(Fuyuhiko X Reader) The Shitty Dancer And A Baby Part 2

🖤💙(Fuyuhiko x Reader) The Shitty Dancer and a Baby💙🖤 Part 2

💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy

💛 = Lemon

💙 = Sad

❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)

💜 = Fluff

💔 = Heartbreak (rare)

🖤 = Normal

WARNINGS: Mentions of illegal activities, Fuyuhiko is in this chapter with no cap, mention of potential child trafficking, panic attack, alludes to abuse.

Part 1

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"Young master, that was very reckless and you should not have attacked Gundham-"

"She shouldn't have called me 'your highness' and 'baby' before! And how was I supposed to know that she would be so upset about me attacking Gundham? Also, why the fuck did she just start crying?! Nothing she did adds up, Peko, so how could I have predicted any of this shit?!"

Peko sighed to herself, probably tired of my yelling. I was maybe the one wrong here, to a degree, but I wasn't going to admit that.

"I have some observations that may help explain all of these recent events. To begin, if you listened to what (Y/N) was saying while we were fighting, at some point it did not seem like she was talking towards you anymore. From what I can tell, you reminded her of something, or someone, from her past. She was also very protective of Gundham, despite only having know him for a semester and half, even saying, "You can't hurt him anymore," despite you never having got the chance to touch him,"

This was fucking annoying. Who knew just sitting somewhere new during free period would turn into this shit show? This girl confused me and seeing how she was in tears when we left, I felt a bit. . . "bad" for making her remember her past since I know all to well about that. It made my throat unintentionally dry just thinking about the fear her face wore, like she wasn't seeing Peko or hearing me anymore, but someone who's hurt her. . .

"Uh, that all? Anything else you notice?" Hearing Peko's analysis made me curious about a few things.

"Well, there was something else that was bugging me when I heard it and I was going to question it until we were told to leave. I'm sure you noticed part of it, but Gundham seemed awfully worried about (Y/N), even going so far as to call her by her actual name rather than the titles he calls people by compared to their "power level". Also, he called her "Knight" which seems to be a fairly high ranking to him. I deduce that they know each other more than they let on and have maybe been through something together."

Damn, I didn't notice any of that shit. I was too busy watching the fight and yelling back obscenities to (Y/N). All I knew is she was upset about what I did, that maybe I was wrong for doing, and tried to attack me. Jeez, now I felt confused! Damn these shitty feelings! Letting out an angered growl, I closed my eyes to think about everything Peko just said. 'Been through something together? It did seem like she was fighting someone. Maybe she used to be a part of a gang or illegal fight ring? She does have a unique fighting style, she was able to disarm Peko. Gundham probably knows about it.'

"Wait, what's (Y/N)'s last name?"

Peko paused walking and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I. . . do not know, to be honest. I just realized I have never found out that information until you brought it up. She has always introduced herself as just "(Y/N)", even the teachers only call her by her first name."

'Interesting. Unknown last name?'

"Lets search her up when we get home. I want to know what's so scary that she drops to the floor like a pile of bricks, and why she seemingly doesn't have a last name. It could be useful."

Peko didn't say anything but nodded as I grinned to myself and picked back up walking towards the front gate, carrying that black hat.

~☆~

The moment we got home, I went straight to my office with Peko so we could get started. She sat at my desk and I pulled up a chair to read over her shoulder as she searched.

"I shall first bring up her school profile. It should at least show her last name," Nodding, I watched as Peko hacked into the school's private server and sifted through the student profiles. After going through our upper classmen, we finally got to our class and found (Y/N)'s profile. 'There's no fucking last name?!'

"What the fuck? Where's her last name? How could the school not know when they seem to know every other goddamn thing about us?!"

This was getting frustrating already.

"She could have requested to have that information withheld, and the headmaster would have done it with a viable enough reason. You know how he is and how he likes to make sure his students are safe and comfortable," I rolled my eyes.

"Well that doesn't sound shady as hell at all! Let's search her name through our servers, see if it pops up anywhere," With that instruction, Peko nodded and started typing away furiously on the keyboard. Knowing this might take a little, I sat back in my chair and thought about this now mysterious girl: (Y/N).

