Bird: Hey, everybody! I hate updating, and my teacher has given me like 4 projects to work on… And yes, I will get on with the story…
Meanwhile, out of the bookshop:
As the pencil sidled back and forth in the palm of a young boy's hand, his teacher slapped her thin hand on the desk.
"Taguchi YUTA! What did I just say?"
"You were talking about… graphing linear equations…" Yuta guessed.
Bird: for those of you who don't know (or forgot… haha… us and our old brains) linear equations are equations with lines… the formula is ymx+b.
"Yes… please graph a line where the y-intercept is 2 and the slope is –1," the teacher said gingerly. Suddenly an assistant knocked on the door and let herself in.
"Um… will Taguchi Yuta please report to the front desk," she muttered, turning away from the scary teacher.
"Well! Please hurry, Mr. Taguchi," the teacher instructed brusquely, obviously annoyed by the fact that he had skipped out on class.
As Yuta approached the front desk, the stern headmaster with an ever-frowning face peered down on Yuta, making him look small, like an ant crawling on the floor, about to be smashed.
"There's a… Mr. Sohma Akito wanting to see you." Yuta gulped. Sohma? That was his mother's maiden name, and that he had some sort of half-brother on his mom's side. A stiff dark figure swept out from the seat. Yuta jumped. That figure had been so still he hadn't noticed it.
"We'll take this outside, Miss," Akito said, and beckoned Yuta out into the waiting room. A kid with a bloody nose was waiting for the nurse. Akito glared and hissed at the boy.
"Ah!" The kid yelped and rammed right into the nurse's office. A muffled OOF! Came from the other side.
"What are you doing! I thought I told you to wait outside!" The nurse screeched. "BONEHEAD! I made it clearer than clear, I even threatened to stuff you into the trash can! I have a very special appointment! He has special needs, alright! Goodness!"
But Yuta hadn't noticed, as he stared into Akito's cold eyes. There was no sparkle behind it.
"Well?" Akito asked.
"… well what?" Yuta asked, trembling.
"Well, will you come to take up a spot in the Sohma Estate?" he said, as if everyone should have known it.
"But… what about Mommy and Daddy and Rubber Ducky and"
"WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MOM!" He yelled and raked his nails across his cheek while slapping him. Yuta was more frightened than scared, and didn't make a peep.
"Right now… it is important that you come," he stated, tantrum slowly simmering down.
"O-okay—I will…" Yuta stammered.
"Good. I'll see you soon," he said, a deathly creepy tone overwhelming his voice. Yuta couldn't wait to get back to math. He never thought he would be happy to return to class.
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"Lemme tell you a joke! Lemme tell you a joke!" Momiji cried.
"O-okay! I would love to hear one!" Tohru said happily.
"So, there was this guy who ate baked beans 24-7. One day, he met this girl he liked so he stopped eating baked beans, because they made him fart. One day, he just couldn't resist and had three bowls before he went to meet his girl friend. And then, and then, his girl friend blindfolded him and led him into a room. Suddenly the phone rang, so, so, she left the room. After eating the baked beans, the guy really had to eek gasses, so he let out one fart, since he thought nobody was there. IT smelled. But he still had to fart, and farted again. The flower near the windowsill wilted. And since he had three bowls of beans, he had one fart left. He farted, and the windows shattered! Then, the girlfriend came back, took off the blindfold, and saw that she her family in the room, waiting for dinner to be served."
"Oh! How nice," Tohru said.
"Momiji! Get back on duty!" Kyo yelled.
"Can't I just rest here with Tohru-san? Can't you arrange something?" Moiji whined.
"No! It's not like you can go up to the manager and go, 'Well, gee, Mr. Manager, I'm tired and I wanna play. Can I?'" Kyo shot back.
"Why not?" Momijii said innocently.
"…. JUST GET BACK TO WORK!" Kyo said.
They progressed through the day as though nothing had happened. Nothing had happened at all.