Morning sunlight streamed proudly into the classroom through the windows.
Daisuke never had any problem with his schoolwork. It wasn't particularly
hard, and it wasn't particularly interesting. He was not at the top of the
class in Maths, or Foreign Languages. No, that was Satoshi's job, but he
wasn't bad either.
Having nothing better to do with his life at this very point in time, he took the chance to glance back at the other boy, who sat in his own row at the back of the classroom. Satoshi was writing calmly in his note pad, a cool, calm, hardly noticeable presence behind Daisuke - until he looked up. Daisuke quickly turned back to look at the board, blushing slightly. He could feel the heat in Satoshi's gaze, drilling into the back of his head, daring him to turn around and look again. What was a calm lake moments ago had suddenly turned into the crater of an unpredictable volcano. Daisuke did not turn back to face Satoshi. He didn't dare. Instead, he opened his textbook and pretended to be studying hard, never mind the fact that his trembling hands were making the book shake and also the fact that the book was upside down. It was also beside the point that they had just finished their tests, and the teacher hadn't started class. In fact, there were still people walking into the room. A couple minutes more of pretending saw the whole class sitting down, with the teacher standing in front of the blackboard, ready to teach, or ask for homework, or introduce a new student, or whatever.
"Students, today we welcome a new student into our class," the teacher gestured to the new arriver at the door.
Well, at least it wasn't homework. Daisuke's friend, Saehara Takeshi didn't look like he had done any. How did Daisuke know? Was it that he was psychic? Or just that he noticed his friend hadn't brought any school equipment to school today? Both? None? We will never know.
"Good morning," the newcomer was softly spoken, "my name is Mikada. Kyo Mikada. Please look kindly upon me."
Out of courtesy, Daisuke glanced up, and so must have Satoshi as they both froze. There, in front of the classroom stood Kyo in all the school uniform's glory. Straight green hair that varied in shade within strands was loosely held back by white ribbon. A warm glow seemed to emit from his happy smile, which softened the glare in his yellow eyes. He looked familiar. Too familiar. Daisuke glanced back at Satoshi again. This time the other boy was busy typing in his laptop. What was he searching for? An identity? Was this person on the police hit list?
You're an idiot. That's the girl that Satoshi was talking to last night. Mikada. Get it?
Daisuke looked around. What?
Dai-dai, have you forgotten the handsome, tall, charming phantom thief that leeches off your body already?
No, Daisuke replied, I just thought you sleep during the day.
Yes. That's what I want you to think so I can listen in on your secret conversations and deepest, yet so random, thoughts.
Evil! Dark, you are evil, go away. Waaaaaa.
Ok, ok, geez. Don't need to get all waaa about it.
"You can sit in front of Niwa-san, Mikada," the teacher quickly pointed to someplace away from herself. The new student's smile was unnerving. No body attending school should be this happy. Nobody! She would have to work away on this one.
Dark, however, was right. It took a bit of mind adjusting, and lateral thinking before he figured it out, but indeed this boy, and the girl from last night, were the same person. How could this be?
"Excuse me, Niwa-san, could I please sit here?"
"Sure," Daisuke replied a little too quickly, startled out of his thoughts.
Kyo's smile seem to warm up even more, if that were possible, as he sat down, flipping his long hair behind him almost deliberately. Daisuke stared, slightly blushing, having nothing else better to do.
"Psst!"
His attention was again turned, this time to his friend, Saehara.
"What?"
"This is a Shoujo fanfic."
The comment only made Daisuke blush more.
"I wasn't thinking anything like that!" he replied defensively.
Takeshi raised an eyebrow, "Really... You've been surfing the Internet, haven't you? The World Wide Web."
"Uh..."
"You've been going to FanFiction.Com and you've been reading all those fanfics about us with the X's and the R ratings, haven't you? Haven't you?"
"Um..."
He's onto us, Dark piped in.
"-And all those ones about you and Satoshi-san and Riku, and Risa... ALL AT THE SAME TIME!"
Waaaaaaa no! I don't read them! Dark, you're the one who reads them.
Hey, I can't help it if people think I'm hot, ok?
