New Student (Open to all)

[Oki Shirobara]

Oki's first day in Sicily High started like any first day for a foreign-exchange student. He was introduced to his classmates, and was briefed about what they were doing in the past day or so. He was certainly in all of Denahi's classes, but he was more interested in clubs or groups of markmanship (namely Archery). However, he ate alone on the roof during lunch because he knew that he would only be swamped by numerous school-girls and not get a chance to have some time to himself. Yes, he liked the attention, but he needed to be away from "the paparazzi" and "the fangirls." It was also during this alone time that he liked to clean his gun, a long barreled modern pistol, by disassembling it and cleaning the individual parts. Keeping out of trouble was Oki's purest intention, he was enrolled by Vongola Decimo, Tsunayoshi Sawada after all. Once his pistol was cleaned and dried, he reassembled and reloaded it and mounted it back into the holdster. Oki still had some time left, so he decided to get some homework done (as simple as it may be).

[Fredo Giannine]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] “Fredo, guess what man!?” “What do you want?!” “TIME FOR SCHOOL” “Fuck you.” The usual morning around his place. School wasn’t his favorite thing ever, or better yet it was like ranked top 20 things he hated the most. He disliked that he knew a more than most students in some subjects and knew very little in the rest. Fredo was also excused from history class, because of the fact it usual set him on rage of memories the stormed on in his head. Fredo like always was the last person up and out of bed in the morning, in his household. But yet again he was sleepless for the most part, being able to sleep once the sun peeked in over the terra. His hate of his past and will of finding his brother has kept him going. But something was there, always stitching him back together every now and then. In the back of his mind he knew it was his “brother” Lucio but he denied it all the time. Fredo always walks down the stairs turning to his left taking another set of stairs, eating some toast, bagel or nothing before going down to the underground parking lot. Unlike everyone else he had his own section under it preserved just for him since he was a boy; it was a very large garage maybe the size of average minimall. And inside laid his dozens of motorbikes. Taking out is smoke boys he pulled a large stick of nicotine wrapped in paper and lit it, taking a large puff before sending smoke rings out. His uniform laid underneath the thick black leather, and his back pack slouched over his shoulder when he stepped onto the two wheel vehicle. He jammed the key in turning it and starting it, letting it start before he drove off in it towards the school. He went on to the school soon enough to work on the school shit that he cursed down to the fiery inferno of hell. But again Fredo only did it to get information and become starter. The student body populated of females and males was highly active. The boys though, most had no future with girls as they hit on the bad boys such as Fredo, the main. Of course he didn’t care for them much though. He would have to have a new threat ever hour just to bewitch them. Fredo soon enough finished his classes and gave a nasty threat before he got some peace. His feet clicked up against the stone steps as he went up onto the roof; the only place he could smoke without being nagged. He started to smoke before freezing slightly noticing Oki from not too long ago. The tinted cheeks came to be as he growled at himself knowing his cheeks burned. He needed something to bitch about, his eyes wandered. He caught sight of the boys gun cleaning it in public how retarded was he. “Are you stupid?! Cleaning it in public and like, not even legally allowed having one to begin with.”

[/color] he bitched and nagged but blush was still there.
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[Oki Shirobara]

Oki looked at Fredo rather nonchalantly and didn’t seem to care at all. “I really don’t care if it’s illegal. I am a Hitman, and if you want to be a snitch, be my guest and go tell the principle or whatever.” Oki replied blandly, mainly because he didn’t like being told what to do. “Anyway, I’m Oki Shirobara, and yours?” Oki introduced and asked very informally, but that didn’t matter much to him. Like Fredo, Oki was just another badboy of the school that did whatever he wanted. Oki just stood up, and noticed that Fredo’s cheeks were looking warm; yet he thought little of it at first.

Oki sighed to himself in order to become calm again. All the same, he received a pinkish hue in his cheek from being blushed at by some random upperclassman. Then again, he could have passed by him in the hallways before. He kept himself from displaying any specific emotion because he didn’t want to make himself look inferior to this tough guy that could probably beat him up. All the while, Oki stood his ground while he waited for the guy to do whatever he was going to do next.

To state the obvious, things have just started to get a little awkward for his liking. Oki definitely thought that this guy was quite masculine. What he needed to know was a reason for the guy blushing in Oki’s presence. However, he would rather not ask him at this time because he was still wary about the people of this school that weren’t a member of Vongola. “So, did you come up here to smoke or just to be alone?” Oki asked the guy calmly, trying to ignore the blush that was on his face and actually starting to irritate him a little.

[Fredo Giannine]

[style=font-family: impact; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #000000; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-right: -100px; opacity: 0.8;]all of you can go on and g.t.f.o[/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] The boys voice, rather soft and sweet but again, not to femine kind of like a soft male. Fredos eyes searched the boy, following down from his white lock of silky hair and then down his uniform and body. His face was obviously flushed with red, which was unusual for him. Around attractive males he usually harassed them but he hadn’t done it to this boy yet. The boy was surely picture perfect besides being idiotic. Cleaning his gun in public was a very stupid thing to do now a days, especially when you arnt legally allowed to own one. Fredo shook his head violently around to get his eyes off of scanning the boy’s body. Not only that but did he just hear mafia. His eyes went serious before getting up close to the boy, almost touching him. The darkened eyes stared down at him. Fredo looked into the boys eyes, his blushed diminished into the now peachy cheeks. Te larger hands traveled down the boys arm slowly before grabbing the gun. “Kids shouldn’t be playing with guns, especially in public, Vongola brat!”

