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you might notice in here.
Quote of the week: "It's alright! The ice cream is okay, and that's all that matters!" -Me, falling up the stairs. o.o;;
Well, I'm surprised no one managed to figure out what Justin put in Suzuka's coffee. Funny thing, considering I had put quite a few clues hinting at what had happened to poor Suzuka. (Then again, the only one that even guessed was Ryu-sama, so... yeah.)
Here's a hint from last chapter, if anyone wants to take another shot at it:
"Oh, it'll be some very deep shit, indeed. Suzuka is gonna have to sit down for this, and he won't be getting up in a very long time."
Use your imagination folks; it isn't nearly as deadly as Anthrax, E. coli bacteria, or some science project gone-wrong.
By the way, glad you like my story Pega-corn, really. As well as thanks for the OCs from all who reviewed; I needed a few people for the April vacation trip. Also, my little brother reviewed. Cute, ne? ^ ^;;
Now, behold the plaid-ness! (I love this new separator. ^-^ )
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The infirmary was shockingly white; white walls, white sheets, white linoleum floor. The staunch look reminded Justin of a hospital; namely, the one hospital his parents had kept him at before he was sent to the academy nearly four years ago. He didn't really remember much from after he fell down the staircase in his uncle's old house; all three flights, down like the klutz he was. Back then, if he wasn't on a skateboard, he couldn't walk without tripping over his own feet. But that one trip decided everything, and he had been put in a coma for two weeks, then woke up without being able to speak or move correctly; during those two weeks in the black void of his mind after that trip, however, he had managed to acquire a strange new ability as if God or some other divine being up there was trying to make up for all the physical therapy and months at the hospital.
It was something he didn't really like to talk about.
At a mere look at the white walls, Justin instantly felt a pang of guilt for Suzuka, but it was quickly stifled when he reminded himself of all the things the teacher had done during his classes; like making him put his wrist under a stapler, which would be slammed down onto one of his major arteries if he spoke or moved. Yes... Suzuka had what was coming to him.
"Justin, man, there's a-" The cat demon's voice was cut off as Justin tripped and barely managed to catch himself before tripping over a wastepaper basket. Of course, the basket got stuck on his foot and he tripped again, this time failing to stop his fall and tumbling down on the floor, dragging a starchy-white bed curtain with him.
"A wall there... You okay?" Lyonell gave Justin a hand, pulling the boy up to his feet and dusting off his shoulder. Justin shrugged him off and glared straight ahead, only to bump into a rather large woman. Well, to tell the truth, it was fairly hard to tell what she was, as she had an extra pair of arms coming out from her waist and thick armor-like scales covering her shoulders and other vital points while the rest of her body was covered in soft fur. A pair of translucent wings twitched on her back, giving off a faint humming noise, and her eyes were pure pits of black.
"Arrrrrrrrree you two the boyzzz Sssuzuka sssent?" It was amazing the thing could speak at all; she had no discernable mouth, and a mask covered where her mouth would have been. Both Lyonell and Justin nodded in dumb astonishment, as they had never met this member of the staff before, and were led into a screened-off area where the teacher was reading a book. He didn't even look up, but shooed the strange looking female away and motioned for his two students to stay.
Both Lyonell and Justin just stood there, awkwardly staring at their feet (or paws, in Lyonell's case) as the blond youkai put a bookmark in to mark his page and turned to them.
"Nice prank, boys; it's been a long time since someone got the best of me like that. In fact, I might even let you off easy..." Both students looked up hopefully at the teacher, who had a small smirk on his face. "However, that is only if no one finds out about what you did, do you understand?"
"Yes sir." The answer came quickly and clearly; this was just too good to be true. Suzuka nodded and filled out a slip by the bedside table. "I think a week of cleaning the greenhouses would suffice." He handed to the paper to Lyonell, and opened his book to the saved page. Justin just stared, then felt something close to anger welling up inside him.
