Tittle: Remember Me Wholy
Authur: Silver-Winged-Angel
Rating: PG13.... R in later parts...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or any of their characters.. just borrowing them from Matsushita-sensei, I'll return them later sensei...
Summery: You can never forget the past but don't let the past control your future...
Chapter 2 Let the 'competition' begin
Yutaka sensei walked in the class and the monitor was the first to stand up. "Ohayo gozaimasu, sensei," the monitor spoke aloud and the rest of the class followed with a bow. Yutaka-sensei nodded slightly and the class sat down. The science teacher sat down on his respectful chair behind the desk and began taking attendance. Hijiri was sitting restlessly on his chair, waiting for the teacher to finish doing the job. "Okay class, I believe I've given each and everyone of you some task yesterday, a science project," the blond haired teacher started, "Put your project on your desk and I'll examine it, those who didn't do it, please stand up," he continued again. Some of the students were reluctant to do so, but they would expect more punishment from the blond haired sensei. So, shamefully a couple of students stood up trying as fast as their brains could go to think up of a excuse. "The two of you, please see me in my office after class, wakatte?" they nodded. "Hai,"
Hijiri smirked again, "Let's see who's mark's higher now," he whispered to Hisoka, but was ignored. Hisoka was confident of his own 'piece of art'. He won't lose. Hijiri rolled his eyes. His friend could be arrogant and annoying sometimes. Sensei began his journey from the front end of the class, slowly examining it and jotting the marks down. Sensei came closer and closer to the two boys and Hijiri's heart was thumping loud in his chest. 'What am I so nervous about now? It's just a simple competing to see who's marks the highest!' his mind screamed. 'Calm down, calm down, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, I'll win anyway,' his mind said again. Sensei came closer and reached Hisoka's desk. Hijiri began sweating. 'What's wrong with me? Sheesh!' he thought again and wiped away the perspiration on his forehead. Hisoka's project was marked and Hijiri refused to see how much he got yet. Sensei moved on to Hijiri's desk and began studying his work. 'Please let me get a high mark, please,' he pleaded silently.
The moment he'd been waiting for came and the mark was written down on the piece of plank that his project sat on. He looked at it and almost broke out into a moronic grin. 95 out of 100. Kakkoii! But he couldn't celebrate just yet. He needed to know what Hisoka's mark is. Sensei finished marking and began the lecture about nature. He never wanted to create trouble by talking in the middle of the lecture so he decided to ask him after school. The rest of the days and class passed by was a blur to both Hisoka and Hijiri. Neither of them interested in the lesson the teachers tried to fit through their mind. But Hisoka could really pretend having interest, while Hijiri was scolded a couple of times. The dreading moment every student and suprisingly, some teachers came as the bell rang and everyone spread out the class like bulls that had been given freedom to go. Both Hijiri and Hisoka walked out the class calmly and out of Tomoatsu Highschool. "So how much did you get Hijiri-kun?" Hisoka asked, dreading the answer. Hijiri kept his pride high up to the sky. "95 out of 100, I win 'Soka-chan," Hisoka smirked, and almost laugh out loud. At least, something good happened today, something that would take his foul mood away.
"Uh-uh, no you don't, I got 97 out of o-n-e-h-u-n-d-r-e-d," Hisoka said, almost mocking his friend. Hijiri's eyes bulged, almost coming out of it's socket. "Nandato?! You got 97? shikashi.." Hisoka ignored his partner and climbed on his bike, Hijiri followed suit. "You must've misread them, how could you get...." Hijiri was about to protest, "I won alright? Now enough about this thing," Hisoka cut in annoyed. "Demo, 'soka-chan, mine was better than yours," Hijiri dared himself to said it. He never liked to upset anyone but Hijiri was.. well.. confused. "Hijiri-kun, enough okay? It's just a simple project, nothing more, now let's get back and if Tsuzuki is home early from his part time job, we can go out or something," Hisoka tried. He never liked to argue with either Hijiri nor Tsuzuki. Both of them would take ages to finish in arguing.
They cycled back home in silence. "Tadaima! Tsuzuki?" Hijiri called out. Tsuzuki walked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron with a picture of a puppy eating a birthday cake in front. "Eh, back already?" Hisoka could smell the aroma of Tsuzuki's cooking. His nose wrinkled a little. It smelled great but what about the taste? He was praying Tsuzuki knew what he was doing. For Hijiri, according to his past's experience, he wouldn't want to taste Tsuzuki's home made curry ever again. Unless Tsuzuki went for a cooking training. It almost killed him. And Tsuzuki even thought he liked it! "Hora! Mite, mite! I cooked lunch specially for the both of you!" Tsuzuki led them to the kitchen. Tsuzuki had already prepared it on the table. Hijiri saw only two plates containing food. "Ano, Tsuzuki, aren't you gonna eat too?" he asked. "Nope, I already said, it's especially for both of you," Hijiri's mind flared. 'You cheater! You don't wanna eat 'coz you know it'll kill us!' his mind screamed accusingly. Hijiri and Hisoka sat on their own chair and looked at the food hesitantly. He could even hear Hisoka sighing. 'This better be good, Tsuzuki, or else,' Hisoka thought.
