Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
AU – Tatakoe koukou no shusseki suru: Attending Tatakoe High
(alternate universe, shonen ai) Kurama and Hiei are normal humans attending regular, everyday human school. NOT YOUR USUAL SCHOOL 'AU' FIC. This time they DON'T go to the same high school . . . pairings; KurHiei, 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
Semi-important notes . . .
1- Yusuke, Keiko and Kuwabara's school is still Sarayashiki Junior High (Yusuke, Kuwabara and Keiko are all fourteen).
2- Hiei's school is Tatakoe High (the next step for students in Sarayashiki Junior High).
3- Kurama, Yukina and Botan's school is Meiou High. (Hiei, Kurama, Yukina and Botan are all sixteen).
4- Hiei lives across the city from where everyone else lives (a completely different part of town).
5- You'll find out about Koenma later ('wink' n.n;; )
ok, what with school starting (for me) on Aug. 30th and all . . . yea . . . but I'll TRY to update every Thursday or Friday, minna-san!
Scout's Honor!
(but I'm a junior now, so who KNOWS what horrors await me ;.;)
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ok, jus as I promised, this chapter is the same day as the last two chapters, only in . . .
Kurama's POV . . .
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lol, jus so you all know . . . ne, minna-san? =n.n=
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Thursday afternoon
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. . . beforehand . . .
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"ONEGAI, Minamino-chan!!!"
"Minamino-kun!!" Stiffening at the flighty female voices, he dared to turn around, only to see a mob of crimson-clad girls racing towards him. Sweatdropping, the boy started to run back home again, quickly brushing past the black-haired boy from earlier, who was walking contemplatively down the street.
"Excuse me!" he cried, sweeping past the boy in an instant.
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Chapter Three
Mothers
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"I'm home!" the redhead called out cheerfully.
'Cheerfully' because . . .
He had managed to escape the fangirls of his school in one piece.
It was a beautiful day!
HE HAD MANAGED TO ESCAPE THE FANGIRLS IN ONE PIECE!! ( =n.n= )
An answering reply came from the kitchen, and he smiled upon recognizing his mother's voice. Carefully slipping out of his shoes, he placed them neatly next to hers, storing his school bag against the cream-colored wall, ready to be taken up.
But first things first . . .
He walked into the kitchen, breathing in the soft, slightly sweet scent wafting up from the oven. Bending down, he glanced inside, straightening when he failed to discern what it was.
". . . 'kasaan . . . ?" he began, and she turned around; a warm smile appearing on her well-worn, middle-aged face . . . a white apron draped over her slim figure. He smiled back, something that would easily reduce any of his admirers to a muddled puddle of nothing . . . but the quiet content even reached up to his green eyes. "What are you making?" he asked mildly, walking over to her side and deciding to rely on charm to find the answer.
Shiori blinked, then leaned up on her tip-toes to give him a peck on the cheek and then pulled away, still with a smile on her face.
"It's something different. You'll find out at breakfast tomorrow." The glint in her eyes failed to escape the green-eyed teen's notice and he sighed. He knew when he had no chance . . . his mother laughed, turning back around to the counter.
"Besides . . . I bought some pocky for you today . . . it's in the cupboard." Her son chuckled, going over to the cabinet, rummaging around and pulling out a large box of the various-flavored dipped snacks.
"Ah, strawberry . . . you know me too well, 'kasaan." he admitted, opening the economy-size box and pulling out a pack of the thin, six-inch sticks. After replacing it on the shelf, he opened the foil covering, and pulled out one, immediately biting off the end with a sharp 'snap!' Shiori chuckled upon hearing the sound.
Walking to stand next to her again, he offered her one, at to which she shook her head, politely refusing.
"No, Shu-kun, you enjoy it. That's all you're having until dinner." Giving him a motherly glare from the corner of her eye for a moment, she continued, reinforcing the silent point. "Got that, musuko?" He shook his head and smiled, giving her a light kiss on the cheek before turning to leave the kitchen.
"Hai, 'kasaan. I'm going to do my homework now." He went out into the hallway, picking up and slinging his bag over his shoulder, the strawberry-dipped snack still held carefully in his free hand.
"Sou, Shuichi! You're so responsible . . ." he heard her call up the stairs. Smiling inwardly, and with a small shake of his head—that ever so slightly ruffled the crimson locks—he made his way up to his room, sliding the door open, depositing the backpack on the bed next to his desk and setting his snack on the desk itself. He quickly changed into more comfortable clothing; a simple button-up pale green silk shirt and dark jeans. Finally walking over to the window, he opened it and a breeze blew by, causing his red locks to be rumpled for the second time that day. After a moment he turned back to his desk, taking it in . . . before going to sit down with a sigh, pulling his long red hair back into a loose bun, and retrieving his books and a pencil . . .
