Hakuba glanced at his watch. Even accounting for the wild-haired boy's perpetual tardiness, he should be arriving in 3... 2... 1....
"GOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOORRRRNNNN-"
~SPLASH!!!!~
Hakuba shut the cover to the watch with a very satisfying 'clik'. Right on time. He looked up, vaguely noting the shocked expressions on his classmates faces with pleased amusement.
Kuroba Kaito stood in the doorway, water streamed down his dark clothing, painting it with globs of mirror bright gold craft glitter. An upside-down bucket covered his head, leaving just his chin visible. Aoko peered from behind his shoulder, her shoes just avoiding the puddle of water spreading at his feet.
The class was un-naturally silent, un-consciously recognising the immobility in his normally fluid posture as a warning sign.
"Heh." The magician reached up and slowly pulled the bucket off his head, the gesture deceptively casual. Narrowed violet eyes met his with un-erring gaze. "Hakuba." The voice was calm, giving away no sign of emotion.
"Kuroba." He met the gaze with a cool one of his own, his cool facade un-broken by the force of the magician's piercing gaze.
A manic grin spread across Kuroba's face as he pointed towards him with a flourish that only a true showman could pull off. "I accept your challenge!!!" Kuroba boldly announced.
The class began to breath again, students moving now that the threat of danger had passed.
Hakuba blinked. Challenge?
Kuroba bounced into the room, Aoko rolling her eyes and following him with weary patience. She tossed her book bag on her desk as the magician stopped in front of his desk, still dripping water and metallic glitter all over the place with out a care.
"Welcome to the Dark Side!" Kuroba grinned, sticking out a hand. "This is going to be fun!!!"
From her seat, Akako put a hand over her mouth to muffler her laughter.
"Dark side?" He blinked, a bad feeling rolling in the pit of his stomach.
Aoko sighed. "You just had to get him started, didn't you?" She griped as Kuroba practically danced to his seat, brimming with maniac energy and heedless to the fact that he was soaking wet.
"Started?" He echoed. Akako's muffled laughter grew louder.
"Started." Aoko affirmed. "There's a reason why I only chase him around with a mop. The -last- time someone challenged him to a prank war, the school ended up looking like a psychedelic Easter egg."
"Eh?" Prank war? He'd only meant to get back some of his own on the mischievous magician, not start a war. "But-"
He paused. This was a challenge. A challenge to him, by the blast magician thief.
There was NO way in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks he was going allow Kuroba to win.
Eyes narrowed, he smirked back grim amusement settling over him like his deerstalker. "Let the games begin."
***
Attempt #1: Sign taped to Kuroba's back.
Hakuba paused about half a minute after sticking the sign on the magician's back. He slowly reached back and a piece of paper off the back of his coat with a sense of dread.
It was his note. 'I am a dorkus ignoramus' written in neat pencil.
Below that in a more casual scrawl, Kuroba's handwriting read: 'and I can't spell either'.
He crumpled up the paper and attempted to figure out his next attack.
***
Attempt #2: Itching powder in Kuroba's gym clothes.
"Are you alright?" The PE coach asked, looking concerned as Hakuba tried valiantly not to scratch a particularly nasty itch right between his shoulder blades. "You're scratching like you have the chicken pox."
"I am fine." He growled, shooting a dark glare at Kuroba. Kuroba shot back an innocent look.
It failed miserably.
***
Attempt #3: Slugs and snakes and toads and other gross stuff in Kuroba's shoe locker.
Lunch time, sweet lunch time. A break from the mundane monotony of class.
Hakuba opened up his lunch box, looking forward to the shepherd's pie the cook had been in the mood to make.
And promptly dropped the lid as several frogs hopped out. Hot on their trails were several snakes, one of which looked like it had a frog sticking out of its abnormally wide mouth. Which was followed by several moths, a couple of flies and a crow, which he -knew- he hadn't put into the locker.
"Hmm..." Akako leaned over him, peering into the box, where a newt, a live squid and several smaller creatures attempted to crawl out. "If you're not going to eat them, can I have them?" She asked.
He felt vaguely ill.
***
Attempt #4: Bleach Kuroba's hair blond.
Hakuba stared.
He had decided on attempting to dye Kuroba's hair blond, because it was the one prank that couldn't get turned back around on him. He was already blond.
