Thanks to Tensi-Notia, and BlackwolfJaganshiLover. Heh heh, oh I'll make'em fall into the punch all right…Also, there is a small OC in this chapter, she does not play an important role, not does she exist in any other chapters (unless I feel like it.), but I felt like sticking something there.

Chapter 5

The Punch-Incident

"Happy thoughts…." A paper airplane flew through the hair and stuck in the Janganshi's spiky hair.

"…Happy thoughts…" he snarled, plucking the paper from his hair and tactfully reducing it to ash. A freshman girl ran past him, squealing and shoved him against the wall as a junior male chased after her, "C'mon baby, just one little kiss!"

"…Happy…happy… happy…" Hiei's eye twitched out of control. He had been standing in an area near a corner, seeing as how he was not the only person who did not dance and resided on the sidelines. Kurama- damn him- was one of the judges in a contest; something stupid like throwing bean bags through a hole, or bobbing for apples. The kitsune was surround by a wall seven people thick of girls in shreds of spandex or leather that passed for clothing, and left little to the imagination. Two hung off either arm, digging their prosthetic nails into his emerald green Spanish jacket. 'Serves the prick right,'

If anyone at the dance recognized him, he would slake the earth in their blood; he had been bullied into wearing the powder blue pants the old man had tailored. They were somewhat unnoticeable compared to the top he had to wear; a button-up white shirt with long ruffles edged in dark blue running down the sleeves. A dark blue sash was wrapped around his waist, with a little length hanging off his hip where his katana should be. He did not give up his blade without a fight; Kurama had tricked him into thinking Yukina was right behind him and snatched it out of his hands, hiding it in the dimensional pocket kitsunes are prone to use.

"I'll get him back after this stupid egg hatches." He muttered to no one. The egg in question was skill fully hidden in the track the stage lights were mounted on. No one would be able to reach without a tall ladder except for the two yokai. A pair of towering seniors passed by him, "Nice outfit, shorty; who's your date, Chorro?" one of the idiots joked. Hiei made the universal hand gesture that meant 'screw you.' And as expected, the minds of some people are identical to that of a D-class yokai, they turned around and walked toward him. "You got somethin' you wanna say, peewee?" the blonde one said.

"Actions speak louder than words, you buffoon. I meant for you to jump off a building head-first." The yokai snapped back irritably.

"You wanna take this outside, ya' Cuban punk?" the dark-haired one asked, cracking his knuckles. Hiei rolled his eyes; "Sure, I've got nothing better to do than stand around, watching you baka ningens." Two minutes later, they were squared off, the three of them on the roof of the school over the gym; the skylights along the center of the roof showed the lights of the dance. 'If I don't fight, I can just move and they'll tire themselves out,' he thought. The blonde made the first move; he punched right at Hiei's face, stopping a centimeter in front of his nose, in an attempt to be intimidating. Hiei never flinched, "Is that all you plan to do? Fake it and try to scare me?" Hiei scoffed.

The brunette charged him and threw a real punch, which Hiei easily evaded by stepping backwards. The teens swung their fists with the accuracy of a dyslexic giraffe. (That made no sense…) Hiei kept stepping back and back and back, until he was teetering on the edge of the roof. 'Oops.' The ningens gave a laugh of triumph and shoved him. Hiei jumped out of their way at the last second, making them sway over the edge, flailing their arms for balance.

'Well, I guess I should save them,' he sighed and grabbed their jackets, hauling them back. They turned and latched onto his frilly sleeves, throwing him off balance. Hiei turned around, swinging the teens, and lost his grip on their jackets. They ended up ripping his sleeves off as they crashed through the windows in the roof. With a measure of satisfaction, he watched them plummet to the ground, one landed in the tub of punch on the way down, the other went butt-first into the garbage. The blonde drenched in red Kool-aid to the marrow. When he tried to get up, he found the punch bowl stuck to his butt, just like the boy in the garbage can. They crawled away like turtles with their burdens of juice and stinky leftover cafeteria-food. The laughter was deafening.

