Koenma Daio had lived his entire sixteen years of life with what it seemed was one purpose and one purpose alone; to impress people. To impress his parents, to impress his parents' friends, to impress his parents' friends' friends… Life as he knew it was that of a neon sign- it was there to look pretty and to bring in costumers. One thing that he had never had to worry about impressing, however, was a peer. A student, or schoolmate, or hell, even a friend. He wasn't going to say that he had necessarily lived his life friendless, that was a terribly depressing overstatement, but he had never had people that he hung out with on the weekends or did homework with, or rather talk about homework that wasn't done with. He had been home schooled, privately tutored, the whole nine yards of the stereotypical life of a wealthy teenager. Never had he come in contact with someone his age that lived under the middle class roof. He wasn't oblivious to their ways of life style, and he understood that when you didn't have a multi-billion dollar company like his father, times could be tough. The teenage heir didn't look down upon those people or belittle them in any way, he had just never associated his self with them and didn't plan to.

Until of course his parents felt that they were sheltering their child to much, and thus enrolled him in a public school near their newest home.

"Son," his father had said in his deep, intimidating voice, folding his hands in his lap as he sat as his desk. "we've enrolled you at Makai High School, where some of your lower class ancestors attended as well as your mother's very distant relatives." for Koenma, a "distant" relative often meant a poor one.

It wasn't like he could protest even if he wanted to, so he nodded and returned to his room, locked the door behind him, and stuffed his face into one of his expensively custom made pillows to groan loudly into.

Today was the day that he had been dreading ever since his father first told him the news- his first day at a public, no, any high school. The uniform was a typical button up shirt and pants, solid white with gold-colored trim on the cuffs of the sleeves, collar, bottoms of the shirt and pants, and black buttons. He stared at himself in the mirror in his room, as he tied the last piece of the uniform onto his arm- an arm band that was solid black save for a white roman numeral 2, which showed that Koenma was a second-year at this high school. He looked… normal, almost. It was feeling he both dreaded and enjoyed, if such an emotion were possible.

His maids handed him his briefcase-looking-book-holding-mechanism, whatever the hell it was, and a small post-it note, which read, Sorry I couldn't be there to send you off! Have a wonderful first day! - Mommy

Koenma groaned audibly and threw the note in the trashcan on his way out.

Were sending him off without at least any face-to-face encouragement not enough, they made him walk as well. "It builds character," his mother had said. "The best way to educate yourself on the life of a middle-class individual is to live like one."

"I live in a four-story mansion in seclusion at the top of a hill."

"I didn't mean it to that extremity."

The young heir took the path down the hill from his house and out of the secluded area, all the acres his father owned with a zero-tolerance trespassing policy, and into the actual town a few blocks west. He passed the tiny stores, the benches, the parking meters, the cars and the people on his way there. He was entering the school in the middle of the school day, so he saw no other students.

He sighed and looked upward at the cloudy sky, his worried expression evident to anything from above that was watching. "God help me." he muttered, and kept walking.


"Alright, Touya?"

"Here."

"Jin?"

"Here!"

"Urameshi?" After a beat of silence, the old, stoic teacher looked up from her role. "Urameshi?"

An all to familiar orange-haired brute finally spoke up. "He's late, Sensei."

"Typical." she wrote a check by the boy's name and stood from her desk. "All right, it's Monday and none of us want to be here, so let's make this quick and painless. Today, we'll discuss Japan's involvement in World War T-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a teenager opened the door wide and a bit dramatically, his brown hair greased back save a few strands over his forehead. His uniform shirt was open, revealing a black undershirt, and the arm band with his class number on it was tied sloppily and loosely around his left arm. "Sorry I'm late, Grandma." he said with a cheesy grin. Girls in the class swooned a little at his bad-boy appearance.

"You look like hell." Genkai replied. "Now sit down, I'm trying to teach a damn class."

Yusuke followed her cranky orders and grabbed a seat next to his best friend near the back of the room. "What'd I miss?" he whispered to the tall, large teenager. Kazuma Kuwabara, Yusuke's best friend as well as old rival, rolled his eyes and dropped his pencil down on his desk, making it evident that he didn't plan on taking any notes of the lecture going on at the front of the room. "Nothing, she's just in one of her Monday moods."

"How is Monday any different from the other days?"

"I guess it isn't, it's just different for me considering I didn't have to put up with her bitching over the weekend, and now I have to get use to it all over again." He rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. "She pisses me off."

"Me and you both, pal."

Genkai often wore a red uniform over her petite frame, her old, grayish pink hair at her shoulders and her raspy, aged voice hollering at various students, in her class or otherwise.

The class dragged on, as Genkai's class often did, for the remainder of the hour and a half. When the notes were taken and the lecture was over, the class all resumed conversations from earlier meetings and perhaps started some new ones. Yusuke and Kuwabara made their ways to the front of the class to grab the two desks directly in front of Genkai.

Yusuke grinned up at his teacher. "So tell me, Sensei, are the rumors true?"

Genkai glared lazily at the boy. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I heard that the heir to the Daio company was transferring here."

