Precarious High school
By Muchacha
Disclaimer: This is a story regarding characters from Weiss and Yami no Matsuei. There's shounen ai and other small stuff you think highschoolers do.
Summary: Chapter three, finally! (Oi, that rhymes!) Some boring old stuff of Nagi and you get to meet his aunt I made up, Yoshiko. She's going to have a better part later, I think. Oi! There's a party and Nagi is invited? Read and review for the heck of it, please!
Mucha: 'Kay, I did mistake that name "Keiko" for a pretty boy name. Thank yoouu for the error
Nikki Smith2000,
bloodred,
Kar-chan, and
Karosai.
For others who also knew, AND DID'NT tell me, my prayers are with you! Thanks for reviewing in the first place:
bloodred,
Nikki Smith2000,
Icy Phoenix,
Ayako,
CC,
Kar-chan,
Karosai,
AND Moonangel Chan
I live off anybody's review.
Hi MOONANGEL CHAN!!! (Waves like an idiotic girl, cibified.)
Yo, Jigenski!
~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~
Nagi swiftly walked away from the school building, his hand gripped tightly on the strap of his pack. He could see the clouds moving beyond the sky and the din of the high school students rushed by in groups and drove away in cars. Today was an accomplished day after what happened unexpectedly. He didn't think things would settle so quickly. He had been inpatient with trying to become Hisoka's friend, but everything wasn't a total waste.
In Crawford-san's class, the students were paired with partners; the assignment had been to write about your partner in English (They're Japanese aren't they?). The class was always an odd number and Nagi would work alone most of the time, but the number was even when Hisoka arrived.
Hisoka was standing over the side of Nagi who sat quietly and tried to ignore him. It went like this:
Hisoka: "Want to be my partner?" He asked without hesitation, but it was dull and drawled out.
Nagi: 'Oh my gawd! He's asking me to be his partner. No fucking way! How can this be? He calmly walked up to me and distributed the question casually, and what am I doing? This is happening to sudden. What the hell should I say? Think, Nagi, think…'
Hisoka: "… Naoe-kun?…"
Nagi: 'I don't know! I want to be alone, but I must become friends with Hisoka, and him asking me is kind of telling me something…'
Hisoka: "Forget I asked."
Nagi: "HAI!"
They sat down and started writing. Nagi didn't know much about Hisoka past the part of his looks and his passive attitude. Hisoka was scribbling stuff down on his own paper, and Nagi let his eyes wander to what he was writing about him. The silent boy was making a draft and came up with different words to describe him.
Short
'Hmph. You're so not tall, yourself.'
Reserved
'Just what I was thinking about you.'
Strong intellect
'Wow…that's…nice.'
Calm, helpful, sorted…
Nagi leaned over the desk to see what else was written, but Hisoka's hand covered it. Then Hisoka had stopped writing and look straight at Nagi. Nagi blushed after being caught leaning forward. He jumped back into his seat.
Hisoka looked at Nagi's paper and his eyes shifted back to his. A frown was held on his face. He wrote more words on his paper.
Bashful, nosey, slow correspondent…emotional.
Being in Crawford-san's class was nerving. It made Nagi uneasy to catch Crawford-san staring at him from his desk. Something about the way his facial expression looked and how long he stared at him showed probably dislike, but why? This infatuated Nagi, but it screamed inside his head with all the tension.
Suddenly, Hisoka had begun coughing. It was like he couldn't breath, and he choked for air, as the coughing continued if fits. Nagi was about to walk over to him, but the boy raised his hands.
"… I'm okay." The coughing died and left his face flushed. The class stared at them.
After the period, Nagi was disappointed. Hisoka avoided him during classes and made it clear he wanted to be left alone. He kept he's eyes on anything but Nagi. The day was turning out to get worse, til Tsuzuki-san came running down the hall.
"NAGI~~~chan!"
Nagi looked up from his locker and say Tsuzuki-san waving frantically at him. He had stuffed the last of his book in his bag and swung it over his back when Tsuzuki caught up to him. The expression on his face was like a hopeful puppy up for adoption.
"Nagi-chan, can you do something for me?" He asked, batting his eyelashes.
