Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own . . . um, I own . . .
crap . . . What do I own? Can someone help me here?
KKC: Last chapter sucked . . . Guess that's what I get for waiting until the last minute to get it done. Anyways, thank you to all my reviewers (all one of 'em!).
Grimoire: You know, I wonder why people don't review. They put your story on their favorites list and never review to tell you how you're doing!
KKC: Too true. Well, BladeDream, I'll be glad to put you in my fic, I'll try to fit you in by chapter twenty-one(chapters 19 and 20 are going to cover the actual journey to the dragon's den). Oh, and if any of you want to be in as a minor or side character just tell me the name, age, appearance, what they usually wear, personality, and any special skills or attacks they might have. I can put you in as students or maybe even a teacher.
*cue collective gasp from readers*
Grimoire: Are you sure it's a good idea? What about torturing the characters and Mary-Sues and self-inserts and-
KKC: Can it, Grimmy. I'm trying to get some reviews and characters for the rest of the school year. *coughs* So, if you want in, send the info by review or e-mail message. And please try to be original. I don't want a million beautiful, female, fox or cat-demons that can control fire. Cumulus academy is a school for all races, so lets try and mix up the students a bit, hm? It's even better if you give your character a weird trait or personality flaw.
Grimoire: Yes, like how you can't stand getting wet, KKC.
KKC: How is that weird?
Grimoire: All the tests you take on Quizilla end up with you being more like the water element than anything else.
KKC: Than I'm a dry water elemental-type person . . . yeah. And now, let's quit the senseless drivel and go onto chapter eighteen!
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"Justin, Suzuka is not out to get you."
"I swear he is! How many times did he send me falling into a pit of water last period?! I counted, five times! Five!"
"Just because he takes pleasure in scaring the living daylights out of you doesn't mean he has a grudge against 'ya." Yusuke explained, not really believing himself. Justin shrugged off his friend and muttered something under his breath, walking ahead as he did so. Chrysanthemum sighed and followed her roommate, finally grabbing onto his sleeve and halting him. "Justin, wait. Suzuka isn't a bad teacher or anything, he's just . . . different. Give it a while, hm?"
"Like Hell I will! If that asshole tries to dunk me one more time, I'm gonna blow his classroom!"
"You are NOT, do you hear me, not going to set off fireworks in the teacher's lounge again." She said, reinforcing her grip on the human's collar, her pupils detracting to thin slits. Justin shoved her off and stormed towards his algebra class. Yusuke could just barely pick up a shushed "Whatever." As his friend made his PO'd way to class. "Oi, ain't he the moody one?"
Yusuke jumped as the wind master floated next to him, sitting Indian-style. "Er, yeah, he is."
"Don't blame him. Do you know Suzuka dumped him five times last class?"
"He told me, but I didn't count." Yusuke said, shouldering his stuffed backpack and walking down the brick pathway to Ryo's tower classroom.
Yusuke opened the door and immediately shivered. The stone tower was drafty and cold, almost to the point of freezing. Lyonell walked in right behind the Japanese human and his tawny gold fur bristled. "Man, this ain't right. Let's leave, now." Rogerik rolled his eyes and pushed his friends out of the way. "Nothing's wrong, see?" The blonde flipped the light switch, triggering the booby trap of all booby traps.
Water poured from every crevice in the stone and mortar room, pooling around the student's feet. Lyonell tried to run back out, but the stairs slanted into a steep slope and the thick wooden door slammed shut, trapping the boys inside. Metal bars slid down over the windows, on the inside and outside; the doors to the large bat hutch flew open and the twenty or so giant bats flew out, circling around the room and screeching at the top of their lungs. Stacks of paper and various pieces office equipment flew around the room, directed mostly at Yusuke, Rogerik, and Lyonell's heads. The three boys flipped over two desks and ducked behind them, watching as the large Kelpie skeleton, one of the many skeletons Ryo had hung from the ceiling, broke free of its metal hangings and started to gallop in the air around the trashed classroom.
"Well, was I right or was I right?"
"Okay, you were right!"
