Akira and the Incubus: Spring fever

It was the beginning of Spring, the season when love starts to stir in the hearts of horny teenagers. Love came in various forms, whether it be love between childhood friends, forbidden love, incestuous love – or whatever twisted form of love the Japanese come up with – love was everywhere and people found that it was most easily expressed during Spring. Perhaps this is what people meant by 'spring fever'…

Ahhh-CHOOO!

However, to those unlucky ones whose allergies blossomed beautifully during this season, Spring was their worst nightmare.

"Fuck." Akira took out a used tissue and started rubbing his nose with it. No matter how many clean tissues he brought with him to school, there was no end to his hayfever. Some say that Spring was their favourite season but Akira hated it with a raging passion.

"Akira?" Keisuke tilted his head to get a better view of his friend's face which was hidden behind those large grey bangs of his. "Are you sure you're alright? We can go to the infirmary if you're feeling sick."

"I'm fine," he sternly replied, "it's just my allergies acting up. And besides, if we went down now they'd catch us skipping classes."

"Oh, right. Sorry."

Skipping classes to go to the roof had become a tradition since the beginning of the semester. It wasn't that they didn't like their subjects or anything, but their homeroom teacher was a real asshole. It was as if he arrived to school every morning with a stick shoved up his ass. Admittedly, though he was quite knowledgeable, he treated everyone else like trash and ridiculed the whole class whenever he got the chance to… which was often. It was no wonder half the class skipped school whenever he was their teacher for the day.

Ahhh-CHOOOO!

"Fucking cows!" Akira wiped his nose once again, peering enviously at his friend. "Why am I the only one who has to put up with this bullshit? Damnit, I should've just stayed home."

"But our attendance rate is dangerously low right now. We should probably go to our next class."

Akira groaned before standing up. Keisuke followed suit but he went for the exit door whilst his friend went the opposite direction. "Where are you going? Aren't we heading back to class?" When he didn't get a reply, he quickly scurried to where Akira was standing – on the edge of the roof. There was something unsettling about Akira's expression when he gazed down from where they were. Sure, there was a fence which prevented anyone from falling but… "Hey…you're not thinking about what I think you're thinking about…right?"

"What?"

"You still have a whole life ahead of you!"

"What the fuck? …I'm not going to jump off. Who do you think I am?"

"N-no, I didn't mean that. Well I did b-but…" his sudden stumble for words caused him to look away, embarrassed. "Are you angry?"

"Never mind about that. Look over there." Akira gestured with his head towards the direction he was looking at. Keisuke approached the fence and looked down below but he didn't find anything remotely interesting to look at. Oh, except for that shiny, black limousine parked in front of the school.

"Whoa, look at the size of that car! Why is it here? Is there a famous person here? Gackt?"

Ugh. Keisuke you fan boy.

"The owner of the limo's probably rich. He's most likely a prick though."

"What if it's a girl?"

"A whore. With more plastic on her face than a gundam model." Akira, having lost interest already, turned around and headed for the exit.

"Oh, are we going to go see them?"

"See who?"

"The celebrity…?" Akira turned to face him momentarily and shrugged. To Keisuke, who was used to his friend's stone-cold attitude, the shrug meant a yes. Usually.

"I don't care. Whatever you want."

"Don't you want to go see as well?"

"No. I need to go back down to take a piss." Before Keisuke could say another word, Akira had already opened the door and left him behind.

The hallway was empty, and it was quiet enough for Akira and Keisuke to hear the voice of their teacher – who was stationed in the classroom at the other end of the hall – and from the tone of his voice, it was obvious that someone tried to pull the stick out of his ass but only succeeded in pushing it deeper inside the dark recesses of – yeah.

"You dumbasses think you're all high and mighty but you're only going to be failures when you graduate with shitty grades such as yours. And don't get me started about some of you lecherous youngsters – always trying to get into each others pants nowadays. Well, guess what? In my class I want none of that bullshit. Now take a chastity belt and siddown!"

Poor bastards… should've just stayed home.

Akira decided to take a detour to prevent getting caught. He really didn't want to see his teacher. One look of his crooked buck teeth and unorthodox hair would send anyone running. When he walked down the stairs however, Keisuke stopped him midway and pointed. "Look Akira! It must be him." The grey-head merely looked up with nonchalance. "Wow, he looks rich!"

"He looks like a fag."

The man was easily distinguishable because of his ridiculous attire. He was wearing a white tuxedo and covered himself with a mauve-coloured fluffy fox – oh, no wait. It was a scarf. His blonde hair sprouted from his head like a frayed broom, and if that wasn't enough to make fun of, he also sported a funny-looking mask. He was either going to a masquerade or a fashion show – in which case, he would lose if he competed.

Coincidentally the tycoon turned his head and met eyes with Akira's. An unnerving feeling crawled along his spine when the man's gaze bore into his.

He's looking at me as if I murdered his dog or something.

At first glance, the man didn't seem all that threatening because he looked like a poof but the glare he gave Akira was deadly. Maybe it was hate at first sight. Maybe he was jealous of Akira's dashing good looks but there was without doubt hostility behind those eyes of his. Thankfully, Keisuke broke the tension before anything could get out of hand.

"Are you lost mister? You don't work here right?"

The stranger blinked a few times as if he was recovering from a trance and averted his gaze towards the brunette. He acted as if he was a completely different person when he spoke to Keisuke. "Oho, yes you are most certainly correct. I am currently lost and require the help of some diligent, hard-working students."

Did I just subconsciously roll my eyes? Huh.

