Disclaimer: I don't these characters...unfortunately
Yuya sighed as she walked into her second period class. Am I burning myself out? she wondered. She was taking all honors courses, including Global Studies AP. She had dropped lunch and band in order to take Biology AP and Creative Writing.
She walked over to her desk in the Creative Writing classroom. Unfortunately, Soryuki-san's random seating chart had her paired next to Kyoshiro. She sighed again as she sat.
The sigh made Kyoshiro blink, and he stopped trying to balance the tip of his pencil on his index finger. He smiled kindly at her. "Something wrong, Yuya-san?" he asked.
She glared at him. "Only with your head..." she growled.
Kyoshiro blushed slightly and laughed. "Aw, c'mon Yuya-san, you're not still mad about last period, are you? I mean, it was just a little joke..."
She just muttered under her breath and looked up as Soryuki-san entered the room. The young, raven-haired teacher smiled at the class from her rectangular glasses. "Yo," she smirked, sitting down at her desk.
"This month's assignment is a toughy," she began, glancing around the room. "And I know for sure one of you is gonna be pissed at me..." Her eyes rested for a moment on Yuya, who returned the gaze curiously.
"You have to create a two-act play to be handed in on the thirtieth, on the topic and genre of your choosing. And you'll be partnered with someone else...I, uh, arranged the pairings due to the seating chart I have here...heh," she grinned sheepishly.
Yuya blanched when she realized where this was going. No, she thought. No, no, no no no! She's pairing me up with–
"Kyoshiro," said the teacher. "You and Yuya-san will be working together...sorry, Yuya. Fate keeps pushing you two together, ne?" She chuckled slightly, before quickly moving to the next group after witnessing Yuya's death glare.
Kyoshiro smiled. "Gee, Yuya-san, this is great! We'll work together and you'll learn I'm really not a bad person after all!" Then, he quickly turned his back to her and grinned greedily with. "Working with Yuya-san will give me an instant A...heh heh heh..."
Yuya punched him. "I can hear you, moron! Try talking to yourself in your head for a change!" She sat there fuming the rest of the class. Meanwhile, Kyoshiro was busy nursing the rapidly swelling bump on his head.
About forty minutes or so later, they split at the door, with Yuya stomping off towards her locker before she had to meet Kyoshiro again in Bio AP. Kyoshiro watched her go, shaking his head as he smiled. "Quite a temper on that one," he chuckled.
He headed off to Ryuto-san's class. He entered about two minutes before Yuya and smiled at the teacher behind the desk. "Hey Ryuto-san, what's up?"
The young man stopped drinking his coffee and looked at Kyoshiro with dark brown eyes nearly covered by the brown bangs that fell from his head. He smiled at him. "Oh, hey Kyoshiro, how are you?"
Kyoshiro grinned and sat at his lab bench. "Fine, although Yuya-san's mad at me again."
Ryuto rolled his eyes with a smirk. The students responded well to this teacher, seeing as he was like a kid himself. Ryuto Tatsuo was only twenty-five, and into his second year of teaching at Kaze High School. He was quiet, and always seemed bitter at the world. However, he enjoyed joking around with his students, and could be seen after-school holding review sessions with them. Afterwards, he would tell them stories of his (recent) childhood; sneaking out at night, cutting school, etc.
"Aw, c'mon," laughed Kyoshiro. "Soryuki-san paired me and Yuya together for a play, and she's not really happy with that..."
Ryuto cocked an eyebrow at this. "And you did nothing to her today? Is today opposite day or something?"
Kyoshiro played at mock offense. "Hey, I really didn't do..." He blinked, and a recent memory came back to him. "Oh, wait, I did flip up her skirt in gym today..." He grinned as Ryuto laughed. "That was funny! She chased me down the halls into Kyo." He glanced up as Sanada Yukimura bounced in, smiling as usual. "I wonder if Kyo's actually coming into class today...by the looks of it, probably not..."
"Hey, Kyoshiro-san, Ryuto-sanï‚©!" greeted Yukimura as he sat next Kyoshiro. "I saw Kyo-san and Okuni-san at the pizza parlor across the street," he added.
"Figures," muttered Yuya, as she entered the door to hear this previous statement. "That bastard's never in class...probably buying pizza with my money..." she grumbled as she sat on Yukimura's other side. "He always swipes it whenever I'm near him..."
"What've you got against Kyo-san?" inquired a curious Yukimura. "He may act all stern and tough, but really he's a pretty good guy." Kyoshiro nodded in agreement.
Yuya snorted. "Humph! All mister good guy ever does is glare at me, and call me names like 'wench' and 'woman.' I don't think he's ever called me by my name. And one time, the bastard grabbed my breast and expressed concern about my 'growth!'"
The three guys laughed. "Shut UP!" she growled. They quickly complied with her request. She seethed through the rest of class.
Kyoshiro walked through the hallway's, considering going to lunch, a luxury Yuya couldn't afford with all of her classes. Along the way he met up with Benitora, who also had a free fourth period. "Hey, Kyoshiro-han. Where're ya goin'?"
Kyoshiro smiled. "I heard Kyo and Okuni-san are at Gigi's Pizza. Want to come with me to see if they're still there?" he asked, knowing the energetic Tora's answer.