"H-hai?" Nagi stuttered.
"Can you come over to my apartment on Sunday?"
"…" Nagi immediately blushed a crimson red. His eyes were wide in horror. Tsuzuki had seen it, because he instantly assured Nagi.
"Don't worry- it's not far! And Hisoka will be there! You can both do stuff! I'm asking you so that Hisoka won't be lonely at my place. I thought if you were there, then you guys can become friends- I'll make sure it happens! So, you coming?"
Nagi felt the pit of his stomach lurch, he also felt jealous for Hisoka. The boy just arrived and Tsuzuki had invited him to stay at his house. Hisoka couldn't know how to handle someone so energetic like Tsuzuki-san. He was so quiet and stern like Tatsumi-san, but probably didn't smile ever. What was so special about him?
"I guess I could, Tsuzuki-san."
"Great! Hisoka will be very surprised!" Nagi winced. Tsuzuki-san obviously cared about Hisoka to go through his own way. It was love, but a selfless kind.
"What is Hisoka doing at your residence in the first place?" He asked before the teacher could waltz away.
"His parents… didn't want him. They gave him up a long time ago." He gave Nagi a look of compassion. "He was sick in the hospital for almost three years and they never came. I've known him, actually...for longer. I use to volunteer at the hospital. I'm his guardian, now."
"Really? You never told me…" Nagi knew how stupid that must've sound from someone like him. He never was a close friend to Tsuzuki, and was practically new himself.
"I'm sorry. I've been so busy and stressed lately. I just wanted to see Hisoka happy." A new feeling rushed over Nagi. He could sense how emotional Tsuzuki was toward Hisoka. It felt like a secret that should be kept. Nagi smiled solemnly.
"I'll remember to come. Later, Tsuzuki-san."
"Bye!" Tsuzuki waved Nagi at the doorway of the school, "I know you'll make him happy!"
Nagi continued pass a rundown building and turn right. 'Baka. Why am I always getting rundown by everyone? I'm too nice.' He stopped walking when he stood in front of the tall, blue apartment complex called home. 'Next time, I'll take the goddamn bus.' He pushed the up button to the elevator and stepped in. Pushing the 13th button, he waited calmly as the smooth elevator music continued indistinctly. He walked through the hall and stopped at the last door.
He slipped off his shoes and closed the door slowly after entering immediately. He knew too well that Yoshiko was out. He went into the kitchen and popped a cup of instant noodle into the microwave. Releasing his pack, he tossed it onto the couch. It was always a daily routine; wake up, take a shower, get dressed, get to school, hate school, get back home, eat, take a bath, do homework if in the mood, and fall in a deep sleep to only be brought back to the same routine.
He gathered chopsticks and ate the noodles in solitude. He tried to prevent slurping, but he didn't eat lunch and his stomach was practically begging to be fulfilled. A noodle randomly touched the tip of his nose, and Nagi's eyes crossed. His mouth was covered with the wet soup. It dripped to his lips, and his tongue darted to catch the droplets. He brought a napkin to his face to wipe his face.
Nagi marched up stairs to the convenient bathroom and let the water run in the tub. The steam exceeded from the hot water, and Nagi felt himself relaxed already. He didn't stay in the bath for long. After cleansing his arms and legs quickly, he got out and was dry. He took his pack to his room and laid out his assignments on his desk.
"Damnit," he breathed as he sat down. Taking a pen he started writing nonstop. Not until three hours later did he hear the front door shut. Aunt Yoshiko came into the room with a bag of take-out in her hand.
"Hey, Nagi-chan," she said, smiling sadly. She leaned against the doorframe. "I was wondering if you were hungry." She waved the white bag of take-out bought from a Chinese restaurant. Nagi stared at her and there was an uncomfortable silence between them.
"Nagi," she pouted as she slinked up to him, "don't look at me like that! I was with a friend I hadn't seen in two years! Did you really want me to abandon her after she came in the airport? It took long because we went to a Chinese restaurant way out there… Want some?" She held the bag of food out.
"I ate."
"C' mon!" She grabbed his arm playfully. "I'll cook it myself and we'll eat it!"
