Disclamer: as much as I adore YYH, I don't own it. Wishful Dreaming on my part.
Kurama snarled silently. He was sitting at his desk in his foreign language class trying to understand what the people in the movie were saying. The movie was a musical called Grease, and it wasn't too bad except that he absolutely hated the teacher, who probably did whatever she could do to torture the students that was still within the rules, and that he didn't understand a quarter of what the people in the movie were saying. After a while it got on his nerves, so he got out some paper and a pencil and started to write down what little of it that he could understand. Looking around he saw that many of the other students had done the same.
The teacher had seen that most of the students had gotten out paper and were writing something. Irritated that they weren't paying attention she got up and started walking around the room, peering at their papers. She was floored when she saw that all but 4 of them had paper out. She was even more shocked when she saw that all of the students except one were taking notes about the movie, and in English no less!
Meanwhile, above him, there was another person. That someone was a girl, a girl who was listening to the movie. Long of limb, gaunt, and agile, with two intensely burning violet eyes set into a pale, almost skeletal face. A face that was framed by ragged, dull, waist length brown hair.
The girl tilted her head, trying to hear the movie, as she chewed on a clean piece of bread that she had found in the school dumpster. Finishing her bread she lay back, her hands underneath her head and watched the clouds. She must have fallen asleep because the next she knew, the class below her was cheering and she was falling.
Kurama mentally snarled in frustration when the teacher paused the movie and walked up to the front of the classroom. It seemed that every time she did so she assigned more work for them.
"I would like to say that I am pleasantly surprised at the lot of you for taking notes on this movie. Originally I was planning for you to write papers on the movie in English, but now, for those of you who have taken notes I am extending the project to allow you to pair up and write one paper. For those five who were not writing about the movie will be expected to follow the original project. You may get into your groups now."
"You mean we can pick who can be in our groups!" one of the students blurted out. The whole class visibly flinched.
"Well, I certainly don't see a list around here, but if you want me to put you into pairs I will." She said to the astonished class, giving them an exceedingly rare smile. The class was silent for about thirty seconds as that statement sunk in and then it erupted into cheers.
The girl was so startled that she fell off of the roof. Landing cat-like on her feet she moved out from in front of the door, stood up, and looked around, unaware that someone had seen her. A not so very good someone.
Kurama stood up with the rest of the class to pair up with another student when he saw a person pass in front of the door. 'That's strange.' he thought 'I wonder who that was?' he didn't have to wait long. The bell rang a minute and a half later signaling the student's release from their prison.
like thuroughbreds from the starting gate the students careened to and through the door. Kurama sped out the door with them , furious at having not found a partner and curious to know who had walked past the door.
Wham. Someone came to a skidding halt at Kurama's feet, hitting the red head lightly.
"You have good reflexes... for being a skeletal bitch that needs to be put down." A boy snickered. Kurama looked down at the person who was crouched at his feet. Indeed she was a girl, although she was completely filthy, flat-chested, so thin that Kurama was able to count the bones in her wrists, and in general not walking on the sunny side of the street.
The girl straightened. Standing up Kurama could see that there wasn't much of anything to her. Even her clothes were so worn that they were nearly transparent.
"Jeremy," Kurama said "leave her be. She's done nothing to you."
"Yeah. But she's not from here, so she needs to go." Jeremy made a lunge for her, but Kurama caught her arm and pulled her behind him.
"Jeremy," Kurama said, pissed at the other boy. "I suggest you leave her alone."
"What is that Mother of yours going to say when she hears that you've been kicked out of school? Huh, pretty boy? Well speak up." Grimly Kurama kept his mouth shut. He was seething.
"Let me guess," the girl said, her voice gritty and low, "He's the son of a rich man who has the power, and the meanness to expel any student he wants at a whim." Kurama nodded. "Humph. Screw that," the girl said, in English. The phrase confused Kurama and it didn't have any meaning to him. But what happened next did have a meaning.
The girl stepped out from behind Kurama and planted her bony fist into Jeremy's nose. "Tell your father that if you want me to disappear then he can pay for a plane ticket to take me home."
"You hit me you bitch!"
"Yes I did. And I'll do it again if you keep on trying to hurt me."
"What's going on here?" came a sharp voice.
"Headmaster!" the crowd of students split apart, leaving the foreign girl, Jeremy, and Kurama, standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
A/N I decided to go ahead and put this one back up. It has changed slightly but that's ok. It's not that different. Please enjoy.