'The only other person I've heard of as being on par with Peko is Mukuro Ikusaba from class 78, the Ultimate Soldier. She was also just as mysterious until one her fellow classmates, Kyoko Kirigiri, dug up her information. Does that mean (Y/N) is better than them both, or just that she just has a different skill set that works efficiently on the defense or against armed attacks? Maybe (Y/N) was also part of that group that Ikusaba was a few years ago, the Wolves? Combat dancing. . . I should look into that too.' Before I could ponder anything else, Peko's stern voice brought me back to reality.

"Young master, I believe I have found something that may be of interest to you," At hearing this, I quickly leaned in to look at the article on the screen. It was posted on a yami ichi (Japanese black market) forum for a well know illegal fighting ring. The heading read, "Real Life Korean Tengu Fights Against the Best Fighters Underground. . . And Wins!".

"Real life Tengu? Isn't a Tengu a type of yokai (a japanese spirit) that fights against bad people?" 'I thought they were just myths.'

"Close. They are said to only fight people who they deem as badly behaved souls and send them to faraway places. They are only myths, though, so Tengu must be a stage name for the person in the picture," Now that she mentioned it, there was a picture of a young looking female in all black, Korean style clothing with a red dog mask covering her face.

"Korean clothing? Does that mean this person is from an immigrant from Korea?"

"Or they wear dance clothes ordered from Korea." This lit up a lightbulb for me.

"(Y/N) was wearing Korean style dance clothes. Does that mean she's this so called Tengu just because of her clothing choices?"

Peko stayed quiet for a moment while she read the rest of the article. I studied the picture further, noticing a bulky figure behind the winning female. He seemed to be holding her by the shoulder as he smiled leeringly at the prize money she was holding.

'Who is that-?'

"According to the article, this "Tengu" fighter said this statement: "I shall rid the world of all that is evil. On behalf of the ones who cannot protect themselves, I shall send these fiends to the faraway place of hell where I know the justice is served as hot as the fires that will damn their souls". She fought for 2 years under the supervision of her father, defeating the top fighters of the underground, before they both disappeared from the rings."

"Reminds me of that serial killer, Sparkle Justice, or some shit, that Sonia did a presentation over a while back. But more so, it sounds an awful like how Gundham talks, wouldn't you say? It would make sense if he knew about this part of her past since they seem close, right? He did yell something about "not letting her past poison her future" earlier," Once again, silence answered my questions and speculations.

"If you put together what we've learned about the Tengu fighter that disappeared after only 2 years of fighting despite being the champion, and the behavior displayed by (Y/N) today. . . I feel there might be a connection. I will do further research for confirmation and more details, so why don't you get some rest?" Although hesitant, I knew Peko would insist to stay to do this since she seemed to want to solve this mystery we've stumbled upon. Reluctantly, I just nodded and started walking back to my room.

"Fine, but don't stay up too late and if you get too tired to go back to your room, use my spare futon in the closet."

"Yes, thank you, young master,"

I grumbled at the title as I walked back to my room. Stupid thoughts swirled around in my mind as I walked down the hall in the orange, dying rays of the sun.

'Why is she so interesting? Damn bitch has me scrambling around for clues! I'm not spending any resources on her! I'll just gonna go up to her and ask her tomorrow!'

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Your POV:

"I'm fine, Gundham, I can handle myself today."

"Your words fall on deaf ears for I know the Knight of Dance, and she too, sometimes, requires protection from evil forces. Not every battle must be fought alone."

"That was yesterday, I can handle myself just fine today. If I see Fuyuhiko then I'll just walk away."

"If I am not mistaken, you attend all but one of your classes with him, correct?" I stay silent.

"Then I guess I'm skipping today with the rebel kids," And with that statement I abruptly changed course from heading to my first hour of Economics to the right towards one of the exits to the courtyard. Gundham stopped and chased after my uncaring form.

"(Y/N), stop attempting to fight your adversaries by yourself! It is not weak to have the help of others from fortnight to fortnight! I am more than dependable now to help you shoulder your burdens!"

