Weiβ Kreuz . . . nope, not mines. But the plot is! Buwahaha, fear the plot bunny cause I have no idea where it went!
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Fearful
Chapter 2
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Sliding into his seat with his bag on his desk, the youth hoped that yesterday's event would not occur again tonight. Speaking from experience, the honey blonde sighed and a slight content smile passed his lips.
Short chocolate brown head came into his line of sight, midnight blue eyes were analytical.
"Oh, ohayo, Nagi-kun!" Blue eyes were focused onto the said being in front of his desk, and Omi splashed on a wider smile.
"Ohayo," the other boy nodded and turned around in his seat.
Omi moved his bag to hang on the provided hook beside his desk after getting out his necessary materials for Calculus Class, which was just only a pencil. Both he and Nagi were possibly the only freshmen to be in a Calculus Class of mostly seniors and sparse juniors.
Sometimes, the blue eyed boy felt that he and Nagi were just too damn smart for their own goods. Adding to that fact, they'd usually get picked on due to their superior intellect. Because of that, the two youths banded together and became fast friends despite their polar opposite personality.
It seems that even this class was starting to bore the youth already. It was amazing how swift of a learner he was, that it almost scared him but as time progressed, he began to cherish this little gift of being quick witted that came with brains. It was good to be quick on your feet when you have other pressing matters at home.
The once talkative class fell silent as the door slid open, revealing a teacher of considerable height and equally glazing steel blue eyes that swept across the room and landed on cheery sapphire orbs.
Omi quietly squeaked.
Scratch the part where he said that this class was starting to bore him. Crawford always managed to surprise the petit blonde with those intense eyes of his. Scary. Very scary and very intimidating, too.
"Pop. Quiz."
"But it's still homeroom, sensei!" one student complained.
Yes, indeed it still was.
Sharp scrutinizing eyes fell upon the spoken student and the boy went rigid under his radar.
"Thanks to this sucker, this quiz will count as a grade."
Most of the students were groaning as they cleared their desks of their junk while Crawford was handing out papers. The honey blonde could have sworn he saw enjoyment of seeing the students' displeasure in those pair of steel blue eyes.
Having Crawford for a homeroom teacher as well as a Calculus teacher was no easy task that his students can handle. For starters, it's those nerve-wrecking, hard, critical stone cold blue eyes of his. Adding to that was his surprise attack on pop quizzes that he gave out whenever he felt like it . . . which was often unexpected. It looked like whenever he was in a sour mood, he'd hand out those evil quiz papers with the intentions of flunking everyone single of them, relishing the authority he had over them, and it showed within those flickering cold eyes of his. When he had what seems to be sour days, it was his good day and he made sure everyone knew with his papers.
. . . Sadistic, really.
The youth was positive this was not in the conduct book the teachers were supposed to go by. They were supposed to be whatever Crawford was not; in this case, everything.
While the students were feverishly scribbling out equations and calculating numbers in their heads, the instructor in the starched white suit was patrolling the aisles, eyes darting from paper to paper.
Omi silently sighed after the man had walked past his seat. The blonde could feel those piercing eyes of his on the back of his head. Had the instructor stayed a moment longer, Omi could've sworn his hair would set on fire with his pointed gaze.
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"Can I ask why am I coming along?" Ran sighed irritably as he attempted to yank his wrist out of the playboy's grasp. Failed. He sighed again and again he attempted to have his wrist back and yet again failed.
The blonde glanced back at his best buddy with, what seems to be to the redhead, an impish wink and continued to half speed walk and half jog, dragging the reluctant Prince down the parted hallway now that the two popular seniors arrived and graced them with their presence. Well, what it seemed to be, if you're speaking from Yohji's point of view . . . Let's not go and tread there . . . "You'll see, Ran!"
The said name glared at the back of the blonde's head. Why did the lanky blonde had to come to his locker and literally man-handled him out for who-knows-what reason? 'Unless . . .' His glare intensified with the possibility of him being setup again . . . for the fourth time this week.
Figuring that he had his friend found out, Ran halted to a stop in the middle of the hall.
"Let go of my hand, Yohji."
With the sudden stop, Yohji fell forward due to the momentum, twisting his body so the impact would on his back; bringing the other man down with him, seeing that he had no intention of letting him run off.
With his world spinning in front of his eyes and adding to the flashes of white, which the redhead concluded were cameras going off, he felt himself going dizzy and shook his head, lifting himself up to find himself staring into twinkling jade green eyes. 'Oh, crap . . .'
Arms beside the blonde's head and kneeling with his knee at each of his side, face in close proximity, the girls could have wetted themselves with the fantasies that was running through their guttered minds.
