《Recurring villain' Worries》


 Introducing myself and introducing others.

    Record my name in your head because I''m important.


    I am Toriyama Ito. I have a clear role in life, something that many people lack and still seek, either in dead civilizations that excused all their problems in the sun, or in the ocean without thinking that our primitive ancestors fled from there to evolve and kicking, or maybe trying to get to the moon hoping that this pile of barren rocks will reveal the meaning of life. Fools all of them. My destiny is simple but of weight, I am going to become the recurring villain of this story.


    What? Do not you know he''s a recurring villain? But it is an essential gear in any work of fiction! Well, I lie to you, there are many works without villains with long life expectancy. But where they do exist they are treated as an invaluable element. What would become of the bat man without the clown? Or the blue bomber without the mad scientist? They would lose a lot.


    Do not confuse me with the eternal rival or those traitors who become good at the end, do not call me a continuous joke. I have integrity, I plan to be a serious threat and adaptable to the level of the protagonist. If I try hard, it may appear in a large part of the Opening and everything. Can you imagine it? The camera crossing at full speed a waste land to take a close-up of my smiling face? It would be glorious. I could even get fans to write stories about me!


    We are hardly in the prologue of history, so in the Opening appear few characters to not saturate the viewer. Of those who appear only know the protagonist and other extraordinary students, but also a few strangers, see the girl with the wooden sword or the guy with the straw hat who is not a pirate. The latter seems quite strong and mysterious.


    I have to keep an eye out for when the strange things happen. It will be the warning to identify the beginning of the real plot, what will it be? Devils? Aliens? For now we are in the Status Quo, peace, tranquility, school days, spring of youth. High school is the first stage of this story. It will vary with time ... I hope it does. I would hate to stagnate in an eternal and episodic school adventure.


    Many of the important people are in their second year. Everyone has their daily routine, while the rest stays on the sidelines by not having important lives. The most interesting thing that the extras could achieve is to die in the middle of a battle or be used as hostages.


    Ignore cannon fodder and look for real characters.


    There are my subordinates in the entrance. They are a large group that gives off a cloudy aura and wear dark clothes. Most have the upper part of their face overshadowed, they were made without much encouragement, they only exist to make bulk and fulfill my orders. Even if they complain they can not do anything against me. I exercise a lot, I have confidence in my toned body, although strength is not my best attribute ... These slackers can pounce on me among all and equal would win.


    But it does not mean that I have a resolved life within my gang. There are two characters that I watch at all times, a couple of headaches: The first is Hanamiya Tora, the second is Aida Yamazaki. They do look well drawn, even better than me. No, they must be my imaginations.


    Tora is a voluptuous girl ... But do not be fooled by her attractive cleavage! Look up and face those green eyes of tiger and that smile can freeze your blood. Now it does not seem like much, it is relaxed and stretches its body, observes without much desire its surroundings. It''s a facade, just wait for it to get angry or get excited, when that happens your pigtail bristles and shows the energy of an authentic beast. I hate to admit it, but she surpasses me physically by much. Even if a truck full of copies of me tried to knock it down, my clones and I would fly through the air. Of course, it is a pretty simple girl of mind and easy to handle.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    Yazamaki is a more complicated case. It is short and thin. He does not talk much and always keeps his eyes closed, still, smiling from the bottom like a stalker. His presence is quite weak, to the point that it is difficult to realize that he is following you and always takes you by surprise. From what I said it does not sound like someone too important. But there is a key detail in this portrait of Yamazaki ... He is very handsome! Your locker is full of confessions of love, damn you. You know what it means, right? A handsome, enigmatic, taciturn boy who also joins the bad guys ...


    I bet all my savings that it hides its true power! I have no doubt! He is the typical bastard who maintains distance during the first arcs, looking suspicious, then suddenly appears doing something impressive and stealing the show.


    I do not fall for your trick, Yamazaki!


    My life would be simpler if I did not deal with these two. To fulfill my goal of being the recurring villain I must have a persistent relevance in the story. The previous thing is difficult if there are two personages of great potential following you the backs, able to darken my paper with any cool scene that they take out of the sleeve.


