AU – Tatakoe koukou no shusseki suru (Attending Tatakoe High)
(alternate universe, shonen ai) Kurama and Hiei are normal humans; attending regular, everyday ningen school. NOT YOUR USUAL SCHOOL 'AU' FIC - because THIS time they DON'T go to the same high school . . . pairings; KuraHiei, YusKei, KuwYuk, KoeBot.
Shonen ai (perhaps some yaoi) eventually. n.n;;
BE WARNED if you don't like it, ok, minna-san? =n.n=
Pairings: Kurama x Hiei, Yusuke x Keiko, Kuwabara x Yukina, Koenma x Botan
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue (kudasai! =n.n=).
(if I forgot the dissy last chapter . . . sorry! u.u;; truth is, I don't think I'll EVER own them! ::cries:: T.T)
Ok, I've decided to let you guys know what day it is n.n;
Jus so everyone knows from whose POV it is, ne?
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ok, well this chapter is the same day (and [OVERALL] POV) as the last chapter ( . . . err . . . Thursday (after school; obviously in the afternoon) . . . and . . . Hiei's POV. Oo;; )
The next chappie will be from Kura's POV, as well – and the same day! n.n;;;
eheh heh heh . . . ok, minna-san?
Any confusion, see the last post-script!
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Thursday afternoon
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. . . beforehand . . .
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Blinking at the fast retreating redhead, Hiei opened his mouth to retort sarcastically, only to be pushed against the building to his right; a horde of teenage girls completely ignoring his existence to chase after the green-eyed teen frantically scrambling down the street, who was now only a fast-disappearing (and now distant) blur of red and the awful pink of the guy's school uniform.
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Chapter Two
Sisters
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Hiei shook his head at the brush-in with the (obviously) popular teen, but stopped suddenly as his thoughts stilled, remembering why he was here . . . in this part of the city . . . without glancing around, he ducked into a nearby alley, quickly finding a fire escape and climbing up to the roof, his rough hands catching hold of the chill, rusted metal as he nearly flew up the side of the building . . . he had done this before.
As the teen reached the top, he easily flipped up and over, landing neatly on his own two feet. Taking a deep breath, he started running, getting closer to the edge and then . . . flying . . .
The brief wind that stirred the spiky locks caused him to close his eyes momentarily, the spell only broken by the sudden landing back on solid—err . . . roof.
Without hesitation, he continued running, leaping and landing almost effortlessly on the next building. Looking down into the schoolyard, he spotted a mass of red-skirted schoolgirls and pink-clad boys. Using his dark eyes to quietly survey the scene, he quickly found what he was looking for.
A young girl, that looked to be about his age, was smiling, amused and easily patient, as two of her friends, a brunette and the blue-haired ditz, conversed in what seemed to be nothing but simple, good-natured banter. The boy on top of the roof took her in quietly, his deep red eyes watching as one of the friends made a comment, causing the girl to laugh, the unnaturally pale green hair shifting as she giggled slightly.
. . . his heart ached . . .
Watching her, his heart ached . . . the normally hard look in the crimson eyes softened a bit, revealing a fleeting glimpse of the originally soft soul beneath . . . he wished he could hear her . . . could hear her . . . laugh . . .
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"BOTAAAN-CHAAN!" The two girls turned, hearing their friend call. The green-haired girl smiled as the short brunette with the cute, old-fashioned 'bob' cut finally caught up with them.
"Hello, Toumo-chan! What do you need?" The girl bowed politely at her, then began to speak.
"Oh, hey Yukina-chan. Well, what I need is for BOTAN-chan—"she turned, eyes currently sparking, to her other friend "—to give me the assignments I missed on Friday!" The blue-haired girl did her cat-face, the one when she knew she was guilty but trying to get out of it . . .
"Ano—why don't you ask Yameru-sensei for the assignments again?" Toumo raised her voice a bit more, getting annoyed.
"I DID!! He said he didn't have any more and didn't want to run stuff off the copier just because I was IRRESPONSIBLE about getting my homework from when I was absent!" The other girl's cat face started to show sweat at the flames emitting from her friend's blue eyes.
". . . well . . . you see, Toumo-chan . . . I . . . sort of—"
"YOU LOST THEM?!?!?" she roared, Toumo's voice strangely intimidating for such a slight-framed girl. Botan meeped, her feline countenance disappearing as she cowered fearfully under the other girl's glare. Yukina put a hand to her mouth, trying to hide the quiet laughter threatening to spill out of her . . . but to no success. A few light, musical giggles escaped as she watched her friend continue to yell her frustration out at Botan . . .
