How hard could it be?
Warning: Cigarette smoking is dangerous for your health. So is too much of alcohol and sweets. Also too much severe-ness, seriousness, genki-ness, and workaholic-ness.
Tsuzuki, Watri, Hisoka, Tatsumi: Hey! I resent that!
Aki: What? Did the warning mention any names? Why are you guys so affected? (Innocently smiling at the shinigamis looking her.)
Warning: (Gulp!) Scratch that. So is too much alcohol, and being sarcastic, and being morbid, and killing and. Yikes!
Girl: Urusai! Baka! (Genjo Sanzo-like, holding a fan and hitting the ever so silly Aki.)
Warning: Just shut up when all the original characters are around. Even if. (Gulp. Sweat drops.) Uh. Just keep shut. To be on the safe side. ^_^* Even if you don't mention names, seriously, they'll be so affected and they--- I'll just really shut up.
All: Good.
Disclaimer: Complain, complain, complain. Yadda yadda yadda. Urk. Cough. Thud.
Chapter Three: Defy You
Morning. The sun was shining and Hisoka was ready to leave. Tsuzuki left his school things with him. He picked up his I.D. Card, which was lying on the floor next to his bed.
Kurosaki Hisoka. That was his name. Written in bold characters. His picture, was his usual young self, still not aging.
There was a knock on the door. Hisoka looked at the watch on the bedside table.
7:10 am.
Hisoka went to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Ohayou, Hisoka-san."
Tsuzuki was behind the door. Hisoka opened it. Tsuzuki wasn't his usual inu- self who smiled at Hisoka with hyperactive genkiness no matter how rude he is in the morning. And what's up with the -san? He was different today. Hsioka could sense it. But he couldn't read Tsuzuki.
"We'll be leaving now. We don't want to be late, do we? I already got you a room. Your teacher knows you already and we won't need to introduce ourselves in an assembly."
Tsuzuki turned his back at Hisoka and walked away.
"What's the matter with you?"
Hisoka called after Tsuzuki as he went back to get his things.
"What?"
"You're. different. today."
"I've always been like this. What's so different about it?"
"No, I mean, you're acting weird."
"Oh. I'm not. Are you angry with me?"
Tsuzuki asked, looking at the sixteen years old boy, who was walking behind him, keeping up with his stride. Hisoka was wearing the school uniform. No matter what clothes you put on Hisoka, no matter how lame or simple, it always looks good on his delicate form. He still looks kawaii and young. He catches every girl's eyes whenever he walks by and wonders why Hisoka never paid attention to the opposite sex. maybe there was that time with Tsubaki. but the boy never talked about women. It's not as if Tsuzuki wants him to, but isn't it normal? Tsuzuki did. Maybe. some time ago.
Tsuzuki looks ahead.
"No, just irritated. Imagine me coming into the room drunk---"
"I can't. You have low tolerance on---"
Tsuzuki's humor had come back. Well his voice perked up a little, and his inu ears are starting to appear again.
"Shut up. But are you sure you'll be able to teach?"
Hisoka looked at the man's back as he fixed his red and silver tie.
"I'm going to be fine, really."
"If you say so."
Tsuzuki sighed. He hid a smile.
"What?"
"Nothing. I'm just a bit. Woozy."
"That's it. Back to the---"
"Cool down! I'll be okay!"
Tsuzuki smiled at Hisoka who had a scowl on his face.
"Just make sure. Or I'll do something you'll wish I won't."
"Hai. Hai. By the way, did you read any of those magazines?"
Tsuzuki peered at him. He was blushing slightly pink, his head bent and eyes on the ground.
"I tried. But I couldn't relate to all the girl wearing skimpy skirts and shirts and the guys wearing rags as clothes."
Tsuzuki stopped and pushed the elevator button to make it go up. He hid a wry smile as they waited.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hisoka's POV
This is the school? This school is big. Where could my classroom be? I wonder. I mean, the halls are like, huge. I got lost at the second floor because there were lots of twists and turns, stairs and rooms. It's just three things: It's either I have a very bad sense of direction; I'm just nervous, or just plainly agitated because of the fact that I never wanted to stay in another room again full of students. I'm not in the mood to even see them. The third one seems to be reasonable.
