w00t! Chapter Sextus is up, mein freunds! Thanks for the reviews, I
shall cherish them forever. *prints them out and hoards them under
her computer table*
I just realized my penchant for strange time shifts. I seem to enjoy leaping around in no particular chronological order, and it is confusing my dear English teacher greatly. So I shall make an effort this chapter to arrange my sequence of events in a more or less comprehensible succession.
CHAPTER SIX - - - - - - - - -
'I hate Wednesdays. I really do. It's splat in the middle of the week, a little, floating island of a day. You would think that a high school junior such as myself would hate Mondays the most, 'cause they mark the beginning of another five-day period of hell. But at least Mondays have meaning, you know? They're actually worth something.
'But enough of that. And, yes, today is Wednesday.
'Yesterday was the first tryout, and the first cut is gonna be posted at lunch. I know because Tala told us. He's probably going to paste a copy on the door of the male change room, and another on the Athletics Board near the gym.
'Whatever's written on that sheet really doesn't concern me, seeing as I've already secured a spot for myself as right midfielder, but I figure it might be a good idea to check who might be playing with us this coming season. I didn't stick around for the last half of the tryout, but I heard from Ivan that there was this one guy who showed everybody up. I wonder if that's in comparison to the returning players or the n00bs...'
"Rei!" A cheerful voice interrupted the Chinese boy's thoughts. Blonde hair and blue eyes slowly bounced into view as their owner attempted to pinpoint the older teen's position from further down the hall, leaping into the air occasionally to see over the heads of the people that separated the two friends. Finally, the tanned face of Max Mizuhara could be seen a few metres away, bearing a smile large enough to crack the cheeks of any human not currently on a sugar high.
"Is-it-up?!" The words were little more than a short, high drone, saccharine-induced energy leaving Max's sentence a garbled blur of random sounds. So, he repeated them again, this time at a more acceptable pace.
"The first cut. Is it up?!"
Rei grinned, fang-like teeth flashing in the synthetic glare of fluorescent tube lighting. Both Takao and Max had tried out for the soccer team last year, but had been forced out of the running by the older, more experienced players. Max had planned to attend yesterday's elimination round, but the recent influx of new gaming equipment had left his father's rather popular store swamped with customers, and the blonde had been unable to find the time to go in the end.
But Max, being Max, had shrugged it off, saying that there was always next year. Takao had likewise missed yesterday's session, but Mr. Yagami had recognized his skill at shooting, and the midnight-blue haired boy had consequently been permitted to be at Friday's tryouts.
"Not yet, Max, but soon. Why?"
The blonde's erratic breathing and darting eyes slowed to a more human rate. "Oh. Just curious."
Quite used to what he and Kyoujyu had long-ago dubbed 'Max-Logic', Rei shrugged. "Cool. Hey, where's Takao? Aren't you two joined at the hip? Or did you finally get that operation?"
"I fear the only operation those two need is one involving lobotomy. However, judging from the lack of stitches upon the subjects' foreheads, I must assume that there was no such surgery performed and Takao is merely delayed. As usual."
A short, ginger-haired boy had popped out of seemingly nowhere, though he had probably just walked up. His four-foot-eight frame lent itself to such creative purposes as allowing Kyoujyu to render himself completely invisible when he wasn't speaking in his patented 'intelligent-and-therefore-incomprehensible-to-most' speech, a fact that Kyoujyu himself was not particularly pleased with.
In fact, his quest for a growth spurt was rivaled only by the similar search for tallness being conducted by Ivan.
"Yeah, I guess..." was the comment that followed the bespectacled sophomore's statement. Max was still at a loss at what had just been said, and so did not contribute anything else to the conversation.
The silence, though it would have been awkward had it occurred between any other group, was familiar to the trio, soon to be quartet, and was broken only by the arrival of the fourth friend.
"TAKAO!!!" Max was active once more, calling and waving enthusiastically to his boyfriend, who immediately hurried over to plant an ardent kiss on the blonde's cheek. Then, the pony-tailed bluenette turned to the rest of the small assembly.
"Hey, guys!"
Rei glanced at his watch, and affected a shocked air. "My God, Kinomiya! You're a full three minutes early for homeroom!" Looking back up, mischief dancing in his golden eyes, the rather feline boy faked a swoon. "Quick! Check the sky! Is it red?"