"I thought you said we were getting off easy! The hell is this crap!"
Suzuka glanced at him quickly, then realizing Justin wouldn't leave without an explanation, no matter how long Lyonell begged him to leave, he sighed and put his book back down. "You are getting off easy; I could revoke your payments and permission slips for the April vacation trip." Silence filled the room as both blonds glared at each other, and Justin finally broke the concentrated stare as he stomped out of the room. "Come on, we're leaving."
"See you later, boys!" Suzuka faked a happy tone, and turned to the cat demon that still stood there in front of his bed. Changing to a more serious tone, Suzuka gave a sideways glare at Lyonell and said, "Run along, you. If Justin acts up again, tell me; I'd hate to see what happened if he really did go off."
"Um, yes sir..." The cat demon cautiously looked back at Suzuka before catching up with Justin.
"Hey, get well soon, man. Shikyo makes a sucky history teacher."
The inventor only smiled as the infirmary door shut. Having teenagers around was making sure you were alive and kicking; kind of like having a migraine was making sure you had a head.
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The shift in temperature from the chilly mid-March afternoon to the humid greenhouse almost made you choke, it was so severe. The particular greenhouse Kurama's lesson was taking place in was doubly so; Chrysanthemum, who was working with the fox because her twin had been late coming to class from Suzuka's, had taken off her hooded sweatshirt. Underneath she was wearing a dark maroon tank top, which blended nicely with her golden fur and gray jeans.
"I can't believe we're still stuck with these things," She complained, rubbing her green eyes with the back of her hand before going back to repotting the giant Venus flytrap plant, which Kurama was currently holding down. The redhead was obviously annoyed with his task, as he fended off the sensitive "mouth" leaves, and pinned it to the wooden table while the twin took her own sweet time with loosening the carnivorous plant's root ball. "All done!" She cheerily replied, and Kurama let go of the giant flytrap as it hissed at him one last time before sullenly climbing into it's new, bigger pot. It gave a small, nearly unheard, sigh, and settled itself down, then opened its mouth leaves, ready to hunt.
"This is a review of what we did before, so we'll be ready for the finals."
"You know, and you'll never hear me say this ever again, Kurama; but I'm starting to wonder why she's even bothering this early in the year. I mean, I know we still have about four months left, but April vacation is coming up soon and we're only going to forget it then."
Kurama just stared at Chrysanthemum; unlike her brother, the cat demon had never before complained about schoolwork, no matter how large the load. Then, noticing he was just staring at her like one would at a seven-car pileup on the highway, politely smiled. "Yes, but at least there's a slim chance some of us will remember. I suppose looking at our notes come the day after vacation beats taking practice tests for all of our four periods of class." The fox and cat quietly watched as a nearby student struggled to keep his dangerous plant in control while he cleaned the root ball, and Lyonell finally came in the door.
"And where were you?" Chrysanthemum sprung the question on him before he could even say "hello". The cat demon looked to Kurama for help, but the fox just shook his head and smiled, curious as to what was going to happen before him. Lyonell nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head as he replied, "At the infirmary. Suzuka wanted to talk with me and Justin, and he was, um... helping the nurse to restock."
"Really... I heard from Rogerik that you two got in trouble and went down there for a lecture, or something of the like." The sister twin crossed her arms, a frown on her face and her tawny tail twitching in agitation. Lyonell made a note to 'accidentally' injure Rogerik later, and tried to change the subject.
"Hey, Kurama, are you going on the April vacation trip with the school?" Lyonell tried to make it sound sincere, and the fox was caught off guard by the question. Well, I don't see why not. It would be nice to get outside and somewhere warm after the winter we've had." Both cats nodded in agreement, but there was a sudden yelp as Chrysanthemum painfully got a hold on one of her brother's delicate ears.
"Come on, little brother, what did you talk about with Suzuki."
