Sorry for the delay, I'm stressed a lot these days so I couldn't update as quickly as before. So if I don't meet my said updates, Im terribly sorry then. Don't forget about my crappy grammar from last chapter, sorry bout that too. But I think this chapter will pretty much be the same as the last one, so sorry! Here's the current votes:
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Shiro walked down the hallway with a pissed off expression as he had a vein throbbing the left side of his temple. The older classmen even flinched at their new freshmen, dreading if they got another nut case in their school. Shiro frowned in obvious distaste as he cursed Kyoya out loud.
"Fuck you, Kyoya! Fuck you to hell!" He shouted earning petrified glances from everyone.
Like the hell he cares what the others think, all he cared about was that Kyoya forced him to join the disciplinary committee. Shiro just wanted a normal school life, away from the crazy story plot that's going to happen soon and one that he couldn't get involved in. But no, life seem to hate him as they seem to want to kill him early in life...again. Shiro stopped as he breathed in and out to calm himself, controlling himself. At least he managed to refuse Kyoya for now, which took a lot of effort for someone like him. Even Kusakabe seem to agree with Kyoya after he gained the knowledge that he and Kyoya we're childhood friends. That man was actually a really nice guy, and he respects Kusakabe for surviving Kyoya. And a little jealous that he doesn't get beaten up as much as he does.
Shiro walked into his new classroom, only to be taken aback by the girls that swarmed him like a herd of bees. He was flustered as he tried to move away from the girls, who wanted to touch him and other unwanted places.
"Are you single!?"
"Y-yes I'm sing-"
"Your hair's white like snow! Is it your natural hair color?"
"It's natur-"
"When's your birthday?"
"December 2n-"
"Please go out with me!"
"No." Shiro was annoyed by know as he did his infamous death glare, making the girls all back off without a word.
He sat down on his seat with a bright smile afterwards, with hints of flowers floating around him. Unknowingly to everyone else, Shiro was analyzing every escapes he could find, favoring his designated windowsills. The girls we're silent for a moment before they all burst out while blushing crazily.
"His still so hot like that, especially his glare!"
"Not to mention he has like a split personality!"
"Don't forget his mysterious vibe!"
As the girls kept bickering, to Shiro's horror, even some guys seem to have taken a liking to him. While the other half of the male population seem to glare at Shiro for his quick fame. Shiro deadpanned, boy, junior high will be tuff, huh.
As everyone seems to talk to him or herself, Shiro was already bored as he tried to ignore the girls around him. His amber eyes however, flicked towards the door when their teacher seems to come in. His face went blank as he saw the ugly face of one Nezu. Said man came in with a smile but stern look as he stood in front of his students.
"Sit down please." Nezu ordered as the standing students sat at their seats they chose, "I'm Nezu Dohachiro, your science teacher for this school year."
Some of the students greeted their teacher with warm greetings, but Shiro could only think of good insults for the man.
'Fuck-sensei...no...basterd? No that's Gokudera's vocabulary...Di...Dic...Dick...!' Shiro stood up abruptly as he pointed at the teacher.
"Dick-sensei!" Everyone gaped at him as Nezu seemed to fume at his new student that he officially hated.
"Excuse me yo-"
However Nezu was cut off when Shiro smirked but quickly hide it as he continued his plan.
"Don't you remember me Dick-sensei? I'm the kid you slapped because I accidentally threw up on you!" Shiro acted, as his classmates seem to turn to their teacher and shot him a dirty look.
Nezu seemed angered but scared shitless when almost everyone glared at him, with the girls adding more flame to theirs. Shiro cackled quietly to himself as he stared at the officially dubbed dick-sensei as his classmates continued their heated glares. Operation Make-Dick-Sensei-Have-The-Best-Year-Of-His-Life has officially started. Take that you lying scum AND for harassing Tsuna in the future!
Shiro looked around cautiously as he walked down the hallway with careful steps. Hibari? No, Shiro's running away from some loud idiot that just won't leave him alone.
"EXTREME! FUBUKI IT'S GREAT TO EXTREMELY SEE YOU AGAIN! Join the extreme boxing club!" Ryohei screamed as he ran towards him.
Speak of the devil, that's the loud idiot that Shiro was running from. Shiro turned towards the window as he quickly tried to launch himself out of it. Keyword, tried. Shiro was soon hauled back when Ryohei's vice grip grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him back inside. He growled in annoyance, why can't someone just leave him alone for one day, Kyoya was enough, but two? He'll die! Not like he's not glad to see the sun user, but today is not the day.
