HELLU!... UMMA, SOZ 4 THE LATE UPDATE…
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: IN THE LAST CHAPPY, TOUSHIRO'S TWIN WAS AKIKO… I WAS REMINDED IN A REVIEW SAYING THAT IT WAS MEANT TO BE YUKIKO (MEANING SNOW CHILD) SO I CHECKED UP IT ON THE INTERNET AGAIN TO FIND OUT THAT I MADE THE STOOPID MISTAKE OF GETTING AKIKO AND YUKIKO MIXED UP… I'M SO VERY SORRY AND NOW, WE CAN CARRY ON WITH TOUSHIRO'S TWIN BEING YUKIKO INSTEAD OF AKIKO… URGH, THEY SOUND SO SIMILAR… THIS IS SO EMBARASSING! ARGH!...
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Hinamori sighed as she trudged through the long, narrow, locker-lined halls of her new school again.
'Urgh… let the teachers have mercy on me today! PLEASE!...'
The girl breathed in deeply and opened the door to her classroom and stepped in, pretending to not notice all of the stares and snickers that were being thrown at her by her classmates. She made her way to her seat and dropped her book bag to the floor, dumping herself in her chair. Luckily, class hadn't started yet so she wasn't stared at by her teacher as well. Looking at the other teens' books on their desks, the next class seemed to be Chemistry.
"So? Did our little peachy have a nice week?" Paris sang out, smirking as she was poured with the glory of the class laughing along with her at her insult. Momo just rolled her eyes and slammed her books onto her desk. Annoyed by the lack of reaction, Paris got out of her seat and sat on Hinamori's desk, picking up a tube of liquid paper.
"Well, I could see you got a new haircut! It shows off your eyes, a LOT cuter!"
It was true. On the second day of suspension, the brunette did get a new haircut to fix the mess the slut had given her. Instead of a long bangs and fringe that covered the top half of her eyes, the girl now had a shorter fringe with bangs that only cascaded the sides of her face. Her hair was much less of a burden now as she could see better, it only reached her shoulders and everyone was able to see her face.
"Hey! I asked you a fucking question! If I ask you a question, you give an appropriate response!" Packerman finally snapped and poured the white liquid out of the tube, onto Hinamori's jeans. Momo jumped out of her seat and looked down at the mess, then back at Paris.
"I warned you!"
Hinamori opened her mouth to say something but stopped when the teacher stepped into the classroom. She had short, black bob hair, red horn-rimmed glasses and a bony frame. Her nails were painted cherry red and threatened to give out under the weight of the teacher's heavy books. On her ID tag was her name, "Margaret Ramasy."
The woman started to call the roll but stopped at a name when nobody replied to it.
"Toushiro Hitsugaya? Is Mr Hitsugaya here?"
Nobody responded, leaving the teacher to mark him absent and move onto the next name.
"Christopher Is-"
SLAM!
The door crashed open, revealing a panting white-haired male who rushed into the classroom.
"Sorry, ma'am. Had to run home for my books."
Ms Ramasy raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced with the excuse.
"So you left your books at home, then ran back to get them?"
"Yes."
"Okay…" The lady let it slide and fixed the "A?" mark next to the boy's name. Toushiro sat behind Hinamori and leaned over, handing her a pile of books.
"What's this?"
"You took my books to school, so I thought I left them at home but I only found your books when I got there!"
"Oh, sorry!"
"Whatever, just-"
"THE TWO AT THE BACK! PAY ATTENTION!" The teacher screeched, breaking the conversation of whispers between the two teens who immediately swapped their books and looked at the blackboard again.
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"So the formula for heat energy, as revised was mC Delta-T! (A/N: The triangle Delta sign doesn't work… I think… but anyway…) Therefore, laddi-daddi-laddi-daddi-bloody-la!"
Hitsugaya was sure that the last bit wasn't what the teacher'd actually said but sometimes, boredom took control of his ears when all she was explaining was crap that he already knew. The boy looked around the classroom, his eyes stopping on a white stain on Hinamori's jeans. Out of curiosity, he ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and wrote "Wat happened 2 ur jeans? T.H" before scrunching it up and throwing it onto the girl's desk.
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Momo's eyelids began to drop as the struggled to keep her head up. The teacher's voice sounded like it was recorded then played a million times slower. She could feel her head dropping when…
Hinamori suddenly perked up when she felt something hit her hand. The girl looked down to see what it was to find a piece of scrunched paper. She carefully took it into her hands and smoothed the note out.
"Wat happened 2 ur jeans? T.H"
'T.H would probably be Toushiro Hitsugaya…'
The brunette grabbed her pen and scribbled, "A result of Paris getting her hands on liquid paper…" and dropped it on the floor behind her nearby Hitsugaya's feet. The boy picked the note up and read it before scribbling a message on it again and doing the same procedure as before.
