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Soooo...

Next chapter. Because awesomeo123 wanted to update every two weeks. We didn't do so well on that but, no matter.

She's such a demanding person...

I'm going away for holidays soon, to a place where internet does not exist... jokes. It exists, I just don't have access to it. This might be the last update until next year.

So yeah, just a heads up.

This story is a collaboration with awesomeo123. I don't own KHR. Probably.

Chapter Two - You're Stupid

The next morning, I was ready to kill.

You see, there is no greater shame, than being publicly humiliated on one's first day in a new environment.

So I felt I should return the favour.

It took me almost half an hour, but I finally found him in the Reception room (maybe I should have checked there in the first place), lounging away like a spoilt brat.

He looked at me. "Why are you not in class, herbivore?"

Ignoring him, I held out the taser in front of his face. I pressed it so that a ray of crackling electricity could be seen on the end of the plastic black cube.

I should have gotten more sleep. What was I expecting him to do? Reach out and touch the damn thing?

He narrowed his eyes and pulled out his sticks to whack the taser away.

The metal lightly brushed the electric charge and I saw the electricity move up the pole to his hand. He jerked and slumped back onto the sofa he was sitting on.

Dumbass, he actually fell for it. He's so stupid.

I walked out the door feeling triumphant.

Now, bastard, it's one all.

Perhaps I spoke…just a little too soon.

During a lovely lesson of English, where I was on the verge of learning something new, he came in. Nearly ripping the door off its hinges, too.

The little Iinchou was mad. Definitely.

I couldn't help but smirk at his hair; it stuck up in all different directions. I kinda wished I didn't sit right next to the door, though. He turned and grabbed the front of my shirt, I didn't even have time to think 'perv'.

"Just spare the face…" I reasoned. Right before the metal came crashing above my eye. I was tempted to laugh and say 'you missed!".

He glared and continued to strike.

I'd left my taser in my bag, thinking I was finished with it. How wrong I was.

I could faintly hear some annoying noise in my ear. I could've sworn it was a mosquito.

"K-chan!"

Abruptly, I woke.

My brown eyes met blue ones.

"Yumi. I know we're friends and all, but what the HELL are you doing here?"

"We're not friends," he reminded me, checking his watch.

I slowly got myself upright, with much effort and pain. It seemed that I was in the school infirmary. Or so said the sign on the door.

A clock on the wall read 8 o'clock, fuck…Mum's going to kill me…

Wow, I didn't think people were allowed in school this late. Where was the doctor? I recalled hearing that he was a womaniser and tended to neglect his duties. He probably got drunk or something.

So…what happened again?

Ah, right. A little birdy went on a rampage because he couldn't handle a little shock.

Wait… what the hell? I'd been unconscious this whole time? At school?

"Right, whatever…" I muttered, poking the bruises on my arms as I remembered him standing there.

You see, Sakurai Fuyumi was what I would consider a friend, but to him, I was considered a 'little brother'.

"So what are you here for?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Your mum was worried," he grinned. "My dad's buying you some time."

"What lie did you tell her?"

"I dunno, I told my dad to do it. We've only got twenty minutes until it ain't gonna be legit though."

I nodded and abruptly stopped from the pain that caused.

"Can you walk?" he asked , pulling me into an upright position.

I slowly shook my head.

"Okay I'll piggy back you." He crouched down and tried to gently pull me onto his back.

I jerked, "What?! No! I can wa-"

Uh…no, I actually wasn't screwed to walk.

"I win," he grinned and once again tried to move me onto him.

"Hate you." I folded my arms over my chest. With much difficulty.

"Just get on," he sighed. "Twenty minutes is not a long time. You're Mum's gonna be pissed."

Grudgingly, I let him helped me up.

He was actually pretty tall. As he settled me into a decent position so he could move, I patted his black hair. It was still as fluffy as I remembered.

"Excuse?" he suddenly said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hah?"

"About your injuries."

I waited.

"You got hit by a car." He sounded so proud of himself. I wanted to smash his face.

"Dude! The hell are you thinking?! If I said that, my mum would go freaking crazy, and would probably say something like, 'you can't go home by yourself, I'll wait for you at the school gate every day'!"

"It was a SUGGESTION. Hm…how about you tell her you joined a sports club? She'll like that, wouldn't she? Isn't she always telling you to go exercise?"

"…Are you implying that I go to the powerwalking club, and just so happen to trip every other bloody day? Because these injuries are temporary. I am not going to have these injuries all the time."

"Fine then, you think of something K-chan," he grumbled, shifting my weight to one side as he opened the door.

"Uh…I was studying…and I fell out of the chair."

I could just see him rolling his eyes as he sighed, "A little unbelievable, bro. Why don't you use that smart head of yours to think of a better excuse?"

Muttering under my breath that I did not have a 'smart head', I looked around. Thank god people didn't seem to want to stay at school so late. Gee, I wonder why. As I looked over my shoulder up into the darkening sky, my blood ran cold.

Hibari was staring. From the roof.

"Yumi! Run!" I hissed, whacking my fist up and down on his shoulder.

"W-wha?"

"Run!" I panicked and started pulling his hair. "Giddyup!"

"Ow, I'm not a horse, K-chan…" he complained, but started running anyway.

The guy was pretty fit.

After about five minutes of flat out sprinting, he slowed down to catch his breath. It was slightly disappointing, I mean, really? Only five minutes? That's kinda sad…but then again, I guess I wasn't exactly light as a feather…

"So, KK, what was that for?" he seemed like he was struggling to breathe…huh.

"Um, there was a guy on the roof…and he's the one who, uh, gave me …uh…these…" I muttered, gesturing to my bandages and bruises.

"What?!" He started running back the way we came, to the direction of the school. With me still on his back.

"Wait!" I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck, strangling him.

