Chapter 4: Every little thing
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A/N: This chapter might not be that good… Please do not kill me. ***
A/N: Chapter 3: Defy you- Offspring Chapter 4: Every little thing: Dishwalla ***
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Please do not kill me. ^_^*
Chapter 4: Every little thing
Hisoka's POV
I almost used a fuda on that--- that--- ass! He really makes me run after his blood. It was a VERY good thing that I have successfully palliated the intensity of my ire. Thank God. At least I could sack out later with my conscience guiltless.
He approached a while ago, telling me, "It's time." And dragged me to the school grounds out of my seat in the library at around 3:30 pm. Right now, he's jabbing right at me; me, on the other hand, is eluding his weak attacks. I might be underestimating him and might have some very good punches… If you call his mere movement of the arms punching… so I'm ready just in case. Just in case.
"Stay out of this guys!" He looked at his teammates, all ready to tackle me down. "I can handle this myself."
"Come on! Why--- aren't--- you--- trying--- to--- hit--- me?!" He asked, in between punches.
"Because. I if I do, I might just knock you off, dead cold."
I'm serious! I figured out just a week ago, that if other people's feelings have an effect on my system, why couldn't I use my feelings to send it out as an offense? Because I know that people feel other's emotions even though they are not empathic. It's a natural thing. I might accidentally hit him with one of my spells… or worse, a curse. I know a few, so if I suddenly burst out, I might get demoted… Worse, expelled. (I'm sounding like Hermione Granger here… am I not?)
"Then why don't you? Or are you trying to make up an excuse for your lame fighting skills?"
"Believe me, you don't want me to fight you."
"All talk, no work! Just do it! Asshole!"
"I might be called the coward if I do."
He looked at me, totally confused.
"Wouldn't that be the other way around?"
He paused to kick me, aimlessly. People have surrounded us and were quietly listening while we fought. Or at least, while he desperately tried to hit me, I desperately wanted to hit me. Even just once.
"No."
"Why is that?"
"Because only those who fight the WEAK are COWARDS."
I made sure to emphasize those two words. It took him some time to digest what I just said, that he stood there, looking at me as if I just said something in Spanish. The others were also looking at me, thinking. I let my barrier down a little, trying to feel their emotions: Confused. But only one girl got the message positively. She was grinning.
"Why you fucking little bitch!"
I think he took it negatively; misunderstood what I was trying to say… He attacked all so suddenly that I was almost hit. Almost. His fist grazed a part of my arm. I saw Tsuzuki in the crowd as I wheeled around to dodge his outstretched arm. The students didn't notice that a teacher was in their vicinity. Tsuzuki was just watching. He did shake his head about my statement, but he had this smile that was either amused or…
I suddenly fell on my back. Gasps.
His fist didn't do much damage on my chest and neither did the force of his punch. What made me fall was the intensity of his emotions. In the corner of my eye, Tsuzuki flinched.
This imbecile, impersonating a jock, was laughing. I stayed on the ground until he turned his back on me and rejoiced. Laugh all you want. Ha. His emotions weren't that extreme. He's just stupid enough to give me time to regain myself. I stood up swiftly, and when he turned around, I hit him on the nose.
It was instinct. What could I do? I was planning to just stand up and laugh with him. But my hand punched him instead. I was planning to tell him off and explain my statement… Subconscious took over me for a while…
Guilty still, I guess.
He was on the ground. Dead cold. Knocked out. Uh-oh… First day of school, first day of our case and I hit a high school kid.
The crowd cheered. First time to ever hit him, I guess, and first time to ever see him on the ground, knocked out by a 'weak' guy.
Tsuzuki ran to me, did a quick memory-relinquishing spell, picked up the jock and grabbed me by the waist and teleported us to the infirmary. With one very quick and smooth move.
"…"
I sat quietly on the sofa and looked outside the window. The students that surrounded us earlier were talking to each other, asking what they were doing there and where are the two guys who were supposed to knock each other's winds out.
"Hey."
I looked up. Tsuzuki sat down beside me.
"Hey." I casually said, looking away.
"When I said that you should talk to him and tell him that only cowards fight the weak, did you understand what I meant?"
