Note:. Still I remind you that this fic is AU and I changed the character's
personality so you wont meet a cold Hisoka and a happy-go-lucky Tsuzuki.
Got it?
Disclaimer: Tsuzuki and Hisoka is not mine, they belong to Yoko Matsuhita.
Warning: mild shonen ai , Brother Complex !!
THE TEACHER I'VE KNOWN Chapter two : Life In the School
When Hisoka back at his room that afternoon, his roommate has back too. A thin tall boy with brown curly hair. A large glasses hanging at his nose. "My name in Oshi," he introduced himself, holding a thick dusty encyclopedy at his hand. " I'm at second grade this year." Hisoka shook his hand gratefully. " I'm Hisoka. I'm still new here." " Yeah, I know," Oshi smiled, adjusting his glasses." Wakaba-sensei has told me all about you. She said that you're going to make as a nice roommate." The blonde boy laughed softly, warm flushed at his pale cheek. " Thanks. Wakaba-sensei praised me too much." Oshi shook his head. " No, I think you are a nice boy too. Oh, yeah, I forget to tell you." He walked into one of the drawer. " It's yours," Oshi pointed," And that's your bed. I think you've known it already." Hisoka nodded. " My things aren't much tough." " Really ?? Wow, That's odd! I need a large-large drawer to contain all of my books." Oshi sighed. " I think I have to buy a new one by myself. This one is not enough." Hisoka agreed. He could see various books, large or small, being stuffed carelessly at the drawer. Some placed above it since no room was left. "...Well...," Oshi shrugged," Why don't you go around the school? It's very big. I got lost few times when I first entered this school." Hisoka laughed. " I know. I was lost this morning. Thanks for the suggestion. I think I'll take a walk for a while."
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" Tsuzuki-san?" Tsuzuki didn't need to turn around to see who's approaching him. Only one person in this school who called him without the formal sensei attribute. He stopped, waiting for the other to catch on his step. " Are you going to go home?" " No," Tsuzuki replied. " I still has some class after this. Why are you bothering to ask?" Tatsumi adjusted his glasses, handed over a stack of papers at Tsuzuki. " Take this," he ordered," This is your math paper exam. I don't know why I found this at my desk. I tought you forgot to put it there." Tsuzuki frowned, taking the papers from Tatsumi. " I never false at recognizing my own desk. Maybe you are the one who take it." " Oh, my God, Tsuzuki ! Why I bothering to take it from you?? Math's paper test won't be any used for me! I am a History teacher!!" Tsuzuki waved his hand irritably. He is going to late for the class if this useless conversation still going on. And the most important was that he in a foul mood today. His mood changed as often as the cloud blew by the wind. Tatsumi shrugged, already getting used by his friend's easy changed attitude. Tsuzuki could be so gentle and warm at one time but very annoyed at other time. It's useless to speak to him now. " Yeah, yeah I knew you want to get rid of me soon. I has a class too after this. But I want to talk something important. I saw your new student this morning." " You did?" Tsuzuki asked, not paying interest at the topic." Something is wrong?" " Tsuzuki!!" Tatsumi yelled, began to feel irritated ." Don't pretend that you didn't notice. He look so much like him!!" " No, HE don't!!!" Tsuzuki snapped, eyes shot with anger. " Stop speaks something nonsense!! No one can imitated him!! Do you understand?? Now leave me alone!!" With that Tsuzuki turned, half running to the class. Tatsumi folded his arm, watched his friend's back with sad expression. Tsuzuki..., He tought, You haven't forgotten him, Did you? When will you let your heart be freed from the agony? He is dead. No one can changed that.
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Hisoka walked through the corridor,felt the warm breeze caressed his face. The fragrance of sweet flowers filled the air, carried by the summer's wind from opened window. The sun shone brightly, casted a dim glow through the boy's small body. This school is nice Hisoka taught. All of the building is painted white. Big windows in every inch of the wall. The only thing annoyed was a very long corridor that connected every classes. Needed approximately half an hour to crossed from the edge to edge. Tiny bonsai being placed neatly on a drawer, accompanied by a pot of thorny cactuar and full bloomed hydrangea. I've been passing a lot of flower and plants when I'm walking through this corridor. Wonder if our headmaster likes it a lot? Hisoka imagined a man with long blonde hair, a frame of glasses at his nose, wore a white lab coat instead of black suit, and a bonquet of red rose at his arms. Yes, It's looked mix The boy smiled to himself Watari looked so much like my flower's arrangement teacher before, except that she's a woman...
