Precarious High school
By Muchacha
muraki_ynm@hotmail.com
Shounen ai warning w/ Muraki being a usual pervert (but I like him!) and crappy writing. Be prepared.
I've decided to make Aya, Ken, and Yohji seniors because they old, but they ain't in this chapter! Maybe next. Sorry!
I know I haven't updated for a long, long time, and you don't want to be reading this. I found my document was somehow deleted for Ch2 (or is it 3?… I don't know) so I'm really pissed and needed time to get over the urge of throwing my laptop at the damn TV. Technology can screw me sometimes.
Thank the Lord today was an early dismissal from school w/ a friggin weekend, or I wouldn't be able to write this. I'm pitiful and lazy, and cuz of that, I hate doing homework and just do whatever the hell I please! I'm really smart though and get straight A's! ('cept for damn P.E. Curses!) WINK!
Oi! Read story now and PLEASE make a review, either to say HI, WTF, but no FLAMES…
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Chapter 2: Muraki/ Crawford chapter
Nagi stood mortified in shock. Why wouldn't his legs carry him to run away?
A single golden eye scanned him- an eye patch covered the left eye. Scars were engraved on Farfello's face down his white skin cheeks. Nagi imagined those must have hurt like hell.
Against the wall, Nagi was clutching his arm that slowly bled from the cut caused by bumping into Farfello. 'Why does this nutcase carry a knife, anyway?' He was only a few feet away, had he picked himself up from stumbling into him, and watched Farfello delicately holding his knife between two fingers. He narrowed his eyes, glaring.
"What are you looking at?" Farfello asked stoically. His voice was drawn out slowly like he was tired and didn't care, but he was clearly peeved from his frown on his face.
Nagi hadn't realized how long he'd been starring, but his feet were finally mobile, and he started to walk away. Farfello's hand grabbed his wrist before he could turn around.
"I said," whispered Farfello, " what the hell are you looking at?" He leaned closer, and was nose-to-nose.
Nagi looked from his wrist then into Farfello's eye. He pushed away abruptly, almost loosing balance. "Get away from me," he stated, flatly. He hadn't thought until now that his arm ached. But not only his arm, he could feel bad karma. Without alarm, an older voice came from behind him.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but what are we doing here, perhaps?" The voice was smoothly seducing. Nagi immediately imagined himself tied to a bed when he thought of that adjective "seducing". He shook his head profoundly in shame.
He turned around to see the school doctor come to his rescue. It had to be the doctor because he wore a long white coat. The man's silver hair illuminated to Nagi's imagination and he was like a silhouette. 'Damnit!' thought Nagi. Why was it most of the teachers were attractive and he couldn't help his imagination run wild. 'Wild…' shudder.
He thought he had more sense of control. From this point on, he vows to rid of his hormones, but…
"Care to explain yourself, Farfello, or should I report you?"
"…No, Muraki-san." Farello scowled.
Muraki stepped closer to Nagi and held to examine his cut arm.
"We better get you arm bandaged," he said, barely audible as if stating the fact to himself. He turned to Farfello. "You may be off to lunch now, Farfello."
Farfello said nothing, but turned around after giving Nagi a scowl, calmly walking down the hall while clicking his boots on the tile floor.
Nagi looked up at Muraki. "You mean you're not going to report him?" Anger rose in his voice almost as a yell.
"I can't believe you didn't report him," muttered Nagi, crossed. Muraki had led him into the office. Sitting patiently on the leather couch, Muraki was rummaging through a dresser for a bandage and tape.
He sat close to Nagi on the couch and started wrapping the bandage around his injured arm with quick motion. As he began to lean closer, Nagi held his breathe. Silver strands of hair were grazing against his cheek.
"It's not serious," Muraki said while taping the bandage, " but you might want to keep this on because the matter is pretty deep." He looked up at Nagi with a sly smile-- Nagi was turning blue from holding his breathe.
Muraki stood up and went to his desk. Sitting down, he took out a box of chocolates. They were actually chocolate-coated strawberries.
