Author: Well, um…here's chapter two…? Heh. I still don't own YYH or DNAngel, and I claim half rights to Tez Thanatron, as well as full rights to Jenny Masaki. Time ta KICK IT!
Chapter 2: No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk
'One little lone potato, all by himself, no one there by his spuddy side! He must be crying little potato tears, until—LOOK! Two potatoes! Oh, how happy they must be, frolicking and singing their little songs of tuber goodness!'
Those are the thoughts that crossed the bored teenage girl's mind as she stared up at the ceiling, her azure eyes glazed over in concentration. She could not blink, because if she blinked then she would lose count of the dots on the ceiling. A hundred and ten, a hundred-eleven…If she lost count now, she would kill something.
"Is there something stuck to the ceiling that I can't see?" An adolescent boy asked her, sitting down facing her. He glanced up at the ceiling, then glanced back down at her.
She was silent for a second, her lips faintly forming words without sound. "Don't…bother me…" She murmured aside, before going back to lip-synching her words.
The boy raised a brow, glancing up one last time before shaking his head of spiky dark brown hair. "My name's Saehara; Saehara Takeshi. Maybe you've heard of my dad?" He suggested.
Again, he got no answer. So on he went.
"He's the head detective of the Azumano Police Force. I don't like to brag," he threw in with a chuckle, "but I happen to be an excellent photographer, and…"
Suddenly she slammed her fist down on the desk and glared at him. "You made me lose count, you waste of space!" She snarled, getting up furiously.
Takeshi gulped and also stood up, starting to back away. "Woah, take it easy! I was just trying to have a conversation!" He said in his defense. "It's not the end of the world, right?"
She never lightened her glare. "Let me fill you in on something, newbie," she growled, grabbing a small carton of milk from a desk as she slowly advanced. "Next time I say 'don't bother me,' you're going to keep your mouth shut and listen." She irritably brushed her violet bangs aside and took a step forward for Takeshi's three back. "I claim fifty-fifty rights to this school, and I don't tolerate insubordination."
Takeshi swallowed nervously. This was a lovely way to start out at a new school.
Riku's chestnut eyes brightened when a familiar red-headed boy entered the classroom she was in. "Oh, Niwa!" She called with a smile.
Daisuke blinked as she ran over to hug him. "Miss Riku?" He asked, disbelieving his luck.
The girl giggled and threw her arms around his neck. "Niwa, how many times have I told you? You can leave out the 'miss' part; just call me Riku, ok?" She told him, making a crimson color flush his cheeks.
'She's so cute…' He thought to himself, which technically meant to Dark. The Phantom Thief rolled his eyes and sighed.
What a boring place…Nothing's going on! He jumped topic.
Ignoring his other half, Daisuke watched Riku bounce back over to her seat next to Risa. 'Well…I sorta like it that way.' He pointed out.
At that moment, every person in the classroom took notice of a boy trudging in with his shoulders slumped. He was sopping wet with something white, which flattened his hair and stained his clothes. Without saying a word, he took his seat with a wet 'squish.'
Yusuke, who still sat near the back of the room, examined the boy carefully. He didn't recognize the teen, but he did recognize the work of the person who had drenched him in milk. Getting up and stretching, he headed out the door and to the roof.
Daisuke blinked. "Saehara, what…" He began. Takeshi cut him off with a wave.
"I made little miss Fifty-fifty Rights lose count of the dots on the ceiling." He explained quietly, dropping his hand back onto the desk with a 'splat.'
Sighing, Daisuke sat down beside his friend. "Well then…I suppose there's no use crying over spilt milk…" He mumbled.
Literally. Dark added.
End Stage 2
Author: There's chapter two! You guys finally got to see just how nutty Jenny is most of the time. This isn't anything like Everything You Want, where she was just annoyed and in love…this is the real her. The girl you don't get to see that often. It's like a look inside my mind! Which…is a very scary place. Anyways, there it is! Later, minna!
