Precarious High School
By Muchcaha
Disclaimer: I don't own or have made up any anime or its characters in this story
Story set in a high school setting with characters Weiss Kreuz and Yami no Matsuei crossover. Nagi is a quiet junior til he gets acquainted with others around him like the new boy Hisoka, friendly junior Omi and his friend Ken, college students like Schuldich, and professors mildly attractive to him. Then Nagi starts to discover he is different, and finds that the others are, too. Which group of friends will he choose?
Characters: Students
Nagi, junior (WK)
Hisoka, junior (YnM)
Omi, junior (WK)
Ken, senior (WK)
Aya, senior (WK)
Yoji, senior (WK)
Farfello, senior (WK)
Schudich, college 2nd yr (WK)
Professors/Senpai:
Tsuzuki, Home Economics, (YnM)
Watari, Science and Technology (YnM)
Tatsumi, World History (YnM)
Crawford, Languages (WK)
Muraki, School Doctor (YnM)
Terazumi, Physical Ed. (YnM)
Konoe, Mathematics (YnM)
Persia, Principle (WK)
Manx, Assistant Principle (WK)
There will be shounen ai (boy boy love) with little infatuation.
~~~~~
Chapter 1
Nagi sullenly walked up the steps of the school. Slowly pacing himself and trying to avoid bumping into anyone, pretty difficult when you have your head down.
It was a habit to have his head down for as long as he's known, probably it was something wrong with his neck. His spine was probably crooked. It might explain why he was shorter than anyone he'd known. His eyes kept downcast as he walked.
This was the third time and different city he had moved to in Japan. His mother was very beautiful, but she loved shopping. Ever since his father died, she had married many rich lawyers and divorced.
His mother was out traveling with her new husband, and left Nagi with his aunt. She was his birth father's sister and agreed to take care of Nagi because she later told him he needed love and attention.
Most people must have thought that, with the way he was so distant and shy from everyone, kid or grownup, male or female. He figured he was cursed. He soon grew cold and stern for his age.
Nagi continued through the hall and stopped at his locker. He turned the combination, the only problem was, it hesitated to open. It was a problem he faced while having gone to this school. As much as he tried - redoing the combination, punching the locker, kicking it and accomplishing to make a small dent- he felt irritated.
"Hey, there! I'll help you!"
Startling Nagi, a boy with bright chocolate hair bounded in front of his locker and quickly opened it within a second. He saids his hair was bright because his own was more of a "dull" color. Maybe the boy's was milk chocolate and his was dark chocolate hair.
Speaking of chocolates, next to the boy was a smaller cautious boy with caramel hair and big blue eyes.
"Here you go!" He was smiling at Nagi with identical milky chocolate eyes. Nagi wasn't smiling, but kept his eyes down and nodded a thanks.
"See ya!"
He stared absently as the boy ran down the long hall with the boy following him into a room. Just then had the bell rang, he hurridly stuffed his locker and took the few things he needed to his next class.
On Nagi's schedule, he entered through the door of science class with senpai Watari-san. He seemed like joke to Nagi. He was a smart teacher and did talk a lot about science and experiments, but most of the experiments didn't work and only proved the professor wrong. His hair was strangely long and tied back by a ribbon. The gold color of his hair always distracted Nagi from Watari's lectures. He usually wouldn't stare at anyone, but it was hard to ignore this teacher's beautiful sense of voice and features.
Most of the students agreed the science teacher was the prettiest, even though this was an all-boys school and Watari was a teacher. Some of the students here were girl-crazy being in an all-boy school, some got used to the idea, and were also gay or bisexual.
Another distraction in the class was Watari-san's owl, 003. He would have it out of her cage and free to be perched on his shoulder or fly back and forth in the room.
Nagi was terrified of the bird going near him because it pooped on the last student's head, and Nagi felt like kicking it whenever it was near. Another side of him didn't want to, but he couldn't shake the urge.
Sometimes, Nagi had to come in after class for some help, and Watari was always helpful. He made more sense when talking individually to him, and Nagi always found it hard to look him in the eye. Watari-san would convince Nagi to hold 003 when he found how afraid he was of the bird. 003 was no bigger than anybody's hand, and she ruffled her feathers til one flew in front of Nagi and he blew it away.
