Just another day in Tokyo, 1994... On the suburban edge of Shibuya was a small but cosy little semi-detached. With an average door, an average hallway, an average dog (named Inuko) and an average chain of rooms that were meshed together to create an average Japanese household. The 'Endou' household. Sounds kind of average, don't you think? Of course; out of the two people that currently lived in this household; one of them was not so average. And her beautiful little name was Minako Endou. The second bedroom to the right of the upstairs bathroom was her room. Just like the room of any other girl her age. Messy. The blue carpeted floor of Minako's room was covered with used fast-food wrappers, un-used schoolbooks, abused manga, old soda cans and pink lace panties. You know the kind. The kind any average perv wants to have a sniff of from time to time. It was a total dump in that respect; but if I'm gonna spin the tales of Minako Endou to you then you might as well get used to it from now. The young woman, no older than sixteen, snored roughly with a comically wide mouth. Limbs spread out all over her bed, her left leg hanging off the edge of it. Her wide mass of strawberry-blonde hair was messy and frayed; her thick eyelashes fluttering from the beam of light pouring onto her face from the gaps between her window curtains. They niggled at her. She seemed to be unaware that this was morning light. Monday morning light. Which also meant, horribly enough, school. And then the alarm clock did the waking up for her. A loud, almost deafening sound rang in the air of Minako's bedroom. And the young woman's drowsy emerald eyes shot open with a jarring swiftness. Bang. "Wha...?" The tired young woman's head slowly rose from the white pillow of her bed. One hand went to her face and slowly wiped the matter from her eyes. While the other hand went through the now tangled locks of her fire orange hair. That damn alarm clock might not have been very polite but it did its job. But this caused her to take a good look at the clock that had woken her up. Or rather the time that was on it. And Minako's eyes went wide with worry and surprise when she saw the exact time on it. "Oh crap!" Minako bellowed, "It's 8.20! I overslept AGAIN!" Curse the charming allure of the bedspread. Minako scowled like a madwoman and pressed one palm into her mattress. The rest of her body swung straight over the bed with that arm as support, landing Minako down upon the messy bedroom floor of hers. But she couldn't deal with that right now. She swiftly ran to the other side of the room and dove into her chest of drawers. Everything was ironed out from last night, school uniform and all. So none of the aggravation of ironing her clothes out in the morning was needed today. Minako tossed the articles she needed from the drawer into the air. She double-backed a little, then grabbed them all, and began dressing. Ten minutes later she busted through the poster-laden door to her bedroom and began dashing around the banister of the upper floor, straight down the stairs to the lower floor of her house. As you can imagine, barging down the stairs at that speed makes a lot of noise. Minako's Father, Hiroyuki, with his nose and face buried inside a newspaper, could hear all the loudness all the way from the living room of the Endou Household. "Minako!" He yelled, eyes peering upwards from his paper, "Would you keep it down up there?! Anyone would think you didn't have a school to attend!" The young woman rushed quickly through the hallway, ignoring that comment for now, then ran straight into the kitchen. And she rustled up the first thing she could find that was edible. Some leftover gyuu-don from last afternoon's lunch. The feisty girl smiled at the small bowl left of it in the fridge. Which she soon pulled out, popped into the microwave across the counter, and set the time for three minutes. While it got ready, Minako walked out of her kitchen and into her living room to meet with her Dad. It also had her backpack in there, but that was just a minor detail. Hiroyuki slapped his paper shut and looked up at his nubile daughter as she clasped her book bag in one hand whilst waiting for her gyuu-don to re-heat. "You're going to end up with an upset stomach if you keep eating breakfast when running to school. Minako Endou, you should know better." "Stop nagging at me, Dad," Minako replied, "What'd you expect me to do?" "Wake up earlier? Eat properly? Get to school on time? Achieve good grades? Stop making so much noise while I'm trying to read a newspaper which may contain an add for a better job than the monotonous crap I'm currently working at to support you as your sole male parent which by the way is a stressing, difficult and taxing twenty-four-hour commitment when your daughter happens to be one of the-" "I GET IT, DAD!" Minako yelled, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "Now stop fussing like an old maid and get back to your newspaper. I'll be gone as soon as my food is ready." And (bing!) went the timer on the microwave. Three minutes was pretty much up. The girl nodded to her Dad once more then ran straight out of the living room, into the hallway and back into her kitchen. Minako went into one of the drawers at the side counter and pulled out a set of chopsticks. Then opened the microwave door and pulled out the small bowl of gyuu-don. Now hot and steaming from the three minute wait. Minako chortled deviously at her delicious looking meal and snagged a quick layer of beef into her mouth. As she chewed she walked out into the hallway again and gave a muffled 'Seeya Dad!' to Hiroyuki. Two seconds later she was gone. The door slammed shut and the patriarch of the Endou Family sighed. "Will that blasted girl ever listen to me?" But Minako was far too focused on eating and getting to school on time to have actually listened to her Father. And who could blame her? At that age, no one ever really gives a damn about what their parents have to say. And considering