Scowling playfully, Takao reached over to swat at the older teenager's bound hair that was currently swaying with Rei's overdramatic motions. "Aw, come off it. I'm not late all the time."
"As strange and anomalous as it would sound, Takao is in point of fact correct. It would be impossible for one to be tardy for everything. However, I cannot feel that should this incident be repeated, Armageddon will indeed occur."
"...Right. I gotta get to homeroom, and you guys should get going, too. Yagami's nice, but I've been late too many times this month. See ya, Max, Takao, Kyoujyu..." Rei Kon's slender form was swept into the seething mass of flesh that was Bakuten High's student population, and he was gone.
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Little snippets of voices and words were torn from Room 101. Small bits of the conversation happening within said chamber escaped, only to be mangled and distorted by the loud exchanges taking place just outside the slightly open wooden door.
"...don't wish...play..."
"...give...chance...fun."
"Fun? ...Hardly."
One voice, the happier, less monotonous one, Rei immediately recognized as Mr. Yagami's. The tone, however, was an unfamiliar one, one tinged with desperation and pleading, as if the brunette was attempting quite unsuccessfully to convince another of a particular point of view, and knew how pointless his argument was.
The other pitch was a foreign one; low, deep and calm, as the ocean before a storm. Its tone revealed nothing, but a hint of contempt and exasperation could be heard beneath the arrogant drawl.
Rei considered standing outside the room to eavesdrop, but discarded the idea on two grounds. One, it would be almost impossible to hear anything above the racket his classmates were making in the halls as they slowly dispersed on their way to class. And, two, Room 101 was his homeroom as well. They really couldn't kick him out, could they?
So the raven-haired boy slid slowly into the room, careful not to disturb the conversation. As he neared the speakers, their voices became clearer, although it was obvious that their little chat was coming to a close.
"Well, just come out on Friday, okay, Kai?" Mr. Yagami's voice was definitely taking on a beseeching tone.
The second speaker (Kai?) didn't respond. Curiousity overpowering his reflexive wariness, Rei pushed the door open the rest of the way and strode through the entrance. His initial plan had been to perform a quick survey of the room to satisfy his inquisitive mind, then sit down and await first period.
That plan flew out the window the minute golden eyes locked onto the lithe, lean body of one Kai Hiwatari (though Rei didn't know that that was his name).
Narrowed crimson eyes were focused on the form of Mr. Yagami, fixing the unfortunate teacher with a glare to rival that of a striking cobra. Mr. Yagami, for his part, seemed oblivious to the death glower, although that could have been because his back was turned to the desk at the far corner of the room, where the silver and azure haired youth sat.
Rei, meanwhile, couldn't tear his own eyes from the personification of pure sexiness that was Kai Hiwatari, and was uncomfortably aware of a rising heat in his cheeks (and boxers). If instinct served well, this was the 'new guy' that had arrived yesterday, and the one Takao had called out to in the cafeteria. And, as Kyoujyu would have put it, "As strange and anomalous as it would sound, Takao is in point of fact correct."
The tall, elegant figure currently writing in a black notebook was definitely hot.
Flawless, ivory skin offset by two entirely different shades of hair, which were in turn contrasted by brilliant scarlet orbs that shone with a strange, burning fire. Two streaks of blue swept across each cheek, accentuating the regal cheekbones and elegant nose. He wore a black t-shirt despite the chilly March weather, and a white scarf despite the fact that he was indoors. Rei couldn't see what the teen was wearing in the way of pants, as Kai was seated, but it probably wouldn't help the problem he was currently having forcing the blood away from his face.
Homeroom passed by in a hazy sort of stupor for the Chinese boy, as he tried alternately ignoring the bluenette at the desk behind him and fighting the urge to turn around and stare for a good, long time. It was therefore a godsend when Mr. Yagami finally dismissed those assembled and sent them off to first period.
Rei, however, was busy contemplating something that had just occurred to him while his teacher had been reading out the announcements of the day: Hardly anybody had known of Kai Hiwatari until a full eight hours after he had first arrived at Bakuten High. And if there was one thing the cheerleaders (his childhood friend Mao and her girlfriend Emily included, though they insisted they weren't an item so they could continue with their people- watching), it was pinpointing potential 'hotties' and stalking and/or gossiping about them.