Genkai just sighed and returned to her paperwork. "I don't know, I don't associate myself with the rumor mill at this hell hole."

And that was that. The bell rang loudly and the class orderly left the class room. "Have a good day, Sensei." Kuwabara said with a bow, attempting to be polite to make up for Yusuke's childish rudeness.

"Yeah, whatever."

The two of them made their way to Kuwabara's locker, which they shared ever since Yusuke forgot the combination to his on the second day of school. His best friend handed him his text book for their next class they had that day, which they also shared, and looked up to find three females heading their way.

"Yukina!" Kuwabara called out affectionately, running up to her and lifting his girlfriend off the ground in a large but genuine hug, and brought her down to the floor. You'd think that he hadn't seen her in years, when he had actually just seen her this morning.

The short second-year smiled up at Kuwabara, her bright, beautiful red eyes shining, and her aqua-colored hair tied up in her usual red ribbon. "Having a good day Kazuma?"

"I am now!" he gave her a large smile and grabbed her hand to lead her over to where the other three stood.

Yusuke caught both of his closest female friends smiling at the couple, and poked fun at the taller of the two girls. "Isn't it sweet, Shizzy? You two are one day gonna be in-laws!"

The older Kuwabara sibling just chuckled, and placed a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't have any problem with that." Shizuru replied.

The third-year was, indeed, Kuwabara's older sister, making her formerly known as Shizuru Kuwabara. She wore a male's school uniform instead of a female one, saying that the skirt showed way to much leg and that that just wasn't "her style". She cared for and raised her brother for the most part, their parents rarely being home. The tomboy had a knack for styling hair and was intrigued by psychology, and planned on pursuing one or the other after she left high school.

Yusuke never did quite figure out how it was Kuwabara and Yukina become a couple. Well, for Kazuma's part he did, he being helplessly in love with her and all, but Yukina's reasons for giving the kid a chance were never clear to him. All he knew is that the girl was very happy, and that Kuwabara was even happier. The only two people to call him by his first name were his sister and his girlfriend, the people he cared for most.

"All right, who's all going to Jin's party tonight?" the one speaking now was Botan Shikigami, a blue-headed beauty with pink eyes and fair skin. Botan wanted to go into forensic investigation, for she had always been intrigued by death. She had been a close friend of Yusuke's ever since childhood, back in the old days when she, Yusuke, and their friend Keiko would all play together as children.

Keiko. He shook his head violently to get the name of his childhood love out of his head, who moved away to get into some high-end private school the year they were all supposed to go to high school together. The memories of the arguments they had were painful, and the reminder that cruel words were the last thing either said to each other hurt even worse. Yusuke shifted his focus onto his friends, who were all talking about Jin's party that night.

"You're going right?" Kuwabara asked of the brunette as he left his daze. "Yeah." Yusuke replied, running his hand through his hair.

"I'll see you in Lit, Urameshi! I'm gonna walk Yuki to class!" he said the sentence as if he'd been given the best privilege in the world.

Shizuru and Botan went their separate ways as well, Shizuru to her math class and Botan to her own respective math class, but not before a quick kiss between the couple. Yusuke faked a grimace at the two and Shizuru slapped his arm.

"As if you haven't seen worse on your selective pay per view."

Botan laughed loudly at Shizuru's andoke the two walked off, Yusuke blushed lightly but got over it quick enough.

He was heading in the direction of his Japanese Literature class, before he heard a slight commotion among the girls around him and turned to face the direction of the end of the hallway.

He felt his brown eyes widen and his grip slip on his book, and forgot about it and let it fall to the ground. At the end of the hallway was one of the most, no, the most beautiful boys, no, teenagers, no, things he had ever seen… Brown hair that was long and a bit messy, but clean, parted in the middle, with brown eyes that could pierce the stars… That overwhelming look of wealth and dignity and grace capturing every part of him from his fingers to his lips. Yusuke felt his face flush and his entire body numb at the very sight of him, and the teenager had never felt a feeling anywhere near as similar. It was as if he had seen the very first light in his entire life.

The bell rang, bringing Yusuke back to his senses. Realizing that he had just saw and swooned over another boy, he grit his teeth in frustration and blushed a hell-fire red and turned in the other direction. Fucking hormones! he thought as he stomped to his next class.


Author Notes:

"…we've enrolled you at Makai High School…" - Too cheesy? Eh, probably, but I like it. I know it means Demon World, but some of our favorite demons attend this school, so it's appropriate. Sort of.

"The uniform…" - I had a really distinct idea for the uniform, and if my description is at all hard to understand, think of the Junior High uniforms in Ouran, just not as fancy.

"briefcase-looking-book-holding-mechanism…" - you know, the little book back that they carry by the handle. What the FUCK is that thing called?

"and her aqua-colored hair tied up in her usual red ribbon…" - it IS aqua, right?

And the whole Yusuke going gaga over Koenma paragraph… I've had a rough week so I felt I owed a little cheese to myself. If you're into that kind of thing, enjoy. If not, bear it, there wont be much else of that kind of thing in the next chapters.

Let me know how I did! R&R please!

-Lou