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, Yuusuke x Keiko, Kuwabara x Yukina, Koenma x Botan
Disclaimer: Kita doesn't own yuyu. So don't you/you sue, kudasai. :3
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).
ARG!!!!
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This is something I have just realized as of late . . .
IT'S CHAPTER NUMBER SEVEN AND NOT EVEN TWO DAYS HAVE PASSED IN THIS FIC!!!!
ERK . . . X.x;; . . . yea . . . IF any of you've noticed, chapter one starts out on roughly Thursday afternoon, and 'today's Friday . . .
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(incidentally . . . '7' is actually one of my favorite numbers, lol n.n;; (eheh . . . Oo;;;;) )
GRRRRR!! -.-;;;;
sigh T.T;;
( u.u;;;; )
ah, yes, and to Paperclip-chan . . . .
::pats her on the head:: n.n;;;; you find out in THIS chappie why Akari didn't adopt both Yukina AND Hiei, lol n.n;;
eheh . . .
ok, moving on ( -.-;;)
Thankies are at the end! n.n
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Friday afternoon
(::still flashback::)
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. . . beforehand . . .
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"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 on them." 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 medical equipment . . . and left.
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Chapter Seven
Twins: Part II
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The next few hours were . . . interesting, to say the least. As they were now roommates, they talked, rather than sitting in tense silence, the young woman not having the strength to fall asleep. The girl told Akari how she had gotten pregnant, the guy had left, and then, nine months later, here she was. She wasn't even out of high school, the young mother continued, and couldn't raise them by herself . . . so she was putting them up for adoption. Akari felt her pain, deep-seeded as the poor girl would be almost at the point of tears, only to hold them back and continue on with her story . . .
"So . . . "the teen mother finished quietly. "I'm seventeen, and have two beautiful children that I cannot keep . . . I can't even HOLD them, otherwise I know I'll never be able to give them up . . ."Now, she stared numbly at the hands limply resting in her lap and Akari worried for her health, what with her fragile state and the girl's obvious exhaustion . . . so she reached out with her voice, though it was slightly choked, and whispering from the heart-wrenching story . . .
" . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . so sorry . . . "
A few minutes later, the silence eventually was broken and the young girl proceeded to ask why the elder woman was here. Akari looked away.
"I was pregnant, as well . . . but my child was a still-born." she admitted bitterly, hiding her face in her hands lest a wave of tears rush over her at any moment. She heard a sympathetic sound from the girl and looked up. The green-haired teen smiled weakly, and it was now that Akari noticed her eyes . . . they were . . . oddly . . . red . . . realizing the girl was saying something, she tuned in again . . .
"—and a girl. If you were looking for two children to raise, I would be honored if you would take them in." The abnormally crimson eyes wavered. "Please . . ." she almost whispered . . . ". . . I want to at least know . . . that they are going to a good home . . ." Biting her lip, Akari looked away in shame.
"I'm . . . so sorry . . . "she repeated, "—but my husband and I have only prepared for one . . . we don't have enough money to take two children right now . . ." she shifted her teary eyes to the young woman that was at least seven years her younger. ". . . I'm sorry . . . "she whispered again. The green-haired girl bit her lip, shifting her red gaze to the crib containing the two sleeping twins, then lay back, her gaze closing . . . at last choking out an answer from behind the shuttered eyes.
"Then that is how it must be . . ." she forced out, her voice whispery and weak. "Choose. I will hold nothing against you; I only want the best for them."
And that was how it had gone. When Kuroi had come a few hours later, as he did every day after work, she tested the idea out. He was ecstatic at the possibility of having another chance at parenthood, and helping out another human being, but when it came to the hopeful request of adopting both of them, he sighed, explaining that their income was barely enough for ONE child, let alone two . . . if they adopted them both, they would be thrown out on the street in a matter of weeks.
