Yukio’s Adventures – Part 1

*This is a fairly long story. There is a good deal of character development and such as I plan to write multiple chapters if requested. It will all depend one how you, the reader react. If I am asked for more I will do so. This is a work of fiction. The main character, Yukio, is 16 years old when the story begins. She and her family just moved to the United States, from Japan, during the summer and she has commenced school. I do hope you enjoy this work. Feedback is appreciated and welcomed. Thank you.

Yukio’s Adventures – Part 1

I was learning to like living in the U.S.A. Any reservations I had were simply a result of my discomfort because of cultural differences where I had to reason out what was happening in a given situation and try to determine a best course of action. Some of the situations don’t require thought, you just go with instinct.

The first day of school was difficult for a number of reasons. I was starting in my Sophmore Year. Everyone in my class already knew each other, had their circles of friends, and knew their way around. Thanks to my appearance I was not mistaken for a Freshman, so that was a relief.

I am Japanese. I’m 16 years old, 5′ tall, and weigh 105 lbs. I have my hair long, to the small of my back, and it is a deep black colour. My eyes are brown and large. I have what is think is a cute butt. My best feature are my full B cup breasts that look very big on me. I have long nipples, they are one centimetre long. I am fit from swimming. I have also been told that I have a lovely voice.

That day I was wearing a purple purple v-neck t-shirt, a black belt, jeans that fit snugly, and black flats. I had a manicure the day before and my hair was down and straight.

My mother drove me to school. I was admonished to be good and given what is pretty much a universal lecture. Be good, be careful, listen to your teachers, don’t get in trouble and call her if I have any problems.

I got out of the car at the front on the school and putting my bag over my shoulder took a deep breath and looked around. My new school was quite large and I saw that it had a big stadium. The biggest I had ever seen at a High School. I reasoned out that made sense because that was where the football team would play and I had already been told how seriously that was taken in this State. I had been told to report to the Main Office on my arrival so I walked toward the entrance.

I noticed lots of other students milling around in groups chatting. I also noticed that I was in the serious minority here. The vast majority of the students were Caucasian. I had not spotted another Asian at that point. I looked very calm as I walked, but inside I was nervous.

As a passed by a group of older guys I saw one hit another on his arm and gesture with his head toward me. They didn’t say anything as I passed but they had stopped talking and were watching me. I could see in the reflection of the front door that they started talking again in hush and hurried tones and one guy was being shoved at and his friends were telling him to go after me. The guy seemed reluctant.

I opened the door and had made about four steps inside when I sensed someone coming up close to me. I stopped and turned to face the person and it was the older boy from outside. He stopped dead and looked at me.

He smiled and said “Hey, your new here.”

I nodded and said “Yes.” and continued to look at him.

After a couple of seconds he held out his hand and said “Hi, I’m Keith.”

I shook his hand and said “I’m Yukio. It is nice to meet you.”

His smile got bigger and he said “So your from Japan?”

I nodded and he asked how long I had been in the States and I told him only a few weeks.

Watching him I could see he was clearly nervous. He was smiling but everything else said he was nervous. Keith was 6′ tall, probably about 180lbs, and was wearing jeans and a black Nike golf shirt. I looked at his shoes and he was wearing black and white Nike cross trainers. He had short brown hair that had waves to it.

When I looked back at his eyes he was looking right at my cleavage. His eyes snapped back up and I could tell he knew I saw that. I was not offended as I had been checking him out as well. He did have a nice build, probably washboard abs and his biceps were stretching the sleeves of his shirt.

I broke the silence with “Do you play football?” His head jerked back a bit and he started to laugh.

“God, did someone tell you someone about football players?” he asked.

I replied “No, you just look like you might play. I’m sorry, I do not mean to offend. I just understood that most players were big like you.”

He smiled and said “Well I’m not offended at all. I do actually play, QB1”

I said “Forgive me, but I do not understand. What is a QB1?”

He smiled broadly and said “That’s a Quarterback. The starter.” He looked very happy.

I smiled and said “Oh. I am sorry, but why I don’t know much about American Football, I actually know what a Quarterback is. Only position I know other than Kicker actually.”

Keith laughed and said “Well I think I will have to teach you all about football.”

I remembered what my father had said about football being important around here and told Keith “I would like that” smiling at him. He look almost comfortable now.

“Oh hey, its a first day for you and I bet your supposed to go to the office because there is no way on earth your a Freshman.” He said.

I smiled and said “I am a Sophmore and yes I do need to go there.”

Keith smiled and told me to follow him. I walked with him and made it to the office pretty quick. Keith wished me luck and told me if I wanted to on lunch to look for him in the cafeteria. I smiled and said I would if I was able.

