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Author's Notes: Please Read This First.
I was inspired. I read a fic by Link Worshiper called "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and I got inspired. I love the fic and the way it's written so I decided to write a fic in the teen perspective. I didn't steal her idea or her storyline or anything. I just decided to write a fic in the same perspective.
This is an Alternate Universe fic. You don't have to know a whole lot about the anime/manga to get it. The places in this fic are based off places I have been and the school is much like my own high school. This is a yaoi/shounen ai fic which means there will be boy-and-boy kissing/romance. If it's not your favorite type of candy, don't eat it.
The Sohma family is not a part of this fic. Yes, I know that I use the Sohmas, but they are not related…just simply a common name in the city. There are two that are still related though and I won't give it away now.
The fic name is a Relient K song. It's an awesome song that makes me laugh. So I hope this fic does the same for you. Well, now I'll give you a short summary of this fic.
Summary: Digging himself into the hole was the easy part. Now getting himself out of it would be a challenge, especially when his escape ladder is a job he doesn't want and a person he can't stand. Yuki Sohma…the only person in the school that can get Kyo's blood boiling just by looking at him.
Now, I give you the fic. Enjoy.
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Chapstick, Chapped Lips, and Things Like Chemistry
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1st Tube
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Beep. Beep. Beep. The incessant 'beeping' of the alarm clack on the small table broke through the silence of the early hours. A tan hand darted out from under the mound of covers on the nearby bed and fumbled around blindly, searching for the button to quiet the small machine. Not being able to find the clock at all, the covers were thrown back by said hand to reveal a head of tousled, gingery hair belonging to a teenage boy.
He sat up and reached over to the table, once again in search of the mysterious, beeping clock. Heavy eyelids lifted slowly to reveal vermilion-colored irises. Blinking a few times, to remove all traces of last night's deep slumber, the boy focused on the small table beside his bed. He could still hear the clock, but where was it? He looked over the table with a confused and bewildered look.
"Looking for this?" a deep voice behind him asked.
The boy turned slowly and looked up at a tall man with long, dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. The man tossed the alarm clock at the teen and moved to sit on the bed beside him. "Kyo, your alarm clock has been going off for the last ten minutes. Don't you think you should get up now? You're going to be late."
Kyo turned the clock off and set it on the small table. He fell back in his bed and pulled the covers back up over his head. "Who cares? It's just school." He mumbled a few unintelligible words and groaned a bit before finally falling back to sleep. But that comfortable sleeping state didn't last very long. Before he could get too deep in dreamland, he was brought back to reality. In a flash, the covers were thrown off again and a bucket of freezing water soaked the teen. "WHAT! Alright! Alright! I'll go! Geez, Master! It's not like anyone wants me there anyway." He added the last part quietly, but despite that, the man caught it.
"You'd be surprised. You say that no one wants you there, but you know that there is someone that wants you there. And I told you, you don't have to call me 'Master'…call me 'dad' or 'Kazuma' or something. 'Master' makes me sound old. " He left the room, taking the bucket with him. "Now start getting ready," he shouted from the other room. "It's almost 8 o'clock. You know the first bell rings at half-past."
Still lying in bed on the icy covers, Kyo groaned to himself. School was not his favorite place; it barely even registered on his radar. Reluctantly, he got up from the bed and wandered over to his dresser across the room. Pulling out a clean set of clothes, he meandered into the bathroom where he would begin his morning ritual of cursing all of the preps at his school while showering and getting ready. He didn't know why he even bothered to go to school at all. He couldn't stand most of the people there and there were so many stupid cliques. Yet, he still got up, got dressed, and went to school. And today was no different than any other day…or so he thought.
The four teens walked in silence down the road, the only sound that of their shoes dragging on the pavement and the occasional rock skidding down the road after it was kicked. After a while, the silence became deafening and the tall blonde of the group thought she would burst. "Okay," she blurted, "someone's gotta start talking before I go insane. They say silence is golden, but this silence is scary! I mean, what the hell's wrong with everybody!" She threw her hands up in defeat when she received no answer and went back to kicking around the rock at her feet.
"Chill out, Uo. It's just…there's a lot on my mind right now," Kyo replied coldly.
"Like what?" a teen with white hair and a black hairline asked.
"Like what you're going to do when Principal Genkai finds out what you did?" a tall, brunette girl asked with a smirk.
"Shut up, Shizuru! And you too, Haru! No! Besides, she'll never find out anyway." Kyo looked at his other three companions suspiciously. "Unless someone opens their trap and tells her that it was me that made the bomb threat, she'll never know." Turning his gaze back to the sidewalk that they were now walking on, he looked up a little and stopped right where he was. Principal Genkai was standing right in front of him. "Uh, Principal Genkai…wow, we're at school already? We must've walked really fast. Uh, seen any good movies lately?" Kyo asked, in the hopes that he could distract her from what he had just admitted. Yet, he knew the effort was futile.
