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, onegai. :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).
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::is all happy because her favorite character's in this chappie and the reviews total up to 130—the most comments she's EVER gotten for a lil fic of hers!!! . . . . . . . . :3 ::
eheh, well minna-san, here we are . . . chapter thirteen . . .
—published on Halloween day here in the States.
( freakish coincidence, there, minna-san ( Oo;;; ) ::shudders:: . . . )
lol! n.n;;
no plushie throwing today, gomen ne ( u.u... )
( . . . I sorta promised myself I'd only do the random throwing of things if I got fourteen or more reviews for a chapter . . . )
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lol, suman ne ( -.n ) but that's my lil quirk!
;3
ah, yes, and we learn one of the identities of the 'shadowy figures' today . . . n.n;;; eheh . . . err . . .
::shrugs again::
ACTUALLY, I felt sorta funny because four—and PERHAPS five (because she didn't say WHO she thought the two people were -.-#)—people more or less guessed who one of them was . . . but no one had a thought for the other!!
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made ME feel happy, anyway, lol . . . maybe I can write mystery . . .
::mumbles incoherently:: although I DID only put one clue in the last chapter as to the identity of the second 'shadowy figure' -.-### . . . maybe that's it . . .
HEY!! I GOT IT!!!
if you can find the hint (paste the paragraph and/or sentence in a review kudasai), I'll give ya TWO shadowy figure plushies in the next chapter!!
n.n;; eheh . . . heh . . . heh . . .
Thankies are at the end!
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Monday afternoon
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. . . beforehand . . .
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Eyes slitted, back slouched, glare nearly transforming into a glower at the scene before him, Hiei sat concealed in the tree, watching the proceedings inside . . .
His sister was smiling happily at the redhead, and he couldn't tell exactly why . . .
But Kurama was, as well.
He hissed under his breath at THAT smile, his mind allowing the pieces to fall into place . . .
. . . yarou . . . don't you DARE . . .
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Chapter Thirteen
Constant
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Monday evening
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Heaving a large sigh, brown schoolbag slung over one shoulder, Kurama headed home.
Oh, it wasn't that being with Niisa-san and her family was a chore . . .
Iie, not that . . .
It was just . . .
Continuously dealing with small pockets of obsessed females that hounded him constantly at school tended to be . . .
Rather trying.
( . . . to say the least . . . )
He shook his mane of red hair, venting a bit of the slightly irked feeling; the motion causing cool, fiery-colored locks to ripple down his back in small waves . . .
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Kurama had scarcely reached his home; in fact had just inserted the key into the door, when he was suddenly pressed harshly against the flat wood. Gasping a quick breath, but keeping some semblance of calm, his eyes tried to flicker behind him, to catch a glimpse of the attacker . . .
But something sharp and firm against his back convinced his head to stay where it was, and he stiffened at the silent threat . . . he felt the person lean up . . .
So they're short . . . he thought, storing the information away, although a vague visage was already floating at the edge of his mind . . . a simple guess, nothing more . . .
"Not her." hissed a deep voice by his ear, chilled with merciless intent and harshly demanding compliance. His right cheek and hands still pushed firmly against the door, the left red forelock and his position hiding any chance of true recognition . . . Kurama's eyes widened the slightest bit.
"—do you enjoy attacking people from the back . . . ?" he inquired quietly, in a whisper . . . and the cold steel of the now-recognized katana pushed further into his back. He winced—(a barely noticeable expression)—at the uncomfortable touch, and heard the growling voice mutter some final few words of advice.
"Last warning."
Then the pressure was gone, and he turned around quickly, crimson locks rustling from behind softly—expecting to catch a glimpse of the boy . . . to confirm the identity one step further . . . but . . .
No one . . .
Shaking his head—(mostly to relieve any curious tension that now plagued his mind)—the redhead finished turning the momentarily-abandoned key, and let himself inside . . .
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A little ways down the street, a tall, ebony figure hid amongst the shadows of the trees, watching with a smirk as a small black blur flitted down the avenue, soon finding its way out of the district . . .
Dark eyes glittered as the slight-of-frame person's gaze returned to take in its original object of attention . . . the two-story house with roses climbing up one wall in the front, their thorny stems clinging to a classic white-picket fence designed to perpetuate their struggle against gravity . . .