"Don't you mean you'll burn it and I'll have to choke on it?"
"That's only because I read manga and cook at the same time," she slyly smirked.
"Yeah, yeah." Yoshiko ran out of the room and started to heat the food. Nagi stayed in his room to finish his Languages homework. When he heard the fire alarm go on from the kitchen, he sighed with exhaustion. She just arrived home and already she was burning something.
He walked into the kitchen and saw Yoshiko standing on a stool and waving frantically at the smoke escaping into the fire alarm that continued beeping. On the stove, a pan of fried vegetables were burned to a crisp. The horrible beeping noise annoyed him, but it wasn't loud enough to hurt his eardrums. He'd gotten use to it when living with his aunt.
"Help turn the damn thing off!" Yoshiko yelled as she jumped off the stool and turned the stove off. Nagi tried to find the switch, but the smoke stung his eyes and couldn't make it clear. The beeping grew louder. He wished he could simply tear it off the damned ceiling. 'Damnit! Just shut off already!'
In an instant, the alarm stopped after flying off the ceiling and crashing to the floor. Most of the smoke was gone and Yoshiko stared at him in amazement.
"Nagi! What the hell did you do?!" She picked up the broken pieces to the alarm from the ground. "Damn. Now we'll have to pay for a new one."
Nagi was staring at the pieces, too, but was dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, nee-san…" 'How did that happen?'
Yoshiko placed her eyes on him shockingly, but a smile appeared on her face. "It's alright, Nagi. I would've done the same thing myself. I suppose not buying damn manga will pay for this." She smiled wryly.
He nodded, but kept his eyes to the floor. He felt ashamed of what he'd done, but wasn't sure how he'd done it. Had he really done it? He hadn't noticed that Yoshiko had cleaned the mess.
She was worried about Nagi. He looked like he dreaded a sleep; His eyes wide and face unusually pale… and he addressed her as "nee-san".
'He's never done that before…' she thought, 'maybe he's going through a state or phase. He's such a young boy, and to be in high school already. He must feel left out at being younger than the other juniors…' She sighed. 'Damnit. I wish I had listened in that seminar when senpai was talking about puberty!' [1]
"Yoshiko-san, I'm going to bed." Nagi spoke. He shut the door to his room.
'I can't let him be miserable!' Yoshiko paced around the kitchen. 'I'll have to be a better guardian and spend more time with him. I can't blow him off anymore and read those shounen ai manga… That reminds me. I forgot to ask Nagi-chan about a girlfriend.'
~*~
'I can't believe he's actually ignoring me.'
And he was. Hisoka was giving the cold shoulder to Nagi all afternoon. He kept his distance during first period through sixth. Seventh period was Computer class, and Hisoka didn't have that.
He walked with his shoulders slumped down to the computer room, when a familiar spontaneous voice called out.
"Moshi moshi Nagi!" Tsuzuki-san greeted from his class doorway.
"Moshi moshi?"[2]
Tsuzuki blushed timidly. "I want to know what you're telephone number is… so as to call you if something comes up."
Nagi flushed and his head became heavy.
"I mean," Tsuzuki smiled brightly, "Hisoka would probably like to call you."
He's thinking about Hisoka again. Nagi felt the weight on his shoulders lift. He didn't want them to call, but it would seem rude to turn him down.
"Sure." He walked up to Tsuzuki and took out a pen. Tsuzuki innocently put out his hand. Shrugging, Nagi wrote down his number in the blue ink on his teacher's hand.
"Arigatou!" The bell rang suddenly. Nagi groaned, but Tsuzuki gave him a pass.
Stumbling into computer class, he triumphantly gave his pass to the teacher and sat down beside a sandy-haired boy. He typed furiously on the keyboard. Everyone else had already turned on their monitors and was typing as well.
Near the end of class (wow, that short?) the students were saving their work.
"Sheesh! I can't get into my folder."
"Why don't you make a new folder?" Nagi asked the sandy-haired boy.
"I will, after I find my old folder."
"You lost your folder? Did you delete it?"
"It's missing," the boy stated, puzzled, "and I can't seem to register--"
"Let me try." Nagi leaned closer to the boy and began the search. "What was your folder name?"
