Kika Harakuäs story chapter one

Kika Haraku just moved to Japan and falls in love with a guy named Taraku who is dating Darleen therefore dragging the three of them into a love triangle and he has to chose before it's too late.

Chapter one: dangerous

The loud buss of my alarm clock rang in my ear, I pressed the off button then sat up straight in my bed rubbing my eyes as a yawn escapes my lips. Today is the seventh of September, the first day of school here in Tokyo "goody goody the day I’ll officially be a freshman". I stretch before hopping out of my comfy twin bed, I pull my straight messy shoulder length jet black hair in a ponytail then slip into my uniform which is a white button up and a plaid mini skirt that barely covers my butt considering I got my uniform in a size too small.

"Have a good day at school today" Yakama called from the kitchen, she's my foster mom and has been for about ten years now. She’s about five foot five, she has wavy caramel hair with strawberry highlights and bangs, her hair is in a stakbob, her eyes are a charming shade of light blue, her skin is pale, her figure is flawless and slender, her lips are very thin not to mention her smile is blinding to anyone viewing it.

"Ok Yakama, I will" I call back carelessly, it's not her fault I despise school so I’m nice to her, not just today but every day because she's the nicest foster mom I’ve ever had that I can remember of anyway. I put on my grey thigh high socks and black boots with buckles I got for Christmas last year, after I grab my things I slide on my skateboard and race off to school.

"The school looks new" I note when I arrive "this lovely white two story building lavished with the rays of the suns light and filled with lively students, it looks old timey at the same time but ah well". I turn to my left to see a group of seven outrageously beautiful girls and the middle one sticks out to me the most, she has hazel skin, jade green eyes, and long wavy royal blue hair that falls past her breasts. She’s five foot four or at least that's how tall she looks, she smiles at me but something about that grin is off and extremely cold... hostile would actually be a better word.

"Hey loser" the girl sneered rudely, I fold my arms across my skin picking up the vibe that she's not the most friendly person to hang out with or attempt to befriend "you must have got that uniform from a graveyard Goth girl, either that or you're trying to pose as a wanna be s**t".

Her posy giggles as she did then they all saunter away "I wonder who the heck that middle girl and her posy is".

"Darlene is the middle girl, the one to her left is Megan and the one to her right is Denise" a soft voice whispers from behind me, I spin around on my heels to see who" the girl next to Megan is Jasmine, the one next to her is Hannah, the girl beside Denise is Cendrol, the one beside her is Casey".

"I’m Kika Haraku" I introduce myself sluggishly; I curl my fingers around the blackstrap of my shoulder bag on my left side pressing my lips together.

"I'm Rachel Harington" she smiles politely as her eyes shut hiding behind her eye lids for a second "i came here from California about a year ago what about you, I mean your name sounds Japanese but I doubt you were actually born here".

"I just recently moved here from Pittsburg" I confess as we walk to the gym" i came here a weeks ago, now I have a new house, a new school and have to make new friends which I would've had to do even if I hadn't moved because I’m a freshman".

"So am I" Rachel sings with the excitement ringing in her voice "maybe if we're lucky we'll have some of the same classes".

"I hope so" I muttered" I have a feeling we're going to be the best of friends in the future, you know". Rachel is tall with long straight violet hair, gorgeous purple eyes, skins as pale as mine, a slim waist with an hour glass shape and her look is just completely flawless and I envy her in a way for that, as for me my eyes are so dark they look black and my bangs touches my the tip of my eyes. Rachel and I both have gym first period, a tall chubby, bald, green eyed teacher introduced himself as "coach Victor" when we got there and took a seat in the bleachers next to each other.

the coach has us dress in long grey tee shirts down past our thighs and loose gym shorts, then he makes us run four laps and sit on the bleachers afterward so we can catch our breaths "this class will be divided into sections based on which sport you choose.

Who wants to sign up for basketball" mostly guys raised their hands; I didn't because I’m more of a cheerleader or gymnast type. "who wants to sign up for volleyball “coach Vick asks, a majority of girls raise their hands this time so scribbling down the number of students on his clipboard he looks up yet again "gymnastics".

His beard is a bit too long, both Rachel and I lift our hands smirking at each other clearly amused that we are both signing up for the same thing when we didn't even discuss this.

"Well the sign-up sheets are going around and depending which you sign up for determines what class you're in" coach Vick mumbled grumpily, handing all the people who raised their hands for basketball the clipboard.

Rachel turned to face me running her fingers through her hair "gymnastics, I love it and that's the reason when I graduate I plan to be a professional gymnast".