    But I admit it, Tora and Yamazaki are necessary. It would be too sad that my gang is 100% formed by minions without a face. In any group of thugs, it takes one or two members unique enough to be memorable. Also, who will face the protagonist''s companions while I fight against him? The cannon meat of course not.


    I just have to maintain my position as leader everything will be fine. We are just at the beginning of the plot, I have plenty of time to ingrain my influence on the story. For now I will play the role of Boss who is surpassed by his closest subordinates but does not realize it, and is still obeyed thanks to his enormous charisma. Well, in addition to charisma, our past also has a lot to do with it. I know both of them since childhood, you could even say that we are what is generally known as Friends.


    I do not have real friends! Only useful tools!


    The bell rang, it''s time to go to classes. But since we are the bad guys, I made everyone wait ten minutes before entering, punctuality is for the weak and the little children of Mommy. Tora was content to waste time. Yamazaki just smiled and shrugged.


    Time to enter.


    Ah, there comes the Opening! Get ready!


    ...


    Japanese song!


    The title of the story.


    Plane of the protagonist on the roof of the school while the wind shakes his blue hair.


    The protagonist walking alongside his perverted friend down the hall. They pass near a mysterious girl with a bamboo sword ... The girl stops and looks at them out of the corner of her eye. Why does she have more screen time than me?


    Short-term plans showing different characters observing the camera: The rude teacher; The childhood friend; An old woman I do not know together with twins dressed as priestesses; The rival of the protagonist who has glasses; A dark guy with a long Japanese bow ... Right there, we appear! Tora, Yamazaki and I, along with the gang members. Why is my face hidden by the credits? Damn editors!


    Now the guy in the straw hat comes out on an electricity pole, smoking a pipe. Behind him is a blonde woman dressed as a clerk, with beautiful legs.


    Action scene with the mysterious girl of the sword facing several subjects with black robes and pint of doors with brochures to convince you to jump down a cliff. The movements of the girl are on the same level as Tora, I would even say slightly higher.


    Finally there is a dark silhouette with an evil face. The screen lights up, then, right where the horrible silhouette was, the protagonist appears. He is accompanying the mysterious girl and both observe the blue sky from the roof of the school.


    The Opening ends


    ...


    We appeared a few seconds like the rest. No matter how much you look at it or at what angle, it''s just as disappointing. The road to becoming a recurring villain will be long and full of worries.

 2 - Lets meet the rest of the cast.

    The class 2-E sign pointed to the place. You should have already suspected that it is not just any room. Here are gathered the students that the school considers too problematic or promising, or have a more murky past than the others. The above is just an excuse to have the interesting characters together and in constant socialization.


    In the rest of the rooms there are few interesting people. Although I am sure that the God of this world will use the students of Room 2-A, or the disciplinary council, for future conflicts. The designs of those people are too elaborate to ignore them. But for now my class is the most important.


    We opened the door and a chalk whistled in the direction of my forehead. I raised my hand and held it between my fingers, I lowered it and watched the teacher with a smile. She returned it to me with an equally fierce expression.


    "Good catch, Toriyama, but if you come back late I will not be so clement. Go and take a seat."


    I obeyed. It would be idiotic to tempt Sasaki-sensei''s spirit. In the scale of danger level that I designed (That someday I will show to the delight of you, spectators) she is in the middle-high part. Not for nothing is the only one capable of handling the second-year rarities room. Legend has it that the other teachers who tried such a feat ended up tearing their hair or in a padded room. Only a cruel beauty like Sasaki could win the role of teacher. Can you imagine if he was a bald middle-aged man? It would never attract the fans. A powerful redhead with her hair tied in a long ponytail (Not as long as that of Tora), that sells.


    The seats of the delinquents are in the last row near the wall, there we meet to chat idle and annoy the rest. Of course I am always with a careful eye on the lessons. I can be bad, but secretly I try to have a good academic average. It would be terrible if all the other characters advance to third year and I get stuck. That is why I also help Tora with her homework, she is very carefree and without me she would surely leave school. Yamazaki is a smart guy, he knows how to take care of his studies.


    Let''s take advantage of the fact that the teacher is writing equations on the blackboard to introduce them to others.


    There is Hashimoto, Satoshi for friends. He is daydreaming while looking out the window like every protagonist who appreciates himself. Better let''s leave it for the end.