"Sure! I'd love to see Kyo-han and Okuni-han!" he exclaimed, excited at the thought of seeing his mentor. "What are we waiting for? C'mon!"
Kyoshiro laughed and followed him across the parking lot.
Kyo's red eyes glancing up from his soda as the door to the pizza parlor opened. It was an old-style restaurant, red and black checked floors, etc. Two figures Kyo recognized stepped onto said tiles and went to the counter to make their order. His twin caught his eye and smiled, heading over to the pair, the other following closely.
The sat down at the booth, across from the two originally sitting there. "Honestly, Tora, must you wear that silly tiger-striped bandanna everyday? It clashes with the blue of your uniform..." came the I'm-better-than-you voice of Izumi-no-Okuni. The black-haired young women sat there looking critically at Tora, her large bust stretching the fabric of the sailor-like school uniform. Her blue skirt seemed to be far shorter than those that originally came with the uniform...
Benitora ignored the gibe. He was used to that sort of thing from Okuni. It seemed she never stopped teasing him. Instead, he smiled at the impassive Kyo. "Hiya, Kyo-han, didn't see ya in Bio today."
Kyo sipped his drink. "I didn't feel like going today," he stated, cool as ever. Kyoshiro grinned at him. "Even so, you should come to the rest of the classes. All we've got is American History, English IV, and seventh and eighth are free."
Kyo glared at his twin from his bangs. That look, which would have made anyone else run away with a wet crotch, just rolled off his smiling twin, who was used to it. "Don't tell me what to do. I don't feel like going today, so I'm not going to. I'll probably just go to the mall."
"That sounds great," whispered Okuni, her rose colored lips grazing his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "But wouldn't you rather go somewhere private with me?"
The longhaired young man ignored her. "Did I say you could come, fox-bitch?" he asked. She smiled cockily at him.
"Please. You know you couldn't live without me..." With that, she left, heading for the school.
The waiter brought over Tora and Kyoshiro's orders. Kyoshiro thanked him and started on his pizza. Tora looked at Kyo. "Goin' to the mall, huh? Can I come?"
Kyo didn't even look at him. "I don't care." Tora smiled. "Great!"
Kyoshiro just shook his head with a smirk. He continued on his pizza.
Tora and Kyo were walking through the park to get to the mall. All of sudden, they both stopped, eyes shadowed. Ten shapes, each dressed in black and holding a katana surrounded them.
The leader, who stood across from the pair, pointed his sword at Kyo. "You! You ignored the boss's invitation to join the Yakuza!"
Kyo ignored the man. "Only ten of you, huh? I think I'm insulted..." he looked up at the man, grinning. His red eyes flashed at the man, who flinched involuntarily.
The man quickly recovered. "Attack! Show him the might of the Yakuza!" They all attacked. The two targets just stood there. A second before the attack converged on them, they unslung the thin bundles hanging from their backs; one containing a five shaku muramesa named Tenro, the other a collapsible three-pointed spear.
A second later, the number of attackers was down to six. Four enemies lay dead at their feet. "How about you feel the might of Demon Eyes, the Thousand-Slayer!" grinned Kyo wickedly. "Not to mention Red Tiger, the Crimson Shade," smirked Tora.
Eyes wide, the leader shook himself. "Too late to turn back. Attack!"
The fight lasted less than a minute.
Kyo flipped over two of the Yakuza. While he was upside down in the air, he slashed twice, horizontally and vertically. The two enemies split, one at the waist, the other like a picture ripped in half. Kyo laughed as he landed, the blood in the air around him.
Benitora had stabbed one in the stomach. He pulled up to retrieve it, tearing through the ribcage and skull. With the blade still up, he turned and brought it crashing down, right through another attacker. The two halves fell to reveal another behind him, who tried to slash Tora. Tora jumped over it and landed with his blade imbedded in the man's back.
Kyo stood there before the frozen leader, grinning evily at him. While his sword was sheathed, one hand was still on the hilt. "Too bad you can't tell your shit boss that he needs better soldiers...and more of them..."
With that said, Kyo unleashed a lightning fast battoujitsu. He turned and resheathed the bloody sword, as two halves of Yakuza fell behind him. He and Benitora recovered their weapons and headed on.
It wasn't the first time this had happened. The Yakuza was always bothering them...them, and two others, who were currently sitting in American History, Kaze High. Neither of them seemed like much like a fighter, but both of them could give Kyo a run for his money.
Said fighters were currently conversing about a certain blonde.
"I will say, Yuya-san is quite attractive," smiled Yukimura, running a hand through his raven hair. "But I don't understand why you are always teasing her..."
Kyoshiro laughed. "Cause I like Yuya-san. She's fun to be around, even if she's not trying to be. Especially if she's not trying to be," corrected the young man.
Yukimura glanced at him from behind his bangs, a mischievous smile on his face. "Fu fuï‚©...Do you 'like' her like her?"
Kyoshiro turned a light shade of red at this. "Heh...I, uh, don't, I mean, uh, no, no, of course not! She's just a friend. (Well, kinda a friend...)" stuttered out Kyoshiro.
Yukimura just smiled.
Wow, thank you all for these reviews. It feels really good to a new fic writer like myself! Thanks a bunch! Sorry it took so long to get this one out; I had a bunch of ideas for my Inuyasha story All Caught Up, and got those out before I lost them. Thanks for sticking with me!