Enjoy this mess of a story
Thankfully for you guy's I do not own Beauty Pop
P.s Kyoya is not Kyoya from OHSHC, although his looks may somehow resemble him slightly.
Kyoya and Kiri walked down the corridor and towards the second year section, closely followed by Ochia, who had by now regained his formerly detached soul.
The whole ordeal had the majority of the female population of each year whispering, gossiping and simply adding fuel to the fire.
"Who is that with Koshiba-san?", one asked as she pointed at said person a tone of disgust ringing through her voice.
Another answered her tone non-chalant, her expression troubled. "I don't know but there hair is evenly matched..."
A malicious giggle rang throughout the group at the pathetic joke as their eyes surveyed the two. Kyoya felt no real threat to himself but could almost feel each and every dagger being thrown, then twisted and turned into Kiri, all through the medium of extremely dirty looks.
He chanced a side glance to Kiri who simply yawned, he in return blanched. He didn't know that due to the attention that SP gave her that this was a daily occurrence. It seemed that only the people who she had helped and the male population did not hold any grudge against her. Of course Kyoya wasn't aware of this and so stood in awe of her indifference.
"This should be your class Kyoya," Kiri paused allowing herself to yawn once more. "If what you told me is correct... that is", she raised her eyebrow in disbelief.
When he had told her his class, she had almost choked on her orange juice. A rare occurrence for Kiri.
"2A?" she spluttered as Kyoya patted her back. Ochia regained his ability to think at the sight of Kiri choking. He stayed silent as he waited for the conversation between the two begin again, he didn't see the need to interrupt it at the moment.
Kiri sighed slightly rubbing her head and complaining about the noise.
"TwoPercent-chan is in the top class?", she asked, shifting her weight slightly to the other leg raising an eyebrow slightly at the unlikely story.
Kyoya sweet-dropped at the old classroom nickname and nodded dumbly as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He sniffed and breathed in deeply, then used a look that could kill any normal persons conscious. His eyes were glistening, his mouth down turned, almost pouting, his eyebrows still maintaining that frown all the while. It was a dirty trick, but he knew it would get him to where he wanted to be.
One...
Two...
Three... or so he thought.
He hadn't counted on Kiri not being a normal person. He had forgotten she was the master of indifference.
Kyoya fell over from the effort and shock, landing flat on his face. Kiri had an unreadable expression during the time he had stood with that heart-shattering look. She had even began conversing with a girl who wore glasses during the duration. The other girls face was tainted with a heavy blush and she stuttered.
"K-K-K-Ki-Kiri-chan!", the girl looked like she could faint any second as she struggled to say the simple name. It was obvious that his actions had at least affected her.
"Hnn?", she looked past Kanako and down a hallway, Kyoya had the sneaking suspicion that she was planning an escape route for the not too distant future
"Your friend might n-n-need some h-help...", Kanako spared the boy sprawled across the greenery and dirt an almost sympathetic look. It would of been one if she didn't look like she was about to faint.
"Idiots don't need help Kanako", her tone indifferent, clashing with the content of the harsh statement. Kiri began to walk away, taking Kanako and Taro-tard in tow.
Kanako turned around and smiled slightly at the heap on the ground, a blush still firmly placed on her cheeks and still so very close to falling unconscious at any moment.
Kyoya - from his position on the ground - was a pitiful sight, he lay there in a small heap still breathing in dirt and completely and utterly shocked. He watched the three walk away as he rose up and dusted himself off as if nothing had taken place before hand. Stepping forward he raised his left hand slightly almost as if in preparation to reach out for something.
"Kiri! I need you to take me to class", he simply stated a hint of despair lacing the words.
A large sigh escaped her lips as she waved her hand to her two friends and walked back to him and then past him. He somehow knew to follow suit.
'To think I thought for a mere moment that she was happy to see me' he silently grouched his shoulders slumped as he followed, trudging through the hall ways of his new school.
Ochia slowly followed, frowning. His thoughts clouded and for once - the running of SP the least of his worries. One thought came out loud and clear 'He is a bigger idiot than I would of thought'
This was how the whole fiasco had started.
This was why, although oblivious to her, Kiri was being glared at. This wasn't a rare event, many girls seemed to hold grudges against the forever oblivious girl because she got 'special' (unwanted) attention from the (in)famous trio.
She had left Kyoya to his class and walked by Ochia who seemed to have seen a ghost.
Finally reaching her own classroom, she yawned walking in and laid her head on the desk.
'Me want to speak to you, KIRI!" Iori whined and grabbed a her arm while Kanako flustered about, most likely affected by Iori's newest scent. Taro-tard stood in the background gossiping about everything and anything with the forever faithful members of Naru-naru's Fan club. The fan club meanwhile bore holes into the back of Kiri's head only half listening to the over zealous idiot.