That made Watari-san smile, and Nagi would feel sheepish when he felt the corners of his mouth tweak up.
Nagi turned to the window. Looking outside, he could see the senior students in Physical Education class running in the front lawn. The class was taught by Terazumi-san who was almost as young as Tsuzuki-san. Terazumi-san was built and loved being active, and maybe loved teaching it to the students. They thought he was a normally laid back teacher compared to Tatsumi-sama or Crawford-san, but he could still yell at you and make your day terrible if you screwed.
"Is there something interesting outside, Mr. Naoe?"
The sudden tone of voice addressed to Nagi caught his attention as he looked up at the teacher with a pale face and stricken eyes. His sensei looked back at him with puzzle ness written all over his face. The students had immediately looked out the window and saw sensei Terazumi's P.E. class.
"Oi!" announced one of the students, " looks like Nagi was looking at Terazumi-san!"
"Don't be dumb!" decreed a boy with small wire-rimmed glasses, " He was just looking out the window at the class, not Terazumi-san himself!"
"Are you guys calling Nagi gay?"
"Oi, Nagi," whispered a student as he leaned over, " you fond of Terazumi, eh?" Nagi payed no attention to the kid, but gave him a deep scowl.
"Don't worry Nags!" chimed a kid in the back. Nags? " We'll support you all the way!" Some kids were whopping while the others, being the rest, were booing.
"Class!" Watari was overly flushed and 003 was flying around. He raised his arms in the air and was flapping them like 003's wings. "Will you settle down, or you'll spend detention with Tatsumi-san!"
That got everyone's attention and the din soon died down. Tatsumi sensei was the World History teacher, but also the detention attendant. He was stern and had a calm, serious voice. Watari looked to him for help because they were friends, but had opposite personalities. Watari was active, spontaneous, and merry, much like his close friend Tsuzuki-san, who teaches Home Economics.
Watari-san took a sidelong glance at Nagi before turning to the board.
Nagi practically ran out of first period when the bell rang. Being embarrassed in class like that was going to have everyone think he's a homo, and some might pass the rumor he likes Terazumi. He knew it's childish to be worrying about something a school girl would, but what if Watari-san took it seriously and told Terazumi-san? The teacher did have a sort of suspicious look when glancing at Nagi, but he didn't know whether it was a look of worry, disgust, suspicion, or sadness.
Nagi fled to the bathroom, dropping his books in the sink. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror with wide eyes staring back. He hated his eyes for being large. It made his head look small with a girl's appeal to it.
He gingerly fingered the features of his face. His smooth porcelain skin remained pale trying to avoid the sun and rather hiding himself indoors. His fingers from the reflection seemed thin, like his arms and legs. All thin. He was small, thin, and baby-looking. He didn't want to eat to much and be short and round like some others, so he tried the method of drinking glasses of milk.
Nagi tried practicing glaring at the mirror, when a toilet was flushed in one of the stalls and out stepped a tall figure. His body loomed over when he went to check his reflection in the mirror next to Nagi's.
Nagi frowned at the older boy's reflection in the mirror, and the man had a sly grin on his face.
The grin obviously portrayed him as a playboy, with his sunglasses at the tip of his knows so you were able to look into his jade green eyes. His blond hair was tied back (all of the students with longer hair were suppose to tie it back as part of the dress code) and he wore his tie around his neck with his jacket open. A definite playboy.
The devilish grin was still on his face, as Nagi decided to pick up his things and shuffled his feet as he took steps to the door. Before he could grab the handle, the older boy turned to him, looking him in the eyes.
"You new?" The sound of his sexy voice was mused.
"Yup." Yup? Why did that suddenly come out of his mouth? Nagi must have sounded like a cheerful preteen. He was obviously embarrassed because crimson rose to his cheeks, but he frowned deeply at the floor were his eyes were set.
"You a freshman?" Nagi felt himself become discriminated. He knew this guy thought he was no shorter than a freshman.
"No. I'm a junior." he said tacitly.
"Oh," was all he said before turning to look at the mirror once more.
Nagi glided out and through the hallways, hugging his books. Then he realized he forgot his pen case on the soap dispenser.
He quickly dashed back to the bathroom when bumping into that playboy outside the door. Nagi was moving so fast, he hit the older boy's tough body and bounced off like an un-attracted magnet, falling down on his ass. He probably would develop a bruise in the morning. The pain was sore; Nagi absently rubbed it.