I looked at the piece of paper that was once straight before I clenched my fist. Hard.
"My classroom should be. Here. Aha.
I knocked. Teeth gritted, I placed a hand on the doorknob in front of me.
I opened the door and the first thing I saw was an attractive-looking lady holding up two beakers.
Chemistry.
"Fashionably late? I think that only applies oon parties young man. You should be Kurosaki Hisoka."
The lady drawled, spectacled eyes looking at me with boredom.
"Yes."
"Very well. Come in. Class this is your new classmate. Please be nice to him, if you could just take out that trait form the bottoms of your hearts and restrain yourselves from eating him. Alive. As if I don't remind you guys all the time a new student comes in."
"."
I never said a word. I just looked at them as if they were the aliens that had just arrived. Dagger looks are necessary to keep nosey students off your back and not blowing your cover. I searched the room for Takenori. Bingo. He's seated at the second row, near the door.
"Please sit down."
I walked at the very back of the room, where a chair was waiting for my ass to sit on. There were two chairs, one next to the wondow, and the other near the aisle. I chose the one near the aisle, as because I did not think the sun would feel good on my skin.
So, I marched. Dragging my feet and commanding it to proceed was very hard, for my mind and my feet had decided to take on the temptation to run away.
"Hey you. Looking good."
A girl, with short wavy hair and brown eyes winked at me. Yuck. Flirty. I did not reply. Better be safe. If I say thank you, I'll sound narcissistic and self-possessed. If I say buzz off, they'll gang on me. I do not want to hurt anyone on my first day of school.
So? I twitched the corners of my mouth just a little higher than before.
All the girls were meowing, purring and calling me. Well, the guys. They're saying hello. Though I really don't want to even hear a sound from them. And because of the stress Tsuzuki gave me last night, my barriers are quite low and I'm kind of having a hard time.
A guy with jet-black hair, and black eyes that shone like the night grabbed my sleeve. I pulled on my sleeve and walked away.
"Students." the teacher called out. The noise died down. "Mr. Yokohama. What're you doing again?" She sounded so immune to this that she was already bored of seeing this kind of thing.
"Just stay on your kind, stay on your business, and stay away from my girl. Deal? Then we'll be friends." He smiled, his yellowish teeth showing.
"I don't have plans. Besides, I did not ask your opinion, or your rules. Keep your hand off of me. Please."
"You think you're so tough, huh?"
He grabbed my collar. I just looked straight into his eyes, with no emotion.
"Yokohama, sit down. You always threaten new students. Stop or else I'll suggest to your coach AGAIN that you be suspended from the next game."
Exasperation was in the teacher's voice. Yokohama let go of my shirt.
Very unruly kids. The class was whispering. I caught some words. "First guy I ever saw to look Yokohama-san straight in the eyes. You know what happens right?"--- "First guy to ever talk back to him."--- It seems as if I just picked up a fight with the bully.
"Grrrr." Growled Yokohama when the teacher turned her back to write on the board. "I'll see you after class." He hissed.
As I said, this was the bully. I could take him down, any day, any place, Football jock or not, he's still mortal. Then again, I could lose my job. If I could just defy him, I would. I'll give him a piece of my mind. I figured if other people's emotions had effects on me, why don't I reverse the process?
I just hated jocks with lousy attitudes and very stupid personalities.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Second period came, third walked by. My head was still dull. Its either I didn't want to listen because I have been through this before, or its just that my head doesn't understand the subject. The first one is better. God, I've been through three years of highschool, give me a break. I was the one answering the questions for them, and they always looked at me incredulously. Only one guy didn't. That was Yokoham-san. If I could just slit his throat open and take out his vocal chords.
Algebra came. It kept me busy for a while. The clock ticked slowly. I'm not sure if it was just my imagination or not. I looked at the clock at the very back of the classroom, hanging on the wall. 5 more minutes, then lunch is here. Salvation.
