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 – because 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, Yuusuke x Keiko, Kuwabara x Yukina, Koenma x Botan
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue.
Semi-important notes . . .
1- Yuusuke, Keiko and Kuwabara's school is still Sarayashiki Junior High (Yuusuke, 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).
alright, you all hate me T.T
gomen for not updating, minna-san, but I had a LOT of junk going on this weekend . . .
::shrugs:: . . .
sumanai . . .
oh oh oh!!
And my computer hasn't been letting me do reviews ;.;
soo, to danceDANCEdance (everyone else can skip ahead to the fic if they want n.n) . . .
I read your KxH fic, Delicate Nameless!!
whoa!
freaky!
. . . sweet!
and sooo cool, chica!!! n.n lol
I wish I could have left you a review ;.; wah!!! T.T
I loved the whole Kurama-Hiei confusion complex!!!
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LOL, but seriously, I lose myself for a couple hours whenever you put a story up, eheh!!
n.n;;; eheh . . . it's a sickness . . . I can't stop reading (anything, for that matter ;.;''''''
) sigh u.u;; . . .
now onto the fic n.n;;
thankies are at the end!! n.n;; lol . . . yes, I am insane ::innocent chibi smile:: ;3
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Friday afternoon
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. . . beforehand . . .
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"Well . . .I had best be going, now." The dark gaze shot back to him, and the green-eyed teen blinked at the odd looks mixed into those burning red eyes . . . but they shadowed an instant later, hiding any former emotions. The short teen turned, granting the redhead a wonderful view of the plain back of his school uniform.
And, without a word, started walking away.
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Chapter Six
Twins: Part I
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The redhead's gaze lingered for a while on the black-clad figure steadily walking away . . . his still form still turned so he was looking back at the teen from a sideways position . . . he sighed slightly, veering back around to head his own way home . . . that guy . . . he mused silently, walking the familiar path to his house, threading easily through the sidewalks in the 'rich' district . . .
. . . he's . . . . . . different . . . .
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Silently, Hiei walked, heading vaguely toward his home, walking to stand at the corner he had just passed a few moments ago . . . accompanied by . . . that redhead . . .
Scowling darkly, he took his glare out on the 'Do Not Walk' sign lit across from him, the red luminance scarcely detectable in the now-waning sunlight of the day.
Then it finally changed, and he walked, a solitary figure on the asphalt, reaching the other side just as a car zipped past behind him. Looking dully over his shoulder at the swiftly retreating vehicle racing down the road, he scoffed in dismissal, turning to face front once again. What did he care about some reckless driver?
As he had nothing better to do, he decided to head home. Realizing apathetically that Ryujin would most likely be there, stone drunk already, he decided to steal some food on the way. He snorted, eyes skimming the scenes around him for a possible meal ticket . . . not that he'd share it with the boozer, anyway . . . if his foster father had enough money to spend on beer, what did HE care if he starved? The 'child' wasn't supposed to be the provider, after all . . .
Finding a store, he walked in casually, drawing many looks with his unusual hairstyle. He glared each of them down, and was soon left alone. Walking through the aisles, he soon found what he was looking for. His stomach rumbled. He couldn't remember eating anything since . . . well . . . since that day-old bread that had been lying on the counter yesterday morning. He winced as the full effect of his hunger came upon him, and felt his knees start to shake. He tried to growl away the feeling, but it only caused the emptiness he felt in his stomach to grow . . .
Glancing around briefly, he watched as a mother turned a cart into the aisle, her seated child pointing out various things to buy, while she listened distractedly, more focused on only finding the items she had COME here for . . . . he felt the smooth, cool cardboard of the box in his hand for a moment, before it disappeared into the school uniform, dropped beneath his undershirt that was tucked in securely; nothing would fall out. His gaze still on the pair, he grabbed an instant soup from the shelf as well, and, his deed accomplished, didn't spare a glance back at the shelf, but shoved his hands back into his pockets, brushing past the mother and son without so much as a backward glance. He solemnly remembered Her, what She would have thought of this act, but shook his head, dispelling any moralistic ideals and continuing to head out of the store.
Just as he reached the door, though, a tall, muscular guard stopped him. He looked up, annoyed at the obstruction, crimson eyes glaring coldly at the man to let him pass. The security guard laughed, then put a rough hand on the boy's shoulder, effectively stopping any forward motion.
"I don't think so, kid. There've been too many shoplifters around here already." His beady eyes narrowed as he grinned, and the tarnished badge glittered ironically on his chest, as he continued in a lower tone. "Now why don't you make it easy on yourself and hand over that instant ramen you just stole?"
Hiei gritted his teeth, and a growl escaped him. So he thought he had seen him, eh? Well, playing the innocent was always a good distraction . . .