"Of course I did. What're you thinking? I'm not as stupid like him. He was the one who took it negatively and chose to fight more. Look what happened."
Tsuzuki smiled an uneasy one. Not sure of what to do or say.
"Thanks anyway."
I fixed my gaze on him again. He looked so surprised of what I just said. Its not that I don't really say thank you or something, I just don't say it all the time… ^_^*
"Oh… 'Bout what?"
"Helping me out earlier."
"Hmmm… Thank me over cake, will you please?"
The inu was back. And still had a sense of humor and hyperactive genki-ness.
"Oh no you don't. You will not touch my card, or my wallet."
The inu whimpered on my feet. Well, I must say that his acting improved and that his big puppy eyes really made you feel guilty for not saying 'ok' to his request…
"But I can add a few more pieces to the usual number of doughnuts you consume every morning---"
His eyes brightened.
"---But because you came late and drunk last night, you still get half a dozen."
His ears drooped.
"Thanks anyway." He smiled.
You can't argue with it. He looks so kawaii. Makes you wanna give him a dozen more doughnuts. But he did what has been done… Oh well.
The nurse came out from behind one of the curtains that hid the kid from view.
"He's going to be fine." The nurse said. "What happened?"
"Fell from the stairs."
Tsuzuki winked at me.
"Oh… Well, you could leave him now."
"Thank you."
I stood up and went outside the door, and into the hall.
"'Soka-chan! Wait up!"
"I'm headed for the dorm."
"Do you even know where it is?"
I stopped.
"…No."
Tsuzuki chuckled. "Come on."
* * * *
Knock. Knock.
"Come in."
"How's it?"
"Fine. Might put up a fight though."
"What's my job for then?"
"Ooooh… Right. But you do it by yourself. Nobody can and will."
"Just prepare the things we need."
"One slight problem."
"What is it?"
"There might be some--- you know what…"
"You keep an eye for them, then."
"All right! Thanks!"
"Just do it discreetly… Okay?"
"Mm-hmmm!" (Nods.)
Door slams close.
* * * *
Tsuzuki's POV
(Back at the hotel.)
Yoshi! Another day completed! Thank goodness Hisoka's not angry with me. I am definitely sure that he did not hear me say I love you last night. Good. No need to go to Tatsumi today. Or tomorrow. Or---yawn!
Hisoka really knocked that jock off his feet and really meant what he said. He can really knock anybody down, dead cold.
I put a pillow over my head as I laze down on my bed. Time to let my head ease. Teaching can be quite strenuous. A distant ringing echoed through the room. Was that the phone?
I lifted the pillow. RRRIIIINGGG!
It is the phone.
I stood up and looked for it. Where is it? Oh. So that's where it is: Under Hisoka's beddings lying forgotten on the floor.
"Hello?"
The line was busy. That was odd. The caller hung up on me.
Sigh.
I let myself fall on the bed a closed my eyes. I just hope Hisoka's going to be fine. Every little thing about him makes me wanna hug him close right now, whisper sweet nothings in his ear. I love him so. Maybe time will tell. Time will decide when he will be ready.
Every little thing he does concerns me… Whether he might get hurt or not… I worry. Every little detail of his face makes me wanna touch it and run my fingers down the delicate skin of his body. Every little sound he makes, makes me turn around and check up on him. I might be out of my mind.
I am going insane. Maybe not. But I love him so… That's what counts. That's all I need to know.
Good night dear world. God, please take care of my Hisoka for me…
* * * *
Morning.
Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep bee---crash.
Groan.
"What the--- 7:30 am?!" Hisoka screamed.
He had overslept! His class starts at 8:00 am and he just woke up. He usually wakes up an hour before he needs to leave or go to the office and---
"Stupid alarm clock." Hisoka rushes to the showers, towel, and uniform in his arms. He opens the door and runs.
15 minutes later, he emerges form the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hair, and runs back to his room, grabs his things and before descending the stairs, he takes off the towel and brushes his hair.
He still reached hi first class in time to see Ms.- to drool-over-lady-teaching-Chemistry-class.
Yokohama was the first one to greet him as he sat down.
