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:: chapter 5 ::
"Konichiwa, Mr. Maruimoto!" Chihiro greeted her teacher cheerily early on Monday morning.
Beside her, one arm on her shoulder was Hashi. He also cracked a friendly grin to Mr. Maruimoto. "Ohayo, Mr. M."
Mr. Maruimoto was unhappy. Very unhappy. Here they were, at Koramoto High, 7 am, Monday, and these students were smiling. Smiling! He grunted at the happy greetings and glared daggers at the backs of his happy students.
Chihiro and Hashi could care less. Chihiro practically broke her seat, the way she charged into it with energy. "Konichiwa, Miki, Aiko! Today's a great day, isn't it?"
Miki glared up from her history book. "Good day? We have a history test that's worth HALF of our grade and you can say it's a good day?"
Aiko said nothing, being too engrossed in her history book, her lips silently wording the birth and death of every semi-important man, woman, and child in the history of the Earth.
Hashi waved his hand casually. "Oh, Chihiro and I have nothing to worry about. We quizzed each other all of Saturday, and Sunday morning too. Even I can ace this thing."
Miki paused from her studying. "Sunday morning?"
Chihiro nodded. "Hai."
"But you usually sleep late on Sundays!"
Hashi shrugged. "We were studying late, so Chihiro slept over."
"She slept with you?" Miki broke into uncontrollable giggles, and had to stuff her sleeve into her mouth in order for Mr. Maruimoto not to hear.
Chihiro sweatdropped. "Not in the same BED, baka hentai!"
Suddenly, Mr. Maruimoto stood up and bellowed the words he was so infamous for. "We shall start this morning with our history exam . . . which, may I add, is half of your total grade?"
This time, Chihiro didn't just notice a small smirk on his lips. He actually broke out into an evil smile.
"However, we have a new student. Let us welcome him."
Miki reached over the aisle and nudged Chihiro. "Let's just hope this one's not good looking, or Hashi might have some competition."
Chihiro's response was a savage pinch and an "innocent" smile.
The door of the room opened, and in walked a boy who looked just like Hashi.
Chihiro sweatdropped. What was it with this class and Haku look- alikes?
"Class, this is Haku Kobayashi."
Chihiro sweatdropped once more. This one even had the same name as Haku.
Haku Kobayashi grinned in a way that was an immaculate duplicate of Hashi's grin. "Konichiwa. Haku. Lived in the sp . . . Spain for a foreign exchange program, then moved here."
Mr. Maruimoto felt like chucking this new student, along with Hashi, out the window. Both of these kids were too arrogant, independent - and unfearful - for their own good. "Go sit down. Now."
Haku didn't move.
Ah, a good opportunity! "Mr. Kobayashi, do you dare not listen to me? This is your first day, young man, and you've gotten off on the wrong foot! I have half a mind to . . ."
"Whoa, chill out, M!" Haku waved his hand to the class. "You didn't even tell me where to sit, old guy."
Laughter erupted around the room, and Mr. Maruimoto turned a crimson shade. "Next . . . to . . . Chihiro . . . Ogino . . . NOW!"
Chihiro raised her hand, and Haku looked at her. He smiled . . . and walked down the aisle.
"Good going, Haku!" she said as he passed her.
He looked into her eyes, and smiled. "Arigato!"
Chihiro exhaled. She didn't even notice that she had been holding her breath in. Yeah, what did she think he was going to say, "Hi Chihiro I'm from the spirit world"?
Mr. Maruimoto started handing out the test. Chihiro could feel herself tensing up. She had studied hard with Hashi, but this was still nothing to be taken lightly.
Even though she sat in the second to last seat (right before Hashi), she was handed a heavy stack of papers from the person sitting in front of her. Horrified, she realized that each test was 27 pages of question/answers, essay questions, but no multiple choices - in size 8 font.
She picked up her pen and started on the first question. "What was the birthdate of the sister of the tailor of the messenger of the favorite cook of the Shinsengumi's captain of the first squad?"
Chihiro sweatdropped. Racking her brain . . . Shinsengumi captain . . . Was it Hajime Saito? Wait, no, that's not it. Gah! Who was . . .
A light, folded up piece of paper glided onto her test. She raised her eyebrow in puzzlement. A note? From who?
Her fingers unfolded the paper, and she gasped at what it said.
"Konichiwa, Chihiro! Have you forgotten me? I promised I would come back, and here I am! Hai, me, right here! I had to take time to find you, and then had to give myself an identity, not to mention Yubaba not wanting me to leave. But here I am now, in the flesh. - Haku"
Chihiro snapped her head back up and stared at the boy wearing the blue blazer next to her. As if reading her actions, he turned his head up from his book and gave her a smile. She noticed that he was wearing old fashioned clothing, the same kind that Hakku used to wear.
So Haku was Haku.
He smiled at her, and softly whispered, "Hai, it is me."
"Miss Ogino!" Mr. Maruimoto boomed. "Stop looking around! Keep your eyes to your own paper before you . . ."
That was all Chihiro heard before she blacked out.
