Invisible Camouflage

Chapter 1

There was a calm silence that enveloped the pair as one led the other through the empty hallways. Walking past a window, blue eyes met their reflection. The man in a suit continued forward, not noticing that the one supposed to be trailing him had paused in his footsteps. The pupil snorted at the mirror image of himself. Tall and slender limbs, sun-kissed skin, exotic blue eyes, long and dark hair pulled back into a low pony-tail, and the plain black boy's school uniform. Shaking his head in disbelief, he went to catch up to the man, who had stopped in front of some room and gave him a short explanation of its' use. But the student had mentally tuned him out long ago. Why the man saw fit to introduce him to each and every different classroom was something incomprehensible to the new student.

Letting out a sigh, he moved to follow the man once more, but jerked to a halt, surprised when the man had suddenly turned to look him over. The student gazed hesitantly back, a bit taken off guard at his intensity. Before he could comment, the man pulled back and smiled.

"I'm sure you'll get along fine with all of the other boys. It may take a while to get used to a new school, but it shouldn't be so hard for you. You have a younger brother who had started at the beginning of the term, correct?" The older man asked while turning back to continue on with the tour.

"Uh, yeah." The student's voice droned out in a mellow tone.

The man 'hmm'ed in though but then stopped before another door. "Here we are, your last stop. The teacher will be expecting you."

With that said, he left the teen to stare after the man's retreating form before it disappeared behind a corner. Taking in a deep breath, he turned to the classroom and quietly entered. Immediately after he stepped inside, a hush fell over the room's occupants. Blue eyes blinked uncertainly, noticing how quickly everyone's attention was drawn to him. There was an entire minute of awkward silence while the students took in the new-comer's appearance. As they began whispering to one another, the teacher finally decided to come forward.

"Ah, Higurashi-kun?" His voice is deeper than expected of the gangly-figured man. After receiving a responding nod, the man used one figure to push up his glasses and turned to address his class. "Everyone, this is Higurashi Kagome, your new classmate."

Flicking one hand up in a tiny two-finger wave, Kagome gave the guys a lazy 'Yo' in greeting. Instead of growing bored of the new boy with his ordinary guy-like mannerisms, the students seemed to whisper and stare at him even more fiercely for some reason. Kagome simply brushed it off as them just being curious, considering the strange timing of his transfer into Fujimori.

"Hmm." The teacher's gaze swept over his new student a second time before he moved his eyes to search the others in their seats. "I suppose, it would only be fitting to place you beside Yutaka-kun."

His eyes followed the teacher's finger and stopped on the person he was pointing at. From where he stood, the only thing Kagome could make was the boy's slumped shoulders and light red hair, his face was hidden behind his folded arms on the desk. All in all, it looked like he was either sleeping or trying to hide beneath the teacher's radar in hopes of not gaining another desk neighbor. Glancing to the people around him, Kagome saw that the guy was practically surrounded. But before he could ask the teacher for one of the empty desks on the other side of the room, the man called out to his student, causing him to jump in his seat, surprised.

"Yutaka Mikoto, move back a few desks so that Higurashi-kun may sit beside you." This announcement elicited a few groans and grumbles from the other students, but this Mikoto had no qualms with the switch and immediately began to move his stuff.

When he stood up, Kagome could tell he was a bit on the short side, probably a few centimeters shorter than himself. Mikoto quickly settled into his new seat as the new student walked up to him and grabbed a desk beside his. There was no introduction between them, not that they needed one. For a few minutes, Mikoto sat still with his eyes to the front of the room. But once he was sure Kagome wasn't watching, he gave the guy a once over and sighed. "Poor guy…"

Acutely aware of his neighbor's mumbled statement, Kagome frowned at the cryptic comment before wiping it from mind, uninterested. He relaxed into his seat as the teacher went on with the lesson. Though, more often than not, he caught a lingering stare directed at himself, he felt relieved. It would seem that none of the males within the school would suspect him of being a her.

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This chapter is unfinished. But I will continue this story... WHEN is still up for debate. Please vote (on my profile) for which of the three stories that you want me to work on first.