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Daddy Shinigami!!!
So evening passed and morning came, now it's the first day. After breakfast, Miyama and Hisoka were unfortunately trapped in the living room by two very proud old (read: old!) men named Tsuzuki and Watari who seemed more excited about the first day of school than our students.
"Wai! Mi-chan looks so cute in a school uniform!" Watari squealed, while combing the girl's hair. Miyama by the way, was trying as hard as she could to escape this terror called the "comb", but she was unfortunately being held by the hair by Watari.
Tsuzuki was elbowing Hisoka and smiling slyly. "Tell me if you need help with some cute girls in your school," he said.
"Shut up!" Hisoka answered, blushing. We all know he has nothing for girls (Tsubaki-hime my $$!!!) whatsoever and that he really likes guys (i.e. Tsuzuki). Hahahaha!!!
Watari finally let go of Miyama. Miyama ran towards the mirror, studied herself and then pouted. "Uncle Yu, you put a pink ribbon on me!" she yelled. She started to pull the ribbon off her hair.
"Miyama-chan! Don't do that!" Watari warned. Too late, the ribbon was already dropped on the floor. "Oh well," Watari said with a smile. "I guess I'll have to put the ribbon back again." He grabbed Miyama-chan by the hair and pulled her back to his lap.
"No!" Miyama, struggled to get away. "I don't want a pink ribbon on my hair, it's not me! It's an obstruction to my identity! Pink ribbons just aren't me! I want my red ballcap back!" she screamed.
Watari had an idea on how to stop Miyama's struggle. When you can't get a kid to shut up by decent methods, and you can't hit her because her father is your boss, there's only one thing to do. Bribe her. "If you sit still and let me put a ribbon on your hair I'll give you a lollipop," Watari said.
That got Miyama to stay put long enough for Watari to fix her hair. When it was done, Watari took a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his lab coat pocket (God knows how long that candy's been there...) and handed it to Miyama.
"Wai!" yelled Miyama as she ripped off the candy's wrapper. "I get Uncle Yu's lollipop!"
"YUTAKA!!!" screamed an enraged father. Tatsumi marched out of his office room and glared at Watari.
"Seiichirou, I can explain..." said Watari, staring at fear of the secretary's enraged/jealous/about-to-breath-fire face just millimeters away from his.
Tatsumi faced Miyama. "Mi-chan," he said. "Go pester Kuro- I mean, Uncle Hisoka for a while, okay?"
"Why?" asked Miyama, her innocent eyes growing wide as saucers.
"Because Uncle Yu and I are going to talk about adult stuff," Tatsumi explained in his usual professional way.
"Why can't I hear what you two are going to talk about?" she asked.
"Because you're not yet an adult."
"If I'm an adult, will I be allowed to hear what you guys are going to talk about?"
"Yes, Mi-chan..." said Tatsumi, secretly surprised that a child could actually push him off the brink of his patience.
"But what if I don't want to be an adult?" Miyama asked in a sweeter tone of voice.
"Then I guess you'll never know..." said Tatsumi, his veins about to pop from exasperation.
"But I want to know... Why can't I know? What is it that you two are going to talk about? Why are the veins all over your body look like they're going to pop? Why is the sky blue? How come it turns black at night? What is the square root of 56745343423? Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Why'd they have to go make things so complicated?" Miyama assaulted Tatsumi with a barrage of questions enough to knock any sane person over the edge.
"Miyama Tatsumi! Go pester your Uncle Hisoka, NOW!!!" Tatsumi ordered, his eyes about to pop out of his head. ( I don't know about you guys, but some parents have the tendency to call their kids by their full names when they're angry. Hehehe... my classmate's mother's like that. I'm lucky mine's not, my real name sucks.)
"But I don't wanna..." Miyama whined.
Tatsumi stopped to think for a while, then, sighing deeply, gave Miyama a crisp bill. (I mean a money bill, okay, paper money. I have no idea on Yen denominations! Bwahaha!) "Take this and leave," he said, although we could hear from his voice that he definitely didn't want to let go of the money.
"Yey! Money!" Miyama snatched the bill from Tatsumi's hand and ran towards Hisoka. "Hey! Uncle Hisoka!"
"AGH! Don't come near me!"
"Nyahaha! Uncle Hisoka!"
