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First encounters
And finaly, the bell rang. Hisoka pretended to search for something around his sit, so the fact that he's staying in recess to talk to the new history teacher wouldn't look suspicious (what's the harm in doing that, you may ask, but Hisoka was a very hard working shinigami and took his job seriously, paying attention to every little detail. Slowly, studants began to float out of the classroom. first came out the tough looking blond who sat behind him, dragging the dark haired girl and another one, followed by some girls with murderous looks on their faces. Then a huge group of boys (Hisoka blushed when when one of them blew a kiss at him - damnit! What's wrong with the youth today?). And then - oh, this jaust wasn't his day! - another boy had departed from the group, and came to his desk.
"Hello, - said the boy with a kind smile, - I am souma yuki, head of the student counsil here. You're... - here he looked at his papers, - Kurasaki Hisoka, right? We figured in the counsil that you need someone to show you around, and i volunteered to do it (actualy, he just pulled the shortest straw, but he was smart enough not to mention it). Would you like to come with me?"
Hisoka opened his mouth to refuse, took a glance at tzuzuki, who was wiping the blackboard with his sleeve, and decided that taking a tour of the building and getting to know some people wasn't such a bad idea.
"Sure, Souma kun, i'd love that, - the empath smiled back and got up... only to sit down again, feeling utterly shocked. He was striked by the boy's unusual appearence. His hair was grey, something that was rare, but did exist. His eyes, however... the eye color... he knew only one person (he couldn't even say it was a "living" person) who had such eye color. But more, much more than that, the reason that made him miss a few heartbeats and stare in shock at the student in front of him was something... he just couldn't put his finger own. It wasn't the obvious, almost overwelming darkness he felt earlier from the black haired girl. No... that was something more deep, more... more... ahh! He just couldn't figure it out.
"Ku... Kurosaki kun, are you ok? - worried amethist eyes stared at him, forcing him to get back to reality.
"Hi... i mean Kurosaki, are you feeling ill? Do you need me to walk you to the nurses office? - eyes of the same amethist color, only much older and wiser now stared at him as well.
"I... there is no need for that, - Hisoka replied, suddenly feeling extrrimly angry at himself for showing his wikness like that, - thank you, Tzuzuki sensei. Souma kun, are we going now?"
"This case is getting weirder by the minute," he thought to himself, walking out of the classroom, leaving a very worried Tzuzuki behind.
"As much extraordinary as this guy and the other girl may be, i don't have the slightest clue of how any of this connects to those murders. If there even is any relevence".