There was a sudden knock on the door. Curious, I looked up. (More like instinctively.) The algebra teacher signaled for the class to go on with the seatwork. The algebra blocked a student form view, he gestured for him to come inside. No, it's a she. And She is not a student.
She declined. Long brown hair with a tinge of blond and auburn curling softly, eyes a clear emerald green. There were no signs of her being unusual. She was actually.
Pretty.
Okay, she is beautiful. Fine.
She has pale skin, just like porcelain. Actually, she looks like a doll. He r lips were a light shade of pink.
Hmmm. Nice curving--- Hisoka! Snap out of it! Mind your own business. She is none of your business. Curves are just right. Guys were starting to hoot. She didn't mind them and kept her business with the teacher.. Her eyes. were empty though.
There's nothing wrong with looking at the opposite sex, is there? These are one of those times I tried looking at women. Even in pictures. Wakaba and the others are different.
I looked at my problem on the sheet of paper my hand was trying to write the answers on. The bell rang. Lunch is here. I'm saved except for the ton of assignments that awaits my return. I'll have to research again and compute and compute. I really need to get to school early tomorrow, better start with a clean record.
I hope Tsuzuki won't be giving me an assignment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tsuzuki's POV
"So. guys. and girls, please remember to read a little and listen more. To me, that is."
I am in my History class with the seventh graders, my second class. There was a knock on the door. The bell rang.
"Well, there's the bell. As a new teacher, I won't give any assignments for the rest of the week. Class dismissed. Have a nice day."
The class cheered.
Hisoka came in. So he was the one knocking at the door. He looked as if he was ready to kill. His aura burned.
"I am going to quit this case, if you don't fail this particular student, I will! If I or you can't I might do something he will wish I hadn't, so better move him away from me."
"Whoa! Cool! What happened?"
"This particular jock is getting on my nerves. No respect. No respect for older---"
"You're actually admitting that you are old?"
"No! Hey. are you trying desperately to piss me off?"
Hisoka looked so cute when he's irritated. Yup, I was.
"Iie. Continue."
"Well, he warns me to generally stay away from his business and his girl, as if I want to hit on her. She was the one purring at me on second period."
"So.?"
I walked outside the door and followed the ever so furious Hisoka who walked swiftly, every stride thrust with anger. He explained what happened.
"I talked back at him when he said that. You know me. Then yadda yadda yadda. Result? "You think you're so tough, huh? Grrr. I'll see you after class.""
Hisoka mimicked with exaggeration. disgust exuding from his voice.
"Well. what do you want me to do?"
I looked at him. He was really pissed. This is his first day and he's starting to act like a kid and picks up a fight. Very un-Hisoka-like, but he still has his aggressive "I-don't care" attitude and spunk.
"."
I stared at him. I steered to the left to go to the cafeteria. He followed. He was very red in the face when I looked back at him, and was scowling. His aura was still burning fiery red. Meaning, stay away.
"We can't do anything to him. That's going to be. wrong. 'Soka-chan, you're acting as if you don't know better. Act maturely. This is just a kid. You're a 23-yr.-old. He's just, what? 15? Don't sink to his level."
"What about after class?"
"Don't fight. I mean, face him, with confidence and don't do anything. Just talk."
"Be a chicken then?"
Hisoka whined. He was really peeved by this jock. But I can't do anything.
"You are not a coward. But think, look, we'll get fired if you accidentally let loose your power on him. And I would definitely get killed again If I let loose Byakko or Suzaku on him."
"."
"Only cowards fight the weak. And those who does not want to fight."
"Ahhh!!!"
He stomped his feet. Sat down on a chair and continued to sulk.
"Trust me on this."
He looked at me with those beautiful green eyes and thick, lush lashes.
He tried to smile.
I grinned. Kawaii. Just kawaii.
"You want cake?"
Hisoka suggested.
"Absolutely."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Thud.
Creeeeaaal. Creeeaaak. Cla-thud.
"You called?"
Swish. Swish. Swish.
"Yes."
"."
"You are going to move. Be closer. Be it."
"."
"Food?"
"No thank you."
"Found anything yet?"
"None."
"Seduce."
"My pleasure."
"How's your day going?"
"Fine. But pissed."