"Would you care for some?" He asked Nagi, diligently, placing one in his mouth. "Tsuzuki-san favors them."
He was shocked by the offer, but shook his head. "No thank you."
Muraki his eyebrow arched. "Are you not hungry? You are missing lunch, after all."
Once again, Nagi shook his head no, but the sudden roar of his stomach growling made it evident he was hungry. He looked away as the heat rised in his cheeks. Muraki smirked as his eyes twinkled behind his glasses with mischief, but Nagi couldn't see it.
Then, he walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a box of cheesecake. It was actually strawberry cheesecake.
"I do insist you have some of this," offered Muraki, "It is Tsuzuki-san's favorite."
'What the hell is with this guy's obsession with Tsuzuki-san?!' By now, Nagi's appetite was increasing, but he was nervous about Muraki's intentions.
"Well…" Muraki patted the seat beside him in a playful manner.
Nagi wasn't sure if Muraki was flirting with him by the way he grinned at Nagi, or teased the seat's cushion while continuously rubbing it.
Feeling he couldn't stand the temptation any longer, he scooted into the tainted chair.
"Chocolate?" Muraki offered him.
"Kekko desu." (Thank you)
But saying that, Nagi didn't think Muraki would slide the chocolate into his mouth after smearing it over his delicate lips. He almost gagged when tasting the cold flesh of Muraki's finger when it twisted his tongue. Before he could bite it off, it slid back out where it belonged.
He turned away from Muraki and drummed his chest in process to swallow the chocolate down right. Gasping for air, Nagi glared back at the hentai, his eyes glowing with murder.
"Cheesecake?" As if nothing peculiar happened, Muraki pushed a plate of strawberry cheesecake in front of Nagi. He hesitated, but then accepted the peace treaty.
Nagi reached across the desk for a fork, when he felt the unwanted movement of a cold hand going up the back of his shirt. Now that was the last straw. On instinct, he immediately whirled around with his hand raised, and slapped Muraki across his cheek.
Muraki tumbled out of his chair and on the office floor. Nagi stepped over him, suppressing the urge to kick him in the ribs. He was flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Muraki only grinned at him, and fixed his glasses that were askew.
That's when Tsuzuki-san came in with a halt.
"Muraki, I was wonder--" stopping in the middle of his sentence, Tsuzuki tried to picture what was happening.
He saw Muraki on his back on the floor with Nagi standing over him. Both were breathing heavily. When Tsuzuki looked to Muraki, the man had a devious smirk, but Nagi looked overly heated because his face so red. Both looked like they were caught in some act by the shocked and widened eyes of Nagi. Their state was very suspicious…
Tsuzuki's nose began leaking blood, but he cupped his hands to keep it from getting on his suit.
"Tsuzuki-san!" 'Shit!'
"Nagi-chan," said Tsuzuki. He turned around to hide his bloody nose. "I was looking for you."
"Konnichi wa, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki greeted while standing up. "We were just talking about you."
"I need to talk to Nagi-chan," said Tsuzuki too suddenly.
"Hmph. Your nose is bleeding." Muraki took a tissue and dabbed it lovingly at Tsuzuki's face. "Here-- let me help you wipe it."
"No!" Tsuzuki tried pushing Muraki away. "Get away from me!"
"Oh, c'mon Tsuzuki-san, it won't kill you." Muraki purged.
"Get away!" Tsuzuki took Nagi's hand and ran out of the office. His puppy ears and tail sprouted.
"Come back later," called Muraki from the office doorway, "and I'll give you my dozen roses I promised!"
"NUTCA~~~SE!" Tsuzuki sprinted down the hall with Nagi til he saw it was safe.
"Tell me," Tsuzuki interrupted when they walked up the stairs, " why were you at Muraki's office?" At least he didn't ask what I was doing with Muraki, thought Nagi.
"Well, I cut my arm and he bandaged it. Before you came in, he was-- uh-- leaning in his chair and fell over."
"Oh," Tsuzuki paused, " I was looking for you because I need to talk to you."
"T-To me?" 'Calm down Nagi,' he told himself. 'He just wants to talk to you-- nothing else-- just have a civilized chat, that's all.'
