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Kiram POV
August 19"Come on girls" said Mrs. Urameshi, carefully poking her head into Arnitaka's chaos-filled classroom, "I know I'm gonna regret this but, it's time for announcements."
"Yay!" I pounced on the desk and pumped my fist in the air, "Woo-hoo!"
"Dammit Kiram, get your ass down here," muttered Wy.
" Fine." I pouted, putting on my puppy-dog eyes.
"God…lets go" she said rolling her eyes.
We grabbed our stuff; Wy carries what few books she hasn't yet destroyed in a black Nike gym bag. My books however, travel in style in a hemp one-strap backpack.
I bounce down the hall only to be stopped by…
"Look," I squealed, "more hot guys! This schools full of 'em."
"Kami-sama, please, please thunderbolt her or something" whispered Wy under her breath.
"It's lightning bolt not thunderbolt" announced an amused Kurama.
"Lookie" I shouted unknowingly pointing straight at the two demons "even the demons are-" I died out as a monstrous blush spread over my face.
So she thinks we're cute?
I think that was from Kurama to Hiei.
Should I tell them we're telepaths? I asked Wy.
We already know broadcasted Hiei.
"Um…uh…oops?" I mumbled.
"Come on! Announcements!" shrieked Wy, dragging me after her.
We stumbled, breathless, into the office only to be greeted with a glare from Kieko as she thrust a paper into my hands.
"Here. Read this. And no funny stuff."
"Yes ma'am" I mocked as she walked out.
"Gimme that."
"But Wy, I wanna-"
"Ok" proclaimed Wy "Here's the announcements for our beloved Sariasota high…wtf?!…I'm not doing that!"
"Let me see!"
"Um…Go tryouts are all next week so all you little freaky nerds can go play and pop zits or…whatever you weird little people do" she passed me the paper.
"Week after next is the mandatory trip to the history museum…what fun."
"Guy's swim trials are today at 6pm."
"Wy, I've gotta watch that…hot guys…in Speedos."
"Wipe off the drool Kiram, you're flooding the mic!"
"Sorry."
"Damn, these are boring…Kiram, what CDs do you have?"
"Um…POD, In Flames, Lost Prophets, and…uh…Karmic-"
"Toss me the Lost Prophets and bar the door."
"Gimme a sec…here ya go" I ran to shove the main office desk in front of the door.
"Ok…Kiram please don't. Sing. Along…lets go with…Last Train Home."
♪Intro
for all the broken-hearted here
love was once a part
and now its disappeared-♪
Someone started banging on the door.
"Damn you baka's! I can't hear this!" bellowed Wy.
"I.Don't.Care!" cried Keiko. "Open this damn door!"
"Whoa…you cuss?" I yelled over the banging.
"That was a one time thing. Now will you-"
with an enormous crash the door flew over the desk. Over the desk climbed an irritated Keiko followed by Yusuke, who was rubbing his shoulder.
"Damn, Keiko. Why couldn't I've used my rei gun?" Yusuke whined.
"Because students" she glared in our direction "aren't supposed to know about your powers. You're getting old and-"
"But-"
"No buts mister! How dare you even think of exposing our innocent students to-"
"Well, we're definitely not innocent," grinned Wy.
"And about his powers we already know about him…and Hiei and Kurama." I added.
"Kuwabaka's just a stupid ningen" Wy cut in.
"As expected."
"Yep. No surprises there."
"That's it girls! Go sit outside the office with the rest of the troublemakers!" shouted Keiko.
"Cool. I can't wait to meet some of 'em."
And with that we gathered up our crap and marched out. As we walked to the main office we could hear Keiko gathering up steam.
"How the hell did those delinquents learn about you and the others?! If it was Botan I swear I'll kill her! She's gone too far!" roared Keiko.
"There's something about those two…" said Yusuke.
"I don't care! Oh…you people are all so…so immature and irresponsible and you! You're the worst one of them all!"
She gradually faded out as we got farther from the media office.
Wy, since everyone except the baka knows that we're aware that they're not exactly human, should we tell them about me?
I don't know. I feel that we can trust them, but how are we gonna tell them?
I'm not telling the baka
Duh
Ooh, who's the Goth near the door?
Another guy?
No…it's definitely a girl
"Hey. What're you here for?" I said cheerfully as I plopped down next to the black-garbed girl. The girl looked up with a glare that would make Kuwabaka pee his pants.
"Hacking."
"Into what?"
"School grade mainframe."
"Really?! Could you fix my math quiz? And my chemistry exam? And that anatomy thing I blew up?"
"Kiram, you took anatomy last year, and I blew up the CPR doll." Wy snapped. "Now. You-" she indicated the techie "-do you have a name?"
"Yeah," she grinned. I could tell she was playing with Wy.
"And what is it?" growled Wy through gritted teeth.
"Zai."
"Hiyas Zai!" called a tall, lanky redhead who was wearing a pair of, ugh, maroon bellbottoms. "I've got lunch!"
"Just how long have you been sitting here?" I asked.
"Since about nine thirty this morning; and you're in Zephyr's seat." Stated Zai rather matter-of-factly.
"Who?" I asked rather stupidly.
"Him" said Wy pointing to the guy.
'Nice pair. I thought. 'One with combat boots and chains, the other with flashbacks from the 70s'
"You two going out?" I asked.
"No" stated Zai, "he's gay," like a well-known fact or something. "We're just friends."
"What's up guys?" He bubbled, " I know you…Kiram, right? From gym class."
"Yep! And this is Wy."
"Uh, where do you live?" piped in Zai "I've seen you somewhere…"
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The amazing thing about this chappie is the fact that one. Kiram actually wrote something. Two. Zai and Zephyr make an appearance. (Amazing accomplishment. One of the few. You should be proud of her. Thought I was gonna have to strangle her to get her to write them in. She wants to be the one who writes everyone in, she supposedly has some good ideas, but then it takes her forever to write down something.) And three. It's sooo long. Not at all like her. But it is like her to hand it over to me and expect me to wrap it up. So sorry bout the cliffy. Spout your rage at Kiram. This is continued in the next chappie. Hopefully you'll read on. Don't forget to review. We may have to threaten you. You won't like that. So r&r.