Enter:Protagonist
Disclaimer-Koori does not own any of the characters or the setting mentioned in below fanfiction. (THIS APPLIES TO ALL PREVIOUS AND FUTURE CHAPTERS)
He did not know exactly how or why he was here, but for some reason, he knew it had been planned. Just now he could hear soft footsteps. They were not purposefully soft, but soft because that is what the silence required. He did not turn when the approaching footsteps closed in, but rather closed his eyes, feeling that awful presence behind him. He knew exactly what stood just feet away from his exposed back. Already he could see that hideous smirk and the glaring eyes. Finally he turned, just halfway and waited for that melancholy, but laughing voice to say something.
"How dare you forget to put pickles on my hamburger!" a deep, decidedly annoyed voice intoned. I gulped, pushed my McDonald's hat back behind my bangs and glanced into a face that was pure evil.
My though pattern went something like this;
'I can't believe I feel asleep on the job * again * . . . Tatsumi-senpai's gonna murder me . . . wait, did someone say someth-' Luckily for my boss my brain stopped right about there.
The man before me was wearing shimmering white everywhere, with white hair touched silver, just enough to twist the light. A large clump of hair hung over his left eye, but I could see perfectly formed rimless glasses disappear behind the whimsical shield of his hair. My roving eyes finally found a hamburger covered in the aforementioned pickles. Why did McDonalds have to be the only place I could find to work part time?
"Ah-ah, Gomen Kazutaka-sensei!" I stuttered out and bowed instinctively, slamming my head into the plasticy cash register. Or I would have if there wasn't a large, * warm * hand between my forehead and the register. Slowly I brought my bright red face up to eye-level again. Why did I have to be so clumsy? And why did everyone I know suddenly start going to this McDonalds? Getting through High School couldn't get much worse.
Muraki-sensei, or as he insisted I call him, Kazutaka-sensei, my chemistry teacher, spread his lips into a slow smile and pushed his glasses up his nose with a pale finger.
"Tsuzuki-san . . . " He said to me in that freaky deep voice. I winced at his use of my family name. Was he going to yell at me? I gulped, feeling my rather large purple eyes water. Why does this always happen to me? I didn't even get to eat my customary apple crisp today, Tatsumi-senpai threatened to make me pay for it!
Muraki-sensei's eye's narrowed and he picked up his hamburger with a flourish, his glasses flashing.
"I see you are sorry Tsuzuki-san. Perhaps you would like to talk about your recent chemistry test?" Sensei swept the utensils scattered on the ordering counter (which at one point Asato had made into a spoon castle) and managed to get as close as humanly possible to me through the ordering counter. I licked my lips and resisted the urge to scoot back. Thank goodness for the plastic, I'd hate to have ask Muraki-sensei to move over. Why does he always get so close? I was afraid he was going to eat me.
"I fear you may need private lessons with your difficulty understanding the material, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki-sensei moved closer.
'How is he doing that?' I pulled at my stuffy collar. Was it getting overly hot in here?
'I'm not doing any work, Tatsumi-senpai's gonna kiiiiill me . . .'
"I thought I did well . . . Kazutaka-sensei?" I glanced at sensei, but he was looking behind me in distaste. Suddenly my dream returned to me.
Who was behind me?
~Sho no Owari~
A/n- ^.^ That was far too much fun to write! My dear friend Leon (you can find Leon under the name LordLeonius here on ff.net) showed me the beginning of this little story (in case you didn't notice, that was a rather freaky dream sequence) and I could resist adding the pickles line. Things grew from there until you see the monster before you. I really hope someone out there is interested in this, because I would love some feedback. Flame away if you want! I find flames rather amusing, truth be told. This is a random happy AU fiction, so enjoy away. I WILL be adding the other characters!
Random Japanese Dictionary-
-senpai
A term of respect for a superior, someone higher in rank
-san
All round general polite sufix, for people you don't know and whatnat
-sensei
Sufix for a teacher or doctor
Gomen
Sorry
Sho no Owari
End of Chapter
Shinigami
Gods or Angels of Death, what most of the characters are
^^;; Yes, I know the setting does not fit at all with the use of Japanese at random intervals, but I always wanted to try and use it in a fiction.
Meritite- Thank you so much for confirming the difference between Muraki and Tsuzuki's family and given names. That one has had me stumped for a while, as all the subtitling I read (or anything else for that matter) refuse to tell me if the name is written English or Japanese style, leaving me clueless as to the order of these lovely bishie's names. Now that I hope I fixed that... please tell me if I messed up anything else!
Tell me if I misused anything so I can fix the explanation and keep the children of America educated!