Once inside the office I met the receptionist who had me wait for the Vice Principal and a Guidance Counsellor. I did not understand as I had already met then with my parents. They came in and I received the same lecture my Mother had given me, but they stated they didn’t think I would be a problem.

I left there. Well aware that looking at a map is a really bad idea, only Freshman do that, I had memorized how to reach my classes. I noticed I was getting a lot of looks from guys and some not so friendly looks from a few girls.

I had Geography in first period. I walked into the classroom and looked around. It was a pretty typical room. Not all the desks were filled yet, except at the back. I chose an empty desk near the centre and middle of the room and sat down quietly.

I was settling in looking in my bag when a male voice said “Well, your must be new because I would remember you.” I looked up and saw a guy wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans looking down at me standing next to my desk. He had the air of “Wanna be Stud” and the look on his face was a leer directed at me.

I said “Yes, I am new at this school.”

He leaned down and held out his hand. He was leaning over me and said “I’m Jake beautiful. Whats your name?”

I looked at the hand and back up at him and said “Yukio.”. Nothing about this guy made me feel good. He was muscular in a street thug way, his demeanour was pure sleaze and his eyes said he thought I was on the menu.

He took my hand and held onto it. He said “I’m really happy to meet you. I think we could get along really well.” His meaning was clear.

“I don’t think I understand what you mean.” I said.

He leaned in and whispered “You look delicious and I love eating Chinese… food”.

I pulled my hand away and leaned back and said “Then call and order take out. I’m not Chinese, I’m Japanese.” I said it in a very cold way. He laughed and said “It’s all good, either way I will want to eat more a half hour later.” I glared at him and he said “You’re a cool one, but you gonna warm up to the Jake.” He smirked and walked away to the back of the room. It was pretty clear he was scum and probably a bully. I had not expected this in a classroom and he almost caused me to loose my composure. At least he didn’t touch me.

The class ended without anything else happening and I left there quickly and started walking to my next class. I was walking down the hall when Jake appeared beside me and got in front of me. I looked at him and said “Excuse me” and went to step by and he blocked me. I tried to go around a second time and he blocked me again and stepped forward. I backed up and had my back against a locker. He leaned in and said “Let me help you to class.” and put a hand on my shoulder.

I told him “I don’t want your help. Get your hand off of me now.”

Jake laughed and said “Everyone needs a helping hand now and then.”

He disgusted me and was looming over me. I looked around and saw that while people were passing by and looking at us no one was coming to help me. I did see looks of concern mixed with fear. So he is a thug and likes to cause fear in others I concluded. I didn’t see any teachers anywhere.

“Get your hand off of me now.” I said and glared at him.

He just smiled and said “Feisty little kitten aren’t you.”

I slid my right hand up slowly in a friendly manner over his hand, which was on my left shoulder. As I did this I said “There are people around and they are watching. I don’t like that.” in a very soft voice.

He smiled, the fool, and said “I can take you someplace there are no people”.

When my hand reached his I said “I don’t see that happening.” I quickly gripped his hand taking control of his thumb and the back of his hand. I dropped my book bag and freed up my left hand at the same instant as I shifted quickly left. Both hands were now on his left hand. I had full control of his hand as I kept moving left and to his rear. I fully extended his arm and spun myself to the right, putting my back to him in a fast circle lowering my centre and his fully extended arm at the same time I dragged him with my spin.

The result was that with his left arm fully extended, and the speed of the spin, he ended up being spun around and landing face down on the floor with his legs sprawled. I jammed a foot into the base of his neck with my heel on the floor and cranked the arm and bent his wrist. He screamed out and between his scream and the sudden movement everyone in the hall stopped.

I said “I told you Jake, to take your hand off me. You would not listen. This is simple. If you ever put your hand on me again I own that hand and will not give it back.” I said this as I kept pressure on him. He was groaning and I said “Do you understand?”

He yelled out “Let me go you crazy bitch!”

I cranked harder and said “That is not what I asked you Jake. I asked if you understand.”

He was in pain. It would not cause permanent injury, but he would have a sore arm and shoulder for a few days. He yelled out “Yeah I get it. Get off me.”

I said “Apologize.. NOW”

He replied “I’m sorry.”

I said “Louder”

He replied “I’m sorry!”

About twenty people were watching this and laughing. I could hear comments like “Holy shit” and “You go girl” and “You losing your touch there Jake?”

I released his arm as two teachers ran up. They yelled at everyone to get to class. The look on their faces said it all. Jake was on the floor holding his wrist and was trying to get up. I was standing there over him looking calm.

“What happened here?” the teacher asked me.

I looked at Jake and said “Some guys don’t know what excuse me and get your hands off of me means.”

The teacher looked at Jake and they escorted us to the office.

Upon arrival the Vice Principal, Mr Craig saw Jake and said “It’s the first day and already you grace us with your presence.” Mr. Craig then looked at me and said “Is everything okay Yukio? What can I do for you?”