"Why?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Punch it. Shoot it."
".Can't."
"Jodan dake. I'm not serious."
"May I go now?"
"Yes. Be careful. Do not make a mistake. Keep your eyes open."
"I know. I won't. I'll be."
"Close the door. Do not be seen."
"Yes."
"Au revoir."
"Au revoir."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tsuzuki's POV
Run! Run! I'm going to be late for my next class! That's Hisoka's class. Apparently, Takenori Tsuneo is one of his classmates. Good. But if I get late, Hisoka's not going to be too happy about this. Besides, I want to get a good look at that jock.
So?
I just don't want to defy him, especially not today, and definitely not after that jock-thing. Though he really looks cute when pissed. As I ran through the hall, I sensed a strong wave of power emanating from somewhere. That made me stop on my tracks.
I looked around.
No one was there. The hall was empty. The teachers and students are in their classrooms, meaning I should be running faster. I can't teleport. I'm on Earth. In a school.
A girl suddenly descended one of the side stairs, causing me to careen out of her way. She didn't flinch one bit. She just stood there and waited for me to avoid her. I sensed something wrong with her. Then that feeling vanished. Was Hisoka's power rubbing off on me?
I skidded to a stop.
Before I could even say sorry, she spoke.
"No need to apologize. I know."
She simply said. I saw her face switch from a smile to a little worried then back again. Maybe I was just imagining it, but she did emanate a strange aura.
She's not even one of the students. I smiled at her and bid her good-by. Need to go to Hisoka's class. Now!
A/N: Hello. Chapter 3 is here. Still trying to finish chapter four. I haven't finished the after school meeting with the jock. Still fixing parts. BTW I'm writing a fanfic on Ayashi no Ceres, please read it and please be kind to give reviews! It really perks me up! Your comments and suggestions are welcome to my humble mind.
P.S. Please send reviews about this chapter! Please! I'm calling out to my onii-chan Czyrus!!! Email me at ai_kasunagi_13@yahoo.com or chaos_striker_17@yahoo.com or shampoo_17@ranmamail.com or aki_fire_28@otakumail.com . Same goes to you guys! The readers! I'm a lonely person! Wahhh!
P.S.2 Thanks guys. MUUUUAAAHHH (wet kisses.) ^.^
P.S.3 Please don't kill me.
Warning: Cigarette smoking is dangerous for your health. So is too much of alcohol and sweets. Also too much severe-ness, seriousness, genki-ness, and workaholic-ness.
Tsuzuki, Watri, Hisoka, Tatsumi: Hey! I resent that!
Aki: What? Did the warning mention any names? Why are you guys so affected? (Innocently smiling at the shinigamis looking her.)
Warning: (Gulp!) Scratch that. So is too much alcohol, and being sarcastic, and being morbid, and killing and. Yikes!
Girl: Urusai! Baka! (Genjo Sanzo-like, holding a fan and hitting the ever so silly Aki.)
Warning: Just shut up when all the original characters are around. Even if. (Gulp. Sweat drops.) Uh. Just keep shut. To be on the safe side. ^_^* Even if you don't mention names, seriously, they'll be so affected and they--- I'll just really shut up.
All: Good.
Disclaimer: Complain, complain, complain. Yadda yadda yadda. Urk. Cough. Thud.
Chapter Three: Defy You
Morning. The sun was shining and Hisoka was ready to leave. Tsuzuki left his school things with him. He picked up his I.D. Card, which was lying on the floor next to his bed.
Kurosaki Hisoka. That was his name. Written in bold characters. His picture, was his usual young self, still not aging.
There was a knock on the door. Hisoka looked at the watch on the bedside table.
7:10 am.
Hisoka went to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Ohayou, Hisoka-san."
Tsuzuki was behind the door. Hisoka opened it. Tsuzuki wasn't his usual inu- self who smiled at Hisoka with hyperactive genkiness no matter how rude he is in the morning. And what's up with the -san? He was different today. Hsioka could sense it. But he couldn't read Tsuzuki.
"We'll be leaving now. We don't want to be late, do we? I already got you a room. Your teacher knows you already and we won't need to introduce ourselves in an assembly."
