Disclaimer: I do not own Hana Kimi.

Warning: Okay... so... "Loosely connected oneshots". Herm. Yeah. So, there will be no overall plot to be found in this thing here. Like everything I write, I barely plan it out in advance at all so who knows where it'll go, but there is a certain... direction, shall we say, that I want to take it. Rated T for safety. It could change, in either direction. There may be some hinted and/or very tame Nakatsu/Kayashima action, at least at the beginning of this thing. How that may or may not progress, who knows? We'll see. I'm not sure.

Anyway. Read it, please. And enjoy it! (I hope.... v.v)

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The Other Side
I: Fox

"Oi. Kayashima. Come down here."

"... Why?"

"Why not?

"... No. I'm busy."

Letting his book bag fall to the floor, Shuichi Nakatsu sighed heavily, running one hand through his bleached blonde hair. Removing his jacket, he tossed it carelessly onto the floor alongside his bag, glaring up at the half wall partition that hid his roommate from his sight. "You sure ran out of class pretty fast today. If I come up there, I'm not gonna find you doing some creepy voodoo shit, am I?"

A brief silence followed his question, lasting just long enough to make him slightly nervous.

"No. Don't come up here."

"W-why? You say it like that... It makes me curious."

"Don't come up here. You'll regret it."

"W-what?! "Regret it"?! What the hell are you talking about?!"

Standing still in the middle of their room, Nakatsu stared at the half wall with the completely unmasked feeling of incredulity his roommate's words had caused in him. He nearly jumped when a small sigh drifted down from the upper level, a distinct note of annoyance audible in the quiet, breathy exclamation.

"Please, stop talking. You're distracting me."

'Distracting you'?... From... from what?

"Um... Ah... O-okay. Sorry..."

He wanted to ask. He really, really wanted to ask, but the unfamiliar tone of command in his friend's voice kept all possible questions at bay. Sitting dejectedly at the small desk situated next to his bed, he rummaged through his bag, his fingers closing around a small item located at the bottom. The white porcelain was cold against his hand as he lifted it out and set it carefully on the wooden surface of the desk. He stared at it for a moment, his eyes studying every detail of the little figurine in an attempt to distract himself from what may or may not be going on above him.

It had just been there, lying on the ground. When class had ended that day and Kayashima had shot like a bullet out of the room, he'd wanted to follow him, to ask him why he was in such a hurry, but his mission had been put on hold when he'd seen it sitting there. It had been strange. That's why he'd picked it up and turned it over in his hands. One just didn't find things like that lying around the campus of an all boys' high school. Or many other places for that matter. And that's why he'd pocketed it, tucked it away in his bag with the distinct purpose of bestowing it upon his rushed roommate once he caught up to him. Because it had been strange. And because Kayashima would like it.

He sat in silence for a few moments, pushing his feet against the floor, causing the chair to swivel in one direction and then the other. The quiet that had settled in the room was teetering on the verge of being unsettling, punctuated only by muffled sounds from the other side of their closed door. Nakatsu leaned back in the chair, lacing his fingers together as he tried to focus on those noises rather than the unnerving silence. Gazing at the ceiling, he nearly fell out of his chair when Kayashima's face suddenly appeared from over the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?!" Nakatsu yelled up at the psychic, confused by the perplexed expression on the other's face and by the fact that he was the one being asked that particular question.

Kayashima frowned down at him before his eyes locked onto the figurine sitting on the middle of the desk, his black eyes squinting as he regarded it. Nakatsu opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly when the other disappeared behind the wall before he had time to speak. Turning in the chair, he watched Kayashima walk down the staircase and approach the desk, his eyes never leaving the small porcelain statue.

"This..." Kayashima gestured towards it once he reached the desk.

"Yeah?" Nakatsu offered, trying to decipher the slightly bemused expression the psychic was wearing, wondering if what he'd found was really that interesting.

"It's a... kitsune?" Kayashima murmured, seemingly asking the question to no one in particular as he reached out and placed one finger on the head of the small, white fox.

"Yeah. I guess. That's what it looks like to me, anyway," Nakatsu mumbled, scooting forward to rest his elbows on the desk. "It's yours."

Kayashima's gaze finally returned to him, a smile quite evident in those mysterious black orbs. "Mine?"

"Yeah. I thought you might like it, so..."

"Where did you..."

"I dunno. I just found it outside. Weird, huh?"

"Nn. Yeah." The smile in his eyes finally made its way to his face as Kayashima picked up the small figurine, holding it near his face as he studied it. That smile grew steadily larger as the seconds ticked by until a small chuckle fell from his curved lips.

Nakatsu watched the scene unfolding with wide eyes, feeling slightly perturbed by his roommate's uncharacteristic behavior. "Uh... Do you... like it, then?"

His pale hand making a loose fist around the small fox, Kayashima rested it against his grinning mouth, his eyes closing for a moment as he stood there, silent and still. "Yes. Thank you," he whispered against his fingers after a short pause, his eyes opening fractionally.

"Uh... You're welcome..."

Lowering his hand, Kayashima continued to smile, his black eyes resting upon his sitting roommate. Another unexpected laugh broke through the silence and the psychic stepped backwards, moving towards the small staircase.

"Thank you, Nakatsu. You really saved me," he said cheerfully, one foot resting on the bottom step.

"W-what? Saved...? What the hell are you talking about?!" he asked, confused, once again, by the things the other boy was saying. Rising halfway out of his chair, he squinted at his friend.

The only reply he received was a mischievous smile before his roommate, and the fox he carried, disappeared from sight.

Fox - End

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Thanks for reading! I hope it was alright...

And, so, I have started another one. If you looked at the genre markers, you may have noticed how all it says is "supernatural". That is going to be the common theme which "loosely connects" these stories. I couldn't decide on the second genre to mark it as - comedy, romance, drama, suspense, etc - because it will very likely be constantly shifting between such things.

Also, you may have noticed I used the room layout from the drama. I like the separate levels they used in the drama better than the bunk bed setup of the manga. (Right? It was bunk beds in the manga??) I think the separate levels provide a little more interesting layout and also allows for a bit more... I don't know what the word I'm looking for is. Anyway. It's important since all these scenes are ONLY going to be taking place in their room and nowhere else. (I think.) So, yeah, drama layout, even though the characters in my head are the manga ones... .

One more thing. It's been quite a while since I've read Hana Kimi. I do not remember exactly what Kayashima's abilities are, or if they are even fully explained in the manga. I remember about the auras, of course, and he can see ghosts/spirits (right?), but otherwise, I shall be taking great artistic license concerning what it is that he knows/can do.

And then, the super last most important thing I will say is............ REVIEW!!! If you would be so kind. Constructive criticism and the like is always welcomed and appreciated. I'm not asking for (or expecting) for you to tell me how amazing this story is, just your honest opinion is all I ask. Please and thank you! ^_^