Chapter 3- Kimiko
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After running into that gorgeous but creepy dude, I couldn’t help but to keep my guard up. I’m still confused as to why I reacted the way I did to him. It took everything in me not to fight him. The way my blood boiled beneath my skin was entirely too weird for me not to take notice. My hackles have been up ever since. I’ve never felt so tense in my life. Who is he? Why did he seem so damn familiar? I was just about to text my mom when Caelie's shrill squeal interrupted my thoughts.
“Hey, what hell did you wicked bitches do to my locker?!” Caelie screamed. The inside was decorated with whip cream, chocolate syrup, and bottles of upturned perfume that reeked.
Laila and her posse laughed. It was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard, and with my already frayed nerves I wasn’t having it.
“Laila, you’ll be sparring with me as an example today.” I said with a tone of finality and the glare to match. This will be the perfect opportunity to blow off steam.
“Says who?” she retorted indignantly.
“Says me, the teacher's assistant, and class graduate, not to mention black belt in this practice.” I hissed through my teeth.
“My parents will not allow this!!” she screeched.
“What? Too scared because mommy and daddy can’t buy your way out of this class, and you actually have to prove that you’re action as well as all talk?” I provoked her. “Just because you got money honey doesn’t mean everyone wants it. I’d be more concerned about where it’s been before I’d ever touch it.”
Caelie choked and Ryan snickered. It seems the whole class was holding in laughter. I was so sick of this girl’s entitled behavior. So, I’d make an example out of her today. Yeah, she may be the 2nd best in the class, but there’s no way Laila could beat me unless she played dirty, and the girl showed signs of doing just that.
“Just don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you.” Laila crowed.
“Challenge accepted, bitch.” I said with a evil smirk on my face. I walked away to get dressed before the argument could continue.
I didn’t have any reason to worry. My body was way too trained to fail me where Laila was concerned. I decided to put on the jeweled cuffs and headband my mother gave me. I took my staff out and twirled it effortlessly. Today I chose my more tight fitting gym suit. For a warrior, I was on the voluptuous side of toned. I had no doubt this came from my mother’s side of the family. I trained hard to keep my figure in check. I was equal parts muscular and voluptuous. I gave a flat belly and the natural hourglass figure, with toned arms, a way too generous amount of breasts, thighs, and ass. Along with my abnormally colored cerulean blue eyes, black & white hair, and flawless toasted toffee colored skin I’d say I am almost every guy’s fantasy girl….if I was actually interested in a relationship that is.
Not long after I got dressed in my gym suit, which was black thigh cut work out leggings and a tight fitting v-cut under armor shirt, and my solid black Nike shoes, the gym bell rang. I schooled my features into a serene calm that was the exact opposite of how I felt. So, even though I’m not the dramatic sort, I felt like making an entrance. I reached up and let loose my hair from my lazy bun. It cascaded to my waist in silky smooth waves. I know how I must have looked because Caelie's and Ryan’s jaws dropped in the bleachers for the other students taking their Finals in gym class.
I took my usual spot by the gym teacher and Jiu Jitsu instructor. Just as the gym teacher was about to start the class, two new boys walked in. Their eyes directly landed on me. They both froze as if they recognized me. The tallest of the two leaned down to the other and whispered something. He took out his phone and started texting and promptly put it away. They both smiled, albeit uneasily. The gym instructor paused, and then smiled broadly. He introduced them loudly.
“Class, this is Daisuke and Akira Kawashima. They’re foreign exchange students. Please feel free to tell us a bit about yourselves.”
The tallest stood, “ I am Akira Kawashima. I am 21 years old. I enjoy cooking, reading, writing, and of course, different forms of defensive as well as offensive combat.” He eyes me as he said that last sentence. The boy had jet black hair, slightly tan skin, was built as if he worked out a lot. He carried himself with an air of superiority that I didn’t fail to noticed intimidated the other students. The second boy look a lot like him, just much leaner and fairer skinned.
“My name is Daisuke Kawashima. I enjoy offensive combat, but I am skilled in both as well. I enjoy nature, reading, music, and working out.” He sat down after his introduction. The gym teacher smiled broadly.
“Well, I’d like to introduce our instructor as well as his assistant instructor Aruto Nasha and Kimiko Ashikaga, the top student and black belt in my Jiu Jitsu class this year.”
As he finished introductions, my mind wandered to where the 3rd person of their party was currently. Would he be like them or different? The instructor chose then to call my name.
“Aruto Sensei, you called me?” I placed my hand left hand to my right fist and bowed deeply.
“Have you chosen your sparring partner to show the class what’s expected for Finals?”
“I have, Sensei, and I have chosen Laila Praelini to be the one I spar with today.”
The class erupted into gasps and murmurs. The instructor eyed me amusedly. Everyone was shocked by my pick in an opponent. Especially given her status at the college. I have no doubts that this will be front page gossip by the time we leave class today.
“Alright then, Laila, would you step on the mat please?” the instructor asked.
She huffed and made her way down the bleachers. Her head held high as if she owned the place. The new boys eyes me curiously, obviously interested in how well I would do against the girl I chose as my opponent.
The instructor nodded to me once we were in place. Laila and I turned to face the class. As soon as they all went silent I spoke.
“Today is Finals ladies and gentlemen. Meaning there will be a time placed on the scoreboard located to my right.” I pointed with my right hand. “Today you will show me, Aruto Sensei, and our gym teacher what you've learned. You will show us what you believe makes a warrior. For 4 minutes you will show me how you defend yourself. After the timer goes off, you will be graded on your performance. Then, you will show me your offensive skills for 4 minutes. After the timer goes off you will be graded.” I pinned the class with my gaze. “ALL grades are FINAL.” I put emphasis on the 1st and last words gazing intently at Laila’s posse who sneered at me as my gaze landed on them. I smirked, causing their eyes to widen in fear.
“And with that, students, let’s begin.”
Aruto Sensei boomed.
I laid my staff by my feet, and faced Laila as we bowed left hand to right fist.
Aruto Sensei boomed, “BEGIN!!”
And the fight commenced.
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