"Uh… Weiss." He answered, meekly.
"…And the document?"
"…Mission127." After a few clicks, Nagi turned to the boy."
"I've transferred your document into your folder." Nagi started to turn off his monitor. "The folder was under "programs"." He couldn't help but smirk.
"Oh." The boy blushed. The bell rang, and the students ran to the door, pushing past each other in a hurry.
"Hey, Nagi!" The boy caught up to him outside the hall. Nagi didn't know what this boy wanted- he couldn't even remember his name. "There's this party some friends are going to tonight. I thought maybe you'd like to join me- I mean- us?"
"A party?" He nodded. "I'm sorry, but I don't even know your me…"
"It's Omi!" He piped. "It won't be long! It's sort of like a small get together. There'll be people, music, food…"
"Fine," Nagi said flatly, "My house is the blue complex by the cinema and porn shop." Omi's face turned a tomato red.
"I'll pick you up at seven?" He asked.
"Fine." Omi walked into the crowd of students.
'Wow,' reflected Nagi, 'I've been invited to a party, and with a date. I think I handled that pretty well.' He strode with confidence. 'I think I might like this high school and dating thing.'
~~~~~?~~~~~
[1] Yoshiko is talking about her years in grad school long ago.
[2] Moshi moshi is commonly used on the phone, is it not? I saw it used as a commonly hello to someone while watching a subbed version of Burn-Up W. I thought it sounded cute, so Tsuzuki said it! Moshi moshi!
Mucha: Yup, it sucked. I didn't like it at all. It seems like the story's going nowhere, and only in the third chapter! Geez. There needs to be more action! Suspense, or something! Hmm…
Do you think this is a comedy or not? Argh.
Some of it didn't make sense, and it drawled on boringly, ne? The writing sucked. Let's face it; it's probably better if I didn't write. It might save me time to get things done… but I'll try to continue! See me in a month.
Next ch.
OMG! Party at Schuldich's place! Who's the scrawny boy? Let's have a little fun… but I'm trying not to turn this yaoi. Disaster strikes after an accident…
By Muchacha
Disclaimer: This is a story regarding characters from Weiss and Yami no Matsuei. There's shounen ai and other small stuff you think highschoolers do.
Summary: Chapter three, finally! (Oi, that rhymes!) Some boring old stuff of Nagi and you get to meet his aunt I made up, Yoshiko. She's going to have a better part later, I think. Oi! There's a party and Nagi is invited? Read and review for the heck of it, please!
Mucha: 'Kay, I did mistake that name "Keiko" for a pretty boy name. Thank yoouu for the error
Nikki Smith2000,
bloodred,
Kar-chan, and
Karosai.
For others who also knew, AND DID'NT tell me, my prayers are with you! Thanks for reviewing in the first place:
bloodred,
Nikki Smith2000,
Icy Phoenix,
Ayako,
CC,
Kar-chan,
Karosai,
AND Moonangel Chan
I live off anybody's review.
Hi MOONANGEL CHAN!!! (Waves like an idiotic girl, cibified.)
Yo, Jigenski!
~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~
Nagi swiftly walked away from the school building, his hand gripped tightly on the strap of his pack. He could see the clouds moving beyond the sky and the din of the high school students rushed by in groups and drove away in cars. Today was an accomplished day after what happened unexpectedly. He didn't think things would settle so quickly. He had been inpatient with trying to become Hisoka's friend, but everything wasn't a total waste.
In Crawford-san's class, the students were paired with partners; the assignment had been to write about your partner in English (They're Japanese aren't they?). The class was always an odd number and Nagi would work alone most of the time, but the number was even when Hisoka arrived.
Hisoka was standing over the side of Nagi who sat quietly and tried to ignore him. It went like this:
Hisoka: "Want to be my partner?" He asked without hesitation, but it was dull and drawled out.
Nagi: 'Oh my gawd! He's asking me to be his partner. No fucking way! How can this be? He calmly walked up to me and distributed the question casually, and what am I doing? This is happening to sudden. What the hell should I say? Think, Nagi, think…'
Hisoka: "… Naoe-kun?…"
Nagi: 'I don't know! I want to be alone, but I must become friends with Hisoka, and him asking me is kind of telling me something…'
Hisoka: "Forget I asked."