Tsuzuki started to lean closer to Nagi, and he found himself trapped. He inched away from him, but Tsuzuki only came closer. If he tried to move back any further, he'd fall over the railing and off the edge-- splat on the floor.
Closer, Tsuzuki leaned, and closer, and closer, when… Nagi closed his eyes shut.
Tsuzuki wiped the corner of Nagi's mouth with his own thumb.
'What just happened?' Nagi opened his eye after the other, expecting to see Tsuzuki-san's lips on his own.
"You had chocolate on your face," stated Tsuzuki, brightly, and he licked his thumb. "Mmn! Tastes good!"
"Oh," exhausted, Nagi brought his hand to his face. "Is that all?"
"Well, no." Tsuzuki-san's mood was suddenly serious. "I need to talk to you about Hisoka-chan. He's not only new and needs to get to know the school, but…" He paused and looked around as if to find someone following them. 'Is it Muraki?' questioned Nagi. "Nagi-chan," continued Tsuzuki, "can you be friends with Hisoka-chan? He may seem distant but I'm really sure he'll lighten up if he had a friend."
"I don't think he'll lighten up around me." Nagi said, exasperatedly. "Why don't you befriend him if it's so important?"
"I… can't," Tsuzuki said, solemnly. "I can tell he doesn't like me."
"You just met him!" Exclaimed Nagi, "I haven't even met him well enough, myself."
"He looks at me, like he doesn't want to be within one hundred yards of me. I can see the pain his eyes. I know it will be hard for him, with him being… " There was nervous pause.
"Where is he now?" Nagi asked, breaking the ice.
"In the library."
'What is he, Tsuzuki-san…?' Nagi purged to himself.
"And, Nagi…?"
"Hmn?"
Tsuzuki's attitude was bright and cherry again. "Can you keep Muraki away from Hisoka?" He laughed nervously, "He might freak the kid out."
"Hai."
Cautiously opening the library door, Nagi slid in, shutting it behind him to prevent a sound. He looked around attentively for the blond boi that might be in here. Scanning the room, he could see a head buried in books at the corner table all alone.
Nagi casually sat into the chair across from Hisoka. He paid no attention to him when he sat down, only continued to read his book.
After a few minutes, Nagi remained quiet as Hisoka turned a page. 'Man!' thought Nagi, 'How can I befriend someone who's just like me?' he sighed. 'I hate to talk to people, I love being solemn-- it's like a perfect match, but even so…'
His eyes grew tired as he scanned the posters on the walls. He knew he'd grow sleepy if he didn't get something to eat. He yawned automatically and tapped his fingers on the table. He was surprised when Hisoka quickly glanced at the clock and then at him.
"What time do we go to third period?" Nagi looked at the clock himself.
"We still have eleven minutes." He replied.
"…"
'At least he was the one to start the conversation.' Hisoka put his previous book down and opened a new one laid on the table. There were a stack of books about economics and history piled near him.
Nagi immediately thought of his aunt, Yoshiko. He didn't know why. It was probably logical enough that Hisoka's habit was like Yoshiko. If he walked in a room, she would be reading closely into manga. Yup, manga. She had the weirdest obsession of buying ones that were about shounen ai. He peeked in one once, but it was so obscene. He had looked into a yaoi manga!
Yoshiko often said he was as delicate as a girl should be, and outta stay that way. He became irritated when she was persistent about his sexuality. She was a noisy aunt, always concerned for others but not for herself. She hardly went on dates, but he was very grateful whenever she was out of the house.
Yawning even louder, Nagi blushed at his rudeness. He was always told how punctual he was.
Hisoka stood up and stacked the books in numerous areas on the shelf. He shuffled the last books he was carrying into his bag. Nagi stood up, too. The bell rang, startling him.
"I'll show you to Crawford-san's class, he teaches the languages." Nagi prayed Hisoka would follow, and he did. They walked out of the library as others pushed pass them. The crowd was always like a stampede when the lunch was over. Without thinking, Nagi took Hisoka's hand in his own when people around them started running and yelling. He was sure Hisoka would slap it away, but he didn't.
