(alternate universe, shounen 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.
Shounen 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 and Karasu's school is Tatakoe High (the next step for students in Sarayashiki Junior High).
3- Kurama, Youko, Yukina and Botan's school is Meiou High. (Hiei, Kurama, Karasu, Yukina and Botan are all sixteen; Youko is seventeen).
Oh . . . my . . . gosh. x.x;;;
I'm so sorry you guys! It's been, literally, four months!
Here's my list . . .
Finals in June. I missed the two-month deadline . . . Our computer also died a week before I left (lightning burnt out the PC tower). That was . . . around June 13, or so. Preparing for a trip to Japan, going on a trip to Japan (two weeks), staying in Oregon with my relatives for two more weeks (didn't have my discs, so I couldn't write . . . sigh). I was home for less than a week, and our new computer broke. It was a lemon, so it was sorta messed up anyway, but . . . yeah. Took us another week and a half to get a new one, and I've been settling in, somewhat . . .
Well, that's been my summer (the first two-thirds, anyway) in a nutshell. Sorry if I don't seem too energetic, tonight, but—my mom's also limited me to four hours on the computer. I hope you enjoy the chapter, I'm working on the next one as much as I can. THIS FIC IS NOT DEAD! --;; I just need to find the time . . . n.n;; Eheh . . . see you guys at the end!
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( . . . and again, sorry for the super-lateness! ;;;;;;;;; Mou . . . x.x; )
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Tuesday night(xxxxxxxxxxxxx)
. . . beforehand . . .
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He'd seen the look of complete and utter pleasant surprise on his friend's face . . . before it faded to nothing . . . and then that usual anger. Kurama sighed, closing his jade-colored eyes and finally allowing sleep to take him . . .
. . . what happened . . .(xxxxxxx)
Wednesday, midday(xxxxxxx)
Chapter Seventeen
Acquaintances, and a Search(xxxxxxx)
" . . . so . . . your Haha made this?" The youth remarked casually, swiftly dipping the chopsticks—(currently held in his left hand)—into the redhead's bentou, from his seat to the teen's right . . . and thus snatching a small roll of sushi from within the lunch box and holding it in the air in front of his face, scrutinizing the food carefully . . . while taking in—(from the corner of his eyes)—the dully irritated near-glare from the other . . . for the thievery. He smirked, lazy golden orbs choosing to shift over, and thus gracing Kurama a half-glance from the side. " . . . would you rather I return it?"
The jade-eyed one shook his head in intuitive annoyance—(wisely not commenting on the pilfered roll)—half at the gall of his new acquaintance . . . the other half in hidden amusement as Youko popped the bit of food into his mouth without hesitation, chewing carefully in thought . . . and swallowing a moment later, wincing slightly to prove his point. " . . . it's a bit salty . . . "
Shuichi managed to ignore the first instinct to roll his eyes, instead going back to eating with another slight smile . . . choosing to take no notice of how other various contents of his lunch were being gradually—if somewhat discreetly—appropriated by the one occupying the desk next to him.
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"YEAH! That's what you get for going against the Great KUWABARA KAZUMA!" The teen shouted in triumph . . . to the video game screen across from him, hands still planted on the steering wheel of the driving game. His reason for such an exclamation was due to the fact that one of the racers astride of him had suddenly rolled off to the side, bursting into flames as they hit the wall . . . soon enough the finish line came, and he stretched, standing and stuffing his hands into the pockets of the light blue uniform as he walked out the sliding glass doors, onto the sidewalk, and headed downtown.
. . . wonder where Urameshi's gotten to . . . he thought idly, not even noticing as someone brushed by him, the other's height so short, that the tips of his hair were scarcely visible, the ends of the blue-black spokes rising to just barely above Kuwabara's shoulder—oh, wait! But he DID notice it, now . . . registering after a few paces, how small the guy was, he turned around with a bullied grin, now watching as the other continued to walk quietly away from him . . .