Okay, now that Miyama's out of the way, I guess it's safe for Tatsumi and Watari to talk about this... err... Watari's lollipop.
Tatsumi grabbed Watari by the collar of his coat. "What's this about my daughter having your lollipop, Watari?!" he hissed.
"Come on, Tatsumi..." Watari pleaded. "I'm not that crazy to give something like that to a minor, especially to Miyama. It's not Mr. Lollipop..."
"Not Mr. Lollipop?" asked Tatsumi in an unusually submissive tone of voice.
Watari patted Tatsumi at the back and smiled. "No, Sei-chan, not Mr. Lollipop. He's only for you." He laughed and added, "You shouldn't be jealous of your own daughter, you know?"
Tatsumi regained his usual ice-cold composure. "Ehem... I wasn't jealous," he said. "I was only worried for Miyama's welfare. How long has that lollipop been in your pocket anyway?"
Watari scratched his head. "I don't really remember..." he said. "But I'm sure it was more than one week..." He shrugged. "Anyway, we'll find out if it's bad for Miyama when she gets sick, right?"
Speaking of Miyama, look, flying Miyama! Miyama was kicked away by Hisoka (bad Hisoka... bad dog...) and was sent soaring towards Tatsumi's direction. "DADDY!" she screamed as she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "Daddy, Uncle Hisoka and I are ready to go to school now," she announced. "Can we go now? Puh-leese!"
And guess what happened next? The author had another writer's block! Yes! So... yeah, let's move on to the school part, okay? Damn, I suck! (cries in shame) NYAHAHAHA! And I'm insane too!
Okay, the first day of school is really important to a kid, right? But there are a lot of worthless things that happens during school hours that's why I'm just gonna give you guys some cut scenes on Hisoka and Miyama's day. Hehehe... yes, I am lazy...
Introductions! Miyama version
Miyama peered through the door to see a lot of weird kids sitting on their desks and staring mindlessly at the teacher who was making a brief introduction on the new student. The teacher then made a gesture for Miyama to come in and introduce herself.
Miyama shyly went in the room and blushed as dozens of eyes were staring at her. "Go ahead, Miyama," said the teacher. "Introduce yourself."
Miyama put on a small smile and started to introduce herself. "My name is Miyama Tatsumi. I live with my father and three uncles. It's nice to meet you all." she said with a polite bow.
"Hi Miyama!" her classmates greeted in unison.
"What a bunch of mindless jerks..." Miyama thought, staring at her classmates, who were all wearing bright and toothy grins. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and grinned back at them.
The teacher stood up and smiled. "Welcome to the class, Miyama. Take a seat beside Aiko..." she said, pointing to the desk beside a perky, blonde, pig-tailed girl who is obviously Aiko. "... and we'll start your first class here."
Miyama stared at her new seatmate in horror, took a deep breath and sat down. A few minutes later, classes formally started with the teacher telling the kids a story about a rabbit and a panda who met at the bar. Aiko was also busy telling stories of her own to Miyama, about her trip to Paris and how she's so great and all. Poor Miyama just let the conversation pass in one ear and out the other, as she stared at the window waiting (actually, she was silently praying to all the angels and the saints) for classes to end.
Hisoka version
There was such a big commotion in Section B Year 1 of Named-After- Someone-who-Already-stopped-Living High School (or NASAL High School for short), because there is going to be a new student. The guys were all praying to the heavens above that they would get a new sultry, seductive and cute female classmate. (Well, their wishes will be granted except for the female part...) The girls were fixing their hair and acting on their "best" behavior in hopes that the new student would be a stunning young man. (Stunning... check! Young... check! Man... err... physically... check!)
Tantanan-tanan! Enter Hisoka! And all hell breaks loose! The guys start swearing at their stupid luck of getting a male classmate... some are cursing their stupid luck for being attracted to this new male classmate. And the girls, oh, the girls! They were screaming like bloody hell! Most of them were already making plans for a fans club for their still unnamed but definitely yummy classmate.
There was so much noise that they probably didn't hear Hisoka introduce himself (which only consisted of the words Hisoka Kurosaki and mumbled a complaint about all the noise) before he sat down. That was how Hisoka introduced himself to Section 1-B of NASAL High.