Ryohei beamed at Shiro as he continued his speech, " Fubuki! Extremely join my-"
"No." Came Shiro's quick reply.
"Extreme-"
"Hell no."
"However-"
"Just stop."
"But-"
"That's it! This week has been a pain in the ass for me. With you yelling about joining your freaking club, which I kindly refused! I mean, with Kyoya chasing me around was good enough, but having his entire disciplinary goons after me takes my frustration to a whole new level. And you're not helping it! So just leave me alone!"
Ryohei was rendered speechless at Shiro's outburst making the younger to gain hope that the boxer gave up this hopeless case. Shiro that hope grew when the future sun guardian backed away. However all that hope seemed to shatter when Ryohei only pumped his fist into the air with a huge grin on his face.
"This extreme confession makes me want you to join even more!" He said as he advanced towards Shiro.
Shiro could only groan to himself as he leaned backwards towards the window and fell with an easy tilt. The students that watched the scene screamed as they dropped their stuff and ran to the window, expecting to see splattered blood and a corpse on the floor. Only to gasp when they saw Shiro twist his body in midair and caught onto a sticking branch from the trees. Shiro grabbed the tree branch and released, making an arch in midair before doing a full flip onto the ground. Shiro whirled around to look victoriously at Ryohei. He smirked as he stuck his tongue at the boxer who seemed to point frantically behind him in utmost urgency. But Shiro ignored it. Bad mistake.
"Omnivore," Came the cold voice of one certain Hibari Kyoya.
Shiro's victorious smile froze, as he stood rigid at his spot. The whole school seemed to die at the appearance of the man, and from what Shiro observed, all the rest of the students already fled. He turned around like a broken robot as he saw Kyoya with a stoic expression, his black gakuen fluttering behind in exaggerated motions. A pitiful shadow came across Shiro as he stared horrified at Kyoya who in turn took out his infamous tonfas.
"For breaking the law of Nanimori, I'll bite you to death." He said before charging.
Shiro quickly swiped his Katars out, crossing them in a defending position as he mentally cried to himself.
'Why is god so cruel to him?'
It was the middle of the year when Shiro was once again captured, sitting in front of Kyoya who was sipping his tea calmly. His white ruffled hair and clothes indicated the earlier spar with the many scratches and bruises adoring Shiro's skin. The son of Manako and Ryuu pouted, feeling the ache getting to him as he slumped on the couch. Seriously, Shiro was starting to hate this game of cat and mouse. Not like he had any choice at all with the constant times Kyoya dedicated his time chasing him with obvious bloodlust. The funny thing is, is that it's his way of saying 'Join my fucking committee'. Shiro sighed, he really should find away to make the prefect stop…A light bulb seemed to pop out as the Katar user turned to stare at Kyoya in front of him.
"Ne, Kyoya!" The prefect looked up as he meet Shiro's warm amber eyes, "What about we make a deal."
The future cloud guardian raised his eyebrow before nodding his head for Shiro to continue.
"Let's do this, I'll be in the disciplinary committee," Came Shiro's shocking answer.
Kyoya frowned at Shiro's words as he looked up suspiciously, "What else, Omnivore."
Shiro grinned, "You know me so well, so, like I said I'll be in the disciplinary committee. But, at the same time I'm not. Like a part-time job, what do you say? I'll hand out the detention slips, or even 'beat up' some people for you. So can you please not chase me again?"
Kyoya was silent for a moment, pondering if he should take this deal or not. While the other thought, Shiro nursed his cuts, frowning as he prodded a painful bruise. The prefect smirked after moments of consideration, nodding at the terms.
"Fine, omnivore." Shiro mentally danced in joy at this answer.
However, he was quickly brought out of his thoughts when he catches something quickly with his hand. Shiro deadpanned as he held the famous disciplinary armband that Kyoya threw at him. He looked up hesitantly as he saw the look of amusement in Kyoya's eyes.
"You're enjoying this aren't you." Kyoya could only shrug as he looked up again when Shiro stood up to leave.
"Omnivore, don't forget to wear it, or I'll bite you to death."
Shiro sighed as he waved an uncaring hand, exciting the door with easy steps. When he rounded the corner, he soon threw the armband through the window. Like hell he'll listen to that jerk, and not like the other would just attack him. They made a deal.
The next day, Shiro oddly never made it to the first class.
