LL A.K.: Hello, everybody! I finally decided to work on the Sniper and Sea Man projects!
Falcon: Probably because you were reminded when you checked Wind Kitty's profile for her update info.
LL A.K.: Yep! Okay, then, angsty, dramatic, homicidal Sniper is the subject today. For some reason he's less appreciated than Mitarai.
Falcon: Yeah, and don't ask for Shounen-ai, we just won't do it, unless its Itsuki and Sensui.
LL A.K.: Because that's actually kinda cute and true. But we won't pair Mitarai and Hagiri together.
Falcon: There will most likely be Itsuki and Sensui, because…um…
LL A.K.: They're in here.
Ominous Disclaimer Voice That Comes From Nowhere: Long Live Asato Kido and Falcon-sama don't own YuYu Hakusho, you people should know that by now.
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I sat in the back of the classroom, listening to the teacher from a distance. She was saying something about health and it had the rest of the class laughing incredibly loud. They were an annoying bunch, but I just stared at the board, past them all. Our uniforms were the only thing that made us slightly similar, but personalities outshone the black shirts. I couldn't bear to be in the front of the class, that's where the nerds sat. And on opposite walls were the preps, divided, smiling at each other then instantly turning to make snide comments about each other. In the center, were the people on sports teams, band members, and so on. The back, however, consisted of three would-be Goths that kept to themselves. Naturally, it forced me to sit next to prep group number one. A group of people who only cared about what their boyfriend/girlfriend was wearing out of school, how much louder could they smack their gum, and of course: how they got to school.
"So, Kaname"—
"Hagiri."
"Oh, right. You like being called by your last name." It was some girl, Ami, and her friends were looking intently at me. "So, I heard you got a new bike."
"I quit BMX." I muttered dismissively. "By 'bike' your little friends mean motorcycle."
She looked like she was about to faint. "Really? A motorcycle? Could you give me a ride after my cheerleading practice today?"
"Already promised someone else." Well, that was the biggest damn lie ever, next to 'There's not going to be any alcohol at the party.'
She seemed to turn slightly red, but it was hard to tell, she had so much makeup on. "Oh, okay. Mind if I ask who?"
Ah, a personal favorite of mine; slit your friend's throat so you can get what they have. Too bad no one had a ride with me.
I fought to think of a name. "Sara."
"Sara that goes out with Koro's cousin?"
"I guess."
She quickly turned to her friends and began whispering feverishly.
I stole a glance at the clock. Almost twelve twenty. About time, since I was starving. I turned my gaze to the board, definitions and questions, read. Boring work, but it's not like there's going to be anything interesting in this health class. I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and wrote it all down, then crammed the paper into my pocket.
Then, the bell rang. I got up, taking my time, so that I wouldn't be forced into the stampede of students. In the cafeteria, it was plain that the bell would ring before I could get the chance to even eat lunch. The line was insanely long, and they were running out of food fast. I'd once again be forced to go to McDonalds. And there was always a line there! Dammit, that means I'll have to eat at home, and I don't even have the patience for ramen noodles.
"Hey, Hagiri! Over here!" I turned to look. It was Ivan and Surtake. The only two at the school I could manage being around. I rolled my eyes and walked to the table and sat down.
"So, no lunch again?" Surtake asked.
I looked at him briefly, then swiped his burger and took a bite out of it. "I do now."
His burnt red hair fell in his face as shook his head. "Honestly, Hagiri, I woulda given you half."
"But the satisfaction of a stolen meal, in its entirety, tastes much better." I took another bite.
Ivan just looked past us in a daze, and then suddenly snapped back to life. "Hey look, it's Anna… with her friends, though." He sighed. "Jeez, they're like a bunch of damn guard dogs with her."
He finally got my attention, after I nearly gagged on soda. "Funny, I thought you were talking about my sister."
"I was."
Surtake's eyes widened. "Are you crazy!? You don't date your friend's siblings or cousins! It's a rule!"
"I thought we didn't go by their rules." Ivan half smirked.
"We keep that one." I muttered.
Ivan looked at me pleadingly. "Oh, c'mon, Hagiri, please?"
Surtake shook his head and said sagely, "After you get past a girl's friends, you must face the challenge of her psychotic brother."
"What. Did. You. Say?"
"Nothing!"
I sighed with disgust and left, sick of those two.
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I walked into the school parking lot, twirling my keys around my finger aimlessly. I had only had my bike for about three days, after saving money since I was roughly eleven. My parents wouldn't buy me hardly anything because I had all that money, in cash, in my room. While all the kids in middle school were talking about their newest video games and movies they went to see, I had hardly any new games or movies, except the ones my grandparents had bought, and they were scolded by my parents for it. But, my dad died, and then the family decided to bind together a little more.
Isn't life great? Wait till someone dies to forgive.
I got on the bike, flipped the kickstand, and jammed the key into the ignition and turned. I had a helmet, but I didn't bother to put it on, I was a reckless person.
I drove out of the parking lot, and stopped at the sign, which was out of character for me, I can't picture myself as a law-abiding teen.
