Hopefully this will make up for the long wait I put you all through. This is a very long work in progress... I'll update this when I can however this comes last to my other stories-- Until I finish one of the other three... Well enjoy!
(It's meant to sound like one highschooler... but it is meant to be highschoolers')
A Highschoolers' Kingdom: Chapter One
"Urameshi-kun–"
A fist slammed into the locker beside his head, vibrating the metal, causing it to ride into his body. "Where's my homework?"
"I'm afraid I didn't do it. To do so would prove to Tagushi-san that you, in fact, did not do it. You're vocabulary isn't as elaborate as mine, I can't begin to–"
The bully growled and in a sudden motion grabbed and hoisted the other into the air by their collar, "You're job isn't ta think! You're job is to do what I told ya ta!"
With a sigh the redhead faced his common abuser, "I believe we went through this before. If I did not think than how could I possibly do your homework? I suppose you can say that I don't think when I don't do your homework though."
"Why you–"
Having had enough of this repeated scene day after day after day a bystander snorted and commented, "It's obvious you don't have the guts to teach that smartass his place. That or your smart enough to realize that if you did the teachers would have your ass kicked out of school. It's not like a baka like you does your homework anyway so why force another to do the task if it won't help you pass?"
He turned his slicked head of hair to the side, his hands still holding the redhead up in place, "Who the fuck do ya think you are shrimp?!"
"Hn," he shrugged and gave the redhead a look. The green eyes looked back at him curiously before realization crossed over him and he kneed the other in the stomach. Not waiting to see if the redhead escaped or if the dark brown haired teen was harmed, the short one walked off.
After safely making it to his first class he released a calming breath before taking his seat. Briefly he wondered over the action of the unknown, short, spiky haired boy but then class started and his mind set changed to school mode.
With the school day almost over now he allowed himself to wander back to this morning. He had never seen him before, or perhaps he just hadn't noticed? From the corner of his eye a blur of black passed and upon glancing to his side he became aware that the latter of the two was true.
Quickly he stood and followed the other into the back of the room, his teacher having not noticed or cared for he was currently at his own desk occupied by with his computer.
"Hello?"
The tiny teen mumbled to himself before subtly looking up and realizing he was being spoken to, "Hn?"
"Yes, well, I wanted to thank you for this morning. It was very kind of you–"
"Tff, don't expect it again. You're pathetic. Letting him bully you," he rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever mindless task the teacher had assigned.
"I see... but thank you nonetheless." He gave a small bow before going to leave the other.
"Pushover."
The red hair snapped around as their owner whispered, "Excuse me?"
"I said you were a pushover, got a problem?" the oddly colored eyes made themselves known as they looked into the equally odd ones of the other.
"Is it because I don't resort to violence you think such? If you know anything, know this, I have been bullied several times in the past– violence doesn't help. I've taken to not doing anything and though it has no seen results, in time he'll grow bored and move on–"
"Yeah, you've been bullied before but a slap to the face is hardly a defense. You're a pushover, a wimp, a weak little girl," a smirk spread over the childlike face but his taunting had no affect on the ever calm perfect student.
"You have me wondering how you know what you do but at the same time I find myself not wanting to know," a slim hand whisked back the long red hair as he left the other to his business.
He winced when his locker was slammed shut, Urameshi the doer of the deed.
"That little asshole this morning had a point, I need to show you your place," the sinister smile upon his lips made the other uneasy, "We're going to the park, now."
"You–"
His rough hand grabbed at the other's forearm and jerked him closer, "I'm going to smear your face across the fuckin' pavement–"
The redhead sighed and nimbly escaped the hold, "If you'll excuse me I have homework to do."
Books scattered the floor as they were knocked from the arms of the dedicated student, "I said were going to the park now."
Impassively he collected his items before sparing a glare to the teen, "Lead the way."
"Good boy..."
A swift movement of his hand had his hair tied back, "Am I correct in assuming anything goes?"
The bully snorted, "Yeah, sure. Ready?"
Urameshi didn't wait for a reply but rather charged towards his slender punching bag.
Kurama took a step back and dragged his foot along the leaf covered ground. Skillfully he flipped over his opponent and brought him to his knees with a quick kick to the back of his leg.
Knowing it wouldn't be enough to bring him down he jumped back, "Urameshi-kun, may I suggest–"
With an animallike snarl the enraged teen snapped around and in a rather agile movement, on both their parts, he managed to brush his fist across the pale cheek.
Having had enough the redhead sped forward and grabbed hold of him to then knee him harshly in the stomach, leaving him to gasp up large breaths of air.
"I'd rather not have to resort to this again, Urameshi-kun. Please don't bother me any more," with an airy sigh he gathered his things and went off. However, in the background, had he had taken a look, he would have seen the same odd boy from earlier with a smirk upon his lips.
"Hn, it seems like you just needed a shove to get rid of your little problem, ne?"
"Apparently not," he murmured, his feet moving faster against the school's tiled floor.
"Shuichi... or would you prefer Kurama?" the teen then questioned, obviously knowing it would get a rise from the redhead.
His hair whipped out as he spun towards him, "You know far too much about me... Are you some stalker?"
A rather disturbing grin took form on the smaller one's lips, "I'm not part of any of your fan clubs if that's what you're asking."
Shuichi stepped closer to him, "How is it you know so much about me? Who are you?"
"Hn, I distinctly remember you not wanting to know," the comment was thrown over his shoulder as he turned down the perpendicular hallway. When the other went to follow he found the mysterious, creepy teen gone from sight.