"Shit!" he hissed, " Watch where you're going, fuck!"
"My, my, I think the little junior just swore."
Nagi looked up and glared at this older boy's eyes through his sunglasses. Damn, was this guy going to get his balls kicked, if Nagi could do that. He grabbed his books when the man waved a recognizable pen case in his face. He grabbed it with instinct, when the older boy's grip wouldn't let go. Nagi started pulling at it, but the man wouldn't take the hint and give the damn thing back.
"What's your name?"
Nagi blinked. Why did this guy wanna know his name exactly? Was he gonna start harassing him. Was this playboy a bully?
"I- my name… it's Nagi Naoe." He didn't know why he actually told him, but Nagi was always curious, and he wanted to know what this man would do. He said his name too fast, and turned his head.
"I'm a senior; name's Yoji Kodou." He tilted his head and eyed Nagi. " Where you live?"
"Nan da yo!?" [1]
Yoji-kun bent over and laughed.
"You don't have to answer that, Nagi-chan," Nagi flinched at his nickname, " We haven't had our first date yet."
"Date!? Nani!?"
"Oi, Nagi, chill out. I know it's not everyday you meet a gorgeous somebody like me. You might be freaked out by your low self esteem, well get this: you need to lighten up an get laid." he winked just as the late bell rang, and went up the stairs to the senior's class.
Nagi sat through second period draining out the teacher's words as they reached his mind; carelessly, they flew out like a fly through his head, buzzing and not making sense. He was lucky; it was only Tsuzuki-san's Home Economics class.
Tsuzuki was cooking a traditional Japanese sweet, but messed up aimlessly.
Poor Tsuzuki-san, he was constantly being laughed at by the other kids when he tripped over his extra large apron that had a picture of an adorable puppy on it or burnt his recipe as smoke came out of the oven. Not only that, but his cooking was terrible. How could a Home Economics teacher fail at their own cooking?
Right now, Tsuzuki was explaining how to sort your fruit on a plate so it would look professional. Pretty simple, since Tsuzuki wanted to stick to something sweet and simple. The kids were having different varieties of unique or plain messed up assortments of fruit on their plates.
Nagi found it ridiculous and started making rows of fruit in a circle til the top. It was boring, but what the hell?
Nagi's thoughts were more on Yoji's impression. He was more frightened of the senior, but felt angry when Yoji thought he knew something about Nagi when they just met.
This guy was a gay playboy! Who was he to distinguish what Nagi was like and needed for that matter! He just went up to him and acted like a shameless slut toward Nagi. Was there no shame in that?
It hurt Nagi more. The guy was insecure to tease him, not caring about how he felt about it. That was how most guys were here, maybe all if Nagi were damned. He knew it couldn't happen; a relationship between him and any other. It made him feel more insecure and alone.
He continued stacking his fruit when it collapsed. Tsuzuki-san came by and picked up a fruit, tossing it in his mouth.
He smiled. "Still good, though," and winked as he examined another student's fruit "master piece".
Nagi sagged deeper into his chair and waited impatiently for the lunch bell to ring. He hated lunch because that was when he was alone and unoccupied. He always sat eating quietly and ate slowly to savior the moment, then watched tacitly at his classmates across the yard playing soccer or talking about dates. But it was better than being alone and occupied in the class.
Then the Assistant Principle Manx came into the class, alerting everyone's attention to her. She was about the only woman to be seen by the boys in this school. She was young, but too old for them. There were rumors she might be hitting on the Principle Takatori only because they work in the same office and are usually seen together.
By her, she stirred a boy into the class. His eyes were downcast, but you were able to tell they were large. When he looked up, a chill went through Nagi. The eyes were piercing cold, not the temperature, but the boy looked ready to kill. His eyes were the most impossible green, but Tsuzuki's eyes were impossibly purple, so that the brightness of his eyes didn't matter.
"This student here is new to the school," Manx whispered to Tsuzuki, but was audible to the whole class, she must have wanted them to hear, too. " This is his second period. I know the bell is about to ring, but I wanted him to get to know his fellow classmates. And…" she leaned forward and whispered something into Tsuzuki-san's ear, and he merely nodded with a serious look.