When the tired, young mother woke, she averted her eyes upon hearing the reinforced 'news' . . . but finally saying that she would be glad, since it could not be helped, if at least ONE of her children went to such a caring home . . .
Grasping her husband's hand, he half-carried, half-led Akari to the double crib on the other side of the room, where the still-sleeping infants lay. Her eyes scanned over the two, not yet clothed, easily telling the girl from the boy. Akari reached a hand out before she knew what she was doing, tracing a gentle finger over the newborn girl's bumpy skin.
"Her." She breathed at last to her husband, before almost collapsing entirely. He took her over to the bed, then laid her down in it, and brought the child over to her side of the bed, the opposite side from where the teen mother's bed lay. He had the child in his arms, and gazed at her for a long moment, before passing the baby to his wife, where she tried to get the little one to eat, and the girl latched on hungrily, instinctively. Looking up, she noticed the mother looking at her with a blank stare. Feeling the tears in her eyes, Akari breathed, almost inaudibly . . .
". . . thank you . . . . . . . what's her name . . . ?" The mother's gaze shifted from the new foster parent, to the child she held so tenderly, and the young girl smiled, just ever so softly.
"Yukina." she whispered, and Akari's breath caught in her throat . . .
. . . such a beautiful name . . . it fits such a beautiful child . . .
She cooed, facing the infant in her arms, but speaking her deeply grateful thanks to the brave mother, kissing the little one's brow softly as the baby continued to feed, Kuroi watching on with a reverent smile on his face . . . and the 'real' mother's expressionless face, the soft crimson eyes looking as painful as though a knife of ice was being deeply thrust into her heart, at taking in the scene . . . but she turned away, the pale, sea-green bangs convieniently falling to conceal her odd, unusually-colored, gaze . . .
(::end flashback::)
Their poor mother . . . Hina . . .
. . . and Yukina's oniisan . . . the shy girl's elder brother . . .
Hina had been moved to a different room the next day, so she hadn't seen her, the boy gone, as well . . .
And then, when Yukina had been about six or seven, the second-in-command at Kuroi's company had unexpectedly died, and he, as the only one who knew the inner workings of the building well enough to run it, had been promoted. They'd tried to hunt down Yukina's elder brother at that point in time, to hopefully reunite them and live together . . . the new salary allowing them to move to the 'rich' district of town; a place Akari had been proud to continue raising her daughter.
But, by then, the boy had been placed in a foster family of his own, and, being the kind, caring people they were, they hadn't wanted to intrude on the happy new family that must be THRILLED to have such a miracle in their house . . . that's how it was for the Niisa family, at least . . .
She, of course, had then looked into the boy's history, secretly cursing herself whenever she found he had been shifted to another home.
Akari had lost track of his records after he disappeared from that family with three children . . . briefly, she touched upon the discomfort of not knowing what had happened to that young boy . . . he had vanished from the orphanage's documents . . . still only around eight years old . . .
However, not wanting her perfect little daughter to know of such horrendous acts—done by adults to such an unfortunate child—for it would completely do away with the girl's sweet innocence and charming naiveté . . . had kept the brother's history and existence quiet.
Besides, telling her of her sibling would only lead to questions of why they hadn't kept him, and then the whole adoption complex would rear its ugly head.
No, they hadn't told her that she was . . . adopted . . .
'The time wasn't right' . . . they kept saying to themselves . . .
But someday . . .
She will know; Akari vowed solemnly.
She will know . . . about Hina . . . . . . . and Hiei. Her dark blue eyes again focused on the oddly innocent and polite sixteen-year-old girl working diligently on her homework, gentle red eyes puzzled as she concentrated . . .
She WILL know . . . someday . . .
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Friday evening
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Hiei scoffed.
Hn . . .
Baka.
A gang of about four or five teens had surrounded him on the way home, jeering and insulting his height, age and ability. He would NOT let this pass . . .
So, here they were, in a dark alley, not three blocks away from Hiei's 'home', facing off in the fast-dwindling twilight.
