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2-in-1 ID Game

Chapter 8

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"Paging all of faculty professors and deans, to assembly hall. Again, all faculty professors and deans, please proceed to the assembly hall for an emergency meeting. Thank you."

After that short intercom, all rooms of third floor echoed with different noises. There were drumming sounds, hooting boys, crunching papers, some 'Yeah's' and -

"DIE! YOU CHEATER!"

- something like that.

"Shhh... Professor Hibari might see us and he might send us to detention!" The goody-two-shoes known as Mr. Kuchi stated - or rather pleaded - his classmates.

One student went towards him face-to-face. Some of their classmates braced themselves for the upcoming word onslaught.

"Oh, shut up, mister smarty-pants. Or should I say panties?"

Some of their classmates who watched them hooted on amusement, making the others to stop their business and to watch the two extreme students: extremely excellent and extremely imbecile.

"You are the one who must zip up your mouth. No-Good Pinky. There's nothing you are good at, but picking a fight and bullying your classmates! All I want to say is that we should stop creating ruckus. Professor Hibari was just teaching beside our room - "

"Nyah-nyah-nyah! Hey pal, why can't you just stay on your pansy seat ogling your green undies like a good kid you are?"

The rest of the student body created a mountain out of a molehill when they cheered and bet on the side who will win on the match. "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"You're just lucky you're a girl with a pink mop on your head. Pinky Cinderella, I'm going to call Professor Hibari."

One of the listening students yelled, "Mr. Kuchi is such a party-pooper!"

Another one added, "Kill joy, four eyes!"

"Did you hear that?" Mr. Kuchi's bickermate taunted. "Just admit it to yourself that you're gaying on our professors... Especially the male ones. Teacher's pet. Butthole-licker."

She cackled obnoxiously then added, "But I never thought you would be gaying on Professor High dive-bari..."

At that time, Hibari had just coincidentally passed by the room through the corridor, when he heard that obnoxious laugh. When he heard the stupid pun of a nickname given for him, he went to the classroom door, stayed, and leaned by the door's frame.

Though he went in unnoticed, still, the students automatically zipped their mouths shut and let the two bickering students to continue on their conversation.

"Oh, Mr. Kuchi, you're so disgusting and an ultimate pervert to the highest level! Professor Hibarin is a vampire, and he is not a shoutacon for devil's sakes! He has a thing for our dean in psychology, haven't you noticed?! Such a four-eyed you are."

One female student attempted to stop her by whispering aloud. "Pssst! Girl, you may stop now, ok!"

But the dim-witted student as Mr. Kuchi's bickermate didn't finish. "You are such a stupid guy! How many schools have you seen with students having the same uniform?! Or no-you-can't-change-your-schedule-of-your-classes policy?! And most importantly, what kind of a school we have, having a professor who just came out from prisonhouse?! And the verdict is... Namimori Count Dracula University for especial professors having Attention Deficit Disorder. Or was that sadism? Oh, and don't get me started on the 'count!' I mean our parents pay for our tuition fees... You just got lucked that you are a scholar. In what way... I don't know..."

That same female student did her second attempt. "No, Chi-girl. You. Really. Have. To. Stop - "

The Chi-girl interrupted the student. "Ain't we right?! This school is the best example for corruption! Our parents paid large sums of money to send us in this freaking school! And what kind of service did they give us? Now, I don't know about you, but I hate it. Who in their right mind would hire a tonfa-wielding ET who loves killing people, ignorant cake-loving nuthead, everything-is-fun who smoked pot before meeting us, silverheaded terrain ape from planet of the extreme apes, and that shit-spiked purple floor shiner with anorexia? Odd, isn't it?"

The now-ignored female student threw her pen - baseball style - in order to hit the pink-haired mop on her precious frontal bone.

"What the - " She leered beside of Mr. Kuchi to talk to the bastard who threw the pen. "WHAT?!"

