Hello sweethearts! I was going to put up a chapter of suddenly demonic, but I've gone and lost my damn notebook. That is the problem with hand writing everything before typing it up. So I give you Humanoid(e). I think you'll like Abby.
Disclaimer: I have once again stolen the boys and molded them to my will... err, agreed to write up the story they cooked up in my head. They swear they'll go back to usual after. Title belongs to a lovely german band by the name of Tokio Hotel. Humanoid(e) is the title track off their latest album. If you haven't heard it, you should.
She looked to her left for the fourth time in the first ten minutes of class. Once again the boy with gelled black hair and impish brown eyes nodded a hello. She looked back at her notebook and desperately tried to fight the urge to look right again. She knew there was an orange haired boy on that side keeping one eye on the teacher and one eye on her. 'College is bad enough without stalkers.'
She prayed hard that the end of the lesson that day would see her walking to the next class only in the company of her closest bestie. She quickly copied down the homework assignment and was one of the first out the door.
Her nerves were frazzled. It wasn't so much that the boys sat close by, lost of boys tried to get close to her like that. It was that they were always on the same sides, always two rows away, and always five paces behind between classes. Their stealth was pathetic. 'Sensei K would kick them out of class for following like that.' The thought made her grin.
It was the second week of being followed by those two. Eight since her parents died. Nine since the semester started. She was beginning to think she was cursed, save for the considerable inheritance she gained after her parents passed. Enough to pay off the house she'd gotten close to campus and live comfortably for many years.
"Hey Abby, still have your honour guard?" a female voice broke through her musings.
"Hey Sue. Last I checked, they were still in epic ninja fail." Abby sighed. She pushed her black fringe out of her eyes again.
Sue laughed. "You should talk to them. They're kind of cute, as far as creepaziod stalkers go."
Abby playfully backhanded her friend's arm. "Susan! You're not supposed to attempt to date the creepy stalker types!"
"Excuse me, miss," a male voice broke through their conversation, "could you help me, I think I'm lost again."
Abby turned. The speaker had masses of impossibly arterial blood red* hair and clear, emerald eyes. "Um, hi. Where are you headed?"
"I'm trying to get to my class in Smythe Hall." He blushed a little.
Sue linked arms with him. "We can do you one better, handsome. We just so happen to be heading to a class in Smythe."
Abby gently pried her friend from the boy. "Sue! Please stop manhandling him!" She turned to the red head. "I apologize for her. She was raised by wolves until she turned twelve."
The boy smiled and ignored Sue's indignant yelp. "Its quite alright, I've gotten used to it over the years."
The trio started across the street.
"What's your name?" Abby asked.
"Suichi." He bowed slightly. "Suichi Minamino, transfer from Tokyo U. And you are?"
Abby returned the bow. "Abby DuMakai. I know, its a weird name."
Sue offered her hand. "Sue Smith."
Suichi ignored the hand. "Pleasure to meet you both."
Abby elbowed her friend in the ribs. "He's Japanese, sot."
"Abby, your family name is a mixture of French and Japanese, is it not?" Suichi asked, hiding a chuckle politely behind his hand.
"It is. Mum and Dad made it up. Dad was French, and Mum was Japanese, and when they started over, they started from scratch." Abby nodded. Her eyes belied the sadness at the mention of her parents.
"My apologies, I did not know your parents were an uncomfortable subject, Abigail." Suichi said.
"Not Abigail. My proper name is Abernathy Lauren DuMakai." Abby mumbled.
"She kinda hates Abernathy, but keeps it because of her dad. Both her parents were killed in a wreck the week after the semester started." Sue explained softly.
Suichi's eyes grew wide. "Gomenasai. Watashi wa shimasendeshita..."
Abby waved her hand. "Sore wa daijōbuda. Really. People die, that's how the world works." she chuckled slightly. "I have to warn you, I've picked up an honour guard of late, and they may take offense to you."
Suichi glanced behind them. "Black hair, impish eyes, and orange hair?"
"That would be them. They've been following me in some kind of epic fail at being ninjas for two weeks. Thank the good and kind gods its my last class."
"Last class of the day, Anthropology. How in the hell did I let you talk me into that one?" Sue sighed.
"Who do you have?" Suichi asked.
"Gretchen." the girls chorused in reply.
Suichi frowned and nodded. "She is such a hard ass. Two five page papers in the first two weeks of class?"
"How did I not see you in class yet? Your hair would be very hard to miss." Abby asked.
"I am usually a minute or two late. This campus is very confusing." Suichi laughed. He held the door to the class room open for the girls, then followed them in.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, we gotcha covered when our schedules mesh." Sue grinned.
They found a few seats together and sat.
"Got any classes after?" Sue asked
"Botany, with Wheeler." Suichi nodded.
Abby gasped. "You lucky jerk! I wanted in his class big time."
Suichi grinned. "The man is a master at what he does."
"I know!" Abby said excitedly. "He teaches a herbal lore class at the occult bookshop on main."
Abby took advantage of the momentary pause to scan the room. She sighed in relief when she didn't see her stalkers.
Sue giggled. "Don't look behind you Abbs."
Abby looked. Two rows up and to the left, and she saw the familiar pair. "why me?" she wailed softly and sunk into her seat.
"I could always go talk to them for you." Suichi offered with an amused grin.
"Always playing the knight in fucking shining armor." a gruff voice grumbled. It belonged to the short boy with spiked hair and red eyes who had sat on Suichi's other side.
"Hiei!" Suichi hissed, embarrassment evident in his voice, "there are ladies present!" He turned to said ladies. "Abby, Sue, this is Hiei, one of my housemates."
Abby leaned forward. "Nice to meet you."
"Hn." Hiei crossed his arms and stared down at where the professor was just walking through a semi-hidden door.
Have I sparked your curiousity? Tell me if you want more.
*arterial blood is a brighter red than the stuff that comes out when you get a paper cut or skin your knee. I'm thinking that's closer to the red of Kurama's hair than crimson.
All of the buildings mentioned are actual buildings on the University of Delaware campus. Except for the bookstore, I made that up, because there are no occult bookstores in Newark. I based the bookstore off Bell Book and Candle in Dover. Love that place.