A gentle breeze floated by, ruffling her light, sea-green hair . . . closing her eyes, then looking up into the sky above, over the rooftops of the buildings—
"What?" she questioned quietly, her forehead knitting together in puzzlement as she continued to survey the rooftop of the building, more carefully this second time . . . she could have . . . SWORN—
"Hey . . . Yukina-chan . . . ?" she now heard Toumo inquire in a much calmer voice . . . looking back to her friend, the brunette continued, as Botan turned to look where the red-eyed girl's gaze had been not moments ago. "What's wrong?" Yukina shook her head in the negative, wide, innocent crimson eyes flickering back to the roof.
"Nothing . . ." she replied, her voice slightly faint as she searched the outline of the top of the building one last time . . .
"Did you see something?" Looking at Botan with a gentle smile, she shook her head again.
"No . . . I'm sorry. It was only a bird . . ." Then she remembered something. "—ne, Botan-chan, don't you need to do something today . . . ?" The blue-haired girl's fuschia eyes widened with realization.
Hurriedly, the girl checked her watch, the digital screen reading ' 3:57 '. "I HAVE A CLARINET LESSON AT FOUR!!!" And she took off down the street, yelling behind her, "JA, YUKINA-CHAN!! JA, TOUMO-CHAN!!!" The two girls sweatdropped at the sight of their friend's disappearing figure, until the brunette broke the silence.
"I had best be going, too . . . ballet lessons." Toumo stuck out her tongue, scrunching up her face to show her intense dislike of the dance. Yukina laughed a bit.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it." she offered kindly. "I'll see you tomorrow, Toumo-chan."
"See ya, Yukina-chan!" And so the two girls parted, each going their separate ways home . . .
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Perhaps breathing a bit harder than usual, the red-eyed boy sat, eyes slightly widened, his back pressed against the hard concrete of the short wall erected around the building's roof. Heart still thumping, his mind drifted back . . .
Almost . . . she had . . . almost . . .
Trying to shake his head free of the conflicting thoughts, he turned back around, peeking over the edge to easily spot the petite girl making her way to the gate of the school. Readying himself, he followed her . . . unseen in his position atop the various business' roofs . . . as she walked, oblivious to her guardian, on the sidewalk below . . .
A few minutes (and the occasional roof-to-roof leap) later, the separated pair came upon the residential stretch of the 'rich' district . . . his thoughts shadowed for a moment as he made his way down by way of another familiar fire escape . . . but still kept a good distance behind her.
Meiou High . . . the private school . . . for all the 'rich' kids . . .
Glancing up furtively, he hastily drank in the details of his sister's red uniform and allowed himself a small moment of pride . . . before looking away quickly.
Yes, he was glad his sister went to the private school . . . glad that she had been in the same foster family for her entire life . . . glad . . . that she didn't know she had a brother.
He sighed almost inaudibly, right hand fingering the switchblade he kept in his uniform's pants pocket . . . eyes darkening, the now dangerous gaze swept around the scene, keeping a sharp lookout for anything that might threaten his only kin . . .
Hiei watched discreetly as she made her way down the walk, to the cream-colored house at the end of the block . . . smiling slightly at his twin's fumbling around for her keys . . . then letting herself in . . . he turned around, not wanting to be seen in this . . . disgustingly RICH neighborhood . . . memories running in his mind like an old movie . . .
(::flashback::)
A nine-year-old boy sat between the motherly woman's folded legs, red eyes watching in fascination as she turned the pages, her own dark eyes almost smiling as softly as she was, as she explained the old, yellowed documents . . .
"Now, Hiei-chan . . . this is your sister—"he quickly turned around to look at her face-to-face, eyes wide.
"I have a sister?!" Miuko smiled again, tapping him on the button nose as she returned her gaze to the album, his own eyes soon following.
"Yes, Hiei-chan. Your mother gave birth to fraternal twins." The young eyes traveled over the old picture, of the two infants . . . his hand reached out to trace over the girl's newborn face . . .
"What's her name?" The boy asked softly, unable to tear his gaze from the ages-old photo.
". . . Yukina . . . and . . . by two minutes—" the woman supplied gently, hugging the dear son to her gently "—she's your little sister." He had sat quietly then, until suddenly piping up.
"Can we go see her?" Miuko smiled happily, closing her eyes as she again embraced the poor little child who had been through so much, feeling her throat constrict with unshed tears.
"Of course . . ."
(::end flashback::)
He scoffed quietly, the black boots clacking softly over the pavement as the sun began to wane . . . not feeling like going home to the drunken antics of his foster father, he decided instead to head for the park . . . at least THERE no one would bother him . . .
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Finding his usual secluded 'corner' free, he climbed up the branches of the old, sturdy pine that was encircled by a thick grove of smaller, younger trees. Ignoring the sap already starting to stain his uniform (it's not like it mattered, anyway . . . ) he settled himself on one particularly comfortable branch, where he could see the sun starting to set beyond the skyline decorated by buildings . . .