---BUMP---
Something hard crushed the boy, sent him reiled few steps backward.
" Hey!! Watch where are you going !!!"
Hisoka blinked, trying to get away from the dizziness. A stack of papers flied at the air and fell to the floor with gracious movement, scaterred. " Oh, please forgive me," he apologized, lifted his head to see the person he bumped into. It was the boy who sat behind him at the class. " Ku...Kuwabara?" Kuwabara looked at him with the same startled expression. However, it was soon faded, replaced by a silly mocking grin. " Oh, it's you," he replied coldly, crossed his arms at his chest. " Apologize won't solve the problem. That's all my assignment task. It's very important, y'know? Do you know what important means ? And you made it fell to the floor." " I'm so sorry," Hisoka replied," I was lost in tought. I didn't see you in front of me." He bending down at his knees, began picked up the papers. " I'll gather it for you." Kuwabara lifted his eyebrow, amused by the boy's reaction. Never knew that this boy was so dumb. He's the one who bumped at him realiezed that the other boy was lost in tought. It sure will be amusing. Not everyday you could see a small little angel walked lonely in the corridor. " Sure," Kuwabara said, maintained an angered tone at his voice." Make sure all is in appropiate order. I don't the pages in reverse to each other." The boy nodded, too absorbed with his job. He didn't notice as Kuwabara gestured his friend who stood in front of the class, busy chatting with the others.
This is the last one Hisoka tought, satisfied with himself. He stood up to hand over he papers to kuwabara, when he noticed the other boy. A tall boy thin glasses, silver hair framed his beautifull pale face. His eye, was a shade of gray. The other eye was hidden behind the layer of his hair. Hisoka could tell that this boy was gorgeous, but something in him made him not comfortable. He felt that he melted slowly under the piercing gaze.
Muraki smiled as he stared at the small boy in front of him. Admiring at how the innocent emerald eyes looked at him fulled with question. The pale hand lifted, as he brushed away few strands of hair from his angelic face. The soft petal lip slightly parted, inviting. Muraki wondered how would it feel when he crushed it with his own. Kuwabara has told him before that a beautifull boy has moved to his class before. A boy who's so perfect to get bulied. They haven't found an amusing target since the last one moved from the school, couldn't bare the terror he had to face everyday. It was the best way. No one dare to report or messed around with Muraki.
" Hey, boy, what's your name?" Muraki offered his hand. The boy glanced at it hesistantly before giving his hand. " Hisoka," he said slowly, still held Kuwabara's papers at his other hand. " I am Muraki," Muraki replied," I am one grade older than you so you have to call me senpai." " Y-yes senpai-" The boy winced, as Muraki gripped his hand harder. He tried to pulling away, but another hand circled his waist, holding him at place. " Don't worry," Muraki chuckled," I just want to give you a present for our first memorable meeting." He leaned down, capturing the boy's soft virgin lip into his own. The boy jerked, trying to squirmed away, mumbled some words of protest. Loud laugh echoed at the corrridor, accompanied by clapping hands.
" Murakiii!!! You found a new toy, don't you???" " Muraki!!," Another one yelled," Go fucked him!! Ohhh, man he looked delicious." Laugh bursting again. " Give him to me after you finish, won't youu?"
Muraki pulled away from the kiss, still holding the now trembled body. The boy flushed, trying to catch up his breath. Tears formed at his wide emerald eyes. " Let me go!!" he cried, placed his arms at Muraki's chest, shoving it backward. This time Muraki allowed him, as he loosened his grip. The boy took the chance to escape, stumbled few steps backward. He turned, running away from the corridor as fast as his tiny leg could. Muraki laughed, wiping away his mouth with his palm. " He tasted so sweet," he said, turned at Kuwabara who watched him with a smirk. " And very beautifull too. This will be far more amusing than I ever imagined. Finally I can find a fun from my usual boring day...."