"I tell you it's a bad idea, but you're all 'Oh no, he can't be right. Why trust Lyonell-"
"OKAY! YOU WERE RIGHT! HAPPY NOW?!" Rogerik yelled, and Lyonell gave him a genuine chesire-cat grin. "Very." He replied. Needless to say, Yusuke and Rogerik face faulted. Yusuke quickly recovered and peered over the top of the overturned desk. "Man, we are so dead when Ryo finds out about this." Rogerik looked over at the giant, soaking wet mess and ducked down for a second to avoid the skeleton kelpie's bleached hooves. "Ryo will kill us? I think its more likely that we're either going to drown or get a letter opener through the head. DUCK!"
"Huh?" Rogerik grabbed Yusuke's collar and dived down, just as another of Ryo's skeleton models, this one was a large water fowl of some kind, flew over their heads, flapping it's long, fragile wind bones in the nonexistent breeze. Lyonell pointed to the skeleton as it flew by. "I think it's a swan." He said.
"Wha? That doesn't matter! What matters is what's gonna happen to us! We're trapped in a classroom full of water up to our knees in the middle of December with a bunch of killer staplers after us!"
"Killer staplers?" Rogerik asked Yusuke. The Japanese student sighed and replied, "It was an exaggeration, okay?"
"Oh, but I rather like the idea . . ." A feminine voice from the shadowy corners of the room said, right before a battalion of staplers flew out from the cabinets and started to shoot staples at the three boys. "Who the hell is that?!" Yusuke yelled, earning himself a glare from Lyonell. "You know," the cat demon muttered, "Not everyone is nearly as deaf as you." Rogerik was about to tell them both to shut up when a chilly presence made itself known behind the three boys. Slowly, shivering from the intense cold, Lyonell, Yusuke, and Rogerik turned to confront the mischievous being.
"W-w-what's the big idea?" Lyonell angrily asked, well, as angrily as a soaking wet and chilly cat could seem. "What idea? I was bored, and decided to visit my old school."
"Your old school?"
"Yep! I'm Felicia! I've been sleeping for over two hundred years and . . ."
"Whoa! Wait a minute! Sleeping? For two hundred years?! The hell are you?" Yusuke yelled, Lyonell glaring at him yet again. "Quiet, Yusuke, or I'll rip your voice box out."
"It's a sad story, really. Y'see, at school I never stopped talking-"
"We know that already. Get to the point."
"Hmph! Who taught you your manners, cat? In my day we would be put in the stocks for such rude language!"
"Whatever. Who awakened you?" Rogerik testily asked, peeved at the spirit's tendency to float within his own personal bubble of space. Felicia started to fade out of view, muttering something under her breath (wait, she's a ghost. How do ghosts mutter under their breath?). "Hey, Felicia! Don't even think about leaving! If Ryo finds his room in a mess we're-"
"Oh, you're in Ryo's class?" The sixteen-year-old girl instantly pooped back into view, hearts in her eyes and little doves singing love tunes flying around her head. Yusuke sweatdropped at the ghost's little display of affection and asked, "You know him?"
"Know him? I had the biggest crush on him! Ooh! Does he remember me? Huh?! Does he? Does he?!" Felicia squealed, clasping her hands and floating eagerly in front of Yusuke.
"Never mentioned you."
"Figures . . ." she dejectedly mumbled, softly falling to the flooded floor, which was now up almost half-way to the boys' waists. The kelpie skeleton once again galloped their way and the boys ducked as the hooves furiously pounded the air, and it ran right through Felicia, still gloomy. "Ryo never like me . . . Always running away and hanging out with Rumiko Fujiwara . . ." Meanwhile, while Lyonell and Yusuke listened to the ghost's sob story, Rogerik was busy using his PK to open the lock on the thick wooden door. With a satisfying click, it swung open and Rogerik motioned over to his friends. Leaving the forgotten spirit in Ryo's classroom, they cautiously slid down the steep tower slope and locked the front door behind them.