"Well hello… I don't know what happened yesterday, on why we weren't able to fight… but I heard that you did something to me."
Hisoka just looked at Yokohama. Yokohama had a bandage over his nose.
"It seems that you found me yesterday. The nurse said you and a teacher found me when I fell down the stairs."
"So?"
"Well… I guess… I owe you. But you still owe me a fight!"
"Yokohama, sit down or else I'm going to fail you in my class and ask your coach to suspend you from your next game!"
Hisoka rolled his eyes. He opened a notebook and started to jot down the lectures and the formulas the teacher was writing on the board. A few minutes later, he felt as if someone was watching him… Or them…
Two eyes were indeed searching the classroom, and Hisoka felt its presence. He looked around. No one was there.
But what Hisoka did not see, was a pair of blue skies, curious as it is, hiding in the shadows…
"Kurosaki, please tell us the chemical make up of this particular object."
Hisoka looked at the teacher. He then stood up and explained, but his senses aware of the presence of this said entity. He finished, sat down and continued to search the room. After a few minutes, he gives up, convinces himself that it was just his imagination.
But the blue orbs kept on staring… (Aki: It's creeping me out also… Brrr…)
* * * *
Second period.
"Good morning guys." The teacher greeted them as he entered the room at 9:00 am.
The class automatically stood up. The students were obviously surprised to see a new teacher casually greet them in English. "A new teacher. Again." Whispers reached Hisoka's ears.
"As you can see, I am a new teacher here." The teacher flipped his long hair, the color of dark chocolate, over his shoulder, smiling at the stunned students. He chuckled.
"Come on, you can sit down." The teacher sat on the table. "So, I want to know your names. Oops. Sorry." The teacher cleared his throat and said again. "Sorry about that. I keep on forgetting. Please tell me your names."
One girl, stood up and gladly introduced herself. Then another, and another, and another student introduced his or herself. The girls were looking at him with desire for his lush lips…
The teacher was undeniably beautiful. A biseinen… That teaches English and knows 7 languages… And will teach English class at their school… I could just melt.
Hisoka's turn was up. The class looked at him, expecting him to say something.
He let out an exasperated sigh, and said: "Kurosaki Hisoka. 16 yrs. Old. New student." And sat down again.
"Thank you. Now, it is my turn to introduce myself." He stood up and walked around the room, his hair trailing behind him as if the wind blew through it every time he walked. Every little thing about him was fascinating in the eyes of Hisoka's classmates, but he did not see any reason to adore the man.
"I am Kori Anderson. Obviously, am not pure Japanese. I will be teaching English and French. Well, my mother is purely Japanese, father an American with a bit of French in his blood. I was born there, in France, and grew up half my life in Provence but I lived my thirteen years here."
Seeing the class' attention on him, he continued to walk about, his green eyes searching each of the students' face. He smiled.
"Questions?"
"How old are you sensei?" Yuka the black-haired girl next to Yokohama the stupid jock's Miki asked. Hisoka rolled his eyes. What a question to ask an English teacher. If Hisoka were Yuka, he would've asked something related to the subject.
"Guess."
"19?"
"Too young."
The class started saying numbers.
16, 19, 34, 33, 45, even 50 was in the list of numbers. The teacher laughed.
"23."
"You look like you're just 16 or 17!" Yuka said. Hisoka had to admit it. He is a biseinen. Though he looked out the window, he did notice the sensei's face…
"Sensei---"
"Please call me Kori."
"Kori-san,"
"Just Kori."
"Kori-sempai---" Kori smiled despite the –sempai. "--- will the lessons be hard?" Hisoka heard one guy ask.
"Not exactly."
Hisoka decided to not listen anymore.
Again, the feeling of being watched crept over Hisoka's senses. He looked around once more. A flash of blue disappeared from the shadows outside the corridor. He watched the hall out the window. The eyes were gone. But he was sure there was a pair of blue eyes somewhere near the water fountain in the corner under the stairs…
And as Hisoka looks away and fixes his gaze upon the teacher again, the eyes open up… staring at a particular person… and that is not Hisoka…
* * * *
The sun is burning that afternoon at lunch. Hisoka heaved a big sigh. "Tsuzuki… Where are you?" He searched the cafeteria, the library, the infirmary, the computer lab, and the science lab… almost everywhere. But he couldn't find the inu.
