The Random Nonsense of Rain Kisuki

Chapter 1: First Day, Silly Teacher!

I'm Rain Star Kisuki. I go to Bakuten High as a 16 year old Junior. I'm sorta short! I may be 5 feet tall, but still! I have black hair that people constantly say is just like Bokura's from Yu-gi-oh, except, as I said, black. I happen to hate the show so I generally get mad and well…yeah.

I have silver eyes, well some of the time at least. My eyes are silver when I'm not feeling emotions, a light green shiny kind of color when I'm comfortable, blood red when I'm mad, brown when I'm confused, bright blue when I'm happy, a light pink when I'm embarrassed, gold when I'm curious or listening, and finally purple when I'm daydreaming or bored. Yup, that's all I can remember, might be a few other colors though. I have pink lips and pale skin, not any acne, no freckles, nothing. I go out in daylight every freaking day, but I always look the same: ghost-white! Now wardrobe right? I'm currently wearing a black t-shirt with a purple star on it in the middle with a black see-through shirt with sleeves down to my elbows under. I also sported black caprees and black and purple sneakers; the sneakers looking as though they'd fall apart any second. Of course there were accessories though! Note: sarcasm. I had one silver stud in my right ear, a black chocker that covered about a third of my neck, with a purple teardrop hanging from it that looked real, and a silver heart hanging from a silver chain; which was wrapped around it is if trying to strangle the heart, on my left ear.

Now, I could give you my life story or I could tell you that I'm from Russia, I moved to Bakuten, Japan, and met up with my best friend Tala. Isn't that good enough? No? Okay, so I moved here when I was a freshman, met up with this dude named Tala, and met my new best friends, Enrique, Johnny, Ozuma, and Bryan. I have a few other friends, but I'm too lazy to name them, so yeah. Speak of the devils… Here they come, running like a giant, three-eyed blob of death is chasing them… Heh, yeah, let's go with that.

Ok, so Tala is an idiot, a pervert, obnoxious, and completely clueless. He is nice some of time, but not a lot of the time. He is amazing in math though, really weird. Anyhow, Enrique…He is a lot like Tala. He's a pervert, he's obnoxious, but a bit less clueless…well no, no he's not. He is the worst student ever! Still, he isn't as mean as Tala. He is nice most the time, in a weird, annoying way though.

Right, so there's Johnny... He thinks he's god. No, no. I am not kidding! He looks at people like they're the scum of earth. He has the worst temper on the planet. I swear, he yells every other word. He complains all the time too, but I'm still his friend. Not sure why, but nevertheless I am, in fact, his friend.

Then there's Ozuma. He's pretty cool. He's smart, not a pervert, calm, not a pervert, quiet, and well, not a pervert. Seriously, all my guy-friends but him and Bryan are like seriously screwed in the head. He does get a bit mad though. The only real problem is he likes almost nothing, its real annoying for Christmas and birthday shopping.

Okay, so then there's Bryan. He is so freackin' awesome. Bryan's like a big brother, not the annoying kind that picks on you though. He takes care of me and beats up anyone and anything that he thinks might make me displeased in the least. Really helpful at times, but he gets in trouble because of it…a lot. If he's mad it's so hard to control, but I somehow manage to stop him most of the time. Also, he is like Ozuma in the hard-to-shop-for way, but if I only give him a card I made he'd say it was the best gift he ever got because his little sister made it. Isn't that so sweet!? So, because he does that, I always make him some awesome present that required a lot of thought. I feel it's necessary since he's so nice about it when I forget something. Soooo…those are some of my friends. Yup… alright then. Maybe I should talk to them now…? Nahhh. They're staring at me, huh? Wonder why.

"Rain?" Tala asked as I stare blankly.

"Uggh! What's with you? You always stare off into the distance with that stupid look! Can see the future or something? Do you see things? Holy crap!" Enrique ranted and then seemed to realize something.

"You see dead people!?" he and Tala shouted in unison.