"Oi! . . . shorty!"—the first few words uttered in that tough, delinquent voice—"Haven't seen you around here be—" He stopped, mid-sentence, as the teen slowly rotated to face him, the other's eyes set into a dangerous look, dark crimson narrowed in a deadly stare back to the one who had dared insult him . . . having halted in his pace, just then, at the lack of respect—those irises scanned the other's face and form with more than a tinge of disdain.
—I don't recall this baka . . .
The beady eyes widened, as he, then—he remembered . . . so short, and that weird hairstyle . . . his mouth dropped open, one finger rising to accusingly indicate the other as he backed up a step, to emphasize the point.
"YOU! YOU'RE the one—w-who cheated against Urameshi!"
Reacting as he would have, of course . . . a smirk found its way onto his face, amused garnets glinting in the early light of the day . . . "Hn." . . . he rotated back around, now facing away from the tall idiot, for the second time today . . . and resumed his stroll.
Enraged at this, Kuwabara ran forward, stopping in front the other teen and grabbing the collar of the other's ebony uniform . . . a stoic, expressionless scarlet gaze meeting with the angry black one above it in nearly the same instant he had been assaulted.
" . . . ahou—" The junior-high delinquent muttered, bending close to the elder's face, anger written all over his scant features. "He wants a rematch, you bas—rd . . ."
The only response to this was the cocking of one slender sable eyebrow, half-disappearing beneath the white bandana.
"A rematch won't change the fact I defeated him." That deep baritone stated quietly, a slight hint of annoyance showing itself as one convincing deft hand came up to tightly catch the wrist of the one who was pulling him by the collar, red eyes darkening, now, locked on the smaller, beadier ones across from him . . . As the hold intensified, it forced Kuwabara's fingers to loosen their grasp, and the black-haired teen easily removed himself from the . . . 'intimidating' grip, bending that well-built wrist back, and easily off of him.
The taller one's face tightened at the pain, but he kept his eyes on the other, the arrogant image of the diminutive teen burned into his memory . . . as the other turned, releasing his wrist in a single dismissive move . . . the older of the pair began to head away, yet again—light boots of his dark, slight figure tapping neatly over cracked concrete.
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"BAKA YUUSUKE!" —the aforementioned miscreant was now becoming quite intimately acquainted with the very solid surface of the roof of the school. After a moment of simply laying there in pain, he grimaced, pushing himself into a sitting position, and rubbing that one aching cheek—a bright handprint still able to be seen, glowing, through the tending fingers as his chocolate irises (one squinted, slightly) took in his lifelong friend.
" . . . ittai . . . why'd you have to hit so hard, Keiko . . . ow . . . " The girl was literally fuming, her face lighting itself red, from both embarrassment and anger; small, feminine hands curled tightly into themselves at her sides, arms locked in a straight-ways down position.
"YOU PERVERT!" She yelled again, quite flustered, and spun quickly around to exit through the door. Slamming it behind her, the girl now stormed her way back down the stairs, then out into the hallways and other assorted classrooms of the junior high . . .
With a slight sigh, the delinquent stood, left hand still de-tenderizing that painful area present on his face . . . he walked to the edge of the roof, staring out over the city, leaning an elbow on the rail (as that hand had shifted to a mere ballast, now) musing to himself whether or not he should stop bothering her so much—
Nah!
An annoying, cheesy grin spread across his face, at the mere thought, as he straightened from his former position, fingers then snaking their way down back to one of the green uniform's pants pockets.
---Keiko was too much fun to tease, after all!
Yuusuke's dark roan eyes trailed idly to the gates, mind stirred by some noticed recollection . . . hmm . . . . where'd Kuwabara been, anyway . . . at this he scoffed, instantly coming upon a likely reason . . . che.
The guy should count himself lucky, not to have some girl ragging on him for skipping school . . .
The top-notch delinquent at Sarayashiki Junior High School grinned again, after a moment, remembering something (or, rather, someone) else.