A hissed chuckle escaped thin lips, and the teen's eyes sparked, an odd sheen flickering in their depths with anticipation . . . he couldn't take it much longer . . .
After having finally touched him . . .
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Tuesday, early morning
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(::memory::)
Finally the green-eyed boy sat up, looking to find his friend sitting comfortably on a ratty old trash can. The boy cocked a half-smile, tilting his head to the side.
"That was a good race, Kura. You almost got me that time." The sarcasm didn't QUITE escape him, so Kura rolled his eyes, deciding instead to lie back, and . . . eventually drifted off in the comfortable afternoon sun.
A loud sound started to resound through the paved ditch, jarring both boys from their half-asleep states. Kurama pushed himself up a bit, elbows bent, the lower part of his arms parallel to the ground, as his upper chest was lifted up. Green eyes widened.
His life . . .
He saw it.
In that one moment, from the two cars racing down the man-made river toward them, everything stopped . . .
(::end memory::)
Kurama woke, jerking upwards into a sitting position, eyes wild and fearful . . . a panicky glance around his room told him he was safe, but instead of slumping back into the soft mattress with relief, a hand found its way to his forehead, the tip of one elbow resting against the middle of his thigh as he leaned into it, hiding most of his face in shadow . . . pain-filled jade eyes slipped shut, and a barely perceived shudder passed over his slouched form . . .
When will it end . . . ? he thought idly, feeling his throat choke of its own accord . . .
When will I be able to forget . . . ?
He wouldn't cry.
. . . he couldn't.
Oh, of course, when he was a child he had cried . . . Haha had held him, whispering soothing words to him, comforting . . . saying that everything would be all right . . .
As cruel fate would have it, his mind—(having been heartlessly refreshed)—began to replay the rest of the scene to his unwilling eyes . . .
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The redhead was frozen in time.
Horrified, his friend called out quickly for him to move, but the boy with wide, bright eyes was staring, unmoving and unheeding, at the two teens barreling down the road toward them—both elders caught up in their private little drag race and not paying attention to the scene rapidly playing out before them . . .
With a sudden cry, the boy sitting on the trash recepticle leapt forward, trying to shove the shocked youth away from the dangerous center of the 'street' . . . but not quite enough. Now only dead weight in his shock, Kurama wouldn't move! The ebony-haired boy continued to push and roll his friend's unresponsive body to the side of the road, using all his strength to accomplish this one task . . .
(::end memory::)
Kurama's eyes stung.
He rubbed at them, clenching his jaw, and let his hand fall . . . the elegant fingers slowly forming into a fist on his lap. A fierce green gaze glared at the wall directly across from him.
—school.
Not caring that it was currently three in the morning, on a Tuesday, and that he had to 'get up' in a few hours, Kurama rumaged around in the bag he had brought upstairs, finding the book he sought and furiously flicking on his desk lamp; flooding the smooth surface with soft, limpid light . . . finding the correct page, and taking out his notebook, Kurama dove whole-heartedly into his work . . .
( . . . after all, this project was due a week from Thursday . . . )
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Tuesday morning
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Shuichi made it to school without any interruptions.
( . . . including that of suspicious tall teens that happened to guess which school he attended . . . )
Bright jade eyes focused intently on the book—(the same from last night)—that he was currently reading, Kurama didn't realize class was about to start—until a hesitant voice woke him from the world spun of words . . .
Lifting his eyes, the spell broken, and turning his gaze gracefully towards the disturber of his reading, he found a brown-haired girl sitting across the aisle to his right, blushing softly as she whispered, her equally brown eyes kept straight forward, staring firmly at their teacher's receding hairline far in the front of the room.
". . . a—ano . . . sensei is about to begin, Minamino-kun . . . ". . . always the amiable classmate; he smiled his thanks when she peeked at him out of the corner of her eye . . . and the girl visibly relaxed.
The sensei stood, and all eyes went to him, pencils cocked at the ready for some, and others falling asleep at their desks . . . the man cleared his throat.
"We have a new student today, class. I hope you show him how honorable you are, being respected students of Meiou Academy." Murmurs broke out around the room as he walked over to the door, motioning to the boy standing outside to enter.
Gasps were head around the class.
A most unusual personage strolled carelessly into the room, chill, distant eyes flicking over the class as the students were hushed into sudden silence. A smirk played on the pale, masculine face, as the boy continued to make his way over to the desk, each step a practiced move of cool aloofness, and he then turned to face the speechless room.