"Can you see fluffy?" Enrique asked eagerly.

"Fluffy?" Tala questioned.

"Yeah, my pet snake! She died though," Enrique sniffled.

"Aww, I feel your pain, dude. My pet mosquito died," Tala connected, "My mom kept complaining about diseases and crap so, she shot him.

"Your mom shot a bug?" Bryan sweatdropped, "With a gun?"

"Yup! She missed and shot threw the wall a few hundred times though. Bug are damn hard to hit you know! I miss him so much! I miss the ammo more, but poor Lola!" Tala wept.

"You named a boy Lola? And how'd you know he's a boy?" Enrique questioned.

"Yes and because he only came out when there was a girl nearby."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's why," said Ozuma, "So, he came out whenever you were around?" He smirked.

"I resent that!" Tala retorted.

"We know you represent that, Tala," Johnny chuckled.

"Shut, the freaking hell, up!" Bryan growled.

"Fluffy the snake? Lola the mosquito?" Ozuma questioned, "What the hell is wrong with you two? What about her seeing dead people? Don't you think she might just daydream a lot? You two need therapy, really bad!" Good ol' Ozuma. Ha ha! Okay, so they may be weird but…they're my idiots. So I guess I gotta talk now…

"Uhh guys?" I mumbled

"Yeah?" they asked in unison.

"Shut up."

"Right. Gotchya sir, ma'am, person, lady, miss!" Tala replied, saluting with a stupid grin on his face.

"Shut up Tala! I won't let you infect her with your idiocy!" Bryan snapped, giving Tala a "light" punch and picking me up and hugging me protectively. Tala glared at him, but at least he shut up.

"Thanks Ry-ry!" I said cuddling closer to him affectionately.

"Of course!" he replied happily. He's awesome! He punches Tala all the time, it's just so much fun too watch! Ha, ha, ha! Tala's pain! Yay! Funny!
"Uhh… Rain, why are you laughing so hard?" Ozuma asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Enrique questioned, "My wonderful Fluffy is doing a wonderful trick of wonderful wonder! She's so wonderfully wonderful!"

"Say wonderful one more time, and I'll rip your mouth off!" Johnny snapped.

"Wonderful scolding, Johnny. You're so wonderfully wonderful at scolding! It's a wonderful gift from the wonderful heavens of wonder! I wonder if I will ever be so wonderfully wonderful at wonderfully scolding so wonderfully!" Tala complimented. Ozuma and Johnny exchanged looks, before decking both Enrique, and Tala. Bryan slapped his forehead, before dragging his hand down his face roughly.

"Why am I friends with them?" he wondered aloud.

"You're friends with them? Since when?" I muttered, slightly disgusted.

"Oh. Right! It's hard to remember when they start to brainwash you," he replied.

So, this is how I get to spend the morning of my first day of school. Yeah, kinda sucks, right? So I guess I better mention school to them… Or maybe I can run off while they're distracted! That'd be wonderful! God, that word's like virus or something! Viruses are NOT wonderful, ya know? They do stuff to computers that can do bad things. Yup…bad things. Anyhow…eww school! It reeks of education! I'm stadin' in front of the dump a.k.a. school, just so ya know. We've arrived in hell, captain! One small step for me, one wonderful step for psychopaths! I know, I wanna kill me too! Eh? I'm suicidal? Nope. Just insane. Believe it or not, I am in fact part of the group of idiots surrounding me. Who'da guessed! Thanks for your support! I own a chainsaw you know…hehehe. So here we are…standing here. Yup. Enter? Nahhh, I'm good. Oooo! Me gots idea good: me say that out loud. Yay!!!

"So here we are…standing here. Yup. Enter? Nahhh, I'm good. Oooo! Me gots idea good: me say that out loud. Yay!!!" I chirped happily.

"What the freaking hell was that supposed to mean?" Ozuma asked.

"…"

"Do you even know?"

"It made sense in my head!" I whined.

"It makes perfect sense to me!" said Tala, grinning from ear to ear.