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Ryo looked up from the book he was reading as the three students nervously opened the door and filed in, the three boys were soaked to the bone and shivering from the chilly December air. "Well, didn't you get the notice I sent over the loudspeaker?" the elfish demon asked. The rest of Yusuke, Lyonell, and Rogerik's class mates continued to work on their Latin papers, used to such interruptions by now. Yusuke gritted his teeth and tried to be polite. "No, sir. We went to the tower and got trapped in there-"
"You went to the tower?" Ryo asked, cocking an eyebrow. Lyonell sighed and tried to explain. "Like Yusuke said, we didn't catch the announcement. By the time we stepped in the door, we were trapped."
"I see . . ."
"Yeah. Do you know you have a lovesick ghost haunting your class?" At Lyonell's words, a few heads looked up from their paperwork in curiosity. Ryo sighed and replied, "Yes, Lyonell, I do. Class is going to be held in this room until Michealangelo can set her to rest once again."
"Oh . . . hey, she asked about you. Said you were her school crush or something . . ." Yusuke muttered the last part, but by now the entire class was interested. The elfin teacher blushed a tad and pointed to the boy's seats. "Get to work."
"So, is it true-"
"Now, Yusuke! Page one-twenty five! Go!"
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Lark hastily shoved the sheet music in her bag and ran down the steps of Gregorian Hall, having just finished her violin classes. She smoothed out her pleated mini-skirt as she hurried down the linoleum hall, her boot heels clicking on the waxed floor. Coming over to the staircase, the water- manipulator waved to Holly and bounded down the steps, taking them as fast as she could in three-inch heels. "Hey, careful!" The witch called, just before Lark tripped, violin case and messenger bag flying as she stumbled. Desperate for any handhold, Lark grabbed at the nearest person in front of her, taking both of them for a tumble down the stairs.
Holly watched in amusement as Lark grabbed onto the shoulder of a surprised Rogerik, making them both fall down the flight of heavily carpeted stairs. Much to the young girl's surprise, Lark found herself in a most uncomfortable position indeed, sprawled out on the floor, a stunned Rogerik landing on top of her with his head on her chest. "Would you GET OFF?!" She screeched. Rogerik merely blinked at the good fortune that had befallen him and replied, "Nah, too comfy." Of course, maybe he should have just have gotten up rather than get a block of violin rosin in the mouth for the earlier comment.
Lark stormed away from the thrashed Rogerik, pissed as hell. Her black hair had fallen out of its loose bun and her blue eyes maliciously glinted. Picking up her bags, she mumbled, "You, ooh just you wait! I'm gonna leave you stranded on a deserted island."
"Hopefully with the cast of Baywatch, right?" Rogerik politely asked, apparently haven gotten the rosin out of his mouth. Lark tried to say something, anything, but for once in her life she was speechless. Shooting her roommate a deathglare, of which she had learned from Hiei, Lark turned on her heel and stalked out of the building, Holly following behind her.
"L-Lark! Wait! For crissakes, slow down goddammit!" Holly called, annoyed as her friend intentionally sped up. The witch just stood out in the middle of the brick pathway and gritted her teeth, then took out her broomstick and jumped on, flying up in the air about eight feet and followed the extremely angry water manipulator from above. "Laaaaark . . . come on, cheer up. Rogerik's like that all the time, or is something else bugging you?"
"Something else? Something else?! Gee, now whatever gave you that idea . . !" Lark muttered, then glared up at the wind witch, who cringed as her friend's stormy eyes seemed to eat right through her. "Okay, stupid question-"
"You ask stupid questions and I'll give you stupid answers."
"Alright, you know what? If you don't want my help, then fine. Go mope in your own little personal, private corner in Hell. See if I care." Holly sniffed, then slowly flew her broom upwards, away from Lark. The witch silently counted to three in her head, then-
"Okay, sorry . . ."
"That's better. Now, what's bothering you?" Holly asked in a gentler tone of voice. Lark sighed, and motioned for Holly to move close enough for the black-haired girl to whisper in her ear. Holly nodded her head for a moment, and then her face blanched. "N-no way. No frickin' way! LARK!" The younger Admarant sister lowered her head, her face hidden behind the black hair that contrasted so sharply with her fair skin. "Yeah . . . it's true."