But if the cheering squad had found out about the bluenette, they were being unusually secretive about it. So Rei was left with no option but to believe that they didn't know about Kai, and that in itself was difficult to accept. Over her three years at Bakuten, Mao had sharpened her 'cute-guy-and-or-girl' tracking devices to near flawlessness. And Emily was just as bad (or, if you look at it another way, good).
That meant that Kai was exceptionally proficient at avoiding people and their attention. Or he was a mutant escaped from the Xavier Institute with the power to disappear at will. The former seemed much more plausible.
Yet another Kai-generated mystery to add to the list that now included 'what-Mr-Yagami-and-Kai-were-talking-about' and 'where-the- hell-the-guy-came-from-and-how-he-avoided-the-crowds'.
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Ah. Lunch. The time of day in which friends met up with friends, pranks were played, tensions were lessened, tests were crammed for and food was generally eaten.
Of course, seeing as Kai had no friends, despised childish antics, was used to being tense and/or stressed, didn't cram for tests and didn't trust cafeteria food, he found the entire forty-minute block pointless. The bluenette considered going outside again, but decided against it. The sun was shining, the air was warming, and several other people had had that thought first and had already acted on it.
Kai hated crowds. So he contented himself with wandering the halls of Bakuten High. And it was on this little roam that he spied the huge number of people clustered around a large bulletin board. Actually, it wasn't apparent that that was what the object hanging on the wall was, but Kai supposed that the words 'Athletics Board' were a not-so-subtle clue.
The youth was about to turn around and head back in the general direction he had come from when he remembered something Mr. Yagami had been trying to tell him this morning. 'The first cut will be on the Athletics Board near the gym. At least go and check if you made it...'
Well, why the hell not.
Sidling over to the huddled, excited gabble, sharp crimson irises scanned the one-page printout of fifteen names from over the heads of most of the mob. But human eyesight only works so well, and Kai was unable to make out any of the individual letters or words. Planning to leave and come back later, when the crowd had thinned, Kai took a step back so as to depart. His escape was halted, however, by his slamming into a pink-haired girl, who looked to be about his age. "Oh my Gosh, I am so sor—"
The apology trailed off as the golden-eyed female stared up at Kai, her mouth in a position akin to a goldfish's. Kai twitched involuntarily. Was there something on his face?
Almost before the thought was finished, a second girl ran up. Her round glasses bounced up and down on her up-turned nose in a way similar to the short, orangey hair bouncing up and down on her shoulders. "Mao! There you are, come on, let's get out of here before we get crus—"
Her sentence was cut off, too, and the new girl began to stare at Kai in a manner identical to this 'Mao'.
What was with these people? Making to slide past the two teenagers, Kai was shocked, to say the least, when the pink-haired wench had the nerve to smile flirtatiously at him. And though this look was more familiar than the initial 'staring-with-wide-eyes' ones the duo had adopted earlier, it was nonetheless unwelcome.
They were flirting. With him. That was when Kai remembered a little something called 'hormones'. He himself had an iron grip on his own, but it was painfully obvious that that was not the case for the vast majority of students at Bakuten High.
The gold-eyed girl, Mao, took on a coy, playful expression. Twirling a few strands of long pink hair on a perfectly manicured finger, she batted her eyelashes and slid up to Kai's chest, taking care to brush against his arm. "I am so sorry," she purred, "I don't know how I missed seeing you. I'm Mao."
Here, she paused, as if awaiting Kai's introduction. None came. Instead, the bluenette extricated himself and began to edge away. Emily, being the slightly blunter, took the opportunity to place herself on the side of the teenager that Mao wasn't on. "I'm Emily." She offered a hand to shake. It too was ignored.
Kai sighed. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He hated the attention he was receiving, and all he really wanted to do was make sure his name wasn't on the list the team captain Tala had put up and prove to Mr. Yagami that he wasn't needed on a (he shuddered to think of the word) team. Spying a tiny gap in the thick wall of people in front of him, Kai seized his chance and, nodding curtly to the two girls, slipped through.
Mao and Emily blinked once, twice, before exchanging glances. There was something intriguing about this boy, and not only because of his obvious sex appeal.
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To be Continued
And that is what you call a filler chapter, in which precious disk space is taken up linking events together in a tedious, boring but mandatory fashion. *sighs*
Anyway, Chapter Seven will skip Thursday because nothing happens and move on to Friday. The story may be appearing to move slowly, but believe me, it works out better this way. I have this tendency to rush and therefore mess up details or miss important steps, so I'm making a conscious effort here to keep the readers from blinking in surprise and running away.
