1 BOOK 1: AKAGE AKAZAWA

"Ugh!" A male student groaned in pain; the impact of his back on the wall echoed around through the halls. He held his bruised ribs in pain; blood trickled from his lips and nose as he stared at his opponent.

Crimson hair with black streaks, red eyes, reptile-like gold slit pupils, white skin, and height of six feet three, his opponent stood before him with a stoic expression.

"You bastard!" The brunette boy cursed as the red hair approached him, backing the brunette to a corner before he paused with satisfaction at the brunette’s fear.

"Worthless. Weak. Losers like you should learn their place." The red hair said as the brunette clenched his fist, attempting to punch the red hair who kicked him down without hesitation as the whispers in the crowded hallway doubled.

A transfer student with blonde hair styled in ringlets, tapped her friend, intrigued by the red hair.

"Who is he?" Midori, the transfer asked as her friend Kuriko frowned.

"Akage Akazawa of 2A. He’s bad news to the whole school. A tyrant, a delinquent with unrivalled strength, high IQ, perfect scores, skips class and always gets into trouble." Kuriko explained with her eyes fixed on the hopeless fight.

"He has quite the reputation, how fascinating. If he is so much trouble, why not expel him?"

"As much as he’s trouble, his reputation doesn't just end in these walls. National and international, his ranking in certain sports is number one, earning the title 'Titan of Sports.’ He has also won so many awards and the school’s popularity increased because of him. The reason we have a lot of transfers and exchange students is because they all want to meet Akage Akazawa. So sadly, they have to tolerate his crap if they still want to be the number one school in Tokyo." Kuriko explained, her ponytail swishing as Midori smiled.

"Wow! Amazing! I think he and I will get along."

"Are you crazy?! Akage Akazawa is a jerk! A loner! Everyone in this school is afraid of him even the principal!"

"But you’re not. My dear Kuriko, you like him!" Midori teased as Kuriko blushed.

"I don't!"

"What the hell are you students doing in the hallways?! Get back to your classes, now!" The mathematics teacher, Mr. Satoo commanded as all the students scattered leaving Akage Akazawa and Shin in the hallway.

Mr. Satoo paused, stared at Akage then Shin who leaned on the wall in pain and sighed in distaste. Akage brushed off dirt on his shirt, mocking Shin that he had not landed a single hit on him.

"Both of you, now, the staff room." Mr. Satoo said calmly, cautious of the highly unpredictable Akage. Akage followed Mr. Satoo, his side-glanced at Shin who struggled to get up and followed.

The staff room door opened. Akage and Shin entered.

"You've got company Miss Kagami." Mr. Satoo informed Miss Kagami who sighed softly before the door closed behind them.

Miss Kagami examined Shin before she averted her eyes to Akage who seemed uninterested by the damage he caused.

"We'll talk later Shin. Go to the nurse's office and have nurse Hanabi patch you up." Miss Kagami instructed with a smile on her face. Shin blushed, nodding like an idiot, and walked away like a compelled sailor.

The second the door closed, Miss Kagami took off her glasses and her kind face twisted in disappointment like a tough elder sister and Akage’s felt little remorse.

Miss Kaoru Kagami was the homeroom teacher of class 2A. She was a very sexy woman with big breasts, round hips, fair skin, red eyes identical to Akage without slit pupils and long raven hair. A woman in her early thirties; she was intelligent, confident, modest, and bold. She wore medicated black square-framed glasses and her taste in fashion was simple and expensive.

"Miss Kagami I can explain..." Akage said but Miss Kagami interrupted.

"Akage Violet Akazawa! How much trouble will you continue to create before you are satisfied?! I'm aware of your short attention span but it gives you no excuse to fight, skip class, break the rules and be completely apathetic with humanity! You’re just so isolated and stubborn! I don't know how I can face big sister to tell her, Akage is always in trouble while I'm your homeroom teacher!" Miss Kagami screamed as Akage looked at his feet and bit his lips.

Akage's anger triggered him to shut down, the little remorse disappeared as a cold, monotonous expression and voice took over.

"I'm going to transfer and stop being a burden to you, this school and my parents. It doesn't matter what I do, I'm always to blame for everything. After all I'm the villain here." Akage said and stormed out, ignoring Miss Kagami who called her.

I shouldn't have brought up Akage's parents in the conversation. I'm so stupid. Miss Kagami thought as she walked back to her seat and slammed her forehead with heel of her palm.

School dismissed faster than Akage expected, and he was grateful. To vent his anger, he went to his usual pitch, rented a space, and grabbed a bat before he cranked the ball machine to the highest speed that could land any individual in the hospital. He took off his tie, rolled up his sleeve as he took a perfect stance that felt natural to him.