"But HIM? What has gotten into you?!"
"I have no clue. Guess I always . . . you know . . ."
"It sickens me to no limit." Holly muttered, glad that Kyuro was back at the purple house they called home. Walking in silence for a few moments, Holly felt something cold brush her cheek and looked up at the overcast sky. Both girls paused, and watched as fluufy, white flakes swirled downward. "Just bea-uti-ful." Lark said, letting the snowflakes collect on her black leather jacket.
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Yusuke stumbled down the stairs, burdened by the heavy backpack slung over his shoulder. "Figures it finally snows on the night we leave." He muttered. Kurama gave Yusuke a sympathetic look from his spot on Yusuke's shoulder and leaped down, running over to the dining room table. Lyra was already there, her two duffel bags on the polished wooden table, and talking to Rachel and Erika. "Oh, we'll be back by Christmas, don't worry." She cheerfully said. However, the worried look on Rachel's face told both students she wasn't buying it. "I don't know . . . Misery island? Sounds like a big trip without any teachers to chaperone you guys."
"Rachel, please. Don't you trust us? And what about poor Kurama . . ?" Lyra held the fox in front of Rachel's face and Kurama whimpered for good measure. "Fine, you can go-" Lyra and Kurama immediately grinned, and Yusuke flipped them a thumbs-up, until Rachel continued. "-As long as you bring an older student or assistant teacher with you." All three students groaned in unison. "But why doesn't Hiei count? He's probably older than everyone in this room put together." Yusuke asked, just as the fire demon was coming down the stairs, carrying another load of bags. "Hiei is registered as a student, not an assistant teacher or staff member." Rachel corrected.
The doorbell rang, and Erika bustled over to get it. Opening the door, she revealed Suzuka, wearing a navy blue winter jacket and black fleece scarf. Shishiwakamaru stood behind the inventor, in his human-like form, shivering in the twenty-degree weather. Suzuka bowed, and stepped inside, closing the door in Shishiwakamaru's face. "Hello again, I heard that you needed your furnace fixed-" The blonde demon was shoved out of the way as Lark, squealing, pushed him away from the door and opened it, then glomped the poor Shishiwakamaru. The samurai was too cold to argue, and instead raced for the open door. Once inside, he slammed it shut and went to work on prying Lark from his ankles.
Kurama and Yusuke looked at the shivering samurai, looked at each other, then looked back at Shishi. "I know this is really stretching it, but . . ." Yusuke turned to Shishiwakamaru and casually asked, "Hey, you're a paid staff member, right?"
"Yes . . . GET OFF OF ME!" Shishi yelled at Lark, who just smiled and replied, "You say the sweetest things, Shishi-kun." Yusuke sweat-dropped, but turned to Rachel and pointed at the blue-haired Bishounen. "He's our chaperone."
"Wha-at! B-but me, go out in that infernal weather? And what do you need a chaperone for?" Shishi pointed out at the snow falling outside. Lyra shrugged and casually said, "We're going on a week-long cruise to a sub tropical region; nothing special." Before the surprised Suzuka could object to his assistant being stolen away, Shishi answered. "Alright, I'll go."
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KKC: Well, since I'm updating earlier this week, I'll try to put up chapter 19 by Sunday.
Grimoire: Yes, and about being included in this story . . .
KKC: Getting there, Grimmy. I'm looking for a few ORIGINAL and UNIQUE characters for students and teachers. Right about now I need ideas for an Environmental studies teacher, an English teacher, and a PE teacher.
Grimoire: And about pairings-
KKC: -Getting to that! I don't really think I can pair your original character with a character from Yu Yu Hakusho, but there's always some original characters I created that are looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend. Like Lyonell, Justin St.Pierre, Chrysanthemum, and Shane Raby to name a few. Just let me know, and I'll try to work it out as best as I can.
Grimoire: So, see you next-
KKC: Ciao! *peace sign*
Grimoire: -_-* Would you stop interrupting m-
KKC: Grim, quiet! We'll see you next chappie!
