chapter 5 (survival of the fittest)

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Tamil wiped the blood from his mouth and grinned. "Interesting," he said.

David smirked back. "Surprised, huh?"

Tamil lunged at him with a fist, but David deflected it with a swift kick to his hand. Tamil didn't waste a second and circled behind David, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the wall.

Without hesitation Tamil punched on David's face so hard that The impact made a loud crack and left a dent in the concrete. Tamil hand was stained with David's blood, but he didn't care. He aimed for another punch, but David slid down and dodged his blow.

Tamil cursed under his breath. He thought to himself, "If it were anyone else, they would have been knocked out by now. But this guy is still standing and fighting back. What is he made of? I have to act fast, he's behind me and I'm exposed."

David saw his chance and kicked Tamil in the abdomen, too fast for Tamil to avoid. Tamil crossed his arms over his stomach, hoping to lessen the pain. The kick was powerful enough to make him gasp, but he didn't let it show on his face. He kept his face cool and taunted him.

"How does my punch taste, David?" he asked.

David wiped the blood from his face and sneered. "Do you call that a punch? I thought you were just dusting me off."

Tamil snarled. "Then don't be shy to have some more."

He swung his leg at David, but David caught it and pulled him closer. Their faces were inches apart. David said, "Gotcha!". Tamil reacted quickly and slammed his head against David's. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he fought this formidable opponent. He had never met anyone who could match his strength and skill.

David felt a shock in his skull, but he didn't flinch. He admired Tamils agility and technique. David shook off the head butt and mocked him. "You can't hurt an ant with that dash." He kicked Tamil in the ribs and punched him to the ground with his left hand.

Tamil's friends rushed to help him, but Tamil got up and waved them off. He said, "Don't interfere. This is between me and him."

He thought, "This is what I call a fight. A worthy opponent. A challenge. I usually get bored of fighting, because I always win too easily. That's why I use my friends to pick on random people. But this guy is different. He's making me feel alive again. He's making me respect him."

Tamil spat blood and glared at David. "You are really a pain in the ass," he said.

David smiled and said, "I'm so Honoured."

He approached Tamil, but Tamil grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground with a thud. Blood splashed around them. David got up quickly, but Tamil surprised him with a kick. David crossed his crossed his elbow and blocked it.

Tamil said, "This is getting fun."

He unleashed a barrage of jabs at David, increasing his speed and strength. David thought, "Damn, his punches are getting stronger. If I keep blocking like this, he'll sure break my arm. I need to find an opening soon. I really underestimated him."

Tamil's friends watched in awe as the two fighters exchanged blows. They had never seen such a fierce battle.

Tamil's fists rained down on David, who barely managed to keep his guard up. Tamil saw an opening and threw a hook punch, hoping to break David's defence. But David was quick and agile. He dodged the punch and landed a kick on Tamil's chin, sending him flying back. Tamil stumbled, but regained his balance. He didn't fall.

David was impressed. "Quick reaction and amazing rebound. Just who are you, monster?" he asked.

Tamil removed his shirt, revealing his muscular body. He smiled wickedly. "I'm not going to hold back anymore. Let the true fun begin," he said in an excited tone.

David cracked his bones and grinned. "Show me what you are capable of," he challenged.

Jack's voice interrupted them. "Guyssss!!! The principal is on the way. The security complained about the fight."

Shyam panicked. "Sh*t, everyone run from this place. Tamil, do you want me to say it separately for you?"

Tamil put one arm on his head and sighed. "Ah! Just now, I have begun to fight. You are good, David, but we will settle this some other day."

David nodded. "I will be waiting for that day. You are good too."

Both gentlemen showed respect for each other and moved from that bloody place.

{The below ones are should be read by Tamils perspective}

I came back to my home, only to find my mom waiting for me at the door. She was wearing a traditional Japanese dress, looking like a graceful flower. But her expression was anything but gentle.

"You are supposed to be home by 5:00 pm, but now it's 6:30 pm. Can you please explain yourself, Mr.?" she asked me, her voice stern and cold.

I tried to act innocent and smile. "You know what, mom?" I asked. "What?" she replied. "Well, umm..." I hesitated. "I was playing football, mom." I lied.

