Hello, this is my fist fic, so please be kind. Please review after you read this. Thank you. Oh and a warning: in this chapter all the characters are a bit OOC and the entire fic is AU.
Disclaimer: I only own the various OC (you will know who they are) and MacArthur High School. The rest belongs to some one else.
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--Japan--
"Suuichi! Please come here!" a shout rang though the hall up to the room where a boy with shoulder length red hair sat at a desk doing homework.
"Coming, Mother!" He shouted as he ran down the stairs to where his mother, a woman with black hair and pale skin, stood. "Yes?"
"You have received a letter from that private school in America you want to got to." She said, handing him a yellow envelope.
Suuichi ran his hand over the front of it. Then he eagerly flipped it over and opened it. He grinned at he read the letter.
He hugged his mother and started to jump around in delight. "I'm in! I'm in!" he chanted.
"Suuichi, call down!!" him mother told him. Suuichi immediately stopped and went just for the silent grin and look of delight on his face.
"OH dear! How are you going to get there? What will you need?..." his mother started ranting as she walked to the phone to call up the relatives to tell the good news to.
--America--
A boy with slicked back black hair sat on a bed in a dorm room at MacArthur High School. He wore the school uniform: Khaki pants, dress shirt and Navy blue jacket with school emblem on it. It had tile floor, two metal bunk beds, three of the beds where also being used. In the top bunk of the one next to the window a short boy with ultra spiky gravity defying hair and red eyes sat. He wore a black Simple Plan t-shirt and black jeans. On the bed below a guy with blonde hair with royal blue highlights grinned at the others. His navy blue hooded sweatshirt and blue faded jeans looked very at home on him. There were two double closets and four metal desks. (AN: Based on my cousins MSU dorm!)
"Hey, Kyle! You hear about the new kid, he's from Japan, Osaka, I think." The boy with slicked back hair asked the blonde.
"Isn't that the person who won that academic scholarship here?" the blonde American answered.
"Yeah, he's going to be in here with us, so I guess Hiei now has to share that closet!" he joked.
"Idiots, Yusuke, Kyle, get lives before the kid gets here, you might scare him out of existence if you are like this," he retorted at the other two who stuck out there tongues in an obnoxious way.
"He has said his daily allowance of words in one sitting!" Kyle shouted with a mock look of shock on his face.
Hiei just glared at them and looked out the window again.
"Anyway, what's his name is going to be here in two hours, and we have to make his bed and give him room in a closet, I mean Hiei has like five uniforms and like two every day out fits, so I think he can share with him." Yusuke told them.
"Lets get this over with, I pray that he's not like Hiei, one of him is enough for ANYONE!" Kyle sighed, standing and walking out of the room.
--Japan--
"Oh, Suuichi! I hope you have a good time, write every week!" the woman shouted as her son boarded the plane that would take him to America for the next year. He waved and boarded with the rest of the passengers.
He stared out the window, rubbing his hand through his dramatically shorter hair. His hair now was cut in a neat fashion; short at the bottom and slightly longer as it gets higher. He heard a slight squeak behind him. He turned and saw a woman in her late 30's with dark skin and black hair, classical Asian looks. She smiled at him.
"Hello," she said, grinning.
"Hi," Suuichi answered back.
"I'm Mizuki. Is this your first trip to the United States?" she asked me politely.
"Yes, my name's Suuichi, but I prefer to be called Kurama." He told her, smiling, "I have been accepted into a school in America, McArthur High School."
"My daughter goes there, her name is Keiko." Mizuki supplied, "It's a very good school, a very expensive school, my husband pays for her to go; he's an ambassador there."
"I thought that thee was going to be primarily rich Americans there!" Kurama gasped.
"Primarily, but wait until you meet some of the boy's there," she shivered, "they make the strangest boys in Japan seem normal." Kurama gave her a startled look. Then to quickly change to subject Mizuki suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! Look, it's Sakura Wars! My favorite animated film!"
They stayed quiet the rest of the flight, Kurama fell a asleep half way through Sakura Wars, and was woken when the plane landed my Mizuki.
Kurama mumbled his good bye as Mizuki was called off the plane. She smiled and waved.
When the general public was allowed off the plane Kurama shifted through the isle with his black carry-on bag and his navy blue jacket. He walked silently to the greeting area, (AN: I have no idea how this really works! I've only ever been to four airports!) where he saw a man dressed in a black suit holding a card with him name on it. He followed the man, who had already claimed Kurama's baggage.