"Well, well, Mr. Sohma, I was just coming to ask you if you had heard anything about that incident last week, but I guess I have no need to pester you now with questions of who was responsible. Now, if you'll just follow me, we'll get this little confession taken care of," the short, old lady replied calmly with a small curl of her lips. She turned on her heels and motioned for Kyo to follow her.
Nervously he started after her, but not without mouthing to the others, who were still standing in shock, that he would survive. "Principal Genkai, I'll be late for class. I've already got two tardies; one more and I'll get written up!" he exclaimed uneasily.
"Shut up, dimwit. I'm the principal. I'll send you with a little note and it'll be taken care of. No problem," she responded tersely with a little wave of her hand.
"Geez! You go from being a somewhat polite old lady to a bitch in less than thirty seconds! What the Hell's up with that!"
"Language."
"Whatever! You called me a dimwit! Are teachers even allowed to do that?" Kyo stalked angrily behind the old lady. He thrust his hands into the pockets of his baggy cargo pants and scowled at everyone standing around him. Just what he needed: a lifetime's worth of detention. He was sure that was what he would get. As they reached her office, he fidgeted with whatever trinkets were stashed in his pockets.
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Opening the door widely, Principle Genkai grinned at Kyo maliciously before stepping in behind the teen and slamming the door shut. "So, let's see. Where do we begin?" She walked around behind the tall mahogany desk in the center of the room and took a seat as Kyo sat across from her in a small chair. "How about here? What possessed you to do something as stupid as calling in a fake bomb threat? You do know that is a felony, right? You could get in loads of trouble with the police. I could turn you in and you could get in more trouble than you could even imagine. But I'm going to be nice today."
Kyo was staring out the window at the students having class outside until those last words left her mouth. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before turning his gaze back to the kids now acting out a skit which looked like the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Not that he read that mushy romance stuff, or would admit to it, for that fact. "You…be nice? You're kidding, right? What's the occasion?"
"I'm not kidding. And there is no occasion, the fact of the matter is that I'm sick of seeing you sitting in my office everyday for some stupid prank you pulled or some comment you made. You're a good kid from what I can tell. You just have a penchant for getting into mischief." The principal sighed as she rested her hands on the desk in front of her. "We have a new student joining us today. Somehow, his schedule lines up with yours and a few other students perfectly."
"So, what's that got to do with anything?" Kyo asked, his voice taking on the annoying tone that signified that he wanted to be anywhere but there right then.
"If you'd give me a chance to finish, dimwit, I'll tell you what it has to do with you. He needs a guide since he doesn't know his way around. I've decided that you will be his guide." She smirked as Kyo stared at her, his jaw hanging open with disbelief. "I was going to assign Yuki or Shuichi to be his guide, but since I learned of your latest stunt, I would rather you do it. Think of it as your punishment for making all of the students stand outside in the rain for forty-five minutes, waiting for a ride to the junior high."
"But I don't want some guy just following me around all the time! How come you don't just give me detention or something?" he asked frantically.
"Well, you'd be the only person in detention and I don't think it's fair to make a teacher sit in a room with one student after school for two hours."
"Well, how long do I have to have him following me around for? I don't want to have him following me for the rest of my high school career!" he practically screamed as he leaned forward over the desk staring right into the eyes of Principal Genkai.
"Mr. Sohma! Sit back in that chair before I demonstrate what my martial arts teacher taught me when I was your age."
"Bring it on, old lady!" Kyo blushed as he sat back in his chair and thought about his actions. He had just challenged his principal, who appeared to be about eighty or ninety years old, to a physical fight. This one could never get out.
"He will not be following you around. You will be showing him where his classes are and yes, he may be clingy for the first few days, but that's to be expected. How would you be in a new school? Certainly you would not know your way around instantaneously. And neither will he. So suck it up. You can be a guide to a new student or a guide to a new inmate. Which do you prefer?"
"I'll take the inmate," Kyo replied sarcastically.
"Very well then." The principal picked up the phone and dialed 911. Kyo could hear the faint ringing from where he was sitting and then heard when the operator on the other end picked up. "Hello. Can you get me the local police department? Sure I'll hold." She glanced over at Kyo and smirked at the pleading look on his face.
"I was just kidding! Lady, have a heart! Please! I'll take the guy around! Geez! Just don't call the police! Master will kill me! So where is the twerp?"
"Glad you are finally seeing things my way." She placed the phone back on the receiver and folded her hands once again in front of her. She wore a smile of victory as she nodded towards the room adjoining her own. "He's in there. Why don't you go start your job now?" As he slowly got up and walked over towards the door, she threw in nonchalantly, "Oh and this isn't the extent of your punishment. Until I find something else to add to it, be expecting more."
Kyo groaned as he stepped through the entrance to the room and closed the door behind him. He saw a boy sitting at the desk with his feet thrown up and his eyes closed. His jet black hair was slicked back and he wore worn blue jeans with black Converse All-stars on his feet and a white t-shirt with a red jacket. He appeared to be sleeping. "Great,"he thought, "his first day here and he's sleeping already. The idiot's not even in class yet" Kyo walked over to the desk and used his foot to push the other boy's feet off the desk throwing his upper body forwards from the reclined position he was in.