KKC: Last chapter sucked . . . Guess that's what I get for waiting until the last minute to get it done. Anyways, thank you to all my reviewers (all one of 'em!).
Grimoire: You know, I wonder why people don't review. They put your story on their favorites list and never review to tell you how you're doing!
KKC: Too true. Well, BladeDream, I'll be glad to put you in my fic, I'll try to fit you in by chapter twenty-one(chapters 19 and 20 are going to cover the actual journey to the dragon's den). Oh, and if any of you want to be in as a minor or side character just tell me the name, age, appearance, what they usually wear, personality, and any special skills or attacks they might have. I can put you in as students or maybe even a teacher.
*cue collective gasp from readers*
Grimoire: Are you sure it's a good idea? What about torturing the characters and Mary-Sues and self-inserts and-
KKC: Can it, Grimmy. I'm trying to get some reviews and characters for the rest of the school year. *coughs* So, if you want in, send the info by review or e-mail message. And please try to be original. I don't want a million beautiful, female, fox or cat-demons that can control fire. Cumulus academy is a school for all races, so lets try and mix up the students a bit, hm? It's even better if you give your character a weird trait or personality flaw.
Grimoire: Yes, like how you can't stand getting wet, KKC.
KKC: How is that weird?
Grimoire: All the tests you take on Quizilla end up with you being more like the water element than anything else.
KKC: Than I'm a dry water elemental-type person . . . yeah. And now, let's quit the senseless drivel and go onto chapter eighteen!
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"Justin, Suzuka is not out to get you."
"I swear he is! How many times did he send me falling into a pit of water last period?! I counted, five times! Five!"
"Just because he takes pleasure in scaring the living daylights out of you doesn't mean he has a grudge against 'ya." Yusuke explained, not really believing himself. Justin shrugged off his friend and muttered something under his breath, walking ahead as he did so. Chrysanthemum sighed and followed her roommate, finally grabbing onto his sleeve and halting him. "Justin, wait. Suzuka isn't a bad teacher or anything, he's just . . . different. Give it a while, hm?"
"Like Hell I will! If that asshole tries to dunk me one more time, I'm gonna blow his classroom!"
"You are NOT, do you hear me, not going to set off fireworks in the teacher's lounge again." She said, reinforcing her grip on the human's collar, her pupils detracting to thin slits. Justin shoved her off and stormed towards his algebra class. Yusuke could just barely pick up a shushed "Whatever." As his friend made his PO'd way to class. "Oi, ain't he the moody one?"
Yusuke jumped as the wind master floated next to him, sitting Indian-style. "Er, yeah, he is."
"Don't blame him. Do you know Suzuka dumped him five times last class?"
"He told me, but I didn't count." Yusuke said, shouldering his stuffed backpack and walking down the brick pathway to Ryo's tower classroom.
Yusuke opened the door and immediately shivered. The stone tower was drafty and cold, almost to the point of freezing. Lyonell walked in right behind the Japanese human and his tawny gold fur bristled. "Man, this ain't right. Let's leave, now." Rogerik rolled his eyes and pushed his friends out of the way. "Nothing's wrong, see?" The blonde flipped the light switch, triggering the booby trap of all booby traps.
Water poured from every crevice in the stone and mortar room, pooling around the student's feet. Lyonell tried to run back out, but the stairs slanted into a steep slope and the thick wooden door slammed shut, trapping the boys inside. Metal bars slid down over the windows, on the inside and outside; the doors to the large bat hutch flew open and the twenty or so giant bats flew out, circling around the room and screeching at the top of their lungs. Stacks of paper and various pieces office equipment flew around the room, directed mostly at Yusuke, Rogerik, and Lyonell's heads. The three boys flipped over two desks and ducked behind them, watching as the large Kelpie skeleton, one of the many skeletons Ryo had hung from the ceiling, broke free of its metal hangings and started to gallop in the air around the trashed classroom.
"Well, was I right or was I right?"
"Okay, you were right!"