    One of the twins who appeared in the Opening is in the middle of the room, I remember that her last name is Murakami. It seems to be reading with an ashen expression a physics book moving forward, it looks so complicated that I barely looked at the title, it gave me a headache. But make no mistake, that''s a facade! Nothing can fool my attention to detail! Hide a thinner notebook between the encyclopedia. A diary? A light novel? I suspect that she is a fujoshi in a closet. No class is complete without the fujoshi of the closet.


    Daigo sits close to her. He is a tall, dark and muscular guy, a man of few words. It is also one of the best in the archery club. Because of his intimidating appearance many think he is a criminal, but I doubt it. It reminds me of the typical big guy who loves vegetables and animals, with a heart so big it does not fit in his chest.


    In the front row, writing at full speed what the teacher writes on the blackboard, is Akira, the youngest son of the well-known Minagawa family. He has well-groomed hair and an impeccable uniform, as well as glasses that he pushes every so often towards the bridge of his nose to say something "intelligent". He has an important role, some would even say more important than mine (Ignorant). He is the protagonist''s rival. But oddly enough, he has never had a direct conflict with Satoshi. I imagine that when the plot begins and Satoshi discovers its true power, the tension between these two skyrocketed.


    What...? How do I know they are rivals? Simple ... I studied their lives thoroughly. In the past both were close friends, but since Akira began to concentrate fully on his future he stopped treating Satoshi, to the point of considering him a stranger. They see him? Rivalry is written alone! And if it does not happen, well, I exist to fit the pieces of the story. I will be the recurring villain of this plot, I am interested in an entertaining story.


    To complete the trinity of childhood friends there is Nakahara Sakura, the current president of the class. A sweet girl, with a pink hairstyle trimmed to the shoulders, tender face and spectacular body. It also has a reserve of patience and almost infinite smiles. The boys want it, the girls want to be like her ... To me, the truth is that it scares me ... I have no reason to fear him, it''s just my villain instinct speaking. I try to always keep my distance from her.


    Now with the appetizers dispatched, let''s serve the main dish ... Hashimoto Satoshi!


    Look at him, with his face and skinny body as a girl, crazy blue hair and carefree expression, his face asks for a punch. Why did I play a protagonist like him? He is the typical herbivore who lets himself be dragged by the situation and by the girls of his harem (I bet my lunch for a year to get a harem). Where was the rude boy but with good intentions? The hyperactive and ambitious brat with a voracious appetite? Satoshi looks like the guy who solves everything with the power taken from the ass of friendship. I hate that that happens.


    But crying over spilled milk is useless. He is the protagonist that touched me and I have to work in the most professional way possible. The first thing is to create a natural hostility towards me, not too high to be considered pure hatred, but if necessary to bother meeting me. A villain who is not disowned is not a decent villain.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    The lunch bell rang, it''s time to work.


    I waited for all the students to get ahead of me, maybe in the hall I had a chance to torment Satoshi. To disguise I talked about idle things with Tora and Yamazaki; Where we would go to roam today; In which part of the city they sell the best cigarettes; Which car we would destroy this afternoon; Evil things. Better that good guys cover their ears.


    As always the extras were the first to leave the room, followed by the teacher. Satoshi continued lost among the clouds, observing the sky with a melancholy air. What do those blue eyes see ...? The bloody New Year''s Eve again? So much guilt eats at you, weakling?


    A light and close laugh surprised me.


    " Huh ?! What is so funny, Yamazaki?! " I stretched my neck and my face, the veins marked me. It is my tactic to show great anger. It took me years to perfect it.


    " When you look at Hashimoto-kun you put on an expression that is very scary, boss. It seems you want to kill him".


    Oh, he realized! Damn Yamakazi, bragging about your observation skills. Do not believe that your character overshadowed mine, no matter how handsome and enigmatic you are. To compensate I have a mountain of will.


    " What expression? What are you talking about?" Asked Tora, just waking up from one of his daily naps. She never finds out about anything, better ignore her.


    " The next time you laugh at me I''ll beat you up!" I threatened him. He limited himself to lowering his head but not disappearing his subtle smile.


