Disclaimer: Watase Yuu is to Fushigi Yuugi; Qkslvr is to…a hairclip. Got it?

Note: Honestly, this whole name-changing thing is taking its toll on me. I had to continuously check the characters' new names and the spelling… -_- I know how bad this part is, believe me. I just wanted to put something up today…

Anyway, I still have them, though! Here are the others:

Migawari Aiji—Chiriko (sacrifice of a beloved child)

Jinsoku Hisaki—Tasuki (swift flames)

PART TWO

Hisou and Youshi exited the headmaster's office and walked down the hall to Youshi's second period.

Hisou halted in front of a door, "Well, here you go, Room 243. English with Mrs. Peters. Good luck!" Hisou gave him a thumbs-up and returned Youshi's schedule sheet. "Since we have the same lunch period, we can meet at the lunchroom 4th period, and I'll show you around."

Youshi smiled and shoved the piece of paper in his jacket pocket. "Ah, honto ni? Arigato."

As Youshi went inside, Hisou was left on the hall, pondering. There's something familiar about that guy, I just can't figure what…

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Youshi looked to all directions, the lunchroom wasn't very packed, but being a new student in a new place where people wear the same thing, finding a person wasn't exactly a walk in the park.

He spotted Hisou about five million tables away at the end of the room (lunchrooms in this school is BIG!!), chatting with a guy who had shoulder-length brown hair, tied at the nape and another one wildly making some gestures of what Youshi could make of was an explosion.

When he caught Hisou's eyes, he waved furiously. Hisou waved back and signaled him to join them. After 48 years, and several scratches later, he was finally settled at Hisou's right side, trying to catch the other guys' names amid the noisy surrounding.

Hisou introduced him to the guy with brown hair. "Youshi, meet Migawari Aiji. The class Vice President, he's the same year as us."

Same year? This kid looks no more than 13! Youshi thought.

"Are you the new student? You're in my History class, aren't you?" Aiji smiled, extending his hand, the movement making his traitorous fringes fall to his eyes.

"Ah…yes." Youshi looked at the extended hand, people in this country sure liked to shake hands, he'd much rather bow, but seeing as it's a common custom, he took the hand and smiled warmly.

"Oi, El Presidente! Ya gonna fuckin introduce me or do I hafta do the honors myself?"

Hisou winced at his friend's language, but smiled and turned to Youshi, "This is Hisaki, Jinsoku Hisaki. He's a senior like us." Hisou leaned to whisper, "only a bit on the rebellious side."

"What the…man, is this what ya do for yer friends? After all that I've done for ya?!"

Hisou and Hisaki seemed to him like really old friends from the way they tease each other. Youshi giggled at their antics, especially Hisaki's. He liked them already, no longer feeling like the awkward stranger he was that morning. The four engaged in a very animated conversation (courtesy of Hisaki), which consisted mostly of Youshi talking about himself, Aiji commenting something intelligent, Hisaki gesturing wildly, with expletives to match, and Hisou quietly pondering about the boy beside him with the intense purple eyes.

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"So, Hisou-chan…what's on the list today?" Hisaki said, slinging an arm around Hisoume's neck as they were going out of their last class when the final bell rang.

Hisou frowned, glancing at his childhood friend, "well, I've a test on Biology, a paper in Literature, a recitation in History, and recital in Music. On top of that, I still have a fencing match this Friday. So, pretty much, nothing but studies."

"Goddammit to hell! This school is nothing but Evil! EVIL I TELL YOU!!!" Hisaki growled, fists shaking in front of his face.

Hisou laughed, "So, you had a bad day, huh? Lemme see…" he said, stopping and assuming a thinking pose with his fingers brushing along his chin, "Mr. Willis caught you sleeping in class, AGAIN."

Hisaki glared at him, he continued, "No? Oh…wait, Mrs. Peters picked you and your 'favorite' partner for a project that could well last for the rest of the year?"

Still ignoring Hisaki's piercing looks, "Oh, wait…you forgot your comb at home?" he giggled.

Hisaki, on the other hand, was not so amused. His nose started flaring with steam, "Oh! I know! Your team lost at basketball!"

"AND THAT'S NOT FUCKIN IT!! They friggin said that I was the goddamn reason we lost! Me! ME! Those mother…they can't even fuckin tell a ball from an fuckin egg!" Hisaki fumed, face red-hot.

Trying his best not to die laughing, Hisou just resorted to calming down his friend. "Nah, don't worry about it. You did your best, right?"

"Like HELL I did! I was the only reason they were a team at ALL!"

They resumed the walk and headed to the student parking lot where Hisou left his car earlier. At the sight of the vehicle, Hisaki's jaw fell.

There, in front of them, was the reason why Hisou was unnaturally happy that morning. Hisaki slowly walked to it, marveling at how the blue surface perfectly reflected his reactions. "Fuckin 'ell, dude. This is one fuckin sweet ride. When'd ya get it?"

Hisou smiled proudly, fingers lightly grazing the smooth exterior, "I know. Dad gave it to me last night. It was a surprise."

"Yeah, bet Megumi almost had a heart attack." Hisaki grinned, remembering Hisou's mother. He liked her, she's cool. Even by teenage standards. Plus, she liked him, and that's more than what he expect from parents. He continued examining the vehicle, then turned to Hisou, eyes almost pleading.

"Good God, no. I can still remember what you did to my first car." Hisou said, clutching his keys harder.

Hisaki frowned, "Fuck man, that was like 2 goddamn years ago. Besides, nobody got hurt."

But Hisou was adamant, "Yeah, except the car. It looked like it went to hell and back…5 times! Totaled wasn't even fit to describe it. There's no way in hell you're touching the driver's side of my car. Now, if you'd please stop sulking and get in. I have a lot to do."

"…"

"Oi, 'Saki, you coming or what?"

"Fine, but I'm fuckin mad at ya. Remember that."

Hisou just shook his head. Hisaki was always such a baby behind that tough appearance. "Okay, just get in."

AN: Oi! Am I doing good on this translation thing, or what?! See Chiriko's reincarnation's name's translation? ^_^' It's a whooooole thought. Nice, huh? About Tasuki, well, his seishi gift's speed, right? Well…there ya go! ^_~

In case anyone's wond'rin about the 'favorite partner,' this is also a character. I'll introduce this later.