"I tell you it's a bad idea, but you're all 'Oh no, he can't be right. Why trust Lyonell-"
"OKAY! YOU WERE RIGHT! HAPPY NOW?!" Rogerik yelled, and Lyonell gave him a genuine chesire-cat grin. "Very." He replied. Needless to say, Yusuke and Rogerik face faulted. Yusuke quickly recovered and peered over the top of the overturned desk. "Man, we are so dead when Ryo finds out about this." Rogerik looked over at the giant, soaking wet mess and ducked down for a second to avoid the skeleton kelpie's bleached hooves. "Ryo will kill us? I think its more likely that we're either going to drown or get a letter opener through the head. DUCK!"
"Huh?" Rogerik grabbed Yusuke's collar and dived down, just as another of Ryo's skeleton models, this one was a large water fowl of some kind, flew over their heads, flapping it's long, fragile wind bones in the nonexistent breeze. Lyonell pointed to the skeleton as it flew by. "I think it's a swan." He said.
"Wha? That doesn't matter! What matters is what's gonna happen to us! We're trapped in a classroom full of water up to our knees in the middle of December with a bunch of killer staplers after us!"
"Killer staplers?" Rogerik asked Yusuke. The Japanese student sighed and replied, "It was an exaggeration, okay?"
"Oh, but I rather like the idea . . ." A feminine voice from the shadowy corners of the room said, right before a battalion of staplers flew out from the cabinets and started to shoot staples at the three boys. "Who the hell is that?!" Yusuke yelled, earning himself a glare from Lyonell. "You know," the cat demon muttered, "Not everyone is nearly as deaf as you." Rogerik was about to tell them both to shut up when a chilly presence made itself known behind the three boys. Slowly, shivering from the intense cold, Lyonell, Yusuke, and Rogerik turned to confront the mischievous being.
"W-w-what's the big idea?" Lyonell angrily asked, well, as angrily as a soaking wet and chilly cat could seem. "What idea? I was bored, and decided to visit my old school."
"Your old school?"
"Yep! I'm Felicia! I've been sleeping for over two hundred years and . . ."
"Whoa! Wait a minute! Sleeping? For two hundred years?! The hell are you?" Yusuke yelled, Lyonell glaring at him yet again. "Quiet, Yusuke, or I'll rip your voice box out."
"It's a sad story, really. Y'see, at school I never stopped talking-"
"We know that already. Get to the point."
"Hmph! Who taught you your manners, cat? In my day we would be put in the stocks for such rude language!"
"Whatever. Who awakened you?" Rogerik testily asked, peeved at the spirit's tendency to float within his own personal bubble of space. Felicia started to fade out of view, muttering something under her breath (wait, she's a ghost. How do ghosts mutter under their breath?). "Hey, Felicia! Don't even think about leaving! If Ryo finds his room in a mess we're-"
"Oh, you're in Ryo's class?" The sixteen-year-old girl instantly pooped back into view, hearts in her eyes and little doves singing love tunes flying around her head. Yusuke sweatdropped at the ghost's little display of affection and asked, "You know him?"
"Know him? I had the biggest crush on him! Ooh! Does he remember me? Huh?! Does he? Does he?!" Felicia squealed, clasping her hands and floating eagerly in front of Yusuke.
"Never mentioned you."
"Figures . . ." she dejectedly mumbled, softly falling to the flooded floor, which was now up almost half-way to the boys' waists. The kelpie skeleton once again galloped their way and the boys ducked as the hooves furiously pounded the air, and it ran right through Felicia, still gloomy. "Ryo never like me . . . Always running away and hanging out with Rumiko Fujiwara . . ." Meanwhile, while Lyonell and Yusuke listened to the ghost's sob story, Rogerik was busy using his PK to open the lock on the thick wooden door. With a satisfying click, it swung open and Rogerik motioned over to his friends. Leaving the forgotten spirit in Ryo's classroom, they cautiously slid down the steep tower slope and locked the front door behind them.