One by one Akage hit the ball, gathering the attention of onlookers who recognised him; females crowded the stall and cheered Akage who didn't spare a glance at them – Akage never missed a hit.

Exhausting the balls, Akage dropped the bat, picked his stuffs and his fans crowded him. He ignored them, rejected any public confession, and escaped, finding them nuisance. He felt better and lighter before his phone in his pocket rang.

He pulled it out.

Akage groaned at the caller ID - Dad with an angry sticker. He put the phone in his pocket and continued his journey.

Akage walked into the boxing gym and stared from the sidelines as the instructor approached him from inside the ring.

"Yo! Old man. Wanna spar?" Akage asked.

"What did I tell you about calling me old?" The instructor, Asahi complained but there was no lie in Akage's statement as he was in his late fifties.

"Can't remember. What I can't remember without proof is invalid." Akage said with a smug smile.

"Let's go kid, I have a good feeling about today." Asahi said as Akage climbed the ring, beaming with joy.

Everyone watched the friendly spar, dumbfounded, impressed an amateur overpower the experienced coach, Asahi. Five of six, Akage won but Asahi celebrated that he was able to knock him down once.

"You just got lucky." Akage joked as he ran his hand through his wet hair and Asahi laughed.

"A win is a win my friend. You should come have dinner with us, Sakura has been asking a lot about you. If you haven't found someone to marry, I won't mind giving my daughter; you've caught her fancy."

"Maybe another suitor old man. I don't see the Missy waiting for me to catch up." Akage responded before handing the towel to him.

"Bye." Akage said and departed from the gym.

"I'm home!" Akage announced as he took off his shoes and changed into slippers.

"Welcome home!" Kioko, Akage's mother greeted as she ran towards her child.

Kioko Akazawa was a small woman. Five feet four with a youthful face; she was cute and adorable with long blue hair styled in twin pigtails, red eyes with round pupils and fair skinned. Even with her childlike appearance, she wasn't small in the breast department but wasn't as thick as her younger sister. It was unbelievable to accept she was in her forties with a teenage child.

Akage moved to the side, escaping his mother's hug who seemed upset by his cold refusal to her affections. Akage walked past his father absentmindedly and Chihiro Akazawa glimpsed at his wife who fought the tears that desperately wanted to escape.

Chihiro headed to Akage's room, knocked softly and invited himself in. Akage laid flat on the bed staring at the ceiling, drowning every and any thought that would cloud his decision.

"You are home quite late. Care to explain, young lady?" Chihiro said, stressing on Akage's gender who remained silent much to Chihiro's irritation.

Akage's resemblance to Chihiro was uncanny yet unique. Standing at six feet five, Chihiro had crimson hair slicked back, blue eyes with reptile-like pupils that reflected kindness and power unlike Akage that displayed strength and superiority, white skin, and a wickedly handsome face. He was often mistaken for Akage's elder brother even though he was in his forties.

"Your aunt Kaoru called. She said you want to transfer to another academy. Is that true and may I know the reason why?" Chihiro asked, earning a grin on Akage's face who sat up.

"I'm transferring to a school of my choice and my money, Mr. Akazawa. I don't wanna be you and your wife's problem anymore." Akage scoffed as Chihiro scowled.

"Why can't you just call me dad when you’re mad at me?!"

"Why can't you be my dad?! You and mom are the best parents in the world." Akage drooled with sarcasm. "You both ignore me, scold me, tell me what I should and shouldn't do only to end the day with I love you. Classic bullshit! You don't even sit down to have dinner with me because you’re all too busy with work or personal problems!"

"You know we're working to give you a comfortable life Akage."

"Well, I don't need it! We have grandpa's money! Hell, you make more than a developing countries GNP! I would rather be poor and know my family than have everything I want and still feel alienated!" Akage screamed as she stood up, taking deep breaths, and opened the door.

"If you don't have any other thing to say, use the door." She said calmly as Chihiro sighed, understanding his daughter's needed privacy before she banged the door shut after him.

"It's all my fault, she's like this. If I hadn't done what I did in the past, she wouldn't be hurting. I really am the worst mother in history." Kioko cried as Chihiro comforted his crying wife with a kiss to the head.

"Don't say that. She’s in her rebellious stage. We did it, our parents did and so will she. She'll come around when she's ready." Chihiro explained and kissed his wife's lip.

"Cheer up love and let's go to bed." Chihiro said as Kioko cleaned her eyes and smiled before they headed upstairs.

Akage came out of the showers, drying her hair as she picked up her plaid pyjamas and wore it without the pants. Her B-cup breasts pressed against the shirt before she set up her computer and started playing online games.

Halfway through with sleep in her eyes, she logged out and climbed to bed. She covered herself with the sheets and switched off the lights before a sad thought popped in her head.

The saddest thing in life is that betrayal is never from the ones you hate.