Instead of answering her, the poor student darted her eyes off to the Chi-girl's side. Barely noticing it, the pinkhead glanced at her back to confirm it. And there he was... The subject of their heated argument, writing something on his notes.

Then, the ravenhead raised his head to look at the pink-head. "Oh... Are you done with your prized speech?"

The whole class fell silent. All of their movements ceased to none.

"Well, Miss Junko... " He started. "Last time I saw you, I remembered your head as coiled springs. Today, you dyed your hair pink. My, your head already resembled a cellphone case. What do you expect me to see next? Ripped clothes on your bangs? You're such a lunatic."

He then flipped the page of his notebook as he continued his sermon. "This is the first time I encountered with ill-mannered students. But to tell you the truth, your basis of judgement is as platonic as a child's... Maybe lower than that. I just had received a lot of gratitude and appreciation from the seniors, and I know they will succeed. But, what about you, juniors? From that animalistic show you displayed just now, I think the school would love you to stay back a little longer as your current year. Considering you having one year to graduate and finish your college... you disappoint me..."

He deliberately stopped for a moment when he saw Kyoko walking his way, looking for him . She opened her mouth to speak, when she saw his hand gestures, telling her to wait.

Then the ravenhead continued. "Too bad students, because I'm planning to adjust your grades by two and a half. You don't know how hopeless you are... Miss Junko, kindly see me in the dean's office. And so are you, Mr. Kuchi."

As Hibari went out of the classroom, he was met with the skeptical female colleague of his, "Professor... are you okay?"

He just nodded his head once.

Now that didn't sit right for Kyoko's sight. A silent Hibari with a mouth set in a firm line told her that the brooding male was in a very murderous mood. They walked silently towards the assembly hall.

Maybe, she'll ask him after the faculty meeting.

Not long after, Hibari's wristwatch showed him it's time for lunch. At the same time, the administrator decided to adjourn the emergency meeting with a reminder the classes for tomorrow. Namimori Festival will arrive next week, and the students of each collegiate department must prepare for their performance on the upcoming town parade. Just the thought of it brought a huge wave of headache to Kyoya, who is the in-charge coach.

"Because you are the professor of Humanities," The herbivore said.

He leaned his back on the cold wall outside the assembly hall to get a breather, when his worried friends surprised him.

"Professor... you owe us an explanation... " When he raised his head, he was met with four pairs of eyes.

Hibari smiled with a fake one. "Same old, same old. Waking up at six, Dad picking on me, then my students... Like an ordinary day I have. And that stupid coaching job... "

"Stop feigning innocence, Professor Hibari." Kyoko interjected mildly. "I saw you picking on Ms. Junko."

The man chuckled lightly, to the surprise of the group.

"You call that picking? Well, I'll tell you, you would be mortified after the pink-haired phone case showed up in the dean's office... " Then, he walked out of the scene, thinking of any lunch that could quench his anger.

After a moment of silence, Ryohei spoke. "Wanna grab some lunch? My wife cooked the gang's favourite... "

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Brown eyes scanned the school's dancing studio. The beholder of those innocent yet so intense orbs turned his head side-to-side, up-and-down, and front to back. Then something caught his ear, and he followed the source of the sound. The more steps he took, the louder the sound he could hear. That's when he saw the ravenhead friend of theirs, discussing something to the freshmen at the left side, while there are the sophomores, juniors, and seniors, dancing synchronizingly without music.

"So, do you see me in a limelight now?" The ravenhead asked his students.

"Yes, professor!" The freshmen answered.

The amber-eyed man blinked two times.

He squinted his eyes to see clearly if the person he was looking for was that one.

Blink. Blink.

And yes, that was really him. In some tight-fitting clothing, which was really odd for a serious type of guy he was.

Someone tapped the man's shoulder and when he turned his head, his colleague showed herself.

"Professor Yamamoto... have you seen him yet?"

"Sure, Professor Kyoko. There he is."