"Class," she addressed the students, " This is Kurosaki Hisoka. Does anybody have Languages after lunch?"
There was a silence. Somebody shuffled paper.
"Nobody has Languages after lunch?"
It took Nagi a second to realize he had Languages after lunch. He hesitantly raised his hand.[2]
"There, what was hard about that?" she asked Nagi while giving him a look like he was a child. She pointed for Hisoka to sit by him. " Just follow him to your next class. Will you guide him through the school, Mr. Naoe?"
Nagi nodded a feeble yes, and she smiled leaving. What was she smiling at? Life was too much of a pain to smile.
Hisoka, frowning, pulled a chair and sat far beside Nagi. Fine, if that's how he's going to act, then that's his problem. He frowned back before the ball rang and class was dismissed to lunch.
Nagi walked through the halls. He still couldn't believe how tacit Hisoka seemed after the bell had rang. He had ooked at him, but he didn't get up from his seat.
"You coming to lunch?" Nagi had asked, concerned. He didn't normally like talking, especially to strangers, and Hisoka gave a weird vibe.
"I'm sure the teacher will want to talk to me."
And sure enough, the Tsuzuki stepped over Hisoka, putting a hand on his shoulder. Hisoka flinched at this contact.
"Nagi-kun, can you leave Hisoka here for me to talk to him. He can catch you after lunch, OK." Tsuzuki had a reassuring look on his face to cover another feeling, but Nagi didn't bother to question. He nodded and left.
Who was he to say what anyone could do with Hisoka-kun, anyway? It's not like he was Hisoka's master and Hisoka was an obeying puppy.
He was late for lunch, meaning the vending machines would have long lined, so Nagi quickly paced walking to the cafeteria.
He was turning the corner when he lightly bumped into someone and somehow caused a prick in his arm, were drops of blood surfaced. He clutched his arm and looked up to see the one person that had a knife in his hand brought up to his lips and licked.
Farfello.
~~~~~
[1] What the hell.
[2] That happened to me in class when a new boy came. -_- I was so shy, and I usually like to ignore the staff and what they do. I hate my school.
OK. Working on it. Might you give me feedback and I'll be happy to write the next chapter, OK.
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By Muchcaha
Disclaimer: I don't own or have made up any anime or its characters in this story
Story set in a high school setting with characters Weiss Kreuz and Yami no Matsuei crossover. Nagi is a quiet junior til he gets acquainted with others around him like the new boy Hisoka, friendly junior Omi and his friend Ken, college students like Schuldich, and professors mildly attractive to him. Then Nagi starts to discover he is different, and finds that the others are, too. Which group of friends will he choose?
Characters: Students
Nagi, junior (WK)
Hisoka, junior (YnM)
Omi, junior (WK)
Ken, senior (WK)
Aya, senior (WK)
Yoji, senior (WK)
Farfello, senior (WK)
Schudich, college 2nd yr (WK)
Professors/Senpai:
Tsuzuki, Home Economics, (YnM)
Watari, Science and Technology (YnM)
Tatsumi, World History (YnM)
Crawford, Languages (WK)
Muraki, School Doctor (YnM)
Terazumi, Physical Ed. (YnM)
Konoe, Mathematics (YnM)
Persia, Principle (WK)
Manx, Assistant Principle (WK)
There will be shounen ai (boy boy love) with little infatuation.
~~~~~
Chapter 1
Nagi sullenly walked up the steps of the school. Slowly pacing himself and trying to avoid bumping into anyone, pretty difficult when you have your head down.
It was a habit to have his head down for as long as he's known, probably it was something wrong with his neck. His spine was probably crooked. It might explain why he was shorter than anyone he'd known. His eyes kept downcast as he walked.
This was the third time and different city he had moved to in Japan. His mother was very beautiful, but she loved shopping. Ever since his father died, she had married many rich lawyers and divorced.
His mother was out traveling with her new husband, and left Nagi with his aunt. She was his birth father's sister and agreed to take care of Nagi because she later told him he needed love and attention.
Most people must have thought that, with the way he was so distant and shy from everyone, kid or grownup, male or female. He figured he was cursed. He soon grew cold and stern for his age.