"Hn." the dark-haired teen commented, a tinge of fury found in his tone at the 'false' accusation, wavering just under the surface, and his eyes flickered over his surroundings before coming back to glare icily at the guard in front of him. The officer shook his head.
"You looked smart, kid. It'll do you no good to lie. Just admit it and hand 'em over, and I'll let you get home, okay?" the big man continued, obviously trying to play the part of the 'kind, understanding, good-guy' law figure. Hiei scoffed, shifting his red gaze somewhere to his right again. This fool of a man wasn't worth looking at. "HEY, kid . . ." the man said again, in a lower tone. "You heard me, right? You're not getting out of here until you hand over what you stole."
It happened in an instant. Hiei faked to the right, then leapt to the other side, throwing the guard off balance as he switched directions in the blink of an eye, darting around the big man. Then he was out of the store and running, breathing hard, his feet slapping the pavement as he heard the security guard start to chase after him. Thankfully, though, by this time of day, the streets were crowded and the slight-framed teen easily dodged between the passers-by, leaving them only with the sense that someone had just passed, but not getting a good look at his physical features . . . other than the fact he was wearing black.
Easily leaving the guard behind, Hiei stopped running. Looking around, he found himself in a part of Tokyo he had never seen before . . .
Well kept, yet modest lawns spread over the street, a middle-class house could be found on nearly every lot. He walked down the middle of the road, taking in the lush, green surroundings with a hint of awe. He'd never been here before . . .
Trees decorated much of the avenue, either providing shade to the two-story buildings or—wait—TWO? Hiei stopped in front of one of the double-floored houses, this one decorated a light creamy color . . . with a firm, clay-colored roof and many windows. He held his breath, eyes widening when the scent of something inescapably . . . DELICIOUS . . . wafted up to him. His stomach protesting loudly, he walked toward the home in a seeming daze . . . then stopped himself, deciding instead to perch in the tree at the side of the house. He quickly climbed up the trunk, years of experience as a child recognizing this as one of the few constants in his life; wherever he lived, there was always a way to get to the park, or . . . SOMEWHERE . . . and find a tree (to climb). He easily hid himself in the branches, then crawled out over one thick one, concealed by the fading leaves, leaning down over the window so he could hear—
A soft, feminine voice was humming quietly, and he closed his eyes, drinking in the sound, here, where no one could see him . . . it was gentle and caring, weighed with years of love and duty, and he relished the tone . . . something almost like to how Miuko had sung when he would peek in on her, cooking some meal or treat . . . . . . only this . . . was far greater . . . and seemed more . . . permanent . . .
As though the lady in the kitchen below had acquired the caring tone over more years with her own than the Imouta woman had ever had the chance to do with him . . .
Hiei sighed inaudibly, hoisting himself up from the comfortable position he had settled in, stretching out and crawling dizzily back to the main trunk. His abdomen gurgled unpleasantly, and he winced, placing a hand on it and fully aware of the empty feeling as the enticing aroma found its way up to him . . . sighing, he now remembered the stolen, almost dirt-cheap instant ramen hidden under the ebony uniform—
Jumping down, he walked quickly out of the yard, keeping to the bushes and trees on the other side of the street . . . he would surely be noticed in the this neighborhood . . . he didn't exactly LOOK like the type to live here . . .
. . . and so people would assume . . .
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Yukina bid a polite farewell to her friend, and Botan waved as she continued down the street to her own home. Walking in the door, she gently took off her shoes, placing them neatly next to the pair of her mother's and set her bag down. Upon wandering upstairs to her room, the girl heard light music coming from the bedroom at the end of the hall . . . her parents' bedroom.
Padding softly to the door, she knocked quietly, waiting for the voice within to acknowledge her. Hearing a call, she entered, slowly sliding the door open to see the young-looking, forty-year-old woman look up from her paperwork, dark eyes smiling as strands of jet-colored hair framed her face in whisps, having long-ago escaped the messy bun. She motioned for her daughter to come and sit on the bed.
"Yuki-chan! How was school today?" she asked brightly, a pen cap held in her teeth at one corner of her mouth . . . returning her attention to the items strewn out on her 'workspace' when the green-haired girl sat down quietly on the edge of the bed. Yukina watched her mother write quickly on the papers, even as the teen girl could tell she kept an attentive ear out for any sound her daughter might make . . . Niisa Akari was indeed a talented woman. Yuki smiled inwardly . . . truly, the girl was proud to have such a mother . . .
"It was fine, okasaan . . ." she began in her quiet voice, and the woman looked up, a happy smile finding its way onto her face. She reached a hand up and tucked one of Yuki's pale, sea-green forelocks behind the girl's left ear affectionately.