******
Tsuzuki slammed the door to his apartment open. Inside was very dark, except the dim moon light that entered from the window, reflected into white glassy floor. The dark haired man sighed, moved to the switch to turn on the lamp. Soon the brightness swept over the room, almost blinding, revealed well furnished furnitures. All of it were very expensive, made by wellknown designers. It was not a big problem for Tsuzuki. He had lot, lot of money to spend, eventough not many knew. Who would think that a person who wanted to work so hard as a low salary teacher actually is a milliouner? But Tsuzuki never liked his luxury apartment. Behind of all the brightness he felt so lonely.With no one to speak with, no one who could hear his story after a long time work. It's all so empty. Like the apartment was not connected to the outside world, like it was just a separate space, hanging in eternity. Maybe it was just his imagination, but one thing is clear that it wasn't like this. It was once filled with happiness and laughter. Everyday was coloured by love. A sanctuary. That was, before Hijiri left him.
Tsuzuki flopped at the white couch, picked a small photo frame on a small table. A young boy with black hair gazing back at him with beautifull smile at his face.
" Hijiri..." Tsuzuki whispered, traced the boy's face with his finger. "Today there's a new boy in my class. I wasn't realize it, but Tatsumi is right. He looked so much like you. He has the same bright emerald eyes and the same slender figure. I once taught that maybe God has sent you back to me in him. But I knew you don't. You can't coming back anymore.." The boy in the picture not answering, still with unmoved smile at his lip. "...But don't worry," Tsuzuki smiled," For me there always be one Hijiri. No one can replaces you in my heart. My heart is yours and always be yours...my beloved brother...." Tsuzuki leeaned to the couch, felt tiredness soon capturing him. He closed his eyes, let his mind wandering, searching into a deep buried memory. A beautifull park with a wooden bench under sakura tree. The petal swirling around with the wind, danced. Sun shone brightly, made rainbow colour as it reflected into a small pool. A young boy tiptoed from the bushes, moved closer.
".....Onii-chan?"
Someone is called....Who? Geez, I feel so sleepy... Tsuzuki yawned, opened his eyes. A small boy staring at him with sparkled emerald eyes. "Oni-chan, are you asleep?"
Tsuzuki stretched, looked slightly annoyed." Hijiri-chan, the wind is so warm and I feel so sleepy. Can't I sleep for a moment, pleaseee?
Hijiri laughed, beautifull tone flied to the air. " Sure," he said," but this is almost dark. You said that you wnt to help me do my homework , didn't you?"
" I change my mind," Tsuzuki grinned," Sleep will be a better idea." Hijiri pouted. " BUT, Oni-chan, You DID promise!!" " Yeah, yeah," Tsuzuki waved his hand, giving a sign of surrender. " Ok, I'll help you. I don't understand why you always had difficulty at mathematic. You have to master that if you want to be...what...?"
"..... Teacher!" Hijiri finished to him. " Yes, teacher. I forgot. Why you want to be a teacher so badly? I tought it's not a promising job."
Hijiri laughed again., reached for Tsuzuki's hand, and hauled him out of the bench. " I'm not telling you," he winked," It's my secret."
" Secret?" Tsuzuki circled his arm at the smaller's boy shoulder. "Since when you keep secret from your oni-chan?"
The boy ducked his head, running away before turned back to stick out his tongue. " Oniii-channn!!!" he yelled." I said that I'm not going to tell you! It's my secret." " Aw~" Tsuzuki made a face, looked slightly hurt," Go tell your oni-chan or..."
" Or what?" Hijiri not moved from his place. Clear emerald eyes shot with question. His pink lip curling up a smile. Tsuzuki took a deep breath, pretended to be angry as he stepped closer and put one hand at the boy's shoulder."...or I'll kiss you." Hijiri stunned for a moment, before leaned back at Tsuzuki. Head buried deep at his chest. Pair of hesitating arms moved to circled the man's waist .
"...Yes, oni-chan," he whispered low." You can kiss me anytime you want. I love you." Tsuzuki smiled, stroking the boy's soft hair gently. He planted a light kiss at Hijiri's forehead. " I knew it," he said," I love you too..."
" ...Forever..."
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NOTE : before everyone scold me I told you that Tsuzuki and Hijiri is not a real brother. ( They are adopted)
Thanks all for the reviews I like it so much. Don't know that you like my fics :D . Forgive me for the slow posting. I have so much things to do recently. And I also looking for a good doujinshi sites. If you find one tell me please? I don't understand not translated doujinshi *sigh*
For panatlantic, I make Watari as a headmaster since I tought he will be mixed. Kanoe is just too old and typical ( like my was bored headmaster :D)
Disclaimer: Tsuzuki and Hisoka is not mine, they belong to Yoko Matsuhita.