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Beginning to doze after a while, he finally closed his eyes, just resting them . . . he'd sneak back home by the time the old booze-king should have finally drunk himself into a half-conscious stupor . . . thought started to fade away into blissful dark . . . .
. . . until—
"Are you really going to sleep up there all night?" A mild voice asked from below. Growling slightly at the interruption of his nap, garnet eyes flicked open to glare down through the branches . . . spotting a mess of red, he narrowed his eyes, wondering how the boy knew he was up here, before leaning back once again in an attempt to sleep. After a few minutes of silence, the redhead continued.
"That's not very polite. Usually you are expected to answer when asked a question." The alto voice continued, though there was no indication of annoyance . . . as though he was merely stating a fact.
"Hn." The black-uniformed teen finally responded, not moving from his place. "It's none of your business." He heard a chuckle.
"Perhaps you're right . . . however, it IS my business when a switchblade lands at my feet from out of a tree."
In an instant Hiei was down (having instantly checked his pockets, and found nothing), on the ground, facing the tall, green-eyed teen, barely noting the amused gleam in the boy's eyes. Fixing a glare on him, he registered with a quick glance that said blade was nowhere in sight (otherwise he would have surely snatched it by now), though the right hand was submerged in one jeans pocket.
"Give it." He demanded, red eyes cold and hard. The redhead pulled it slowly out of his pocket, twidling the blade between his long, elegant fingers, then moved his green gaze almost lazily back to the tense boy in front of him. Hiei fought off his temper, instead continuing icily, "Give. It." Finally giving in, the red-haired boy let out a long sigh, extending the hand holding the blade. The red-eyed teen reached for it with a speed that showed his years of training under the sword, but still the redhead managed to pull it away. He looked up at the boy, aghast at first, but soon covering it up with another dark glare and a low hiss.
Unexpectedly, the tall boy laughed, merriment still clear in his eyes when the amusing outburst was over with.
"Actually, I think I'll keep it." Hiei growled, and the boy winked, again managing to leave him speechless. "Someone could get hurt with this, ne?" he continued, pocketing the weapon and starting to walk away. Frozen for a moment at this boy's boldness, Hiei suddenly growled and flung himself at the retreating figure.
"I SAID—GIVE IT!!" Expecting to easily pin the girlish-looking boy on his front, not caring if he actually hurt the other or not, he was surprised when the teen turned swiftly, blocking his attack easily and causing Hiei to spring back onto his own feet, immediately retreating into a defensive position.
Hard green eyes took him in, so very different from the expressive, amused ones they had been earlier. Hiei nearly shivered, but held his ground, keeping the position he had landed in. After waiting what seemed like hours (a few minutes) Hiei finally attacked, faking a flat-handed thrust to the side of the boy's head. Easily dodging, a low alto voice commented.
"You'll have to do better than that." Feeling the icy rage begin to boil at the shade of confidence in his tone, Hiei gritted his teeth and continued his attack, throwing dead-aim martial arts at the boy who dodged them with such complete and utter lack of effort, it only infuriated him more. At last there was a moment of respite, where Hiei was panting and still glaring icy daggers at his adversary.
Now the boy glanced up at the sky, straightening out of his stance. Hiei stood as well, though cautiously and slowly, never moving his eyes from his opponent.
"I must be going." The redhead bowed slightly to him, then fished in his pocket once again. "Here's your blade." The black-handled weapon landed with a soft 'thud' on the grass-covered ground. Hiei stared at him, suspicious. The boy shook his head with a smile as he turned around, disappearing into the trees with one last, faint comment filtering back.
". . . you need it . . ." Puzzled at the almost whispering tone, Hiei slowly walked forward, picking up the blade and carefully examining it, as though to expect a forgery of some kind . . . satisfied, he shrugged, pocketing the sharp object once again and heading off to his own home . . . with a grunt, he laughed at the irony.
Because what a perfectly beautiful 'home' it was . . .
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lol, ok, the next chapter will be Kurama's day after school; that means it's the same day here, people . . . -.-;
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Whoa, I think this is the most 'post-scripts' I've ever put in a single chapter n.n;; eheh . . .
ANYWAY, I JUS got the DVD for 'Terrible Truths' and so I now KNOW that 'Meiou' (Kura and Yuki and Botan's school) is actually spelled 'Meio' . . . and that the fangirls at Kura's school don't call him 'Shuichi-chan', but instead 'Minamino-kun' . . .
. . . but I like the spelling of 'Meio' as 'Meiou' better :3
. . . AND I don't feel like going back and reposting the last chapter just to fix the whole 'Shuichi-chan' thing, sooo . . .
JUS LIVE WITH IT, OKAY?!?
—but at the beginning of the next chapter it'll be changed, jus as a warning . . .
-.-# sigh.
confusing, ne?
-.-;; sigh . . .