Some deal.
Everyone in class waited patiently for their test scores to be called up, each person stepping up at their name. Nezu was glad that this year's class was actually average unlike those pathetic people with low scores. He expects that the next freshmen's will be just the same. As he called up the scores, he soon scowled as he saw the name of the horrid student of his. He grudgingly called out the name as he tightened his grip on the paper with disgust.
"Fubuki Shiro...100 points." The class applauded Shiro as he stood up happily.
He walked in front of Nezu as he held out his hand, a sardonic smile directed at him, "Thank you, dick-sensei~"
A vein-throbbed as Nezu angrily threw the paper at the boy, the annoying student only catching it with a dancer's poise. The science teacher nearly snarled at him, hating the sly smirk directed at him, he didn't have a choice but endure the teen's insults. The reason why was that he has already sent the heinous teen to the principle's office, and magically came back saying that the principle said that he was being ridiculous to say discouraging things about this talented man. The second thing was that Shiro was apart of the disciplinary committee, and the rumor about him being Hibari's childhood friend brought fear to Nezu. Not to mention about his parents, Nezu mentally groaned, dear lord their just as crazy as their son.
As Shiro sat down on his seat, Nezu sighed relieved that the problematic child was soon going to his 2nd year. Then he'll be gone from his sight! While the teacher mentally nagged, it was only a matter of time before he noticed someone was missing, namely one Fubuki Shiro. He looked frantically around, before demanding his students at the whereabouts of the escaped Fubuki.
"Where did Fubuki go?!"
A female student who was watching the window dreamily pointed towards it, "He left that way..."
Nezu gripped his hair frustrated as he howled in rage. That man will be the death of him someday!
Shiro sighed sadly, pouting as he thought of the year that went to fast for his liking. Not to mention he genuinely missed making Dick-sensei's life a living hell before he could get his hands on Tsuna. A couple of girls giggled as they saw him up by the windows, giving blushing smiles. He became quite popular now that he thought about it, more so in his 2nd year of Junior High then when he began.
Shiro observed the people below him, his legs swinging back and forth from his place on the windowsill. Over the years, he's noticed his undying love for windows, and now its daily to see him sitting on one or jumping off it. Kyoya's been beating him up for the abuse of school properties, but really, he couldn't understand. The windows are like his loyal pets that present itself wherever he goes, its simply touching that they we're created just for him. A match-made in heaven.
Oh, don't forget about the main cast coming, Shiro thought to himself, it's been about a month since their arrival. And Shiro was kind of disappointed at the lack of interaction between him and the others. At the same time, pissed at dick-sensei for already harassing Tsuna. Not like he could interfere, it's apart of the storyline, he grudgingly repeated to himself.
Shiro placed his head on the side of the window as he continued to look at the scenery from below, earning many weird looks from the 1st years. The white-haired boy tugged on his sand colored blazer just like in the anime when the crew went to their 2nd year of high school. It was rather comfortable. It was at that moment when he saw the trail of dust coming down the path. Shiro chuckled, watching as Tsuna came barreling in with just his underpants and sky flames flickering above his head. A loud shout of his undying love for Sasagawa Kyoko, left her running away at the lack of clothing the other boy had.
"Look's like I'll be in for a hell of a ride."
EXTRA:
Shiro sat next to his grandfather on the couch, who had his eyes closed in a short nap. At the cushion down of the sofa, Satoshi cracked his eyes open to glance at Shiro, who in turn smiled. The old man huffed amusedly, adjusting his crossed arms under his beard.
"What do you want, Shiro-chan?" The reincarnated man asked, knowing the other was up to no good.
"Weeeeellllll~" Shiro drawled, his eyes looking up, "I was wondering if we could...mess with people?"
Brown eyes snapped open, sitting straight up to turn towards Shiro blankly, and "How messed up?"
Shiro smiled deviously, "Oh, I don't know...make a pit and name it love, and watch people fall in love?"
Satoshi stared at his grandson for a moment before abruptly shooting up from his seat. Out of nowhere, the old man pulled out a shovel with the most serious expression ever.
"Let's go." With that, the grandpa moved out the door with Shiro not that far behind him laughing.
"Where are you guys going?" Ryuu asked at the distance, "...IS THAT A SHOVEL! WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING WITH A SHOVEL! STOP!"
I got my inspiration for the EXTRA from a twitter by Bill Murray, and I was like, this can be totally what Satoshi and Shiro would do.