"I'm glad to hear it, Yuki-chan." Her eyes conveyed the volumes of truth in her words. "Chichi is taking the afternoon off, so he should be home any moment." Her eyes lingered for a moment on her only daughter's face, then were inevitably swept back to the papers. She sighed, then took the pen cap out of her mouth and stuck it back to its proper place. Smiling, her eyes shone as she spoke.
"What do you say we go down there and wait for him? I could use a break right now." Yuki nodded, getting to her feet and her mother climbed off the bed, then stretching with a strained sigh.
As they walked down the hall, her motherly instincts kicked in . . .
"Do you have any homework, Yukina?" The girl nodded, saddening a bit as she recalled her trigonometry homework . . . which was very hard for her.
"Hai . . ." she answered quietly, and her okasaan noticed the difference, putting an arm about the girl's thin shoulders and squeezing a bit.
"We know you try, Yuki." the woman began softly and they started to descend the steps. "Some things are just harder for others, you know? I'll help you with it tonight . . ." Yuki nodded, but brightened as they reached the bottom, looking happily up at the woman whose dark blue eyes were level with her own red ones.
"Oh, okasaan! I forgot . . ." the lady cocked an eye in playful scolding as she went to retrieve her daughter's school bag.
"What's that, Yuki?" the red-eyed girl smiled as they sat down in the living room, and the teen began to root through her bag, looking for the books she needed.
"I saw Minamino-san this morning—"
"Ah! So THAT was the boy I saw you walking with?" Yukina blushed, which caused her mom to smile, looking down at the math workbook now splayed out in front of them. "He's very handsome."
"Hai . . . but . . . that's not what I meant, mother."
"Oh? Then please tell me."
"I . . . asked him to help tutor me." Yukina admitted shyly. Her mother nodded in appreciation at the responsibility of someone who was still at such a young age . . .
Akari could tell that the reason her daughter was blushing was not because she liked the boy . . . no, that wasn't QUITE it . . . but rather . . . having actually worked up the courage to ASK someone . . . Yukina was a very timid girl, with a few good friends, her closest and best being the bubbly, cheery and absent-minded Awakai Botan girl . . .
A soft smile found its way onto her face as she watched Yukina start in on her homework, looking to do the problems she knew, first . . .
She and Kuroi had been so lucky . . . on that day they had cursed a little less than sixteen years ago . . .
(::flashback::)
"I'm sorry, Niisa-sama . . . there was nothing we could do . . . . " Her eyes full of unshed tears, Akari focused on the limp bundle lying on the counter . . . her baby girl . . . she was dead . . . the woman cried and cried, her husband, Kuroi, holding her, whispering comforts as she continued to gaze, unseeing, at the dead form before her . . .
The next day, she had still been too weak from the ordeal to move, so she stayed on the hospital bed, one hand idly laying on her stomach, her beautiful dark eyes distant and misty, staring at nothing . . .
Then, she heard wailing coming from the room where . . . she WOULD have . . . given birth to her first child . . . the room she that was in, for some reason, being oddly close to the delivery room . . .
A few minutes later, a girl, one who couldn't have been out of her teens, was wheeled into the room, the doors bursting open as a nurse pushed her through, carefully transporting her to the bed with the help of the one doctor present. Two other attendants followed, one carrying a bundle in each arm, the other pulling a huge mobile crib. Akari's heart leapt at the infantile shrieks, ones she would have hoped to hear from—she turned her attention to the girl, who somehow possessed a light, pastel-green shade of hair . . . she was panting, her eyes shut tight, and whispering between breaths . . .
" . . . no . . . don't give them to me . . . I can't . . . hold them . . ."
The doctor looked at her sadly for a moment, then shook his head and spoke to the nurses.
"Set them down in here; we'll work on adoption tomorrow. Let them spend this time with their mother." Then, he seemed just now to notice Akari's presence, and bowed low. "Sumimasen for the intrusion, Niisa-sama. It was an emergency." Then, to the nurses again . . . "Take shifts checking in." He turned to bow to the two bedridden women before leaving. "If you will, please excuse me." Two of the nurses exited as well, and the one carrying the two bundles set them each inside the crib, then checked the mother's medial equipment . . . and left.
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ark!! X.x;;;
let it never be said that the life of a junior in high school was simple . . . X..x
ERG!!! X.x;;;;
I had two meetings today, one for this 'financial aid' program that was as useful as a mosaic made of bits of homework paper X.x;;
But the 'People to People' thing was cool n.n
I'm keeping it under wraps in case I don't get to go . . .
::shrugs::
thanks, and please review, minna-san!
