Beauty and the Banchou: Cold Summer (2)

The ringing cell phone echoes in the concrete room beside the massive delinquent's head. He struggles and huffs as he reaches for it and answers.
"This better be good..." the raspy voiced youth huffs.
"Oi! Tank-sama! There's about to be a huge fight down here at the station! Shazbo high just insulted our school and the guys aren't takin too kindly to it!"
The giant groans, "So?"
The rude sounding guy on the other end stutters flabbergasted.
"W-what?! So could you come down here? You're the banchou of Last Shot High after all!"
The oversized yanki is breathing roughly on the ground
"I would...but it's soooooo hooooooot..."
"Tank-sam-?"
With a click the naked delinquent lies on his basement floor spread out and groans.

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My name is Tankaroshi Ryuji, and I am the banchou of Last Chance High (Or Last Shot High, Last stop, etc. etc.), my colossal size and strength is unmatched but I do have one weakness...
"I hate summer..."
My body overheats very quickly. To make matters worse my body has adapted to even colder temperatures since I met my Yuki-Onna wife, Fubuki, almost a year ago now. The frigid temperature she brings is my only solace during these hellish times and for the past week she has been off visiting her parents. I'm afraid if I don't see her soon I will not only die from heatstroke but also of loneliness.
A ringing from beside my head causing me to groan. Having to exert myself in this heat may kill either me or the person on the other side of the phone.
"Oi, if you all keep bothering me-"
"My love! How is your body?"
My intimidating voice quickly switches to a calm and happy tone.
"Fubuki! My beautiful snowflake! You can not believe how good it is to hear your voice!"
I hear grinding teeth and a tone shift on the other side of the phone.
"Oi husband. They aren't pesterin' you while you're dealing with this heat are they? They know how summer affects you. When I get my hands on them their own mother's wont be able to-"
"Fubuki I told you they're my boys so I'll punish them alright?" I take on a stern tone to let her know I'm serious. The last time I let her help I had almost half a school worth of first years with frostbite, runny noses and shaved heads.
She giggles, "Don't worry husband I know."
I sigh happily, just hearing her voice is cooling me down.
"When are you coming back? I miss you." I whisper the last part into the phone in case anyone is listening in.
"Oh! I missed you too dearest! I'm back today that's why I called." She sounds bashful over the phone.
I manage enough strength to sit up, "Eh?! You're back today?! When can we meet?"
She giggles over the phone. "I'm already at the front door."
My phone drops out of my hands onto the concrete floor as I lunge up the stairs and slam open the door. My parents yell at me to put some damn clothes on as I run through the living room and to the front door.
I open it and am immediately hit by a wall of arctic wind. The sweat on my skin, despite it being of low purity and containing salt, freeze over instantly. The sheet of ice shatters when I pick up Fubuki into my arms and hold her tight.
"Oh! Oh my! Husband dearest, your icicle is on display!" She blushes but hugs me back as tightly as I embraced her.
I let go of her after soaking in her icy body and stare longingly at her impeccable face.
"Mmm, husband you're an animal." She holds her chest, "I didn't know you were so pent up!." She hides her smile behind her hand.
"O-Oi! It's not like that! I mean yeah a little... I just uh, am happy to see you is all." I mumble through that sentence.
"Oh darling." She grabs onto my arm as she leads me upstairs to my room.

We lie in the bed that normally cooks me alive during these terrible months but now there's nowhere I rather be.
Fubuki and I are entwined in the messed up sheets as we breath heavily, enjoying this post coitus bliss.
"Husband?"
"Hmm?" I rub her shoulder as she strokes my chest.
"Almost a year has went by since our marriage. I was thinking..." she stops herself for a moment before finding the words, "Well it's just that I've met your parents and they're nice, but you haven't met mine yet."
I laugh in amusement, "Are you sure your parents would be happy to see their daughter coming home with me as a husband?"
She nods into my chest, her frozen skin spreading sweet coolness.
I sigh as I pet her long white-bluish hair, "I'd love to meet your parents."
She squeezes me tight, "Good we'll go up tomorrow then?"
"Eh!? I've got school tomorrow! I can't just-"
She kisses my lips, "You were going to skip anyways."
I clear my throat, "Well I was going to go to the gym."
"Not in this heat you weren't honey." She squeezes on my chest. "Besides you're fine."
I give in, "Alright you win. Tomorrow then."
She giggles and loves on me as we enjoy each others closeness for the rest of the day.