There was Shizuru, though . . .
. . . but now boredom decided to invade the youth's thoughts, so he turned, walking a ways back and sat, yawning some during the action, folding his hands behind his head for support . . . effortlessly sliding into a nap for the rest of the school day.
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Wednesday afternoon
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The pair of old friends made their way down the street, the school a few blocks behind them having let out only a few minutes ago, and thus allowing a deluge of pink-or-red-uniformed teens to completely saturate the sidewalks. They walked at a comfortable pace, the taller's animated and bright cheery voice nearly the opposite of her friend's quiet and soft tone.
"Honestly! I wonder why Toumo-chan took off so suddenly with those girls . . . she seemed so different, this morning . . . she didn't even want to eat lunch with us today—" The blue-haired girl's voice began to trail off, slowly, getting quieter as the conversation took a bit of a sobering twist.
" . . . . well, perhaps she made friends with them, recently." The other offered in her comforting, gentle voice, not taking part in the gossip, and only seeking to assuage her companion's fears over their common friend's abrupt change in behavior . . . "I'm sure she didn't mean to upset you, Botan-chan."
The girl huffed, slightly, but let it fall, turning her mind to more light-hearted matters . . . such as the weekly cooking lesson she had today! Blinking, and looking down to her friend with a smile, she inquired—
"Ne, Yukina-chan . . . what are we going to be making, today?" The mint-haired girl smiled slightly in return, the light-hued locks shifting mildly as she tilted her head, a bit, to take in her comrade.
"Well, I was thinking—"
"Oi, excuse us!" With a brief startled blink, at the interruption, they both aimed their gazes forward, only now noticing the two boys in front of them. One wore some sort of green attire, with buttons crawling straight up the center front, while the other was nearly a head taller, his uniform light blue and starkly contrasting to the curl of murky orange that covered his head.
Bubbly and outgoing as usual, the blue-haired Awakai girl smiled merrily at the two of them, despite the rather sudden interference, knowing that her good-natured, shy friend hadn't held—(and wouldn't hold)—anything against the pair for the interruption . . . and also seeing that Yukina was only observing them with a smile, still with that modest, unruffled air only she possessed.
"Yes?" The taller girl inquired, and the green-clothed delinquent answered first, his voice carrying some brash tinge, even as he spoke seriously.
"Would you know where we could find someone in a black uniform." The question was frank, open and direct. Botan blinked.
"—ei-to—" After a few moments, where it was clear the slightly air-headed girl had no clue as to the answer, a soft, quiet voice filtered up delicately from just a few inches to the side of her friend.
"—I believe . . . we just passed someone like that, didn't we?" The last part of her sentence was directed to Botan, as Yukina angled her face to one side, just a little, to considerately confirm the memory. The other girl blinked again, then cheerily smiled with a hint of pink dusting her face, after a moment, now turning her attention back to both boys, a few sweatdrops finding their way down her face.
"Ah, sou, sou! A little ways back, someone passed by us, wearing a uniform just like that!" The brown eyes of the dark-haired student narrowed, and he looked up to his friend, barely noting in the back of his thoughts how the carrot-top's gaze was unusually focused, trained hazily on the shorter, meeker maiden that had supplied an answer . . . that lean, bony-featured face of the taller one began to hold a tint of slight cerise—the first guy snorted at this oncoming blush, looking back to the girls with a nod and a brief thanks, before heading off as he passed them.
The other remained as he was, staring fixedly at the courteous, demure lass . . . who now noticed the look, and acknowledged this further attention with a friendly air, offering a slightly more cheerful look, as the childish crimson-hued irises disappeared to sweet half-moons in an innocent response to the stare upon her. This brought the boy out of his previous state of non-thought, and the light red on his scantly-featured face grew, a bit . . . he opened his mouth—
"OI! KUWABARA! I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!" A certain ill-tempered delinquent yelled from up ahead, already a good ways down the sidewalk. Startled out of his soft feelings, the punk switched his gaze forward, beady black eyes scowling up at his comrade.