Nagi continued through the hall and stopped at his locker. He turned the combination, the only problem was, it hesitated to open. It was a problem he faced while having gone to this school. As much as he tried - redoing the combination, punching the locker, kicking it and accomplishing to make a small dent- he felt irritated.
"Hey, there! I'll help you!"
Startling Nagi, a boy with bright chocolate hair bounded in front of his locker and quickly opened it within a second. He saids his hair was bright because his own was more of a "dull" color. Maybe the boy's was milk chocolate and his was dark chocolate hair.
Speaking of chocolates, next to the boy was a smaller cautious boy with caramel hair and big blue eyes.
"Here you go!" He was smiling at Nagi with identical milky chocolate eyes. Nagi wasn't smiling, but kept his eyes down and nodded a thanks.
"See ya!"
He stared absently as the boy ran down the long hall with the boy following him into a room. Just then had the bell rang, he hurridly stuffed his locker and took the few things he needed to his next class.
On Nagi's schedule, he entered through the door of science class with senpai Watari-san. He seemed like joke to Nagi. He was a smart teacher and did talk a lot about science and experiments, but most of the experiments didn't work and only proved the professor wrong. His hair was strangely long and tied back by a ribbon. The gold color of his hair always distracted Nagi from Watari's lectures. He usually wouldn't stare at anyone, but it was hard to ignore this teacher's beautiful sense of voice and features.
Most of the students agreed the science teacher was the prettiest, even though this was an all-boys school and Watari was a teacher. Some of the students here were girl-crazy being in an all-boy school, some got used to the idea, and were also gay or bisexual.
Another distraction in the class was Watari-san's owl, 003. He would have it out of her cage and free to be perched on his shoulder or fly back and forth in the room.
Nagi was terrified of the bird going near him because it pooped on the last student's head, and Nagi felt like kicking it whenever it was near. Another side of him didn't want to, but he couldn't shake the urge.
Sometimes, Nagi had to come in after class for some help, and Watari was always helpful. He made more sense when talking individually to him, and Nagi always found it hard to look him in the eye. Watari-san would convince Nagi to hold 003 when he found how afraid he was of the bird. 003 was no bigger than anybody's hand, and she ruffled her feathers til one flew in front of Nagi and he blew it away.
That made Watari-san smile, and Nagi would feel sheepish when he felt the corners of his mouth tweak up.
Nagi turned to the window. Looking outside, he could see the senior students in Physical Education class running in the front lawn. The class was taught by Terazumi-san who was almost as young as Tsuzuki-san. Terazumi-san was built and loved being active, and maybe loved teaching it to the students. They thought he was a normally laid back teacher compared to Tatsumi-sama or Crawford-san, but he could still yell at you and make your day terrible if you screwed.
"Is there something interesting outside, Mr. Naoe?"
The sudden tone of voice addressed to Nagi caught his attention as he looked up at the teacher with a pale face and stricken eyes. His sensei looked back at him with puzzle ness written all over his face. The students had immediately looked out the window and saw sensei Terazumi's P.E. class.
"Oi!" announced one of the students, " looks like Nagi was looking at Terazumi-san!"
"Don't be dumb!" decreed a boy with small wire-rimmed glasses, " He was just looking out the window at the class, not Terazumi-san himself!"
"Are you guys calling Nagi gay?"
"Oi, Nagi," whispered a student as he leaned over, " you fond of Terazumi, eh?" Nagi payed no attention to the kid, but gave him a deep scowl.
"Don't worry Nags!" chimed a kid in the back. Nags? " We'll support you all the way!" Some kids were whopping while the others, being the rest, were booing.
"Class!" Watari was overly flushed and 003 was flying around. He raised his arms in the air and was flapping them like 003's wings. "Will you settle down, or you'll spend detention with Tatsumi-san!"
That got everyone's attention and the din soon died down. Tatsumi sensei was the World History teacher, but also the detention attendant. He was stern and had a calm, serious voice. Watari looked to him for help because they were friends, but had opposite personalities. Watari was active, spontaneous, and merry, much like his close friend Tsuzuki-san, who teaches Home Economics.
Watari-san took a sidelong glance at Nagi before turning to the board.
Nagi practically ran out of first period when the bell rang. Being embarrassed in class like that was going to have everyone think he's a homo, and some might pass the rumor he likes Terazumi. He knew it's childish to be worrying about something a school girl would, but what if Watari-san took it seriously and told Terazumi-san? The teacher did have a sort of suspicious look when glancing at Nagi, but he didn't know whether it was a look of worry, disgust, suspicion, or sadness.
