This is my first YYH fic, please be kind (or mean, just as long as you
review so that I know what I am doing well or bad at)
I own nothing. Never have, never will
This story was inspired by the words of "Ghost" I wont put them here but they will most likely be in another chapter (Hint: reviews make fingers type faster)
This is AU I suppose but I don't know at what time it would be happening.
Swords and Roses, Chapter one,
Past Meetings
Kurama sat in class, looking at the blackboard. The teacher was droning on about converting linier equations from polar to some other form, rectangular or something like that. He normally paid attention in class. Then again, the subject was normally more interesting. Today he was zoning out, the words passing over him but not reaching his ears. His thoughts were on something else. For the past few days everyone had been meeting at Yusuke's apartment, talking about what missions would await them. His mind was dwelling on those meetings.
"If you are sick and would like to go to the nurse, you can leave. If not then please try to pay attention, Shuichi." The teacher said, suddenly standing next to his desk.
"I'll go to the nurse." More than anything else he wanted out of the classroom. Advanced trinomials or whatever the teacher was talking about could wait until he got home.
About half way down to the nurse he realized that he would have to come up with some sort of ailment to complain about. Headaches were always a good standby. Stomachaches made the nurse believe that the student just wanted to go home to avoid a test. It was partially true. He did have a slight headache.
"What can I do for you, Shucichi?" the nurse asked in her nicest tone.
"I have a headache, do you have any Advil?" Kurama asked, making sure to hold one side of his head as if it was in pain
"Right here." The nurse said, holding out her hand with two small pills in it.
"Thank you."
"Would you like to lie down or return to class?"
"Lie down, please" Kurama said, deciding that it would give him time to think
"There is a cot right over there." The nurse pointed the cot on the left. There was someone on the other one.
"Hello Kurama," Yusuke, the person on the other cot said, not looking up or turning over. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, how about you?" Kurama asked as he lowered himself onto the uncomfortable cot.
"Biology test"
"That explains it. We had better stop talking before the nurse finds out that we are both faking it."
Kurama stayed there, silently thinking to himself. Everyone had been meeting at Yuske's apartment once a week to keep everyone else updated on what was going on. The last meeting had ended up with Kurama and Yusuke holding back Hiei and Kuwabara back to keep them from killing each other. Kurama did not really have to hold Hiei back, it was more of a reminder that he was not allowed to attack anyone, or instigate fights as he had that night.
Hiei had said something about how Kuwabara was practically drooling over Yukina. That night it was proof that the truth hurts. He had, however, gone a little overboard with his accusations of what they had done. Kuwabara took strong offence to what he said and replied with insults relating to Hiei's size, sexual preference, likeability, his mother's honor, and his father's existence. Hiei had brushed each one away with little trouble, laughing at Kuwabara's attempts to anger him. When he was out of insults, Kuwabara resorted to fists. Kurama had held Hiei back more as a show to Kuwabara that Hiei would need to be held back should one of his comments, which he was now pulling out of the air without much luck, actually anger Hiei.
Everyone walked away unharmed ,apart from matching burses on Kuwabara's arms from Yusuke's tight grip. Kurama walked home that night to find that he could not sleep. For some reason, that scene had been playing in his head ever since it had happened. He did not have the slightest idea why. Fights like that sprung up from time to time. They were nothing major. Yunkina was still frightened by them though.
"Are you two ready to go back to class yet?" the nurse asked them.
"No, my stomach still hurts. Can you put the trash can next to my bed?" Yusuke asked.
"I know you have a biology test, you cannot get out of taking it. You have used this excuse one too many times Yusuke. Go back to class."
"Alright." Yusuke begrudgingly got up and walked out of the room.
The nurse went over to ask Kurama again but she saw that he had drifted into an uneasy sleep. "I suppose I should let you stay a little longer then." She said, going back to her desk.