TBC
Daddy Shinigami!!!
So evening passed and morning came, now it's the first day. After breakfast, Miyama and Hisoka were unfortunately trapped in the living room by two very proud old (read: old!) men named Tsuzuki and Watari who seemed more excited about the first day of school than our students.
"Wai! Mi-chan looks so cute in a school uniform!" Watari squealed, while combing the girl's hair. Miyama by the way, was trying as hard as she could to escape this terror called the "comb", but she was unfortunately being held by the hair by Watari.
Tsuzuki was elbowing Hisoka and smiling slyly. "Tell me if you need help with some cute girls in your school," he said.
"Shut up!" Hisoka answered, blushing. We all know he has nothing for girls (Tsubaki-hime my $$!!!) whatsoever and that he really likes guys (i.e. Tsuzuki). Hahahaha!!!
Watari finally let go of Miyama. Miyama ran towards the mirror, studied herself and then pouted. "Uncle Yu, you put a pink ribbon on me!" she yelled. She started to pull the ribbon off her hair.
"Miyama-chan! Don't do that!" Watari warned. Too late, the ribbon was already dropped on the floor. "Oh well," Watari said with a smile. "I guess I'll have to put the ribbon back again." He grabbed Miyama-chan by the hair and pulled her back to his lap.
"No!" Miyama, struggled to get away. "I don't want a pink ribbon on my hair, it's not me! It's an obstruction to my identity! Pink ribbons just aren't me! I want my red ballcap back!" she screamed.
Watari had an idea on how to stop Miyama's struggle. When you can't get a kid to shut up by decent methods, and you can't hit her because her father is your boss, there's only one thing to do. Bribe her. "If you sit still and let me put a ribbon on your hair I'll give you a lollipop," Watari said.
That got Miyama to stay put long enough for Watari to fix her hair. When it was done, Watari took a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his lab coat pocket (God knows how long that candy's been there...) and handed it to Miyama.
"Wai!" yelled Miyama as she ripped off the candy's wrapper. "I get Uncle Yu's lollipop!"
"YUTAKA!!!" screamed an enraged father. Tatsumi marched out of his office room and glared at Watari.
"Seiichirou, I can explain..." said Watari, staring at fear of the secretary's enraged/jealous/about-to-breath-fire face just millimeters away from his.
Tatsumi faced Miyama. "Mi-chan," he said. "Go pester Kuro- I mean, Uncle Hisoka for a while, okay?"
"Why?" asked Miyama, her innocent eyes growing wide as saucers.
"Because Uncle Yu and I are going to talk about adult stuff," Tatsumi explained in his usual professional way.
"Why can't I hear what you two are going to talk about?" she asked.
"Because you're not yet an adult."
"If I'm an adult, will I be allowed to hear what you guys are going to talk about?"
"Yes, Mi-chan..." said Tatsumi, secretly surprised that a child could actually push him off the brink of his patience.
"But what if I don't want to be an adult?" Miyama asked in a sweeter tone of voice.
"Then I guess you'll never know..." said Tatsumi, his veins about to pop from exasperation.
"But I want to know... Why can't I know? What is it that you two are going to talk about? Why are the veins all over your body look like they're going to pop? Why is the sky blue? How come it turns black at night? What is the square root of 56745343423? Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? Why'd they have to go make things so complicated?" Miyama assaulted Tatsumi with a barrage of questions enough to knock any sane person over the edge.
"Miyama Tatsumi! Go pester your Uncle Hisoka, NOW!!!" Tatsumi ordered, his eyes about to pop out of his head. ( I don't know about you guys, but some parents have the tendency to call their kids by their full names when they're angry. Hehehe... my classmate's mother's like that. I'm lucky mine's not, my real name sucks.)
"But I don't wanna..." Miyama whined.
Tatsumi stopped to think for a while, then, sighing deeply, gave Miyama a crisp bill. (I mean a money bill, okay, paper money. I have no idea on Yen denominations! Bwahaha!) "Take this and leave," he said, although we could hear from his voice that he definitely didn't want to let go of the money.
"Yey! Money!" Miyama snatched the bill from Tatsumi's hand and ran towards Hisoka. "Hey! Uncle Hisoka!"
"AGH! Don't come near me!"
"Nyahaha! Uncle Hisoka!"