His voice was trying to be stern but I could hear the slight desperation edging in towards the ends of his sentence. He was hurt I wasn't letting him help, as usual. I knew he meant well and wanted only to help but I didn't need help. I. . . don't need it.

"But you shouldn't have to. It's my fault I'm in this mess, and I can get myself out. You can focus on yourself, bro," Not wanting to continue this argument, I suddenly darted to the left in a sprint. Quickly making it to the end of the hall and rounding the corner, I almost crashed into a familiar face.

Hearing his gasp of surprise before I about collided with him alerted me, and my left leg shot out to kick myself off of the wall to avoid him. Landing crouched and a hand on the floor to steady myself, I internally groaned as I saw who it was. Just my luck.

"(Y/N)-Sama! Are you okay?" My underclassman, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, took a step towards me in concern before I stood up and let out a sigh. I am all too familiar with this spiky haired boi. Taka and Mondo frequently stopped by my usual practice spots to watch me dance last semester and eventually we kind of grew to be friends. Concerning the blazing Moral Compass, it took the longest time of reassuring, blushing on his part, and 10 too many study sessions (there were about 20 total) to get acquainted enough to convince him to call me by my first name, though he still uses the honorific. He always pressed for my last name but eventually gave up when his fellow underclassman, Mondo Owada, talked to him about it per my request. Mondo and I were cool.

"Uh, yeah, hun. Just heading to class," The tardy bell rang through the halls, making me wince. "Guess I'm now "just heading" to detention now. . ?"

A sigh from him as he straightens up and takes out his pink slip notepad resigns me to my fate.

"It pains me to have to give one of my respected upper class-men, and friends, a detention slip, but no one is above the school rules. Since I do not know if you were running in the hall or just walking fast, I shall omit that,"

He holds out the thin paper, red eyes blazing with authority making me shrink a bit even though I was older and knew that was just how he was. Those same piercing eyes watched me carefully as I took it gingerly and looked to the side under his pinning gaze. His eyebrows furrow.

"Is there something troubling you, (Y/N)-Sama? You seem a bit worn, if I may say. Are you getting enough sleep?" Those questions and his genuine concern made me guilty for having to lie. I didn't want to get my innocent little freshman friend mixed up in anything, though; he obviously had a bright future ahead of him, unlike me.

"Nah, I'm fine, just practiced too much yesterday. Also, I've never been to detention so I'm a bit nervous,"

"Hm, well I suppose you should start managing your time better, which I am happy to help with anytime! Also, since this is your first offense, you only have to spend 30 minutes there! It is in room 2B, and starts 10 minutes after the last bell, do not be late!" And with that, he bowed to me and walked away.

Another tired sigh sounds from me as I decide to just go to class. 'I can ignore Fuyuhiko for 5 hours, right?'

~☆~

'Once again I was fucking wrong.'

It was only second period, Algebra II, and I couldn't focus with that damn Pomeranian's stare on me! I had one earbud in while doing my class work but I could see him out of the corner of my eye on the other side of the room glancing at me frequently. He seemed upset with me still. Why? No one knows why babies do things and this was no different.

Finally, I finished my work and put my head down until the bell rang, and the minute it did I was already out of the door. I could hear people letting out voices of protest to being shoved by someone, and one could only guess who it was. To avoid getting to class early and giving him the chance to talk to me, I purposely went down a few unneeded halls, swerving between students expertly, until I got to my next class right as the bell rang. Fuyuhiko came in a few seconds later, staring me down as he slipped into his seat. I'm already tired.

This unsaid game of tag continued the rest of the day until lunch came around and I had to figure out how to avoid Fuyuhiko for half an hour without moving around the whole time. Then, like a godsend, I heard the solution to my temporary problem: a country accent and the arrogant, high pitched voice that always accompanies it.

It made me smile as I also remembered I had a bag of American gummy worms in my backpack. Hearing Fuyuhiko's voice closing in behind me, I sped through the crowd until I popped up beside the "mother hen" of my class.