"I'm not your little brother! Just because you were born twenty minutes before me doesn't mean you can lord it over." He hissed in pain, his tail puffed out to an astonishing size, and was dragged over to the side, behind a potted pear tree and away from the curious students. Kurama smiled and shook his head, then occupied himself with an ailing plant that was isolated in the back corner, so as not to spread its aphid infestation to the other flora.
The April trip had never crossed his mind before, and he hadn't really been one for fun in the sun back at home. But, the school intercom interrupted his silent opinion over the trip, and a feminine voice announced, "Will Rogerik Lewis please report to the main office? Headmaster Givanni wishes to speak with him."
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The room was lushly carpeted, and large, latticed windows graced the wood- bordered walls. Dark purple and lavender panes were integrated along with the clear ones, and a potted ivy plant was set on one of the window sills; in front of the window was a mahogany work desk, with a computer and various photo frames on it. The secretary was a plump, middle-age human woman, her brown hair tied back in a neat bun with a navy blue clip. She looked up from her computer screen, then smiled at the teenage boy who stood before her desk, readjusting her glasses. "Oh, Rogerik, it's been a while since you've been in here." The thief smiled in return, a rather sheepish grin, and nodded his head hello. "Uh, yeah. About the headmaster..?"
"Oh, of course! Go right in, he'll be with you in a minute or two."
As if on cue, the wooden door swung open on its own, revealing the almost identically decorated headmaster's office; Rogerik doubtfully stared at the inviting room, a weird shiver running up his spine, but the secretary shooed him in. "Go on, hon. Nothing to be afraid of." The phone rang, and she dutifully answered it, still making a shooing motion with her hand, the gold charm bracelet on her wrist cheerily jangling.
The thief cautiously walked into the room, his gray-green eyes constantly searching the desk, fireplace, window, anything that was in sight. Rogerik had never really felt at home in the main offices, a trait inherited from his major. The doors slammed shut, and the thief practically jumped in the air at the sudden noise; Rogerik took a deep breath and tried to slow his racing heart, then sat down in one of the leather armchairs to wait for the headmaster.
"Vacation can't come any sooner..." He ran a hand through his blond hair, sighing once again, but this time something on the far wall caught his eye. It was a framed painting, nothing strange about that, and the psychic, with nothing else to do, walked over to take a good look at it.
The painting was fairly large, about three feet long by two feet tall, and was set in a mahogany wood frame, to match the desk and furniture. It was a fall scene, with a crisp blue sky and the leaves of the trees were the colors of flames - all reds, oranges, and golds; a beautiful painting, and expensive to boot. Rogerik admired it, not noticing the gory nature of the artwork until his eyes lingered on one little clump of what he thought was a pile of fallen leaves a little too long.
That wasn't just a pile of leaves - it was a body.
Blood pooled around the corpse, and Rogerik suddenly noticed that the body wasn't the only one in the picture; dozens others littered the large canvas, hidden behind a bush, or eerily leaning on a tree trunk, hand clutched to the uniformed man's heart. This picture wasn't a painting of fall scenery - it was a battlefield. The soldiers were all clad in either a dark grayish-blue or a bark-brown uniform, and they were of all different races. Now he could see that the darker clouds that hung over the bloody treetops weren't clouds, but plumes of smoke. He could even hear the screams of the dying, and smell the smoke of flame and gunfire...
"Ah, you like that one, Lewis?" The thief shuddered as the young headmaster placed a hand on his shoulder, and Rogerik glanced back at the school official, who had seemingly appeared from nowhere. The blond psychic turned his attention back to the painting, his eyes narrowed as he desperately wished that the headmaster would stop acting so friendly. "Yeah, its... nice."
"Yes, it's a painting that dates back to the war between the Netherworld and Reikai. It's been passed down through the school for centuries." Givanni took his hand off of Rogerik's shoulder, and went over to his desk, casually settling himself in the cushy leather computer chair, then gestured over to the seat in front of the mahogany desk.
