Author: Hooray, new story! Well, it isn't exactly new….I've had it tucked away somewhere for awhile. I just am finally posting it! It's four chapters so far, working on a fifth. OC's include Jenny Masaki and Tezirit Thanatron, whom I claim 50/50 rights to. I don't own Yu-Yu-Hakusho OR DNAngel and don't ask me to update Midnight's Curse for awhile because IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN. These are the last bits of fic you get before the summer! I won't be able to post over the summer…unless I can get in contact with oOforeverobsessedOo, which will be difficult since we'll both be busy. So I hope you like it, minna! Here we go!
We Are the Transfer
Stage 1: Survival Tips
'I can't believe this…Why us?' Daisuke Niwa whined for the seventh time that morning. He earned a sigh from the depths of his subconscious.
Daisuke….why is it such a big deal? Dark challenged, beginning to get irritated by his other half's complaining. It's not like you got turned over to the police and accused of being the Phantom Thief or anything…
The red-head's stomach churned. 'But that could be the next step!' He argued. Clutching his book bag to the new blue school uniform that clashed horribly with his hair, he turned into a classroom.
You worry too much. Dark muttered, kicking back and watching in amusement. Just deal with it!
'But Dark…' Daisuke began, only to be yanked out of the conversation by a teacher with untidy brown hair and a horribly buck-toothed overbite. He gave the nervous teen a looking-over with his squinty eyes before turning to the class.
"This is one of our transfer students from Azumano Middle School. Hopefully he will teach some of you a thing or two about manners." He barked in a frog-like voice. He glanced at Daisuke. "Well? Introduce yourself, boy!" He ordered.
Daisuke was jolted by the command. "Y-yes sir….My name is Niwa Daisuke. It's nice to meet you all…" He said half-heartedly, bowing a little as his ruby eyes remained wide and timid.
"Thank you, Niwa. Take the seat next to Yukimora and try not to make too much of a racket." The teacher pointed to the desk beside a girl with dark brown hair that brushed her shoulders and rich chocolate eyes to match. Daisuke obediently sat, not working up the nerve to ask the teacher's name. With the other students calling for him, it wouldn't take too horribly long to pick it up…hopefully.
Meanwhile…
"Mr. Urameshi! How nice of you to join us." Mr. Tekenaka waved towards a seat in the back of the room; an empty desk that seemed to be neglected. "We're just about to start class."
Yusuke rolled his dark brown eyes. "Yeah, yeah—don't waste your breath, old man." He muttered, trudging back to his desk and reclining in the chair. He took a quick look around the classroom, to find that nothing had changed since he'd last been there.
The adolescent blinked when his eyes found two girls sitting side by side near the front of the room. They hadn't been there before he had skipped. One of the two had her auburn hair tied back by a pink ribbon and the rest fell down past her shoulders, while the other kept her chestnut locks cut to her earlobes. Both had the same russet eyes.
'Who the hell are they?' Yusuke wondered, flipping open his book bag and inconspicuously watching.
"Class, before we begin," Mr. Takenaka began in his assured principal voice. "I would like you all to meet your new classmates. Girls, come on up."
The two new girls nodded at each other and headed up to stand on either side of the teacher.
"These two are transfers from Azumano Middle School. I expect you all to welcome them."
The girl with the longer hair smiled. "Good morning! My name is Harada Risa!" She introduced. The girl beside her nodded.
"And I'm Harada Riku. It's nice to meet you all!" She said cheerfully.
'Riku and Risa Harada…' Yusuke echoed in his mind. Shrugging, he closed his eyes and prepared for a long nap.
Think of it this way, Satoshi-sama…Krad drawled with a smirk. At least now you won't have that horrid Niwa boy talking at you until you feel your brain melting.
'You aren't helping.' Satoshi shot back, wishing he'd not left his glasses at home. He needed something to push up the bridge of his nose, to take his mind away from his nuisance of an other half. 'Could you keep to yourself for just one day?'
Krad frowned. But, my dear Satoshi-sama…
'Don't start.' Satoshi cut him off.
"Hiwatari, perhaps you could stop glaring at your book long enough to tell me the answer to question four." Mr. Iwamoto snapped, quickly pulling the teen back to class.
With a glance at the problem, Satoshi replied, "The answer is one times the square root of five."
Mr. Iwamoto growled slightly. "Correct." He ground out. "Cocky transfers…" He went off into muttering just as the bell rang.
As Satoshi gathered up his things, he took note of a shadow looming over him. It was quite a bit taller than himself.
"Hey punk," A scratchy-voiced teen growled indignantly, "you trying to make the rest of us look stupid?"
The blue-haired teen didn't look up. "By the looks of things, you don't need me to help you accomplish that, do you?" He murmured quietly, ignoring Krad's maniacal laughter on the edge of his mind.
He felt the buffoon glaring at him. "Why, you little…"
"Kuwabara!" Mr. Iwamoto interrupted, shoving the taller boy away from Satoshi. "You have already gotten yourself quite a few detentions for fighting. Don't add to them!"
The oaf named Kuwabara nodded reluctantly. "Yes, sir…" He grumbled, glancing back at Satoshi. "You ain't worth my time, punk."
Damn… Krad sighed, disappointed. I was hoping he would start a fight. Then I might defend you, Satoshi-sama.
'Shut up, Krad.' Satoshi grumbled, rubbing his temples. Maybe Niwa was having as bad a day as he was.
"Oh no, oh no!" Daisuke wailed in dismay. "I think Miss Harada is in my next class….what am I gonna do?"
Aww, poor Daisuke! Want me to take over? Dark offered with a grin.
"NO!" He whined.
"Excuse me, Niwa?" A soft voice interrupted his meltdown, the owner laying a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Daisuke turned to the voice, his cheeks and ears red from nerves and embarrassment. "Oh, Miss Yukimora!" He sighed. "I'm alright. Just a bit ruffled from the newness of this place." He assured, forcing a smile.
The girl smiled back. "You can call me Keiko, Niwa. Welcome to Sarayashikii." She said cheerily. A bell toned and she looked up at the PA in the hallway. "Time to get to class! See you soon, Niwa!" She waved, running off in the other direction.
Daisuke watched her go. "Wow…she's nice." He murmured.
Does this mean I get Riku, then? Dark asked hopefully. The younger boy's ears started to burn again. "DARK!" He cried. Silence fell over the foyer and Daisuke noticed that everyone there was staring at him like he was psycho.
Oh, the cheek-burning shame of it all.
"Here's a survival tip, kid," Someone broke the silence, a raven-haired boy in a green version of the uniform walking past him. "Don't yell out to invisible people in public."
Blinking, Daisuke followed after the strange boy.
End Chapter 1
Author: Well. Not much to say. There's the first chapter! I'll try to get the second chapter up here as well. Have fun! Ciao!