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really? Interesting!" she said sarcastically. "Lie!" she shouted, and pinched me hard. She dragged me into the house, while I cried out in pain.

No matter how tough I act outside, I always respect my mom, and I'm also afraid of her. She's the only person who can make me feel like a child.

She noticed that my shirt had blood stains, and she saw my wounds. She gasped.

"What! What is this, Tamil? Who did you fight with today? Oh my god, look! There is so much blood!" she started to cry, which really broke my heart. "Mom, please, it's just a normal wound. I swear, I didn't fight with anyone. I just met with an accident while driving a motorcycle with Shyam." I lied again.

She glared at me. "You guys don't have the proper age for that. Never drive a motorcycle again without my permission, okay?" she shouted, her eyes filled with tears. "Yeah, mom, I got it." I said, with a sad voice.

She hugged me and said, "Do you know how hard your father works for us? He never takes a rest; he always works for our family." She said.

I clenched my teeth. "Pchh!" I hit my forehead. "Don't you please stop talking about him in an angry tone? He never cares about our family; he says that he is always busy at work! What a liar he is, and even if it is true, why do we need so much money? Is money more important to him than our family? Listen, mom, we are living in our own house! And if I'm studying at the costliest school in the entire country and we aren't poor, then why the heck is he working 24/7? Do you still don't get it, mom? He is definitely cheating on you!" I yelled.

She slapped me on the face so hard that I could hear the echo of that slap. "You go fight anyone, get hit by a truck, or else just die! But not one more time you talk bad about my husband," she said, in an angry tone. She said dinner was on the table; I could eat it or just starve to death. And she left.

Things weren't always like this. We used to live as a happy family. My father used to train me in martial arts when I was younger. We used to spend a lot of time together, but ever since my 8th grade, my father says he is always busy at work, which I don't believe. I started to hate him as much as I loved him.

There was a day in my life that changed everything. A day that made me see my father in a different light. A day that I never want to talk about with anyone. I don't mind that my mom slapped me; she had the right to do so. But what hurts me is that she trusts that liar blindly.

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I ate my dinner and went to sleep.

The next morning

As usual, I woke up and got ready for my class. School is the place that keeps me happy all the time. As I entered the class, my friends were surrounding a guy, so I moved them to check who it was. After seeing me, my friends cleared the path. At last, it was David! He got transferred from class D to class A, where I'm currently in.

[David is a striking figure who attracts attention wherever he goes. His hair is dark and tousled, giving him a casual and rebellious look. His eyes are a deep red, like glowing embers, that can intimidate or mesmerize anyone who meets his gaze. His jawline is sharp and defined, adding to his masculine charm. His body is muscular and fit, showing off his strength and agility. He is a handsome and cool guy who knows how to make an impression.]

David waved at me and greeted me. "Wassup, man?" he asked me.

I heard a roar behind me. It was Axel, and he looked furious. He said, "I'm going to kill you now!" and charged at David.

[Axel was always ready for a fight. He walked with a swagger, his blond hair spiked up like a porcupine. He always uses to wear silver chain around his neck. He glared at everyone with a scowl, as if daring them to challenge him. His voice was loud and harsh, and he often cursed and spat. He had a short temper and a quick fist, and he didn't care who he hurt or why. He enjoyed the thrill of violence, the rush of adrenaline, and the taste of blood. He hated authority, rules, and anyone who tried to stop him. He was a rebel, a troublemaker. He was Axel, and he was feared by many.]

Leo followed him, ready to punch David with his gigantic hands.

[Leo towered over most people, his muscular frame a testament to his strength and endurance. His skin was pale, almost sickly, contrasting with his dark hair and eyes. His face and body were marred by scars, some old and faded, some fresh and angry. They were the marks of his violent past, of the battles he had fought and survived against ruthless gangsters. He is never looked or acted like a high schooler rather he looked like a matured adult. He had joined with Tamil who recognized his potential and rewarded his loyalty. He had no scruples, no morals, no conscience. He followed the money, wherever it led him, and he enjoyed the thrill of doing illegal stuff. He was not a high schooler, he was a hardened criminal].