Hijiri took the first bite of cabbage. He chewed on it for a while before his face turned animated green. 'TOO MUCH SALT!!' and he mentally gagged. Hisoka saw the reaction from Hijiri and thought twice, wether to be poisoned by it, or just eat it. Then he saw Tsuzuki's hopeful puppy eyes beside him. "Soka-chan, you haven't eaten yet," Tsuzuki said, still not realizing that Hijiri's face was a faded colour of green. Not wanting to hurt his friend, Hisoka took a bite from the meat. 'Gods, help me,' he pleaded silently. He managed to keep his cool like always and his face was still the same pale colour, no green, no blue. Hisoka nodded automatically. Hijiri's eyes turned wide, not believing it. Hisoka was good at hiding his emotions. Tsuzuki's unusual purple eyes widen in happiness. He then turned towards Hijiri who already moved on from the unfortunate choking section. "It tastes great Tsuzuki," he said quickly. The least thing he wanted to do right now is hurt his amethyst eyed friend. Tsuzuki is the kind of person who sheds tears easily over a simple thing. For an example, over mushi things such as movies. Whenever anyone would take Tsuzuki to a theater, they'd better remember to bring a box of tissues. Not that Hijiri was complaining about Tsuzuki's lack of seriousness.
"Great! See, I can cook too you know," Tsuzuki happily exclaimed. Both of the boys sighed. "Well, what else are you waiting for? Finish your lunch!" Hisoka and Hijiri sweatdropped. 'Not again,' both of them thought. Whatever the consequences is, they'll have to get through it. Reluctantly, both the boys began filling their stomach with the food. Tsuzuki's eyes shone as he thought they liked it. Minutes later, the boys were soon trying to gulp their lunch down, hoping againts hope that they won't have to bring it out of their system. Tsuzuki had already prepared them orange juice. Hijiri and Hisoka grabbed it thankfully and began drinking it mimicking a man in a desert. "So, how did it taste?" Tsuzuki asked again hopefully. Hijiri took a glance at Hisoka, seeing what he would do next. "You put salt a little too much, but it's okay," Hisoka spoke smoothly. Tsuzuki pouted. "But, it's delicious never the less, Tsuzuki," Hijiri voiced out. Tsuzuki turned into his puppy form and his smile grew wide, tail wagging here and there. Hijiri couldn't help it as he saw the cute puppy. He pinched both of Tsuzuki's cheek, "Kawaii!". Tsuzuki's paw tried to pry the hands away from his already red cheeks.
"Well, let's get this cleaned up then," Hisoka stood up and began cleaning up the dishes on the table. Hijiri followed suit. "Oh, Tsuzuki, since you cooked lunch for us, maybe you can go outside and have a nice rest, then?" the puppied Tsuzuki nodded happily and bounced into the living room. The both of them could hear voices of the television being turned out loud. It didn't matter anyway, there aren't any close neighbours. Relief that Tsuzuki is out of sight and out of hearing range, "Gosh! Someone really really need to teach Tsuzuki cooking!" Hijiri exclaimed. Hisoka simply nodded. He picked up his dishes together with Hijiri's and dumped it in the sink. Hijiri in turn, washed them and lather them. Hisoka rinse the lather off. Finish the task, both of them sighed again, not really liking to do the washing. Then they remembered about Tsuzuki in the living room. The blonde haired boy together with the brunette stride towards where their amethyst eyed friend is. They spent their entire day chatting and laughing with each other, and since Hisoka won over their little competition, he wasn't in a bad mood anymore.
(Authur's note: Okay, I gotta make this clear for 'ya all who had been confused with my fic.
1. Hisoka & Tsuzuki aren't shinigamis. They're human beings with some magic.. I won't spoil you.
2. Hisoka, Tsuzuki, Hijiri lives in the same house coz, err.. I made it that way, they're best friends anyway.
3. This fic is totally AU, but some of it for example the past is still the same.
Wakatte? R&R please and any questions or ideas or anything are welcome. Flames will be ignored, although I will hurt.. Enjoy the fic!!)