The one teacher cleared his throat and told him what happened.

Mr. Craig looked at me stunned and then at Jake. He then told me to go into his office.

I informed Mr. Craig of why I did what I did. I didn’t lie or hide anything. In short, I got a lecture about violence in the school. I declined having Police involved. I explained to my mother what had happened and she was fine with that. She felt I had done what I needed to but warned me to not fall into my old ways. I was a bit of a fighter at home. I was usually defending others which is why I rarely got in trouble.

I completely missed second period, which was science. That was regrettable because that’s one of my favourite subjects.

I walked out of the office. Apparently Jake was going to be expelled. Seems he had a history for fighting and other conduct. He had been allowed to return this year on some sort of academic and conduct probation. He blew that his first day.

I walked to the cafeteria and when I walked in everyone was looking at me and then launching into fast conversation. I guess the rumour mill is as fast here as it is in Japan. I casually wondered if this was going to make Youtube. I got a juice, I was not hungry. I was standing there shaking the juice when Keith came up.

“Hell of a first day. So is it true? You totally kicked the crap out of Jake Foster?”

I smiled and said “I did not kick the crap out of him, just made him apologize.”

Keith laughed and invited me to join him and his friends.

We walked over and I noticed the group all sitting at the same table and I was introduced to each.

Hillary: Really pretty girl, cheerleader, slim figure with large C cup breasts she clearly liked to show off. She is 5’7” tall and had a really beautiful face and bright green eyes. She had expensive clothes and seemed nice.

Marcus: Slender guy, 5’10”,swimmers body, light brown hair, blue eyes and the most perfect teeth I have ever seen. He was dressed normally by I noticed he had an Omega watch. You could tell by his tight shirt that he had a serious body. I liked his smile.

Tonya: Tall, blonde, built, with a sparkling smile and large firm breasts. She was wearing a skirt and her legs were toned and tanned. Her blue eyes were welcoming and her makeup and hair were flawless. Also a cheerleader which made sense.

Greg: 6’1”, 220lbs, really fit based on the tight shirt and muscular. He played football and a “Running Back” and seemed friendly. His blonde hair and blue eyes gave him a look like he belonged at the beach.

Michael: 6’4” tall, he looked like a cross between a football player and a cowboy. He was the biggest of the group and had tanned skin and large muscles. He stood to shake my hand towering over me, He looked like he could throw a Volvo. His legs were like tree trunks and I thought he must be a football player. It turned out later I was wrong, his parents were ranchers and he worked for his muscles as he put it. He had shirt dark brown hair, soft green eyes, and a really gentle smile. His hands were huge and they were working hands.

Christine: A fiery redhead who was thrilled by what I did. She was 5’5”, had long curly red hair in a ponytail and could only be described as perky. She has a trim body and more energy than anyone should. Like she chases coffee with Redbull.

I joined them and of course got the incident with Jake out of the way. We chatted and they were all really nice. I noticed that Michael was kind of quiet and had a hard time making eye contact. It was cute and to be honest flattering because I just sensed he was a gentle giant and had a good heart.

Keith asked what my next class was and when I said “English” Hillary said “Hey we have Mr. Anderson together!” We all split up, Hillary taking me with her to our class.

As we were walking I think every person made sure they did not block her. Lost of guys said hi to her, and she would return some greetings.

When we were rounding the corner I collided head on with a guy. He was not much bigger than me and landed on his back. I was lucky and only fell against a locker.

His books were scattered and I looked down at him. He was sitting on his butt looking up at me. Hillary yelled at him to watch where he was going and called him a jerk.

He started stammering a reply and got up as fast as he could. Someone walked by and kicked his books. I went and helped pick them up and handed them to him. He was wearing a Star Wars T-shirt and cargo pants. He had shaggy hair that was not styled well despite being short and a manner about him that screamed “Geek”. He was about 5’6” tall and slim.

When I handed him his books and asked “Are you alright?”

He said “Yeah, sorry” in a very quiet voice.

I told him I was okay and not to worry.

Hillary said “Can we go?” kind of impatiently.

I smiled at him and went with her. He seemed harmless and kindness costs nothing but has great value as my father would say.

I asked her who that was and Hillary said “I went to Middle School with him. That’s Spencer and he is a total geek. Wait a Sec.” She stopped me and turned me to face her grabbing my arm.

“Why did you ask that?” she asked searchingly.

“I was curious, I knocked him down and was wondering who he was.”

She looked at me and said “First, he banged into you. Second he is a geek. Third, you are new here and need to realize that getting friendly with a guy like him will make your life hell. He is not popular, a social blunderer and oh my God what the hell is with that hair?”

I started laughing at her and said “Thank you for clearing that up for me.