Kurama woke up on his own an hour later. The sterile smell of the nurses office stung his nose. He told the nurse that he felt better and walked back to his class. The hallway was empty apart from a few students skipping class only to end up stuck in a silent hallway, too frightened of being caught to talk to one another. Kurama walked past them, not even giving them a second look because seeing them was so common. He expected that Yusuke was there somewhere, hiding from a biology test.
Kurama did see Yusuke there. He had always thought that it was funny. The great sprit detective, not afraid of pain or death, was frightened into hiding from a simple test. Kurama had always thought hat biology was easy. It was simple because everything happened for a reason. It wasn't like other subjects that had no reason for something to happen. It could also have been the fact that the biology teacher was obsessed with plants, one of Kurama's favorite topics.
School was almost over when Kurama got back to class. The teacher was clearly not happy to see him getting back so late. He uttered an apology before taking his seat. The last ten minutes of class were pure torture on him. His soul ached to be freed from the oppressive classroom. He had never thought of the classroom that way before. He had always enjoyed school, as much as possible that is.
The bell rang , not a moment too soon for anyone in the building. Students poured out of the classrooms like a flood. Teacher reveled in their now empty classrooms, glad to see the students gone. Everywhere people were shouting to their friends far down the halls and getting responses back. Lockers slammed shut and book bags were lifted to their homes on the backs of students. Everyone was glad to be out of the classrooms and were rushing to be the first one out of the building.
It was only Kurama that wasn't in a rush. He stayed in the classroom longer. He was watching out the door, waiting for a safe passage to his locker. It would be a long wait because he had to cross the hall and then go against the flow of bodies. To do such a thing in a hall crowded with students looking to leave was as good as suicide. He knew that there was a serious chance of getting trampled to death, no one brave enough to stop walking long enough to help him up for fear of being dragged under as well.
Once the raging river had ebbed, he dared to go out. He went over to his locker and entered the combination. To no one's great surprise, it did not open. He entered the combination again without any better success. He tried once more before leavening school. The locker had not opened the third time so he was forced to carry his heavy books home.
"Only three more hours." He said as he walked out of the school. "Only three more hours until the next meeting."
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I own nothing. Never have, never will
This story was inspired by the words of "Ghost" I wont put them here but they will most likely be in another chapter (Hint: reviews make fingers type faster)
This is AU I suppose but I don't know at what time it would be happening.
Swords and Roses, Chapter one,
Past Meetings
Kurama sat in class, looking at the blackboard. The teacher was droning on about converting linier equations from polar to some other form, rectangular or something like that. He normally paid attention in class. Then again, the subject was normally more interesting. Today he was zoning out, the words passing over him but not reaching his ears. His thoughts were on something else. For the past few days everyone had been meeting at Yusuke's apartment, talking about what missions would await them. His mind was dwelling on those meetings.
"If you are sick and would like to go to the nurse, you can leave. If not then please try to pay attention, Shuichi." The teacher said, suddenly standing next to his desk.
"I'll go to the nurse." More than anything else he wanted out of the classroom. Advanced trinomials or whatever the teacher was talking about could wait until he got home.
About half way down to the nurse he realized that he would have to come up with some sort of ailment to complain about. Headaches were always a good standby. Stomachaches made the nurse believe that the student just wanted to go home to avoid a test. It was partially true. He did have a slight headache.
"What can I do for you, Shucichi?" the nurse asked in her nicest tone.
"I have a headache, do you have any Advil?" Kurama asked, making sure to hold one side of his head as if it was in pain
"Right here." The nurse said, holding out her hand with two small pills in it.
"Thank you."
"Would you like to lie down or return to class?"
"Lie down, please" Kurama said, deciding that it would give him time to think
"There is a cot right over there." The nurse pointed the cot on the left. There was someone on the other one.
"Hello Kurama," Yusuke, the person on the other cot said, not looking up or turning over. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, how about you?" Kurama asked as he lowered himself onto the uncomfortable cot.
"Biology test"
"That explains it. We had better stop talking before the nurse finds out that we are both faking it."