Hisoka walked the school grounds. He finally sat down under a tree and propped a magazine open. Yes, a magazine that Tsuzuki had given him two days ago.
His face was looking okay at first… But when he reached the other pages, he slammed it shut. He let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and tried not to think.
A few minutes later, he heard a scream. His eyes open. Reflex action is a very wonderful thing that God gave us. His worked pretty well. He had outstretched his arms just in time to catch a little girl that fell from the tree where he was sitting under.
A pair of orbs that reflected the sky above stared at him. "I'm sorry…"
Hisoka let her down. "What were you doing up this tree anyway?"
"I was… I was reading and when I stood up, I lost my balance and fell." The black-haired, blue-eyed grade school kid said.
"Girls like you shouldn't be up there." Hisoka said, feeling like a big brother.
"I'm sorry… I really needed to go somewhere I can call my own…"
Hisoka couldn't help but feel a little… pity on the kid. She must be a new kid.
"Are you a new student?"
"Hai… Sempai, I'm sorry…"
"What's your name?" Hisoka brushed off some leaves on the kid's braided locks.
"Anderson… Claire Anderson…" The kid fixed her uniform.
"Anderson?" Hisoka's English teacher is named Anderson.
"Yes. I have an onii-chan here! His name is---"
"Kori Anderson. AM I right?"
"Hai!!! He's my brother! How do you know him, ---?"
"He's my teacher. My name is Kurosaki Hisoka."
"Ah… Hisoka-sempai… Thank you…" Claire said. "But how am I going to get my book up there? I can't climb again… My leg hurts…"
"I'll go get it." (Aki: Aww… Hi-chan is so sweet…)
Hisoka climbed the tree with ease and brought down the book. "Here you go."
"Arigato, Hisoka-sempai!" She clasped two little hands on the book and started to walk to the playground. But she stopped to bend forward and check up on her leg. "Ow…"
Hisoka scooped her up in his arms. "I'll bring you to the infirmary. Whether you like it or not, you have to let the nurse look at it." He smiled. (Aki: Aww… How adorable… Ite! Ow!)
"… Thank you…" Claire said, giving Hisoka a hug.
"Do you have any more siblings here?"
"Just Kori-chan…"
First floor, second floor, third floor… Infirmary.
Hisoka settled the kid on a bed and called the doctor.
"Arigato semapi…"
"You're welcome." Hisoka smiled at the kid.
* * * *
Meanwhile… Somewhere in JuuOhChou…
"WHAT?!" Exclaimed a shocked Tsuzuki. "Can you please tell me again what this is all about?"
"Tsuzuki, what's gotten into you? It's just a mistake. Watari didn't know… We didn't know…" Tatsumi tried to explain the folder's content. Tsuzuki was called from his class earlier by Tatsumi, asking him to come to the office because of some change of plans.
"But…But…" Tsuzuki said. He looked at the folder once more and sighed.
"I'm sorry, I know you're taking this case seriously and---" Watari was cut off.
"It's not because you made a mistake Watari--- I'm sorry for blowing off like that… It's just that…"
"What?" Tatsumi asked the man before him, blue eyes full of curiosity.
Tsuzuki sighed.
"We were mislead… This assassin made us think that it's Takenori… But it's not him he's after." Watari said.
"Well… I need to think of a way to tell Hisoka about this." Tsuzuki said.
"Explain." Tasumi said. "Over tea, of course. And you too, Watari-kun."
Watari blushed at the –kun but hid it from Tsuzuki.
* * * *
Hisoka finished the day, stressed. Well, because of schoolwork. This school assigned few, yet hard assignments and even Hisoka has a hard time doing it.
He retired in his dorm room at around 4:30. He ascended the stairs of the west wing where the dormitories were located. He marched until he arrived at room 301.
"Salvation." Hisoka murmured. He opens it. He was surprised to see a folder on his bed.
It was from Tsuzuki.