"Oi, kid, are you crazy? Ya can't take on all of us at once." the fifth, and obviously the leader, taunted, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth while a cocky grin spread out on his face.
"Hn." Hiei finally commented, turning to face the arrogant boy, hands in his pockets, red eyes sharp as always, though his body's position was almost relaxed. "Baka. You couldn't beat me on your own, so you resort to numbers to hide your inferiority?" He scoffed again, turning his back to the gang. "Pathetic."
Hiei grinned wickedly, though no one could see it, as he felt the wind rush from behind, and quickly ducked, letting his upper body approach the gravel in a controlled fall, placing his hands firmly on the rough ground and then bringing his left leg up behind him . . .
He heard a sickening THUD as his boot solidly connected (and slightly mushed) into the attacking teen's gut, and heard him fly backward into a conveniently placed group of trash cans.
"Hn." Swinging the well-used foot down, he landed easily, the unused right leg bent under him, while the left was spread out to balance his weight. The two hands provided a steady ballast, as he crouched with almost feline agility for an instant, the dark, sadistic grin on his face slowly giving way to a smug smirk. Then he stood slowly, taking in the group with a glint in the crimson eyes that sent the lesser members into a cold sweat. Those frightened two rushed over to their unconscious leader, hoisting the buff guy onto their shoulders, finding themselves the subject of an—almost—FERAL . . . 'smile'. They turned and ran, dragging their comrade behind them, as the two remaining members stood their ground. His gaze shifted slowly—almost lazily— back to them, the same unnatural spark flickering deep within garnet depths.
Hiei wished darkly for a moment that he hadn't forgotten his switchblade . . . THEN things would really get fun . . .
The red eyes widened at the unintended realization.
"Shimatta!" Hiei cursed softly, fixing a more normal, though no less dark, glare on the two boys that were nearly quivering, but wanting to stand their ground; like 'men'. "We'll finish this another time." And, using his years of built-up speed, he flitted away into the night.
The two remaining teens slid to their knees, their voices shaky as they found the strength to speak.
" . . . he . . . he could have . . ."
" . . . he would have . . ."
Crying like the idiots they were, they grabbed onto each other's shoulders and bawled what was left of their brains out; just happy to be alive after THAT encounter.
That guy . . . he could have . . . WOULD have . . .
—killed them?
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His homework finished (as usual), a certain redhead made his way to the park . . .
Mulling over the events of the previous day in his mind, he looked up suddenly, now realizing his feet had taken him to the Tree, and an unconscious smile drifted onto his face.
Hoisting himself up through the branches, Shuichi climbed up, settling on a branch he had decided was the safest bet. Folding his arms behind his neck, he rested his head on the rough bark, the crimson locks easily sliding over the elegantly linked hands . . .
He sighed a few moments later, and squirmed a bit.
HOW could that guy possibly be COMFORTABLE sleeping here?!?
An annoyed look graced his fair face, and he sighed in resignation, putting a hand to the trunk and readying himself to climb carefully down . . .
What?
There . . . a glint.
( . . . take it . . . )
Eyes curious, one hand reached out to the hole in the trunk, fishing around inside . . . he had seen something shine in there, when it just caught the light at a chance angle . . .
Finding something smooth and hard, he ran his fingers over the object, wincing when he felt something suddenly SHARP poke his left index finger, undoubtedly drawing blood. Restraining from withdrawing his hand immediately, the fingers carefully closed around the object, then brought it out into the fading light.
He nearly laughed at what he saw.
I'd have never imagined THAT guy would be the type to forget something like this . . . he thought . . . still chuckling inwardly as he swept his amused jade gaze over the small, but still very sharp, blade. Then the thought occurred to him, and his breath caught in realization.