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Ryo looked up from the book he was reading as the three students nervously opened the door and filed in, the three boys were soaked to the bone and shivering from the chilly December air. "Well, didn't you get the notice I sent over the loudspeaker?" the elfish demon asked. The rest of Yusuke, Lyonell, and Rogerik's class mates continued to work on their Latin papers, used to such interruptions by now. Yusuke gritted his teeth and tried to be polite. "No, sir. We went to the tower and got trapped in there-"
"You went to the tower?" Ryo asked, cocking an eyebrow. Lyonell sighed and tried to explain. "Like Yusuke said, we didn't catch the announcement. By the time we stepped in the door, we were trapped."
"I see . . ."
"Yeah. Do you know you have a lovesick ghost haunting your class?" At Lyonell's words, a few heads looked up from their paperwork in curiosity. Ryo sighed and replied, "Yes, Lyonell, I do. Class is going to be held in this room until Michealangelo can set her to rest once again."
"Oh . . . hey, she asked about you. Said you were her school crush or something . . ." Yusuke muttered the last part, but by now the entire class was interested. The elfin teacher blushed a tad and pointed to the boy's seats. "Get to work."
"So, is it true-"
"Now, Yusuke! Page one-twenty five! Go!"
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Lark hastily shoved the sheet music in her bag and ran down the steps of Gregorian Hall, having just finished her violin classes. She smoothed out her pleated mini-skirt as she hurried down the linoleum hall, her boot heels clicking on the waxed floor. Coming over to the staircase, the water- manipulator waved to Holly and bounded down the steps, taking them as fast as she could in three-inch heels. "Hey, careful!" The witch called, just before Lark tripped, violin case and messenger bag flying as she stumbled. Desperate for any handhold, Lark grabbed at the nearest person in front of her, taking both of them for a tumble down the stairs.
Holly watched in amusement as Lark grabbed onto the shoulder of a surprised Rogerik, making them both fall down the flight of heavily carpeted stairs. Much to the young girl's surprise, Lark found herself in a most uncomfortable position indeed, sprawled out on the floor, a stunned Rogerik landing on top of her with his head on her chest. "Would you GET OFF?!" She screeched. Rogerik merely blinked at the good fortune that had befallen him and replied, "Nah, too comfy." Of course, maybe he should have just have gotten up rather than get a block of violin rosin in the mouth for the earlier comment.
Lark stormed away from the thrashed Rogerik, pissed as hell. Her black hair had fallen out of its loose bun and her blue eyes maliciously glinted. Picking up her bags, she mumbled, "You, ooh just you wait! I'm gonna leave you stranded on a deserted island."
"Hopefully with the cast of Baywatch, right?" Rogerik politely asked, apparently haven gotten the rosin out of his mouth. Lark tried to say something, anything, but for once in her life she was speechless. Shooting her roommate a deathglare, of which she had learned from Hiei, Lark turned on her heel and stalked out of the building, Holly following behind her.
"L-Lark! Wait! For crissakes, slow down goddammit!" Holly called, annoyed as her friend intentionally sped up. The witch just stood out in the middle of the brick pathway and gritted her teeth, then took out her broomstick and jumped on, flying up in the air about eight feet and followed the extremely angry water manipulator from above. "Laaaaark . . . come on, cheer up. Rogerik's like that all the time, or is something else bugging you?"
"Something else? Something else?! Gee, now whatever gave you that idea . . !" Lark muttered, then glared up at the wind witch, who cringed as her friend's stormy eyes seemed to eat right through her. "Okay, stupid question-"
"You ask stupid questions and I'll give you stupid answers."
"Alright, you know what? If you don't want my help, then fine. Go mope in your own little personal, private corner in Hell. See if I care." Holly sniffed, then slowly flew her broom upwards, away from Lark. The witch silently counted to three in her head, then-
"Okay, sorry . . ."
"That's better. Now, what's bothering you?" Holly asked in a gentler tone of voice. Lark sighed, and motioned for Holly to move close enough for the black-haired girl to whisper in her ear. Holly nodded her head for a moment, and then her face blanched. "N-no way. No frickin' way! LARK!" The younger Admarant sister lowered her head, her face hidden behind the black hair that contrasted so sharply with her fair skin. "Yeah . . . it's true."