I just realized my penchant for strange time shifts. I seem to enjoy leaping around in no particular chronological order, and it is confusing my dear English teacher greatly. So I shall make an effort this chapter to arrange my sequence of events in a more or less comprehensible succession.
CHAPTER SIX - - - - - - - - -
'I hate Wednesdays. I really do. It's splat in the middle of the week, a little, floating island of a day. You would think that a high school junior such as myself would hate Mondays the most, 'cause they mark the beginning of another five-day period of hell. But at least Mondays have meaning, you know? They're actually worth something.
'But enough of that. And, yes, today is Wednesday.
'Yesterday was the first tryout, and the first cut is gonna be posted at lunch. I know because Tala told us. He's probably going to paste a copy on the door of the male change room, and another on the Athletics Board near the gym.
'Whatever's written on that sheet really doesn't concern me, seeing as I've already secured a spot for myself as right midfielder, but I figure it might be a good idea to check who might be playing with us this coming season. I didn't stick around for the last half of the tryout, but I heard from Ivan that there was this one guy who showed everybody up. I wonder if that's in comparison to the returning players or the n00bs...'
"Rei!" A cheerful voice interrupted the Chinese boy's thoughts. Blonde hair and blue eyes slowly bounced into view as their owner attempted to pinpoint the older teen's position from further down the hall, leaping into the air occasionally to see over the heads of the people that separated the two friends. Finally, the tanned face of Max Mizuhara could be seen a few metres away, bearing a smile large enough to crack the cheeks of any human not currently on a sugar high.
"Is-it-up?!" The words were little more than a short, high drone, saccharine-induced energy leaving Max's sentence a garbled blur of random sounds. So, he repeated them again, this time at a more acceptable pace.
"The first cut. Is it up?!"
Rei grinned, fang-like teeth flashing in the synthetic glare of fluorescent tube lighting. Both Takao and Max had tried out for the soccer team last year, but had been forced out of the running by the older, more experienced players. Max had planned to attend yesterday's elimination round, but the recent influx of new gaming equipment had left his father's rather popular store swamped with customers, and the blonde had been unable to find the time to go in the end.
But Max, being Max, had shrugged it off, saying that there was always next year. Takao had likewise missed yesterday's session, but Mr. Yagami had recognized his skill at shooting, and the midnight-blue haired boy had consequently been permitted to be at Friday's tryouts.
"Not yet, Max, but soon. Why?"
The blonde's erratic breathing and darting eyes slowed to a more human rate. "Oh. Just curious."
Quite used to what he and Kyoujyu had long-ago dubbed 'Max-Logic', Rei shrugged. "Cool. Hey, where's Takao? Aren't you two joined at the hip? Or did you finally get that operation?"
"I fear the only operation those two need is one involving lobotomy. However, judging from the lack of stitches upon the subjects' foreheads, I must assume that there was no such surgery performed and Takao is merely delayed. As usual."
A short, ginger-haired boy had popped out of seemingly nowhere, though he had probably just walked up. His four-foot-eight frame lent itself to such creative purposes as allowing Kyoujyu to render himself completely invisible when he wasn't speaking in his patented 'intelligent-and-therefore-incomprehensible-to-most' speech, a fact that Kyoujyu himself was not particularly pleased with.
In fact, his quest for a growth spurt was rivaled only by the similar search for tallness being conducted by Ivan.
"Yeah, I guess..." was the comment that followed the bespectacled sophomore's statement. Max was still at a loss at what had just been said, and so did not contribute anything else to the conversation.
The silence, though it would have been awkward had it occurred between any other group, was familiar to the trio, soon to be quartet, and was broken only by the arrival of the fourth friend.
"TAKAO!!!" Max was active once more, calling and waving enthusiastically to his boyfriend, who immediately hurried over to plant an ardent kiss on the blonde's cheek. Then, the pony-tailed bluenette turned to the rest of the small assembly.
"Hey, guys!"
Rei glanced at his watch, and affected a shocked air. "My God, Kinomiya! You're a full three minutes early for homeroom!" Looking back up, mischief dancing in his golden eyes, the rather feline boy faked a swoon. "Quick! Check the sky! Is it red?"
Scowling playfully, Takao reached over to swat at the older teenager's bound hair that was currently swaying with Rei's overdramatic motions. "Aw, come off it. I'm not late all the time."