In response, the auburn head Kyoko stood beside the curious Yamamoto, as they listened to the man's discussions.

The ravenhead coach continued. "I am also the adviser of the Theatre Guild of our school, which gives me the fact that I must always bring a ruler in every session... which is quite true. Do you know Ms. Darbus of High School Musical?... She doesn't use rulers."

The students laughed, as well as the two professors at the back.

"Of all the places inside this studio..." Yamamoto said as the man in front continued discussing. "Why did he choose the place with that wall behind him?"

"Why? Is there any problem with that?" Asked Kyoko.

"I got eye problems with that wall being a window... Too bright... Ha-ha, being a vampire is so cool."

Indeed.

Kyoko giggled as their friend continued his talking something about their practical test tomorrow and rainbows, fruits, and letters of the alphabet, as well as their traditional katakana characters.

Finally, Kyoko'eyes went wide by a fraction as she saw the image clearly in front of her. Curiosity could kill her, but she still asked the person standing beside.

"At first, I thought my eyes are playing tricks on me. But Yamamoto... is that leotard Hibari wearing right now?"

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"So, where's Ryohei?" Hibari started to ask them both. They were walking towards their local supermarket to but something to eat. Each of them pushing their own small cart, which were empty and yet to be filled.

"He already left." Said Yamamoto, then he smirked. "You know him... Being an early bird when it comes to going home."

"Hey, don't tell me... Did he told you the same, exact lines?" Hibari asked.

As an answer, Kyoko responded. "Ding-ding-ding! You're correct." Then, she giggled.

"Yeah, you know? Something like - " Then, Yamamoto imitated Ryohei. "Extreme! It's 4:30 already, and I already extremely missed my extremely lovely wife and my extremely cute children... To the max!"

Kyoko also did the same. "'You know how much extreme my wife is... She's pregnant with our third. I hope that he's a he, so that I can teach him to be an extreme boxer like me! To the extreme - eme - eme - eme..."

And Hibari added in his normal voice, "Extreme! This day is so extreme! By the way, if he's a he, then I will name him Ryohei Sasagawa, so that there will be a junior to this family of extreme Sasagawas! To the extreme!"

Then Yamamoto finalized. "Then, we would see a basket of yellow bell peppers... That was so funny!"

The three laughed for a while.

After the laughter subsided, Kyoko turned to Hibari. "About the scene earlier... Was that the reason of your anger?"

Yamamoto focused his attention to Hibari as the ravenhead answered. "Yes... that is also the reason you were called to the dean's office."

"Yeah, I received a letter, so I went there... That was some funny name she called me, huh. I somehow forgot how to laugh." Yamamoto replied.

"For once, I couldn't refuse to disagree with you, Kyoya. That kid has a serious attention problems." Kyoko scrunched her face to think.

"Couldn't agree with you more."

"I second the motion."

They continued to move by different aisles while talking random things to each other, when Yamamoto's alarmed 'Not good' made the other two to look at him.

"I was surprised when I looked at my watch, and I should be the one in our kitchen right now. I'm so sorry... I have to go now guys. See you tomorrow!" Yamamoto said while bidding them goodbye. Kyoko and Hibari both waved their hands while saying, "Take care, Takeshi."

When Yamamoto was already out of sight, Kyoko turned to the other. "I saw the invitation, Kyoya."

"The what? Kindly enlighten me, Kyoko."

"Stop faking yourself. I also received that from your students, after all."

Hibari showed his invitation to Kyoko. Then Kyoko answered. "Kyoya... Going to a blind dating event would not hurt your pride. What would you know if you met your destiny? Fat chance, right."

Hibari stood for a moment as he deeply sighed. "Since you said it like a pro ad agent... Guess I have no choice, right? For the sake of destiny."

He stared on the paper intently, as she laughed apologetically.

Little did they know the big plot of fate the world change his course of life from black and white to a colourful spice of his so-called destiny.