Tsuzuki turned his back at Hisoka and walked away.
"What's the matter with you?"
Hisoka called after Tsuzuki as he went back to get his things.
"What?"
"You're. different. today."
"I've always been like this. What's so different about it?"
"No, I mean, you're acting weird."
"Oh. I'm not. Are you angry with me?"
Tsuzuki asked, looking at the sixteen years old boy, who was walking behind him, keeping up with his stride. Hisoka was wearing the school uniform. No matter what clothes you put on Hisoka, no matter how lame or simple, it always looks good on his delicate form. He still looks kawaii and young. He catches every girl's eyes whenever he walks by and wonders why Hisoka never paid attention to the opposite sex. maybe there was that time with Tsubaki. but the boy never talked about women. It's not as if Tsuzuki wants him to, but isn't it normal? Tsuzuki did. Maybe. some time ago.
Tsuzuki looks ahead.
"No, just irritated. Imagine me coming into the room drunk---"
"I can't. You have low tolerance on---"
Tsuzuki's humor had come back. Well his voice perked up a little, and his inu ears are starting to appear again.
"Shut up. But are you sure you'll be able to teach?"
Hisoka looked at the man's back as he fixed his red and silver tie.
"I'm going to be fine, really."
"If you say so."
Tsuzuki sighed. He hid a smile.
"What?"
"Nothing. I'm just a bit. Woozy."
"That's it. Back to the---"
"Cool down! I'll be okay!"
Tsuzuki smiled at Hisoka who had a scowl on his face.
"Just make sure. Or I'll do something you'll wish I won't."
"Hai. Hai. By the way, did you read any of those magazines?"
Tsuzuki peered at him. He was blushing slightly pink, his head bent and eyes on the ground.
"I tried. But I couldn't relate to all the girl wearing skimpy skirts and shirts and the guys wearing rags as clothes."
Tsuzuki stopped and pushed the elevator button to make it go up. He hid a wry smile as they waited.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hisoka's POV
This is the school? This school is big. Where could my classroom be? I wonder. I mean, the halls are like, huge. I got lost at the second floor because there were lots of twists and turns, stairs and rooms. It's just three things: It's either I have a very bad sense of direction; I'm just nervous, or just plainly agitated because of the fact that I never wanted to stay in another room again full of students. I'm not in the mood to even see them. The third one seems to be reasonable.
I looked at the piece of paper that was once straight before I clenched my fist. Hard.
"My classroom should be. Here. Aha.
I knocked. Teeth gritted, I placed a hand on the doorknob in front of me.
I opened the door and the first thing I saw was an attractive-looking lady holding up two beakers.
Chemistry.
"Fashionably late? I think that only applies oon parties young man. You should be Kurosaki Hisoka."
The lady drawled, spectacled eyes looking at me with boredom.
"Yes."
"Very well. Come in. Class this is your new classmate. Please be nice to him, if you could just take out that trait form the bottoms of your hearts and restrain yourselves from eating him. Alive. As if I don't remind you guys all the time a new student comes in."
"."
I never said a word. I just looked at them as if they were the aliens that had just arrived. Dagger looks are necessary to keep nosey students off your back and not blowing your cover. I searched the room for Takenori. Bingo. He's seated at the second row, near the door.
"Please sit down."
I walked at the very back of the room, where a chair was waiting for my ass to sit on. There were two chairs, one next to the wondow, and the other near the aisle. I chose the one near the aisle, as because I did not think the sun would feel good on my skin.
So, I marched. Dragging my feet and commanding it to proceed was very hard, for my mind and my feet had decided to take on the temptation to run away.
"Hey you. Looking good."
A girl, with short wavy hair and brown eyes winked at me. Yuck. Flirty. I did not reply. Better be safe. If I say thank you, I'll sound narcissistic and self-possessed. If I say buzz off, they'll gang on me. I do not want to hurt anyone on my first day of school.
So? I twitched the corners of my mouth just a little higher than before.
All the girls were meowing, purring and calling me. Well, the guys. They're saying hello. Though I really don't want to even hear a sound from them. And because of the stress Tsuzuki gave me last night, my barriers are quite low and I'm kind of having a hard time.
