It was so hairy. Kyo couldn't revert his gaze, and he had tried many times, but the amount of hair that rested on this woman's upper lip was astonishing. Also, it was very distracting.
"Now my little chicklings!" the drama teacher bellowed, her fuzzy lip catching the light and making her facial flaws more distinct.
Kyo twisted his eyebrows and pursed his lips at the strange woman. What had she just called them? Chicklings? What the hell was a chickling?
"Buddy up! We will be playing a super duper fun drama game I like to call ' Trust Falls'."
Kyo felt a tug on his shirt and he turned to his left, remembering that Ally had taken occupation of the only seat next to him. "We are going to be partners."
Her tone was light and had a distinct demanding edge. He knew better than to deny her request. For in the fine ten minutes of knowing her, he had decided he would be better off being her friend than an enemy any day.
Kyo got up off his seat and waited for Ally to do the same but she just sat there with a glassy look in her eyes.
"Uh, Ally?" He tried to get her attention but the unfamiliar roll of her name on his tone was unsettling. It almost made him feel scandalous when his heartbeat fluttered with the task of saying her name. He hardly knew her at all. The vowels of the name left a hollow feeling in his stomach.
She got up suddenly as if she had been embarrassingly startled awake from a sweet dream and, with a terse spin of her Converse clad heel, faced Kyo.
Her dazed emerald eyes held a rare type of madness in them as she stared at him through her chocolate, tawny hair. He could see the rosy remains of a blush dancing across her cheeks as she hooked her thumbs into her pockets and proceeded to lean most of her weight onto her right leg. She sighed and ran a hand through her elegantly disheveled hair.
Kyo felt a grin tug his lips as he took in her appearance. She wore the typical school uniform for this academy, a polo shirt and khaki pants, and hid the attire under an oversized black hoodie that slightly hung off her right shoulder.
Her hair was a beautiful mess of gold and brown that fell around her eyes in a graceful chaos of its own. She had one lock hiding her left eye completely. He felt his chest tighten. Maybe if he just reached over…
He let his gaze fall to the floor as the sensation of red flooded his face. What was happening to him? What was he supposed to do?
"Fall for me." Her voice broke the silence in his head like shattering a glass of water. He felt his thoughts spill and completely soak through every part of his mind.
Kyo gaped at her. "Wh-what?" he stammered, falling over his words.
She glared at him, almost bored, and repeated the command. "Fall for me," she said with a quixotic tone.
His eyes remained as wide as if they opened wide enough, they could find an explanation for her words.
She exhaled heavily. "This is a trust fall exercise."
He felt the mental wall of pure idiocy hit him pretty hard as he realized what she meant. Of course she hadn't meant what he had thought. That would have been futile.
Kyo took a few, somewhat hesitant, steps forward and turned so that his back was facing Ally.
"Okay, now just fall back an I'll catch you."
Her voice was reassuring but he felt something tugging at his brain. He felt uncertainty flow through his thoughts. What was he forgetting?
The curse.
Realization dawned on him, shadowing his eyes. If he fell back for her, she would catch him in an embrace and he would transform.
"Kyo, is there something wrong?"
He circled around himself so that he could see her face to face. She was much shorter than him, probably around 5'5 while he was at least 6'1. His eyes dropped down to lock her radiant emerald gaze with his.
"This game is stupid," he said bluntly, agitating his tone so that it had a sour edge that mildly reflected salt on an open wound.
He had expected Ally to resist his sudden urge to disband the game or to complain about how he should "at least try", so he was pleasantly surprised when a devious smile raked across her face instead.
"Yes, it is." She sauntered around to that she was closer to him. She motioned with her index finger for him to come in closer. "I'll fake a sprained ankle. You'll volunteer to take me to the nurse and Voila, we're out of class for the day." As she spoke, an evasive smirk painted itself onto her lips.
It took him a few minutes to realize he was gawking at her. What the little devil she had turned out to be, but he wasn't about to complain.
He smirked back. "Sounds like a plan."
"Okay everybody, Mrs. Hitts said I needed to introduce the class to our new exchange students from Japan." The history teacher pushed Tohru and Yuki to the front of the classroom. He spoke with a boastful tone and glared as if he were attempting to belittle them with every visible facial muscle. It left an expression that almost resembled a constipated horse.
But it was the metallic object around his neck that caught Yuki's eye. It was a whistle. No doubt this man coached some type of physically brutal American sport. The strained crease in his upper forehead was just piled evidence in that case.
"So, here. Introduce yourselves," the burly teacher said before retreating to his desk and sighing audibly.
Yuki glared at the man momentarily before clearing his throat. "I am Yuki Sohma and this is Tohru Honda." He gestured toward Tohru whose eyes had grown twice their normal size.
A cursory glance at the unkempt, yet somehow still legible, whiteboard gave Yuki the knowledge of this lethargic man's name. "Now, Mr. Gri-"
"Coach," the man corrected.
Yuki's eye gave a slight twitch before he regained his composed mentality. "Yes, of course. Coach Griffith, where are our seats?"
Griffith didn't bother to show any sign of emotion as he gestured toward two
empty seats on opposite sides of the room.
Tohru looked up at Yuki. He could tell she was nervous but she smiled anyways, like always, as she shrugged her shoulders and walked to the nearest empty chair.
Yuki inhaled slowly as he proceeded to saunter towards his own seat. He sat down in the last open desk that was casually disbanded in the corner of the classroom. Clearly these strange Americans had something against the poor desk. What had it ever done to them to deserve this isolation?
He scooted the seat closer to the cluster of desks that resided a few feet to the right of his corner. There. Now it could have some friends.
A slight giggle floated up from the side of his head. He snapped his head around quickly, his platinum hair spiraling, so that he faced the stranger sitting in the nearest desk. His hair landed gracefully over his mauve eyes adding an unintentional intensity to his stare.
There she was, the laughing stranger. She glanced towards him and locked on his gaze. He held a halcyon expression as he took in her image.
Her hair rested on her shoulders in a frayed sweep of midnight black and her dark chocolate eyes held a unique glimmer that he couldn't define. Around her enticing eyes she wore the most extravagant eye makeup he had ever seen. It was bold and contained a genuine intricacy that demonstrated her true artistic talent to anyone who dared to look her way. Lastly, upon the top of her feathered ebony hair, she wore a petite, steam-punk style top hat.
This girl was simply adorable.
Probably noticing his intense glare, she smiled at the entranced Yuki before returning her attention to Coach Griffith, who had begun talking sometime during the last five minutes.
"Okay, now, open your books to chapter thirty-one." He placed a book on Tohru's desk, almost slamming it so the room rattled.
"I want you guys to read it and take notes on it to learn it. The quiz over it will be at the end of class." He walked over and placed the second classroom copy of World History a true story on the edge of Yuki's desk.
Yuki raised his eyebrows. Was this man serious?
Coach Griffith walked away and lazily retreated to his chair again, making a loud squeaking noise as his weight pushed against the barley-stable plastic.
The breath gradually leaked out of Yuki's lungs in a dreaded sigh as he opened the book. The dank aroma of mold spilled across his nose.
He suppressed a gag as he took another deep breath and turned to chapter thirty-one.
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