A/N: wow...I've got fans...heehee...SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! If you get disappointed by this chapter...kill me!

Better than A Ninja

Earlier that afternoon...

Nokoru limped out the department where his last class was. His leg was bleeding again, signaling an urgent visit to the school clinic. From a distance, he caught sight of a fast-approaching animal. It took the blonde quite a while to register that it was yet another band of sympathetic females coming to mourn over his broken leg. His eyes widened and he hurriedly hobbled away to take the much less traveled route to the clinic.

He took his time walking along the deserted park. The back of the building was within eyesight and he didn't really have to worry about any kind of trouble.

Anyway, I've got the fountain pens Suoh gave me...and that should be enough, he reassured himself.

He slid his hands into his pockets and made sure he got them ready.

...suddenly, the birds went out.

The blonde froze at the silence of the park. There was a buzz of a security camera moving somewhere behind him. The then pen in his hand flew backwards with enough force to make it ricochet off any object within ten feet. Sure enough, there was a small 'oof' and the pen flew back in his hand. Nokoru tensed and turned around finding seven to eight men growling and cracking their knuckles.

Oh shit... was a scrolling marquee in his head.

"Come quietly boy..." said one man, clutching his eye (perhaps the dude Nokoru hit) "...we won't hurt you..."

But Nokoru wasn't having any of that. Okay, use one pen at a time. The refill is in your back pocket...back pocket.

There was no way in HELL he could possibly use one pen only.

...drat...

He quickly loosened the caps on both fountain pens and shook them by spinning the two pens on the index finger of each hand. Then with a handy flick, he sent a generous spray of jet black ink on the men's faces.

Okay run...

He ran. The damned clinic was so near! Taking the refill and the two pens, he threw them simultaneously in the air; one pen knocking off the refill cap while the other tipping the jar.

When the three items finally surrendered to gravity, Nokoru caught them all, having some difficulty screwing back the cap while running.

Much...reach...clinic

"Quick! Stop that kid!" a voice behind him said and a surprising number of growling knuckle-cracking men appeared behind trees and bushes.

Nokoru backhanded the pen at his right, hitting the butt precisely when it was at a 45 degree angle. The pen bounced quite painfully on the men's faces at the front line. When they were down, Nokoru did the same with the same at his left.

The two fountain pens, having done their job rolled as pens roll ahead of the running blonde. He stooped low to catch them in motion and almost head butted another set of men who appeared in front of him. Nokoru stopped dead and twirled both pens with the first three fingers of each hand. Then, using them like swords, he deflected line after line after line of growling knuckle-cracking men. At a certain point he saw just how many they were and resolutely jumped over the men blocking his way to the clinic.

I'm almost there! Damn I'm never going to take this way ever again!

And just as the door of the building was in sight, Nokoru was yet again blocked in all directions by the knuckle-cracking men.

Unable to control himself (and his panic) he lashed out, fending off as many as he could with his pens as well as other limbs.

I'm not a ninja! he thought desperately and was painfully struck at his wounded leg by a tree branch one of the men branished.

The blonde fell, hit full by the pain of his wound, yet still fighting for his life.

"The boss wasn't very pleased at your refusal during our last meeting, Mr. Imonoyama." a sly voice was heard over yells and punches. "We have no choice but to make you agree by force..."

A needle was jammed into his arm

...and all was black...

TBC

A/N: ...don't kill me! ((squeals))