"Oh my God, we have to get a picture of this!" Squealed one of the girls and started to snap frames of pictures away.
"It'll be the perfect cover for our 'Bishies Fan Club Magazine!'(1)" Squealed another.
Surfacing his infamous trademark grin, his eyes twinkled even more with his brows waggling, "I didn't know you bend that way, Ran."
The intensified glare upped to at least several –if not more- notches, which could have set Yohji on fire if looks didn't kill. If it did, which Ran intended to prove at this moment, the male beneath him would be on scorching fire a long time ago.
Hmm, why didn't he set the man on fire? Err, what he meant to say was, why did Ran became Yohji's best friend in the first place? Ah, yes, that's right. . . The blonde maybe the King of Playboys, as he heard the other guys titled the male, but he was sure a good dependable friend . . . when he felt like it.
"Hn." He gracefully rose up, icy violet eyes never once leaving the recipient, "because I don't." Turning on his heels, he strolled down the hall from whence he was dragged from.
"Go Ran-sama!" cheered his fan girls. He shot them a glare that said something along the line of 'Shut Up.' They squealed and giggled as they snapped another shot.
"Ah, Ran!" Somehow Yohji sprang to his feet and snatched back the departing wrist, jerking the redhead to an abrupt stop, "C'mon, give it another chance? Please?"
He turned around, glaring at the offending limb before settling his frosty lilac gaze onto the still sparkling hopeful emerald green eyes. "Iie."
"Why not?"
"Hmm, what did the four previous ones tells you?" He gave him a pointed look with the sarcastic remark.
"The fifth time's the charm?"
Ran rolled his eyes and jerked his hand free with no avail. "Let go, Yohji before I maim you."
"That's mean, Ran-sama! Maiming our Yohji-sama!" pouted Yohji's share of girls. The blonde playfully winked in their direction and, expectedly, they swooned.
'Fan girls,' violet eyes rolled in irritation, 'Such a hassle.'
Yohji then clutched his heart in mock as he released the other's wrist to dramatically place it on his forehead, feigning a ridiculed faint with his pair of shades sliding down his nose when he tilted his head up. "Oh, Ran, you hurt me! Your best friend! Oh, how can this be? Where have –"
Said name sighed in annoyance as he slapped his hand over playboy's mouth, intentionally shutting him up, dragging him down the hallway like the blonde intended. His tolerance for the taller male's drama talk sank like a ship full of oil, and he was not in the right of mind to be held responsible for what he was planning to do to the blonde if he didn't shut up.
Beneath the pale hand that clamped over his mouth, he smiled victoriously. He knew Ran would've given in eventually. It all was on the matter of time of displaying his melodramatic performance and then the redhead would probably want to save face . . . or act upon his threat without prying eyes . . . Maiming. Not good.
As the duo lagged off, several cameras set off with bright blinding flashes along with giggles, squeals, the occasional swooning and some boys grumping over the two seniors affect on their girls.
"Hey, who's Ran-sama getting set up with!" One of his fan girls exclaimed, finally realizing that their Ran was being set up despite obvious verbal statements beforehand, eyeing the other females suspiciously.
"We must make sure no one gets Ran-sama to herself!" Suggested another.
"Oh, boy" the boys sighed as they watched the females got riled up.
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Yohji managed to get himself free and swung an arm over the icicle being, grinning like there was no tomorrow. "I knew you couldn't resist the Kudou's Magnificent Performance."
"Don't get too full of yourself" Ran's tone warned as he glanced over older male with a glare. "I only went along so you could can the Performance. And I still do not approve of being set up without my consent." Full force glare.
"Ran!" He, again, clutched his heart in mock pain. "You pain me again, my dear friend!"
"Shu –" The redhead was cut off short when he noticed a fairly large group surrounding an individual in the middle of the hall.
Expecting some sort of smart-ass retort, Yohji looked at Ran and followed his gaze to the mass of students. "Ah, having a social gathering, I see. Want to take a look before meeting the lucky lady?"
Shrugging off the excess limb, Ran continued on walking with the emerald eyed senior in step beside him. "You can go."
"Aww, she'll be disappointed!"
"Don't care."
"And where are you going, mind me asking?"
"To homeroom, baka."
While passing the group of seniors and juniors, a black backpack was flung in the redhead's direction. Instinctively, he caught the object before it touched his face. He stared at it for a moment before arching a questioning brow to the amazed audience.
"That would be mine" spoke a voice.