A guy with jet-black hair, and black eyes that shone like the night grabbed my sleeve. I pulled on my sleeve and walked away.
"Students." the teacher called out. The noise died down. "Mr. Yokohama. What're you doing again?" She sounded so immune to this that she was already bored of seeing this kind of thing.
"Just stay on your kind, stay on your business, and stay away from my girl. Deal? Then we'll be friends." He smiled, his yellowish teeth showing.
"I don't have plans. Besides, I did not ask your opinion, or your rules. Keep your hand off of me. Please."
"You think you're so tough, huh?"
He grabbed my collar. I just looked straight into his eyes, with no emotion.
"Yokohama, sit down. You always threaten new students. Stop or else I'll suggest to your coach AGAIN that you be suspended from the next game."
Exasperation was in the teacher's voice. Yokohama let go of my shirt.
Very unruly kids. The class was whispering. I caught some words. "First guy I ever saw to look Yokohama-san straight in the eyes. You know what happens right?"--- "First guy to ever talk back to him."--- It seems as if I just picked up a fight with the bully.
"Grrrr." Growled Yokohama when the teacher turned her back to write on the board. "I'll see you after class." He hissed.
As I said, this was the bully. I could take him down, any day, any place, Football jock or not, he's still mortal. Then again, I could lose my job. If I could just defy him, I would. I'll give him a piece of my mind. I figured if other people's emotions had effects on me, why don't I reverse the process?
I just hated jocks with lousy attitudes and very stupid personalities.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Second period came, third walked by. My head was still dull. Its either I didn't want to listen because I have been through this before, or its just that my head doesn't understand the subject. The first one is better. God, I've been through three years of highschool, give me a break. I was the one answering the questions for them, and they always looked at me incredulously. Only one guy didn't. That was Yokoham-san. If I could just slit his throat open and take out his vocal chords.
Algebra came. It kept me busy for a while. The clock ticked slowly. I'm not sure if it was just my imagination or not. I looked at the clock at the very back of the classroom, hanging on the wall. 5 more minutes, then lunch is here. Salvation.
There was a sudden knock on the door. Curious, I looked up. (More like instinctively.) The algebra teacher signaled for the class to go on with the seatwork. The algebra blocked a student form view, he gestured for him to come inside. No, it's a she. And She is not a student.
She declined. Long brown hair with a tinge of blond and auburn curling softly, eyes a clear emerald green. There were no signs of her being unusual. She was actually.
Pretty.
Okay, she is beautiful. Fine.
She has pale skin, just like porcelain. Actually, she looks like a doll. He r lips were a light shade of pink.
Hmmm. Nice curving--- Hisoka! Snap out of it! Mind your own business. She is none of your business. Curves are just right. Guys were starting to hoot. She didn't mind them and kept her business with the teacher.. Her eyes. were empty though.
There's nothing wrong with looking at the opposite sex, is there? These are one of those times I tried looking at women. Even in pictures. Wakaba and the others are different.
I looked at my problem on the sheet of paper my hand was trying to write the answers on. The bell rang. Lunch is here. I'm saved except for the ton of assignments that awaits my return. I'll have to research again and compute and compute. I really need to get to school early tomorrow, better start with a clean record.
I hope Tsuzuki won't be giving me an assignment.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tsuzuki's POV
"So. guys. and girls, please remember to read a little and listen more. To me, that is."
I am in my History class with the seventh graders, my second class. There was a knock on the door. The bell rang.
"Well, there's the bell. As a new teacher, I won't give any assignments for the rest of the week. Class dismissed. Have a nice day."
The class cheered.
Hisoka came in. So he was the one knocking at the door. He looked as if he was ready to kill. His aura burned.
"I am going to quit this case, if you don't fail this particular student, I will! If I or you can't I might do something he will wish I hadn't, so better move him away from me."
"Whoa! Cool! What happened?"
"This particular jock is getting on my nerves. No respect. No respect for older---"
"You're actually admitting that you are old?"
"No! Hey. are you trying desperately to piss me off?"