- - - a few hours later - - - -
Left hand propping up his fair face . . . slender brows furrowed in thought . . . the pack of strawberry pocky lying empty on the desk . . . he scratched out the final answer on his trigonometry homework.
Smiling broadly as he stood and stretched, lifting his arms straight above his head, taking the hair tie out and letting the crimson locks run free . . . they brushed the small of his back as he continued to stretch, his back arched like a cat's.
With a satisfied sigh . . . he relaxed, letting his shoulders slump forward as he then took to the task of neatly re-packing his schoolbag. Said bag now slung over one shoulder, he thumped lightly down the stairs, then placed it in the entranceway; ready to be taken to school in the morning. As it was still early fall, and not too chilly, he slipped on his shoes, opening the door and calling back into the house.
"I'm going out, 'kasaan!"
A muffled 'hai!' of confirmation was heard and he stepped onto the paved white walk, closing the door securely behind him. The breeze met its old friend again, this time blowing the red locks OUT of his face, not into it . . . smiling, he made his way to the park, watching distantly as the falling leaves of the trees decorated the street, sprinkling a bit of color even on the drab, grey road.
Voting for the more secluded bit of the park (the thick grove of thin trees encircling a very old pine) he found what he was looking for soon enough . . . he stood quietly, almost reverently, under the ageless tree, taking in the beauty of the forest around him, the sounds of birds softly chirping to one another, a stray rabbit poking its head out of—
He jerked back involuntarily, upon hearing something plummet out of the tree above . . . then found himself looking down at an object that had landed squarely in front of his feet. Bending his knees to pick it up, he then straightening and turned it over in his palm, examining the polished black surface . . . his eyes widened as he realized what it was; looking quickly up, he had to squint his eyes to discern the black-clad figure among the dark, thick branches . . . eh? . . . was that person . . . SLEEPING?
In . . . a tree . . . ? ( Oo; )
How odd . . . upon looking back to the object in his hand, he hid it quickly in his right pocket, deciding at last to speak, keeping his voice mild yet still amiable.
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Lost in thought, the green-eyed teen barely noticed the shadows of night starting to fall as the sun set over the buildings in the west. By the time he had arrived at his doorstep, Shuichi finally looked up, the dying light enhancing the crimson-colored locks spilling over one slim shoulder. He sighed after a moment, head hanging down again as his thoughts trailed to the boy caught in his mind's eye . . .
Glaring at him with a challenging glance, slight form positioned so that the blue-black-haired boy's shoulders were thrust back in a slouch . . . causing his thin hips to look as though they were out of alignment, and angled forward . . . giving the teen a dangerous and 'rebellious' look . . . the odd white starburst just over his forehead matching the white headband; but starkly contrasting to everything else . . . the collar of the black school uniform was flared up, hiding pale skin, but the dull, grey undershirt could be clearly viewed under the black pendant hanging off his neck . . . and his eyes . . .
Shuichi shook his head, clearing it, and—thankfully—recalled an assignment he had yet to do. He entered the house quietly, slipping out of his shoes and heading to the kitchen. A note was taped to the refrigerator and the redhead walked over, eyes scanning the characters . . . green orbs twinkling slightly when finished. With a smile and a shake of his head, he deposited the paper into the trash. The jade-eyed redhead pulled out a few slices of bread, along with some ham, efficiently making a sandwich. Pouring himself a glass of healthy skim milk (the only kind his mother bought) he then put away all the remaining foodstuffs, sitting down at the table for his simple dinner.
Between bites, he found his memory trailing back to that image of the teen . . . yes—he remembered vaguely running into him as he ran away from his school earlier that day . . . but . . . the redhead chewed silently, thoughts centering on the unusual color of the boy's eyes . . . red? . . . who has RED eyes . . . ? he wondered, sifting through his mind to try to recall if he's EVER seen anyone with that color of—oh.
There was someone—a girl—who actually DIDN'T swoon whenever he was around her . . . she had a friend, too . . . a blue-haired one, who, though pretty bubbly, seemed nice enough . . . he shrugged, finishing the last of his sandwich and downing the remaining milk. Placing the dirtied dishes in the sink to be washed later, he headed out into the entranceway, fetching a book from the backpack leaning against the immaculate wall.
He headed upstairs to his room and, after tossing the literature easily on his bed, began to search his closet for pajamas. Finding a pair, he slung the clothes over one arm, walking over and turning off the light; then changing quickly in the now-dim room. Next he headed to the adjoining bathroom, brushing his teeth and braiding his long red hair back; tying it off with what was perhaps the only 'scrunchie' he owned.
