A/N Okay yeah. I know I haven't posted anything in, well...Forever. Neh, here's a new fanfic I'm working on. Eheh. Please R&R. Main couple is Hisoka/Muraki BTW.

"Hisoka."

"Mmn."

"HISOKA!"
The caramel-haired boys eyes widened as he was jerked off of the street, saving him from being lacerated by an oncoming truck that loudly blew it's horns. Hisoka felt dazed and he clutched his head, moaning slightly. Tsuzuki, the boy that Hisoka was walking with gave him a stern glance.
"How could you have not seen that truck! You could have been KILLED!"

Hisoka just narrowed his eyes at his friend and waved it off.

"I'm tired, Tsuzuki. And you aren't making it any better."

Tsuzuki sighed frusterated and threw up his hands. This was the first day of school and Hisoka was being as whiney and pissed off as usual. Actually, it doubled now, since the boy hated school with a passion. Tsuzuki could not see Hisoka sitting through a day of lessons. In fact, he couldn't see any of his clique doing so.

The pair of them hurried up as they reached the school, sorting into the halls and classrooms. The girls were chatting and gossipping amongst themselves, pointing out whats hot or not. As usual. And the boys were talking relentlessly about whatever popped into there heads. The different highschool stereotypes all cuddled together and chatting. Hisoka shook his head and quickly went to his locker, depositing his bag and slamming the door to the metal hold. Scuffling to the classroom quickly after and slamming the door to that as well, choosing a nice desk in the back row to lay his head down on and sleep before school started.

Or at least he thought he'd get to rest.

Two creamy pale hands came up behind Hisoka and wrapped around his chest, the source of the hands pressing close to the back of his chair and biting sharply into the seemingly younger boys ear.

He hissed and turned, eyes widened with terror at the sight of Muraki at first, but then relaxing and glaring. One hand coming to rest at his hurt ear.

"What do you want?"
"Your flesh, Hisoka. Your body and your heart. Literally your heart."

Muraki smirked and traced an outline of the others chest, Hisoka whimpered and backed away from him.
"Leave me alone."

The white-clad devil shook his head and leaned close to Hisoka once more.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly do that."

He looked about, smiling before licking at the boys neck.

"How about you follow me? School hasn't started yet..."

Hisoka scowled and mewled, pushing away from Muraki, yet the more he struggled the more relentless Muraki became.

"Hey.."

"Mmn Hisoka god you're so-"

"Hey, Muraki! Leave the kid alone."

Hisoka and Muraki both turned their heads to the voice currently speaking, it was Oriya, Muraki's only true friend. Though the silver-haired man treated him more like a personal slave.

"Oh Oriya, Oriya. Can't you see that I'm having fun."

The long haired boy blinked and then shook his head.

"I can see that you're trying to get a rape charge pushed on you. Come on, we don't have time to deal with him anyway."

Hisoka scowled and layed his head back down on the desk.

"Can you guys just..go away, please?"

Oriya chuckled and whapped Hisoka over the head, not in a friendly way and not in a evil sort of way. Just in a -Stop-seducing-MY-Muraki-or-else-I'll-be-forced-to-keel-j00- sort of way. Which made everything fair in love and war.

Muraki, on the other hand, sighed.

"Yeah okay, come on bitch."

He grasped Oriya's wrist with his right hand, nails digging into the skin, and led his lackey away. Hisoka stared blankley at the two of them departing before shutting his emerald eyes tightly and attempting to doze off for the thousandth time.

Just as he had successfully done so, the teacher walked into the room with a sickeningly loud step and slammed the door. The bell had rung three times and not all of his students were there yet. It was days like that when he just wished that he could give up his job as a teacher and become someone amongst the hidden. Of course, that would be rather impossible so for now he would just stick with dealing out lessons every day and watching as a group of kids who didn't even want to be there struggled underneath his grasp. It was slightly rewarding, thought Mr. Kanoe.

With the door locked, and most of his class in the small, hot room, the teacher began to read off names of people who were supposed to be seated there.

"Asato Tsuzuki?"

"HERE!"

Hisoka hissed and kicked his friend in the leg for being so loud. The teacher simply rolled his eyes and gave a disgausted look to the two of them.

"Wakaba?"

"Here."

"Terazuma"

"Here."

"Muraki?"

"Absent."

The teacher looked up through his wrinkled eyes and raised an eyebrow at Oriya, who had spoken the words absent for the missing student.

"And where would he happen to be?"

"Absent."

"Where?"

"He told me not to say."

"Is he sick?"

"No."

"Is he skipping?"

"No..."

"Wait a minute,"

The teacher turned his head to the other side of the room and threw up his hands in exasperation.

Sitting there near the window was a smirking youth dressed in all white. Muraki Kazutaka.

"I give up."

"Here."

"Oh my god."

Kanoerubbed his temples and marked Muraki as present, then quickly read off the rest of the names. It was going to be a tedious day.

On the bright side, Hisoka was getting some undisturbed sleep.

End Chapter 1.