He introduced himself as Gregory Finch, the boy's dorm top officer at MacAurthur high school. Mr. Finch, as students where to call him drove Kurama to through a forest up to gold gate that read: MacAurthur High School. Kurama stared in awe at his surroundings; the school was what could probably have been an old castle if he had been in Europe. It had a manicured lawn and trimmed bushed that surrounded the main building. There where many buildings that surrounded it, one had a sign that said Boy's Dorm another said Girl's Dorm.
"This is where I leave you, Mr. Minamino. Go up the stairs into the school, the first door on the right will be the Principals office, good day." Mr. Finch told him leaving him at the base of the stairs.
"Oh, the joy," Kurama sighed under his breath as he carried his luggage up the stairs. He entered the school and turned to his right and knocked on the door. A balding man in his late 50's answered the door. He was where a navy blue jacket and khaki slacks.
"Hello, dear boy! You must be Suuichi Minamino!" when Kurama gave a small nod the man beckoned him into his office. "I am Principal Greenly, you may call me that. Mr. Minamino, you may have guessed that you academic standards have gotten you into this school on a scholarship, but if your grades slip below a 2.5, you will be expelled from here. Now that pleasantry's are done, come meet you new Dorm Mates!" the man took Kurama's shoulder and led him from the room. Kurama grabbed his luggage the best he could and follow the man down the stares and to the building labeled Boy's Dorm.
Principal Greenly rapped on the door of the third door on the left. A boy with blond, royal blue streaked hair, bright blue eyes and a huge grin answered it. He was wearing a dark blue hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans.
"Good Morning Principal Greenly," he said politely.
"I will have none of that mockery, Mr. Sparks. Mr. Jaganashi, Mr. Urameshi! Please come here." Principal Greenly ordered the boys sternly.
Two both, both with black hair, one doing a gravity defying trick, the other had his slicked back, appeared from behind 'Mr. Sparks'. The boy with gravity defying hair was dressed in a black t-shirt with a band on it that Kurama couldn't read, and black jeans was barely 5 feet tall. The other boy wore the school uniform.
"Boy's, I'd like you to meet Suuichi Minamino, you new dorm mate. Don't burn anything and don't blow anything up." Principal Greenly turned and left.
"Geesh, I was trying to be nice. C'mon, kid, we'll fix you up." Kurama follow the blonde boy into the room, which was surprisingly neat looking. "I'm Kyle Sparks, just call me Kyle."
"Suuichi Minamino, but please call be Kurama." Kurama smiled as he dragged his stuff into the room.
"I'm Yusuke Urameshi, Yusuke, please. That is Hiei, Hiei Jaganashi, if we don't introduce you he probably will never announce himself." The boy with slicked back hair told Kurama.
"Thank you!" Kurama smiled, "Is there a place where I can put my stuff?"
"Sure! You get to share this closet with Hiei," Kyle motioned towards the appropriate closet, "this desk" he pointed at the on desk with out stuff on it, "and that bed!" the bed he pointed at was a neatly made twin bed.
Kurama unpacked his stuff; he put all of his in his suitcase away and turned to his carry on bag. He pulled a black square-ish case from it and set it on to of his desk.
"Oh, you're in the band! That's awesome! We are, too! What do you play?" Yusuke said excitedly.
"Oboe 1," Kurama said thoughtfully, "and you?"
"Trombone" he gestured to the maroon case that stood in the corner.
"I play Alto saxophone!" Kyle said grinning.
"Hiei, what do you play?" Kurama asked.
"Percussion, snare. When we march I'm on cymbals." Hiei said never looking up from the book he was reading.
"That's neat!" Kurama said to them, then he yawned, "Excuse me!" he blinked "Is there a clock in here?"
"Yup," Kyle looked at his watch, "11:20, we should be called for lunch soon. I recommend you run, our line will be long and hazardous, 'specially because it's a Saturday and everyone should be waking up around now."
"They'll ring a huge bell with every they call us to a meal and every week day at 6:00 A.M. and 11:30 P.M." Yusuke added, "What, ya tired?"
"Yes, Jet Lag is very annoying." Kurama said fighting another yawn, "Comparing my watch the time my plane will be taking off in 10 minutes."
Yusuke and Kyle made a face as a bell started to ring, both boys jumped up and grabbed Kurama and ran out the dorm room, Hiei ran ahead of them, towards the main building. the other boy laughed as they jogged ahead of teh crowd behind them.
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Authors note: I'm going to stop here, thank you for reading this, please review, I'll update next chance I get.
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Kait