    A fuzzy colored stain poop flew by from the living room entrance and ended up facing Satoshi. Its appearance is so coarse and ordinary, but instead of turning it into an extra its simplicity makes it stand out among the best drawn. Kotarou Miura, the great pervert of the school and best friend of the protagonist!


    " Good morning, Satoshi-kun!" He exclaimed with such force that my eardrums trilled. The gifts he possesses for being a pervert are a high source of energy and a tolerance to pain above average, only so his kind could survive the girls of this school and any other program. It is a tough slug.


    " Good morning, Miura, do you need something?" Satoshi asked. Unlike Miura his tone is sharp and calm.


    " How do I need something? Can not I visit my beloved friend?" He laughed, but the next moment his face darkened seriously and came so close to Satoshi that their noses almost collide. "But now that you say it ..."


    Here we go again.


    " I just noticed that Sakura-chan''s chest appeared more splendid today. Could you find out your size? It''s for the record" You can whisper everything you want, but nothing escapes my ears. Although her words are not just an open book for me, one of Miura''s weaknesses is that everything she says is perfectly audible to girls, especially if she talks morbid things. The God of this world did it this way so that the scenes where he is beaten by pervert were written alone. From here I noticed the almost imperceptible shudder of Nakahara.


    " Size...?" Satoshi sounded unconvinced. Logically, it is an herbivore. If it were another kind of protagonist, it would be shouting "Long live the used panties!" Or similar ridiculousness.


    " Come on, come on, you''re closer to her than me. Tell him it''s for study things"


    " What kind of study would that be ?!"


    " Invent it, you''re smart" He knelt and put his hands together as if in prayer. " Please, Satoshi! It is life or death! If I do not have the updated record for tomorrow, I will not be able to compare the sizes of all the girls with the new student!"


    " New student?"


    New student? It will be...?!


    " Oh, you did not know?" Miura smiled with all her teeth. " My sources told me that tomorrow class 2-E will receive a new classmate. It is unknown how it is, but seeing the background of this safe room is another rebel. I hope she''s beautiful"


    " Do you know his name?"


    " Of course I know, my sources are very competent!" He pointed to himself proudly. "Remember, you heard it first from me. Her name is Ryuuga Mitsuki"


    Ryuuga Mitsuki. Ryuuga Mitsuki. Ryuuga Mitsuki. Ryuuga Mitsuki.


    The image of the girl with the bamboo sword came back to my head. Photogenic face, very dark long hair, slim body, firm but elegant walk, and an electric blue look that keeps the fierceness of a dragon. No doubt, it has to be her!


    This is serious. If the main heroine of the story is near, it means that it is not long before the plot begins. I must move my cards, before finishing the day my importance in the life of Satoshi has to increase.


    I got up and without saying anything I walked towards Miura. I wrapped my arm around his neck and squeezed him into a firm fighting wrench.


    " Toriyama-san! You are suffocating me! "The words came out strangled. He started kicking but I did not let him go. Shut! You are the comic relief! You were born to suffer and the spectator makes fun of your misery!


    " What''s wrong, can not you bear a light squeeze, Kotarou?" I''m currently the barbarian brabuc¨®n. Shouting and belittling is indispensable. "I heard what you said, a new student is coming"


    " Yes ... Are you interested ... " His face is more and more purple.


    I have to plant seeds. What are the seeds? Simple, possible plots that may explode in the future. They can be anything from intimacy to a character who has a great chance of befriending Satoshi, to a sudden love interest in one of the protagonist''s suitors, whatever it''s worth to end up in conflict. Obvious that not all will bear fruit, but take the failure as an excuse is lazy.


    " Ara, ara, it''s my duty as head of the band to be aware of possible new subordinates" Good. With this seed maybe I can have a scene where I try to corral the heroine to join my group and she gives me a beating. I''m not a masochist, but whether I want it or not, failure is part of the life of a recurring villain, thanks to my defeat she will look great.


    " Ah ... New subordinate ...? I understand ..."


    " Toriyama-san, you''re hurting him" Satoshi complained. Like any slave hero of morality, he does not appreciate seeing others being tormented.


    " You want me to hurt you ?!"


    He opened his mouth to answer me but swallowed his words. We had eye contact for a few seconds, but almost immediately turned our eyes to the desk. Relax, you are the protagonist, when the plot of the beginning everything will improve for you.