He'll be back for it . . . his green eyes eventually rested on the small line of red on the tip of his finger, and he absently put it to his mouth, wincing at the coppery taste, but wanting to keep out infection. Sighing again, only this time at his stupidity, he set the blade down, and took out a tissue from his pocket, glumly applying it to the slightly leaking appendage . . . fingers . . . they ALWAYS bled more than any other part of the body . . . alas, for the many nerve endings . . .
Deciding to wait to climb out of the tree (until the bleeding stopped), Shuichi glanced at the knife lying on the wide branch next to him. Hmm . . . shifting the tissue into his left hand, to be held by another finger pressed stubbornly against it, he picked up the knife with his right, and examined the smooth blade.
Fading beams of the sun shone off it, and he could even see a bit of his own reflection, though warped, in the clean, cold metal.
An idea sparked in him, and he eyed the tree trunk, slightly hesitant to mar the beauty and open it to the hordes of insects that waited for such a chance . . . but, his more mischievous half suggested, then he'll know you were here . . .
Shaking his head, he wondered how such a voice had gotten into him in the first place.
Oh, don't give me that . . . now the presence sounded annoyed . . . EVERYONE deals with this side of them, Shuichi.
LIVE with it.
The redhead mentally rolled his eyes . . . yeah, yeah, sure . . .
But now he sighed . . . because he had realized, if he were to put his 'real' name down, anyone who came up here would know it was him . . . his handwriting and name were too good NOT to recognize. ( -.-;; )
His lips curved down a bit to match the newly dampened mood.
What a bother . . .
Ah, but now his eyes lit up with a new idea . . .
He carefully chiseled the characters into the smooth bark of the tree . . . a few minutes later, after having carved them exquisitely into the thick bark, he looked back, and admired his handiwork.
Perfect . . .
Smiling, and laughing a bit inside, he re-sheathed the blade, then stuffed it easily into his pocket, and went on to check his finger. Yes, the blood-flow had stopped . . . still being careful with his left hand, he gingerly climbed out of the tree, jumping down from the last branch, causing the red locks to rustle a bit, and glanced back over his shoulder to the old pine. He smiled again, then turned his gaze back to the ground . . . and started 'innocently' walking away.
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I . . . liked . . . this chappie . . .
But, seeing as I don't REALLY hate any of them (considering I'm the author and absolutely CANNOT LOATHE my own work X.x;;) that's really not saying much, ne, minna-san?
-.-;; sigh.
but o-k, anyway . . .
another filler chappie!!
::peace sign::
don't hate me, minna!
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they just happen sometimes u.u;; . . .
eheh . . . please review kudasai!
I'd be very happy if you did!
n.n
- Kita-chan (n.n;;)
PS
Doumo arigato gozaimushta . . .
Volpe Di Spirito (lol!! n.n YUP, he sure is!! . . . but you gotta luv those 'no-good punks' (quoting Carthage-san) anyway, ne? ::peace sign n.n lol, arigato for reviewing, as always, Volpe-chan! (and update that fic with a neko(cat)-Hiei SOON, chica!) n.n)
Hiei's Gothic Angel (yay! n.n;; oh, I feel so honored and special! n.n thanks for continuing that fic! it's a cool idea, and I'd hate to see it fizzle away into a blob of nothingness off to join the many other wonderful fics that have sadly dissolved and fallen into the never-ending abyss dubbed 'discontinuation'!! T.T;; (if you understood a word of that I'll give ya a COOKIE!!) n.n;; lol . . . eheh . . . and again, thanks for reviewing, Angel-chan! n.n doumo!)