Nagi pulled Hisoka down the stairs (still holding hands ^_^) in a rush when students stared at them with curiosity. Nagi didn't like be stared at, and started to blush helplessly. When they reached Language class down the hall, he was panting. He leaned against the wall for support. He was a nervous wreck!
"You didn't have to do that," Hisoka spoke tacitly, but he was blushing, too. "I know it must have been nerving, but you didn't have to do it for me."
Nagi let go of Hisoka's hand and absently went into the room. Crawford-san was at his desk, busily writing. He sat down in the back desk-corner. When Hisoka walked in, he glared at Nagi before he sat down at the opposite corner of the room. Nagi was sweating with nervousness.
The bell rang and the remaining kids running in were late. Crawford scolded them and gave them detention.
The room became sustained silence as attendance was called. He looked at Hisoka with boredom.
"Who the heck are you?"
"He's new!" Blurted an anonymous boy in the class.
"Shut up, Keiko," he snapped[1]. Crawford frowned at Hisoka.
"Your name is not on the list."
"That's cuz the school's system is shit!" Keiko grinned, smugly.
"Your silly outbursts have given you detention with Tatsumi, Keiko." Crawford-san walked to his desk and started to fill out a detention form. Keiko stood up with a bolt in anger, but sat reluctantly back down as a friend ushered him with a tug.
"Class has now begun. Pass your 50-questioned homework to the person in front of you, and we'll begin pronunciations."
'Great,' thought Nagi and Hisoka.
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[1] Isn't Keiko a girl's name?
Who cannot love Tsuzuki?!!!
Author's note: How do you like it? There's no Aya, Ken, or Omi yet. Soon! I hated the chapter. I'm busy w/ playing Gravitation scores. HAHAHA! (I need piano lessons, damnit!)
Please review, write, email, comment, r+ r, or WHATEVER. P-L-E-A-S-E-! I be very happy as a chibby chibby Shuichi Shindou! Cute!
By Muchacha
muraki_ynm@hotmail.com
Shounen ai warning w/ Muraki being a usual pervert (but I like him!) and crappy writing. Be prepared.
I've decided to make Aya, Ken, and Yohji seniors because they old, but they ain't in this chapter! Maybe next. Sorry!
I know I haven't updated for a long, long time, and you don't want to be reading this. I found my document was somehow deleted for Ch2 (or is it 3?… I don't know) so I'm really pissed and needed time to get over the urge of throwing my laptop at the damn TV. Technology can screw me sometimes.
Thank the Lord today was an early dismissal from school w/ a friggin weekend, or I wouldn't be able to write this. I'm pitiful and lazy, and cuz of that, I hate doing homework and just do whatever the hell I please! I'm really smart though and get straight A's! ('cept for damn P.E. Curses!) WINK!
Oi! Read story now and PLEASE make a review, either to say HI, WTF, but no FLAMES…
~~~~~
Chapter 2: Muraki/ Crawford chapter
Nagi stood mortified in shock. Why wouldn't his legs carry him to run away?
A single golden eye scanned him- an eye patch covered the left eye. Scars were engraved on Farfello's face down his white skin cheeks. Nagi imagined those must have hurt like hell.
Against the wall, Nagi was clutching his arm that slowly bled from the cut caused by bumping into Farfello. 'Why does this nutcase carry a knife, anyway?' He was only a few feet away, had he picked himself up from stumbling into him, and watched Farfello delicately holding his knife between two fingers. He narrowed his eyes, glaring.
"What are you looking at?" Farfello asked stoically. His voice was drawn out slowly like he was tired and didn't care, but he was clearly peeved from his frown on his face.
Nagi hadn't realized how long he'd been starring, but his feet were finally mobile, and he started to walk away. Farfello's hand grabbed his wrist before he could turn around.
"I said," whispered Farfello, " what the hell are you looking at?" He leaned closer, and was nose-to-nose.
