Blind Ambition
By: Saroya
Rated: PG-13 for now. (Language, suggestive humor)
Warning:Shounen Ai for now.All haters go elsewhere.
Five thirty a.m. - an excruciating time to be up any day of the week. And yet there he was, the boy with blue and black hair- Horohoro, wandering through the halls of his school, there before everyone else as usual.
Sure, he could've come a little later, maybe slept in another half hour or so, but then again, he had a reason to be there at such an early time- something so tempting that even a full-time slacker like himself got excited about. The reason: free food and access to the school's computer database. Let's just say this was his version of "extra credit".
The spiky-haired boy peeked around a corner, being sure to not run into any janitors. Seeing no one in his way, he hastily trotted down the tile floor, sneakers not making a sound after years of practice. Nearly everyday he'd trace this path, a few yards down the main hall, a left at the gym, down another hallway until you came to the stairs, and then a right, landing him right smack at his least favorite class- Chemistry.
Horohoro was a surprisingly smart boy when it came to math, could b.s. his way through an essay in history and had no problem doing the writing assignments in English, but the one class he could not handle was located in the torture chamber in front of him. He blew up things in labs, snored a bit too loud during his teacher's lectures, was at a loss for words to explain his answers, and just plain bombed nearly every question on every test. This was why he could be found almost every day, sneaking his way to the door, picking the lock and entering the lab as silent as a mouse, all to look at other people's answers and change his own.
Slumping down into his teacher's chair, he reached below to the lowest drawer of the desk and shuffled through, until he found what he was looking for- the bottle of scotch that was always kept well hidden within old essay papers. Grinning to himself, he popped the top and took a sip, sighing as he switched on the computer, the dull humming sound reverberating from the monitor as it booted up. He typed in the password, clicked on grades and skimmed through the long list of student names until he found his own- the grade written down: F. The boy grumbled curses at his senile teacher as he went through all his assignments, many of which were graded with a big fat 0, and quickly began to bring up his grade. In less than fifteen minutes, he had a C.
Quite happy with himself, he grinned widely and shut down the computer- as much as he hated his teacher, the old man was good for one thing: deception. He would go with whatever his computer told him, even if he knew it wasn't right. And not once had he questioned whether or not someone might have broken in to change things. For those reasons, he loved that cranky bastard.
He went to one of the sinks in the lab, filling the bottle up to about the point it had been before his little intrusion and set it back in place in the purposely crowded drawer. Horo let out a great yawn as he closed the Chemistry door behind him, re-locking it as he went. Looking around and scratching the back of his head, he began to stroll down the hall, heading no where in particular, hands in his pockets.
"Horohoro!"
The blue-haired teen's eyes shot open, coming face to face with angry little eyes, similar to his own. Sitting up from where he'd been stretched out on the front step on the school entrance, he glared at his little sister, Pirika.
"What do you want?" he whined, glancing at his watch- it was now seven a.m., meaning he'd managed to gain another hour of sleep since changing his grades.
"If you don't wake up soon, you're gonna be late for class!" she snapped, slapping him upside the head.
"Damn it!" he growled, rubbing his face. "Class doesn't start for a half an hour! I'll be fine- just leave me alone!"
"Well then, what if I told you your loyal band mates are waiting for you somewhere?" she asked slyly, grinning as his eyes widened.
"Pirika," he replied slowly. "Just tell me where Yoh and the others are and I won't be forced to kill you." The blue-haired girl grinned, patting her brother's spiked up hair.
"Heh, they're out back as usual," she giggled, and skipped up the steps into the school. Her brother grumbled something under his breath before rising to his feet, sighing as he made his way around the school, not bothering to wave to his Chemistry teacher as the old man passed him along the way.
Seeing the spiky brown hair from where he stood, he headed for the wall that lined the back entrance of the school. Yoh sat on the wall, grinning down at the tiny dirty-blonde boy, Manta, and Lyserg, the boy with the bright green hair, laughed from where he leaned against the pale tan cement barrier. Ryu, their tall upperclassman friend, smirked at whatever joke Yoh had said.
"Hey," he greeted apathetically to the group of boys, who all turned in his direction, waving small hellos to the blue and black haired boy. Horo climbed up the wall, taking his usual spot beside Yoh, looking around at his three best friends.
All together, they formed Oversoul, a band of five delinquent boys, who'd been playing together for two years. Yoh was the lead singer and one of the guitarists, Ryu played guitar, Lyserg the keyboards, Horo the drums, and Manta was their manager and producer- worrying about everything the other laid-back group members didn't.
"Here for extra credit?" Yoh chuckled form beside him, getting a small nod and yawn in return. Horo heard a small sniff come from Manta, and smirked down at the little boy.
"Got somethin' to say, shorty?"
The small brunette glared at him. "It's just that some people actually work for their grades, idiot. Don't call me shorty," he growled.
You know I'm just kidding, Manta," the other boy laughed. "And who says I'm not working? It took me a whole fifteen minutes to fix my grade!" The shorter boy grumbled as the rest of the group burst out in laughter.
"Hey, jerks!" All five boys flinched simultaneously- that shrill, bone-chilling voice could only be that of one girl- Anna Kyoyama. They winced as the blonde-haired girl stepped out of the back doors, glaring at every one of them.
When she'd told them that she wanted to be their "roadie", they had thought she meant that she'd run around, helping them get ready for concerts, moving equipment, ect- alas, that wasn't the deal. Instead, she called herself a kind of "motivator"- in other words, she was just like Manta, only in girl form. She bossed the boys around, making sure they kept up in school while also working hard for the band. Horo could remember all the times he'd gotten a phone call in the wee hours of the morning from Anna, the girl yelling at him to go to bed and sleep. Though none of them would admit it, she was good to have around.
"Oh, hi, Anna," Yoh greeted nervously, giving her a small wave. Her head whipped in his direction, eyes narrowing.
"Hi nothing, slacker," she growled. "The bell rings in five minutes, and then your ass is late," she turned to look at the rest of them. "In other words, all of you better move!"
"Oh, Anna, do you have to be so rude about it?" a small voice said from behind the blonde girl. Anna whipped around, glaring down into the eyes of a shorter, pink haired girl. Immediately the other girl's eyes widened and she looked down at her shoes. "Umn…I mean…never mind." Tamao was the shyest girl of Anna's group, which consisted of her, Tamao and Pirika, who at this point had left Anna to deal with her brother and his friends.
"That's what I thought," the blonde sniffed, and then looked back at the band members. "Now, are you guys coming?"
Groaning, all five boys picked up their backpacks and books, and headed into the overly-crowded public school.
Saroya's Note: I have finally posted something somewhat good on this account! Yes! Please review and tell me what you think, because I want to know if I should bother continuing this.
Saroya's Preview: A new kid shows up in HoroHoro's class. Any guesses on whom he may be?