the fact that Minako was... quite unusual... she had more right to do so than anyone else. The girl strode down the quiet street of her road and began the short march to her school, Soryuusuke Gakuen. She really didn't care much for schoolwork. Minako herself was more interested in food and rock music. But she had been given detention so many times for coming to school late that she couldn't allow it to happen again. And so the Endou girl made her way through the quiet streets, munching on her gyuu-don, ignoring everything and anything that could possibly make her late. Until she heard a certain something that just made her freeze in position. As she turned a corner she came into the area of a park. A lovely little park called Ueda. The staging ground for a lot of happy days and... not so happy events. Minako chewed on her food a little slower as she saw four people standing across from her at the entrance to Ueda Park. Three of them were male. All rough, tall, school-uniformed boys. And from those uniforms, Minako could tell they all attended Soryuusuke Gakuen. The forth figure was female. Name? Minako could place it. But what she could place was that the girl was completely hot. Which, obviously, was the reason those four guys were all clamouring around her. But the girl didn't seem too pleased with all that testosterone-ridden attention she was getting. "Hey..." One of the tall thugs said smoothly, "...Your name's Yuki Inoue, right? You're that new kid that's starting in school today! I know I'm right, right? Right? RIGHT?!" Yuki nodded quickly and nervously, pulling a strand of her snow white hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "...Um... that is the case, sir. But if I don't hurry I'm going to be late on my first day..." "Hey come on," Another of the burly male youth piped up, "Forget about school! That's for nerds and geeks and ugly people! Why not cruise around with us for the day? I'm damn sure that we could show you a good time..." "It's a tempting offer... but I think I'll decline..." Yuki responded. The third of the punks then scowled at her. "What makes you think that you have a choice in the matter, little girl?" Then that particular male grabbed Yuki by the collar, giving her a lecherous smile with all the pent up lust a sexually repressed teen could wish for (or be cursed with). Yuki froze up and blinked as the yob knelt over her, until the un-ordinary Minako stepped into the fray. "Hey!" Minako yelled out to the lot of them, still eagerly snacking on her bowl of hot gyuu-don, "Don't you realize how cliché it is for a gang of boys to be hassling a young girl for a date? And don't you realize how cliché it'll make this scene look when I save her by kicking all your asses?" The first of the bunch sneered at her. "Don't blame us! Blame that blasted untalented author who came up with this idea! Anyways, what we do with our property is our business! This girl is ours now! She belongs to the Hitou Koku Mi Gang!" As ridiculous as 'One Aviation Fruit' is for the name of a powerful school gang, Minako expressed a little bit of concern. Just a little bit. "Hitou Koku Mi? You must be members of that pack that runs around the heels of Kazuya Futaba, right?" "You know the boss?" The second of the thugs looked over Minako's uniform, "You must go to Soryuusuke Gakuen too then?" Minako nodded. "You betcha." The third one, who still had his hand gripping Yuki by the collar, looked over at the female student of their school. "Well that doesn't matter at all. This girl is coming with us. We are going to have our way with her over and over again. We're gonna make any serious Hentai fan proud, understand me?" The Endou girl lowered her bowl a little. "...Uh... yeah... I get the picture. But I don't think you'll be going through with it. After all. Who'd wanna get freaky with a broken jaw?" Thugs #1 and #2 pulled away from Yuki and Thug #3, walking up to Minako and cracking their thick knuckles with rhythmic intimidation. "You've got a big mouth, little girl. I don't know who you think you are... but we don't take kindly to people who threaten us. Those people are more than likely to get themselves hurt, catch my drift?"" Minako snacked on another slice of beef from her bowl, speaking between bites. "(munch, munch) ...Do you really... (munch, munch) think that I'm (munch, munch) scared of (munch, munch) a gang called (munch, munch) One Aviation Fruit (munch, munch)...?" Thug #2's anger grew sharply. "Are you making fun of the name of our feared and fearless gang? That name is a testament to our boss's great genius! We're gonna make you suffer for messing with our gang's girls and our gang's name!" And that guy didn't waste any time in putting that declaration to the light of day. He growled menacingly and lunged straight at Minako, not caring that she was almost half his height. Now, at the beginning of this chapter I mentioned that Minako Endou was no ordinary girl. And know you're about to see why. As that meaty fist came swinging by her, Minako swiftly sidestepped the blow with the grace of an eagle. Still nibbling on her gyuu-don. Thug #2 skidded past her with the miss, completely confused. But his buddies weren't so confused as Minako made her second move. The girl smiled to herself and viciously shot a violent kick straight into the back of Thug #2. The young punk screamed in agony with Minako's sneaker snapping into his spine. And his huge, over-sized torso was sent sailing. Thug #2 was thrown into the air and came to a stop only when his head banged into the red-painted metal of a post box. He passed out in that second, and Minako retracted her leg, leaving shocked looks on the faces of Thugs #1 and #3, as well as the seemingly timid Yuki. You see, Minako Endou was blessed with the powers of superhuman agility and strength. Thug #1 shook visibly. "...Who are you...?" "The name's Minako Endou," The girl put forth, "And you? Well... you're toast..."
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