"Never gonna happen" Darlene sneers, wrinkling her nose in response to Rachel confessing what she want to do in life, this girl is pissing me off so much I can just about get detention for knock the mess out of her for being such as b***h "you'll be a professional klutz instead".

her and her posy giggle before sitting in another seat on the other side of the gym I take Rachel's arm shaking my head at them "you can do it, I’ll be here to do it with you".

couch Vick hands the girls the clipboard and takes back the one for basketball from the guys, after five minutes of waiting he hands us the clipboard for gymnastics which we sign up for then pass around for the others who said they would sign up for it.

 

Since Rachel is borrowing my skateboard i walk home, the clouds are grey as they loom above my head. "Great" I mutter to myself "it's going to rain, i love the rain and cold weather just not when I’m walking home and am going to get soaked to the point where my bra will be exposed".

wind blows my hair in my face as I slowly saunter home retracing the steps I took this morning so I don't get lost like I have a feeling I might, the icy air around me doesn't bother me like it would most people, in fact I quite enjoy it.

here I am at the place where I have to cross the street, I sigh and holding my head down I realize my dad Rami isn't coming home today - my foster dad - Yakama called me at lunch to tell me that, i just didn't want to believe her, I begin to cross the street gradually.

It starts to sprinkle as I let out a deep breath more like a distressed sigh from my day at school today which wasn't all bad, I mean i did make a new friend so that's an upside.

A deafening honking sound startles me so much that I jerk my head up looking in the direction the sound came from, a motorcycle is honking their horn at me, my body is frozen and I can't look away when the headlights come closer and grow brighter.

My heart gallops in my chest and my head is spinning, I am going to die right here and right now, a boy lunged at me, and he carried me to the sidewalk then pulled back so he can see my face "are you crazy, that motorcycle was speeding at you, if I weren’t there you would've been dead".

"You saved me" I breathed when I glance at him I felt dazed as I struggle to catch my breath "you're the one who saved me".

"Big deal" he sneers, he's tall, pale, he has gorgeous dark brown eyes that almost look black, broad shoulders, straight jet black hair shoulder length hair pulled back neatly in a ponytail, a matching stubble. He’s wearing a plain brown tee shirt, a black leather jacket, ripped black skinny jeans, and checkered black and white vans.

"What’s your name" I ask as he sets me to my feet, I familiarize myself with his flawless features and notice that he's gorgeous, not that I will ever be able to ignore that.

"My name is... " he glances down at me as the rain begins to come down harder "Taraku Hiama". He holds out a helmet tome as he slides on his lime green motorcycle, I put on the helmet and hop on behind him locking my arms around his waist, I rest my chin on his shoulder taking in the warmth of his skin.

we arrive at my baby blue house thirty minutes later, I take the cherry red helmet off springing off his motorcycle carefully landing on my porch luckily on my feet instead of my butt. "by the way" I toss him his helmet he lent to me, he catches I tone handedly and puts it on his own head buckling it up "my name is Kika Haraku".

"I guess I’ll see you at school, girl" Taraku snorted before driving off into the pouring rain, I lean against the front door nibbling on my bottom lip as I watch him disappear into the evening light. I knock on the door, once Yakama lets me in I take a quick shower then dress for a nap.

"Taraku" I whisper when I throw myself on my bed with a smirk dancing across my lips and excitement being injected into me just by the sound of his name running through my mind like a movie before my eyes "I’ll see you later".

 

I sit down next to Yakama at the dinner table after I finish all my homework "I can't wait for school tomorrow I made a friend and her name is Rachel she's a gymnast from California".

"that's wonderful Kika" Yakama smiles as she nibbles a bite out of her Japanese mii - rice-covered in soy sauce, I take a sip of the orange juice she brought with her running my free hand through my hair unable to stop thinking about Taraku and his charm that dazed me when he saved me from getting run over.

"She’s really nice" I add crossing my legs "and the queen bee of the school is Darlene, she's gorgeous on the outside but ugly on the inside, she made fun of my uniform and she even tried to discourage Rachel for wanting to be a gymnast when she graduates".

"a trashy girl like that attracts trashy people" Yakama mumbles with her mouth full, I giggle in response feeling better for not being qualified to fit into her click "and the wrong type of attention, like you said you have Rachel to be your friend, she'll stand up for you if she's a true friend and you'll do the same for her am I right".

"yes mom" I nod taking another sip of my orange juice, once I finish my meal and wash the dishes I make my way upstairs to my room and throw myself on the bed landing on my stomach, I kick my legs up and press my lips together. My violet Samsung gravity begins vibrating so I answer it and notice Rachel is calling me "hey what's up".

"not much I was just wondering if you could give me a ride to school tomorrow" Rachel mutters softly into her end of the receiver so I can almost barely hear her but luckily I caught everything she said" my car broke down, that's why I had to borrow your skateboard".

"Of course" I nod with a crocked smile making its way across my face, I nibble on my bottom lip as the warm room temperature air seeps in deeper to my skin "we are friends after all".