"Sit down, please." Rogerik managed to tear himself away from the haunting war scene and sat down in the equally plush chair, his eyes downcast. The headmaster lost no time in getting straight to the point.
"I know you applied to spend the summer at the academy instead of going back home to Japan, Rogerik." The thief nodded in reply, biting his lip a little as the man sighed and leaned forwards, his fingers laced together and a sincere look on his face. "I'm sorry to say this, Lewis, but the summer program has already been filled up."
'Damn.' Rogerik only sighed, knowing full well that the academy was often full during the summer with the many orphaned students that chose to attend the school. But, Givanni continued on. "I suppose you could always spend the summer with a friend of yours, provided your father gives you permission, but we can't take in anymore students for the summer. I'm terribly sorry."
"No, it's alright." The thief stood up, and went to leave the office, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. "It's okay, I actually really doubted I would get in." Givanni went to speak, but Rogerik just gave the man a look and forced a smile. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks anyways." The door slammed shut, and Givanni lighted the fireplace with a mere flick of the wrist, then stared into the flames, despite the bright sunny day.
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Well, I'm sitting here, downstairs in my dad's living room at three in the morning on a Sunday finishing this... so, yeah. . I need to take sleeping pills or something, I just keep waking up at insane hours in the morning. But, I'm working on a co-authored fic with my sister, and that might be up in about a month or so. God, we're twisted... Imagine if two caffeine-hyped teens partook in writing a Yu Yu Hakusho story arc... in less than thirty seconds.
No, really, think about it.
Does it scare you yet?
No? Think about it some more.
Oh, good, you're scared. So am I.
Anyways, I really dunno about how soon chapter 33 will be up. Y'see, I'm still trying to decide where to send them for April Vacation- camping in the woods, or a tropical beach. In fact, let's take a vote! So, send in them reviews! Oh, and I'm still taking OCs, if anyone (who hasn't sent one in, of course) is interested.
Anyways, Ciao!
Quote of the week: "It's alright! The ice cream is okay, and that's all that matters!" -Me, falling up the stairs. o.o;;
Well, I'm surprised no one managed to figure out what Justin put in Suzuka's coffee. Funny thing, considering I had put quite a few clues hinting at what had happened to poor Suzuka. (Then again, the only one that even guessed was Ryu-sama, so... yeah.)
Here's a hint from last chapter, if anyone wants to take another shot at it:
"Oh, it'll be some very deep shit, indeed. Suzuka is gonna have to sit down for this, and he won't be getting up in a very long time."
Use your imagination folks; it isn't nearly as deadly as Anthrax, E. coli bacteria, or some science project gone-wrong.
By the way, glad you like my story Pega-corn, really. As well as thanks for the OCs from all who reviewed; I needed a few people for the April vacation trip. Also, my little brother reviewed. Cute, ne? ^ ^;;
Now, behold the plaid-ness! (I love this new separator. ^-^ )
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The infirmary was shockingly white; white walls, white sheets, white linoleum floor. The staunch look reminded Justin of a hospital; namely, the one hospital his parents had kept him at before he was sent to the academy nearly four years ago. He didn't really remember much from after he fell down the staircase in his uncle's old house; all three flights, down like the klutz he was. Back then, if he wasn't on a skateboard, he couldn't walk without tripping over his own feet. But that one trip decided everything, and he had been put in a coma for two weeks, then woke up without being able to speak or move correctly; during those two weeks in the black void of his mind after that trip, however, he had managed to acquire a strange new ability as if God or some other divine being up there was trying to make up for all the physical therapy and months at the hospital.
It was something he didn't really like to talk about.
At a mere look at the white walls, Justin instantly felt a pang of guilt for Suzuka, but it was quickly stifled when he reminded himself of all the things the teacher had done during his classes; like making him put his wrist under a stapler, which would be slammed down onto one of his major arteries if he spoke or moved. Yes... Suzuka had what was coming to him.