Warning: mild shonen ai , Brother Complex !!
THE TEACHER I'VE KNOWN Chapter two : Life In the School
When Hisoka back at his room that afternoon, his roommate has back too. A thin tall boy with brown curly hair. A large glasses hanging at his nose. "My name in Oshi," he introduced himself, holding a thick dusty encyclopedy at his hand. " I'm at second grade this year." Hisoka shook his hand gratefully. " I'm Hisoka. I'm still new here." " Yeah, I know," Oshi smiled, adjusting his glasses." Wakaba-sensei has told me all about you. She said that you're going to make as a nice roommate." The blonde boy laughed softly, warm flushed at his pale cheek. " Thanks. Wakaba-sensei praised me too much." Oshi shook his head. " No, I think you are a nice boy too. Oh, yeah, I forget to tell you." He walked into one of the drawer. " It's yours," Oshi pointed," And that's your bed. I think you've known it already." Hisoka nodded. " My things aren't much tough." " Really ?? Wow, That's odd! I need a large-large drawer to contain all of my books." Oshi sighed. " I think I have to buy a new one by myself. This one is not enough." Hisoka agreed. He could see various books, large or small, being stuffed carelessly at the drawer. Some placed above it since no room was left. "...Well...," Oshi shrugged," Why don't you go around the school? It's very big. I got lost few times when I first entered this school." Hisoka laughed. " I know. I was lost this morning. Thanks for the suggestion. I think I'll take a walk for a while."
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" Tsuzuki-san?" Tsuzuki didn't need to turn around to see who's approaching him. Only one person in this school who called him without the formal sensei attribute. He stopped, waiting for the other to catch on his step. " Are you going to go home?" " No," Tsuzuki replied. " I still has some class after this. Why are you bothering to ask?" Tatsumi adjusted his glasses, handed over a stack of papers at Tsuzuki. " Take this," he ordered," This is your math paper exam. I don't know why I found this at my desk. I tought you forgot to put it there." Tsuzuki frowned, taking the papers from Tatsumi. " I never false at recognizing my own desk. Maybe you are the one who take it." " Oh, my God, Tsuzuki ! Why I bothering to take it from you?? Math's paper test won't be any used for me! I am a History teacher!!" Tsuzuki waved his hand irritably. He is going to late for the class if this useless conversation still going on. And the most important was that he in a foul mood today. His mood changed as often as the cloud blew by the wind. Tatsumi shrugged, already getting used by his friend's easy changed attitude. Tsuzuki could be so gentle and warm at one time but very annoyed at other time. It's useless to speak to him now. " Yeah, yeah I knew you want to get rid of me soon. I has a class too after this. But I want to talk something important. I saw your new student this morning." " You did?" Tsuzuki asked, not paying interest at the topic." Something is wrong?" " Tsuzuki!!" Tatsumi yelled, began to feel irritated ." Don't pretend that you didn't notice. He look so much like him!!" " No, HE don't!!!" Tsuzuki snapped, eyes shot with anger. " Stop speaks something nonsense!! No one can imitated him!! Do you understand?? Now leave me alone!!" With that Tsuzuki turned, half running to the class. Tatsumi folded his arm, watched his friend's back with sad expression. Tsuzuki..., He tought, You haven't forgotten him, Did you? When will you let your heart be freed from the agony? He is dead. No one can changed that.
******
Hisoka walked through the corridor,felt the warm breeze caressed his face. The fragrance of sweet flowers filled the air, carried by the summer's wind from opened window. The sun shone brightly, casted a dim glow through the boy's small body. This school is nice Hisoka taught. All of the building is painted white. Big windows in every inch of the wall. The only thing annoyed was a very long corridor that connected every classes. Needed approximately half an hour to crossed from the edge to edge. Tiny bonsai being placed neatly on a drawer, accompanied by a pot of thorny cactuar and full bloomed hydrangea. I've been passing a lot of flower and plants when I'm walking through this corridor. Wonder if our headmaster likes it a lot? Hisoka imagined a man with long blonde hair, a frame of glasses at his nose, wore a white lab coat instead of black suit, and a bonquet of red rose at his arms. Yes, It's looked mix The boy smiled to himself Watari looked so much like my flower's arrangement teacher before, except that she's a woman...