Flicking off the bathroom light, as well, he made his way into the lightless bedroom, sauntering over to the still-open window and gazing out at the city beyond . . .
The sky, accented with streaks of deep pink and purple, washed over the bustling city like a vortex had opened up, drawing the colors to some new plain . . . the twinkling lights in the dark bluish sillouette of the buildings were the only signs of life that he could see . . . from here, anyway. Now with a somewhat somber look on his face, the redhead turned back to the western-style bed, walking over, climbing in, and miraculously managing to find his book amongst the covers.
Flopping over on his stomach, Shuichi switched on the small lamp that had been placed on the desk next to his bed, flooding the sheets with a crisp white light. He opened the book and began scanning the table of contents for a subject that sparked his interest . . .
". . . let's see, now . . . myths . . . . . . . saints . . . . angels . . . legends and gods . . . . . . . . . . demons?" Slender brows furrowing in slight puzzlement, he ran his gaze down the page, reading over the names until one caught his eye.
". . . youko Kurama?"
A small chuckle escaped him at the irony. He remembered hearing stories from his grandfather, as a small child. From then on Shuichi had always held some respect for the kitsune bandit . . . that is, until he discovered that the silver thief was only a legend. In fact, he had begun to model himself after the thief, stealing little trinkets from hard-to-reach spots, only replacing them when his mother found out and scolded him for 'stealing' . . . but he had only been practicing . . . he'd meant to return the items . . . eventually . . . but, in the end, it had gotten so bad that Shiori had eventually forbade his grandfather to tell stories of the mythical fox to her son EVER again.
Needless to say, many years after the incident, whenever he would do something wrong, his mother would always blame 'Kurama'; that invisible, mischevious presence that had somehow engrained itself into the redhead's young (and usually well-behaved) personality.
Interest now peaked, though more with a teen's casual indifference than his child-self's obvious enthusiasm, Shuichi thumbed to the designated page . . . wondering what stories the book could tell that he didn't already know . . . glancing up at the clock, he found the time to read ' 9:52 ' . . . and, shrugging, he checked his alarm, made sure it was working, then, a topic found, continued to read well into the night.
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Friday morning
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Silence. Ah, blissful silence . . . and sleep . . . 'oh, to sleep, perchance to dream' . . . that we may find ourselves not in the waking world at all, but living some wonderful nightmare that can be found only by—
BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!
Letting out a muffled groan, all previous thoughts of the past night were swept clean at the sound, and the half-asleep redhead rolled over, slapping a hand down on the offending clock, successfully silencing the alarm. He rolled over again, just starting to drift back to that blissful dreamworld—
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the buzzer cried, more insistently, now.
Making the mistake of opening his eyes in frustration, to glare at the annoying clock, bright sunlight met his gaze and he instantly squinted; the green orbs tightly closed shut once again. With a sigh that gradually turned into a yawn, Shuichi sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and then gazing blearily around the room. Checking the digital clock at his bedside, it was currently ' 6:06 ' – what a perfect time to get up, he thought dryly, stretching and shuffling out of bed, towards the shower located in the bathroom connected to his room.
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Walking somewhat cheerfully to school, his route took him past the line of mansions that led down to the private academy. Looking uninterestedly at the rows of 'fashionable' houses, a flicker at the edge of his vision caught his eye. Shuichi turned his head to get a better look in the direction from which it had come, but by the time his eyes had shifted, it was gone . . .
A soft, gentle voice calling out woke him from his thoughts, and his jade eyes looked up ahead of him. At the next house on this 'rich' street, a girl with . . . pale green? . . . hair, clad in the red skirt and crimson button-up suit-shirt of his school was skipping lightly down the steps, completely oblivious to his presence. He watched her, yet continued walking, as she reached the mailbox; turning and waving farewell to someone inside the house . . . when she had turned halfway back around, her startled gaze registered some surprise at spotting him coming down the street, and she hesitantly waved, a small, nice, and yet still very shy gesture. He smiled warmly in return, finally reaching her . . . and, at last remembering the red-eyed girl's name, spoke.
"Ohayou gozaimasu, Niisa-san." she bowed, returning the greeting.
"Ohayou gozaimasu, Minamino-san."
He continued to speak after she had straightened out of her respectful bow.
"Would you mind if I walk with you? I fear I might succumb to loneliness before I reach the school." he asked, smiling. She just smiled right innocently back, her eyes genuinely wanting to help.
"Of course, Minamino-san. It would be my honor." she agreed in her soft and quiet voice, turning politely to walk next to the redhead. He chuckled inwardly as they walked down the sidewalk, secretly glad that the girl hadn't been reduced to a puddle of nothing upon seeing him smile . . . she might make quite a good friend . . .
