Author Note: its been a while, eh? Well, I was waiting on a bit of inspiration.. Found it :) (And then lost it)
Anyway, as far as times are concerned. Let's just assume it all connects with each other in the sameish timelike, kay? Not sure how to explain the difference int that one, considering I don't know the year that Nabari takes place.
Oh, and so you know how magic barriers keeps out Muggles and magic folk? Yeah... well Nabari aren't muggles..or magic folk.. - Just putting that out there for later use. Sorry for the wait!
It was a complete mystery as to how two students, if they were even students to begin with, had managed to sneak their way into Professor Snape's class without anyone noticing. Regardless, here they were, about ten minutes into Snape's lecture on Polyjuice potion looking as if they were both about to die of sheer boredom. They sat in the back, in front of them were a set of Slytherin students who looked deeply disturbed when they realized that Yoite's emotionless stare was finding interest in them, unblinking. Miharu simply sat there, his chin resting on his palm, occupied with a moth nesting in a set of drapery.
"May I...help you?" Snape's voice was drawling and borderline of sinister, yet never lacking that sarcastic quality. The rest of the students turned in curiosity, gazing at the boys who were out of uniform.
Yoite adjusted his stare to fix eyes with Snape, but it was Miharu who spoke. "We're just observing." As he said this, his eyes adverted from Snape and found themselves resting once again on the moth. To say Snape was offended was an understatement.
"Observing?" Snape quipped. Miharu grew annoyed, bothered by this unnecessary question. He had just stated that, had he not? What else was there to say, other than the fact that this man was boring them both to death?
"I already said that, didn't I?" Miharu asked, refusing to remove his gaze from the moth. It was more entertaining than the Professor, and it didn't ask him unnecessary questions.
"Back talk is not allowed in my class," Snape said, glaring down at the boy. The tone of his voice upset Yoite.
"You asked Miharu a question," Yoite said, his voice like venom; a rhetorical question. The glaring between the Professor and exchange student was intense, laced with anger. Snape wasn't sure what he saw in the eyes of that child, but it sent chills down his spine.
"Your name," Snape asked, intended towards Yoite, he didn't respond. His fist slammed down on the table in front of the two, but they didn't even flinch. Miharu yawned, absentminded looking for a clock that would indicate whether it was an appropriate time to take a nap. "Your name."
The potions professor put all of his will power into a few full seconds of a steely glare, aiming with all his might at the older looking boy. From student's views, it was lost within the boy's endless blue orbs, dangerous pools void of mercy or sympathy.
"I don't exist," Yoite stated, his voice calm and chilling. "You don't need to know my name."
Professor Snape was taken back at the boy's response. He'd heard just about everything in response to that particular question, ranging from absurd fake identities to straight rude gestures, but never this. No, this was in a different league entirely, and he was sure the boy meant every word, every syllable even, that came from his mouth. The whole class was silent.
Miharu passed a sideward glace at Yoite. It pained him to hear those words, though he would never admit it. He adverted his gaze back to the moth. Snape turned from the desk and continued with his lecture, straining to keep his usual drawl despite how shaken he felt.
A few students just watched them, staring into the eyes that saw nothing.
.
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"I didn't enjoy that class at all," Miharu stated, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he and Yoite made their way out of the dungeon. It was easy enough to ignore the passing glances they were receiving as others walked ahead of them.
"Neither did I," Yoite sighed, and together they walked off to find something else to do.
Author Note: I'm really sorry.. It's terribly short, but I had to put up SOMETHING! Any ideas for next chapter?
