Wind of Purple Nights
Me: Well, here's a stinky attempt at starting yet another fic. I've been trying numerous things, but not one of them seems to have turned out well. That includes the Full Metal Alchemist crossover and the Kitten story as well.
I'm not dropping these story ideas, but they'll just be posted at a later time. I should've never made that ordered list of what I'd do next, it never seems to work with me. School sucks, I hat it. I all of my time at this school, the only friend I've made was introduced to me, and I get made fun of for being so quiet in Science. Well, it doesn't matter. After you're done reading this, please review!
Oh, yes, and my good friend, Suzuna just got an account on here a while back. She's started a fic called "Methrayne". She's a very good writer, and I'm sure anybody would enjoy it. It's yaoi, HieixKurama and YuusukexKurama. I think you'd like it. Please review her; she'd like to know what people think.
Warning: Yaoi, yes, YAOI! The pairing's HieixKurama and there'll be slight YuusukexHiei in later chapters. You've been warned, so don't come complaining to me if you are against it and you read it anyways. The angst isn't a major thing in this one, and although it will be a minor conflict in here, it isn't anything someone would worry about. At least, I hope it won't be.
Chapter One
Birds fluttered through the trees, their high-pitched chirps resounding throughout the early morning air. Over neatly kept, rolling green lawns stood a spacious and modern looking building. Nearby, a placid lake added onto the scenery. If you were near enough to it's surface, you'd be able to hear it's fragile surface being disturbed by frogs hopping across lily pads.
A young redheaded boy sat with his back pressed against the trunk of oak tree, still donned in his pajamas with a blanket draped haphazardly across his shoulders. His long, graceful crimson tresses were picked up by the slightest gust of wind, while his sharp emerald orbs were focused intently down at a book with pictures and neat English handwriting in it. He sighed contently and traced lines over a picture.
"Hiei," The name seemed to grace his lips every time he spoke it. It was the sweetest name that he had ever known in his entire life, and he relished the feeling of the name rolling off of his tongue. Ever since he had first learned the name three and a half years ago, he had been hooked upon it, repeating it practically every waking moment. Who could help it, with such a perfect name, it seemed natural that such a perfect person would go along with it.
A smile graced his features as he flipped the page. Some people said that Hiei was a gruff, distant person who wasn't good to be around, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Blood red eyes glared up at him as Kurama stared lovingly down back. While a contented smile peaked his features, a bitter scowl graced the face of the boy's in the picture. Such a sour expression darkened his features considerably.
Yes, he was very much obsessed with Yasuda, Hiei. He knew almost everything about Hiei, and had Hiei been aware of his presence at this school he wouldn't be alive without regretting it for very long. Hiei was the coldest, most dangerous person here at Meiou Private Boarding Academy. However, his weak point was ice cream and he'd agree to anything if his 'sweet snow' were involved. He played center offense in the school's elite soccer team and his best subject was foreign language. He could go on about the student for hours on end.
His mind strayed off to Hiei's appearance. People often made fun of the blood red eyes that Hiei had inherited from his father. In his opinion, they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Although he had no idea how Hiei did his hair up, Kurama loved the fact that it seemed to defy the laws of gravity. A voice interrupted his train of thought.
"Shuu-kun! Shuu-kun!" a happy voice rang across the lawn. He looked up, surprised. Only one person called him by that name. A cheerful girl in a school uniform ran up to him and dropped down to her knees to talk to him. Her cherry pink eyes sparkled happily, her oddly colored blue hair drawn back into a high ponytail.
"Shuuichi, why aren't you getting ready for breakfast? You know that if the teachers find you out here at this time in your pajamas that you'll get in trouble for it. Hirosue-sensei was looking for you too, she was saying something about that foreign language test you took to try and get into English eight." Shuuichi smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I was actually hoping that she would be getting back to me with the results for some time now. Thank you for informing me of this, Botan" He stood up and picked up his book and blanket. Botan cocked an eyebrow.
"Why do you have your diary with you?" She asked, reading the Japanese characters across the front, giving a warning to people who snooped there. She didn't expect Shuuichi to be hauling the book around with him. It was a comprehensible piece to people who could read English well, and she wondered why he would take the risk of somebody who knew how to read it coming across it.
"How did you guess? There's a specific reason why I use English, you know." He asked. He had thought that anybody looking at it would've thought it to be a report for English class, seeing as it was all written in English. He didn't believe he held the book in a way Botan would be able to see the kanji warning against intruders either.