"Excuse me . . . Minamino-san?" He turned his head so that he was looking at her, but keeping one eye on the sidewalk ahead, as they kept walking.
"Hai?"
"I'm . . . very sorry to bother you with this—"she began, stuttering shyly over her words ". . . but, I seem to be . . . struggling in Math—and Literature . . . . . do you think that, if you could spare the trouble . . . you could help me?" she asked, her voice growing more timid with each word. There was silence as he thought for a moment, then smiled, nodding as they reached the gates of Meiou High.
"Hai, Niisa-san. I would be happy to help." She nodded, then spotted a blue-haired friend of hers across the way, who was waving at her.
"Oh! Gomen nasai, Minamino-san, but I need to get going . . . my friend is—"He smiled, nodding again.
"By all means; of course. But how does Monday after school sound to you, Niisa-san?"
"It's fine—" She answered with a smile of her own. "—ja ne, Minamino-san!" She flurried away, and, not a moment after she had retreated safely to the other side of the courtyard, the familiar horde of fangirls latched onto him.
"Oh, Minamino-kun, what was that about?"
"Who was that girl?"
"Did you get a girlfriend?"
"No, no, nothing like that—"he began, gently prying a blonde-haired girl from her surprisingly strong grip on his arm and starting to walk politely away. "Niisa-san only asked me if I could help her in a few subjects."
Which, of course, led to the cries of . . .
"OH!! Minamino-kun, I need help, too! I'm nearly failing Science!"
"Me, as well! English is SO hard, and I know if YOU explain it—"
"PLEASE, Minamino-kun, I just don't GET Math!"
Ah—it was going to be a LONG day . . .
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Already-narrowed garnet eyes took in the scene below . . . that of the pale, green-haired schoolgirl hurrying over to her friends . . . and almost immediately afterwards, how a large mob of girls crowded around the tall, redheaded teen at the gate . . . and the bearer of the sharp, crimson gaze stood atop the roof of the building next to the school, watching . . .
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whew!!!
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another chapter successfully completed!
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yay me!
lol ( n.n;;; )
eheh . . . well, as I said before, my school starts on Aug. 30th, but I really WILL honestly TRY to update about every Thursday or Friday!
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wish me luck, minna-san!
and don't forget to review!!
I appreciate it sooo much when you do!!
- Kita-chan peace out =n.n=
PS
Arigato to . . .
crazy-lil-nae-nae (thanks! :3)
kikira-san (lol, too true n.n;; eheh . . .)
Fairren (=n.n=)
kitsune (danke! [German -.-;] =n.n=)
shadow priestess ( oo;; really? 'Meiou' is somewhat correct?!? oo;;; . . . sweet . . . oh, and I'm glad the four 'PS's were the only drawback that you found . . . n.n;; eheh . . .)
AngentPenguin207 (aww, thankies! :3 )
Queen of the Paperclips ( n.n;; lol, I like your username . . . and I'll agree with you somewhat . . . it's slightly different than the other school AU fics (in terms of intensity of the characters? Oo; that's my POV, eheh n.n;;) . . . BUT they're ALL basically about Hiei ( . . . and Yukina . . . and Botan . . . and Koenma [ Oo;; ] ) going to school, ne? n.n;;;;; lol . . . I guess . . . that's what makes them 'school AU' fics, ne? . . . . . . Oo;;;; whoa . . . . . my thoughts jus went in a completely RANDOM and POINTLESS circle— X.x;; . . . kami . . . I need an aspirin . . . ;.; . . . -.-;;;; sigh . . .)
. . . and minna-san, don't forget to press that pretty little button below these last few (hundred? Oo;) lines of text =n.n=)
ES!!! (Extra Script! =n.n= )
I can't resist, lol ( n.n;; )A question that you will eventually find out the answer to . . .
Hiei has a bandana in this fic.
WHY does he have a bandana when he doesn't have a Jagan?!?
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muahaha!!
keep on reading and reviewing to find out!! ;3
(unless you've already guessed why . . . Oo;;; . . . erk! . . .)
. . . and . . . we will perhaps see Yusuke in the next chappie . . . 'wink' n.n;; lol . . .
eheh . . . heh . . . . . . heh . . . . . . . ahhh . . .
JA NE, MINNA-SAN!!!
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eheh . . .
(sorry for the astounding number of 'PS's again, shadow priestess-san . . . Oo;; oops, I did it again . . . . GAH!! BRITANY SPEARS!!! SERIOUSLY NOOOO PUN INTENDED!!!! gerk!! ::burns song:: . . . -.-# )