:Two weeks Later:
Komiko Ishitono fidgeted in her seat. It was the end of fourth period, and this semester fourth period meant Healthy Lifestyles. Which also meant sex education. Something Komiko didn't really need any more information about.
But fourth period also meant it was almost two eighteen, which was the end of the school day. But that wasn't much consolation for having to study the human reproduction systems.
The teacher looked up, two minutes before the bell rang. The classes had finsihed their assignments and were moving around talking. The teacher raised her voice to be heard.
"Has anyone seen Suechi? He's been gone a dreadful long time."
No one actually answered her, so the teacher stayed silent. Komiko turned back to her friend, Logi Gionio. "Where has Suechi been?"
Logi shrugged. "Dunno. He's always gone, it seems. Why d'you care?"
Komiko flipped her short red hair. "No reason. It's just he's always gone. First excuse, the flu. Next, a special camp. Now, he doesn't even bother with excuses. But because he always does so well in the school he's bothered to come to, they don't send home anything. It's unusual, that's all."
Logi shrugged again. "Well, you're unusual as well, Miko. You get better grades than he does, and still you ask too many questions. Just give it a rest."
The bell finally rang, and Logi waved her through the door. "Go on, I gotta ask Mrs. Kirsirarkon about a make-up test."
Komiko walked stiffly out of the classroom, and groaned inwardly as she saw Guoi Tukenaka leaning against the lintel. For the past week, he had been hanging around, flirting with her.
:Well, maybe not with me. Possibly more flirting AT me.: Komiko tried to ignore him as the handsome boy fell into step with her.
"So, Komiko, y'just have Health class?"
"I believe you can read, so go and find out yourself. It says on the door. Maybe then you will leave." Komiko didn't look at him.
"Well, did they teach you all about sex?"
"Male, female, yes. But then again I'm not sure if you are either."
"Okay then, Miko, you can teach me all about what you've learned." Guoi stepped in front of her and put a hand on her right shoulder.
Komiko jumped as if burned, and backhanded Guoi so hard he staggered into the lockers behind him. Everyone in the hall turned to look as the popular Guoi experienced rejection for the first time in his history of dating. "Don't touch me!" Komiko hissed, almost like an angry animal.
Guoi stood upright, and strode over to her. Grabbing her forearm in a tight fist, he growled at her. "No one says no to me!"
"I believe she just did, Guoi."
Komiko and Guoi looked around to see Suechi Minamino standing placidly in the middle of the hallway, hands in pockets, voice laconic.
"Listen, punk, nose oughta this, or you'll regret it!" Guoi didn't look remotely handsome, his face screwed up in anger.
"Oh really?" Suechi looked ready to yawn. "I somehow very much doubt that. Now, if you'll take your hands off of Komiko, I'm sure you won't regret it."
"Was that a threat?!" Guoi looked murderous.
"Oh, yes, it was. I'm surprised you figured it out all by yourself." Suechi smiled thinly.
"Suechi, I can take care of myself." Komiko looked slightly embarrassed. Guoi turned back to her.
"Sweetie, stay oughta this one." Without warning, he placed a slurpy kiss on Komiko's lips. She leapt backwards, repulsed, then fury took over her face. Spinning about in a roundhouse kick, Komiko caught Goui in the stomach. He grunted, but then threw his heavy frame towards her, only to be thrown back down. Komiko looked up.
Suechi stood behind him. Apparently, the red haired boy had pulled backwards on Goui's shoulder with enough force to flip him down as he charged forewards. But Goui, a member of the school's boxing team, wouldn't go down easily, not even after a blow to the head and stomach, plus being thrown to the floor.
Facing Suechi, Goui assumed a boxer's stance. "You're gonna pay for that, Minamino."
By then, a ring of students had circled the three, teachers apparently oblivious to the activities outside their doors. Oblivious, or perhaps, they didn't really care.
Suechi lifted his chin, and to the astonishment of all, began to laugh softly. Goui stood confused for a moment, than charged him. Suechi sidestepped his opponent, and then rapped him on the back with the side of his hand, hitting a pressure point expertly. Goui gave a little sigh, then slumped down unconscious. The students hadn't expected the fight to be finished so soon, but dispersed muttering quietly. Suechi made his way over to Komiko.