Authur: Silver-Winged-Angel
Rating: PG13.... R in later parts...
Disclaimer: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or any of their characters.. just borrowing them from Matsushita-sensei, I'll return them later sensei...
Summery: You can never forget the past but don't let the past control your future...
Chapter 2 Let the 'competition' begin
Yutaka sensei walked in the class and the monitor was the first to stand up. "Ohayo gozaimasu, sensei," the monitor spoke aloud and the rest of the class followed with a bow. Yutaka-sensei nodded slightly and the class sat down. The science teacher sat down on his respectful chair behind the desk and began taking attendance. Hijiri was sitting restlessly on his chair, waiting for the teacher to finish doing the job. "Okay class, I believe I've given each and everyone of you some task yesterday, a science project," the blond haired teacher started, "Put your project on your desk and I'll examine it, those who didn't do it, please stand up," he continued again. Some of the students were reluctant to do so, but they would expect more punishment from the blond haired sensei. So, shamefully a couple of students stood up trying as fast as their brains could go to think up of a excuse. "The two of you, please see me in my office after class, wakatte?" they nodded. "Hai,"
Hijiri smirked again, "Let's see who's mark's higher now," he whispered to Hisoka, but was ignored. Hisoka was confident of his own 'piece of art'. He won't lose. Hijiri rolled his eyes. His friend could be arrogant and annoying sometimes. Sensei began his journey from the front end of the class, slowly examining it and jotting the marks down. Sensei came closer and closer to the two boys and Hijiri's heart was thumping loud in his chest. 'What am I so nervous about now? It's just a simple competing to see who's marks the highest!' his mind screamed. 'Calm down, calm down, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, I'll win anyway,' his mind said again. Sensei came closer and reached Hisoka's desk. Hijiri began sweating. 'What's wrong with me? Sheesh!' he thought again and wiped away the perspiration on his forehead. Hisoka's project was marked and Hijiri refused to see how much he got yet. Sensei moved on to Hijiri's desk and began studying his work. 'Please let me get a high mark, please,' he pleaded silently.
The moment he'd been waiting for came and the mark was written down on the piece of plank that his project sat on. He looked at it and almost broke out into a moronic grin. 95 out of 100. Kakkoii! But he couldn't celebrate just yet. He needed to know what Hisoka's mark is. Sensei finished marking and began the lecture about nature. He never wanted to create trouble by talking in the middle of the lecture so he decided to ask him after school. The rest of the days and class passed by was a blur to both Hisoka and Hijiri. Neither of them interested in the lesson the teachers tried to fit through their mind. But Hisoka could really pretend having interest, while Hijiri was scolded a couple of times. The dreading moment every student and suprisingly, some teachers came as the bell rang and everyone spread out the class like bulls that had been given freedom to go. Both Hijiri and Hisoka walked out the class calmly and out of Tomoatsu Highschool. "So how much did you get Hijiri-kun?" Hisoka asked, dreading the answer. Hijiri kept his pride high up to the sky. "95 out of 100, I win 'Soka-chan," Hisoka smirked, and almost laugh out loud. At least, something good happened today, something that would take his foul mood away.
"Uh-uh, no you don't, I got 97 out of o-n-e-h-u-n-d-r-e-d," Hisoka said, almost mocking his friend. Hijiri's eyes bulged, almost coming out of it's socket. "Nandato?! You got 97? shikashi.." Hisoka ignored his partner and climbed on his bike, Hijiri followed suit. "You must've misread them, how could you get...." Hijiri was about to protest, "I won alright? Now enough about this thing," Hisoka cut in annoyed. "Demo, 'soka-chan, mine was better than yours," Hijiri dared himself to said it. He never liked to upset anyone but Hijiri was.. well.. confused. "Hijiri-kun, enough okay? It's just a simple project, nothing more, now let's get back and if Tsuzuki is home early from his part time job, we can go out or something," Hisoka tried. He never liked to argue with either Hijiri nor Tsuzuki. Both of them would take ages to finish in arguing.
They cycled back home in silence. "Tadaima! Tsuzuki?" Hijiri called out. Tsuzuki walked out of the kitchen, wearing an apron with a picture of a puppy eating a birthday cake in front. "Eh, back already?" Hisoka could smell the aroma of Tsuzuki's cooking. His nose wrinkled a little. It smelled great but what about the taste? He was praying Tsuzuki knew what he was doing. For Hijiri, according to his past's experience, he wouldn't want to taste Tsuzuki's home made curry ever again. Unless Tsuzuki went for a cooking training. It almost killed him. And Tsuzuki even thought he liked it! "Hora! Mite, mite! I cooked lunch specially for the both of you!" Tsuzuki led them to the kitchen. Tsuzuki had already prepared it on the table. Hijiri saw only two plates containing food. "Ano, Tsuzuki, aren't you gonna eat too?" he asked. "Nope, I already said, it's especially for both of you," Hijiri's mind flared. 'You cheater! You don't wanna eat 'coz you know it'll kill us!' his mind screamed accusingly. Hijiri and Hisoka sat on their own chair and looked at the food hesitantly. He could even hear Hisoka sighing. 'This better be good, Tsuzuki, or else,' Hisoka thought.
