"Hey, hey. I've got you." A soft voice said, hands pulling my hair back from my face and tucking it under my beanie before rubbing circles on my back. I coughed a few more times, wiping my mouth once I was sure I wasn't going to be sick any more. Shaking, I looked up to see who was there. Furuya stood behind me, a gentle hand on my back. Tsukasa and Yasushi stood a few feet away, staring at me in confusion as tears started to run down my face.

I let go of the trash can, limbs still shaking as I held on to Furuya for support. "Do you need anything?" The twenty-five year old asked "A glass of water, change of clothes?" He stopped for a second before speaking his next words quieter, only then noticing that Yasushi and Tsukasa had crept closer. "A pregnancy test?"

I looked at Furuya in confusion before he started to defend his choice of words. "I mean, it's just that you've been spending a lot of time with Muryama lately, and I'm not sure what exactly I walked into that day in the mat room-"

"Furuya, I'm fine." I cut him off, genuinely meaning it. My nausea had been nothing more than a bad reaction to seeing Ice and Bernie in the courtyard, filling my brain with images of baseball bats and broken glass, men in black vans and motorcycles. Masaki's soft hands on my body, the heavenly smell of his cologne as we lay together in the cotton sheets. "Besides," My voice was less shaky now "If I was pregnant, it wouldn't be Murayama's. It would have been Masaki's."

Yasushi's jaw dropped "Masaki Amamiya?"

I shook my head "Are you surprised?"

"Uh, yeah!" The boy cried "How do you go from someone like Masaki to somebody like Murayama?"

"Shut up." Tsukasa hissed, slapping Yasushi in the chest.

Furuya tightened his grip on my arm and carefully guided me into Todoroki's little hiding spot. I sat down on the leather couch, anxiously ripping off my beanie and running my hands through my hair. The adrenaline was wearing off and I could feel every hit, every scratch and every bleeding wound.

"Furuya, don't go back out there." My voice broke as I reached for his hand "I can't be alone in here."

"Listen, I'm going to go and find Murayama. Takajo is going to stay, right?" Furuya said, glancing over at the two younger boys.

Tsukasa nodded, rushing over to sit next to me, taking one of my battered and bloody hands in his.

Furuya vanished, presumably to back outside to the Mighty Warriors fight. I thought Oya had a rule against getting the full timers involved with S.W.O.R.D matters, but I guess that didn't count if they were already outside and riled up anyways.

"So..." Tsukasa hummed "Masaki, huh."

I cracked a small smile in between tears. "Shut up."

Yasushi was standing by the door, still awestruck. "She fucked Masaki Amamiya."

NOTES!

Yeah there was too much to fit into one chapter so you're going to be getting chapter ten very soon. Also, I hope this wasn't too chaotic for you.

I know you're probably getting tired of these two idiots and their pining, but in a few chapters, Murayama will be making moves on Dori.