"I'm COMIN', Urameshi! GEEZE, hold your horses!" Muttering a bit to his mind, he aimed his eyes down, hoping to catch another glimpse of the affable mint-haired beauty that had—formerly been standing in front of him. His gaze widened, as they were no longer there, and he turned around, seeking to find . . . ah, but they must have gone around the corner, while he was answering Urameshi . . . he sighed, mind drifting again, for just a few moments longer—
"KU-WA-BA-RA!" The teen started, grumbling in annoyance before heading up with a few long ambles to join his impatient friend. They continued on, seeking out this black-uniformed teen, who could most likely tell them where his school was.
After all, didn't Yuusuke deserve a rematch with that short punk, after all this time?
Although . . . Kuwabara pondered idly as he walked beside him, with a hint of regret . . .
—that girl . . . she sure was beautiful . . .
(xxxxxxx)
—mnn . . .
Wincing, a bit, the redhead pushed himself onto his arms, eyes trailing up to meet those darker brown ones of his sensei—disapproving, now, as was the quick comment that followed.
"Your mind's wandering." Came the flat, dry tone of the elder pink-haired woman. The jade optics of her student aimed themselves down and away, as Shuichi was still on his back, laid out prone, his slim upper body only supported by the two elbows that allowed him such a position to see her.
" . . . sumanai, Sakuha-sensei—" . . . he murmured, the respectful tone not lost in regard to his own shame . . . she sighed, when those quiet words met her ears, and the lady shook her head.
"Don't apologize, Minamino. Focus." He nodded, a scarce gesture, after a moment or two—and found his way to his feet, resuming a defensive stance once again—verdant eyes narrowing as he concentrated, seeking to read her next move . . .
How could I allow myself to be so distracted . . . he mused quietly, as the woman across from him settled in to fight, as well.
It was years ago . . .
( : memory : )
His young, small hands clasped each other absently, a bandage wrapped around his head, and a few patches of gauze taped to his skin, covering most of the nasty scrapes . . . the dull, suspended forest-colored irises were hazed, trained intently on the floor of the waiting room, albeit unseeing, endlessly replaying the scene in his mind . . . when the two cars were rushing at them, and he had closed his eyes--
"SHUICHI! OH, GOD—SHUICHI!" His mother's voice snapped him back from the grisly—albeit sadly recent—past, and she ran the length of the sterile hall to her son, tears staining her cheeks as she barreled into him finally, hugging and holding him tight. "Oh, Shuichi . . . " at the sight of Shiori's breakdown, he felt drops of moisture accumulate in his eyes, as well . . . " . . . thank the kami-tachi you're alive . . . "
The built-up tears spilt forth at this, and he clung to his 'kaasan, crying—like any little boy his age would—into her shirt as he buried his face into that secure warmth . . . " . . . He—he . . . " . . . that choked voice started to mutter . . . but she shushed him, only holding her precious child to herself more tightly and rocking him a bit, speaking softly—
"I know, mus'ko, I know . . . it'll be all right . . ." Quiet, controlled footsteps reached their ears, but Shuichi didn't look up, still too far gone at the moment, safe in his mother's embrace from the grief that threatened.
". . . are you all right, Shuichi-kun?" He finally looked up, seeing the calm, dark—and tonight, somber—eyes of Kieru Hanae . . . his friend's mother. He nodded, not moving his eyes from her . . . but those identical dark orbs trailed to the emergency room in front of where Shuichi sat not long after--of their own accord.
" . . . Shiori . . . I suppose all we can do is wait, then?" Green eyes turned back up to her, and he saw his mother nod, still keeping him in her lap without disturbing too much . . .
"Hai, Hanae. Please, sit with us." The lady nodded, finding a seat close by the pair, deep violet stare trained on the double doors as she sat, staring with no emotion other than a blank sadness. . .
My only son . . .