Queen of the Paperclips (yes, yes you will (n.n;;) REVIEW AGAIN!! (at least I HOPE so . . . Oo;) n.n;; eheh . . . ok . . . on to a more NORMAL train of thought . . . AH, it got derailed!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE AND GET EATEN BY RATS!!! X.x;;; erkk . . . hey, it's a Friday, I'm finally free, ne? (-.-;;) cut me some slack kudasai . . . onegai? X.x;;;; ah, and if you got my note at the beginning, hope you understand the whole 'adoption situation' better-ish now!! n.n yay! . . . Oo;; Hiei . . . as a . . . tree-jumping baboon?!? . . . . . . . SWEET!!! ::stares off into space, her mouth twitching as drool starts to accumulate:: ARK!!! . NO HENTAI THOUGHTS!! ::bangs head with the wooden board used by the monks in 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail':: X.X; ORO!!! x.x;;; . . . and yes, he does jump a bit much . . . but that's Hiei for ya, ne? n.n lol, and again, danke ('thanks' in German n.n;;) for reviewing yet AGAIN, Paperclip-chan! n.n)
Crystal-Kuramas-gurl (awwww, thanks so much!! n.n ::feels all happy and honored now:: n.n honestly, I really DO mean it . . . ::hands her some Kurama and Hiei plushies:: doumo arigato, Crystal-chan! n.n THANKS!)
What2callmyself (What2-chan! n.n hey! glad you reviewed again . . . lol! I LIKE your science teacher's way of thinking, chica . . . is he free? ::wink:: n.n; LOL!!! j/k!!!! j/k!!!! J/K!!!! n.n;; eheh . . . I couldn't resist a little weirdness, ne? ::shrugs::n.n;;;; BUT moving on . . . thanks so much (yes, AGAIN), What2-chan!! n.n YAYNESS!! LOL! n..n)
Kitsune Kit (n.n of course! you're just as important as anyone else that reviews, even if you don't babble insanely like some of the others do (though I do LUV the insanity . . . . Oo;;) lol, and thanks again for telling me your thoughts on the chappie, Kit-chan! n..n)
shadow priestess (X.x;; OI! JAPANESE . . . and GRAMMAR, nonetheless!! Ich verstehe das NICHT!! X.x;;; ORO!!! (though I think it had SOMETHING to do with 'party' and 'what' Oo;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;) -.-;;; gomen . . . I guess when I said I was 'self-taught' I sorta meant . . . pronunciation and writing, eheh. n.n;; gomen . . . but I'm really impressed if you taught yourself grammar and such!!! yay for you! n..n in ANY case, danke schoen fuer reviewing, shadow-chan! n.n doumo!)
Sate (n.n;; lol, you got a good point, there, Sate-chan . . . X.x;; ORO!! what if Hiei DID get caught shoplifting, ne? Oo;;; I think I'd have a heart-attack, because that would never happen . . . unless he was unconscious or something and THEN the people found out he shoplifted . . . ::shrugs:: ANYWAY, thankies for reviewing, I very much appreciate it as always, Sate-chan! n..n)
Private 2nd Class Day (::smiles:: Thank you. I was very happy to get your review, as you're the only one who commented on my little 'note'. n.n Arigato gozaimushta, Private-san. n..n thank you . . . :3 )
Carthage ( n.n thanks! and of COURSE I'll keep writing!! it's my 'thing', lol . . . n.n;; eheh. ANYWAY, thankies again for the review and I'm sooo glad you think Hi-kun's in character!! n.n he's the toughest to write as a teen, (seeing as he's the only one who ISN'T one in the series) . . . lol!! n.n;; eheh . . .)
Ok, now chotte matte(wait a minute), minna-san . . .
one more little note and then you can all go off to read some more fics or whatever it is you do in your spare time . . . provided it isn't breeding some kind of purple frog to throw at me Oo;; . . .
believe it or not, but I DO notice when people don't review . . .
I get used to typing all these nice little names and when I miss a few of them, I remember it.
so . . . I guess what I'm trying to say is, if you've reviewed before, please do so again!
n.n
I really have fun writing back to all of you in these little review-responses that I do . . .
::shrugs::
do whatever you like, though. n.n
I won't hold it against you if you remain silent, but I like to talk to you guys.
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::peace sign::
Ja ne, minna-san.
:3
Peace out.