Do those even exist?
"Hey, Kaname!" Ami walked up to me. "Turns out practice was cancelled, can I get a ride now?" She smiled, making me nauseous.
Let's see, Kaname, if you do, there's a slight chance she might try to make you her trophy-boy, if you don't, she'll spread rumors all over the school about you, beginning with 'gets all his clothes from Goodwill', and eventually advance to 'gay'.
I hate people and these social webs.
"Sure, I guess." She got on behind me, put on the helmet, and wrapped her arms around my waist.
VRRRRRNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!
I took off. If I was forced to give her a ride, she might as well suffer. I started weaving through traffic, and slowed down only when I caught sight of a light up ahead, along with a cop. When the bike came to a complete stop, Ami lifted up the visor and I saw her wide blue eyes in the mirror.
"Are you crazy?!" She stammered nervously. "You nearly hit that semi back there!"
"That's nice." I said dismissively. "So, you're getting off at your house, right?" I moved my bangs out of my eyes.
"Yeah, how about you?"
Well, she knew where I lived, so, where could she never find me?
"My house." Great, now her and the cult of pink she belonged to would stalk me. Quick, add something else! "Probably going to go to sleep."
"Oh."
I looked up. Thank god, green light! I turned into my neighborhood and the tires screamed in the process. I drove down the street much slower than I was going earlier, and pulled into the driveway of a house that was painted a pale yellow.
I saw her take off the helmet in the mirror, her eyes locked with mine. Another thing I learned from being so stoic, girls like her will try to talk you into 'going in their house for a minute'. I moved my gaze to her house.
"You getting off or not?" I said gruffly, patience wearing thin.
"Thanks for the ride." She suddenly had a purr in her voice. "Wanna come in for a minute? No one's home." She put her head on my shoulder.
I turned my head slowly to look at her in the eyes. "Slut." I shoved her off the bike and turned the bike in her driveway, and sped off, leaving lovely tire tracks on her lawn, and the helmet spun in a circle beside her.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
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I drove right past my house, making sure the engine was insanely loud and that my mom and sister could hear it. I turned the corner and stopped as a swarm of cars went past me like one of those trails of ants, it never seemed to end. I rested my head on the handlebars lazily for a moment. People were so stupid and greedy. If they didn't want money, they wanted to have the best mate. It was like they were a bunch of animals. Maybe they were, and I was just about the only one who realized it. It sometimes stunned me how humans were at the top of the food chain; hell, maybe we weren't, maybe there was some animal or something that's just letting us think that.
I brought my head back up and pulled out of the street.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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"You hit him." A man's voice said.
"You were foolish enough to trust me with the truck." Another man, with a oddly gentle voice responded to the other.
"You hit one of them. Heh, it seems almost deliberate."
"If I did it on purpose, Mr. Sensui, he would've been killed."
I opened my eyes slowly. There was a white ceiling above me, plain and boring.
"I think you woke him up, Itsuki."
"Why is it you continue accusing me?"
I sat up, my shoulder was numb with pain. Sitting in chairs near the couch I was on were two young men. Older than me, but young enough to have been maybe in college or near the end of it. One of them had black hair that was slicked back and had a strand that was slightly twisted and hung in front of his forehead. He had a purple dot on his forehead, and was kind of tanned. He had on a grey sweatshirt and black pants. His intense blue eyes looked at me with interest. The other, had turquoise hair that stopped just past his shoulders and he was pale, with yellow eyes and he wore white pants, a red shirt, and some white shirt-like thing over the red, along with a yellow sash around his waist.
"Where am I?" I asked, observing the room. At least there was nothing that could be used for torture, no guillotines, maces, or axes.
I should quit watching TV movies so much.
"My apartment. One of us decided to pull out at an inconvenient time."
"You hit…my bike." I said, halfway in disbelief.
The man with black hair smiled. "Actually, Mr. Itsuki hit you."
The blue-green haired one sighed. "I do apologize."
Yeah, well guess what, stupid, you didn't spend most of your childhood trying to afford a bike.
"So, do you have a name?" I asked the other man.
"Shinobu Sensui. You have a name as well, I hope."
"Kaname Hagiri." I looked at my gloves. At least they were intact. "So, how far is it to get back to Syngoku Park?" I asked.
"Not too far. You could walk, but it would be dark by the time you got halfway." Sensui said.
"Dark?" I looked out his sliding glass door, the sun was beginning to set. "What time is it now?"
"Six forty-seven." Itsuki said, eyes closed.
Damn. If it would be dark by the time I got home, my mom wouldn't let me in the house. I found that out the hard way.
"You're welcome to stay here for now. We were just about to watch a movie." Sensui said, holding a tape.
"Ever heard of DVDs?"
"It's not on DVD."
Okay, I don't know if I want to watch this movie anymore. "What's it called?"
A sly smirk crept on his face. "Chapter Black. Art film."
Art film? Well, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
He pushed the tape into the VCR and pressed play.
TBC...
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LL A.K.: Well, how was that?
Falcon: I dunno.
LL A.K.: Just tell them.
Falcon: R&R!