The boy shook his head vigorously, trying to get the bad images out of his head.
"Students, now we start class," The teacher said, glaring at Takeshi who was known to cause trouble at regular intervals.
Saved by the teacher. Daisuke let out a sigh of relief, as he rummaged around his pencil case of a pencil. The class had started, turning to page 32 in their workbooks, and Daisuke still hasn't found his pencil. It wasn't like him to forget. Those late nights with the phantom thief, plundering art museums, must be getting to him. He looked around desperately. No, Takeshi definitely didn't have a spare. Satoshi probably did, but he wasn't going to ask. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. The other boy would do or say something weird with implications of him knowing that Daisuke and Dark were the same person. This left...
"Here you go."
The poor boy, who only wanted one pencil, was bombarded hundreds that came out of nowhere and scattered across his desk. Daisuke looked up only to see the back of the student in front of him. Kyo. He looked back down at the pencils that ranged in design from Pikachu to love hearts. Among them, was a piece of inconspicuous scrap of paper. Daisuke unfolded the note, his eyes widening.
BEST WISHES FOR THE NIWA FAMILY. WE HOPE TO DO BUISNESS WITH YOU SOON. MIKADA.
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B.B.: Sorry for taking so long, once again, to write the next chapter. Thank you to all those who reviewed.
Tosh: Thank you, Melody Tune, who reviewed again.
B.B.: Meow, sorry to make you wait so long between chapters. The muse doesn't always work.
Tosh: OI!
B.B.: But it's always good to have same reviewers the second time around.
Tosh: Thank you, Ruby Moon.
B.B.: I'm sorry you are confused. But don't worry, I'm confused too. We can be confused together. ^_^
Tosh: Thank you, Silver Tears
B.B.: Who is obviously a great DNAngel fan. Thank you for the praise. It all just goes straight to my head because the vacuum attracts it.
Tosh: Thank you, Digitalized
B.B.: uh... yeah... um... actually, this story isn't really planned. If you have any ideas, please tell me!
Tosh: Thank you, Ancient.
B.B. Thank you for reading my 'pretty and hilarious' fic. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I live to serve... milk.
Tosh: Thank you Snowman
B.B.: heh. Yeah, the Snowman.
Having nothing better to do with his life at this very point in time, he took the chance to glance back at the other boy, who sat in his own row at the back of the classroom. Satoshi was writing calmly in his note pad, a cool, calm, hardly noticeable presence behind Daisuke - until he looked up. Daisuke quickly turned back to look at the board, blushing slightly. He could feel the heat in Satoshi's gaze, drilling into the back of his head, daring him to turn around and look again. What was a calm lake moments ago had suddenly turned into the crater of an unpredictable volcano. Daisuke did not turn back to face Satoshi. He didn't dare. Instead, he opened his textbook and pretended to be studying hard, never mind the fact that his trembling hands were making the book shake and also the fact that the book was upside down. It was also beside the point that they had just finished their tests, and the teacher hadn't started class. In fact, there were still people walking into the room. A couple minutes more of pretending saw the whole class sitting down, with the teacher standing in front of the blackboard, ready to teach, or ask for homework, or introduce a new student, or whatever.
"Students, today we welcome a new student into our class," the teacher gestured to the new arriver at the door.
Well, at least it wasn't homework. Daisuke's friend, Saehara Takeshi didn't look like he had done any. How did Daisuke know? Was it that he was psychic? Or just that he noticed his friend hadn't brought any school equipment to school today? Both? None? We will never know.
"Good morning," the newcomer was softly spoken, "my name is Mikada. Kyo Mikada. Please look kindly upon me."
Out of courtesy, Daisuke glanced up, and so must have Satoshi as they both froze. There, in front of the classroom stood Kyo in all the school uniform's glory. Straight green hair that varied in shade within strands was loosely held back by white ribbon. A warm glow seemed to emit from his happy smile, which softened the glare in his yellow eyes. He looked familiar. Too familiar. Daisuke glanced back at Satoshi again. This time the other boy was busy typing in his laptop. What was he searching for? An identity? Was this person on the police hit list?