"But HIM? What has gotten into you?!"
"I have no clue. Guess I always . . . you know . . ."
"It sickens me to no limit." Holly muttered, glad that Kyuro was back at the purple house they called home. Walking in silence for a few moments, Holly felt something cold brush her cheek and looked up at the overcast sky. Both girls paused, and watched as fluufy, white flakes swirled downward. "Just bea-uti-ful." Lark said, letting the snowflakes collect on her black leather jacket.
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Yusuke stumbled down the stairs, burdened by the heavy backpack slung over his shoulder. "Figures it finally snows on the night we leave." He muttered. Kurama gave Yusuke a sympathetic look from his spot on Yusuke's shoulder and leaped down, running over to the dining room table. Lyra was already there, her two duffel bags on the polished wooden table, and talking to Rachel and Erika. "Oh, we'll be back by Christmas, don't worry." She cheerfully said. However, the worried look on Rachel's face told both students she wasn't buying it. "I don't know . . . Misery island? Sounds like a big trip without any teachers to chaperone you guys."
"Rachel, please. Don't you trust us? And what about poor Kurama . . ?" Lyra held the fox in front of Rachel's face and Kurama whimpered for good measure. "Fine, you can go-" Lyra and Kurama immediately grinned, and Yusuke flipped them a thumbs-up, until Rachel continued. "-As long as you bring an older student or assistant teacher with you." All three students groaned in unison. "But why doesn't Hiei count? He's probably older than everyone in this room put together." Yusuke asked, just as the fire demon was coming down the stairs, carrying another load of bags. "Hiei is registered as a student, not an assistant teacher or staff member." Rachel corrected.
The doorbell rang, and Erika bustled over to get it. Opening the door, she revealed Suzuka, wearing a navy blue winter jacket and black fleece scarf. Shishiwakamaru stood behind the inventor, in his human-like form, shivering in the twenty-degree weather. Suzuka bowed, and stepped inside, closing the door in Shishiwakamaru's face. "Hello again, I heard that you needed your furnace fixed-" The blonde demon was shoved out of the way as Lark, squealing, pushed him away from the door and opened it, then glomped the poor Shishiwakamaru. The samurai was too cold to argue, and instead raced for the open door. Once inside, he slammed it shut and went to work on prying Lark from his ankles.
Kurama and Yusuke looked at the shivering samurai, looked at each other, then looked back at Shishi. "I know this is really stretching it, but . . ." Yusuke turned to Shishiwakamaru and casually asked, "Hey, you're a paid staff member, right?"
"Yes . . . GET OFF OF ME!" Shishi yelled at Lark, who just smiled and replied, "You say the sweetest things, Shishi-kun." Yusuke sweat-dropped, but turned to Rachel and pointed at the blue-haired Bishounen. "He's our chaperone."
"Wha-at! B-but me, go out in that infernal weather? And what do you need a chaperone for?" Shishi pointed out at the snow falling outside. Lyra shrugged and casually said, "We're going on a week-long cruise to a sub tropical region; nothing special." Before the surprised Suzuka could object to his assistant being stolen away, Shishi answered. "Alright, I'll go."
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KKC: Well, since I'm updating earlier this week, I'll try to put up chapter 19 by Sunday.
Grimoire: Yes, and about being included in this story . . .
KKC: Getting there, Grimmy. I'm looking for a few ORIGINAL and UNIQUE characters for students and teachers. Right about now I need ideas for an Environmental studies teacher, an English teacher, and a PE teacher.
Grimoire: And about pairings-
KKC: -Getting to that! I don't really think I can pair your original character with a character from Yu Yu Hakusho, but there's always some original characters I created that are looking for a boyfriend/girlfriend. Like Lyonell, Justin St.Pierre, Chrysanthemum, and Shane Raby to name a few. Just let me know, and I'll try to work it out as best as I can.
Grimoire: So, see you next-
KKC: Ciao! *peace sign*
Grimoire: -_-* Would you stop interrupting m-
KKC: Grim, quiet! We'll see you next chappie!