    " Enough!" The voice came from behind. I looked over my shoulder, Nakahara''s strict eyes confronted me. She stood with her hands on her hips in a reproachful pose. "If you continue to bother Kotarou-san this will become a matter of the disciplinary committee!"


    I''m not afraid of the committee, the most they can do is send me to clean the dining room or get me to order the library. But I must behave like a bad boy, authority and I are natural enemies. I clicked my tongue and let go of Miura, he sprawled on the floor with his pupils in a spiral. He is quite determined with his role.


    " Let''s go!" I shouted, making Tora and Yamazaki understand that I do not want problems. I walked away from Satoshi''s desk to leave. When Nakahara passed by, my shoulder collided with his, it hit me hard, it was not casual. I turned to see her expression, but she was already helping Miura with Satoshi''s support.


    What bug does this girl have?

 3 - The dragon knows the fish.

    To strengthen my status as a villain it is necessary to work hard. Being lazy is unacceptable. That''s why I followed Satoshi after school, hoping to get to the right place to meet. I always stayed behind, furtive, running from shadow to shadow without him noticing. Espionage is one of my qualities, many would doubt knowing my reputation as loud and noisy, but it is the truth. When you have years gathering information about the other characters, you learn to hide your level of power.


    We leave school behind. We enter the eastern suburbs, a mound of houses within the streets we use every day (school, supply store, sports court, etc.). Beyond is the bridge, and crossing it "The City". Sometimes I go there on weekends, it''s almost a world apart from our quiet school universe.


    There is a river that runs through the suburbs. Its shore is a usual scenario for crooks like me, some get together to smoke cigarettes or marijuana, nothing very shady (the murky leave it to the City). Now under sunset it is the perfect place for a scene with the protagonist. Look at all that orange bathing the world; the lawn rocking; the river running. Here the scenes are written alone and my knuckles ask for blood.


    But I can not come suddenly, push it and start all without reason. I am not a one-dimensional villain of those who bother others just because they do, or because they enjoy it (I do, who would not enjoy hitting Satoshi-girl face? But I try to be professional). Everything must be natural. I used the alleys to overtake Satoshi, gaining the necessary margin to cross in front of him. He is lost in his thoughts. If it were not the protagonist it would crash into all the posts.


    I waited a few seconds to cross to the riverbank. When Satoshi was close enough I came out of the corner, walking as if I had not seen him. His forehead hit my arm.


    " Ah! Sorry ...!" He raised his eyes to apologize but when he recognized me he turned pale.


    I watched him with my murderous look number 6 (Serious expression, firm eyes, tight mouth, vein bulging in the forehead)


    " Toriyama-san ... I''m so sorry" Stuttered.


    " Are you blind, Hashimoto? Or are you looking for trouble?" My voice sounded calm but I filtered out some explosive anger in my tone.


    " Problems? Of course not!" He broke eye contact. "I just ... I was just walking and I did not see you"


    " Are you saying I''m not worth enough to see me ?! Is that it ?!" I gritted my teeth, took Satoshi from the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to me. Well acted, Ito. A good bully explodes before the simplest comment.


    " Do not! Of course not! This...! He was distracted!"He shook his hands in panic.


    " I''ll teach you not to be distracted anymore!" I smiled with all my teeth and let go of the threat.


    Satoshi''s expression mixed fear and resignation ... He knows what''s coming.


    I dragged him from the neck to the riverbank. There was a group of aspiring delinquents joking and smoking, but when they saw me they ran. In the suburbs I am one of the great predators. Now in an intimate environment, I threw Satoshi onto the grass and thundered my fists.


    " Get up!" I ordered.


    Satoshi sat down first. He did not look up from the earth, perhaps thinking of his inevitable beating. When he stood up, he kept his head down. Do not wait more. I took a step forward and landed a punch on her stomach, then another on her cheek. Send it to the lawn again.


    " Come on, stand up! I''m still not satisfied!"


    With a kick in the ribs I lifted him off the ground. He twirled twice in the air before falling down. This is necessary, the public should feel sorry for you. Misery is one of the quickest ways to build empathy.


    " You''re an excellent punching bag, Hashimoto!"