"I'm gonna teach that fucker a lesson!" he yelled. "No-one messes with my little bro!"

I deadpanned, god this guy was retarded. Not wanting to point out that I was a girl, I suppose he was being metaphorical. "It's…it's not his fault…" I lied through my teeth, trying to get him to stop."I…sort of…tasered him."

Yumi stopped. Finally. His ragged sprinting was bringing out all the pain from my injuries. "You WHAT?"

"Um…long story, how about you just get me home and I'll tell you some other time?" Not really sure if he would accept my bluff, I tried nudging him back in the right direction.

It took a while, but it seemed like he was willing to accept my lie when he finally turned around and started jogging towards my place.

I got off Yumi's back when we reached the front door. There was no reason for my mother to rant for a couple of hours about my stupidity and recklessness that got me a stack of injuries. Actually, seeing that there were guests, she'd probably start right after they left.

Yumi helped me as I limped through the front door and into the living room. There was silence. And it wasn't just any normal silence, where everyone was doing their own thing and was enjoying each other's' company. It was the dude-you're-in-deep-shit-I-feel-for-you-but-I-can't-help-you silence. It was extremely awkward. Yumi slowly put me down on the ground, but still supported me since I couldn't really stand properly.

Yumi's dad nodded to me in acknowledgement. I bowed awkwardly in return, all the while feeling my mum's piercing stare (glare) that was trained on my face.

I tried for a cough to break the silence, "Um…I'm home…Mom?"

"Akiya-san told me you got hurt," she stated flatly, clearly questioning my appearance.

"Uh, um…yeah..I…uh...um..."

"She fell down the stairs," Yumi butted in, giving my mum a bright smile. The jerk.

I forced a smile, "Yeah, you know how I'm careless and all?"

She glared, but eventually nodded. "Don't let it happen again." She turned to him, her voice doing a full one eighty change. "Thank you for bringing her home, Fuyumi, she's such a troublesome child. Doesn't think of her mother at all. Breaks my heart." I mentally rolled my eyes. Such a drama queen. She faced me again. "Kaze, go make tea, can't you see there are guests, what happened to all the manners I taught you?"

Obediently, I left. Stiffly acknowledging Yumi's dad's apologetic look.

"Actually Kaze, do you mind if I give you a hand?" he asked, standing up. My mother didn't look pleased, but since it was Akiya-san, she let it slide.

"Um...no, I don't mind?" I answered, confused.

Yumi's expression turned to one of horror. "Dad. You're...leaving?"

"Be a man."

As my mum started spouting out words of praise, I left Yumi awkwardly smiling at my mum just as she began patting and beaming at him.

Taking out the tea from the drawer, I showed him where the cups were. Yumi's Dad and I never really had...what one might call a 'conversation'. He knew I sneaked out every Tuesday and Friday night with Yumi (hanging out as friends not...something...disturbing). He knew I often got into trouble and when I did, he'd help me keep it from my mum with his glorifying influence as the male support in her life. He spoke first.

"I'm assuming you lost the fight?"

"Only the second round," I muttered, before catching myself. "Wait. How did you know? Do you stalk?" I asked, slightly creeped.

Laughing, he replied, "Of course not. I've seen plenty of injuries before."

"Really?" I asked sceptically, waiting for the water to boil. "What's your job again? Yumi never answers that one."

"Secret," he replied with a smile. "It gets a bit rowdy every now and then, I suppose. So, who was it?"

"His last name's Hibari. Black hair, kinda short, scrawny, slanted eyes, blah blah blah."

He suddenly looked serious. "You shouldn't hang around him. He's with a bad crowd."

"You mean the delinquents he calls a bloody disciplinary committee?"

Yumi's Dad paused for a moment. "Yeah. The delinquents. Dangerous."

…Okay, he had a weird expression on his face, but I chose to ignore it.

The kettle started screaming and I quickly went to shut it up. As I did so, Yumi's dad grabbed my arm and exposed my black and purple skin. I grimaced and looked at him. He had narrowed his eyes and his face took on a contemplative face. Struggling just the tiniest bit, I one-handedly made the tea my mom was expecting.

Yumi's dad finally spoke up. "What weapon did this Hibari use?"

"Uh…long metal stick things about the length of a forearm. With handles." I so failed at explaining things. Using my hands to demonstrate what I was picturing did not help.

"They're called tonfas. They're ninja weapons," he said sternly.

Ah. Right, so that's what they were called. "Are they expensive?"

"They're dangerous. He's dangerous."

"Wait, let me guess, your secret job?"

"Exactly. And I know you will want to try again, so if you do, try a more…subtle approach."

"Like what? I got nothing."

"Did you know that iron sulfide mixed with hydrochloric acid smells really bad? And that schools usually keep a large supply of those chemicals in their science storerooms?"

I got it.

When we went back, my mother looked at us incredulously. "That took a long time. For tea…"

"The kettle was malfunctioning," he said sweetly. Huh, I totally see where Yumi got his skills from…even though he was technically adopted…

And so, my battle with…Hibari… became a daily habit.

He would win some…and I would almost win others.

But then, one day…

Whoo. Cliffhanger.

I swear it sounds too dramatic, but blame awesomeo123. Totally her fault.

I honestly have no idea where we're going with this story sooo... You peoples have any ideas?

Um... I had something to say, but I forgot...damn.

Uh, lemme think...

...I don't think this was what I wanted to say, but, the chapter titles. They're really iffy. See, awesomeo123 made the title, right?

So, like, The Things I hate About You, yeah?

And then the chapter titles would be: 'You Are blah' , right?

BUT, she accidentally wrote 'He Is' for the first chapter (I fixed it, but she probs won't notice...) and she thinks we should just leave it like that.

So what you ppls think?...Is this A/N too long?