As Kiri gagged from the overwhelming scent the engulfed her senses she silently despaired.
Kiri knew this was going to be a loud and noisy day.
Narumi sat at his desk, swinging his leg and waiting for his fellow S.P members to appear. His hands, usually occupied by a pair of scissors, were twisting and turning around each other, he knew he was anxious and needed something to occupy the time. He grabbed a pencil and tapped it on the desk, as he let the other hand run through his hair.
'WHAT IS TAKING THEM SO LONG!!' He shouted internally while kicking over the nearest desk. The majority of the girls in his class fled in fear. Only his loyal fan girls stood their ground, albeit, they were 10 feet further from their usual spot.
At the pleasing sight a content sigh left his lips, and he sat back down, slightly calmer than before hand. If Today was going to be one of those bad days he was going to enjoy all the advantages that were thrown at him as long as he could.
His thought finished just as Kei ran in to the room, more hyper than usual, with a mission to complete.
'Just Great...', was all Narumi could think as he held his head in his hands.
"Naru-Naru I have Big News!", Kei exclaimed slamming his hands on Narumi's desk, bending over it and looking slightly serious.
Unfortunately Kei's 'Big News' was interrupted by a loud murmur as a young male entered the class. It seemed the 'Big News' had already made his way to the classroom.
Kei at that moment knew he shouldn't have stopped by H.E to pick up some cookies. He had thought back then that they would have all morning to talk about the new arrival, he thought wrong
Narumi frowned when Kei suddenly stopped and turned around. He followed the sweet obsessed teens gaze expecting to see a tray of brownies. What he saw instead ruined his day all over again.
Puffy-Head stood at the door talking with some guy who he didn't recognise. It appeared the latter of the two was doing most of the talking. When Kiri started walking away - when the guy was in mid-sentence - he would of laughed, if not for the awful mood he was in.
The new guy stood there for a few moments staring at the empty space before entering the class and talking to the teacher.
It was just Narumi's luck today that he had been early and the seat next to him was free. It also didn't help that he seemed to be a favorite of the teachers because all these factors led to him dealing with the person, who he already held an unprovoked dislike for.
Narumi, fortunately, had learned how to act around people, despite the way he usually acts. He believed that most of the time it was best to be natural but it was necessary to act when dealing with the insufferable friends of his dad. He could force a smile when needed, and today it was defiantly needed, the teachers eyes were on him after all.
Despite his initial distaste for the guy, he turned out not too bad after about 5 minutes. Narumi even found himself offering to cut that awful hair of his.
'Really it could rival that Puffy-heads' he found himself thinking, a gentle smile reaching his lips.
The genuine smile left as soon as it came.
"I, the Hair Styling Genius Narumi Shogo, will be the number 1 hairstylist of Japan when I am older!", he told Kyoya as he paused and posed for a dramatic effect, facing an imaginary camera. "For you, my new classmate, I shall cut your hair". He smirked holding his thumbs up. " You should feel privileged for I rarely...", he raved on before he was rudely interrupted by the new transfer student.
"IF anyone was ever to touch my hair it would only be Kiri Koshiba, she is truly a hairstyling genius", Kyoya replied, unaffected by the flashiness of Narumi. He picked at his nails and looked up the boy, his hair slightly masking his highly amused eyes.
Narumi froze.
Ochia had taken to glaring at Kyoya since the moment said person had been told to sit by Narumi. It was all he could do from the seat he was in. He cursed himself for requesting to move, even if he was able to concentrate now, or had been before that idiot had walked into the room. He suddenly missed that seat that Kyoya had began to occupy when he heard Narumi begin his routine brag. Ochia decided he would need to search the internet later, after he had caught Kyoya's last name that is. He would just have to wait for registration to start and for Kyoya to introduce himself.
Kei had almost had a heart attack when Kyoya had entered the room. He hadn't stayed long enough to discover they were in the same class feeling the need to inform Naru-Naru of the new boy's arrival. At the time he had turned to Narumi, a wide grin plastered on his face ready to deal with his friends latest overheated reaction. He flinched slightly, Narumi's face did not make a pretty sight at the moment. At least until he had been forced to interact with the other boy.
Kei was surprised when he saw Narumi smiling and grinning with Kyoya and simply watched quietly...
But all the fake smiles and laughs stopped after Kicchan was mentioned, it was the calm before the storm, the lighting of the fuse. Now Kei stood pushing his chair back. He grinned and tapped and danced around Narumi in an attempt to avoid the soon to be murder of the charcoal haired boy.
Each member of SP somehow knew that this was not going to work.
You know the drill.
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Ja ne!