"I bet it does," said Bryan in a you-are-messed-up-but-I'll-pretend-you're-normal-so-you-don't-bother-me-even-more-if-that's-possible-for-insulting-you-you-damn-idiot kinda way.

"Tala…your hair is red…" Johnny said blankly.

"That is true," replied Tala.

"I have red hair too," he added.

"That is also true," Tala said.

"…"

"…"

"BROTHER!!!" they shouted in unison before stretching out their arms and running towards each other…Only to run passed each other and hit their heads on something. Johnny ran into a tree, Tala into a chimpanzee. You don't believe me? Damn! You normal people don't have any… 3!!IMAGINATION!!3! Yup, I do that whenever I say the word. SO, maybe it wasn't a chimpanzee…it was a telephone pole. They're very similar if you use your 3!!IMAGINATION!!3 though. It has been 5 minutes…Bryan looks worried so now I will speak.

"Do we go in now?" I mumbled.

"I guess…" replied a bored Ozuma.

"I like air conditioning. It's very…airy…" I sighed.

"True…I guess," he said, once again bored.

"Right so lets walk…" I said.

"I guess…" he grumbled.

"Will you carry me?" I questioned. "I broke my legs," I lied.

"I gue-NO!" he barked.

"Damn… that woulda worked with Tala!" I sighed. And so we all entered the school courtyard. Glares on our faces, droop in our steps we entered the school, with no race for the stress.

"Muhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa haaahahahahahahahaaaa!" I burst out laughing.

Everyone in the area looked at me with freaked out faces. To tell you the truth; all my laughter is evil. My chuckles, my giggles, and my uhhh… other forms of laughter, all sound evil.

"Ummm… miss? Would you mind telling me what is so amusing that it requires so much strong, disturbing laughter," said a lady with a "no jokes, no laughter, no fun" look.

"Ehh, nothin. I just made this rhyme in my head! Wanna hear?" I asked, bubbly as hell. Hehe, bubbly as hell. Oxymoron…heh. Wait…what's an oxymoron?

"No tha-"

"Glares on our faces, droop in our steps we entered the school, with no race for the stress. I'm like a regular, everyday Dr. Seuss? Wight?" I said, giving her my cute baby-like eyes no one could resist along with my trademark pout.

"Quite." She said in a disapproving tone, unaffected by my adorableness. Kinda pissed me off. She's the only one who hasn't been affected by it. It's weird when something you're so accustomed to have suddenly become different. You're oblivious to these peculiar situations and addled greatly, unsure of how to react. Ya know? Damn. I want chocolate!!! And so I voiced my thoughts..

"I want chocolate! NOW!!!" I whined.

"Miss, if you brought chocolate, you can eat it at lunch."

"I said," my voice was dark, like an extremely violent demon's, "I want chocolate NOOOOOW!!!!!!" Flames surrounded me, and when I exhaled I breathed them. The students in the hall, the strict lady person, and my idiots + Ozzy (that's what I call Ozuma when he isn't here or when I'm thinking) were all scared. Only Bryan was neutral, watching the very repetitive situation. He sighed and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a brown Hershey bar. I suddenly shrank, the fire was gone, and my eyes were bright blue, big, round, and sparkling with tears of joy. He snapped off a rectangle from the bar and handed it to me. I snatched it eagerly and shoved it in my mouth, savoring every second.

"…Ya know, that still freaks me out!" said Enrique, snapping out of it.

"Ditto here," nodded Tala.

"…*shudder*…" the mean lady was petrified. Hehe! I scared her! Serves her right. I'm so freakin' cute and she doesn't even care. Sigh. I'm bored. Ozzy is staring, Bryan is bored, and the lady isn't moving.

"Umm.…?" I poked the lady. She fell over. "Whoops! Heehee."

"What now?" Ozuma asked.

"Uh, I vote we leave and pretend this never happened," said Tala.

"You guys do know," said some random person, "that's the vice principal, right?"