Hinamori read the second memo, "Meet me in front of the cafeteria at lunch."
'What would he want in front of the cafeteria?...'
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Momo walked up to a waiting Toushiro in front of the cafeteria as instructed on the note soon as the bell signified the time for lunch. She could see his refreshingly reckless white hair sticking out of the crowd. The girl made her way to her companion.
"And why did you call me here?"
"This is-" The boy suddenly stopped short and looked around as he was searching for something. He turned back to Hinamori. "Wait a sec! OI! MATSUMOTO!"
Momo followed her housemate's eyes which set onto a girl who looked at least two to three years older than them. She had strawberry blond hair that reached her hips, bright, blue eyes and massive breasts that bobbed up and down with every movement she made. She turned around and waved at the two.
"Yea! Just wait!" The girl sang as she shoved her way through the crowd before finally reaching the two teenagers in front of the cafeteria.
"Oi, if I ask you to wait somewhere, don't just go off wandering to someplace else." Hitsugaya scolded before turning back to Hinamori.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"NO!"
"Fine, fine! So uptight!"
"Shaddap!"
"I'm Rangiku Matsumoto! Nice to meet you!"
Rangiku pulled Momo into a tight hug before finally letting go.
"Momo… Hina… Mori!" Hinamori managed to pant out before asking, "Toushiro, why did you call us here?"
"Oi, Matsumoto! Do you think you can fix her jeans?"
"YES! YES! YES! YES! They're a mess!"
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Momo watched Rangiku fix her jeans as she pulled the towel around her waist tighter.
"So…" Matsumoto tried to start a conversation. It was really rare for her to be stuck in an awkward silence so she wasn't very good around them. "Is Toushiro your boyfriend?"
"NO! He isn't! We just… both live with my uncle…"
"So how come I've never seen you before?"
Rangiku's voice muffled as she was holding a needle with thread through it in her mouth. The busty, young woman could see Hinamori's face sadden and regretted asking but her curiosity only grew at the thought.
"My parents and best friend died in a car crash after me and my friend graduated… we were going to go somewhere to celebrate but a boy… he looked exactly like Toushiro… I know it can't be him but it's driving me insane!"
The girl's eyes gave out and poured tears as her voice started to quiver. She stopped talking and breathed in and out in slow, shaky breaths.
Matsumoto finished her last stitch before tying it off. The female leaned towards the crying girl and embraced her in her bosom.
"Honey, we both need to have lunch, my shirt is getting wet and you need to put some pants on!"
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"Seriously, how long does it take to fix a pair of jeans?..." Hitsugaya grumbled beneath his breath as he checked his watch, leaning on the door to the girls' bathroom.
"Ew! What's that pervert doing in front of the girls' bathroom?"
"Maybe he's gonna go in!"
"As if he would!"
Toushiro lifted his head up to realise that passer-byers were mumbling about him and staring. Then again, if there was a guy who stood in front of the girls' bathroom for nearly half an hour, it wasn't wa surprise that they'd be expecting suspicions. The boy sighed and was about to leave when-
"Rangiku! I can't wear thi- ARGH!"
The next thing Toushiro knew, he was face flat on the ground with something warm and heavy on top of his back. It took him a while to realise it was none other than Momo, who was now getting up and rubbing a sore spot on her head.
"Urgh… that hurt…"
"It'd hurt less if you got off my back…"
"Wha? SORRY!"
The girl quickly jumped off her housemate's back before helping him up.
"Geez, you're such a klutz-"
Hitsugaya was stopped short when he actually noticed the change in his housemate's outfit. The red skinny jeans she was wearing that morning was cut off to at least three quarters up her thigh and had a black heart stitched onto it. Her black and white striped blouse was now unbuttoned with a white tank top and red necktie beneath it. Her black and white polka-dotted converse shoes matched the outfit very cutely.
"Ummmaa…" Momo started, feeling uneasy with all of the stares she was receiving from everyone in the hallway and not to mention, Toushiro. "Does it look weird?"
"N-no! Not at… all!"
"Really?... That's… ummmaa… a relief! Hehehe…"
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"Shit, me missed lunch!"
The three ran off to their classes with Matsumoto running off in one direction, Hitsugaya, and Hinamori running off in another. The two stopped in front of their next class, music, panting. The boy opened the door for the girl but grabbed her shoulder as she was about to walk in.
"You should dress like that more. It suits you."
With that, Toushiro quickly marched into class, leaving a flustered Momo in the doorway, blushing.
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HELLU!... SOZ! UMMA, I KNOW THIS DIDN'T REALLY MOVE THE STORY ALONG AND IT WAS KINDA CORNY BUT IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO GET TO THE CLIMAX AND GET A RELATIONSHIP GOING SO YA… IT'D BE NICE IF U COULD REVIEW! THNKS 4 READIN'!...
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