It shouldn't have worked. It was impossible to have worked.
And against all of the stupid odds, it worked.
Aoko shot her seatmate a concerned look as the teacher droned on. Kuroba, his hair a dull burnished gold, ignored it, his head propped up on one arm as he attempted not to fall asleep in class.
He should have felt triumphant over this.
And yet... he couldn't quite swallow down the sense of un-ease that accompanied the sight. He just KNEW something bad was going to come out of this.
Very very bad.
Hakuba began to twitch.
***
Aoko swatted Kaito upside the back of his head before plopping down next to him in the grass to eat her lunch. "How long are you going to keep torturing poor Hakuba-kun like that?" She demand crossly. "The poor guy is jumping at shadows."
He snickered. "It's no fun getting him when he's expecting it. You have wait until he's not expecting it, THEN spring it on him."
"Which'll be-? She inquired.
Kaito grinned into his food. "About a week or two."
She rolled her eyes. Great, a couple of weeks dealing with a paranoid detective in class. "You just had to let him think he pulled one off on him."
He snickered and casually tucked a few strands of midnight blue hair back under the blond wig. "Can't wait to see his face tomorrow when I walk in with my normal hair. Besides, it's his own fault for walking up to Mom asking her if he could put bleach in my shampoo to turn my hair yellow."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding."
"Nope. I was home at the time too. It's a good thing Mom was a stage actress before she married Dad or I don't think she would have been able to keep a straight face when she agreed."
Aoko paused for a moment, looking at him, then shook her head to hide a giggle. "You're terrible, you know that?"
"I know." He shot her a crooked grin. "But that's why you love me."
"... baka."
-fin-
Okay, Kaito's last line is a little OOC, but it wouldn't go away, so there it is.
No clue on what his Mom did before she married Toichi, but it kind of makes sense that she would have been his stage assistant, ne?
My last biological grandparent died on last Monday, and it hit a little harder than anticipated. On the other hand, we tied with Magik-chan for first place on edogawaconan.com's picture contest, and we'll be leaving for vacation in a little over 2 weeks. ^_^
So we're better, just currently torn in a mix of wanting to be depressed and cry, and going crazy with giddy super excited hyperactivity.
In other words, the insanity is back to normally accepted levels. *Grins*
"GOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOOORRRRNNNN-"
~SPLASH!!!!~
Hakuba shut the cover to the watch with a very satisfying 'clik'. Right on time. He looked up, vaguely noting the shocked expressions on his classmates faces with pleased amusement.
Kuroba Kaito stood in the doorway, water streamed down his dark clothing, painting it with globs of mirror bright gold craft glitter. An upside-down bucket covered his head, leaving just his chin visible. Aoko peered from behind his shoulder, her shoes just avoiding the puddle of water spreading at his feet.
The class was un-naturally silent, un-consciously recognising the immobility in his normally fluid posture as a warning sign.
"Heh." The magician reached up and slowly pulled the bucket off his head, the gesture deceptively casual. Narrowed violet eyes met his with un-erring gaze. "Hakuba." The voice was calm, giving away no sign of emotion.
"Kuroba." He met the gaze with a cool one of his own, his cool facade un-broken by the force of the magician's piercing gaze.
A manic grin spread across Kuroba's face as he pointed towards him with a flourish that only a true showman could pull off. "I accept your challenge!!!" Kuroba boldly announced.
The class began to breath again, students moving now that the threat of danger had passed.
Hakuba blinked. Challenge?
Kuroba bounced into the room, Aoko rolling her eyes and following him with weary patience. She tossed her book bag on her desk as the magician stopped in front of his desk, still dripping water and metallic glitter all over the place with out a care.
"Welcome to the Dark Side!" Kuroba grinned, sticking out a hand. "This is going to be fun!!!"
From her seat, Akako put a hand over her mouth to muffler her laughter.
"Dark side?" He blinked, a bad feeling rolling in the pit of his stomach.
Aoko sighed. "You just had to get him started, didn't you?" She griped as Kuroba practically danced to his seat, brimming with maniac energy and heedless to the fact that he was soaking wet.
"Started?" He echoed. Akako's muffled laughter grew louder.
"Started." Aoko affirmed. "There's a reason why I only chase him around with a mop. The -last- time someone challenged him to a prank war, the school ended up looking like a psychedelic Easter egg."