[/color] the lips smacked and the words like a crack of lightning hitting a tree. Fredos hand went and slide the gun into the back of his pants grinning.

Fredos hand moved up to the boy’s hair moving the white threads out of his way. The hair slowly being tucked behind the boys ears, as he looked at the boy with a smug grin. His arms went down to the boys waist wrapping around him as his hands were placed on the boys buttox giving a gentle squeeze. “ I only came to see you, sexy.”[/color] He had a cocky look on his face but he knew I might not turn out good, but if he was lucky hed get a kiss out of it.
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[Oki Shirobara]

At first, Oki was angry that the guy took his gun from him, but all of that quickly left his mind and his face got hotter as Fredo flirted with him more. To be honest, he thought that this person was perfect in his own appearance and how he was treating Oki. He was also afraid that he wouldn’t be able to resist this guy at all. In Oki’s mind, he had all the right moves and knew how to play them. Even though he wasn’t, he felt fragile in this guy’s arms. It was like Oki to feel like this single person could crush his world in an instant, but that was how he felt.

His words made Oki’s pulse raise quickly, and his mind raced. “W-well, you’re really sexy yourself...and you do it so well...” Oki said quietly feeling a lot like what people back home would call an uke, but he just couldn’t help it at all. What he really wanted to do was just to kiss this man. In fact, Oki put all of his passion into this one kiss; almost as if he were transfer a part of himself to this guy. Oki couldn’t hold it back and it felt just as right as others might think it wrong.

Certainly, this person was lucky to have pushed all the right buttons in the right order. Surely, this was a spectacle to behold, and in public too. After the kiss, he went speechless and he didn’t know if he would be able to confess in words how he felt. Oki also believed that his actions spoke louder that his words, and delivered the true message as it were. Oki just hoped that he would understand and interpret how he felt. However, he feared that the guy would just toss him away like trash.

[Fredo Giannine]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;] Fredo let his eyes look down the boy. Was he just hit on back!? He couldn’t believe this, no not at all. No person ever hits on him back at all. Fredo almost grumbled before he tapped his feet. The shading on his face went a deep red before he turned his face away. “Say what you want! It doesn’t flatter me!”

[/color] Of course Fredo trying to be tough when he currently wasn’t was so obvious. He was sometimes easy to read like right now, his bright blush and the turn of his head. Fredo averted his eyes to the sky making sure not to look at the boy.

He had to think for a moment, a Vongola brat? Why did he have to flirt with such a being of sin and beauty. His face was painted with the anger and dawn. Soon enough he felt tender lips press against his. He blushed brightly as the feeling was soft, and smooth. The boys lips were pressed tightly sending a small lustful temptation through him. What was he doing kissing a Vongola brat!? He hated Vongola ever since that one brat made fun of him for something that he held so far away from others, even Lucio. Fredo broke away from the boy blushing brightly. He was stunned, frozen to the concrete as his mind tried to calculate what just happened.

Fredo quickly shook his head shoving the boy off him. What has he done? He betrayed Lucio, the thought had come to him as he had kissed the boy. Fredo started to have a mental break down while losing it from embarrassment. He took the gun out and slammed it onto the ground making a angry grunt before he walked over to the vent and started beating it. Hit feet left large deep dents in it as the blades ripped the sides apart. “Fuck it all to hell. Fuck it, fuck it.”[/color] he growled obviously feeling trapped and like he was deprived of being happy.
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[Oki Shirobara]

Oki was knocked down from Fredo’s shove. ”I’ll just let you be then...” Oki said quietly as he picked up his gun, and put it away. He really didn’t want to make anything worse for the situation. However, he feared that he had a crush on Fredo. Oki knew that it was very very wrong, but the danger of it excited him. Despite all of that, he was heading for the door which had lead him to the roof. He was soon lost in his own thoughts, and didn’t realize that he was steadily walking on his way to his next class.

It was nothing special, just gym class. Today they had to play tennis which seemed too easy for him since he was one of the fastest runners in his entire class. Still, he was being slightly bothered by his own actions and didn’t understand himself. Oki was sure that he got some looks from a few male peers, but it was only normal when you went through puberty. In fact, puberty always brings about a lot of hormonal responses to a lot of different situations. Ultimately, he decided that he would completely attempt to forget about the kiss and try to leave Fredo alone.

After class, he had the rest of the day off and decided to get some weight-training in. Oki expected that only the jocks would be the only ones around, if there was anyone in there besides him. Not that it mattered much to him, but he wasn’t trying to impress anyone. At this point, he really didn’t know who he would find inside. Oki was taking a risk going to the weight room alone, especially when he was the new kid in school. Anyway, he pulled the door open and saw what was inside the weight room.