Hey! Nuu-chan has returned! She has laptop, 8 gig flash drive and wifi! Fear her all mighty reach!!!!
Uh, sorry, just so happy to be submitting again! I got all 3 mentioned items at Christmas and so, that's when THIS little concoction came along into actual writing and not just an idea.
Okay, starts out kind of slow but bear with it. You'll get to meet all of Hotaru's teachers this way and what each thinks of her. This is a Hotaru-centric fic, since there's not enough in the world, but I will be shining the light on various othehr chars as well as possible cameos by the OCs of my friends and myself.
For the "WANT A CAMEO?" option for you to be in my story, go to my Deviant Art account, the link should be on my profile. It'll be a journal labeled with the previous question. If you don't have a DA account, either make one or read the part with a double star!
AGES: (For Naruto, it's mainly the start of the Time Skip (aka Shipudden) ages)
Hotaru/Usa/Naruto/Yoh/etc--15
Natsuki/Mai/Sai/Neji/etc--16
Suzaku/Lelouch/Mori/Kari/etc--17
Nunnally/Lyserg/Jeanne/etc.--14
NOTES:
-No prosthetics (yet)
-No Death Notes/DN Shinigami (yet)
-No Hime/Orphans (yet)
-No Senshi/Celestial Warriors (yet)
-No Alchemy/Britannian Empire (YET)
-No nothing super powered or mystical variety as of YET (As I said, it starts out kind if slow)
A QUICK WARNING: This is NOT how the entire story will go but these beginning chapters will be VERY IMPORTANT in the interactions later on, so DO NOT SKIP AHEAD!
Ghost in the Shell: SAC/Full Metal Alchemist
Mai-Hime/Shaman King/Death Note/Code Geass
Sailor Moon/Fushigi Yuugi/Naruto/Bleach/Karas/InuYasha
"The Blood of the Herald"
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-Chapter 1: First Period-
"Good morning, class. I hope you all slept well last night." Light Yagami greeted, entering classroom 1-B. The students were still milling about, since Light was technically 3 minutes late. "Come now, is this any way to greet your homeroom teacher? Come on, kids—in your seats, in your seats. We need to get our act together before we get complaints from the classrooms around us."
Light watched his students settle in their seats with a fond smile. Being 23 years old with brunette hair and brown eyes, Light had been declared a genius when he was in elementary school. A lot of people believed he'd move up in the world from just being a detective's son. Everyone was surprised when he became the English Literature teacher at Fuuka Academy. Light was happy at his post, getting to help the next generation mold their potential and promise into intelligence and skill.
His class held several promising individuals, like Sakura Haruno, Yukino, Uryuu Ishida, Orihime Inoue and the class ghost, Hotaru Tomoe—er, Senju, a slip up many teachers were still making. Each student was special but these kids simply blossomed…though, only the majority of those listed were happy with it. Hotaru seemed so indifferent, like she couldn't care less about her scores or her work. The girl had the brains to even outwit Shikamaru Nara of 1-E and Shino Abarai, Izuru Kira and Momo Hinamori of 1-A.
At first glance, Hotaru seemed like any other teenage girl with some good looks and a bit of an attitude but you had to really look at her to see what made her worth looking at. Her straight black hair was cut about a quarter inch above her shoulders and pulled into a semi ponytail with her bangs feathering her forehead and wisps by her ears and framing her face. Her amethyst eyes were framed by sleek oval glasses and lush black lashes. Her delicate eyebrows could be quite sharp and were absolutely perfect. Her lips were colored with a deep rose colored gloss and her long nails were French manicured with pretty white glittery designs and a single white rhinestone. Her porcelain colored skin was flawless as far as Light could tell and her lush, curvy body was already perfect in all the right places.
She was dressed in the Fuuka Academy girl's summer uniform except she wore a dark wine colored shirt underneath her white dress shirt. The dress shirt was unbuttoned enough to show off the shirt and still stayed closed. Her vest was open, helping hide the fact that she had such a perfectly slender hourglass figure. Her skirt was actually an inch and a half longer than that of her female classmates' for the sheer fact she was mainly all leg when it came to her height. She wore knee high socks and mid calf boots that laced up the front, mostly personal preference than necessity.
From her ears hung chandelier hoops that matched her top and around her neck was a simple black ribbon, tied in a bow at the front of her throat. Both emphasized the fact that Hotaru was paler than even Hinata Hyuga of 1-A…and yet, they strangely suited her, given it was her personal sense of style.
It seemed to Light that she didn't really understand her effect on people. She somehow found a way to appear ordinary and get looked over like she wasn't really there. Those who were aware of her could not look away. It was like the short list of ex-boyfriends the girl had: sometimes she just affected someone a little too much.