I put the final touches on my pompadour and then throw my hair supplies in the leather bag containing some extra clothes. Man she just got back from her parents why is she already going back? Just to bring me along? I wont worry about it.
I chuckle to myself in that classic cocky delinquent laugh. "Besides if her pop has a problem with me it's not like he has the stuff to stop me anyways."
"Love, are you ready?" She peaks into the bathroom. Her Kimono is dark blue, the darker shade contrasting to her light blue skin. She has her long hair tied back into a bun with two thick strands hanging down from each side of it.
I nod. "Alright let's go Fubuki."
She smiles and grabs onto my arm as we walk downstairs and wave goodbye to my parents.

Her parents don't live to far apparently, or at least the mountain isn't too far. The train and bus took a little over an hour and now we're standing at the base of this mountain.
"Ready?" Fubuki smiles.
"MMM." I grunt and nod as we take a step into the snow. I huddle up with Fubuki who seems to be able to glide over the snow as I crash through it like an Ox. The snow quickly got deeper as we ascended, it's over a foot now as I stomp through.
"Oi Fubuki. How long is this going to take?" I ask after climbing up this steep mountain for half an hour.
She rubs my arm in encouragement, "I'm sorry sweetie but we're almost there, just another ten minutes."
I nod and continue on.

The heavy snow blowing at this altitude makes it hard to see and it's taking everything I have to not ask Fubuki if she's lost. Luckily before I break I see the large cottage in the snow.
"There it is!" I point at the warm looking home.
She nods and praises me for my endurance as we make our way to the door.
"Mom! Dad! We're home!" She says looking at me embarrassed. "I've wanted to say that for a while." She hides her smile behind her loose sleeve. I respond by bringing her closer in embrace.
No footsteps are heard but a woman roughly the same height as Fubuki starts to descend down the stairs. She too is wearing a kimono. It has blue lines that remind you off the thistles off a tree on top of a bright white background. The woman's skin is a little more pale than Fubuki's with the same hair and dead looking eyes.
"Ah my daughter is back again. And I see you convinced your husband to visit." The woman stopped in front of me and bowed.
"I am Kosetsu, Fubuki's mother. A pleasure to finally meet my daughter's husband."
I stare at the woman in front of me before remembering my manners. "Oh right. Uh...Greetings Kosetsu, I'm Tankaroshi Ryuji." I give a half bow as she nods.
"Mother is fine, I hope you wont mind me calling you Ryuji? It is how I've heard you addressed over the past year."
I nod. "So uh...Where's the father?" I gulp.
"Oh he's at work, something came up last second at the office." She takes my hand. "Please let's talk more in the loft."
She walks me through her fine wooden home. Sculptures and fine art pieces are on display on the way to the massive room that housed luxurious furniture, a massive TV, and decorative pieces.
Fubuki and I sit on a loveseat as her mother sits across from us on a couch.
"Hmm, I have to say my daughter must have the same taste as me." She pours out some tea that goes from boiling hot to cool with an icy top.
I stomach the tea and ask her what she means by that.
When she finishes sipping her tea she addresses me, "Well you look like the spitting image of my husband when we were your age. Only a little taller." She holds her cheek and stares out at nothing. "Oh I remember the day we first met, he was sooo cool. He came to school in baggy pants, a cut short, open blazer with a Sarashi (the bandages delinquents often wear around their midriff) underneath. The teacher had a hatred against spirits and was giving me a real hard time one day. He beat him up and slung me over his shoulder saying, "You're my woman now ya hear?" He was expelled later that day but we've been together ever since."
She has a flushed face as she hides her smile behind her hand. "Oh I'm sorry for carrying on."
So Fubuki's father was a Yanki too huh?
We talk for a long while before Kosetsu excuses herself saying, "Oh look at the time, I better get started on dinner."
Fubuki leans in to me for only a second before remembering something. "Oh husband! I told my old friends that I'd be bringing you back so they should arrive at any secon-"
The door opens before hearing a series of footsteps come in with a commotion of voices.
"That must be them. Come love take me there." She grabs onto my arm so I stand up and walk her to the front door.
So these are her old friends huh?
In front of me is Tsurara-Onna with a long jacket reading, Frozen Pass High Hellions down the back of it. Her icicles stick out from everywhere, it looks like she tried to dye her hair blonde but it's barely noticeable in her natural blue hair. Under her eye patch is a facial mask with markings on it.
Beside her is a Yeti, she's almost as big as me and wearing a Sarashi around her massive chest as well as baggy pants, she has tinted glasses on indoors and heavy boots that have her baggy pants tucked down into them. Aren't they supposed to be friendly?
And finally standing beside those two is a Kejourou, her long, almost floating hair is tangled everywhere. She has just a regular school uniform on with a long skirt that goes to her ankles to about where her hair ends. She's also holding a wooden sword behind her shoulder with her other hand in her skirt pocket.
I know Fubuki was a delinquent but it's still weird to think these would be her friends.
"Oi big sis!"
"Big sis!"
"'Sup big sis!"
They all say in unison to Fubuki.
"Hello girls. I'm back! And look who I brought!" She presents me in front of the three girls who seem to size me up.
The Tsurara-Onna speaks up. "He looks strong. Good haul Fubuki. He any good in bed?"
W-what?
"It's weird to think about anyone dominating you Fubuki but he looks like he's a top for sure, look at those arms." the Yeti chimes in.
The last girl nods and looks to Fubuki.
"Oh yes he has a lot of stamina! He's average size but is very caring."
"F-Fubuki! Oi!" She's making it awful hard to keep my cool here, aside from the actual temperature that is.
The Tsurara-Onna once again opens her mouth. "Well come on Big Sis I want to see the goods."
They all stare at me now as I shift under their gaze. Yeah right Fubuki has almost killed some girls for even looking at me-
"Ok." She starts taking off my jacket.
"Eh?! Seriously?" I grab my jacket.
"Please husband! I wanted to show you off." She looks up at me fluttering her eyelashes.
...Fine
I take off my jacket and then my shirt. "This is as far as it goes!"
"I wasn't going to take it any further anyways love, everything else is for me alone." She rubs my arm, her cool fingers sending a shiver down my spine.
They all nod as they look at my bare upper body. I fiddle with my hair to distract myself from the grunts of appreciation and occasional compliments.
Eventually I throw my jacket on after being made to publicly display myself like that.
"Oh Fubuki I wanted to ask you something." The Kejourou spoke up, "We had some problems with South Mountain High recently. They've been hassling some of ours-"
"Eh?!" Fubuki's face twists, "Why are you asking me idiot? I left you three in charge didn't I? Figure it out! I'm not going to spend my trip with my husband up here fighting a bunch of bitches!"
They all bow as the Kejourou apologizes.
"Well that's alright, you didn't mean anything by it. If I'm alone next time and it's still a problem I'll solve it." She sighs before wrapping herself around my arm and bowing lightly, "You're welcome to stay for dinner if it pleases you." She offers.
They all thank her but decide to let us be alone for our first day in.