"Justin, man, there's a-" The cat demon's voice was cut off as Justin tripped and barely managed to catch himself before tripping over a wastepaper basket. Of course, the basket got stuck on his foot and he tripped again, this time failing to stop his fall and tumbling down on the floor, dragging a starchy-white bed curtain with him.
"A wall there... You okay?" Lyonell gave Justin a hand, pulling the boy up to his feet and dusting off his shoulder. Justin shrugged him off and glared straight ahead, only to bump into a rather large woman. Well, to tell the truth, it was fairly hard to tell what she was, as she had an extra pair of arms coming out from her waist and thick armor-like scales covering her shoulders and other vital points while the rest of her body was covered in soft fur. A pair of translucent wings twitched on her back, giving off a faint humming noise, and her eyes were pure pits of black.
"Arrrrrrrrree you two the boyzzz Sssuzuka sssent?" It was amazing the thing could speak at all; she had no discernable mouth, and a mask covered where her mouth would have been. Both Lyonell and Justin nodded in dumb astonishment, as they had never met this member of the staff before, and were led into a screened-off area where the teacher was reading a book. He didn't even look up, but shooed the strange looking female away and motioned for his two students to stay.
Both Lyonell and Justin just stood there, awkwardly staring at their feet (or paws, in Lyonell's case) as the blond youkai put a bookmark in to mark his page and turned to them.
"Nice prank, boys; it's been a long time since someone got the best of me like that. In fact, I might even let you off easy..." Both students looked up hopefully at the teacher, who had a small smirk on his face. "However, that is only if no one finds out about what you did, do you understand?"
"Yes sir." The answer came quickly and clearly; this was just too good to be true. Suzuka nodded and filled out a slip by the bedside table. "I think a week of cleaning the greenhouses would suffice." He handed to the paper to Lyonell, and opened his book to the saved page. Justin just stared, then felt something close to anger welling up inside him.
"I thought you said we were getting off easy! The hell is this crap!"
Suzuka glanced at him quickly, then realizing Justin wouldn't leave without an explanation, no matter how long Lyonell begged him to leave, he sighed and put his book back down. "You are getting off easy; I could revoke your payments and permission slips for the April vacation trip." Silence filled the room as both blonds glared at each other, and Justin finally broke the concentrated stare as he stomped out of the room. "Come on, we're leaving."
"See you later, boys!" Suzuka faked a happy tone, and turned to the cat demon that still stood there in front of his bed. Changing to a more serious tone, Suzuka gave a sideways glare at Lyonell and said, "Run along, you. If Justin acts up again, tell me; I'd hate to see what happened if he really did go off."
"Um, yes sir..." The cat demon cautiously looked back at Suzuka before catching up with Justin.
"Hey, get well soon, man. Shikyo makes a sucky history teacher."
The inventor only smiled as the infirmary door shut. Having teenagers around was making sure you were alive and kicking; kind of like having a migraine was making sure you had a head.
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The shift in temperature from the chilly mid-March afternoon to the humid greenhouse almost made you choke, it was so severe. The particular greenhouse Kurama's lesson was taking place in was doubly so; Chrysanthemum, who was working with the fox because her twin had been late coming to class from Suzuka's, had taken off her hooded sweatshirt. Underneath she was wearing a dark maroon tank top, which blended nicely with her golden fur and gray jeans.
"I can't believe we're still stuck with these things," She complained, rubbing her green eyes with the back of her hand before going back to repotting the giant Venus flytrap plant, which Kurama was currently holding down. The redhead was obviously annoyed with his task, as he fended off the sensitive "mouth" leaves, and pinned it to the wooden table while the twin took her own sweet time with loosening the carnivorous plant's root ball. "All done!" She cheerily replied, and Kurama let go of the giant flytrap as it hissed at him one last time before sullenly climbing into it's new, bigger pot. It gave a small, nearly unheard, sigh, and settled itself down, then opened its mouth leaves, ready to hunt.
