This is my first attempt at a Boku wa Tomodachi ga Sukunai (let's call it Haganai for short, shall we?) fic. Ever wonder why Kodaka just takes all the crap he gets in stride? What if he didn't? What if, in the early days of the club, he decides to take action in a big way? What would happen? In fact, I think Yukimura's one of the most potentially interesting characters around. Read, and if you enjoy, review!
"Kodaka…promise me you'll never leave me…I need you…"
"Kodaka! Promise me you'll stay with me forever! I love you…"
Sena and Yozora sat up. The sheets fell off their naked bodies as they both reached in toward Kodaka. The two girls approached Kodaka's mouth…then turned to each other.
"Does Kodaka like watching us like this?" moaned Sena as she wrapped her arms around Yozora.
"Kodaka…Kodaka likes seeing me with another girl, doesn't he?" whimpered Yozora.
Kodaka lay there with a giant smirk on his face, his arms folded behind his head.
Kodaka Hasegawa woke up. He had been dreaming. This was one of his better dreams, but lately, it seemed that all of his dreams were better than reality.
When he moved to this town, the same place where he had spent the first five or six years of his life, he had hoped to make a new start, just as he had done all the other times he had moved.
Unfortunately, because of some misunderstandings and bad luck that had to do with his dirty blonde hair, everybody at his new school now thought he was a delinquent.
Now, the only people he could count as anything close to friends were the members of the school's Neighbors' Club: Yozora Mikazuki, a selfish psycho; Sena Kashiwazaki, the wealthy, well-endowed daughter of the school headmaster; and Yukimura Kusunoki, their newest member.
Kodaka stared furtively at the maid in the corner, Yukimura, who was preparing afternoon tea for the group. Kodaka felt conflicted.
On the one hand, Yukimura was cute. Kodaka caught himself trying to get a glimpse several times as Yukimura dipped the tea bag inside a pot of hot water.
On the other hand, Yukimura was a guy.
It had been a little less than a week since Yukimura had joined the Neighbors' Club to "become manlier." And the first thing Yozora Mikazuki, the deranged head of the club, had done was make Yukimura wear a maid outfit every day.
"A real man is willing to dress in girls' clothes," she said.
Kodaka looked back down at his magazine. Finally, with a sigh, he flung the thing down on the table.
Kodaka flinched. He hated being called that. Only yakuza used that title.
"Do you like wearing that dress?"
Yukimura nodded happily. "It's making me more manly! I can feel the manhood penetrating through me right now!"
Kodaka nodded and glanced back down at his magazine, sighing as Yukimura served everyone else in the club room.
Right then, there was a crazy, stupid idea running through his head. Kodaka knew it was insane, maybe even suicidal. But he felt like there was an opportunity, and that it was quickly slipping away.
Kodaka glanced at Yozora, who was sitting at the windowsill, and Sena, who was playing some galge on the club's widescreen TV.
Kodaka sipped his tea. Yozora had just finished her second cup. It would happen eventually.
Yozora got up from her spot at the windowsill and sauntered out of the room. Kodaka smirked. Yozora was obviously going to the bathroom. He had two minutes.
Kodaka waited until Yozora's footsteps were out of earshot. Then, he sprang up, clenching his fists as he nervously swallowed his spit.
"Yes, Aniki?" Yukimura rushed up to Kodaka with a slavish look on his face and willing to do his master's bidding.
Kodaka grasped Yukimura by his dress. Yukimura's shriek caught Sena's attention, and she turned around.
"That maid uniform makes you look like a girl. It's a disgrace to men everywhere."
"Who the hell thinks wearing a dress makes you manly? It only makes you manly if you look like a man already!"
"A-Aniki? What do you mean?"
"Yozora's a crazy bitch. She's making you wear that dress because she's a psycho with lesbian tendencies. That's not making you manly at all. Understand?"
"A-Aniki!" Yukimura started to whimper as Sena covered her mouth in shock.
Kodaka heard Yozora's footsteps.
"Yukimura! Stop crying!" hissed Kodaka.
Yukimura's whimpering grew even louder.
"I'm *sniff* trying, Aniki!"
"Yukimura, if you're a man, you can control your tears, just this once," whispered Kodaka.
A reverent look spread across Yukimura's face. "Yes, Aniki!"
Yukimura wiped the last of his tears away, and Kodaka sighed in relief.
"Now, pretend none of this happened. I'll talk to you after club."
Kodaka released his grip, grabbed the magazine, and assumed a nonchalant pose as Yozora came inside.
"What were you two doing? I heard you two talking," she said.
"Uh…Aniki was giving me tips on being manly!" said Yukimura.
"Whatever. You should be careful about what that guy says. He's a little off."
"You mean Aniki?"
"Just listen to me and you'll be just fine. Kodaka might be manly, but he's a moron. He can't communicate his manliness into words."