I stepped in and stopped them. "What's the matter with you?" I asked Leo. "Are you protecting our enemy, Tamil?" he asked me.

"Enemy, lol. Since when did I become an enemy for you guys? Look, I just want a lot of friends'. said David.

"Why did you fight Tamil?" Shyam asked David, with a suspicious face. David shrugged. "Come on, guys. In my previous school, everyone was talking about Tamil from convent school. So I wanted to test the myth. Guess it's not a granny tale," he said.

Ajay said, "Do you think we will accept you as our friend?"

[Ajay was an average-height man with a slim and athletic build. His brown skin contrasted with his light-coloured eyes, giving him a striking appearance. He was a devout Orthodox Hindu who valued his faith and respected others' beliefs. He was smart and wise, always ready to offer advice or help to those in need. However, he had a temper that flared up when someone insulted his family or friends. He would not tolerate any disrespect or harm to the people he loved. He was loyal, passionate, and fierce.]

David said, "It's up to Tamil. I'm going to offer him to shake my hand. If he doesn't shake hands with me, I'm going to end this, quit this school, and move on. But if he does, we are all going to be friends forever, okay?"

He said that and extended his hand to me. I looked at his hand and hesitated. Am I really going to be friends with someone who just fought with me? What is his intention? Why does he want to be a friend of mine? His identity is a mystery. We don't know his background. But he did give me fun during the fight, and I always like challenges. If he were by my side, I would face a lot of challenges, and it would be fun to have him. Also, I like strong people. At that moment, I realized something. I'm going to create a new era for us. I confidently shook his hand.

"Welcome to convent, my friend," I said. David smiled, and I introduced him to all my friends.

Ajay rolled his eyes and said you are going to regret this one Tamil I want you to reconsider this one!

He means no harm Ajay! I said with a smiling face

[Few hours later during the lunch hour]

David ran towards me with a shy and blushy face and said, "I want to show you something."

I asked, "What? What is that?"

David pulled my hand and took me with him. My friends Stared on us with confused looks.

David led me to the office room, his hand gripping mine. He peeked inside the cabin and turned to me with a smile and a blush. "What's in there?" I asked, curious. "You'll see," he said, his voice low and mysterious. He pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter.

I stepped inside and looked around. It was a typical office, with a desk, a chair, which was occupied by a middle aged couple but they seemed like they were familiar to me and there was a computer, and some shelves. "I don't get it," I said to David. "What's so special about this place?" He rolled his eyes and pointed to the corner. "Look again," he said. I followed his finger and gasped. There was a girl sitting on a couch, reading a book. She had long black hair and delicate features. She was wearing a white dress and a pearl necklace. She looked like a princess. Was she Mr. Hiroshi's daughter? I had never seen her this close before. She was beautiful. I felt a pang of jealousy and admiration. David nudged me and winked. "She's the surprise," he said. "I wanted you to meet her." I stared at him, confused. Why did he want me to meet her? What was going on?

She was a vision of beauty that took my breath away. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, framing her delicate face with grace. Her eyes were the most captivating feature of all. They were large and expressive, shining with a light that seemed to come from within. They drew me in with their intensity, making me feel like I was the only person in the world. She gazed at me with confidence and curiosity, melting my heart with her warmth. Her beauty was not just skin-deep. She radiated a sense of poise and self-assurance that made her even more attractive. She had a presence that commanded attention, a charm that enchanted everyone. She was a goddess among mortals, and I was under her spell.

She tilted her head and smiled at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What's with that look?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing. I felt a surge of heat in my face, and I quickly looked away. She had caught me staring at her, mesmerized by her beauty. She was stunning, with her long black hair, her expressive eyes, and her graceful features. She had a presence that drew me in, a charm that captivated me I was speechless, tongue-tied, and flustered. I felt David tug on my hand. I shook my head and I snapped out of my trance, hoping he hadn't noticed my reaction. I felt awkward and embarrassed, but also strangely exhilarated. She had bewitched me, and I couldn't get her out of my mind.

"God, she just hypnotized me," I thought. And dragged David's hand away from that place.

To be continued...

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