( : end memory : )
"Minamino!" Jarred awake, yet again, his eyes widened as he noted the shihan had paused mid-attack, her hand poised just a few inches from his nose . . . and the furious, slow-kindled anger of the venerable warrior now burned into him from below. She drew back, her eyes calming, some, emotions coming under her control as experience would have it . . . rotating quietly around, arms now folding across her chest as she faced away from her pupil—and his lack of alertness.
"Go home, Minamino. You're accomplishing nothing here." He bowed his head, just a bit, in regret . . . it was his fault she was wasting her time; pure and simple. With an exceptionally low bow, he exited, not another word between them, and headed back to the locker room to retrieve his school uniform. Kurama chose not to change out of the traditional attire of this particular martial art—(the clothes needed a washing, anyway)—and . . . started home.
(xxxxxxx)
DONE!
For now . . . sigh.
Enjoy this, I haven't the faintest idea when the next update will come. ;;;
Perhaps before September, but . . . I have summer reading to do, as well. Xx;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
I'm sorry:: cries : I hate circumstances . . . well, that and being a senior. ;;;; At least no SATs this year . . . Moving on! n.n; Review responses!
Thank you everyone, sooo much! If you all don't hate me for taking so long (and left a review last chapter), please feel free to read directly below. ;;; Otherwise, skip to the end for more ranting.
- Kita n.n
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Kooriya Yui (At this point . . . I don't even remember what I was talking about. x.x;; : checks the review from the latest chapter when typing these responses ;;;; : Ah, yes, isn't it cute? Sorry for the lack of a response . . . but thanks for the review! n.n.;; Eheh . . . arigatou, Yui-chan. :3 )
YokoYoukai ( Indeed. Flashbacks and cocoa—WARNING, WARNING; DANGEROUS COMBINATION! X.x; lol Thanks for the nice review, Hatoko-chan . . . sorry it too so long, though! Xx Doumo! n.n;; )
Dragonflyr ( Yay Youko's mom! n.n;; Isn't she just as fun as him? Like mother, like son . . . : snicker . . . pats, though : n.n Not saying anything about Miuko, just yet . . . but that was my first thought, yup. : nod, nod : It might change, though. n.n;; The Kura Kuro thing should have gotten clearer, now . . . Thanks for the good luck . . . I got a 2 on the APs on essays, for crying out loud ;;;; but did okay on the SATs oo;; Ah yes . . . and thanks again for the review, Flyr-chan! n.n;; )
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Ryuuie Mizishi ( : Huggles:: n . . n Thank you! I am updating . . . just---sporadically. : Profuse sweatdropping : . . . don't hurt meh! Xx; Thanks for the songs, also! n.n I've burned all of the ones you sent onto a CD, and have listened to it so much that I now know all the words. : additional sweatdropping : If you could, could you send me the name of your site, again . . ? I've lost it, and am looking for other Yuyu music . . . oo; If you have the time, though! n.n;; Thanks soo much for the review, Ryuuie-chan! Doumo arigatou gozaimasu:3 )
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Nite Nite ( Demon babies, most likely if you sneak Kurama-kun and Hiei-kun's DNA into the government lab, that is ;;; . I mean, think about it. Kurama's half-demon, and Hiei's all-demon . . . : nod, nod : The genetics win out! . . . unless the human gene isn't recessive, of course. x.x;;;;; Heh. : presents with a dragon/fire/katana-proof vest for Spike. n.n;;;; lol Good luck, Nite-chan! Survive . . . as I do, vaguely, faintly flickering into existence every now and then. x.x;; Eheh. Thanks again for the review:3 )
Vampire Ifurita ( Hiyo, indeed:: has disappeared for a third of a year x.x;; : Thanks so much . . . I'll hurry and update as soon as I can. Oo; Don't know when that'll be, though. x.x; Thanks, though. n.n; Doumo arigatou, Ifurita-chan. :3 )
