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Highschool assignment
If there was one thing that Hisoka hated in this damned afterlife - it was highschool assignments. That is how he called all the cases in which he and his brain - damaged partner were sent to investigate something that required them to blend in some highschool. Tzuzuki would pretend to be a substitute teacher (he even once posed as a priest in a catholic school), and he, for lack of other options, would become a studant.
Needless to say, Hisoka wasn't in the best of moods right now, for he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair, behind a desk with a missing leg, next to a group of girls who were srarring at him and gigling, listening to Tzuzuki's endless chatter about world war one. Yup. Highschool assignment.
He looked around the classroom in hopes to find something at least remotly relevent to the case, so he could get his mind of the annoing situation he was in. Ignoring the dangerous sparks in some of the girls (and boys!) eyes, he glanced a little farther, studying the studants faces, and trying to sense the surface of their feelings. What he found out made him even more annoyed and slightly... nervous. This class could get a Guinness award for the amount of wirdous per square meter!
For instance: in the right corner of the class, by the window, sat an orange haired kid, with a vary sour expression and a living, purring kitten on his head. One didn't need any special empathic powers to see that the red head was fuming with anger. There was someting weird in him, something that made Hisoka's eye twich a bit, but he decided not to dwell on it and continew the scan.
Behind Hisoka, rocking on the chair (which made horrible screaching noises), sat a blond girl with a smug expression on her face and a metal pipe held in her left hand.
The weirdest of them all, though, was a dark haired girl, in the back of the classroom, who's feelings he just couldn't sense. After scaning the whall class, and finding something like a blind spot in her area, he tryed harder, now focusing his power diractly at her. It didn't work. it felt as if he was mentaly smashing his forhead on a wall (only mentaly, thank god). It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation. He felt excactly the same when he was trying to sense tzuzuki's or Tatsumi's feelings. It was... dark.
"better tell Tzuzuki about this", he thought as he looked at his watch.
"If it's not relevent to the case, i'm eating Watari's owl!"