Kodaka rubbed the space between his eyebrows and waited for the clock to run.
"Good. You remembered."
Kodaka felt his heart pounding. If Yozora found out what he was going to do, she would kill him. He clenched his fists again, swallowed once more, and steeled himself for his next big step.
"Yozora's a liar and insane. You'll never be a true man listening to her. She's just using me and you for her amusement. That's what she does."
"Yeah. If you want to be a man, listen to me. I'm not an idiot. Hell, I'm not even that manly, but you won't believe me if I say that."
Sena walked out of the gates. She glanced at the two boys standing on the sidewalk. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she sidled up between the two.
"Kodaka, what was that today?"
"Sena, do you want to get back at Yozora for calling you 'Meat' all the time?"
Sena nodded, suddenly interested in what Kodaka had to say.
Kodaka continued. "I'm going to make Yukimura a man. The right way."
"Kodaka…I've never seen you this determined."
"Well, let's just say I snapped. Yozora always plays the two of us like idiots. But she's going too far with Yukimura. She's just playing off his naïveté and lying to him."
Yukimura glanced up at his role model, confused as to what he was saying.
"That's why I'm going to make things right."
Sena nodded. "Uh-huh. But do you really wanna do this?"
"Yeah, I have to. For Yukimura."
Sena nodded again. "OK. Do you need me to help?"
"Not for now. Just don't tell Yozora anything."
Kodaka grabbed Yukimura, still wearing the maid uniform, by the arm as Sena stood to the side with a fearful expression on her face.
Kodaka himself didn't know why he was doing this. For the past few weeks, he had tolerated Yozora's deranged ideas, hoping that playing along might get him some friends. However, he slowly realized that by staying in the club, he would make absolutely no friends except with his three fellow club members, who were the strangest, most unbearable freaks he had ever seen.
If he could fix Yukimura, Yukimura might stop addressing him as Aniki all the time. Furthermore, he'd be saving Yukimura from Yozora's lies. Even better, it would be his way of getting back at Yozora, by beating her just this once.
Finally, if he could turn Yukimura into a normal guy, Kodaka would, for the first time since moving here, have a real friend.
"Come on, Yukimura, we're going to your place. Are your parents home?"
"All right. Now, how do we get to your house from this bus stop?"
Yukimura shivered in fear as he pointed out the correct bus and stop. Kodaka had a fiery look in his eyes, a rare glint of determination.
"Show me your room."
Yukimura pushed open his door. Kodaka walked in and stared at the room. It was somewhat bare, with only a bed, a bookshelf, and a desk and some other furniture. There was a scroll with Japanese calligraphy on one wall, but other than that, the walls were bare.
"Do your parents let you decorate your room?" said Kodaka.
"Good. Is that your closet?"
Kodaka rummaged through the clothes, finding only dress-shirts and khakis. He threw a few of the clothes on the ground in disgust before picking them back up. As bold as he was feeling today, he didn't want to overdo it.
"First, we have to do something about these shirts. And we have to buy you some jeans."
"W-What's wrong with my shirts, Aniki?"
"First off, these are blouses, for girls. The buttons are on the left, and they button right over left. Guys' shirts are the opposite."
Kodaka only knew that because he had to sort out his and Kobato's laundry every week.
Kodaka looked through the rest of the closet, relieved to find that at least there were no skirts or dresses. At this time, he began to feel queasy. He had been hiding his nervousness for almost an hour now, and he didn't feel like he could keep it up much longer. Kodaka slipped, stumbling and almost collapsing.
"Aniki, are you all right?" Yukimura caught Kodaka, dragging him by the arm to the living room and laying him down on the sofa.
Kodaka heard Yukimura go into the kitchen. He then recalled Yukimura sitting down next to him with a glass of water.
"Aniki!" Yukimura thrust the water towards Kodaka.
"Thanks." Kodaka took a sip and sighed. As much as he wanted to continue with his plan, he realized that he just couldn't go any further today.
"What are you going to do about my clothes, Aniki?" asked Yukimura.
"Don't worry about it. You have a whole bunch of other things to worry about," said Kodaka with a dark look. Even now, he was blushing and trying not to ogle Yukimura's face.
"What do we do now, then?"
"Let me think of something. For now, don't worry."
"What do I do in front of Yozora in the meantime, Aniki?"
Kodaka paused. He hadn't thought of that. Grateful for Yukimura's foresight, he said, "Just act normal. Put on that stupid maid outfit every day. But ignore anything she says. She's trying to trick you. Oh, and Yukimura?"
"Any chance you can stop staring at me like that?"
"Yes, Aniki." Yukimura blushed and averted his eyes. Kodaka sighed and covered his face. He simply couldn't get over how cute Yukimura was.
"All right, that's all. Thanks for taking me to your house."