"I saw the Kanji on the front." She informed him quickly. She stood up and waved to him. She wanted to get to breakfast early so that she wouldn't be stuck eating the cold remains of eggs at the bottom of the pan and the burnt remains of toast that the cooks had been careless with. It was never a pleasant day when you had to eat such food that tasted that bad for breakfast.
"Well then, Shuuichi, I'm going to get going now. Should I save a seat for you at our regular breakfast table?" Kurama nodded, replying
"Yes, I'll be with you in a moment. I just want a chance to get dressed and talk to Hirosue-sensei about this entrance exam. I'll see you in a few minutes, okay?" With that, they both went their separate ways.
Kurama drew a key out of his pocket and opened a door when he reached it. He immediately threw off his pants and shirt when he entered. There was nothing to worry about here. Had it been a few months ago, he would've had to wait and go change in the bathroom. He used to have a roommate a short while back, but he had transferred to a school closer to his original home.
Kurama had found out this boy had happened to have a crush on him. He'd been a little scared about the boy watching him change, so he always had it in mind to change in the bathroom with the door closed and locked. He went to the closet where his neat, trim school uniform hung and withdrew it. He sighed as he redressed in the neater clothes. He was lucky he didn't have to brush his hair, seeing as he had already done it this morning before he had gone outside, or he'd have be late to breakfast.
He shut his dormitory door behind him when he walked out. There was nobody in the halls right now; generally you'd go to breakfast early if you were smart. It was known that if you were anything more than two minutes late, you'd be stuck eating food that was barely edible, even to least picky eater here.
"Oh, there you are, Koizumi-kun." Kurama spun around to the female voice he heard, practically jumping out of his skin at the surprise the noise had aroused within him. A smile spread across his face immediately when he saw who the speaker was.
"Ohayou Gozaimasu, Hirosue-sensei! Botan told me you were looking for me, correct?" The smiling black-haired woman nodded cheerfully.
"Yes, I have been looking for you. I'm very proud that your marks on the English exam I gave you were very far above average. I've decided to admit you into my class. I congratulate you on a job well done, Koizumi-kun I haven't seen anybody you age be admitted to such an advanced language program. I have your new schedule, and I hope to be seeing you this afternoon in class. Now, I believe you should be getting off to breakfast." She said in a kind and happy voice. Kurama smiled to himself at the news. She handed him a schedule and he took it politely.
"Domo Arigatou Gozaimasu, Hirosue-sensei. I'll see you this afternoon," he said, bowing to her out of respect.
He couldn't believe he had actually done it. He mentally cheered happily over and over again. All those hours of studying had paid off. He wasn't a naturally talented speaker at the English language, but he had his reasons for wanting to be in such and advanced language program. Hiei happened to be in that class, and Shuuichi wanted Hiei to notice him. He thought if he got as close to Hiei as possible, then maybe the distant student'd notice him. He'd known he'd get into Hiei's class because as you got up passed the seventh level of a language class, the school only had one class of each.
There were very few students at that level they needed to teach, so they simply saved money and time by teaching only one class. Besides, it was so hard to get a class with the boy because not only was Hiei as advanced for his age as Shuuichi was, he was also three years older.
Shuuichi had another plan at getting close to Hiei that had been formulating in his head for quite some time now. He knew how much Hiei was devoted to the soccer team, and recently two members had left the team for some reason or the other.
It had been announced that the team would be holding tryouts that evening. The only downside to this plan was that Kurama couldn't play soccer for his life, even if he'd been practicing for hours on end as soon as he had heard about the opening on the team. He'd just have to hope that he didn't look like the worst player there. It seemed highly improbable that he'd make it, but Shuuichi was still forcing himself to go and try. Worry suddenly overtook him. What if he made a fool of himself right in front of Hiei during tryouts? Hiei had never talked to Kurama face to face before, so why would Hiei see any reason to talk to him if he messed up? Damn… he didn't know what to do.
His thoughts were halted where they were when he reached the large, cozy cafeteria. Since it WAS a boarding school, it was nicer than a regular school cafeteria, there were nice chairs stationed around hundreds of wooden tables. Kurama found Botan sitting at a table a little ways away. There was a plate full of food waiting there for him.
"You choose to get me food, Botan. That was an awfully kind thing of you to do, you know." Botan smiled at him as he sat down.