Nagi looked from his wrist then into Farfello's eye. He pushed away abruptly, almost loosing balance. "Get away from me," he stated, flatly. He hadn't thought until now that his arm ached. But not only his arm, he could feel bad karma. Without alarm, an older voice came from behind him.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but what are we doing here, perhaps?" The voice was smoothly seducing. Nagi immediately imagined himself tied to a bed when he thought of that adjective "seducing". He shook his head profoundly in shame.
He turned around to see the school doctor come to his rescue. It had to be the doctor because he wore a long white coat. The man's silver hair illuminated to Nagi's imagination and he was like a silhouette. 'Damnit!' thought Nagi. Why was it most of the teachers were attractive and he couldn't help his imagination run wild. 'Wild…' shudder.
He thought he had more sense of control. From this point on, he vows to rid of his hormones, but…
"Care to explain yourself, Farfello, or should I report you?"
"…No, Muraki-san." Farello scowled.
Muraki stepped closer to Nagi and held to examine his cut arm.
"We better get you arm bandaged," he said, barely audible as if stating the fact to himself. He turned to Farfello. "You may be off to lunch now, Farfello."
Farfello said nothing, but turned around after giving Nagi a scowl, calmly walking down the hall while clicking his boots on the tile floor.
Nagi looked up at Muraki. "You mean you're not going to report him?" Anger rose in his voice almost as a yell.
"I can't believe you didn't report him," muttered Nagi, crossed. Muraki had led him into the office. Sitting patiently on the leather couch, Muraki was rummaging through a dresser for a bandage and tape.
He sat close to Nagi on the couch and started wrapping the bandage around his injured arm with quick motion. As he began to lean closer, Nagi held his breathe. Silver strands of hair were grazing against his cheek.
"It's not serious," Muraki said while taping the bandage, " but you might want to keep this on because the matter is pretty deep." He looked up at Nagi with a sly smile-- Nagi was turning blue from holding his breathe.
Muraki stood up and went to his desk. Sitting down, he took out a box of chocolates. They were actually chocolate-coated strawberries.
"Would you care for some?" He asked Nagi, diligently, placing one in his mouth. "Tsuzuki-san favors them."
He was shocked by the offer, but shook his head. "No thank you."
Muraki his eyebrow arched. "Are you not hungry? You are missing lunch, after all."
Once again, Nagi shook his head no, but the sudden roar of his stomach growling made it evident he was hungry. He looked away as the heat rised in his cheeks. Muraki smirked as his eyes twinkled behind his glasses with mischief, but Nagi couldn't see it.
Then, he walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a box of cheesecake. It was actually strawberry cheesecake.
"I do insist you have some of this," offered Muraki, "It is Tsuzuki-san's favorite."
'What the hell is with this guy's obsession with Tsuzuki-san?!' By now, Nagi's appetite was increasing, but he was nervous about Muraki's intentions.
"Well…" Muraki patted the seat beside him in a playful manner.
Nagi wasn't sure if Muraki was flirting with him by the way he grinned at Nagi, or teased the seat's cushion while continuously rubbing it.
Feeling he couldn't stand the temptation any longer, he scooted into the tainted chair.
"Chocolate?" Muraki offered him.
"Kekko desu." (Thank you)
But saying that, Nagi didn't think Muraki would slide the chocolate into his mouth after smearing it over his delicate lips. He almost gagged when tasting the cold flesh of Muraki's finger when it twisted his tongue. Before he could bite it off, it slid back out where it belonged.
He turned away from Muraki and drummed his chest in process to swallow the chocolate down right. Gasping for air, Nagi glared back at the hentai, his eyes glowing with murder.
"Cheesecake?" As if nothing peculiar happened, Muraki pushed a plate of strawberry cheesecake in front of Nagi. He hesitated, but then accepted the peace treaty.
Nagi reached across the desk for a fork, when he felt the unwanted movement of a cold hand going up the back of his shirt. Now that was the last straw. On instinct, he immediately whirled around with his hand raised, and slapped Muraki across his cheek.
Muraki tumbled out of his chair and on the office floor. Nagi stepped over him, suppressing the urge to kick him in the ribs. He was flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. Muraki only grinned at him, and fixed his glasses that were askew.