"Mahiru! Nice to see you, doll."

My sudden appearance and dull voice startled the addressed girl as she whipped her head towards me.

"Oh, (Y/N)! It's been a while since we've talked, nice to see you too!" She gave me one of her pretty smiles with a head tilt as I just nodded my head back. I could see Hiyoko getting frustrated with me for taking away Mahiru's attention away, and mentally prepared myself for any insults.

"What, you don't wanna see me, cloudy? So mean! " Of course, her nickname was referring to the absent look I wore on my face most of the time, like my head was in the clouds which it usually is. I kept myself from rolling my eyes and instead sighed dramatically.

"Wow, that really hurts, Hiyoko.~ Of course I wanna see my favorite traditional dancer, but what's with the name?~ And here I was gonna give away these American gummy worms by Haribo to someone.~" Pulling the yellow bag from my pocket, I gave an 'oh well' look while swinging them around.

When she saw the bag her eyes widened before reaching over and snatching them away from me. Looking from the bag to me with a newfound attitude made me smile a little.

"Forget what I said a second ago, you're totally nice, cloudy!~ How about you sit with us for lunch?~"

Mahiru let out a nervous laugh at Hiyoko's mood swing but agreed with the suggestion which I happily obliged to. Just as I was about to verbally accept, I felt a small hand grip my arm tightly and yank me back. The sudden and harsh touch made me stiffen, and immediately resist by putting a foot behind me to pull out of the grip that eventually let me go. I already knew who it was before I turned around.

Fuyuhiko's angered little face was screwed up as he stood there glaring at me. I took more steps back, unwillingly becoming scared. At seeing my face, Mahiru and Hiyoko turned around and immediately got upset. Of course, I knew this was going to happen so I let the distaste these 3 had for each other do the talking.

"Hey! What's the big idea with yankin' on (Y/N) like that, Fuyuhiko?! You have no manners!"

"Yeah, you can't just go around pulling on people whenever you like, idiot! I know you're a gangster but have a little bit of human decency!" The two girls attacking him verbally only made him more upset.

"Shut the hell up, you bitches, I need to talk to that fucker!" His harsh voice had me flinching a little into myself but I tried to hide it. 'Fuuuck, this is not how it's supposed to go. Don't let him get to you.' Fuyuhiko took a couple steps towards me but was stopped by Mahiru who stood in between us.

"Not with that attitude! Go away, I'm sure you hurt her anyways, so why would she want to talk to you now?" With her signature hands-on-her-hips gesture, the blonde hot head scoffed and switched his gaze back to mine that was glued to him. I'm sure he saw the fear darting around in my now miniscule irises, and the flighty position I held with one foot behind me in case I had to run. It seemed as if he were about to argue more with Mahiru, or even say something to me, before he stopped himself. His gaze slowly got less hostile and more thoughtful as he scrutinized me with a deepening brow. I looked away, trying to hide anything that I could have given away.

If I was looking at him, I would have seen him twitch his eye in confused annoyance before scoffing walking away.

"Whatever, I don't feel like dealing with these two. I'll find you later, idiot."

With him gone, I finally relaxed and looked up again. Mahiru sighed alongside Hiyoko's groan of disdain. I straightened up again and fixed myself before they could notice anything was overly wrong.

"(Y/N), are you okay? I saw how he jerked you back like the farm animal he is!" My country friend returned back to her natural, motherly tone as she reached towards my slightly bruised arm. Before she could touch me, though, I stepped to the side a bit with a small smile.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all.~ He's pretty weak compared to me.~" At hearing my jab to Fuyuhiko's strength, Hiyoko started a tangent of her own insults as we finally made our way to the lunch room. 'Maybe I should have just stayed with Gundham today. . .'

~☆~

Sorry that this update is shorter than my last ones!~ One, I was busy this past weekend, two, I got to the character limit for a post on Tumblr, Ha, and three, I've been doing some drawing commissions for my friends.~ I'll update the last, juicy part right after this one.~ As usual, take care, dearies.~

(Fuyuhiko X Reader) The Shitty Dancer And A Baby Part 2

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