It wasn't only the color of his eyes; pupils tinted lightly with an irregular shade of gold . . . and naturally narrowed from seeming years of practice.
Nor was it just the thick strands of positively REAL-looking hair that reached past his waist to fall in a silvery curtain behind him; two elegant forelocks, not unlike Shuichi's own, gently framed the strong chin and pale face that looked as though it could have been chiseled from the palest pure granite.
No . . . these were NOT the only things that had silenced the twenty formerly-chatting teens . . .
Shamelessly ignoring the routine uniform code of the prestigious school, the transfer student had purchased a completely different outfit . . .
Instead of the bright, awful pink, the jacket he wore was a calm grey, just tinted the slightest bit down from white, making it nearly shine with hidden silver when accented by the long mane behind it.
Though there was still a double gold stripe racing vertically down the center . . .
Unnoticed in the awed silence, the teacher made his way back to the desk, scrutinizing the clearly-identified punk all the way, and wondering if this was TRULY the brilliant boy he had heard about from the other high school . . .
Clearing his throat for the second time that day, he meant to speak, but was cut off by the new student, who received a disbelieving glare from the interrupted instructor, which the teen casually dismissed . . . without even showing a sign that it may have ever existed.
"Hajimemashite." stated a low, deep voice to the class, the pale golden eyes roving carefully over the room, taking in his soon-to-be-classmates . . . and the small, darkly arrogant smirk returned to his face when his gaze landed upon an eyes-wide Kurama, the redhead's mouth hanging ever so slightly open.
"Douzo . . . yoroshiku." echoed the strong, quiet bass, laced with a bit of overlying amusement at the speechless group. Shuichi clamped his jaw shut, imagining that an almost nonexistent warmth had risen to his cheeks.
Beginning to speak, and still slightly glaring at the 'punk', the teacher continued before he could be cut off again.
"This is Netsuki Toujin-san. Please remember to give him a warm welcome, minna-san." The older teen didn't bother to bow, but merely nodded his head in the slightest, gold eyes glinting as he acknowledged—for the first time—that the mass of stunned studentia before him was a thinking, breathing—(and possibly sentient)—being of its own.
Kurama remained sitting there, holding his breath . . .
Netsuki Toujin.
So that was his name . . .
(—he remembered—)
That same cold gaze . . . from yesterday morning . . .
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Oblivious to—(or rather ignoring)—the deathly quiet room, the sensei continued to eye Netsuki, not quite ready to trust that this was REALLY the genius transfer student he had been told would be joining his class for the rest of the year . . .
His eyes lit up with an explanation . . .
. . . an imposter . . .
The teacher smiled slightly, continuing to scrutinize the silver-haired teen from the profile view he had . . . the boy was currently gazing apathetically over the silent class in bored relaxation . . .
Well, THAT trick could be found out earily enough . . .
Letting out a small chuckle, the teacher shifted his eyes to the ivory-skinned teen's face, only to find two tinted gold orbs gazing at him in an even stare, clearly no longer heedful of his peers before him . . . examining the middle-aged man with cool scrutiny . . .
Tensuta-sensei cleared his throat.
"Netsuki-san . . . ?" he began politely, still holding onto his smile, though inwardly the man was boiling in anger at the arrogance and lack of respect the boy displayed . . . ( . . . those odd eyes hadn't left him since he had been caught watching . . . ) . . .
". . . hai?" Toujin responded lazily, not moving his head an inch, those pale yellow eyes still inspecting, flicking over his instructor with careful ease . . .
"Please take your seat—" Tensuta trailed off, as the boy was already moving; he gaped, sputtering at the indignity, but the youth continued to stroll slowly down the front, turning into the second-last row, and paying no mind to the incredulous stares he was getting from both genders . . .
But for one.
Stopping next to the jade-eyed teen's desk, but still blatantly ignoring the wary look now set on the other's face, he leaned down to a brown-haired girl, eye level, speaking to the classmate seated at the redhead's right . . . in a tone far too low for anyone to hear . . .
She reddened, looking up at him, and he straightened, only offering her a suggestive smirk in response . . . his golden eyes offset alluringly by long, silver bangs . . .