Okay, now that Miyama's out of the way, I guess it's safe for Tatsumi and Watari to talk about this... err... Watari's lollipop.
Tatsumi grabbed Watari by the collar of his coat. "What's this about my daughter having your lollipop, Watari?!" he hissed.
"Come on, Tatsumi..." Watari pleaded. "I'm not that crazy to give something like that to a minor, especially to Miyama. It's not Mr. Lollipop..."
"Not Mr. Lollipop?" asked Tatsumi in an unusually submissive tone of voice.
Watari patted Tatsumi at the back and smiled. "No, Sei-chan, not Mr. Lollipop. He's only for you." He laughed and added, "You shouldn't be jealous of your own daughter, you know?"
Tatsumi regained his usual ice-cold composure. "Ehem... I wasn't jealous," he said. "I was only worried for Miyama's welfare. How long has that lollipop been in your pocket anyway?"
Watari scratched his head. "I don't really remember..." he said. "But I'm sure it was more than one week..." He shrugged. "Anyway, we'll find out if it's bad for Miyama when she gets sick, right?"
Speaking of Miyama, look, flying Miyama! Miyama was kicked away by Hisoka (bad Hisoka... bad dog...) and was sent soaring towards Tatsumi's direction. "DADDY!" she screamed as she wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "Daddy, Uncle Hisoka and I are ready to go to school now," she announced. "Can we go now? Puh-leese!"
And guess what happened next? The author had another writer's block! Yes! So... yeah, let's move on to the school part, okay? Damn, I suck! (cries in shame) NYAHAHAHA! And I'm insane too!
Okay, the first day of school is really important to a kid, right? But there are a lot of worthless things that happens during school hours that's why I'm just gonna give you guys some cut scenes on Hisoka and Miyama's day. Hehehe... yes, I am lazy...
Introductions! Miyama version
Miyama peered through the door to see a lot of weird kids sitting on their desks and staring mindlessly at the teacher who was making a brief introduction on the new student. The teacher then made a gesture for Miyama to come in and introduce herself.
Miyama shyly went in the room and blushed as dozens of eyes were staring at her. "Go ahead, Miyama," said the teacher. "Introduce yourself."
Miyama put on a small smile and started to introduce herself. "My name is Miyama Tatsumi. I live with my father and three uncles. It's nice to meet you all." she said with a polite bow.
"Hi Miyama!" her classmates greeted in unison.
"What a bunch of mindless jerks..." Miyama thought, staring at her classmates, who were all wearing bright and toothy grins. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and grinned back at them.
The teacher stood up and smiled. "Welcome to the class, Miyama. Take a seat beside Aiko..." she said, pointing to the desk beside a perky, blonde, pig-tailed girl who is obviously Aiko. "... and we'll start your first class here."
Miyama stared at her new seatmate in horror, took a deep breath and sat down. A few minutes later, classes formally started with the teacher telling the kids a story about a rabbit and a panda who met at the bar. Aiko was also busy telling stories of her own to Miyama, about her trip to Paris and how she's so great and all. Poor Miyama just let the conversation pass in one ear and out the other, as she stared at the window waiting (actually, she was silently praying to all the angels and the saints) for classes to end.
Hisoka version
There was such a big commotion in Section B Year 1 of Named-After- Someone-who-Already-stopped-Living High School (or NASAL High School for short), because there is going to be a new student. The guys were all praying to the heavens above that they would get a new sultry, seductive and cute female classmate. (Well, their wishes will be granted except for the female part...) The girls were fixing their hair and acting on their "best" behavior in hopes that the new student would be a stunning young man. (Stunning... check! Young... check! Man... err... physically... check!)
Tantanan-tanan! Enter Hisoka! And all hell breaks loose! The guys start swearing at their stupid luck of getting a male classmate... some are cursing their stupid luck for being attracted to this new male classmate. And the girls, oh, the girls! They were screaming like bloody hell! Most of them were already making plans for a fans club for their still unnamed but definitely yummy classmate.
There was so much noise that they probably didn't hear Hisoka introduce himself (which only consisted of the words Hisoka Kurosaki and mumbled a complaint about all the noise) before he sat down. That was how Hisoka introduced himself to Section 1-B of NASAL High.
TBC