Nagi: "HAI!"
They sat down and started writing. Nagi didn't know much about Hisoka past the part of his looks and his passive attitude. Hisoka was scribbling stuff down on his own paper, and Nagi let his eyes wander to what he was writing about him. The silent boy was making a draft and came up with different words to describe him.
Short
'Hmph. You're so not tall, yourself.'
Reserved
'Just what I was thinking about you.'
Strong intellect
'Wow…that's…nice.'
Calm, helpful, sorted…
Nagi leaned over the desk to see what else was written, but Hisoka's hand covered it. Then Hisoka had stopped writing and look straight at Nagi. Nagi blushed after being caught leaning forward. He jumped back into his seat.
Hisoka looked at Nagi's paper and his eyes shifted back to his. A frown was held on his face. He wrote more words on his paper.
Bashful, nosey, slow correspondent…emotional.
Being in Crawford-san's class was nerving. It made Nagi uneasy to catch Crawford-san staring at him from his desk. Something about the way his facial expression looked and how long he stared at him showed probably dislike, but why? This infatuated Nagi, but it screamed inside his head with all the tension.
Suddenly, Hisoka had begun coughing. It was like he couldn't breath, and he choked for air, as the coughing continued if fits. Nagi was about to walk over to him, but the boy raised his hands.
"… I'm okay." The coughing died and left his face flushed. The class stared at them.
After the period, Nagi was disappointed. Hisoka avoided him during classes and made it clear he wanted to be left alone. He kept he's eyes on anything but Nagi. The day was turning out to get worse, til Tsuzuki-san came running down the hall.
"NAGI~~~chan!"
Nagi looked up from his locker and say Tsuzuki-san waving frantically at him. He had stuffed the last of his book in his bag and swung it over his back when Tsuzuki caught up to him. The expression on his face was like a hopeful puppy up for adoption.
"Nagi-chan, can you do something for me?" He asked, batting his eyelashes.
"H-hai?" Nagi stuttered.
"Can you come over to my apartment on Sunday?"
"…" Nagi immediately blushed a crimson red. His eyes were wide in horror. Tsuzuki had seen it, because he instantly assured Nagi.
"Don't worry- it's not far! And Hisoka will be there! You can both do stuff! I'm asking you so that Hisoka won't be lonely at my place. I thought if you were there, then you guys can become friends- I'll make sure it happens! So, you coming?"
Nagi felt the pit of his stomach lurch, he also felt jealous for Hisoka. The boy just arrived and Tsuzuki had invited him to stay at his house. Hisoka couldn't know how to handle someone so energetic like Tsuzuki-san. He was so quiet and stern like Tatsumi-san, but probably didn't smile ever. What was so special about him?
"I guess I could, Tsuzuki-san."
"Great! Hisoka will be very surprised!" Nagi winced. Tsuzuki-san obviously cared about Hisoka to go through his own way. It was love, but a selfless kind.
"What is Hisoka doing at your residence in the first place?" He asked before the teacher could waltz away.
"His parents… didn't want him. They gave him up a long time ago." He gave Nagi a look of compassion. "He was sick in the hospital for almost three years and they never came. I've known him, actually...for longer. I use to volunteer at the hospital. I'm his guardian, now."
"Really? You never told me…" Nagi knew how stupid that must've sound from someone like him. He never was a close friend to Tsuzuki, and was practically new himself.
"I'm sorry. I've been so busy and stressed lately. I just wanted to see Hisoka happy." A new feeling rushed over Nagi. He could sense how emotional Tsuzuki was toward Hisoka. It felt like a secret that should be kept. Nagi smiled solemnly.
"I'll remember to come. Later, Tsuzuki-san."
"Bye!" Tsuzuki waved Nagi at the doorway of the school, "I know you'll make him happy!"
Nagi continued pass a rundown building and turn right. 'Baka. Why am I always getting rundown by everyone? I'm too nice.' He stopped walking when he stood in front of the tall, blue apartment complex called home. 'Next time, I'll take the goddamn bus.' He pushed the up button to the elevator and stepped in. Pushing the 13th button, he waited calmly as the smooth elevator music continued indistinctly. He walked through the hall and stopped at the last door.