"Well, would you rather be eating burnt toast and rotten banana as a breakfast?" she asked. He shrugged and began with eating eggs. His thoughts didn't seem to want to stray too far from Hiei currently. Even when he was eating his eggs, trying to keep himself focused, he seemed to only veering off to his dream world, images of Hiei flying through his mind. He blushed softly as he ate, the image of Hiei with his lips pressed harshly against his coming into his mind. With a sharp intake of breath, he almost choked on his eggs while he tried without avail to force the thoughts away. He blushed once again while Botan stared apprehensively at the redhead.
"Shuu-kun… is there anything wrong?" she asked in a quiet voice. Kurama shook his head quickly at the girl; she still looked like she didn't believe the answer.
"No, of course there isn't anything wrong, Botan-chan. Why would you think anything like that?" he said, keeping calm. By this time, though, Botan was able to see through these well-placed masks, she knew him much too well. For heavens sake, she even knew about how he felt towards Hiei.
"This wouldn't be about him, would it be?" she asked the redhead. A blush immediately rose on his cheeks; he averted his gaze so she wouldn't be able to see this.
"Now, now, Botan-chan. Why would you think that?" he said in a clam, even voice. Most people would not be able to see through such a good lie, and Shuuichi was sure that he'd be able to pass a lie detector test if he ever needed to. She seemed to be the only one who was able to see through his lies; he knew that she hadn't fallen for his lie when a wide, girly smile spread across his features.
"I knew it! You've got a plan to impress Hiei, haven't you?" Shuuichi sighed. This was just too invasive. He wondered how the heck the girl had gotten to know him so well. He knew very well she didn't stalk him to get to know him. Perhaps she was reading his diary, he didn't know if she was proficient in English or not, so it was always a possibility. He sighed, now he'd have to tell her, or she'd be on his back about it all day.
"Yeah, I was thinking about joining the soccer team to maybe get his attention." Botan smiled, Shuuichi sighed. She had always urged him to join a sport, she said that it wasn't good for you to be so into books and never get out in the sunlight. He really didn't want to hear what she was going to say next. Surprisingly, he heard nothing else from her all of breakfast; she just smiled at him and went back to eating her own meal.
Classes passed by monotonously. He went from pre-calculus to Japanese literature, Japanese history, then onto anatomy after that lunch, then gym. He didn't really anticipate the start of this English class, but he couldn't help but look forward to seeing Hiei. He hadn't seen him around lately, and he wanted to see his face again. He finally got the got the chance to see Hiei's face again.
As he walked into his English classroom, Hiei was already there, and unlike the people was completely silent. Instead of talking like most people did, he had his nose buried in a book that was written in a language not even Kurama could understand or recognize in the slightest. It bore no clue to what it may have been about; it was just a completely black cover with regular pages, lacking illustrations to help Kurama's guesses along. Nobody seemed to care to talk to him anyways; maybe they were all scared of him or something.
"All Rise!" a feminine voice called out. The entire class stood as their teacher walked in, including Hiei. They greeted their teacher and bowed.
"Arai, Hiroshi… Enmoto, Yui…" she said, opening her book and taking attendance. She motioned for the class to sit down and began writing English on the board. Shuuichi automatically knew what it was and raised his hand.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Hirosue, I need a copy of this English literature book that you're referring to." He said in a well-pronounced English voice, making sure his tongue didn't trip over foreign syllables. The teacher smiled and nodded,
"Yes, Mr. Koizumi, I forgot you didn't already possess a copy. I commend you on excellent pronunciation on that last sentence. Mr. Yasuda, there are extra copies on the shelf over there, would you kindly bring him a copy? Please bring him a grammar, vocabulary, and literature book." She told him. She went back to writing page numbers and assignments on the board, along with a reminder of a test they'd be having and the grammar units the needed to study for. She didn't see Hiei scowl behind her back, replying with disguised annoyance,
"Yes, Mrs. Hirosue." He went over to a shelf to retrieve three large books. He snorted at Shuuichi when he walked over to his desk and threw the books down, narrowly missing Kurama's hands, which were neatly folded on the desk's top. Shuuichi was in a daze, admiring the hot voice Hiei possessed. Sure, he'd heard it before, but it always took his breath away.
"Show off…" he growled under his breath, so only Shuuichi could hear it. The redhead blinked as Hiei stormed away to his desk and sat down, scribbling down answers in his workbook. Had Hiei really thought that he had really been showing off? He just wanted to make a good impression on Hiei.
Surely, he didn't want Hiei to think that he was a complete idiot. Not only that, but he didn't want to seem like he was showing off anymore. He sighed and opened his own grammar workbook. He groaned under his breath. Changing verbs into the past tense had never been his best thing. He could never tell which verbs were irregular in the past tense. These were really hard ones too. He tries to remember what the past tense of 'throw' was as he translated a particularly long paragraph. He knew that it wouldn't be 'throwed' but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what the word would be.