I'll try to (hopefully? X.x;;;;;;;;;;) update by next week!
lol n.n;;
- Kita-chan n.n;;;;
PS
Doumo . . .
shadow priestess (n.n;; lol, yea I know what you mean u.u;; I'm STILL self-taught, as of now . . . but that's why I signed up for the class, ne? n.n;;;; eheh . . . Du hast ein Lehrer? Ich habe eine Lehrerin. Mein Grammar is gut, aber nicht wenn da ist 'the dative case'. X.x;; oro!! lol, aber mag ich Deutsche sprechen das. n.n Sehr ausgezeichnet, ne? . . . lol!! I'm glad you thought it was a cute chappie :3 I thought a lil serious? Oo;; comic relief would help, 'cause this fic has sorta . . . been kinda . . . intense. Oo;;;;;; n.n;;; lol!! ah, and danke schoen for reviewing, shadow-chan!! n..n arigato! )
Volpe di Spirito ( ::blinks:: that's . . . a . . . good point! X.x;;;; oro-ro!! who COULD forget his face . . . ::is now disturbed:: . . . x.x;;; . . . eh . . . -.-;; pardon me, I'm braindead because of school ;.; . . . sigh u.u;;; . . . and arigato for the review!! n.n ::peace sign:: )
What2callmyself (YES!! they DO lie!! ::glares down the lying staff of f a n f i c t i o n . n e t that possesses the Youko tendency:: I haven't been able to review for anyone for DAYS!! T.T nooo!!! they'll all think I'm lazy now . . . u.u;; . . . well . . . I kinda . . . AM . . . but that's not the point, ne? n.n;; I always try to review . . . anyway, I can't TELL you how many wonderful stories I've gone to respond to and it won't let me!! ;.; wahh!!! T.T lol, but thanks for reviewing, What2-chan! eheh . . . n.n;;; )
Hiei's Gothic Angel ( ::is blown away:: Oo;; errr . . . thanks. I'm glad you feel loved, lol. n.n;; jus don't get TOO hyper, ne? n.n;;; Oo;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; lol!! n.n;;;;;; seriously, though . . . ah, yes, and I hope you got my e-mail to most definitely NOT take off 'the dark side to the story' . . . well . . . OH!! and you're not stupid!! as a writer, you, by DEFINITION, absolutely CANNOT be a baka!! n.n it's TRUE!! we sakusha (authors) have to think what to write and how it will affect everyone involved in the story, ne? nâ€.n see? you're actually very smart and never realized it! :3 lol, and thanks for reviewing, Angel-chan! n.n )
danceDANCEdance ( n.n;; eheh . . . hello again X.x; ok, this is slightly more 'normal' than that biiiig hyper review at the beginning, lol. n.n;; so ANYWAY, thanks for reviewing, doumo, and I'm glad you like the myths!! n..n I tried sooo hard to come up with a reasonable . . . err . . . reason ? Oo;;; for Hiei's surname to be Jaganshi and for Youko to have an influence somehow . . . n..n arigato gozaimushta, Dance-chan! n.n )
Queen of the Paperclips ( n.n ::huggles!:: thanks for your confidence, chica! :3 but forty GREAT reviews is worth 100 short ones any day! n.n doumo, Paperclip-chan ;3 lol)
Sate (awwwww!!!! n.n thankies soo much!! ::dumps a load of Kurama and Hiei plushies on her:: :3 arigato gozaimushta!! n.n you have absolutely NO idea how much your little comment meant to me . . . because Gogo-chan is the one who inspired me to write a School AU fic!! n.n cool, ne? lol, thanks again, Sate-chan! :3 )
Kitsune Kit ( YAY! THANKS!! n.n;;; lol . . . )
Chelsea Deanne ( sweet . . . n.n glad you find it 'interesting' . . . n.n lol! doumo for reviewing, Deanne-san! :3 )
Carthage (wow!! n.n danke schoen!! German! lol n.n and ah, yes, I didn't think of the switchblade as that until you pointed it out . . . but you're right . . . it kinda IS like a replacement for his sword . . . ::shrugs:: . . . if I get the time to write you may SEE his longer bit of metal, ne? ;3 shh! no telling, now! n.n;; lol . . . again, thankies, Carthage-san! n.n I'll try to do more character interactions!)
PPS
Any who see this chapter in the future won't get it . . .
But Chapter Six was published on (today) Saturday, September 11, 2004
A moment of silence for all those lost three years ago on 9-11, that fateful Tuesday in 2001 . . .
::bows head::
u.u
Gomen, minna-san, that was a bad note to end this on, but I felt it was important, seeing as I'm a citizen of the United States.
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Thank you for reading this, and reviews are, as always, eagerly read and greatly appreciated . . .
Ja ne!
Peace is the only situation in which we find ourselves bored.
::points to the first word in the line above:: out, minna-san.
:3