That's when Tsuzuki-san came in with a halt.
"Muraki, I was wonder--" stopping in the middle of his sentence, Tsuzuki tried to picture what was happening.
He saw Muraki on his back on the floor with Nagi standing over him. Both were breathing heavily. When Tsuzuki looked to Muraki, the man had a devious smirk, but Nagi looked overly heated because his face so red. Both looked like they were caught in some act by the shocked and widened eyes of Nagi. Their state was very suspicious…
Tsuzuki's nose began leaking blood, but he cupped his hands to keep it from getting on his suit.
"Tsuzuki-san!" 'Shit!'
"Nagi-chan," said Tsuzuki. He turned around to hide his bloody nose. "I was looking for you."
"Konnichi wa, Tsuzuki-san," Muraki greeted while standing up. "We were just talking about you."
"I need to talk to Nagi-chan," said Tsuzuki too suddenly.
"Hmph. Your nose is bleeding." Muraki took a tissue and dabbed it lovingly at Tsuzuki's face. "Here-- let me help you wipe it."
"No!" Tsuzuki tried pushing Muraki away. "Get away from me!"
"Oh, c'mon Tsuzuki-san, it won't kill you." Muraki purged.
"Get away!" Tsuzuki took Nagi's hand and ran out of the office. His puppy ears and tail sprouted.
"Come back later," called Muraki from the office doorway, "and I'll give you my dozen roses I promised!"
"NUTCA~~~SE!" Tsuzuki sprinted down the hall with Nagi til he saw it was safe.
"Tell me," Tsuzuki interrupted when they walked up the stairs, " why were you at Muraki's office?" At least he didn't ask what I was doing with Muraki, thought Nagi.
"Well, I cut my arm and he bandaged it. Before you came in, he was-- uh-- leaning in his chair and fell over."
"Oh," Tsuzuki paused, " I was looking for you because I need to talk to you."
"T-To me?" 'Calm down Nagi,' he told himself. 'He just wants to talk to you-- nothing else-- just have a civilized chat, that's all.'
Tsuzuki started to lean closer to Nagi, and he found himself trapped. He inched away from him, but Tsuzuki only came closer. If he tried to move back any further, he'd fall over the railing and off the edge-- splat on the floor.
Closer, Tsuzuki leaned, and closer, and closer, when… Nagi closed his eyes shut.
Tsuzuki wiped the corner of Nagi's mouth with his own thumb.
'What just happened?' Nagi opened his eye after the other, expecting to see Tsuzuki-san's lips on his own.
"You had chocolate on your face," stated Tsuzuki, brightly, and he licked his thumb. "Mmn! Tastes good!"
"Oh," exhausted, Nagi brought his hand to his face. "Is that all?"
"Well, no." Tsuzuki-san's mood was suddenly serious. "I need to talk to you about Hisoka-chan. He's not only new and needs to get to know the school, but…" He paused and looked around as if to find someone following them. 'Is it Muraki?' questioned Nagi. "Nagi-chan," continued Tsuzuki, "can you be friends with Hisoka-chan? He may seem distant but I'm really sure he'll lighten up if he had a friend."
"I don't think he'll lighten up around me." Nagi said, exasperatedly. "Why don't you befriend him if it's so important?"
"I… can't," Tsuzuki said, solemnly. "I can tell he doesn't like me."
"You just met him!" Exclaimed Nagi, "I haven't even met him well enough, myself."
"He looks at me, like he doesn't want to be within one hundred yards of me. I can see the pain his eyes. I know it will be hard for him, with him being… " There was nervous pause.
"Where is he now?" Nagi asked, breaking the ice.
"In the library."
'What is he, Tsuzuki-san…?' Nagi purged to himself.
"And, Nagi…?"
"Hmn?"
Tsuzuki's attitude was bright and cherry again. "Can you keep Muraki away from Hisoka?" He laughed nervously, "He might freak the kid out."
"Hai."
