TITLE: Forever

CHAPTER: Ready, steady, go!

AUTHORS: Kami Beverly and WindKit

FANDOM: Furuba

GENRE: Angst/Comedy/(Romance?)

RATING: PG-13 (T)

WARNING: Erm… strangeness. Possible shonen-ai

DISCLAMER: We don't own.

SUMMARY: life at school. Mabudachi Trio-centric

NOTES: . ;

It was a perfectly beautiful day. The birds were chirping. The sun was shining. The breeze was scented and fresh and warm. The… well, you get the point. Shigure and Ayame could be seen poking their heads out the window, shouting to their roommate- well, ex-roomate.

"We love you! Come baaaaaaaaack!"

"No! Don't go! Whaaaaaa"

Hatori sighed from the dark recesses of the room, nose stuck in his book. "You guys don't really mean that. Leave the poor guy alone."

"YOSH!"

'…What. The. Fuck.' Hieu sighed, sweatdropping, as he trudged away. 'Freaks.'

A flash of silver hair and a loud screech- that's all his senses managed to translate. "Aya…" he whined sleepily, pulling a pillow over his head. "Yakamashiiii"

The golden-eyed teenager flopped in the middle of the room, wailing loudly. "I lost my ivory brush!"

"That's nice, Aya…" snore

"Gure-chan!" He cried, puppy-wide eyes teary. "How can you say that!"

"Easily… I mean. Err- have you checked the drawer yet?" He smiled, though it was obviously strained.

"Ahh! I forgot!" The taller of the two bounded over to the joint bathroom. "There it is, yay! Thanks Gure-chan!"

"Whatever," he mumbled, intent on returning to sleep. That didn't seem to be an option, however. A loud squeal and bounce later, Ayame was sitting on his back.

"'Gure! Brush my hair, 'negai!"

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, sitting up.

Hatori glanced up as he heard the chair next to him scrape against the floor. "Good morning, Shigure-kun."

"That's what you think."

"What do you mean, 'Gure?" Ayame exclaimed loudly, practically glomping the boy as he bounced over, hugging him from behind. "We had the most fun time, didn't we?"

"Ayame, I'm too tired for this," he sighed.

"Glad you had fun," the more serious of the three answered indifferently as he returned to his reading.

The bell rang.

Shigure sighed in relief as Ayame was forcibly shipped off to the back of the class, where the teacher was sure he couldn't 'bother' anybody (and boy, was she wrong- this only caused Ayame to yell things out more often, not to mention louder).

"Hello class, the new semester has finally arrived and I'm sure you're all as excited to get back to work as I am." the teacher announced to the class, smiling. The class, however, was not what she hoped, because instead of a class full of eager students, everyone was chatting merrily; completely ignoring her.

Despite this, the teacher was quite unfazed, and with nothing more than a twitching eye, started roll-call. "Nishi Aida?" "Here." "Koyama Naru?" "Here." "Soh-." "PRESENT, TEACHER-DONO!" Ayame exclaimed; flowers could be seen in the background. "…Thank you, Ayame. Sohma Hatori?" "Here." "Sohma Shigure?" "…" "SHIGURE!" Her eyes glinted as her voice suddenly became sickly sweet. "Shigure, did you do your summer assignment?" The room suddenly became quiet as all eyes focused on him.

"Eh… Well, you see…" he started, chuckling nervously.

"Shigure!" Flames practically erupted behind her as her voice became the equivalent of nails scrapping on a chalkboard.

He whimpered, head dropping on his desk. Hatori ignored all that happened around him expertly. A murmur brushed through the students, most either reprimanding him, expressing how they felt bad for him or… well, feeling earaches of their own.

By this point, Hatori felt that he should remind the teacher that they didn't have all day. She instantly dropped back into her sweet, demure personality, scratching the back of her head nervously- and scaring the wits off half her students simultaneously.

"That's right, I'm very sorry class. Moving on with role call…"

"Sensei, everyone is here. May we just begin class?"

"Ah, all right. Today we will- wait… what subject do I teach again?"

The lunch bell finally rang, bringing quite a few people out of their lecture-induced stupor. As the students filtered out of their classroom, relieved laughter and cries of joy emerged from the halls as a stampede of hungry boys passed them by. Most members of the class vanished into the crowd within seconds, leaving a few stragglers, including the trio of cousins.

"Class was sooo boring," the more energetic one moaned, splaying himself across the others' desk dramatically.

"Yes, well, if you tried actually listening to what the teacher said every once in a while, you might actually find it interesting. Or at least pretend."

"I'm starving!" Shigure whined, throwing his hands up.

"Yakisoba!" He and Ayame squealed in union, jumping to their feet.

"Fine," Hatori replied gruffly. "We'll get yakisoba. I assume I'm paying?"

"Would you pleaaaase?" Ayame replied happily, clinging on the teenager's sleeve.

Hatori peeled him off carelessly, heading out the door.

"Ah, I forgot something!" Ayame cried, bringing his fingers to his lips. "I'll be right back!" he laughed, turning around and running towards the main building. Shigure blinked, looking back at the rapidly-vanishing figure. He looked at Hatori quizzically, who just shrugged.

Ayame was humming to himself as he left the classroom again, journal safely in his arms. His way was suddenly blocked by a tall senior student. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Perfect." He blinked, taking a step back.

"I'm not a-"

"Girl? You might as well be, you little fag. What's with the hair? What kind of freak has silver hair and gold eyes?" He mocked, stepping closer. Ayame stumbled backwards, wide-eyed, unable to work his mouth. "Why the hell is it long, anyway? I'm surprised you're not wearing a dress." The slight teen whimpered, shoulder hitting the edge of the doorframe as he moved back, eyes watering.

"I bet you've tried to sleep with at lea-"

"That's enough," the sharp voice cut him off angrily as the boy appeared in front of the snake, navy eyes narrowed at the man.

"Aww, if it isn't the boyfriend to the rescue," he sneered, returning Shigure's glare.

"Shut up and leave," he snarled, standing his ground.

The bully rolled his eyes. "Whatever. See you around, princess." He grinned nastily at Hatori as he passed the quiet teen, disappearing down the stairs.

"Aya? Hey, Aya…" Shigure spoke softly as he turned to face the pretty teen, hand on his shoulder. "You okay? Don't listen to him, he's just…"

The boy shivered as he bit his lip, rubbing his eyes morosely.

"It's okay, we're here," he sighed, lips pressing against his cousin's forehead as he hugged him close.

Ayame broke apart that instant, fingers curling in Shigure's jacket as he cried against his shoulder.

"It's okay…how about we go get that yakisoba now? Or maybe some crepes?" asked Shigure, patting Ayame on the back soothingly.

He sniffled, though a small smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. "Okay… can I have some strawberry banana?"

"Of course you can!"

He laughed through the tears as they headed out.

Shigure and Ayame were prancing happily in the park as they ate their crepes, Hatori trailing closely behind them. Suddenly, a large white blur shot past them, screaming, "I'm late! I'm late!"

They blinked in unison. "Was that..?"

"No, Momiji's yellow and brown, not white."

"Oo… kay. Why did it have a pocket watch?"

"…Dunno."

They all blinked again, blinked a third time (for good measure) and shrugged, before going on their way.

The end! Of chapter one… MWAHAHAHA