"Of coooooooourse we knew that! Hehehe, eep!" I replied.

"Riiiight. Good luck with that," he sweatdropped and then left, leaving our little group in the hall.

"You didn't even know who the V.P. was?" Ozzy asked. I blushed a little and scratched the back of my head sheepishly. Bryan shrugged and proceeded off through some hallway. I followed him, since we had the same homeroom, as did Tala and Enrique. We enter the classroom and choose our seats. There were four rows, and I sat in the third back, at the seat closest to the window. Tala sat behind me, and Bryan was next to him, diagonal from me. Enrique sat in front of me and was sitting backwards in his seat so he could talk to us. Next to him was some girly girl with shoulder-length light brown hair who was chatting with her friends, and he chooses to watch her through the corner of his eye. I glared, knowing he was going to make her regret the day she sat there. Other than her, there were about 17 more students in the room, meaning we had a 22 people homeroom, unless someone was late. The door opened and in walked our new teacher. Last year I had Ms. Tadpole, yeah, that's her name…and not only that, she was a freaky old bat that ended up in rehab on the last month of school. This new teacher, on the other hand, looked about 24ish, had brown hair, and looked like a normal human being. He actually looked like a senior.

"Morning class. I'm your homeroom and possibly history teacher, Mr. Takaito. I hope to have a great year with you. Also, I hope you actually pay attention this year, seeing as some of you were in my class last year, coughTalacough and failed to listen to a single word I said," spoke Mr. Takaito.

"Karok, man, how've ya been? Have ya got yourself a chick yet? Dude, I swear, it's all because of your hair! I mean look at my hair," said Tala familiarly, "and I'm a total babe magnet."

"Tala…please don't make me give you detention. Your mother keeps trying to ask me out when I try to talk to her about you. I don't want a repeat of last time," he sighed.

"What happened last time?" asked the girl sitting next to Enrique.

"I'd rather not talk about it. Let's just say…don't turn down someone if they ask you on a date, and happen to have a loaded gun."

"I wuv my mommy! She's so wonderful!" Tala laughed. Most of my friends moaned, getting weird looks from the other students.

"O.K. I don't even want to know!" said Mr. Takaito. "Oh! That's right! Schedules, schedules…Now where did I put those? Hmm…" he rummaged through his already cluttered desk. "Ahh! Here they are!" He pulled a manila folder (that's what you call em' right?) out from between a pile of books. The books toppled off the desk and landed on his foot. He jumped on one foot, holding the injured foot in one hand, before tripping and landing on his chair. The chair just happened to be one of those wheely ones, so he was slid over to a bookcase and crashed into it. At that exact moment the door opened, indicating the arrival of a late student. Before we could even look at him, a bookcase, 50 plus books, and a homeroom and possibly my history teacher, Mr. Takaito, all crashed on top of him.

"Owwwww!" cried the klutz that was my teacher.

"…I don't like public school," came a mumble from under the pile.

"Uhh…OH! Sorry! I'm getting off now!" shouted Mr. Takaito, jumping up so quickly that he slipped on a book and landed on the bookcase, smashing it on top of the displeased student's back. "Whoops…" he mumbled, getting up more carefully this time.

He pushed the bookcase into the hallway and began digging through the books. The student stood up, and if looks could kill, Mr. Takaito would have been killed, summoned back to life with some creepy ritual, only to be killed again.

"I don't like you," said the student, brushing himself off and pushing his silver hair out of his eyes. It dazzled the class's eyes with the sun shining through the window on him, especially when you compared it to the dark royal blue hair that lay beyond it. Of course, his hair was dull and drab when you compared it to his burning, crimson eyes, hotter than the flames of the hell he'd probably already damned us all to the second he walked into our wonderful, little, sophomore class of 23.

"Kai Hiwatari is the name. I look forward to making your lives a living hell," he spoke in his deep, intoxicating voice, a sexy smirk sliding its way onto his lips,

"Class 2-A."