Koori
Disclaimer-Koori does not own any of the characters or the setting mentioned in below fanfiction. (THIS APPLIES TO ALL PREVIOUS AND FUTURE CHAPTERS)
He did not know exactly how or why he was here, but for some reason, he knew it had been planned. Just now he could hear soft footsteps. They were not purposefully soft, but soft because that is what the silence required. He did not turn when the approaching footsteps closed in, but rather closed his eyes, feeling that awful presence behind him. He knew exactly what stood just feet away from his exposed back. Already he could see that hideous smirk and the glaring eyes. Finally he turned, just halfway and waited for that melancholy, but laughing voice to say something.
"How dare you forget to put pickles on my hamburger!" a deep, decidedly annoyed voice intoned. I gulped, pushed my McDonald's hat back behind my bangs and glanced into a face that was pure evil.
My though pattern went something like this;
'I can't believe I feel asleep on the job * again * . . . Tatsumi-senpai's gonna murder me . . . wait, did someone say someth-' Luckily for my boss my brain stopped right about there.
The man before me was wearing shimmering white everywhere, with white hair touched silver, just enough to twist the light. A large clump of hair hung over his left eye, but I could see perfectly formed rimless glasses disappear behind the whimsical shield of his hair. My roving eyes finally found a hamburger covered in the aforementioned pickles. Why did McDonalds have to be the only place I could find to work part time?
"Ah-ah, Gomen Kazutaka-sensei!" I stuttered out and bowed instinctively, slamming my head into the plasticy cash register. Or I would have if there wasn't a large, * warm * hand between my forehead and the register. Slowly I brought my bright red face up to eye-level again. Why did I have to be so clumsy? And why did everyone I know suddenly start going to this McDonalds? Getting through High School couldn't get much worse.
Muraki-sensei, or as he insisted I call him, Kazutaka-sensei, my chemistry teacher, spread his lips into a slow smile and pushed his glasses up his nose with a pale finger.
"Tsuzuki-san . . . " He said to me in that freaky deep voice. I winced at his use of my family name. Was he going to yell at me? I gulped, feeling my rather large purple eyes water. Why does this always happen to me? I didn't even get to eat my customary apple crisp today, Tatsumi-senpai threatened to make me pay for it!
Muraki-sensei's eye's narrowed and he picked up his hamburger with a flourish, his glasses flashing.
"I see you are sorry Tsuzuki-san. Perhaps you would like to talk about your recent chemistry test?" Sensei swept the utensils scattered on the ordering counter (which at one point Asato had made into a spoon castle) and managed to get as close as humanly possible to me through the ordering counter. I licked my lips and resisted the urge to scoot back. Thank goodness for the plastic, I'd hate to have ask Muraki-sensei to move over. Why does he always get so close? I was afraid he was going to eat me.
"I fear you may need private lessons with your difficulty understanding the material, Tsuzuki-san." Muraki-sensei moved closer.
'How is he doing that?' I pulled at my stuffy collar. Was it getting overly hot in here?
'I'm not doing any work, Tatsumi-senpai's gonna kiiiiill me . . .'
"I thought I did well . . . Kazutaka-sensei?" I glanced at sensei, but he was looking behind me in distaste. Suddenly my dream returned to me.
Who was behind me?
~Sho no Owari~
A/n- ^.^ That was far too much fun to write! My dear friend Leon (you can find Leon under the name LordLeonius here on ff.net) showed me the beginning of this little story (in case you didn't notice, that was a rather freaky dream sequence) and I could resist adding the pickles line. Things grew from there until you see the monster before you. I really hope someone out there is interested in this, because I would love some feedback. Flame away if you want! I find flames rather amusing, truth be told. This is a random happy AU fiction, so enjoy away. I WILL be adding the other characters!
Random Japanese Dictionary-
-senpai
A term of respect for a superior, someone higher in rank
-san
All round general polite sufix, for people you don't know and whatnat
-sensei
Sufix for a teacher or doctor
Gomen
Sorry
Sho no Owari
End of Chapter
Shinigami
Gods or Angels of Death, what most of the characters are
^^;; Yes, I know the setting does not fit at all with the use of Japanese at random intervals, but I always wanted to try and use it in a fiction.
Meritite- Thank you so much for confirming the difference between Muraki and Tsuzuki's family and given names. That one has had me stumped for a while, as all the subtitling I read (or anything else for that matter) refuse to tell me if the name is written English or Japanese style, leaving me clueless as to the order of these lovely bishie's names. Now that I hope I fixed that... please tell me if I messed up anything else!
Tell me if I misused anything so I can fix the explanation and keep the children of America educated!
Koori