The teacher tapped her desk to get their attention. "Now, class, I'd like you to please open your books to page four hundred ninety-one in your modern English literature books. Mr. Yasuda, I'd like you to start us off with the first few pages please." Hiei stood from his desk with the book in hand and read the first few pages from a popular English novel of which Kurama had never heard the name.
He was so wrapped up in Hiei's voice; the English words weren't even registering in his brain. All he did was sit there, star struck at the amazingly talented English voice. A melodic bell rang, snapping Kurama out of his current reverie, where in which Hiei was kissing him, whispering soft and loving words into his while holding him in a tight embrace. He blushed slightly and stood at the teacher's orders
"Bow!" The class bowed at the same time and the teacher left. Shuuichi sighed at least this was his last class of the day; otherwise, he would've been much too distracted. He watched Hiei walk out with longing eyes. He probably should be careful about how he acted around Hiei; otherwise, he'd never have a chance, no matter how hard he tried.
Come to think of it, he didn't even know if Hiei was interested in boys. It would make sense if he didn't; he seemed just too perfect to be like that. It never hurt to hope though, did it? He'd just have to go to soccer tryouts and try to make the team. Maybe luck would be on his side tonight. Maybe it wouldn't be. He just hoped that he didn't make a fool of himself in front of Hiei.
He sighed. Classes went late here, because of the fact that it was a prestigious academy that prided education. As a bonus, classes didn't start until nine, which delayed the end of classes even further. It was expected for students to take a shower in the morning, and do homework at night. Not that the students cared, many did it the other way around. It had to be around five o' clock by now. Soccer tryouts started at five thirty. He supposed that he should warm up alone before they started. He'd just drop his books back at his dormitory and change into some casual clothes before heading out.
He sighed as he kicked the soccer ball out to the field. It wasn't a very neat kick, the ball went in every which direction and Shuuichi traveled in a jagged path, narrowly avoiding rocks jutting out of the ground.
More than one time, he tripped over the black and white ball. He was lucky nobody was around, because even he deemed his current efforts pathetic. He kicked the ball to the soccer and tried to kick it into a goal. He missed by a long shot. Why he was even trying out for this team when he completely sucked at this sport was unknown, even to Kurama. Did he really think that this would impress Hiei? He just had to try. He wouldn't give up trying to win the boy's affection so easily. He ran fast and with all his might, kicked the ball. It flew very fast and landed right in the center of the goal.
For once, Shuuichi found himself overcome with joy in his own triumph. Perhaps if he got good at soccer he could really enjoy playing it. He couldn't help cheering at his new breakthrough. Something black caught the corner of his eyes and he turned to his right to see what it was. Wiping his sweaty red bangs out of his field of view, his eyes widened, dreading the sight before him. How had he not seen him before, sitting right there in the bleachers. Halfway concealed by shadows, sat the raven-haired boy of his dreams, he was dressed casually in black attire now, a look of complete disgust painted across his features. His book sat unopened in his lap.
Shuuichi felt his breath catch as Hiei stood, a look of complete annoyance on his face. The soccer ball, which he had currently been practicing dribbling with, rolled off to the side somewhere. He didn't know what do or say. Hiei looked pretty annoyed, and he had no idea why. He began to tremble lightly, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek. He didn't know what he found so scary about Hiei right now, but he felt scared out of his wits as of now.
"Damn it all…"
Me: Well, I'm done? What do you think about it so far? This is going to be a fun story for me to write, I already have a lot of good stuff planned for it. Expect me to update soon, within the next week or two. I'll make my promise as I did for my last story. I will not abandon this story for another one or discontinue it. The only exception to this would be if there is a personal matter holding me back from writing. If this happens, which I highly doubt will, everyone will be informed, and those wanting to know will be told what I was going to do here.
Here's a bit of help if all the names were a bit hard to place:
Koizumi- Shuuichi's last name
Shuu-kun- Botan's nickname for Shuuichi, although I'm pretty sure everyone can figure that out.
Yasuda- Hiei's last name
Shimokawa- Botan's last name, although I didn't mention it this chapter
Hirosue-sensei- Equivalent to Mrs. Hirosue
Oh, yes, and if I happen to write another English class scene, just suppose that they're speaking in English if they use the name suffixes (-kun, -chan, -senpai, -sensei, -sama, -koi…) So, yeah, until next time, Ja ne!