Violet eyes collided with sea-kissed eyes. 'Interesting . . . to have his eyes the color of the sea . . .' That was the first thing he noticed and then came the unkempt chocolate mop of hair and, what appeared to be used-to-be tanned skin. From the look of his finely toned out-stretched arm, Ran concluded that this youth was probably athletic. And his boyish features on his face, it was . . . strangely alluring . . .
"Planning to give it back any time soon?" the brunet cocked to his head to the side, a hand out for his bag, after a few moments.
Frustration flittered across violet eyes, realizing that he was admiring the boy after snapping out his momentary daze. Admiring a boy! A boy! A boy that obviously had no manners or respect! That was one thing he couldn't stand!
Hell, Ran was use to being groveled to and admired for adoration. Everyone wanted to be his friend and in his company even if he was a prick, or as he was dubbed, 'Prince Ice,' and this particular youth was showing him none. Even though he disliked the attention, Ran was positive others wanted him to be in the spotlight.
Clenching the bag, he roughly threw it back to the brunette and with a glare, he said, "have some manners." Amethyst eyes did take notice of the sudden flinch the brunet gave way after the black bag made impact on his chest. 'Strange. . .'
Teal eyes rolled as he possessively held his backpack, "You're the one to talk. Don't you have a date that you need to go and screw?"
Ran must have imagined it as he cleared his head of misconception once he took note of the brunette's display of verbal aggression.
Dammit, why did this boy was starting to get on his nerves? He just met him and already for some reason he's pushing his buttons. Ran was certainly well-known for his eternity of patience so why start losing it now? Maybe it was the boy's arrogance? Yes, that's probably it . . . .
"Want me to put a lid on him, Fujimiya-sempai?" offered a male junior as he cracked his knuckles menacingly.
"Ah, I'm sure he doesn't want any bloodshed on behalf of his name," Yohji placed an arm over the redhead's shoulder, budging him away from the crowd, "ne, Ran?"
Even though his eyes said otherwise, Ran opted to ask, "What's your name, kohai?"
"Hidaka. Hidaka Ken." He peered up at the taller male, eyes revealing defiance.
"Well, this one's for you, Hidaka Ken." His eyes harden at the youth. "Don't tell me what to do."
With that said, the taller blonde pulled the redhead away, continuing on their way. Slowly, the crowd dispersed to their homeroom, partly disappointed with the end result that held no bloodshed and partly scowling at the brunet acting in such a rude manner to the well-respected Ran Fujimiya.
"Ding-dong!" went the bell.
There went homeroom, and the start of the first period of class, leaving a rather disgruntle Ken in the deserted hall.
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"It'll be the perfect cover for our 'Bishies Fan Club Magazine!'" I, uh, got it from Kill Me, Kiss Me, I believe . . . the fan club, I mean. n.n;;
O.o;; Meh. This took longer than intended and it wasn't the result I was expecting. Funny how the characters take the reign, eh? Anyways, since you've read up to here, might as Review and tell me what you think, okay? It won't be a waste of time, but rather putting into good use! I'll stop now . . . vv;;
Here's my thanks to those who've Reviewed from the previous two!
Diane: Thanks for the first review! And here's the what happened next!
iphreeta-58: Yeah, me too. Hard to find them 'abusive fanfictions' huh? No.. it won't be a Ken x Omi fic (at least I think not nn;;). If it was, then why throw Ran and Yohji into the mix? I'll try not, too -grins-
koneko bombay: Wai, what a cute pen name! Named after Omittchi mixed with the shop! Kawaii! Ah, yes, I'm drawing the curiousity as to where this will take, huh? Well, here's my updates!
C.re.ax: Finished it in 15 minutes eh? Well, here's the 'other' and Ran-kun and Yohji-kun have arrived! Not as expected, eh? Or was it . .. ?
RyuichiFreak: I thought it was crappy so far, but okay, whatever floats your boat! Waiiii! Another kawaii pen name! Gravitation, rocks! xD
Yurigo: Why did I stopped there? Hmm, good question. You should ask my muse. It left me there and then decided to return in bits and pieces.
SachikoV: I hope the upward carrots shows up? If not, blame Yeah, me too! Ken and Omi has the brotherly atmosphere to me, but that's from one's POV, eh? Ah, yes, the pairings...ahhh, you'll see?
shikigami-kun: Yesss, another prey to the curiousity! Hmm, help or hindrance? Did this chapter answered the question?
Shiko87: Feel the pity for both Omi and Ken, because things are gonna -oops not gonna tell! Just have to read and find out, yeah?
Narijima: Thanks for the compliment (I think)! Grammars aren't exactly my best of friend . . .-glares at Grammars- Why do English have to be so hard? TT
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