He slipped off his shoes and closed the door slowly after entering immediately. He knew too well that Yoshiko was out. He went into the kitchen and popped a cup of instant noodle into the microwave. Releasing his pack, he tossed it onto the couch. It was always a daily routine; wake up, take a shower, get dressed, get to school, hate school, get back home, eat, take a bath, do homework if in the mood, and fall in a deep sleep to only be brought back to the same routine.
He gathered chopsticks and ate the noodles in solitude. He tried to prevent slurping, but he didn't eat lunch and his stomach was practically begging to be fulfilled. A noodle randomly touched the tip of his nose, and Nagi's eyes crossed. His mouth was covered with the wet soup. It dripped to his lips, and his tongue darted to catch the droplets. He brought a napkin to his face to wipe his face.
Nagi marched up stairs to the convenient bathroom and let the water run in the tub. The steam exceeded from the hot water, and Nagi felt himself relaxed already. He didn't stay in the bath for long. After cleansing his arms and legs quickly, he got out and was dry. He took his pack to his room and laid out his assignments on his desk.
"Damnit," he breathed as he sat down. Taking a pen he started writing nonstop. Not until three hours later did he hear the front door shut. Aunt Yoshiko came into the room with a bag of take-out in her hand.
"Hey, Nagi-chan," she said, smiling sadly. She leaned against the doorframe. "I was wondering if you were hungry." She waved the white bag of take-out bought from a Chinese restaurant. Nagi stared at her and there was an uncomfortable silence between them.
"Nagi," she pouted as she slinked up to him, "don't look at me like that! I was with a friend I hadn't seen in two years! Did you really want me to abandon her after she came in the airport? It took long because we went to a Chinese restaurant way out there… Want some?" She held the bag of food out.
"I ate."
"C' mon!" She grabbed his arm playfully. "I'll cook it myself and we'll eat it!"
"Don't you mean you'll burn it and I'll have to choke on it?"
"That's only because I read manga and cook at the same time," she slyly smirked.
"Yeah, yeah." Yoshiko ran out of the room and started to heat the food. Nagi stayed in his room to finish his Languages homework. When he heard the fire alarm go on from the kitchen, he sighed with exhaustion. She just arrived home and already she was burning something.
He walked into the kitchen and saw Yoshiko standing on a stool and waving frantically at the smoke escaping into the fire alarm that continued beeping. On the stove, a pan of fried vegetables were burned to a crisp. The horrible beeping noise annoyed him, but it wasn't loud enough to hurt his eardrums. He'd gotten use to it when living with his aunt.
"Help turn the damn thing off!" Yoshiko yelled as she jumped off the stool and turned the stove off. Nagi tried to find the switch, but the smoke stung his eyes and couldn't make it clear. The beeping grew louder. He wished he could simply tear it off the damned ceiling. 'Damnit! Just shut off already!'
In an instant, the alarm stopped after flying off the ceiling and crashing to the floor. Most of the smoke was gone and Yoshiko stared at him in amazement.
"Nagi! What the hell did you do?!" She picked up the broken pieces to the alarm from the ground. "Damn. Now we'll have to pay for a new one."
Nagi was staring at the pieces, too, but was dumbfounded. "I'm sorry, nee-san…" 'How did that happen?'
Yoshiko placed her eyes on him shockingly, but a smile appeared on her face. "It's alright, Nagi. I would've done the same thing myself. I suppose not buying damn manga will pay for this." She smiled wryly.
He nodded, but kept his eyes to the floor. He felt ashamed of what he'd done, but wasn't sure how he'd done it. Had he really done it? He hadn't noticed that Yoshiko had cleaned the mess.
She was worried about Nagi. He looked like he dreaded a sleep; His eyes wide and face unusually pale… and he addressed her as "nee-san".
'He's never done that before…' she thought, 'maybe he's going through a state or phase. He's such a young boy, and to be in high school already. He must feel left out at being younger than the other juniors…' She sighed. 'Damnit. I wish I had listened in that seminar when senpai was talking about puberty!' [1]
"Yoshiko-san, I'm going to bed." Nagi spoke. He shut the door to his room.