The boy's eyes shot open and he sat up at the desk. He stared hard at the gingery-haired teen in front of him. His breathing was ragged from being startled and there was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Geez, you can't do that to people. You just shaved ten years off my life!" Seeing that it was only another student, he sat back in the desk and once again threw his feet up on the desk. "So who exactly are you anyway?"
Kyo grunted and glared at the boy. "Kyo. Kyo Sohma. I'm supposed to take you around this place. Who the hell are you?"
"M' name's Yusuke Urameshi." The boy put out one hand in Kyo's direction. "So, how about we head on to class now and later you can point out all the cliques? I'd really hate to get mixed up with the wrong crowd, ya know?" The boy let a smirk creep onto his face with the last remark.
Kyo reluctantly took the boy's hand and gripped it tightly, letting the boy know that he had better not get on his bad side. "Well then, let's get to class. First on the agenda: English Lit. The teacher's pretty cool, but the class sucks." So letting go of Yusuke's hand and turning to the door, Kyo gestured to Yusuke to follow him.
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Kyo waltzed into class and handed the dark-haired teacher a note. Said teacher smiled and pointed at two desks in the back of the classroom. Kyo started for the back of the class and took the seat next to the window. Yusuke followed and took the seat next to him. Yusuke glanced around the class, trying to get an idea of what types of people his new peers were. Just then a girl with blonde hair that fell beneath her shoulders turned in her desk and faced Kyo. Her hair covered one eye but from what Yusuke could see of the other, she had sapphire eyes.
"So, what'd the old bag do to you? Is it really awful?" she whispered anxiously.
Kyo just glared at her, like he seemed to do most of the time. "I don't want to talk about it now Uo. I'll explain everything later."
Satisfied with his decision of silence, she turned back around with a snicker. "Must be pretty bad," she whispered to herself, though Yusuke knew she had meant it to be loud enough to catch Kyo's attention. And it did. The boy just glared harder at the head in front of him.
"Class. I've got some news…I don't know whether we can classify it as good news or bad news…but I've got news!" the dark-haired teacher began enthusiastically. "We have a new student!" The teacher gestured for Yusuke to join him at the front of the class.
Yusuke walked slowly up the aisle to stand beside the smiling teacher. "Um, hi," he said as he stared out into the mass of faces. "My name's Yusuke Urameshi."
"Well Yusuke, I'm Mr. Sohma. But as you will learn, Sohma is a pretty common name around these parts and there are two other teachers by the same name. You can call me Shigure." The teacher, now known as Shigure, shook Yusuke's hand as he smiled at the fact that the teacher didn't mind being so casual with names. "If you want, we can go around the room and everyone can say their name. That way, you'll at least have an idea of who's in your class. And so you'll see what I mean about the name Sohma," he added with a low chuckle.
So Yusuke pulled a chair from an empty desk and sat in the front of the room staring at everyone as they went around the room introducing themselves. He really didn't catch much, except the fact that there were seven Sohmas in the class, one being his guide, Kyo, and not including his teacher, Shigure. "So, I have a question. Are ANY of the Sohmas related?"
"That's a good question. Well, there are only two Sohmas in the whole school that are related. That's Yuki and-" Shigure started.
A boy with dark, silvery hair and violet eyes shot up in his desk. "Teacher, may I see you outside?" he asked frantically.
The teacher looked over at him confusedly, and then glanced back at Yusuke. "Well, Yusuke, if you would so kindly excuse me for a moment, Yuki would like to speak with me. I'll get back to you." Shigure started for the door, with Yuki not far behind him. He followed the older gentleman out and closed the door behind him.
As soon as they were outside, Yuki regained his calm composure. "If you don't mind, I would like to keep it quiet that he and I are related."
The teacher looked confused. "But Yuki, why?"
"Well, the only people that actually know of it are him, you, Hatori, Kurama, and I. And I would rather like to keep it that way. Please," Yuki stated almost sadly.
"Well, if that's what you would like, so be it." Shigure opened the door to the classroom and Yuki walked in nonchalantly, taking his seat back by a person with long, red hair. His eyes fell upon the dark-haired teacher, who only smiled and winked in response before casually changing his previous subject.
The rest of the class went much like this, with Yusuke still sitting in the front casually playing in with the teacher's random out-of-place jokes. When the class was finally over, and Yusuke's stomach had whined more than a few times, Kyo led the ebony-haired youth to the large, open cafeteria. Yusuke never thought he'd be so happy to smell the awkward scent of cafeteria food.
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Chapter 1 title: Sick Sad Little World by Incubus
I decided to repost this story since I've let it sit for over a year before I managed to get my technical problems and personal problems all sorted out. I tried new markers, and I edited all of the past chapters. I also hope to get more reviews this time around, like archy said. :) Please review, guys.
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