"I'll help you!" Keisuke replied without hesitation. Akira had no idea why his friend was so eager to help this loon. Maybe he thought he could get some kind of merit from helping a rich guy. Regardless, Akira wasn't interested so he started to walk away but the masked man stopped him.

"Oh, oh wait! Wait I say! You there, the grey-haired one!" There was something about the blonde's voice that made it sound as if he ate a clown who was trying to imitate a dying cat. "You look like an interesting fella! Perhaps you can help me with my slight dilemma?"

Akira glanced at Keisuke from the corner of his eye and he could see clearly that the masked-man's dismissive attitude towards the brunette hurt him. "Nah, just ask this guy here. I have to go take a piss."

"But you look like a more reliable man!"

"Eh?" Keisuke frowned but even he couldn't help but agree to the fact that Akira was more reliable than he was.

"…Fine. What do you want?"

"Oh, impatient are we? What about introductions first? Don't you want to know the identity of this fine-looking man?" The masked man stood reverently and waited for someone to praise him. Too bad Akira didn't care who the guy was so he attempted to walk off once more but inevitably was interrupted again. "Wait, wait! Alright, alright. Where can I find the teacher, Motomi?"

"Motomi? I don't know. Why?"

"Why, we used to be best friends! And I wanted to give him a greeting before I return to my humble mansion."

"Yeah…well go ask for him at the front office. Come on Keisuke. Let's head back to class."

"A-Akira, class is the other w-"

"Shut up and walk." I don't want to be near this nut case any longer. Akira walked as fast as he could and turned the corner, out of the masked man's sights. He didn't dare look back lest the man was following them but he was pretty sure he wasn't. At last he slowed down so that Keisuke could catch up with him.

"H-hey, wasn't that kinda rude?"

"What, him or me?"

"Err, never mind." There was a moment's pause before he spoke again. "Y'know, Akira. The man looked as if he knew you. Are you not telling me something? You don't have to be embarrassed to be related to such a wealthy guy."

"Why, jealous? He's my uncle."

"What? R-really?"

"No."

"…Oh, haha…"

That wasn't really meant to be funny but whatever. "I don't know who he is but I have a hunch that he knows who I am. For all I know, maybe he is my uncle. But if that were the case I think I'd rather go die in a ditch."

"He didn't seem all that bad…"

"…Are you fucking blind? He looked like a circus reject.

"But he's rich!" The brunette's eyes seemed to sparkle as he said that. Maybe Keisuke was shallower than he thought.

"Anyway, my bladder's gonna explode if I don't go now. Laters."

"W-wait, I'm coming with you!"

"Oh, hey Arbitro. I wasn't expecting you so soon." Motomi left his files on his desk and stood up, fixing his tie as he did. He grabbed the cigarette packet inside the drawer and weaved his way through the teacher's lounge towards his visitor.

"I can't believe you still smoke! It's no wonder your skin is so dark and dry." The two of them proceeded to walk out the hall and into the school yard where nobody could see them. "You should quit while you still can before you get lung cancer and die."

"Says the person who runs a drug syndicate." Motomi took out a lighter from his pocket and started to light the cigarette when he arrived outside. "So how's life? Got anymore of those nude statues you love?"

"Don't call them nude statues! They are works of art!" Arbitro shook his head fervently and scowled. "I am not here to talk about that! How's the plan coming along? Did you get the book yet?"

Motomi glanced at him casually before taking another puff of his cancer stick. "Man, it's always all business with you and no rainbows and puppies. You know I wouldn't have agreed to help you out if it wasn't for the fact that we used to be colleagues."

"Yes, yes but what about the fact that the people's lives are at stake if we do not act now! Do you have the book!"

"I do."

"Then hurry up and hand it over!" Motomi reached into his pockets and pulled out a small black book. It was tattered and clearly worn out. The pages were wrinkled and looked like they'd been pissed on. He was about to hand it over to the eccentric man but he pulled away at the last second. "What do you think you're doing?"

"How do I know you're telling the truth? …Are you sure the boy's possessed?"

"Do you truly doubt my ability? Don't you feel the same vibe when you see him?"

"Well, I can feel something but I'm not sure about entrusting you with this book. Though…I guess it's better to be safe than sorry so if you say the boy's possessed..." Motomi handed the little book to him. "I swear if you're having me on then-"

"No, no! Trust me on this! I know what I'm doing!"

"Alright. I'm going back inside then. I still have to finish writing up some tests." The unshaven man dropped the cigarette and extinguished it with his foot. "I'll see you later."

"Yes, farewell." After he was sure Motomi went back inside, Arbitro scampered off quickly and returned to his limousine which was waiting for him outside the school gates. He was clutching the little book tightly in his hands as if it was a sacred bible. The front door of the car opened and a well-dressed man with silver-white hair came out. His eyes were covered with a black cloth and he uttered no words. He bowed once to his master before opening the door and letting him inside the car. "Kau, drive me back to the mansion. I need to prepare for the ritual immediately."

A/N: Wrote this in one setting. I've always wanted to write an incubus-based story so what better series to use than Togainu? Anyway, I still have exams so until I get the time and motivation to write again, I shall. Thanks for supporting my other TnC fics btw guys. And yes, I'll be continuing them somehow…

Bonus points for those who know Akira's and Keisuke's teacher's name. And I'll hand out cyber cookies for those who know where 'take a chastity belt and siddown' comes from.

Oh yeah, and tell me what you guys think of the anime. It was a little disappointing for me but hey, don't let me influence your views =)