I sit in the loveseat, exhausted. Jeez those were some tough girls...
I mess with the buttons on my jacket as I wait for dinner. Fubuki went back to learn her mother's recipes so I'm sitting on the couch all alone.
The loud creak of the door opening with the strong wind blowing in makes me flick my head in the direction of the door.
"Oi! Honey I'm home! Whatever that is smells delicious but I think I'll have you tonight!"
That must be the father...I brace myself and walk towards the entryway. Alright he'll probably be shocked by your appearance at first but let's not fuck this up. Beating him up is a last measure.
I step into the front of the house and freeze.
A man only a few inches shorter than me and not as wide is taking his designer leather shoes off. His expensive, golden Rolex shaking around as he tosses the shoe. His baggy, purple suit pants lead up to a purple suit jacket with a leopard print dress shirt open underneath showing up his ripped chest. He has a silver chain around his neck. I think I can almost make out a tattoo. Designer shades are taken off in his hand and put into his pocket as he notices me.
He looks serious as he walks up to me.
I gulp audibly.
"Oi yanki-kun. Who are you Eh?" He looks up at me with his hands in his pocket and his hair slicked back.
I barely get out, "T-Tankaroshi Ryuji sir." I bow lightly.
"Ryuji...Ryuuuuji...." He snaps his fingers loudly, "Eh! Ryuji! My daughter's husband!"
I nod quickly and laugh awkwardly with him.
"Had me worried some guy had walked in here. Real big fella. Be more careful huh? Coulda gotten one of us hurt." He flashes me a smile as he takes off his suit jacket. A long knife is tucked into the suit pocket.
"So Ryuji! Nice to finally meet ya son. You're all my darling daughter ever talks about. I even heard you saved her from a gang of delinquents." He hangs his suit jacket up. "Or maybe saved them from her." he mutters.
"So you a big deal or something Ryuji? Got yourself a nickname? Like, "The fireball of Shuri Middle" or "Raijin Ryuji!"?"
I clear my throat, "Uh...Well a lot of guys call me Tank."
He laughs obnoxiously as he slaps my arm. "I like it. It definitely suits you." He wipes the tear from his eye and puts his hand on my shoulder. "Alright son let's go eat some grub eh? I'm starving."
I clear my throat and motion for something that's been bothering me.
"Eh?" He starts to rub where I'm pointing on his face. He gets the red spot off his face and licks it off his finger.
"Oh thank god you caught that kid." He brings me close in. "Oi listen up, I'm sure it's pretty obvious what I am alright. Just don't tell my Kosetsu you got it? I don't care who you are, anyone who hurts her in any way ends up dead, got it?" He points close to my face as he says that.
I nod, the last thing I need aside from an angry father-in-law is an angry Yakuza.
"I like you son! Let's go eat!" He slaps my back hard as we walk towards the dining room.