Kurama stayed there, silently thinking to himself. Everyone had been meeting at Yuske's apartment once a week to keep everyone else updated on what was going on. The last meeting had ended up with Kurama and Yusuke holding back Hiei and Kuwabara back to keep them from killing each other. Kurama did not really have to hold Hiei back, it was more of a reminder that he was not allowed to attack anyone, or instigate fights as he had that night.
Hiei had said something about how Kuwabara was practically drooling over Yukina. That night it was proof that the truth hurts. He had, however, gone a little overboard with his accusations of what they had done. Kuwabara took strong offence to what he said and replied with insults relating to Hiei's size, sexual preference, likeability, his mother's honor, and his father's existence. Hiei had brushed each one away with little trouble, laughing at Kuwabara's attempts to anger him. When he was out of insults, Kuwabara resorted to fists. Kurama had held Hiei back more as a show to Kuwabara that Hiei would need to be held back should one of his comments, which he was now pulling out of the air without much luck, actually anger Hiei.
Everyone walked away unharmed ,apart from matching burses on Kuwabara's arms from Yusuke's tight grip. Kurama walked home that night to find that he could not sleep. For some reason, that scene had been playing in his head ever since it had happened. He did not have the slightest idea why. Fights like that sprung up from time to time. They were nothing major. Yunkina was still frightened by them though.
"Are you two ready to go back to class yet?" the nurse asked them.
"No, my stomach still hurts. Can you put the trash can next to my bed?" Yusuke asked.
"I know you have a biology test, you cannot get out of taking it. You have used this excuse one too many times Yusuke. Go back to class."
"Alright." Yusuke begrudgingly got up and walked out of the room.
The nurse went over to ask Kurama again but she saw that he had drifted into an uneasy sleep. "I suppose I should let you stay a little longer then." She said, going back to her desk.
Kurama woke up on his own an hour later. The sterile smell of the nurses office stung his nose. He told the nurse that he felt better and walked back to his class. The hallway was empty apart from a few students skipping class only to end up stuck in a silent hallway, too frightened of being caught to talk to one another. Kurama walked past them, not even giving them a second look because seeing them was so common. He expected that Yusuke was there somewhere, hiding from a biology test.
Kurama did see Yusuke there. He had always thought that it was funny. The great sprit detective, not afraid of pain or death, was frightened into hiding from a simple test. Kurama had always thought hat biology was easy. It was simple because everything happened for a reason. It wasn't like other subjects that had no reason for something to happen. It could also have been the fact that the biology teacher was obsessed with plants, one of Kurama's favorite topics.
School was almost over when Kurama got back to class. The teacher was clearly not happy to see him getting back so late. He uttered an apology before taking his seat. The last ten minutes of class were pure torture on him. His soul ached to be freed from the oppressive classroom. He had never thought of the classroom that way before. He had always enjoyed school, as much as possible that is.
The bell rang , not a moment too soon for anyone in the building. Students poured out of the classrooms like a flood. Teacher reveled in their now empty classrooms, glad to see the students gone. Everywhere people were shouting to their friends far down the halls and getting responses back. Lockers slammed shut and book bags were lifted to their homes on the backs of students. Everyone was glad to be out of the classrooms and were rushing to be the first one out of the building.
It was only Kurama that wasn't in a rush. He stayed in the classroom longer. He was watching out the door, waiting for a safe passage to his locker. It would be a long wait because he had to cross the hall and then go against the flow of bodies. To do such a thing in a hall crowded with students looking to leave was as good as suicide. He knew that there was a serious chance of getting trampled to death, no one brave enough to stop walking long enough to help him up for fear of being dragged under as well.
Once the raging river had ebbed, he dared to go out. He went over to his locker and entered the combination. To no one's great surprise, it did not open. He entered the combination again without any better success. He tried once more before leavening school. The locker had not opened the third time so he was forced to carry his heavy books home.
"Only three more hours." He said as he walked out of the school. "Only three more hours until the next meeting."
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Reviews+Time=Updates