Hisoka looked so cute when he's irritated. Yup, I was.
"Iie. Continue."
"Well, he warns me to generally stay away from his business and his girl, as if I want to hit on her. She was the one purring at me on second period."
"So.?"
I walked outside the door and followed the ever so furious Hisoka who walked swiftly, every stride thrust with anger. He explained what happened.
"I talked back at him when he said that. You know me. Then yadda yadda yadda. Result? "You think you're so tough, huh? Grrr. I'll see you after class.""
Hisoka mimicked with exaggeration. disgust exuding from his voice.
"Well. what do you want me to do?"
I looked at him. He was really pissed. This is his first day and he's starting to act like a kid and picks up a fight. Very un-Hisoka-like, but he still has his aggressive "I-don't care" attitude and spunk.
"."
I stared at him. I steered to the left to go to the cafeteria. He followed. He was very red in the face when I looked back at him, and was scowling. His aura was still burning fiery red. Meaning, stay away.
"We can't do anything to him. That's going to be. wrong. 'Soka-chan, you're acting as if you don't know better. Act maturely. This is just a kid. You're a 23-yr.-old. He's just, what? 15? Don't sink to his level."
"What about after class?"
"Don't fight. I mean, face him, with confidence and don't do anything. Just talk."
"Be a chicken then?"
Hisoka whined. He was really peeved by this jock. But I can't do anything.
"You are not a coward. But think, look, we'll get fired if you accidentally let loose your power on him. And I would definitely get killed again If I let loose Byakko or Suzaku on him."
"."
"Only cowards fight the weak. And those who does not want to fight."
"Ahhh!!!"
He stomped his feet. Sat down on a chair and continued to sulk.
"Trust me on this."
He looked at me with those beautiful green eyes and thick, lush lashes.
He tried to smile.
I grinned. Kawaii. Just kawaii.
"You want cake?"
Hisoka suggested.
"Absolutely."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Thud.
Creeeeaaal. Creeeaaak. Cla-thud.
"You called?"
Swish. Swish. Swish.
"Yes."
"."
"You are going to move. Be closer. Be it."
"."
"Food?"
"No thank you."
"Found anything yet?"
"None."
"Seduce."
"My pleasure."
"How's your day going?"
"Fine. But pissed."
"Why?"
"I'd rather not talk about it."
"Punch it. Shoot it."
".Can't."
"Jodan dake. I'm not serious."
"May I go now?"
"Yes. Be careful. Do not make a mistake. Keep your eyes open."
"I know. I won't. I'll be."
"Close the door. Do not be seen."
"Yes."
"Au revoir."
"Au revoir."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tsuzuki's POV
Run! Run! I'm going to be late for my next class! That's Hisoka's class. Apparently, Takenori Tsuneo is one of his classmates. Good. But if I get late, Hisoka's not going to be too happy about this. Besides, I want to get a good look at that jock.
So?
I just don't want to defy him, especially not today, and definitely not after that jock-thing. Though he really looks cute when pissed. As I ran through the hall, I sensed a strong wave of power emanating from somewhere. That made me stop on my tracks.
I looked around.
No one was there. The hall was empty. The teachers and students are in their classrooms, meaning I should be running faster. I can't teleport. I'm on Earth. In a school.
A girl suddenly descended one of the side stairs, causing me to careen out of her way. She didn't flinch one bit. She just stood there and waited for me to avoid her. I sensed something wrong with her. Then that feeling vanished. Was Hisoka's power rubbing off on me?
I skidded to a stop.
Before I could even say sorry, she spoke.
"No need to apologize. I know."
She simply said. I saw her face switch from a smile to a little worried then back again. Maybe I was just imagining it, but she did emanate a strange aura.
She's not even one of the students. I smiled at her and bid her good-by. Need to go to Hisoka's class. Now!
A/N: Hello. Chapter 3 is here. Still trying to finish chapter four. I haven't finished the after school meeting with the jock. Still fixing parts. BTW I'm writing a fanfic on Ayashi no Ceres, please read it and please be kind to give reviews! It really perks me up! Your comments and suggestions are welcome to my humble mind.
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