    You will soon return it to me. I have to seize the moment.


    Chest, abdomen, chest, abdomen, right cheek, left cheek, chin! Back against the lawn. I had to pick it up myself to continue our one-sided fight. I looked him in the eyes.


    " If you say something to the teacher or the disciplinary committee, you''re dead" I threatened. He looked straight ahead without really looking at me, his eyes lost in nothing or in the past. He will never accuse me. That''s the way things do not happen in this kind of story.


    I raised my right fist to hit him in the eye. However, something stopped me. I felt a presence behind my back, maybe thirty or forty steps, even more (My perception is one of the best in school). It is strong but it hides. He watches us closely. Will it be Yamazaki? No, it''s too intense. Tora either, she would not bother to hide. The teacher? I doubt it, it must be up to the throat of sake. What I do know is that it is an important character.


    Do you smell that? A scene is coming and it''s a strong one! I must finish and hide. I already fulfilled my role for today. I dropped Satoshi. I put my hands in my pockets and walked away in the opposite direction from the unknown presence. Then, using my impressive speed, I sneaked onto a rock and reduced my presence. I can be far away, but my keen senses allow me to see and hear everything that happens.


    One minute, then three. Satoshi remained sitting on the ground, silent as a statue. She wiped her tears with her forearm. I started to get impatient. Where did the mysterious character get ...? Oh! There he comes!


    She wore a black turtleneck sweater, and her pants accentuated her slim but pretty figure. She walked calmly and safely, letting the wind shake her long hair. It is much more beautiful in person. On his shoulder he carried a sports backpack where he safely keeps the sword.


    Ryuuga Mitsuki was a few steps away from Satoshi. He did not come to help him or ask about his health. He remained watching him with those cold, inflexible eyes.


    "Why did not you fight?" I ask. His voice is a warlike and fearsome siren, capable of beating anyone.


    Satoshi did not tremble at the demanding tone. He is too busy with his melancholy and emotional problems as a protagonist. He managed a bitter smile.


    "I deserve all this," he muttered. Mitsuki listened. I heard.


    A glimmer of danger crossed the girl''s eyes. She tightened her grip on her purse until her fingers turned white.


    "That which is within you will devour you" She accused.


    Satoshi looked up suddenly, scared. His eyes became wet and his shoulders shook. He is aware of the entity that lives inside him, and it is obvious that he fears him. What will his name be? "The great God of Evil"? "The Demon King"? "The Emperor of Darkness"? The power of the protagonist must be something clich¨¦, this story does not look very original.


    "You should kill yourself before it happens." After that comment she turned her back on him and walked away.


    Both Satoshi and I are left speechless. What a phrase to release the main heroine. Is that your future wife? I pity you. And at the same time I''m glad to be a villain without loving commitments.


    The next day I had to be punctual. Sasaki-sensei was surprised to see me so early. I think I lost points of infamy, but it is a necessary sacrifice. Today the heroine is presented to the main cast.


    I crossed my arms at my table and waited. Yamazaki remained silent beside me. Tora missed, said her head hurt (It''s not a lie, she''s too stupid to lie, the God of this world must have a reason to make her miss).The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    The atmosphere is calm; Satoshi looks out the window; Akira studies; Nakahara talks with other students; Murakami reads a light novel; Daigo guard silence typical of Daigo. Everything is normal. Nobody suspects that from now our world will be shaken.


    Sasaki-sensei stood up, it was the signal to pay attention to him. It is better not to look away or interrupt or an encyclopedia will fly to your head with the force of a rocket.


    "Okay, listen to everyone, today a new student will join our class, I hope you are kind to her and make her feel welcome, no jokes, no intimidation, that goes for you, Toriyama."


    I clicked the language.


    The teacher turned to the door and urged the girl to enter. Mitsuki appeared dressed in school uniform: white shirt, red ribbon around the neck, and navy blue skirt. She brought the sports backpack. It looks as relaxed and beautiful as yesterday on the riverbank. The vast majority of the room released an "Oooohhh" of surprise and admiration. It is the heroine, normal for the commoners to be enchanted by her.