He opens the folder. On the first page, he read off "Case information." With Tsuzuki's handwriting at the bottom saying:
'Soka-chan,
Please do not kill me, or Watari… There had been slight changes and this is not my fault. Gomen…
Tsuzuki Asato
"What is this…" Hisoka flipped the page and read. When he arrived at the third page, he screamed.
No, not in pain, or gladness, he screamed because of anger.
* * * *
That night, Tsuzuki kept on thinking about Hisoka. He doesn't know if he'll be able to taste another doughnut in his life again tomorrow… He was sure that anybody would be outraged to find out that…
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Tsuzuki! What is the meaning of this?" Hisoka's voice was furious, that even Tsuzuki could feel the flames from his spirit.
"Gome ne… I didn't know also… we were tricked…"
"No, I will not do this! Never! No!" Hisoka slammed the phone.
Tsuzuki settled the receiver on its hook and sighed.
"Yare yare desu ne…" He murmured. He tried top sleep.
"God, please help…"
* * * *
Midnight.
The windows were open; the moon's pale light crept along the features of the living soul resting on its bed.
The covers lay forgotten on the dusty floor of the chamber, the lights gone and the noises fade into the coldness and stillness of the evening.
Solitude.
The wind blows through the fabric of silk that covers the delicate skin, flawless as it is, on the body of the youth that has been engulfed by its own mind. The virus crept into its system and poisoned it, making it see what it has been fearing and what it has been afraid to do, showing the past that still haunts the cavern of despair it calls its mind.
It writhes in pain. Hair tangled and strewn over its sheets, scattered on its own body. Its features suddenly contort; it is suffering from its visions, a dream, illusion, whim, a fantasy… a brutal version of these…
A nightmare.
It tries to scream; yet its voice seems to be drowned in its own spirit. It is trapped inside its own maze.
Its arms keep on thrashing, but the mortals do not hear a sound, for the entity could not scream. Its voice is drowned.
Tears spill form its closed eyes, its breathing becomes heavy, warm… and it cries, and it cries, but its sobs still unheard, for it is just a mere echoing sound that can be only heard inside its own mind…
And at last, it find the opening, and it lets it lets its voice out, screams… it bellows the pain and the suffering… it shrieks and wails its grief into the still air.
It grasps at the air, yet there was no one there, afraid to open its eyes, afraid to see the nightmare… the living nightmare, afraid to see the blood in its hands…
* * * *
The doors flung open, one by one. The people came out of their rooms to find the source of the screams. They arrive at the room. Yet they cannot come in. They open the door to see a horrible and pitiful sight.
A tangle of brown, blond hair, a delicate skin bleeding under the light of the pale moon judging its living days; and all they could do is watch the creature writhe and scratch and hurt itself.
Struggling through the sea of people, one man swept the carpet as if he was flying, rushing to the side of the creature. It draws it close, requesting the people to retreat. Only one girl stayed to watch, tears falling, trying to remain its composure, and finally retreats into its own chamber.
The man embraces the creature, restraining it from hurting it self more. He cries with it. It is in agony. The sobs finally disperse.
He fixes his gaze on its face. Pity, love, care clearly shown over its features… He tightens his grip. The breathing steadies… It's whimpering disperses… He warms the coldness of the youth in his arms. He soothes the pain. The thrashing arms fall on his side, embracing him. The two stayed like that underneath a tangle of sheets and hair, the wind blowing through the windows, caressing their bodies; and he tightens his grip even more.
He rocks the youth back and forth, mother-like, and tries to let it sleep again.
It sighs. And at last, it falls into its slumber. It's suffering has ended again.
The light of the moon shone on them. And he hears an echoing sound.
"Thank you."
The words echoed through his head, but it did not pass through his ears. It was not said with any voice. But through the heat of the entity gave out.
"Thank you…"
"You're welcome." The man said.
~To be continued~
A/N: Hey peeps! Yoshi! Chapter 4 finished! Thanks for your reviews! I hope to hear from you guys again! Any comments are accepted.
A/N: I might not be able to write in a few days… I'll be uploading it very soon. Till then! Ja!
P.S. Please do not kill me. ^_^*