Queen of the Paperclips ( Yes! I live! Xx; I respond after four months of silence! X.x;; No, but I have to finish this fic . . . : shrug : It's become something to work towards, for me (just watch, I'll be in college and still be writing this—it's been over a year since I published it first, anyway! n.n; ) Eh . . . I would have done something special, but I'm too darn busy. ;-; Sigh. : pats, though : n.n I love your reviews, Paperclip-chan! Keep 'em up! I look forward to any in the future, and doumo arigatou for the GREAT review, as always! n . . . . . . . n )
shadow priestess ( Ore! I will remember. X.x; Gah . . . please forgive the oddness . . . I'm insane right now. --; I'm glad you still like this story, it's taking me sooo long to update! I'm sorry! Xx; Please do forgive. And thank you very much for the review. :3 Danke schoen. )
spiritkitsune ( Ah, yes, sprouting shounen ai. Oo; lol n.n; Well, the important thing is that you did review, so now I can talk to you! Eheh . . . : bows : Thank you for reading, Spirit-san! I hope to hear from you again:3 Thankies so much for the nicey-nice comments! n . . n )
foxlover312 ( Another newbie! Ah, don't worry . . . if you're annoying, I'm about ten times worse. :3 : pats : n.n Rambling's okay . . . it's fun! Hope you keep it up, I'm not giving in on this fic! IT WILL BE FINISHED—eventually. ;;;; Probably when we're all old and grey and my fingers have arthritis and I'm senile or whatnot . . . oo; Maybe not, but it's fun anyway, ne? lol, thanks again, Fox-san! n.n; )
Tankar ( Yes! I'm actually updating somewhat soon, compared to your review . . oo; Hm. I tend to do that, now that I think on it . . . Xx; Good thing you commented, reminding me of my responsibility as a fanfiction sakusha! I WILL WRITE! . . . n.n;; Eheh . . . but, thanks again and yes, it's sorta Shuichi-centered. ;;; I noticed that now, thanks for the clue-in . . . maybe I'll do what you suggested. I like the idea—hm. We'll see. Oh, and . . . err—due to the unwillingness of the authoress to elaborate on what went on between Youko-kun and Toumo-chan . . . ;;;;; Use your imagination. Eh . . . on to the updating-ness! n.n;;; Arigatou, Tankar-san! )
YES!
AFTER FOUR LONG MONTHS, IT'S ON TO UPDATING!
: skitters around, basking in the joy of it all : n.n
Ah, yes, and as some side notes:
When we were in Japan, some of my friends found a doujinshi store. There was lots of yaoi manga (from what I've heard), including some Yuyu. It was mostly HieixYuusuke, YuusukexHiei; but Jess said that she saw a few KuramaxHiei, HieixKurama ones as well.
. . . right next to it was a hentai store, and she almost went in. ;;;; Sigh. Ah, the cluelessness. oo;;
. . . when we were visiting the school (walking down the halls, more descriptively), Jess was also talking about 'yaoi' this and 'yaoi' that, just because she saw a couple of guy students holding hands (the Japanese are very affectionate, you understand; girls sit in other girls' laps, guys do perverted stuff with one another . . . n.n;;; It's all good. ;; ) BUT anyway, the point is that she got all these weird looks from the guys . . . n.n;;;; Heh, heh . . .
She also used her Japanese phrasebook to tell a couple of Japanese schoolgirls (our age) that 'You're only using me for sex.' BWA HA HA!
. . . it was fun, overall.
Although I suggest not going in a vast tour group . . . : shudder :
And now to update!
(Ah yes, and please excuse any mistakes that I may have missed . . . my mom's blocking software actually prevents me from seeing this chapter on the Web! X.x; 'Pornography', or some such stupid thing comes up . . . grr. So, basically, I couldn't check this chappie online like I usually do----gomen! ;-; )
(Eheh . . . n.n;; )
Thanks again, minna-san (and that includes you silent readers, too)!
:3
Peace out! n.n