    "I am Ryuuga Mitsuki, it''s a pleasure to meet you" She said without much encouragement but with education, she bowed in greeting. In spite of her glacial behavior, the boobies in the room blushed because of Mitsuki''s refined aura, she looks like a girl of high birth and noble manners.


    Look at Akira, daydreaming and with eyes shining.


    There are two seats available in the lounge. First there is Tora, on the left side in the sector of the thugs, the seat is deprived of it and I will hit anyone who tries to usurp it. Second one on the right side, next to the windows where there is always good sun, behind Satoshi. Obvious that the new girl has to sit close to the protagonist, is a common outcome in these stories.


    Mitsuke walked to the desk, always followed by looks of dreamers and dreamers (His charm also affected the female audience is what is known as a Bishoujo). To the surprise of many, she stopped next to Satoshi, who did not know how to react to the reunion. Let''s thank the protagonist is a passive, and Mitsuki a cold beauty, because if not we would be dealing with the scene of: "Ah, it''s you!". We are too generic, let''s not add fuel to the fire.


    The dragon girl whispered something in her ear. Satoshi''s hair stood on end. I paled. The rest, whose limited perception and blinded by envy prevented them from hearing a fraction of the murmur, clenched their teeth with fury and jealousy. Sure Akira is wondering how a nobody like Satoshi got Mitsuki''s attention and he did not. It is so easy to read.


    Mitsuki took a seat. Satoshi was thoughtful. I played the role of a selfless braggart of the world. I heard Yamazaki laugh.


    " What happens now?!" I asked him with false anger.


    "You''re sweating a lot, boss, you''d say you saw a ghost"


    " Stop saying stupid things!"


    I did not see a ghost. I heard something worse. What kind of heroine is whispering those disturbing comments? "Why do not you still kill yourself?" He almost gave Satoshi''s crybaby a heart attack. That woman is a demon.


    Class finished, the bell indicated lunch time. As always I waited for the extras to leave before leaving. Yamazaki accompanied me and we met a small group of my minions in the corridor.


    There are those who prefer to have lunch in the dining room, some in the patio, others in the living room, there are also the little pieces of snow that eat on the roof. No matter the scenario, they are all a free buffet for guys like me.


    "Hey, come here!" I shouted at a short boy, with glasses and mushroom hair. He shuddered when he heard me, looked at me, looked to the sides and then pointed to himself. Obvious that it is with you "What do you bring in that lunch?"


    He looked at the container between his hands with watery eyes. He spread me the food like a mother sacrificing her firstborn to an ancient deity. I took him by the arm and pulled him close to me, I made him see my grimace of rising anger.


    "I''ll take it off anyway, but if you do not resist it''s less fun"


    I hit him on the arm and snatched my lunch. He whimpered away from my sight. The extras are so pathetic. I turned triumphantly towards my band to ask:


    "They got yours?"


    They lifted their stolen containers with a triumph choir (We each have a mountain of those at home). Yamazaki was no exception, he is taciturn but he is still of ours. I could cook my own food, but I have a bad reputation to maintain.


    Being a recurring villain is a difficult task. The next few days I have to start my plans. But first it is necessary for Mitsuki to establish his position in school. I may even make good friends with Satoshi. It does not matter if the heroine hates him at the beginning, over time they will strengthen their ties and their love will surpass the rest of normal couples. It''s what they have to be the main stars of the story.


    We meet in the backyard to eat. It makes a warm sun and it feels great to enjoy the fresh air. Other bands grouped in the surroundings, five in total, two for each year of study (Except for the second year, where I do not let the competition flourish). The bands maintain a prudent distance from the rest. No one wants to start a war ... Or maybe they do. I''m sure that if one of those fools had the strength to defeat me or my subordinates, they would fight for the crown of crime.


    Many people hate me, but without me school would be no man''s land. An aquarium full of sharks looking to be the biggest fish. The disciplinary committee would never sleep because of too many problems. For something they and the professors tolerate me, they recognize that a great predator is needed to keep medium predators calm.


    A noisy crowd left the central building, all following the eyes of hearts to one person. Mitsuki continued his indifferent walk from the swarm of stalkers who accompanied him. The fools said: "Ryuuga-san, do you want to have lunch with me?", "Ryuuga-san, I have a game on Friday, I want you to be ...", "Ryuuga-san, I can give you a tour of the school". And the fools said: "Ryuuga-san, what conditioner do you use? You have beautiful hair "," Ryuuga-san, which sport do you like? "," Can I tell you Ryuuga-chan ...? " It is the punishment of being popular.


