Ōkami-san to Shichinin no Nakama-tachi Fanfiction: Okami-san and Her Seven Swans - 5. Chapter 5
The skies that loom over Onigashima are a deep and threatening gray, the clouds lifelessly clinging to it, their wispy shapes like lost souls trapped in the coming storm. Though Ryoko and the other members of the Otogi Bank are armed and ready, along with Kibitsu Momoko (who just came for the fun of kicking Oni butt- although she had leaned next to Ryoko and purred flirtatiously, “Anything for my little Wolf-chan.”), dread knots her stomach, twisted with a fiery rage. However, she is counting on this rage. It is what fuels her fists.
Onigashima High school seems to her like large, graffiti stained monument to everything wrong with her life. She bares her teeth. Two friends down, The President (in one of his famous disguises—a brown haired thug wearing a black leather jacket that says ‘The Jets’ on the back. Don’t ask me why) claps his hands.
“Alright everyone! You know the drill. “
“Let’s teach some punks a lesson,” Taro grins with his usual dashing charms. Otohime may have given him some pre-victory celebration earlier; Gentleman Mode is in full effect!
Right on cue, twenty or so thugs rush from the bowels of the school.
“Well if it isn’t the Otogi Bank,” sneers the one closest to Okami-san. The other delinquents chuckle obnoxiously.
“I wouldn’t sound so smug. Onigashima has continued to cause problems, so as I promised, we came to end this once and for all. And believe me, it will be painful for you,” Momo places a hand on her curvaceous hip.
“Hah. We heard you might be stopping by soon. I won’t lie, it’s a pain in the ass. But I can’t wait to return the favor. And, if things go well…l plan to literally make myself a pain in your ass, Ryoko-san.” He smirks foully at her. There is a very brief silence where nothing and nobody moves a single muscle while his last words sink with disgust into everyone’s heads.
And then the next thing anybody knew, Ryoshi had knocked him to the ground, and was on top of him, his fists coming down right after another, slamming into him. Rolling Ryoshi over, the head delinquent lands a few blows on him, snapping the tension.
Everyone else takes the cue, and full combat explodes.
Thug after thug pours out of Onigashima, heading right for Ryoko. Her eyes stay locked on Ryoshi. Ryoko is not one to let the men do the fighting for her. In a blind fury, she throws the thug off of Ryoshi and socks the delinquent in the head, while simultaneously slamming the toe of her combat boot into his crotch. He falls with a squeal of pain.
The next one attempts to go for her face, a rookie mistake—the punch leaves his ribs wide open, and Ryoko takes the opportunity. Dodging his punch, she lands a blow to his side, causing him to stagger backward. She kicks him to the side just in time to twist and smash the Neko-Neko knuckles into his chin, knocking him on his back.
“Nice uppercut, Ryoko!” cries Ringo as she ties up Ryoko’s losing opponents.
Ryoko grunts, and dodges another punch in time to kick out the back of his knees, a move that usually works—but the thug recovers, and twists her arm, pulling her into a choke hold. Right then and there, Ryoko makes her decision.
Screw my past, screw Shiro, and screw the hell out of Nomagii Umi! This is my freaking life, and I don’t give two shits what people like them used to do to me—There’s no way in hell I’m playing this game a second longer! I’ve got people who care about me, and if they’re with me, who cares what anyone knows…!
I’m Okami Ryoko, and nobody fucks with me!
She reaches up with her last ounce of space and yanks off the earpiece, throws it on the ground, firmly lifts her boot, and CRUNCH!
*Hello, it’s me, the amazing narrator! Now that Ryoko has put her foot down on this nonsense, (literally!), her voice is free. So all the control is going back to her. She’s been dying to have the point of view. Now let’s get back to the action!*
“SCREW THIS! Ryoshi!” I scream.
“Got it!” In an instant the thug is down by Ryoshi’s slingshot.
“I’m so sorry Ryoko!” He cries, running over to me. I turn, and we fight together, back to back.
“Why are you apologizing?” I shouts. The sounds of fists and ‘MEOW!’ as my Knuckles make contact with these jerks swarms in my brain like a bed of angry wasps, punctuated by the snap-CRACK! of Momo’s whip.
Someone with a crowbar is running towards Ryoshi, only feet away. On instinct, we lock right arms and spin so that our sides are reversed. I take down crowbar guy with two hits. We twist back and release each other.
“I should have been there—”
He glances at me over his shoulder before firing a Pachinko ball over our shoulders, “—before it even happened!”
“That’s crap!” I dodge a blow. I kick to the side, my body twisting and stepping in the free, light way that only comes when someone is watching your back.
“You—UGH!” I shout as I thrust another kick—and miss.
“You’re always right there for me! Give yourself some credit, you idiot!”
“Ryoko… you know you’re talking, right?” he asks incredulously
“Yeah, I guess… we’re gonna take care of this here and now. So who gives a crap about my secrets. I think it’s time I handle this myself.” Ryoshi turns and beams at her.
“That’s… great, Ryoko! I just want you to be happy… I hope—”
In a single second, four things happen:
I see a delinquent, who has a metal bat.
He is aiming for Ryoshi, who can’t see him.
I don’t think.
A short, but blinding pain explodes over my head. Supernovae lace my vision. Even my ears are ringing. Someone screams, and through my blurred vision I see myself about to smack the pavement, but someone catches me. Strong arms. I fit right in there.
“So nice,” I mutter weakly. I can feel myself losing consciousness.
Someone… Ah, Ryoshi? Pretty eyes. They stare at me, murmuring something.
“Why, Ryoko, would you do something like that?” The voice. So worried. Why did I do it…?
“I was being your shield…” So much noise. I don’t think he can hear me. I want to talk louder but everything hurts.
“Oh God! Quickly, take her home!” I think that was Ringo, but all I can see are Ryoshi’s eyes, the luminous jade sprinkled with amber, but just barely.
I’m being lifted somewhere. Ryoshi’s hands are on my thighs. What?
I’m on his back.
“Can you hold onto my shoulders? Please?”
“N…no, I needed to do something…”
“Ryoko, we need to get you to a hospital. I think you have a concussion.” His voice is so worried. Soft and sweet. I want to kiss him, but my head hurts and my thought are all wrong. What is a concussion?
“Just hold on!” I want to make him happy, though I don’t know why, so I do. His shoulders are nice. Wide but not too wide. Manly. I press my cheek onto his left shoulder, gently. I think I want to sleep. He is so warm and he smells nice. I think I don’t remember his name anymore, but I do think I love this boy. But mostly I am tired.
“Ryoko, you have to promise to stay awake. If you don’t you could go into a coma. Please, please stay awake for me.” This one bouncy ride. Oh, he’s running.
“Will you stay with me?” The question sounds from the back of my throbbing, white mind. My head is whirling around inside my skill. I kinda need to barf.
“I promise I will stay by your side forever, Ryoko. Just stay awake.” I smile.
“Ok. Then I promise too.”
*Okay, so they get to the hospital, she manages to stay awake, yatta yatta yatta. Meanwhile, back at Onigashima…*
The Bank has gloriously fought their way into the heart of Demon High. From the blank, water-stained lab room, Alice monitors the locations of the members.
“Okay, everyone. If you’ll just turn, you’ll be at the Student Council office.”
“Got it!” Momoko radios in. In no time, they are outside Hitsujikai’s door. Taro throws it open.