"Eh?" Prank war? He'd only meant to get back some of his own on the mischievous magician, not start a war. "But-"
He paused. This was a challenge. A challenge to him, by the blast magician thief.
There was NO way in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks he was going allow Kuroba to win.
Eyes narrowed, he smirked back grim amusement settling over him like his deerstalker. "Let the games begin."
***
Attempt #1: Sign taped to Kuroba's back.
Hakuba paused about half a minute after sticking the sign on the magician's back. He slowly reached back and a piece of paper off the back of his coat with a sense of dread.
It was his note. 'I am a dorkus ignoramus' written in neat pencil.
Below that in a more casual scrawl, Kuroba's handwriting read: 'and I can't spell either'.
He crumpled up the paper and attempted to figure out his next attack.
***
Attempt #2: Itching powder in Kuroba's gym clothes.
"Are you alright?" The PE coach asked, looking concerned as Hakuba tried valiantly not to scratch a particularly nasty itch right between his shoulder blades. "You're scratching like you have the chicken pox."
"I am fine." He growled, shooting a dark glare at Kuroba. Kuroba shot back an innocent look.
It failed miserably.
***
Attempt #3: Slugs and snakes and toads and other gross stuff in Kuroba's shoe locker.
Lunch time, sweet lunch time. A break from the mundane monotony of class.
Hakuba opened up his lunch box, looking forward to the shepherd's pie the cook had been in the mood to make.
And promptly dropped the lid as several frogs hopped out. Hot on their trails were several snakes, one of which looked like it had a frog sticking out of its abnormally wide mouth. Which was followed by several moths, a couple of flies and a crow, which he -knew- he hadn't put into the locker.
"Hmm..." Akako leaned over him, peering into the box, where a newt, a live squid and several smaller creatures attempted to crawl out. "If you're not going to eat them, can I have them?" She asked.
He felt vaguely ill.
***
Attempt #4: Bleach Kuroba's hair blond.
Hakuba stared.
He had decided on attempting to dye Kuroba's hair blond, because it was the one prank that couldn't get turned back around on him. He was already blond.
It shouldn't have worked. It was impossible to have worked.
And against all of the stupid odds, it worked.
Aoko shot her seatmate a concerned look as the teacher droned on. Kuroba, his hair a dull burnished gold, ignored it, his head propped up on one arm as he attempted not to fall asleep in class.
He should have felt triumphant over this.
And yet... he couldn't quite swallow down the sense of un-ease that accompanied the sight. He just KNEW something bad was going to come out of this.
Very very bad.
Hakuba began to twitch.
***
Aoko swatted Kaito upside the back of his head before plopping down next to him in the grass to eat her lunch. "How long are you going to keep torturing poor Hakuba-kun like that?" She demand crossly. "The poor guy is jumping at shadows."
He snickered. "It's no fun getting him when he's expecting it. You have wait until he's not expecting it, THEN spring it on him."
"Which'll be-? She inquired.
Kaito grinned into his food. "About a week or two."
She rolled her eyes. Great, a couple of weeks dealing with a paranoid detective in class. "You just had to let him think he pulled one off on him."
He snickered and casually tucked a few strands of midnight blue hair back under the blond wig. "Can't wait to see his face tomorrow when I walk in with my normal hair. Besides, it's his own fault for walking up to Mom asking her if he could put bleach in my shampoo to turn my hair yellow."
She raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding."
"Nope. I was home at the time too. It's a good thing Mom was a stage actress before she married Dad or I don't think she would have been able to keep a straight face when she agreed."
Aoko paused for a moment, looking at him, then shook her head to hide a giggle. "You're terrible, you know that?"
"I know." He shot her a crooked grin. "But that's why you love me."
"... baka."
-fin-
Okay, Kaito's last line is a little OOC, but it wouldn't go away, so there it is.
No clue on what his Mom did before she married Toichi, but it kind of makes sense that she would have been his stage assistant, ne?
My last biological grandparent died on last Monday, and it hit a little harder than anticipated. On the other hand, we tied with Magik-chan for first place on edogawaconan.com's picture contest, and we'll be leaving for vacation in a little over 2 weeks. ^_^
So we're better, just currently torn in a mix of wanting to be depressed and cry, and going crazy with giddy super excited hyperactivity.
In other words, the insanity is back to normally accepted levels. *Grins*