Hiei dusted his hands, smirking to himself. "Heh, Jerks." A girl cleared her throat, making him whirl around. She stood on one leg with her hand on her hip and a small smile. She was a Goth-girl, dressed in a black dress that hung off one shoulder with a shredded hem, a black, lacy scarf, silver jewelry, fishnet stockings and closed-toe heels. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and her hair was short and brushed over the left side of her face, and dyed black with threads of red here and there. "Name's Alana; what's yours?"

"Hiei," he mumbled.

"Nice threads," she said, gesturing to his sleeveless shirt. He crossed his arms and 'hned' in her general direction. She walked up to him, clicking her heels on the concrete, "Seriously, that looks better than those dorky sleeves. Who dressed you, Ricky Ricardo?" the white shirt did look more attractive without the frills, and the first few buttons had come loose, exposing his chiseled chest.

Hiei glared menacingly at her. "If you're strong, why didn't you fight back? Or are those muscles inflatable?" she quipped.

"I'm on probation, now go away before I hurt you," he snarled. She waved her hands, "Hey, I know how tough that is; I can tell you a little trick for when you feel like you're gonna do somethin you regret."

'Damn ningen onna, she won't go away, so she'll stay and jabber my ear off.'

"Find something you like to do; something you're really good at, then, rub it in their faces if they try to start crap with you."

"I will break your head open if you don't leave me the fudge alone, onna; last chance." he gritted out.

"Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah! Ya' wanna take it to the dance floo' punk? You ain't got skills, you ain't got nothin'! Check this!" she kicked off her heels and started to six step, finishing with a freeze scorpion; the six-step being a quick number of foot movements in a circle around her center of gravity while her hands were on the ground beneath her, and the freeze scorpion was the advanced form of the freeze turtle; she supported her body on one hand instead of two and held the back of her dress like she was being held in midair.

Hiei raised his eyebrows at the feat of upper-body strength and speed. "See? Just like that, and then who ever is bugging you will step off!" she said, replacing her shoes.

'Maybe humans were not all idiots.'

Music could be heard from the broken sky window; Alana grabbed his hands and brought him a little to close. "Let me show you, handsome." Alana purred with a misty look in her eyes.

'Scratch that, all of them are complete morons.'

"Sorry, I don't dance," he said tartly and tried to shove her away. Her black-painted nails cut into his bare arms; she was not letting her man get away… again.

"Please!" she begged, her voice becoming shrill, "Just one little dance! I'll let you hold my hand…" Alana batted her blackened eyelashes at him. Hiei pried at her fingers, "Damn it onna, I …said- waaah!"

Alana whirled him around with surprising strength. "Once around the dance floor it is! Lets tango!" Hiei was flung up against an air conditioning unit, and swirled a different direction, crashing into what ever was in the way. Alana giggled with a deranged look in her eyes, "From now on, Hiei darling, this will be our song!"

The fire yokai struggled to break free of her grip just as she spun along the corner of the building near the connecting power lines. Hiei broke free and landed on the horizontal wires attached to a telephone pole and the school building. With a blinding flash of light, and several blasts of electricity, Hiei fell two stories into the manicured bushes. The pylons to the adjacent power lines exploded and the power went out all over the city. When the lights to the school went out, the confused teens poured out of the gym and fled in confusion.

Kurama, who had missed where Hiei was, followed the smell of smoke to the smoldering body in the bushes. "Hiei! Are you all right? What happened to you?" the Koorime was motionless as well as speechless. His hair stood out straight at all angles like an Afro; his skin was scorched, ironically enough for a fir yokai, and his eyes were wide as saucers. Kurama slapped his face, "Hiei, say something!" Hiei's eyes flitted over to Kurama's face.

"Ow." He said bluntly.

Kurama looked down at Hiei's torn sleeves, "HIEI, I PAID FOR THAT SHIRT!"