"This is a review of what we did before, so we'll be ready for the finals."
"You know, and you'll never hear me say this ever again, Kurama; but I'm starting to wonder why she's even bothering this early in the year. I mean, I know we still have about four months left, but April vacation is coming up soon and we're only going to forget it then."
Kurama just stared at Chrysanthemum; unlike her brother, the cat demon had never before complained about schoolwork, no matter how large the load. Then, noticing he was just staring at her like one would at a seven-car pileup on the highway, politely smiled. "Yes, but at least there's a slim chance some of us will remember. I suppose looking at our notes come the day after vacation beats taking practice tests for all of our four periods of class." The fox and cat quietly watched as a nearby student struggled to keep his dangerous plant in control while he cleaned the root ball, and Lyonell finally came in the door.
"And where were you?" Chrysanthemum sprung the question on him before he could even say "hello". The cat demon looked to Kurama for help, but the fox just shook his head and smiled, curious as to what was going to happen before him. Lyonell nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head as he replied, "At the infirmary. Suzuka wanted to talk with me and Justin, and he was, um... helping the nurse to restock."
"Really... I heard from Rogerik that you two got in trouble and went down there for a lecture, or something of the like." The sister twin crossed her arms, a frown on her face and her tawny tail twitching in agitation. Lyonell made a note to 'accidentally' injure Rogerik later, and tried to change the subject.
"Hey, Kurama, are you going on the April vacation trip with the school?" Lyonell tried to make it sound sincere, and the fox was caught off guard by the question. Well, I don't see why not. It would be nice to get outside and somewhere warm after the winter we've had." Both cats nodded in agreement, but there was a sudden yelp as Chrysanthemum painfully got a hold on one of her brother's delicate ears.
"Come on, little brother, what did you talk about with Suzuki."
"I'm not your little brother! Just because you were born twenty minutes before me doesn't mean you can lord it over." He hissed in pain, his tail puffed out to an astonishing size, and was dragged over to the side, behind a potted pear tree and away from the curious students. Kurama smiled and shook his head, then occupied himself with an ailing plant that was isolated in the back corner, so as not to spread its aphid infestation to the other flora.
The April trip had never crossed his mind before, and he hadn't really been one for fun in the sun back at home. But, the school intercom interrupted his silent opinion over the trip, and a feminine voice announced, "Will Rogerik Lewis please report to the main office? Headmaster Givanni wishes to speak with him."
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The room was lushly carpeted, and large, latticed windows graced the wood- bordered walls. Dark purple and lavender panes were integrated along with the clear ones, and a potted ivy plant was set on one of the window sills; in front of the window was a mahogany work desk, with a computer and various photo frames on it. The secretary was a plump, middle-age human woman, her brown hair tied back in a neat bun with a navy blue clip. She looked up from her computer screen, then smiled at the teenage boy who stood before her desk, readjusting her glasses. "Oh, Rogerik, it's been a while since you've been in here." The thief smiled in return, a rather sheepish grin, and nodded his head hello. "Uh, yeah. About the headmaster..?"
"Oh, of course! Go right in, he'll be with you in a minute or two."
As if on cue, the wooden door swung open on its own, revealing the almost identically decorated headmaster's office; Rogerik doubtfully stared at the inviting room, a weird shiver running up his spine, but the secretary shooed him in. "Go on, hon. Nothing to be afraid of." The phone rang, and she dutifully answered it, still making a shooing motion with her hand, the gold charm bracelet on her wrist cheerily jangling.
The thief cautiously walked into the room, his gray-green eyes constantly searching the desk, fireplace, window, anything that was in sight. Rogerik had never really felt at home in the main offices, a trait inherited from his major. The doors slammed shut, and the thief practically jumped in the air at the sudden noise; Rogerik took a deep breath and tried to slow his racing heart, then sat down in one of the leather armchairs to wait for the headmaster.