"This dinner is so good babe! Really hits the spot after a hard day at the office." He crunches the mashed potatoes in his mouth in between his water slushee.
"Oh husband! You always say that." Kosetsu hides her smile behind her hand.
I take a cube of frozen spaghetti in my mouth. Aside from everything being frozen I will never understand their inability to figure out what foods go together. But it's made by love and that's what makes it so good and filling.
"So big guy play any sports?" The father looks over at me.
I shake my head, "Uh not really. I go to the gym for exercise though."
"You aren't getting into any trouble are you?" He raises an eyebrow.
I sit there frozen about to shit my pants unable to come up with an answer.
"Ah of course you are you're a man aintcha!" He laughs loudly as Kosetsu laughs along with him.
"I was just telling Ryuji earlier how he reminded me of you when we were their age." She a says.
The father nods, "Yes, I can see that. We even had the same hair. I assume you're at least banchou of the first years at your school?"
It feels strange hearing an adult ask me a question like that but I respond, "Well I was but I've actually quickly risen to the Banchou of the entire High."
He raises his brows, "Oh! Impressive. I used to be the Banchou of my school's second years myself." His forks crunches as he sticks it into his steak.
"My daughter isn't giving you too much of a hard time is she? She's got a lot of her mother in her so I know she's tough."
The two Yuki-Onnas at the table blush.
"Of course not. She's the love of my life-" I clear my throat in embarrassment at that honest answer.
"Oi nothing wrong with being open about it. I know it's all about being tough now, but you'll soon learn there's not many people you can trust in this world." He points his knife at my direction. My mind drifts to thoughts of, "How many other people have seen him from this perspective."
I nod.
He goes back to his steak. "Well Ryuji it's a bit late and I know how Yuki-Onnas work...I married one after all, but you have my blessing. As long as you make my daughter happy you're fine in my book."
I nod, "Thank you sir."
Fubuki holds my hand under the table as a tear of joy freezes up on her eye. I guess she wanted her dad to approve of me after all.
"Oh they're just so cute! Remember when we were that young?" Kosetsu grasps the Yakuza's hand on the table.
He clicks his tongue before laughing, "Yeah I remember you tailing me everyday saying I was your husband, it got on my nerves so bad back then, but now I've never been happier."
I raise my brows, "I thought you took her for your wife?"
He looks at me funny, "Eh? Who told you that?"
I point at Kosetsu.
"Oh she's telling that story huh? Technically by Yuki-Onna rules we were married for a year before that with her constant pestering of, "You're my husband." "It's a wife's duty." Yadda, Yadda. I guess I finally got a soft spot for her and decided to take her there." He mumbles.
"It was so romantic." Kosetsu swoons.

We lie on the bed together in the master bedroom. Today was exhausting, I've never been afraid of an adult until today. Father-In-Law and Yakuza? Give me a break god!
"I'm so happy you came Ryuji." She kisses my cheek.
"Seeing your parents like that is kind of nice. I hope we're still as love struck as your mom and dad when we get that old. But to be honest it's hard to imagine us not totally in love." I kiss her forehead as we snuggle up in the bed.
She nods into my chest, "Of course we will be. You're my love after all."