:: chapter 5 ::
"Konichiwa, Mr. Maruimoto!" Chihiro greeted her teacher cheerily early on Monday morning.
Beside her, one arm on her shoulder was Hashi. He also cracked a friendly grin to Mr. Maruimoto. "Ohayo, Mr. M."
Mr. Maruimoto was unhappy. Very unhappy. Here they were, at Koramoto High, 7 am, Monday, and these students were smiling. Smiling! He grunted at the happy greetings and glared daggers at the backs of his happy students.
Chihiro and Hashi could care less. Chihiro practically broke her seat, the way she charged into it with energy. "Konichiwa, Miki, Aiko! Today's a great day, isn't it?"
Miki glared up from her history book. "Good day? We have a history test that's worth HALF of our grade and you can say it's a good day?"
Aiko said nothing, being too engrossed in her history book, her lips silently wording the birth and death of every semi-important man, woman, and child in the history of the Earth.
Hashi waved his hand casually. "Oh, Chihiro and I have nothing to worry about. We quizzed each other all of Saturday, and Sunday morning too. Even I can ace this thing."
Miki paused from her studying. "Sunday morning?"
Chihiro nodded. "Hai."
"But you usually sleep late on Sundays!"
Hashi shrugged. "We were studying late, so Chihiro slept over."
"She slept with you?" Miki broke into uncontrollable giggles, and had to stuff her sleeve into her mouth in order for Mr. Maruimoto not to hear.
Chihiro sweatdropped. "Not in the same BED, baka hentai!"
Suddenly, Mr. Maruimoto stood up and bellowed the words he was so infamous for. "We shall start this morning with our history exam . . . which, may I add, is half of your total grade?"
This time, Chihiro didn't just notice a small smirk on his lips. He actually broke out into an evil smile.
"However, we have a new student. Let us welcome him."
Miki reached over the aisle and nudged Chihiro. "Let's just hope this one's not good looking, or Hashi might have some competition."
Chihiro's response was a savage pinch and an "innocent" smile.
The door of the room opened, and in walked a boy who looked just like Hashi.
Chihiro sweatdropped. What was it with this class and Haku look- alikes?
"Class, this is Haku Kobayashi."
Chihiro sweatdropped once more. This one even had the same name as Haku.
Haku Kobayashi grinned in a way that was an immaculate duplicate of Hashi's grin. "Konichiwa. Haku. Lived in the sp . . . Spain for a foreign exchange program, then moved here."
Mr. Maruimoto felt like chucking this new student, along with Hashi, out the window. Both of these kids were too arrogant, independent - and unfearful - for their own good. "Go sit down. Now."
Haku didn't move.
Ah, a good opportunity! "Mr. Kobayashi, do you dare not listen to me? This is your first day, young man, and you've gotten off on the wrong foot! I have half a mind to . . ."
"Whoa, chill out, M!" Haku waved his hand to the class. "You didn't even tell me where to sit, old guy."
Laughter erupted around the room, and Mr. Maruimoto turned a crimson shade. "Next . . . to . . . Chihiro . . . Ogino . . . NOW!"
Chihiro raised her hand, and Haku looked at her. He smiled . . . and walked down the aisle.
"Good going, Haku!" she said as he passed her.
He looked into her eyes, and smiled. "Arigato!"
Chihiro exhaled. She didn't even notice that she had been holding her breath in. Yeah, what did she think he was going to say, "Hi Chihiro I'm from the spirit world"?
Mr. Maruimoto started handing out the test. Chihiro could feel herself tensing up. She had studied hard with Hashi, but this was still nothing to be taken lightly.
Even though she sat in the second to last seat (right before Hashi), she was handed a heavy stack of papers from the person sitting in front of her. Horrified, she realized that each test was 27 pages of question/answers, essay questions, but no multiple choices - in size 8 font.
She picked up her pen and started on the first question. "What was the birthdate of the sister of the tailor of the messenger of the favorite cook of the Shinsengumi's captain of the first squad?"
Chihiro sweatdropped. Racking her brain . . . Shinsengumi captain . . . Was it Hajime Saito? Wait, no, that's not it. Gah! Who was . . .
A light, folded up piece of paper glided onto her test. She raised her eyebrow in puzzlement. A note? From who?
Her fingers unfolded the paper, and she gasped at what it said.
"Konichiwa, Chihiro! Have you forgotten me? I promised I would come back, and here I am! Hai, me, right here! I had to take time to find you, and then had to give myself an identity, not to mention Yubaba not wanting me to leave. But here I am now, in the flesh. - Haku"
Chihiro snapped her head back up and stared at the boy wearing the blue blazer next to her. As if reading her actions, he turned his head up from his book and gave her a smile. She noticed that he was wearing old fashioned clothing, the same kind that Hakku used to wear.
So Haku was Haku.
He smiled at her, and softly whispered, "Hai, it is me."
"Miss Ogino!" Mr. Maruimoto boomed. "Stop looking around! Keep your eyes to your own paper before you . . ."
That was all Chihiro heard before she blacked out.