"You all right?"
"Yes." Komiko looked down. "Thank you. But I should of been able to protect myself."
Suechi gave a little shrug as they walked down the hall. "He put you off guard. You weren't expecting the fool to kiss you. Because, clearly, only a fool would do so."
Emiko stopped abruptly and faced him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Wha-?"
"You think he was a fool to want to kiss me?"
"I never-"
"Do you think I'm not pretty enough for anyone to want to kiss me?"
"No, it's-"
"I'll have you know, Suechi, a girl would have to be a fool to kiss you, too!" Komiko glared at him. "And I didn't ask you to help me back there."
"You didn't have to. It's my job to aid a damsel in distress." Suechi gave a little mock bow. Komiko stared at him.
"What?" Suechi frowned, slightly confused. "What did I say?"
"Nothing." Komiko sighed. "That just sounded as though I've heard that before, some ware. I'm not sure."
With that, she turned heel and walked out of the building.
The next day, however, Komiko sought out Suechi. She found him the the school's solitary courtyard right before lunch. As some students were allowed to eat outside on nicer days, other kids ignored him. Seeing him standing by the school's one patch of roses, Komiko walked up behind Suechi.
"Yes?" He turned ever so slightly.
"You're friends with that boy from Sarazaki Junior High, Yusuke Urameshi."
"Yes."
"I heard he died a while back."
"He didn't. Or maybe, he came back to life." There was a hint of amusement in Suechi's voice.
"I believe it." Komiko was freverent.
"Do you?"
"I believe in a lot of things." Komiko abruptly changed the subject. "And I believe I owe you an apology."
Suechi turned to her. "You think so?"
Komiko bowed her head. "Yes. Even if I could have taken care of myself, I didn't. But I still acted rotten to you even after you helped me. I'm sorry."
Suechi gently touched her right shoulder in acknowledgement. She jumped, and stared at him.
"What?" Suechi removed his hand quickly.
"N-Nothing! I just don't feel too well. I'd better go home." Without another word, she turned and fled.
Komiko Ishitono fidgeted in her seat. It was the end of fourth period, and this semester fourth period meant Healthy Lifestyles. Which also meant sex education. Something Komiko didn't really need any more information about.
But fourth period also meant it was almost two eighteen, which was the end of the school day. But that wasn't much consolation for having to study the human reproduction systems.
The teacher looked up, two minutes before the bell rang. The classes had finsihed their assignments and were moving around talking. The teacher raised her voice to be heard.
"Has anyone seen Suechi? He's been gone a dreadful long time."
No one actually answered her, so the teacher stayed silent. Komiko turned back to her friend, Logi Gionio. "Where has Suechi been?"
Logi shrugged. "Dunno. He's always gone, it seems. Why d'you care?"
Komiko flipped her short red hair. "No reason. It's just he's always gone. First excuse, the flu. Next, a special camp. Now, he doesn't even bother with excuses. But because he always does so well in the school he's bothered to come to, they don't send home anything. It's unusual, that's all."
Logi shrugged again. "Well, you're unusual as well, Miko. You get better grades than he does, and still you ask too many questions. Just give it a rest."
The bell finally rang, and Logi waved her through the door. "Go on, I gotta ask Mrs. Kirsirarkon about a make-up test."
Komiko walked stiffly out of the classroom, and groaned inwardly as she saw Guoi Tukenaka leaning against the lintel. For the past week, he had been hanging around, flirting with her.
:Well, maybe not with me. Possibly more flirting AT me.: Komiko tried to ignore him as the handsome boy fell into step with her.
"So, Komiko, y'just have Health class?"
"I believe you can read, so go and find out yourself. It says on the door. Maybe then you will leave." Komiko didn't look at him.
"Well, did they teach you all about sex?"
"Male, female, yes. But then again I'm not sure if you are either."
"Okay then, Miko, you can teach me all about what you've learned." Guoi stepped in front of her and put a hand on her right shoulder.
Komiko jumped as if burned, and backhanded Guoi so hard he staggered into the lockers behind him. Everyone in the hall turned to look as the popular Guoi experienced rejection for the first time in his history of dating. "Don't touch me!" Komiko hissed, almost like an angry animal.