---BUMP---
Something hard crushed the boy, sent him reiled few steps backward.
" Hey!! Watch where are you going !!!"
Hisoka blinked, trying to get away from the dizziness. A stack of papers flied at the air and fell to the floor with gracious movement, scaterred. " Oh, please forgive me," he apologized, lifted his head to see the person he bumped into. It was the boy who sat behind him at the class. " Ku...Kuwabara?" Kuwabara looked at him with the same startled expression. However, it was soon faded, replaced by a silly mocking grin. " Oh, it's you," he replied coldly, crossed his arms at his chest. " Apologize won't solve the problem. That's all my assignment task. It's very important, y'know? Do you know what important means ? And you made it fell to the floor." " I'm so sorry," Hisoka replied," I was lost in tought. I didn't see you in front of me." He bending down at his knees, began picked up the papers. " I'll gather it for you." Kuwabara lifted his eyebrow, amused by the boy's reaction. Never knew that this boy was so dumb. He's the one who bumped at him realiezed that the other boy was lost in tought. It sure will be amusing. Not everyday you could see a small little angel walked lonely in the corridor. " Sure," Kuwabara said, maintained an angered tone at his voice." Make sure all is in appropiate order. I don't the pages in reverse to each other." The boy nodded, too absorbed with his job. He didn't notice as Kuwabara gestured his friend who stood in front of the class, busy chatting with the others.
This is the last one Hisoka tought, satisfied with himself. He stood up to hand over he papers to kuwabara, when he noticed the other boy. A tall boy thin glasses, silver hair framed his beautifull pale face. His eye, was a shade of gray. The other eye was hidden behind the layer of his hair. Hisoka could tell that this boy was gorgeous, but something in him made him not comfortable. He felt that he melted slowly under the piercing gaze.
Muraki smiled as he stared at the small boy in front of him. Admiring at how the innocent emerald eyes looked at him fulled with question. The pale hand lifted, as he brushed away few strands of hair from his angelic face. The soft petal lip slightly parted, inviting. Muraki wondered how would it feel when he crushed it with his own. Kuwabara has told him before that a beautifull boy has moved to his class before. A boy who's so perfect to get bulied. They haven't found an amusing target since the last one moved from the school, couldn't bare the terror he had to face everyday. It was the best way. No one dare to report or messed around with Muraki.
" Hey, boy, what's your name?" Muraki offered his hand. The boy glanced at it hesistantly before giving his hand. " Hisoka," he said slowly, still held Kuwabara's papers at his other hand. " I am Muraki," Muraki replied," I am one grade older than you so you have to call me senpai." " Y-yes senpai-" The boy winced, as Muraki gripped his hand harder. He tried to pulling away, but another hand circled his waist, holding him at place. " Don't worry," Muraki chuckled," I just want to give you a present for our first memorable meeting." He leaned down, capturing the boy's soft virgin lip into his own. The boy jerked, trying to squirmed away, mumbled some words of protest. Loud laugh echoed at the corrridor, accompanied by clapping hands.
" Murakiii!!! You found a new toy, don't you???" " Muraki!!," Another one yelled," Go fucked him!! Ohhh, man he looked delicious." Laugh bursting again. " Give him to me after you finish, won't youu?"
Muraki pulled away from the kiss, still holding the now trembled body. The boy flushed, trying to catch up his breath. Tears formed at his wide emerald eyes. " Let me go!!" he cried, placed his arms at Muraki's chest, shoving it backward. This time Muraki allowed him, as he loosened his grip. The boy took the chance to escape, stumbled few steps backward. He turned, running away from the corridor as fast as his tiny leg could. Muraki laughed, wiping away his mouth with his palm. " He tasted so sweet," he said, turned at Kuwabara who watched him with a smirk. " And very beautifull too. This will be far more amusing than I ever imagined. Finally I can find a fun from my usual boring day...."