"As strange and anomalous as it would sound, Takao is in point of fact correct. It would be impossible for one to be tardy for everything. However, I cannot feel that should this incident be repeated, Armageddon will indeed occur."
"...Right. I gotta get to homeroom, and you guys should get going, too. Yagami's nice, but I've been late too many times this month. See ya, Max, Takao, Kyoujyu..." Rei Kon's slender form was swept into the seething mass of flesh that was Bakuten High's student population, and he was gone.
- - - - - - - - -
Little snippets of voices and words were torn from Room 101. Small bits of the conversation happening within said chamber escaped, only to be mangled and distorted by the loud exchanges taking place just outside the slightly open wooden door.
"...don't wish...play..."
"...give...chance...fun."
"Fun? ...Hardly."
One voice, the happier, less monotonous one, Rei immediately recognized as Mr. Yagami's. The tone, however, was an unfamiliar one, one tinged with desperation and pleading, as if the brunette was attempting quite unsuccessfully to convince another of a particular point of view, and knew how pointless his argument was.
The other pitch was a foreign one; low, deep and calm, as the ocean before a storm. Its tone revealed nothing, but a hint of contempt and exasperation could be heard beneath the arrogant drawl.
Rei considered standing outside the room to eavesdrop, but discarded the idea on two grounds. One, it would be almost impossible to hear anything above the racket his classmates were making in the halls as they slowly dispersed on their way to class. And, two, Room 101 was his homeroom as well. They really couldn't kick him out, could they?
So the raven-haired boy slid slowly into the room, careful not to disturb the conversation. As he neared the speakers, their voices became clearer, although it was obvious that their little chat was coming to a close.
"Well, just come out on Friday, okay, Kai?" Mr. Yagami's voice was definitely taking on a beseeching tone.
The second speaker (Kai?) didn't respond. Curiousity overpowering his reflexive wariness, Rei pushed the door open the rest of the way and strode through the entrance. His initial plan had been to perform a quick survey of the room to satisfy his inquisitive mind, then sit down and await first period.
That plan flew out the window the minute golden eyes locked onto the lithe, lean body of one Kai Hiwatari (though Rei didn't know that that was his name).
Narrowed crimson eyes were focused on the form of Mr. Yagami, fixing the unfortunate teacher with a glare to rival that of a striking cobra. Mr. Yagami, for his part, seemed oblivious to the death glower, although that could have been because his back was turned to the desk at the far corner of the room, where the silver and azure haired youth sat.
Rei, meanwhile, couldn't tear his own eyes from the personification of pure sexiness that was Kai Hiwatari, and was uncomfortably aware of a rising heat in his cheeks (and boxers). If instinct served well, this was the 'new guy' that had arrived yesterday, and the one Takao had called out to in the cafeteria. And, as Kyoujyu would have put it, "As strange and anomalous as it would sound, Takao is in point of fact correct."
The tall, elegant figure currently writing in a black notebook was definitely hot.
Flawless, ivory skin offset by two entirely different shades of hair, which were in turn contrasted by brilliant scarlet orbs that shone with a strange, burning fire. Two streaks of blue swept across each cheek, accentuating the regal cheekbones and elegant nose. He wore a black t-shirt despite the chilly March weather, and a white scarf despite the fact that he was indoors. Rei couldn't see what the teen was wearing in the way of pants, as Kai was seated, but it probably wouldn't help the problem he was currently having forcing the blood away from his face.
Homeroom passed by in a hazy sort of stupor for the Chinese boy, as he tried alternately ignoring the bluenette at the desk behind him and fighting the urge to turn around and stare for a good, long time. It was therefore a godsend when Mr. Yagami finally dismissed those assembled and sent them off to first period.
Rei, however, was busy contemplating something that had just occurred to him while his teacher had been reading out the announcements of the day: Hardly anybody had known of Kai Hiwatari until a full eight hours after he had first arrived at Bakuten High. And if there was one thing the cheerleaders (his childhood friend Mao and her girlfriend Emily included, though they insisted they weren't an item so they could continue with their people- watching), it was pinpointing potential 'hotties' and stalking and/or gossiping about them.
But if the cheering squad had found out about the bluenette, they were being unusually secretive about it. So Rei was left with no option but to believe that they didn't know about Kai, and that in itself was difficult to accept. Over her three years at Bakuten, Mao had sharpened her 'cute-guy-and-or-girl' tracking devices to near flawlessness. And Emily was just as bad (or, if you look at it another way, good).