'I can't let him be miserable!' Yoshiko paced around the kitchen. 'I'll have to be a better guardian and spend more time with him. I can't blow him off anymore and read those shounen ai manga… That reminds me. I forgot to ask Nagi-chan about a girlfriend.'
~*~
'I can't believe he's actually ignoring me.'
And he was. Hisoka was giving the cold shoulder to Nagi all afternoon. He kept his distance during first period through sixth. Seventh period was Computer class, and Hisoka didn't have that.
He walked with his shoulders slumped down to the computer room, when a familiar spontaneous voice called out.
"Moshi moshi Nagi!" Tsuzuki-san greeted from his class doorway.
"Moshi moshi?"[2]
Tsuzuki blushed timidly. "I want to know what you're telephone number is… so as to call you if something comes up."
Nagi flushed and his head became heavy.
"I mean," Tsuzuki smiled brightly, "Hisoka would probably like to call you."
He's thinking about Hisoka again. Nagi felt the weight on his shoulders lift. He didn't want them to call, but it would seem rude to turn him down.
"Sure." He walked up to Tsuzuki and took out a pen. Tsuzuki innocently put out his hand. Shrugging, Nagi wrote down his number in the blue ink on his teacher's hand.
"Arigatou!" The bell rang suddenly. Nagi groaned, but Tsuzuki gave him a pass.
Stumbling into computer class, he triumphantly gave his pass to the teacher and sat down beside a sandy-haired boy. He typed furiously on the keyboard. Everyone else had already turned on their monitors and was typing as well.
Near the end of class (wow, that short?) the students were saving their work.
"Sheesh! I can't get into my folder."
"Why don't you make a new folder?" Nagi asked the sandy-haired boy.
"I will, after I find my old folder."
"You lost your folder? Did you delete it?"
"It's missing," the boy stated, puzzled, "and I can't seem to register--"
"Let me try." Nagi leaned closer to the boy and began the search. "What was your folder name?"
"Uh… Weiss." He answered, meekly.
"…And the document?"
"…Mission127." After a few clicks, Nagi turned to the boy."
"I've transferred your document into your folder." Nagi started to turn off his monitor. "The folder was under "programs"." He couldn't help but smirk.
"Oh." The boy blushed. The bell rang, and the students ran to the door, pushing past each other in a hurry.
"Hey, Nagi!" The boy caught up to him outside the hall. Nagi didn't know what this boy wanted- he couldn't even remember his name. "There's this party some friends are going to tonight. I thought maybe you'd like to join me- I mean- us?"
"A party?" He nodded. "I'm sorry, but I don't even know your me…"
"It's Omi!" He piped. "It won't be long! It's sort of like a small get together. There'll be people, music, food…"
"Fine," Nagi said flatly, "My house is the blue complex by the cinema and porn shop." Omi's face turned a tomato red.
"I'll pick you up at seven?" He asked.
"Fine." Omi walked into the crowd of students.
'Wow,' reflected Nagi, 'I've been invited to a party, and with a date. I think I handled that pretty well.' He strode with confidence. 'I think I might like this high school and dating thing.'
~~~~~?~~~~~
[1] Yoshiko is talking about her years in grad school long ago.
[2] Moshi moshi is commonly used on the phone, is it not? I saw it used as a commonly hello to someone while watching a subbed version of Burn-Up W. I thought it sounded cute, so Tsuzuki said it! Moshi moshi!
Mucha: Yup, it sucked. I didn't like it at all. It seems like the story's going nowhere, and only in the third chapter! Geez. There needs to be more action! Suspense, or something! Hmm…
Do you think this is a comedy or not? Argh.
Some of it didn't make sense, and it drawled on boringly, ne? The writing sucked. Let's face it; it's probably better if I didn't write. It might save me time to get things done… but I'll try to continue! See me in a month.
Next ch.
OMG! Party at Schuldich's place! Who's the scrawny boy? Let's have a little fun… but I'm trying not to turn this yaoi. Disaster strikes after an accident…