Chapter 1:
"A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day"
- Bill Watterson
Once upon a time, there lived a cold boy who had homed tutoring for up to 15 years of his life. Unfortunately or rather fortunately, his mother had a fit about how he should be meeting kids his own age by going to a high school. The boy was curious by this concept of 'High School' and having his own independence from the family. So with a lot of convincing (and screaming matches by his mother) to his father, the cold boy was packed away and sent to a high school.
Now, we all remember how it was like when we first started school but the major difference was that we were ALLOWED to sob and scream to our parents about going to kindergarten and this was high school! Also remember that this boy is cold and rather anti-social. Though did this worry this cold boy? No! This boy had dignity! He had pride!
"THERE YOU ARE! WE'VE BEEN SEARCHING ALL OVER FOR YOU!"
He was scared out of his F$)# mind!
Startled emerald eyes looked up to see two girls running towards him, holding their arms out as a hug. The boy tensed and went into a fighting position ready to fend them off! He'd show them the kung fu like Jackie Chan! He'd-!
WHACK!
He'd be pummeled over!
'I'll blame it on being a gentleman when mother asks.' He decided mentally. Of course it wasn't because he was frozen in terror and fright! Not at all!
"You're as cute as ever! Can we pretty please put you in a dress! PLEASE?"
The cold boy lay underneath the two squealing girls dazed as they continued babbling about something to do with dresses.
This..wasn't too harmful…
The boy began to relax slightly until one of them pulled out a wig and put it on his head.
"SO CUUUTE!" The other one squealed, the boy took the wig off quickly then shoved both of them off.
"Heeey Hijirri, just cause you went and changed your hair colour doesn't mean you can act so mean!"
"What the heck are you talking about! Who the heck is Hijirri?" The boy exclaimed.
"Hi Saya and Yuma, who's this?" A brown hair boy asked.
All three turned around and the two girls just stared at the brown hair boy then at the one they had just knocked over.
Both boys seemed shocked how much they looked like each other, the cold boy was defiantly shocked.
'OH MY GOD! DON'T TELL ME DAD HIRED A DOUBLE!'
The other boy held out his hand with a smile.
"Hi, my name is Hijirri. Are you a new student here?" He asked cheerfully.
The cold boy took his hand and shook it, relaxing slightly but making a mental note to ask his father about it. Or his mother.
"Yes, my name is Hisoka." The cold boy replied.
"LOST BROTHERS!" Saya squealed, Yuma hugged Hisoka feeling his hair and cheeks.
"Sooo soft, what shampoo do you use!" She exclaimed, Hisoka's eyes bulged and stumbled away from her.
"Are they always this crazy?" Hisoka asked making Hijirri smile.
"It doesn't help that we look the same, Saya and Yuma are known for wanting to be great friends with everyone." Hijirri replied and added with his smile growing wider.
"They're known for attacking new students and spending much time with them as possible."
"Heeey, we just wanna be friends with everyone!" Saya exclaimed, Yuma nodded.
"Hisoka and us will become great friends!"
Hisoka winced slightly sensing the danger making Hijirri laugh.
"Ne! Hisoka which homeroom are you in! We're in 909!" Saya asked cheerifully, Hisoka looked down at his schedule praying to all the gods he knew that he wasn't in the same one as the pair.
He scanned the sheet for the homeroom
909.
His eyes widened with disbelief, out of all the damn homerooms he could have gotten which made him come to the following conclusion.
Somebody up there really hated him or loved to see him tortured, probably both. It was probably his father up there in the heavens, watching him suffer as a pass-time.
Suddenly his schedule was snatched away by Yuma who squealed in delight then showed Saya who also squealed, Hisoka glanced at Hijirri.
"By any chance you would happen to be the same homeroom?"
The brown hair boy nodded, "I am, don't worry. Our teacher is Mibu Oriya, he allows you to sit where you want unless you're disturbing him."
Hisoka shrugged, sounded reasonable.
The bell went for homeroom and Hisoka walked with his new errr 'friends.'
Hisoka was placed in the middle the classroom between Saya and Yuma with Hijirri, he was lucky enough to get Saya who was less engertic as her friend.
"Hisssokaaa! I have this pink dress that'll really suits you! Can I do yourr hair?" Saya whinned, Hisoka winced and growled, "No and no! A thousand times NO!"
Saya whimpered and burst into tears, "Saya! Be quiet please! I'll make it up to you later!" Hisoka exclaimed nervously as people glanced at them. Saya stopped and Hisoka instantly regretted saying it.
"Really?" She asked, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, I'll …give you the shampoo I use!" Hisoka said lamely, he mentally slapped himself.
No damn way she would fall for that, which would be the day when doors explode.
"And conditioner!" Saya replied, Hisoka nodded and she gave a tiny squeal of delight.
"Miss Saya, would you mind keeping quiet?" Oriya's icy voice asked from the front, some people sniggered but Saya didn't seem to care.
She smiled cheerfuly and nodded, she turned to Hisoka but he had disappeared.
"Eh? Hisoka?" She muttered and then noticed a tuff of hair underneath the desk.
Hijirri also looked confused and both bent down to Hisoka hiding underneath the desk.
"Hisoka, what are you doing?" Saya asked.
Hisoka looked up, "Waiting for the door to explode." He stated before looking down at the ground.
They stared at him in utter confusion.
'They'd have to pull me out of here kicking and screaming!' He decided and his mind cheered with him.
And then they joined him, followed by Yuma and then some other people who had seen them hide.
He stared at them in disbelief.
'DAMMNIT! THIS MY HIDING SPOT! MINEE! MINE!'
"Why are you all here?" Hisoka asked coldly, Yuma smiled.
"For a new kid, you're picking up fast! We nearly forgot about the Kanawa sisters of Souteicho." Yuma said smiling, a large rumbling could be heard.
"Who?" Hisoka asked, Hijirri was about to answer when a large explosion was heard.
Hisoka's eyes widened and looked above the desk to see three girls laughing happily, as for the poor door..
It had exploded.
"Yukiko, Tsukiko and Hanako please refrain from making the doors explode when you're late for homeroom." Oriya remarked calmly coming out of hiding from his own desk then ticked them off on the role.
The girls giggled madly before heading to the seats, which were behind Hisoka but he could only stare at the remaining pieces of the door that was being cleaned up by one of the other students.