DISCLAIMER: I'll figure out what/who I do and don't own later, at this point let's just say I don't own anything.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another cheesy reincarnation fic with another cheesy title ~_~ Well, hopefully it's a bit more than that, I tried, I really tried!
I started writing this back in... August I think? Before I started looking at any FY fanfiction. So while I've succumbed to the curse of the Overdone Plot I hope mine's a bit different than what's usually put up here.
Oh yes, I'm already VERY far into this one, on chapter 17. It's my original baby ~_~ So I know what's going to happen with the plot, what all goes on, etc. I just have to get it posted. I'm having a good time with this one, it's fun to write (most of the time).
Warning: written with no knowledge of OVA 3. Also some swearing, light in this chapter, heavy in others. Gets dark later.
Have fun! ~_~
"REIJIROU!" His mother's voice echoed down the hall. "GET YOURSELF OUT HERE OR YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! Baka, of all the days to sleep in..."
"Mm cmphinng!" Reijirou pulled the shirt the rest of the way over his head and tried again. "I'm coming, just hang on! Shoes shoes shoes..." He hurtled over the bed from the closet to the door, grabbing one sneaker by the laces and cursing his alarm clock to all the depths of all the hells he could think of. It HAD to be that morning the damn thing decided to not work, didn't it?! The year sure as hell wasn't getting off to a good start. Broken alarm clock, missing shoe... "A-HAH! SHOE!" Reijirou charged out of his room, down the hall, and into the bathroom and snatched up the other sneaker from the tile floor. He quickly sat on the edge of the tub and pulled them both on, tying the laces in messy knots before grabbing for his toothbrush and the Crest.
His reflection in the steamy mirror (Chiaki must've used all the hot water again) caught his eye and he took a moment to inspect his fresh hair cut. It was shaggy and kind of short, although still longer than most of his friends'. It was a good thing he'd done it the day before, or he would've started classes looking almost like a girl. The thought made him burst out laughing: him, Enomoto Reijirou, a girl?! Ridiculous! True, he usually looked a bit more polished than he did at the moment, but the jeans, sneakers, white t-shirt, and flannel shirt made him look just like any other student. College student, he reminded himself. Which was what he was now. And-
"REIIII-JIII-ROOOOOUUUUUUUUU!" He nearly fell over at the force in his mother's voice. "NOW!"
"COMING!" Out the bathroom, down the hall, pulling on the flannel shirt at the same time, and into the main room where his mother was waiting to neatly stuff a toasted English muffin (with butter and jelly) in his open mouth, having had much practice at this with Hajime.
"Ffannsh," he mumbled, scrambling around for the car keys.
"Swallow, then speak."
He followed directions. "Thanks. Where's Chiaki and Hajime?"
"She's downstairs waiting on you WITH THE KEYS and he's already at school, taking a practice exam," Enomoto-san said, pushing him towards the door at the same time.
"Practice exams this early in the year? Uhh, anou, bye Mom! Arigato!" He quickly kissed her cheek and hightailed it out of there before she threw him out a window, as her look said she was very capable of doing.
"Nee-chan! Thanks for waiting!" Reijirou didn't bother to open the door, just vaulted into the beat up little convertible he and his sister shared, throwing his bag in the tiny backseat and hurriedly snapping on his seatbelt.
"No problem, just don't make this a regular habit! What happened to you this morning anyway?! You're usually down here before I am!" Chiaki put the car in gear and gunned it out of the apartment building's parking lot, making Reijirou crash against the door. No doubt about it, driving with his sister was taking your life in your hands.
"Damn stupid busted clock! It picked today to not work! I seriously gotta get a new one." He wolfed down the rest of the English muffin before it could fly out of his grasp. "And then none of my good clothes were clean, and then I couldn't find my shoes!"
Chiaki grinned and depressed the gas even more, exceeding the speed limit by a good thirty kilometres. "You have to get a new routine now, Reijirou-chan, you've made it to the big leagues!" She took one hand off the steering wheel (Reijirou gulped) and ruffled his hair. "Good choice on the hair cut by the way, you were beginning to look like me!"
"Heeeyyyy, knock it off baka, or I'll make sure you don't get this crate for a week."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." He grinned innocently, a look that could only mean he was planning something on the very worst end of unpleasant.
"You... So, what class you gonna be late for, hmm?"
"It's, uhh, I know it... Not math... English Thursday...... Umm, lemme check." He reached behind his seat and grabbed his bag, while Chiaki rolled her eyes. "Reijirou-chan, you don't even know your SCHEDULE?! What happened to you this summer?!"