"Vacation can't come any sooner..." He ran a hand through his blond hair, sighing once again, but this time something on the far wall caught his eye. It was a framed painting, nothing strange about that, and the psychic, with nothing else to do, walked over to take a good look at it.
The painting was fairly large, about three feet long by two feet tall, and was set in a mahogany wood frame, to match the desk and furniture. It was a fall scene, with a crisp blue sky and the leaves of the trees were the colors of flames - all reds, oranges, and golds; a beautiful painting, and expensive to boot. Rogerik admired it, not noticing the gory nature of the artwork until his eyes lingered on one little clump of what he thought was a pile of fallen leaves a little too long.
That wasn't just a pile of leaves - it was a body.
Blood pooled around the corpse, and Rogerik suddenly noticed that the body wasn't the only one in the picture; dozens others littered the large canvas, hidden behind a bush, or eerily leaning on a tree trunk, hand clutched to the uniformed man's heart. This picture wasn't a painting of fall scenery - it was a battlefield. The soldiers were all clad in either a dark grayish-blue or a bark-brown uniform, and they were of all different races. Now he could see that the darker clouds that hung over the bloody treetops weren't clouds, but plumes of smoke. He could even hear the screams of the dying, and smell the smoke of flame and gunfire...
"Ah, you like that one, Lewis?" The thief shuddered as the young headmaster placed a hand on his shoulder, and Rogerik glanced back at the school official, who had seemingly appeared from nowhere. The blond psychic turned his attention back to the painting, his eyes narrowed as he desperately wished that the headmaster would stop acting so friendly. "Yeah, its... nice."
"Yes, it's a painting that dates back to the war between the Netherworld and Reikai. It's been passed down through the school for centuries." Givanni took his hand off of Rogerik's shoulder, and went over to his desk, casually settling himself in the cushy leather computer chair, then gestured over to the seat in front of the mahogany desk.
"Sit down, please." Rogerik managed to tear himself away from the haunting war scene and sat down in the equally plush chair, his eyes downcast. The headmaster lost no time in getting straight to the point.
"I know you applied to spend the summer at the academy instead of going back home to Japan, Rogerik." The thief nodded in reply, biting his lip a little as the man sighed and leaned forwards, his fingers laced together and a sincere look on his face. "I'm sorry to say this, Lewis, but the summer program has already been filled up."
'Damn.' Rogerik only sighed, knowing full well that the academy was often full during the summer with the many orphaned students that chose to attend the school. But, Givanni continued on. "I suppose you could always spend the summer with a friend of yours, provided your father gives you permission, but we can't take in anymore students for the summer. I'm terribly sorry."
"No, it's alright." The thief stood up, and went to leave the office, his hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. "It's okay, I actually really doubted I would get in." Givanni went to speak, but Rogerik just gave the man a look and forced a smile. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks anyways." The door slammed shut, and Givanni lighted the fireplace with a mere flick of the wrist, then stared into the flames, despite the bright sunny day.
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Well, I'm sitting here, downstairs in my dad's living room at three in the morning on a Sunday finishing this... so, yeah. . I need to take sleeping pills or something, I just keep waking up at insane hours in the morning. But, I'm working on a co-authored fic with my sister, and that might be up in about a month or so. God, we're twisted... Imagine if two caffeine-hyped teens partook in writing a Yu Yu Hakusho story arc... in less than thirty seconds.
No, really, think about it.
Does it scare you yet?
No? Think about it some more.
Oh, good, you're scared. So am I.
Anyways, I really dunno about how soon chapter 33 will be up. Y'see, I'm still trying to decide where to send them for April Vacation- camping in the woods, or a tropical beach. In fact, let's take a vote! So, send in them reviews! Oh, and I'm still taking OCs, if anyone (who hasn't sent one in, of course) is interested.
Anyways, Ciao!