Nagi fled to the bathroom, dropping his books in the sink. He looked up at his reflection in the mirror with wide eyes staring back. He hated his eyes for being large. It made his head look small with a girl's appeal to it.
He gingerly fingered the features of his face. His smooth porcelain skin remained pale trying to avoid the sun and rather hiding himself indoors. His fingers from the reflection seemed thin, like his arms and legs. All thin. He was small, thin, and baby-looking. He didn't want to eat to much and be short and round like some others, so he tried the method of drinking glasses of milk.
Nagi tried practicing glaring at the mirror, when a toilet was flushed in one of the stalls and out stepped a tall figure. His body loomed over when he went to check his reflection in the mirror next to Nagi's.
Nagi frowned at the older boy's reflection in the mirror, and the man had a sly grin on his face.
The grin obviously portrayed him as a playboy, with his sunglasses at the tip of his knows so you were able to look into his jade green eyes. His blond hair was tied back (all of the students with longer hair were suppose to tie it back as part of the dress code) and he wore his tie around his neck with his jacket open. A definite playboy.
The devilish grin was still on his face, as Nagi decided to pick up his things and shuffled his feet as he took steps to the door. Before he could grab the handle, the older boy turned to him, looking him in the eyes.
"You new?" The sound of his sexy voice was mused.
"Yup." Yup? Why did that suddenly come out of his mouth? Nagi must have sounded like a cheerful preteen. He was obviously embarrassed because crimson rose to his cheeks, but he frowned deeply at the floor were his eyes were set.
"You a freshman?" Nagi felt himself become discriminated. He knew this guy thought he was no shorter than a freshman.
"No. I'm a junior." he said tacitly.
"Oh," was all he said before turning to look at the mirror once more.
Nagi glided out and through the hallways, hugging his books. Then he realized he forgot his pen case on the soap dispenser.
He quickly dashed back to the bathroom when bumping into that playboy outside the door. Nagi was moving so fast, he hit the older boy's tough body and bounced off like an un-attracted magnet, falling down on his ass. He probably would develop a bruise in the morning. The pain was sore; Nagi absently rubbed it.
"Shit!" he hissed, " Watch where you're going, fuck!"
"My, my, I think the little junior just swore."
Nagi looked up and glared at this older boy's eyes through his sunglasses. Damn, was this guy going to get his balls kicked, if Nagi could do that. He grabbed his books when the man waved a recognizable pen case in his face. He grabbed it with instinct, when the older boy's grip wouldn't let go. Nagi started pulling at it, but the man wouldn't take the hint and give the damn thing back.
"What's your name?"
Nagi blinked. Why did this guy wanna know his name exactly? Was he gonna start harassing him. Was this playboy a bully?
"I- my name… it's Nagi Naoe." He didn't know why he actually told him, but Nagi was always curious, and he wanted to know what this man would do. He said his name too fast, and turned his head.
"I'm a senior; name's Yoji Kodou." He tilted his head and eyed Nagi. " Where you live?"
"Nan da yo!?" [1]
Yoji-kun bent over and laughed.
"You don't have to answer that, Nagi-chan," Nagi flinched at his nickname, " We haven't had our first date yet."
"Date!? Nani!?"
"Oi, Nagi, chill out. I know it's not everyday you meet a gorgeous somebody like me. You might be freaked out by your low self esteem, well get this: you need to lighten up an get laid." he winked just as the late bell rang, and went up the stairs to the senior's class.
Nagi sat through second period draining out the teacher's words as they reached his mind; carelessly, they flew out like a fly through his head, buzzing and not making sense. He was lucky; it was only Tsuzuki-san's Home Economics class.
Tsuzuki was cooking a traditional Japanese sweet, but messed up aimlessly.
Poor Tsuzuki-san, he was constantly being laughed at by the other kids when he tripped over his extra large apron that had a picture of an adorable puppy on it or burnt his recipe as smoke came out of the oven. Not only that, but his cooking was terrible. How could a Home Economics teacher fail at their own cooking?