"I don't know, ask my brain, it knows more than- FOUND IT!" Reijirou hunched behind the windshield to protect the fragile paper from the gale force winds and found the proper block on the paper. "Here: 'Monday, 9:00 AM, Ancient Civi-' NANI?! Ancient Civilizations?! I didn't sign up for that!"
"You didn't declare a major, AND you decided late, so you got stuck in whatever classes they had left. Deal with it, and see if you can change out after today." She glanced at the dashboard clock. "I'm not gonna do much better than you, I've got Microchemistry at 9:30 and Ibi-sensei wants us there at least fifteen minutes early to set up. HOLD ON!"
VRRRRRROOOOMMMMM.
Five minutes later, at 9:08, having nearly run two red lights and also nearly hitting a passing dog, the convertible pulled into the Seinan student parking lot. Reijirou spilled out of the car, grabbed his bag, and ran for the room his class was in, leaving poor Chiaki yelling after him to help her find a space.
His watch read 9:10 as he sprinted down the hall towards the room, silently blessing three years of track as he barely breathed hard, noting the room numbers as he passed them. He screeched to a stop outside room 37B and pressed his ear to the door, hoping for a miracle and that sensei had been late as well. Luck, yet again, was not with him, and he heard the clear tones of a fairly young male voice loudly talking through the paneling. He groaned. Today is just NOT my day... He quietly opened the door and slipped inside the mostly dark room, a vague idea of slipping to a chair before sensei noticed him forming in his brain. And being squashed flat as the man standing in the brightest part of the room, not turning towards the door, clearly said "Enomoto Reijirou, I'm guessing."
Reijirou slouched and groaned silently. "Hai, sensei. Gomen nasai. I'm late on the first day of class."
"Hai, you are." The man's voice wasn't harsh or disapproving. If anything, it sounded disappointed, which Reijirou found worse than the other two. "Well, come down here and give me your excuse."
The room was built like a very small amphitheatre, with the half-circle shaped lecture area like the stage, and the thirty to forty students' seats and foldaway desktops perched on the tiers. The only door to the room opened on what would have been stage left, with a narrow stairway down the tiers to the lecture area. The lights in the rest of the room had been turned off to allow sensei to use the overhead projector. Reijirou was reminded of nothing so much as walking on to a stage with a full house as he walked slowly down the stairs, into the light, the eyes of all the other students following this slacker who cared so little about his future that he'd show up late on the first day. Reijirou grimaced with every step, definitely not liking the class so far, and cleared his throat to get sensei's attention when he reached the lecture area before schooling his face into a neutral expression, waiting for the explosion.
Sensei capped his pen and turned around, giving Reijirou his first clear look at him. He appeared to be in his late twenties at most, with blue-green hair not much shorter than Reijirou's own. He was dressed a lot more casually than Reijirou was used to in teachers, in a simple dark blue shirt and black pants; in fact, he'd like to know where sensei bought his clothes. The light reflected off a pair of square reading glasses that hid his eyes, yet even they looked pretty cool. Sensei definitely knew how to dress.
Reijirou blinked his hazel eyes against a feeling of déjà vu as sensei absently beckoned him up to the large desk, sitting in the rolling office chair behind it, picking up a ballpoint pen and writing in the thin spiral-bound book on the large blotter. "Enomoto... Reijirou... And why were you late, Enomoto?" he asked, continuing to write.
"My alarm clock broke."
"A simple one? That's rare, especially on the first day." Sensei kept writing.
"I could make it a lot more colorful if you want," Reijirou said impishly. He heard a few muffled laughs behind him in the tiers.
Sensei grinned wryly at the book, noting the date and the time Reijirou had come in. "And having a comedian in class is even rarer. Keep it down for now Enomoto, you don't want to be late and be reported on the same day, any more than I want to deal with more paperwork."
"Hai sensei."
Sensei dropped the pen on the blotter again and looked up, giving Reijirou a studying look with blue, almost gray eyes. "Now..." He gasped faintly, gray eyes widening in shock. "You... You..."
Reijirou was completely confused. "Nani?"
Sensei stood up slowly, unhooking the glasses from behind his ears, still staring at Reijirou. He leaned forward a little over the desk, making Reijirou bend back at the waist a bit. "Sensei, nani?"
"Nuriko...?" whispered sensei.
AUTHOR'S NOTES II: Well, hopefully it wasn't that bad. Gomen, the first part's pretty short, but the rest gradually get longer... and longer... I hope to be posting another part soon! Ja! ~_~