Hijiri took the first bite of cabbage. He chewed on it for a while before his face turned animated green. 'TOO MUCH SALT!!' and he mentally gagged. Hisoka saw the reaction from Hijiri and thought twice, wether to be poisoned by it, or just eat it. Then he saw Tsuzuki's hopeful puppy eyes beside him. "Soka-chan, you haven't eaten yet," Tsuzuki said, still not realizing that Hijiri's face was a faded colour of green. Not wanting to hurt his friend, Hisoka took a bite from the meat. 'Gods, help me,' he pleaded silently. He managed to keep his cool like always and his face was still the same pale colour, no green, no blue. Hisoka nodded automatically. Hijiri's eyes turned wide, not believing it. Hisoka was good at hiding his emotions. Tsuzuki's unusual purple eyes widen in happiness. He then turned towards Hijiri who already moved on from the unfortunate choking section. "It tastes great Tsuzuki," he said quickly. The least thing he wanted to do right now is hurt his amethyst eyed friend. Tsuzuki is the kind of person who sheds tears easily over a simple thing. For an example, over mushi things such as movies. Whenever anyone would take Tsuzuki to a theater, they'd better remember to bring a box of tissues. Not that Hijiri was complaining about Tsuzuki's lack of seriousness.
"Great! See, I can cook too you know," Tsuzuki happily exclaimed. Both of the boys sighed. "Well, what else are you waiting for? Finish your lunch!" Hisoka and Hijiri sweatdropped. 'Not again,' both of them thought. Whatever the consequences is, they'll have to get through it. Reluctantly, both the boys began filling their stomach with the food. Tsuzuki's eyes shone as he thought they liked it. Minutes later, the boys were soon trying to gulp their lunch down, hoping againts hope that they won't have to bring it out of their system. Tsuzuki had already prepared them orange juice. Hijiri and Hisoka grabbed it thankfully and began drinking it mimicking a man in a desert. "So, how did it taste?" Tsuzuki asked again hopefully. Hijiri took a glance at Hisoka, seeing what he would do next. "You put salt a little too much, but it's okay," Hisoka spoke smoothly. Tsuzuki pouted. "But, it's delicious never the less, Tsuzuki," Hijiri voiced out. Tsuzuki turned into his puppy form and his smile grew wide, tail wagging here and there. Hijiri couldn't help it as he saw the cute puppy. He pinched both of Tsuzuki's cheek, "Kawaii!". Tsuzuki's paw tried to pry the hands away from his already red cheeks.
"Well, let's get this cleaned up then," Hisoka stood up and began cleaning up the dishes on the table. Hijiri followed suit. "Oh, Tsuzuki, since you cooked lunch for us, maybe you can go outside and have a nice rest, then?" the puppied Tsuzuki nodded happily and bounced into the living room. The both of them could hear voices of the television being turned out loud. It didn't matter anyway, there aren't any close neighbours. Relief that Tsuzuki is out of sight and out of hearing range, "Gosh! Someone really really need to teach Tsuzuki cooking!" Hijiri exclaimed. Hisoka simply nodded. He picked up his dishes together with Hijiri's and dumped it in the sink. Hijiri in turn, washed them and lather them. Hisoka rinse the lather off. Finish the task, both of them sighed again, not really liking to do the washing. Then they remembered about Tsuzuki in the living room. The blonde haired boy together with the brunette stride towards where their amethyst eyed friend is. They spent their entire day chatting and laughing with each other, and since Hisoka won over their little competition, he wasn't in a bad mood anymore.
(Authur's note: Okay, I gotta make this clear for 'ya all who had been confused with my fic.
1. Hisoka & Tsuzuki aren't shinigamis. They're human beings with some magic.. I won't spoil you.
2. Hisoka, Tsuzuki, Hijiri lives in the same house coz, err.. I made it that way, they're best friends anyway.
3. This fic is totally AU, but some of it for example the past is still the same.
Wakatte? R&R please and any questions or ideas or anything are welcome. Flames will be ignored, although I will hurt.. Enjoy the fic!!)