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Delusional

Chapter Two:

Dusty Desks and Quadrupeds

By Ame Kuroi

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Hayama walked back to class trying to figure out why the hell he'd agree to help Kurata. (She'll never be good at math… I don't know why she bothers.) He sat down in his chair and sighed. (Now I'm stuck tutoring her… this sucks.) Hayama put his head down on his desk trying to fall asleep but sleeping through the two periods before lunch made it impossible. So he just sat there watching the clock tick towards the time of freedom.

Sana was in English, her favorite class. Besides those funny letter things, it seemed to make a lot of sense. They did have some weird sayings like 'Pearly to bed, Curly to rise' and 'All's well that bends well' but then again Japanese had some odd ones too.

Hayama was packed and out the door even before the bell rang, Sensei didn't even bother to call him back. After the bell rang, the halls quickly filled with other students more than ready to go home. Hayama made his way down the stairs and out the door as he started the walk home. It was still raining. He'd barely gotten half a block away from the school when:

"HAYAMA!!!!!!!!!"

He considered stopping but didn't get to decide as Kurata slammed into him sending him flying to the wet pavement.

"Hayama! Why didn't you wait for me?!" Sana furled her face into a forced frown while the twirling yellow umbrella gave away her true happiness.

"That hurt." Hayama pulled himself upright and started walking again.

"It serves you right leaving without…  HEY!!! Where are you going?!"

"Home."

"Oh NO you're not! You've got to help me study for the math test next Friday!" Kurata didn't wait for him to protest, she just grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him off.

Hayama eventually convinced her he wouldn't run away and she let him walk on his own two feet. Kurata tried to get him under the awful, yellow umbrella but he would have burned in hell first. Besides, the rain had almost stopped.

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The door opened. "Tadaima!" Sana shouted into the echoing hall.

"Okairi, Sana!" Misako called from somewhere around the corner.

As Hayama slipped off his shoes the familiar sound of a wound up doll reached his ears. Misako came into view in her little red car.

"Oh! Hayama-kun!"

"Konnichi wa." Hayama bowed respectfully, trying to avert his eyes from the bathing Maro-chan.

Misako gave Hayama a skeptical look before speeding off and crashing into the nearest wall.

"Come on, Hayama." Kurata called.

Hayama looked back after Misako, only to see the large dent in the wall, and followed after Kurata.

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It had been over a month since he'd been in her room - last time she'd passed out after just looking at a math test, so he brought her home and waited for her to wake - not much was different.

(More stuffed animals… her desk had gathered more dust – if that is even possible)

"Hayama, hurry up!" Kurata had set out an array of books, notes and paper on the floor.

"What about a desk?"

"I don't like desks."

Hayama gave her a sideways glance. (She's… weird)

Sana noticed his not-so-nice look but let it slide considering he was Hayama… and was helping her study.

"Where do you want to start?" Sana asked reshuffling her notes.

"Here." Hayama pointed to the notes from yesterday.

"Where?"

"There."

"What?"

"Right HERE!" Hayama picked up the notes and held them up to Kurata's face.

"Why didn't you say so Hayama!" she pushed the notes to the floor.

"… I did."

*Pause*

"WELL!"

"What?"

"Teach me already!"

Hayama rolled his eyes.

"I saw that!" Sana fumed.

"Good for you." Hayama shrugged.

*Sizzling coming from Sana's direction*

"So…" Hayama's number one rule of survival: Do what they want and no one gets hurt. "Lets start with quadratics."

"Quadrupeds?"

(There's no hope…)

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It was long and painful but after an hour of relentless bickering, Hayama had convinced Sana that the Quadratic equation DID in fact work and how to use it.

Hayama sat back, massaging his temples. It had been hard work lowering himself to her brain level in order to teach her. He was ready to stop for the day. Unfortunately, Kurata was just getting started…

"Hayama! What are you doing! I have to learn! I have a test…"

"I have to sleep!"

"Hayama! You're not even trying!"

Hayama stood up, making no attempt to silence Kurata's rambling protests… yet. He walked to the doorway only to have it blocked by Kurata.

"You have to help me study!" Sana reconsidered her approach. "Please Hayama, I really… ARGH!!!!!!"

Hayama had flipped up Kurata's skirt causing her to fly out of the doorway and allowing him to make a run for it while all his limbs were still intact.

Hayama was around the corner before Sana even got the chance to pull out her mallet. He hadn't been running for long before he realized he didn't know where he was going. Hayama had never figured out Sana's new house. He was always content to let Kurata lead him through the maze she called home.

Hayama looked back over his shoulder… Kurata skidded around the corner.

"HAYAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT!!!!!!!!"

"HELL NO!" He called back over his shoulder.

They ran for a few minutes with Sana occasionally throwing things that came into reach at Hayama's head.

"Hayama!"

"What?!" He was trying to find the way out and wasn't in the mood for distraction.

"You're going in CIRCLES!"

"I know!"

"WHY!!!!!!" Sana had run out of things to throw because she had been down this hall four times before.

"I don't know the goddamn way OUT!!!!!!!!" (What does Kurata think; I'm running in circles for a reason… probably)

"Baka!!!!!! It's just two lefts, three rights and a left to the front door!!!!!!!" Sana shouted back without even realizing she'd given him a means of escaping her well-deserved wrath. (Baka… can't even find his way around… and here I thought he was going in circles for a reason!)

Hayama found his way out and surprisingly avoided all injuries and potential deaths Kurata threw at him.

Sana stopped at the doorstep still throwing the vase from the right wing hall and the last of her collection of mallets at him as she watched him go. He had escaped for now but she would get him tomorrow.

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:: He didn't stop running. ::

* She picked up her mallets before turning back inside. *

:: His feet pounded the pavement … ::

* She reviewed her notes … *

:: He smiled… ::

* She smiled… *

:: All he could think… ::

* All she could think… *

:: (Baka Kurata…) ::

* (Baka Hayama… hee hee… that rhymes) *

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Friendly Glossary:

Tadaima- I'm home

Okairi- welcome home

Baka- idiot

AN: hope u liked it! Let me know what u think. R&R