Her blush deepening, she hurriedly collected her things, and quickly retreated to the front of the room—(Shuichi always sat in the back, next to the window)—not meeting his or anyone else's eyes . . . claiming the empty desk that had once signified the spot where Netsuki was SUPPOSED to sit . . .
—said teen, indifferent to the now-murmuring class, took the recently vacated seat without hesitation and leaned back, linking the two lean arms expertly in the silver mane behind him for his head's support . . .
(—the sensei decided NOW would be an excellent time to begin his lecture—)
Paying no mind to the buffoon up front, Toujin glanced out of the corner of one eye—to see that still-suspicious green gaze lingering on him . . . he closed his eyes with a soft shake of his head, and muttered a low comment . . .
"Do you like me so well that you cannot even speak." he stated quietly, opening his eyes only when he heard a huff of indignation sound from the other. The silvery youth turned his head slightly to the other, adjusting his left arm for vision's sake . . . to take in—with a small smile—the irate teen . . . who had narrowed his beautiful rich-green eyes and spoke rather curtly before facing forward again, an impassive light cast over his taut form.
"You wish."
But the calm youth could see those jade orbs flicker back to him, and winked saucily at the teen, grinning smugly . . . finally satisfied when a barely discernable tinge of pink dusted the creamy skin . . .
He chuckled as the boy, without another word, dove whole-heartedly into the highly interesting act of taking notes . . . while Toujin continued to relax, staring out the window past the fire-red locks of hair and into the tree-lined front courtyard of the academy . . .
Mnm . . . this was going to be an interesting year . . .
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::prances!!::
I LUV writing this guy!!!
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yay! yay! yay! yay! yay! yay! YAY!!!!
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::squeals!!::
SOO much fun, minna-san!!!!
:3
. . . NOW can you guys guess who the other 'shadowy figure' is, Yui-chan, Ita-chan, Paperclip-chan, Kit-chan and Kit(elf)-san?
hm-m-m?!?
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—wow, I'm hyper now, lol ( Oo;; ) . . . .
RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! RUN FOR YOUR PUNY, INSIGNIFICANT LIVES!!!
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eh . . .
Japanese definitions for this chapter:
Hajimemashite - How do you do
Douzo yoroshiku - Nice to meet you / A pleasure to meet you
Jaa!
- Kita-chan ( n.n;;; )
PS
Arigatou gozaimasu . . .
Kooriya Yui ( . . . - . . . WA! ( n.n;; lol ) you'll see, you'll see, Yui-chan! -n . . . n- . . . lol, did you translate the message yet? ;3 eheh, I made it as a hint for people who speak Japanese . . . perhaps I'll tell you what it means eventually! ;3 lol, thanks for the review, Yui-chan! -n.n- arigatou!)
Vampire Ifurita (eheh n.n;; yea, Hi-kun isn't TOO intelligent sometimes ( u.u;; ) lol!! n.n;; yea, 'Caged' is awesome, chica . . . I jus realized after I published the last chappie that you updated X.x; gah! . . . and I'm not saying another word about who the OTHER shadowy figure is ;3 lol!! thanks for the review, Ita-chan! -n.n- doumo!)
Volpe Di Spirito (oh, it simple why he left Hiei-kun, Volpe-chan . . . HE'S ONLY KNOWN HIM FOR ::pauses to recount how many days have actually passed in this fic:: . . . FIVE DAYS!!! -.-;; can't expect him to be all mushy when he barely knows the guy, ne? -n . . . n- lol . . . yes, Tylenolis good ( eheh n.n;;;;; ) . . . WAHK!!! X.x;; oro! Kura WOULD care (about some weak ningen onna's life) then, wouldn't he? x.x;; crikies, I dug myself into a hole with THAT one, ne? u.u;; sigh . . . ::shrugs:: but thanks for the fun review, Volpe-chan! -n.n- doumo!)