That meant that Kai was exceptionally proficient at avoiding people and their attention. Or he was a mutant escaped from the Xavier Institute with the power to disappear at will. The former seemed much more plausible.
Yet another Kai-generated mystery to add to the list that now included 'what-Mr-Yagami-and-Kai-were-talking-about' and 'where-the- hell-the-guy-came-from-and-how-he-avoided-the-crowds'.
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Ah. Lunch. The time of day in which friends met up with friends, pranks were played, tensions were lessened, tests were crammed for and food was generally eaten.
Of course, seeing as Kai had no friends, despised childish antics, was used to being tense and/or stressed, didn't cram for tests and didn't trust cafeteria food, he found the entire forty-minute block pointless. The bluenette considered going outside again, but decided against it. The sun was shining, the air was warming, and several other people had had that thought first and had already acted on it.
Kai hated crowds. So he contented himself with wandering the halls of Bakuten High. And it was on this little roam that he spied the huge number of people clustered around a large bulletin board. Actually, it wasn't apparent that that was what the object hanging on the wall was, but Kai supposed that the words 'Athletics Board' were a not-so-subtle clue.
The youth was about to turn around and head back in the general direction he had come from when he remembered something Mr. Yagami had been trying to tell him this morning. 'The first cut will be on the Athletics Board near the gym. At least go and check if you made it...'
Well, why the hell not.
Sidling over to the huddled, excited gabble, sharp crimson irises scanned the one-page printout of fifteen names from over the heads of most of the mob. But human eyesight only works so well, and Kai was unable to make out any of the individual letters or words. Planning to leave and come back later, when the crowd had thinned, Kai took a step back so as to depart. His escape was halted, however, by his slamming into a pink-haired girl, who looked to be about his age. "Oh my Gosh, I am so sor—"
The apology trailed off as the golden-eyed female stared up at Kai, her mouth in a position akin to a goldfish's. Kai twitched involuntarily. Was there something on his face?
Almost before the thought was finished, a second girl ran up. Her round glasses bounced up and down on her up-turned nose in a way similar to the short, orangey hair bouncing up and down on her shoulders. "Mao! There you are, come on, let's get out of here before we get crus—"
Her sentence was cut off, too, and the new girl began to stare at Kai in a manner identical to this 'Mao'.
What was with these people? Making to slide past the two teenagers, Kai was shocked, to say the least, when the pink-haired wench had the nerve to smile flirtatiously at him. And though this look was more familiar than the initial 'staring-with-wide-eyes' ones the duo had adopted earlier, it was nonetheless unwelcome.
They were flirting. With him. That was when Kai remembered a little something called 'hormones'. He himself had an iron grip on his own, but it was painfully obvious that that was not the case for the vast majority of students at Bakuten High.
The gold-eyed girl, Mao, took on a coy, playful expression. Twirling a few strands of long pink hair on a perfectly manicured finger, she batted her eyelashes and slid up to Kai's chest, taking care to brush against his arm. "I am so sorry," she purred, "I don't know how I missed seeing you. I'm Mao."
Here, she paused, as if awaiting Kai's introduction. None came. Instead, the bluenette extricated himself and began to edge away. Emily, being the slightly blunter, took the opportunity to place herself on the side of the teenager that Mao wasn't on. "I'm Emily." She offered a hand to shake. It too was ignored.
Kai sighed. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. He hated the attention he was receiving, and all he really wanted to do was make sure his name wasn't on the list the team captain Tala had put up and prove to Mr. Yagami that he wasn't needed on a (he shuddered to think of the word) team. Spying a tiny gap in the thick wall of people in front of him, Kai seized his chance and, nodding curtly to the two girls, slipped through.
Mao and Emily blinked once, twice, before exchanging glances. There was something intriguing about this boy, and not only because of his obvious sex appeal.
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To be Continued
And that is what you call a filler chapter, in which precious disk space is taken up linking events together in a tedious, boring but mandatory fashion. *sighs*
Anyway, Chapter Seven will skip Thursday because nothing happens and move on to Friday. The story may be appearing to move slowly, but believe me, it works out better this way. I have this tendency to rush and therefore mess up details or miss important steps, so I'm making a conscious effort here to keep the readers from blinking in surprise and running away.
