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 cliché, 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).

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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.