You're an idiot. That's the girl that Satoshi was talking to last night. Mikada. Get it?
Daisuke looked around. What?
Dai-dai, have you forgotten the handsome, tall, charming phantom thief that leeches off your body already?
No, Daisuke replied, I just thought you sleep during the day.
Yes. That's what I want you to think so I can listen in on your secret conversations and deepest, yet so random, thoughts.
Evil! Dark, you are evil, go away. Waaaaaa.
Ok, ok, geez. Don't need to get all waaa about it.
"You can sit in front of Niwa-san, Mikada," the teacher quickly pointed to someplace away from herself. The new student's smile was unnerving. No body attending school should be this happy. Nobody! She would have to work away on this one.
Dark, however, was right. It took a bit of mind adjusting, and lateral thinking before he figured it out, but indeed this boy, and the girl from last night, were the same person. How could this be?
"Excuse me, Niwa-san, could I please sit here?"
"Sure," Daisuke replied a little too quickly, startled out of his thoughts.
Kyo's smile seem to warm up even more, if that were possible, as he sat down, flipping his long hair behind him almost deliberately. Daisuke stared, slightly blushing, having nothing else better to do.
"Psst!"
His attention was again turned, this time to his friend, Saehara.
"What?"
"This is a Shoujo fanfic."
The comment only made Daisuke blush more.
"I wasn't thinking anything like that!" he replied defensively.
Takeshi raised an eyebrow, "Really... You've been surfing the Internet, haven't you? The World Wide Web."
"Uh..."
"You've been going to FanFiction.Com and you've been reading all those fanfics about us with the X's and the R ratings, haven't you? Haven't you?"
"Um..."
He's onto us, Dark piped in.
"-And all those ones about you and Satoshi-san and Riku, and Risa... ALL AT THE SAME TIME!"
Waaaaaaa no! I don't read them! Dark, you're the one who reads them.
Hey, I can't help it if people think I'm hot, ok?
The boy shook his head vigorously, trying to get the bad images out of his head.
"Students, now we start class," The teacher said, glaring at Takeshi who was known to cause trouble at regular intervals.
Saved by the teacher. Daisuke let out a sigh of relief, as he rummaged around his pencil case of a pencil. The class had started, turning to page 32 in their workbooks, and Daisuke still hasn't found his pencil. It wasn't like him to forget. Those late nights with the phantom thief, plundering art museums, must be getting to him. He looked around desperately. No, Takeshi definitely didn't have a spare. Satoshi probably did, but he wasn't going to ask. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. The other boy would do or say something weird with implications of him knowing that Daisuke and Dark were the same person. This left...
"Here you go."
The poor boy, who only wanted one pencil, was bombarded hundreds that came out of nowhere and scattered across his desk. Daisuke looked up only to see the back of the student in front of him. Kyo. He looked back down at the pencils that ranged in design from Pikachu to love hearts. Among them, was a piece of inconspicuous scrap of paper. Daisuke unfolded the note, his eyes widening.
BEST WISHES FOR THE NIWA FAMILY. WE HOPE TO DO BUISNESS WITH YOU SOON. MIKADA.
* * * * * * * * * *
B.B.: Sorry for taking so long, once again, to write the next chapter. Thank you to all those who reviewed.
Tosh: Thank you, Melody Tune, who reviewed again.
B.B.: Meow, sorry to make you wait so long between chapters. The muse doesn't always work.
Tosh: OI!
B.B.: But it's always good to have same reviewers the second time around.
Tosh: Thank you, Ruby Moon.
B.B.: I'm sorry you are confused. But don't worry, I'm confused too. We can be confused together. ^_^
Tosh: Thank you, Silver Tears
B.B.: Who is obviously a great DNAngel fan. Thank you for the praise. It all just goes straight to my head because the vacuum attracts it.
Tosh: Thank you, Digitalized
B.B.: uh... yeah... um... actually, this story isn't really planned. If you have any ideas, please tell me!
Tosh: Thank you, Ancient.
B.B. Thank you for reading my 'pretty and hilarious' fic. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I live to serve... milk.
Tosh: Thank you Snowman
B.B.: heh. Yeah, the Snowman.