Hiei's Gothic Angel (oh, well that's good . . . less confusion spurs more understanding, ne? -.n lol, THAT was pointless and redundant, eheh n.n;;; . . . glad you still like it! thanks for reviewing, Angel-chan! arigatou! :3 )
Vashies-Girl (well . . . given as I already addressed the 'YOU'RE NOT STUPID' issue (n.n;;;) . . . you'll find out who he is NEXT chappie, I promise!! -n.n- ( n.n;; eheh . . . ::peace sign:: ) thanks for finding the time to review, chica! doumo arigatou, Vashies-san! -n . . . n- )
Queen of the Paperclips (ah, yes, it's not my self-esteem that's the problem . . . I jus don't want to sound all condescending and stuff . . . because then people won't like me if I get all arrogant like that ( u.u;; ) . . . ::shrugs:: so THAT'S basically the reason why you may see so much negative stuff towards myself . . . ::shrugs again:: . . . you find out who one of the shadowy figures is in the next chapter, and then both the lil mysteries will be solved! -n.n- lol . . . ( n.n;; ) . . . could you guess who the OTHER 'shadowy figure' from Kura's walk to school yesterday was? :3 . . . hope so . . . I DO like messing with your heads, but hope you get my base meaning anyway n.n;;; EHEH!! I'm shutting up now -.-;; . . . stupid arrogant tendencies ;.;''' . . . sigh u.u;; . . . gomen ne, and thanks for the review, Paperclip-chan! ::gives her a plushie of Kura and Hiei hugging:: there's the hug you needed (from the quote on your t-shirt), Paperclip-chan! doumo arigatou gozaimasu! -n.n- )
shadow priestess ( -n.n- yay! ::dances around as well:: lol, glad you like the dark evil figures of death . . . like your phrase, chica! ;3 eheh n.n;; . . . ahh . . . so THAT'S what 'suman' means . . . cool! -n.n- . . . thanks for the nicey-nice comments, shadow-chan! -n.n- I'm keeping an eye out for Mobius, even if I don't leave you a review! -n.n- thanks for the review, too! doumo arigatou gozaimushta! :3 )
Firekitti (::huggles!!:: -n . . . . . . . n- thanks for the comments . . . but . . . what do you mean by made-ups? X.x;;; . . . seems to me I'm making up a LOT of stuff having to do with their pasts, and the present, not to mention sticking a whole new high school into the picture . . . X.X;; oro!!!! x.x;; help me for I am confused . . . ( x.x;;; ) . . . eheh, thanks for the pocky, too!! ::munches:: haven't had strawberry yet . . . the store I get them at only has chocolate and almond, and I've only gotten the chocolate so far . . . ::shrugs:: but thanks for the encouraging comments and I'm glad you found the time to review, Kitti-chan!! -n.n- arigatou gozaimasu! :3 )
Marori (hey, thanks! -n.n- glad you still like it (despite the fillers, ne? n.n;; lol . . . ) I'll try to keep updating weekly, Maro-san . . . 11th grade is hard, lol! ::peace sign:: ah, but I try . . . that's what counts, ne? :3 thanks for the review, chica! doumo arigatou! -n.n- )
Kitsune Kit (yes, yes, you're right Kit-chan . . . ::winks:: jus wait for a bit, THEN you'll see him act up :3 lol, thanks for the review, chica! -n.n- arigatou gozaimasu! :3 )
Kit the Ice Elf (GWAH!! TELL ME YOUR GUESSES!!!! . . . x.x;; . . . oro, gomen for that u.u;; eheh . . . n.n;;; . . . glad you like! -n.n- cool username! yes, well . . . I said the shonen ai will come 'eventuallly', ne? ::checks beginning of chapter:: yup! -n.n- so you've got to wait for a bit, Kit-san . . . (don't worry, next chappie we'll be about there, eheh n.n;;;; ) thanks for the compliments! I'm glad you checked out my story and arigatou for the nicey-nice review, chica! doumo! :3 )
YES!!
NOW FOR UPDATING-NESS!!
joy!
rapture!
happiness!
purple clogs!
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. . . lol n.n;;;
eh . . .
oh, yes, yes, yes!!
Let's Fly As The Birds Do by Hikari Nanase.
READ IT.
I finished her fic in about twelve hours, from when I got home on Friday to the early AM on Saturday morning . . . it's so good that I couldn't stop reading!!
GO CHECK IT OUT, MINNA-SAN!!!
. . . seriously.
It's an awesome Kura & Hiei fic ( . . . I have her listed under my 'favorite authors'—if you want to take a shortcut . . . ).
ok, well, hope you decide to review!
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. . . and thanks for being here anyway if you refrain from leaving me a lil comment . . .
Peace out!
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PPS
Happy 'Harowiin', everyone!
May the spirits of the dead have mercy on your innocent souls!
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( lol, bye for now, minna! n.n;; have a good holiday tonight, if you're celebrating ;3 )