In a rush the redhead entered his last class of the day and searched for him, "There you are!"
A thin black brow rose as its owner's head perched atop his raised but folded hands, "Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Find out for yourself," he huffed out.
"Why can't you just–"
"Minamino! I'm surprised with you! Sit in your seat!"
"I apologize, Haisho-sensei," he quickly offered as he made his way to his desk.
The man fixed his glasses and sighed, "And who may you be?"
A smirk graced the teen as he walked to the front of the room and pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket.
"An exchange student? This slip is dated back to last Monday! Are you–"
"You were always fiddling with your computer plus if you had checked the attendance of your students you would have seen. If you have a problem I can just goto the office and–"
"That will be fine.. What's your name?"
His ever smirking face glanced towards the eavesdropping redhead before leaning in and whispering to the teacher.
"Dully noted, please take a seat behind Minamino-san–"
"Haisho-sensei, Anigai-chan sits behind me..."
"Well, Minamino–"
"Her and I exchanged places for the rest of the year," was all he shared as he took the seat behind him.
Shuichi turned towards him to ask him more but was quickly reminded that school was still in cession as the booming voice of the older man started up.
"How is it you know so much about me yet you've been here no longer than a week?"
The black haired teen snorted at him, "You said something about being a stalker before, ne? Well think about it, how could I, someone who–"
"Anigai-chan stalked me?"
"She was obsessed with you!" he laughed, his fingers pushing back his draping bangs, "If it weren't for escaping the assholes I lived with I'd have avoided meeting you at all cost. Tff, you can hardly hold your own ground and what's with your hair?–"
"My mother loved my hair!– Humph, I needn't prove anything to you, your parents– assholes I believed you dubbed them, seemed to have rubbed off on you," the redhead stalked off the school grounds and down the cement pathway.
"So your mom's dead too?"
Slender but strong fingers gripped hard at the locker's door, "I don't believe that's any of your business–"
"Note how I said too, dumbass," was the snide remark.
"I'm sorry, but I rather not speak of this," was his softer, almost apologetic, whisper.
"Whatever."
Maybe there was something more to this no named mystery, but Shuichi still wasn't quite sure if he wanted to know.
So a few more days passed. A bit more banter going on between the two but nothing much else, until on the fifth day, his little secret was let out of the bag.
"Koorime, read the next problem and solve it–"
The boy scowled, grabbed his things, and went to leave without a single word.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
"I told you to call me Jaganishi, later," he slapped the hand that went for him away before slamming the door shut behind him.
"Jaganishi-kun?" Shuichi called up into the auburn turning tree.
"Tff, go away, baka."
Skillfully he scaled the tree and laid himself upon the thick branch right above the other, "I have foster parents, it's not exactly the same as adoption, as I'm guessing–"
"Shut up!" he growled, his red eyes sending daggers at the other
Seemingly unaffected the redhead went onto say, "I never met my father, but for the longest time my mother kept saying, he'll come back one day. That day has yet to come and her illness kept her from having to suffer and raise a child single handedly–"
"Why are you fucking telling me this?! Why do you think I give a shit?!"
Lazily he dragged his finger tip upon the rough bark surface as a breath left his chilled lips, "I suppose I thought you and I could do well with having someone that understands."
"You thought wrong," Jaganishi grumbled, "Because you would never understand– ever."
"You never know until you try..."
"Like I'd tell you anything."
The red hair drifted with the wind's force, the solemn face coming into view, "My apologies, lets forget this ever happened."
He literarily dragged a hand down his face as he looked up at the other, "You know, you're really annoying, right?"
His slim shoulder shrugged as his thick lashes lowered to shield his eyes.
"I was born in Japan but because of neither sides of my family agreeing to the union of my parents we all moved to America. At only a few months old my parents died. A relative moved to the U.S. to take... me in and from there I was treated like shit. Happy?"
"It sounds like you're leaving something out... Like why your relatives would take you in if they–"
"God!" he gripped tightly at his hair and closed his own eyes, "I had a twin, she bared the trademark traits of my mother's family. That is the only reason for them taking me in. They would have separated us but my sister would cry hours on end if I wasn't beside her. Is that better now?!"
"It's a start," he lightly smiled before wincing as he shifted upon the branch, "I kind of wish that my mother had relatives but my grandparents were all she had and... they blamed me for her death."
"You believe those bastards?"
His lips twitched lightly, that familiar smile faltering, showing for the first time that it was indeed a facade, "Of course, I may have been only eight at the time of her death but I was fully aware of what was happening. I saw her struggle to do the simplest of tasks, I could have prevented it–"
"You can't cure a friggin illness by just helping around the house, idiot."
Kurama remained quiet at that before shakily righting himself and glancing down at his wrist watch, "Thank you for listening... perhaps you're not that bad after all. Maybe another time you can tell me your first name– and your sister's."
"You seem almost scared of something..."
That all too familiar mask fixed itself as he brought himself to the branch the other sat on, "Nothing's more frightening than life's surprises."
His back pressed against the trunk, the closeness leaving him a tad unnerved, "You're going to live life in fear then?"
Green eyes glittered into his own as he shook his head, "Of course not, when I turn eighteen I plan on resolving my issues."
"Eighteen...?"
He nodded affirmatively and slowly made his way back down the tree, "Seeing as we have the day off tomorrow, would you like to meet here again... Lets say, five?"
"Maybe... and my name's Hiei."
A rather breathtaking smile graced his glowing face, "Hiei, flying shadow, I like it. Well Hiei, perhaps I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Hn."