Cautiously opening the library door, Nagi slid in, shutting it behind him to prevent a sound. He looked around attentively for the blond boi that might be in here. Scanning the room, he could see a head buried in books at the corner table all alone.
Nagi casually sat into the chair across from Hisoka. He paid no attention to him when he sat down, only continued to read his book.
After a few minutes, Nagi remained quiet as Hisoka turned a page. 'Man!' thought Nagi, 'How can I befriend someone who's just like me?' he sighed. 'I hate to talk to people, I love being solemn-- it's like a perfect match, but even so…'
His eyes grew tired as he scanned the posters on the walls. He knew he'd grow sleepy if he didn't get something to eat. He yawned automatically and tapped his fingers on the table. He was surprised when Hisoka quickly glanced at the clock and then at him.
"What time do we go to third period?" Nagi looked at the clock himself.
"We still have eleven minutes." He replied.
"…"
'At least he was the one to start the conversation.' Hisoka put his previous book down and opened a new one laid on the table. There were a stack of books about economics and history piled near him.
Nagi immediately thought of his aunt, Yoshiko. He didn't know why. It was probably logical enough that Hisoka's habit was like Yoshiko. If he walked in a room, she would be reading closely into manga. Yup, manga. She had the weirdest obsession of buying ones that were about shounen ai. He peeked in one once, but it was so obscene. He had looked into a yaoi manga!
Yoshiko often said he was as delicate as a girl should be, and outta stay that way. He became irritated when she was persistent about his sexuality. She was a noisy aunt, always concerned for others but not for herself. She hardly went on dates, but he was very grateful whenever she was out of the house.
Yawning even louder, Nagi blushed at his rudeness. He was always told how punctual he was.
Hisoka stood up and stacked the books in numerous areas on the shelf. He shuffled the last books he was carrying into his bag. Nagi stood up, too. The bell rang, startling him.
"I'll show you to Crawford-san's class, he teaches the languages." Nagi prayed Hisoka would follow, and he did. They walked out of the library as others pushed pass them. The crowd was always like a stampede when the lunch was over. Without thinking, Nagi took Hisoka's hand in his own when people around them started running and yelling. He was sure Hisoka would slap it away, but he didn't.
Nagi pulled Hisoka down the stairs (still holding hands ^_^) in a rush when students stared at them with curiosity. Nagi didn't like be stared at, and started to blush helplessly. When they reached Language class down the hall, he was panting. He leaned against the wall for support. He was a nervous wreck!
"You didn't have to do that," Hisoka spoke tacitly, but he was blushing, too. "I know it must have been nerving, but you didn't have to do it for me."
Nagi let go of Hisoka's hand and absently went into the room. Crawford-san was at his desk, busily writing. He sat down in the back desk-corner. When Hisoka walked in, he glared at Nagi before he sat down at the opposite corner of the room. Nagi was sweating with nervousness.
The bell rang and the remaining kids running in were late. Crawford scolded them and gave them detention.
The room became sustained silence as attendance was called. He looked at Hisoka with boredom.
"Who the heck are you?"
"He's new!" Blurted an anonymous boy in the class.
"Shut up, Keiko," he snapped[1]. Crawford frowned at Hisoka.
"Your name is not on the list."
"That's cuz the school's system is shit!" Keiko grinned, smugly.
"Your silly outbursts have given you detention with Tatsumi, Keiko." Crawford-san walked to his desk and started to fill out a detention form. Keiko stood up with a bolt in anger, but sat reluctantly back down as a friend ushered him with a tug.
"Class has now begun. Pass your 50-questioned homework to the person in front of you, and we'll begin pronunciations."
'Great,' thought Nagi and Hisoka.
~~~~~
[1] Isn't Keiko a girl's name?
Who cannot love Tsuzuki?!!!
Author's note: How do you like it? There's no Aya, Ken, or Omi yet. Soon! I hated the chapter. I'm busy w/ playing Gravitation scores. HAHAHA! (I need piano lessons, damnit!)
Please review, write, email, comment, r+ r, or WHATEVER. P-L-E-A-S-E-! I be very happy as a chibby chibby Shuichi Shindou! Cute!