It was all a little too true when one realized she didn't let anyone get close to her, not even someone she was dating. She didn't have very many friends and the few she did have were kind of like her. However, there could never be anyone like her in a hundred lifetimes.
Now, if you had asked Light why he was paying so close attention to one student, he'd say that he was worried about her. That they had been alike when he was a kid, keeping himself closed up enough to protect himself but it wouldn't be the truth, just a very convincing lie. The truth was one that was far more taboo.
Light Yagami had a crushon his 15-year-old student.
It wasn't because she had a great body—there were other girls in the school with the same problem—nor was it because she reminded him of himself in his youth. It was hard to explain but if Light had to pick one thing, it would have to be that there was something about her he wanted to do something about, like she was damaged in some way. The thought was both startling true and insanely absurd, since Hotaru seemed far beyond her years in both maturity level and intelligence, but it was what came to Light's mind.
Of course, the last person to say that she was damaged goods had been her most recent ex and whether from her or by the hands of another party, he was currently in the hospital. Light wasn't sure what exactly happened, except that Hotaru had nothing to do with it. She wouldn't go to such extreme measures to prove a point.
But then again, how could he say for sure?
"Miss Senju, would you kindly pay attention to what's going on inside the classroom, instead out the windows, please?" Light inquired, doing roll without so much as a glance at his students. He knew who was there and who wasn't from the moment he stepped into class. And it was typical to look up and find Hotaru half leaning back in her seat and staring out the window with as much indifference and utter disinterest that she expressed when it came to schoolwork…or anything else, now that Light thought about it.
There were only a few others who shared this expression: Hao Asakura, thought it was only in his eyes, who wasn't quite like his twin brother Yoh, despite being in the same class, 1-D; Sasuke Uchiha, who's placid mood would turn on a dime if he was bothered; Miyu Greer, a 16-year-old adopted by the catholic Father on school grounds; and Sai, a 16-year-old artist who's orientation went towards his own gender, as far as anyone else could tell. And it bothered Light that out of everyone at Fuuka Academy, Hotaru's friend happened to be the last in that list.
Was it because Sai was gay? No…no, it had to be something else…something Light wasn't seeing.
"Miss Senju, if I have to tell you again, you will be spending some of your precious freedom after school with me in detention." Light said a little more firmly. Hotaru closed her eyes and looked away from her window, opening them again as she looked at her teacher. "That's much better, thank you."
As usual, Hotaru didn't say anything and just closed her eyes, like she was bored. Of course, Light knew she hadn't always been this way. He had seen her as a child when he had been in school. She had been cheerful, happy and smiled all the time. Then something happened recently to get her to close up like an anemone sensing danger, taking all that wonderful color that was her self expression and hiding it away. It hadn't been the deaths of her mother, father, family friend or grandmother nor had it been moving in with her paternal cousin. There was something within the last year or so that had totally changed the way Hotaru was behaving.
In all honesty, it worried Light to the bottom of his soul.
"Now, I hope everyone did their homework last night." Light replied, picking up the box of chalk to get the piece he had been using. There were some soft groans that told Light some of them hadn't. It was understandable but Light couldn't excuse it. "Now, now. None of that. All those who didn't do their homework can either receive a zero for the day or pick up a 'late assignment slip' from me to turn it in before school for half credit."
Light, of course, said the same thing every morning but it hadn't gotten at all old, since the ones who needed those late assignment slips usually varied. His shining stars, however, had rarely needed one and Hotaru hadn't needed any. Hell, Light usually found her assignments in his box the next morning when he arrived at school.
"Let's see, where did we leave off yesterday?" Light thought aloud, looking at the black board for a moment. "Oh, that's right: the American novel, Cannery Row…"
Hotaru wasn't listening, letting it just go in one ear out the other but she'd remember every word Light said so he wasn't worried about the lesson. She'd sit like that, lounging a little in her seat with her eyes closed and not fall asleep. Light doubted if she ever slept but she wasn't like his college roommate Rue Ryuzaki, who had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep he got. She always seemed so perfectly awake, never drowsy or tired.
It made Light wonder what she did with herself when she couldn't sleep. Did she read? Did she just surf the web? Did she go out and sit in a club all night? Did she have a whole other side to herself that no one at this school ever saw?
But here was the biggest question of all: did it really concern him?
Wow...a 23-year-old crushing on a 15-year-old instead the other way around....
Anyhoo:
There's something up with our Firefly. Pay close attention to how she interacts with people and how people interact with her. It'll be very important. Also, if you need to understand what the HELL do I mean by the whole "Senju" thing, that'll be in my DA journal as well as my Cameo offer.
Anyway, I is back! Do Read and review, plz!
...cuz I need to find where the disk containing my other story disappeared to...
--NMW