Guoi stood upright, and strode over to her. Grabbing her forearm in a tight fist, he growled at her. "No one says no to me!"
"I believe she just did, Guoi."
Komiko and Guoi looked around to see Suechi Minamino standing placidly in the middle of the hallway, hands in pockets, voice laconic.
"Listen, punk, nose oughta this, or you'll regret it!" Guoi didn't look remotely handsome, his face screwed up in anger.
"Oh really?" Suechi looked ready to yawn. "I somehow very much doubt that. Now, if you'll take your hands off of Komiko, I'm sure you won't regret it."
"Was that a threat?!" Guoi looked murderous.
"Oh, yes, it was. I'm surprised you figured it out all by yourself." Suechi smiled thinly.
"Suechi, I can take care of myself." Komiko looked slightly embarrassed. Guoi turned back to her.
"Sweetie, stay oughta this one." Without warning, he placed a slurpy kiss on Komiko's lips. She leapt backwards, repulsed, then fury took over her face. Spinning about in a roundhouse kick, Komiko caught Goui in the stomach. He grunted, but then threw his heavy frame towards her, only to be thrown back down. Komiko looked up.
Suechi stood behind him. Apparently, the red haired boy had pulled backwards on Goui's shoulder with enough force to flip him down as he charged forewards. But Goui, a member of the school's boxing team, wouldn't go down easily, not even after a blow to the head and stomach, plus being thrown to the floor.
Facing Suechi, Goui assumed a boxer's stance. "You're gonna pay for that, Minamino."
By then, a ring of students had circled the three, teachers apparently oblivious to the activities outside their doors. Oblivious, or perhaps, they didn't really care.
Suechi lifted his chin, and to the astonishment of all, began to laugh softly. Goui stood confused for a moment, than charged him. Suechi sidestepped his opponent, and then rapped him on the back with the side of his hand, hitting a pressure point expertly. Goui gave a little sigh, then slumped down unconscious. The students hadn't expected the fight to be finished so soon, but dispersed muttering quietly. Suechi made his way over to Komiko.
"You all right?"
"Yes." Komiko looked down. "Thank you. But I should of been able to protect myself."
Suechi gave a little shrug as they walked down the hall. "He put you off guard. You weren't expecting the fool to kiss you. Because, clearly, only a fool would do so."
Emiko stopped abruptly and faced him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Wha-?"
"You think he was a fool to want to kiss me?"
"I never-"
"Do you think I'm not pretty enough for anyone to want to kiss me?"
"No, it's-"
"I'll have you know, Suechi, a girl would have to be a fool to kiss you, too!" Komiko glared at him. "And I didn't ask you to help me back there."
"You didn't have to. It's my job to aid a damsel in distress." Suechi gave a little mock bow. Komiko stared at him.
"What?" Suechi frowned, slightly confused. "What did I say?"
"Nothing." Komiko sighed. "That just sounded as though I've heard that before, some ware. I'm not sure."
With that, she turned heel and walked out of the building.
The next day, however, Komiko sought out Suechi. She found him the the school's solitary courtyard right before lunch. As some students were allowed to eat outside on nicer days, other kids ignored him. Seeing him standing by the school's one patch of roses, Komiko walked up behind Suechi.
"Yes?" He turned ever so slightly.
"You're friends with that boy from Sarazaki Junior High, Yusuke Urameshi."
"Yes."
"I heard he died a while back."
"He didn't. Or maybe, he came back to life." There was a hint of amusement in Suechi's voice.
"I believe it." Komiko was freverent.
"Do you?"
"I believe in a lot of things." Komiko abruptly changed the subject. "And I believe I owe you an apology."
Suechi turned to her. "You think so?"
Komiko bowed her head. "Yes. Even if I could have taken care of myself, I didn't. But I still acted rotten to you even after you helped me. I'm sorry."
Suechi gently touched her right shoulder in acknowledgement. She jumped, and stared at him.
"What?" Suechi removed his hand quickly.
"N-Nothing! I just don't feel too well. I'd better go home." Without another word, she turned and fled.