    But the situation can always get worse.


    "Ryuuga-chan, be my girlfriend!" Miura threw herself from the second floor to the dragon girl, arms open, lips of octopus. She pulled away with a quick twist and let the slug crash into the crowd of admirers. Unfortunately I doubt that something broke.


    Mitsuke quickened his pace to escape the crowd. But I repeat, you can always get worse.


    "So you''re the new girl?" Said the leader of a handful of Gals, facing Mitsuki with a sly grimace. The name of the leader is Ima. They are one of the third-year bands, composed of well-proportioned dark-haired students, with dyed hair, and a taste for fashion that borders on the psychotic. Famous for removing virginities to the most "cute" kids in school. Satoshi being an herbivore with an innocent appearance as a child, would be a natural prey for these beasts. But this story as far as I know is not a Hentai or an Ecchi comedy, so he is safe.


    Nothing changed in the face of the dragon girl, but her eyes became colder than the north pole. The Gals never noticed it, arrogance prevents them from seeing. They are not rivals for Mitsuki and she knows it. Come on, give us a good debut.


    "Why are you looking at us so fixedly? Did not your parents teach you to be educated with your superiors?"


    Mitsuki remained silent. The extras kept the margin, moving nervously. They are afraid that the new idol will end up hurt. But the terror towards the Gals prevents them from acting or even to warn a professor. Other students joined the public.


    "A rough welcome for the new one," Yamazaki commented, "Stop pretending, I''m sure you already noticed that Mitsuki is a special case.


    I''d rather keep quiet and enjoy the predictable show, but I have to play my part.


    "In this school dominates the law of the jungle" I said without taking my eyes off the front. "The strong eat the weak, Ima is not guilty of anything, just follow the natural cycle of things, if the new one ends up hurt it will be their fault for not lowering their head in front of someone superior"


    "Do not be so sure" interrupted another person.


    Akira arrived suddenly. He has a smile of "Look at me, I''m smart" that asks for a blow with despair. It''s the first time in a long time that he speaks to me. Mitsuki''s crush did upset him.


    "What do you mean, Minagawa?" I asked with annoyed face.


    Akira reached for his glasses and pushed them against his nose.


    "Just watch"


    I already know what''s going to happen! Stop making yourself interesting, you fucking idiot!


    To everyone''s surprise, a student stepped forward. Like a knight who protects his princess from a dragon, Miura interposed between Ima and Mitsuki.


    "If you touch my girlfriend I swear I''ll squeeze your breasts until-!"


    The slug flew out of a slap and slammed into the wall. The level of danger of Ima compared with that of Miura is like facing a bear against a pig.


    Mitsuki remained indifferent even after the defeat of his "savior". That unwavering calm made Ima frown, she hates that they despise her authority.


    "Are you mute? Answer me!" The Gal extended her hand to the heroine''s shoulder. Mitsuki followed Ima''s hand with his eyes. When he touched his uniform it was the permission the dragon needed to wake up.


    The following happened in less than three seconds: Mitsuki took Ima''s wrist with both hands, turned and used the impulse to lift her in an arc movement, crashing her to the ground.


    The Gals fell silent. The other students too. I pretended to lose the words.


    Mitsuki looked at the fashion delinquents.


    "Who is next?"


    The Gals did not move. It could have been the murderous tone, or the icy eyes, or the fact that she dispatched her boss with a movement. No matter the reason, the point is that they felt real fear.


    "Take it to him" Mitsuki pointed at the disoriented Ima with his thumb.


    The criminals charged their leader. As soon as the Gals disappeared in the next corner, the students exclaimed a chorus of praises.


    "Ryuuga-san defeated Ima!"


    "Ryuuga-san is so cool!"


    "Hurray for Ryuuga-san!"


    "Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!"


    The only serious among all the joy was Mitsuki herself. But his admirers continued to celebrate in his honor without paying attention to the girl''s indifference.


    "I told you so" Akira spoke with a smile and left.


    One of these days I''ll choke you with your own glasses.