Still Unnamed Fushigi Yuugi based Fic...
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, YYH, or the book (whatever book I end up using)
Author's note; Welcome to my newest story! This is another attempt at something that isn't absolute insanity. I've fiddled around with ages and, as I like everyone's seishi names, I've used those for first names and their real names for their last names. I guess it's kind of a stereotypical fic, but I felt like writing something that focused on the age gap between Tasuki and Chichiri. It's been a long time since I was in school, so forgive the awkwardness in my portrayal of high school life. Also, have fun picking out the random characters from other shows that I've placed around here!
Chapter 1"So, um, Mr. Houjun..." Mr. Still Has No Name, principal of Konan High, trailed off under the steady gaze of a single mahogany eye. His eyes flicked to the scar that sealed the man's other eye shut. Chichiri smiled a trifle nervously. The principal sighed as he led the substitute to his class. With Mrs. Urameshi out on maternity leave and subs scare, the school had to settle for what they could get. And what they could get was a blue haired kid barely out of college.
Mr. Still Has No Name swung open the door to American Literature, revealing a rowdy group of teenagers. "Quiet down!" He snapped. Most of the students ceased their horsing around and took their seats, though a few at the back of the room ignored the order and continued talking. Shaking his head at the boys, the principal cleared his throat. "This is Mr. Houjun, he will be teaching this class while Mrs. Urameshi is on leave." A few of the girls were already giving the handsome young teacher googly eyes and sighing. A few of the guys glared at this, but most of them seemed to take the new teacher's youth and unorthodox appearance as a sign that he would be easy going and class work would be minimal.
The blue haired young man smiled pleasantly at his new students, "Good morning, no da!" The assembled teenagers stared dumbfoundedly at Mr. Houjun before bursting into giggles. After a few moments the laughter died down and the principal left Chichiri at the mercy of his new class. Unfazed by the kids' reaction to his little speech idiosyncrasy, he sat himself at the desk and pulled out the roll sheet.
Tasuki spared the principal a glance when he first entered the room before going back to his discussion on shoplifting with Kouji. His attention was pulled again from the conversation by a cheerful voice followed by laughter. Chartreuse eyes finally settled on the cause of the commotion. The first thing he noticed was the hair. Baby blue, shorn close to the skull with the exception of a short rattail at the back and a section that fanned upwards like an incomplete mow hawk at the front. 'Heh,' he thought, 'now I've seen everything.'
Roll call was fairly uneventful, a few students answered to each other's names, but that was no big deal. Eventually they would forget that they were pretending to be someone else and the whole ruse would go straight to hell. Mr. Houjun had gone over the sheaf of notes given to him by Mrs. Urameshi and knew where they had left off in their studies. Thankfully, she had been mindful to have their previous book finished and a new one lined up for him before she left. A large cardboard box sat at the edge of the desk, filled with slightly battered paperback novels.
Chichiri debated getting right into the lesson, remembering when he'd had substitutes and the silly 'getting to know the class' games they would play. No one ever really enjoyed those.
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A/N: I've almost no information on school in Japan and would rather not try to look up such things. I'm just too lazy. So, American school for them! Hahahahaha!! ::coughs:: I'll just step away from the keyboard now.
This isn't a complete chapter by any means and I obviously still have to name the principal. I was gonna name him after my Oniichan...but he would probably kill me.