******
Tsuzuki slammed the door to his apartment open. Inside was very dark, except the dim moon light that entered from the window, reflected into white glassy floor. The dark haired man sighed, moved to the switch to turn on the lamp. Soon the brightness swept over the room, almost blinding, revealed well furnished furnitures. All of it were very expensive, made by wellknown designers. It was not a big problem for Tsuzuki. He had lot, lot of money to spend, eventough not many knew. Who would think that a person who wanted to work so hard as a low salary teacher actually is a milliouner? But Tsuzuki never liked his luxury apartment. Behind of all the brightness he felt so lonely.With no one to speak with, no one who could hear his story after a long time work. It's all so empty. Like the apartment was not connected to the outside world, like it was just a separate space, hanging in eternity. Maybe it was just his imagination, but one thing is clear that it wasn't like this. It was once filled with happiness and laughter. Everyday was coloured by love. A sanctuary. That was, before Hijiri left him.
Tsuzuki flopped at the white couch, picked a small photo frame on a small table. A young boy with black hair gazing back at him with beautifull smile at his face.
" Hijiri..." Tsuzuki whispered, traced the boy's face with his finger. "Today there's a new boy in my class. I wasn't realize it, but Tatsumi is right. He looked so much like you. He has the same bright emerald eyes and the same slender figure. I once taught that maybe God has sent you back to me in him. But I knew you don't. You can't coming back anymore.." The boy in the picture not answering, still with unmoved smile at his lip. "...But don't worry," Tsuzuki smiled," For me there always be one Hijiri. No one can replaces you in my heart. My heart is yours and always be yours...my beloved brother...." Tsuzuki leeaned to the couch, felt tiredness soon capturing him. He closed his eyes, let his mind wandering, searching into a deep buried memory. A beautifull park with a wooden bench under sakura tree. The petal swirling around with the wind, danced. Sun shone brightly, made rainbow colour as it reflected into a small pool. A young boy tiptoed from the bushes, moved closer.
".....Onii-chan?"
Someone is called....Who? Geez, I feel so sleepy... Tsuzuki yawned, opened his eyes. A small boy staring at him with sparkled emerald eyes. "Oni-chan, are you asleep?"
Tsuzuki stretched, looked slightly annoyed." Hijiri-chan, the wind is so warm and I feel so sleepy. Can't I sleep for a moment, pleaseee?
Hijiri laughed, beautifull tone flied to the air. " Sure," he said," but this is almost dark. You said that you wnt to help me do my homework , didn't you?"
" I change my mind," Tsuzuki grinned," Sleep will be a better idea." Hijiri pouted. " BUT, Oni-chan, You DID promise!!" " Yeah, yeah," Tsuzuki waved his hand, giving a sign of surrender. " Ok, I'll help you. I don't understand why you always had difficulty at mathematic. You have to master that if you want to be...what...?"
"..... Teacher!" Hijiri finished to him. " Yes, teacher. I forgot. Why you want to be a teacher so badly? I tought it's not a promising job."
Hijiri laughed again., reached for Tsuzuki's hand, and hauled him out of the bench. " I'm not telling you," he winked," It's my secret."
" Secret?" Tsuzuki circled his arm at the smaller's boy shoulder. "Since when you keep secret from your oni-chan?"
The boy ducked his head, running away before turned back to stick out his tongue. " Oniii-channn!!!" he yelled." I said that I'm not going to tell you! It's my secret." " Aw~" Tsuzuki made a face, looked slightly hurt," Go tell your oni-chan or..."
" Or what?" Hijiri not moved from his place. Clear emerald eyes shot with question. His pink lip curling up a smile. Tsuzuki took a deep breath, pretended to be angry as he stepped closer and put one hand at the boy's shoulder."...or I'll kiss you." Hijiri stunned for a moment, before leaned back at Tsuzuki. Head buried deep at his chest. Pair of hesitating arms moved to circled the man's waist .
"...Yes, oni-chan," he whispered low." You can kiss me anytime you want. I love you." Tsuzuki smiled, stroking the boy's soft hair gently. He planted a light kiss at Hijiri's forehead. " I knew it," he said," I love you too..."
" ...Forever..."
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NOTE : before everyone scold me I told you that Tsuzuki and Hijiri is not a real brother. ( They are adopted)
Thanks all for the reviews I like it so much. Don't know that you like my fics :D . Forgive me for the slow posting. I have so much things to do recently. And I also looking for a good doujinshi sites. If you find one tell me please? I don't understand not translated doujinshi *sigh*
For panatlantic, I make Watari as a headmaster since I tought he will be mixed. Kanoe is just too old and typical ( like my was bored headmaster :D)