Right now, Tsuzuki was explaining how to sort your fruit on a plate so it would look professional. Pretty simple, since Tsuzuki wanted to stick to something sweet and simple. The kids were having different varieties of unique or plain messed up assortments of fruit on their plates.
Nagi found it ridiculous and started making rows of fruit in a circle til the top. It was boring, but what the hell?
Nagi's thoughts were more on Yoji's impression. He was more frightened of the senior, but felt angry when Yoji thought he knew something about Nagi when they just met.
This guy was a gay playboy! Who was he to distinguish what Nagi was like and needed for that matter! He just went up to him and acted like a shameless slut toward Nagi. Was there no shame in that?
It hurt Nagi more. The guy was insecure to tease him, not caring about how he felt about it. That was how most guys were here, maybe all if Nagi were damned. He knew it couldn't happen; a relationship between him and any other. It made him feel more insecure and alone.
He continued stacking his fruit when it collapsed. Tsuzuki-san came by and picked up a fruit, tossing it in his mouth.
He smiled. "Still good, though," and winked as he examined another student's fruit "master piece".
Nagi sagged deeper into his chair and waited impatiently for the lunch bell to ring. He hated lunch because that was when he was alone and unoccupied. He always sat eating quietly and ate slowly to savior the moment, then watched tacitly at his classmates across the yard playing soccer or talking about dates. But it was better than being alone and occupied in the class.
Then the Assistant Principle Manx came into the class, alerting everyone's attention to her. She was about the only woman to be seen by the boys in this school. She was young, but too old for them. There were rumors she might be hitting on the Principle Takatori only because they work in the same office and are usually seen together.
By her, she stirred a boy into the class. His eyes were downcast, but you were able to tell they were large. When he looked up, a chill went through Nagi. The eyes were piercing cold, not the temperature, but the boy looked ready to kill. His eyes were the most impossible green, but Tsuzuki's eyes were impossibly purple, so that the brightness of his eyes didn't matter.
"This student here is new to the school," Manx whispered to Tsuzuki, but was audible to the whole class, she must have wanted them to hear, too. " This is his second period. I know the bell is about to ring, but I wanted him to get to know his fellow classmates. And…" she leaned forward and whispered something into Tsuzuki-san's ear, and he merely nodded with a serious look.
"Class," she addressed the students, " This is Kurosaki Hisoka. Does anybody have Languages after lunch?"
There was a silence. Somebody shuffled paper.
"Nobody has Languages after lunch?"
It took Nagi a second to realize he had Languages after lunch. He hesitantly raised his hand.[2]
"There, what was hard about that?" she asked Nagi while giving him a look like he was a child. She pointed for Hisoka to sit by him. " Just follow him to your next class. Will you guide him through the school, Mr. Naoe?"
Nagi nodded a feeble yes, and she smiled leaving. What was she smiling at? Life was too much of a pain to smile.
Hisoka, frowning, pulled a chair and sat far beside Nagi. Fine, if that's how he's going to act, then that's his problem. He frowned back before the ball rang and class was dismissed to lunch.
Nagi walked through the halls. He still couldn't believe how tacit Hisoka seemed after the bell had rang. He had ooked at him, but he didn't get up from his seat.
"You coming to lunch?" Nagi had asked, concerned. He didn't normally like talking, especially to strangers, and Hisoka gave a weird vibe.
"I'm sure the teacher will want to talk to me."
And sure enough, the Tsuzuki stepped over Hisoka, putting a hand on his shoulder. Hisoka flinched at this contact.
"Nagi-kun, can you leave Hisoka here for me to talk to him. He can catch you after lunch, OK." Tsuzuki had a reassuring look on his face to cover another feeling, but Nagi didn't bother to question. He nodded and left.
Who was he to say what anyone could do with Hisoka-kun, anyway? It's not like he was Hisoka's master and Hisoka was an obeying puppy.
He was late for lunch, meaning the vending machines would have long lined, so Nagi quickly paced walking to the cafeteria.
He was turning the corner when he lightly bumped into someone and somehow caused a prick in his arm, were drops of blood surfaced. He clutched his arm and looked up to see the one person that had a knife in his hand brought up to his lips and licked.
Farfello.
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[1] What the hell.
[2] That happened to me in class when a new boy came. -_- I was so shy, and I usually like to ignore the staff and what they do. I hate my school.
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