Thank you for the review! I really appreciate it! Same for those who read the story so far! Anyway, I've got a bit of a problem. It seems that during my enthusiasm to write this story I have neglected my school projects… Which are due this week and the next, so I won't be updating as much. I will try to update weekly though! Enjoy!
"All right kids! One whole lap around campus!" The speakerphones boomed with the loud command. The dark skinned woman with dark purple hair holding the speakerphones smirked, she seemed awfully happy to see the students follow her orders.
"So right after homeroom we have PE?" Moeko asked curiously, panting slightly as she kept up with Hinamori's jogging. Nodding the brunette increased her pace slightly; she didn't want to get in trouble with the teacher. Homeroom had passed fairly quickly, and what surprised the black-haired girl was she actually understood what was being taught this time. Suddenly something whooshed from besides Moeko. Grasping onto Hinamori out of reflex the girl stared at the small trail of dust that was left behind whoever ran that fast.
"W-what was that?" The shocked girl asked warily, expecting this affair to have something to do with exorcists. Noticing the girl's expectancy in her blue orbs Hinamori shook her head slightly. "No, unfortunately those were the sophomores Abarai Renj-san and Kurosaki Ichigo-san."
Slightly shocked that the occurance didn't have anything to do with exorcists Moeko stared in awe at the trail of dust left behind. Was it even possible for a human being to do this? "Do they always do this? You don't seem surprised at all by it…" Sighing the brunette nodded. Moeko stopped running her mouth hanging agape, they did this…Every day? Wouldn't their legs like fall apart or something? Any side affect from doing that? Moeko could feel admiration grow inside of her for the two sophomores that was truly amazing!
"Sadly both Kurosaki-san and Abarai-san do this everyday, it's like a contest for them, to see which is faster." Feeling tennis balls hitting their backs both girls turned to meet the dark-skinned couch, her smirk holding a small amount of malice this time. They hadn't realized that they had stopped running, catching up with the class the teacher stopped throwing the balls, apparently satisfied that her instructions were followed without a single word.
"What kind of PE teacher throws tennis balls at their students?" Moeko said while rubbing the area where one of the balls had hit. Rubbing her neck sheepishly Hinamori replied "Well, that's Shihouin-sensei for you."
Finishing the lap around campus silently Moeko used this opportunity to admire the school's tidiness and beauty. The garden's plants were all a lush and vibrant green, signalizing they were healthy and well cared for. The garden had table sets around it, probably used to outdoor studies. Moeko stopped, noting that Hinamori had stopped next to a building. "Huh? What's wrong Hinamori-san?"
"Read." Came the robotic reply from the brunette, it seemed she was hypnotized by the paper. Complying with the request Moeko read over the poster, her blue eyes widening slightly.
"Five people were murdered today at Tokyo, Japan. The area where it occurred was their own household. According to the police the family of six was murdered by the youngest in the family, who was 14 year old Murota Keito. After murdering his whole family he committed suicide."
"A ghost…" Hinamori muttered, her eyes still wide with shock. Glancing at her paralyzed friend Moeko read over the article once again. "How do you know it's a ghost?" The black-haired girl blurted out.
"Read carefully Yuurito-san. It says here that when Murota-san shot himself there was more than one shot, both to the heart. If the bullet hit the heart how did Murota-san survive for enough seconds to shoot the next bullet? The only way the boy could have survived was if the ghost shot him once more before leaving the body, just to make sure that the boy didn't survive to tell." Gulping Moeko consumed the information given. So ghosts were that dangerous?
"There's one thing that bothers me… Usually ghosts don't attack humans unless they have a very important reason to. They're afraid that we might purify them." Feeling another object suddenly smack them in the head, both girls began running once again, not even glancing behind them to check whom it was, they already knew.
Moeko moved uncomfortably on her chair. She could feel herself hate this class already. Why? Because, Hinamori was so good in this class she was sent to the advance one! The black-haired girl mentally cried at her loss, she felt lonely, and didn't exactly feel comfortable with the stares she was receiving from the other students. Trying to hide her face from everyone Moeko slid her arms so they were lying on the table, flopping her heads on her arms. Even though hiding like this was pathetic, Moeko couldn't help it. She hated being the new kid, people always stared at you as if you had another head, very rarely did their eyes hold any kindness.
Trying to ignore the students' eyes that never left her form Moeko tried to concentrate on the messy blonde haired teacher in front of the class. His white and green striped suit along with his striped hat scared Moeko a little.
"Alright kids! Today we'll be studying the heritage of the exorcists, or some part of it. As you all know the powers of an exorcist is inherited by family members. However there are those families in which the exorcist's powers skip generations, it can be from one generation skipped to thousands, nobody knows exactly why that happens though." Writing carefully what the teacher said, Moeko listened carefully. Even for those who weren't exorcists this was awfully interesting.
"Now, can any of you explain how this is related to science?" Moeko couldn't help but roll her eyes at the question. Was this class that-that basic? Now she was beginning to understand why Hinamori wasn't in this class.
Moeko watched as the pink-haired girl that had answered the question received a small candy from the teacher. So maybe that was the reason why there were so many students in this class? Looking around surprised Moeko noticed all eyes had left her and were now planted on the blonde teacher. Mentally the black-haired girl thanked Urahara-sensei, even though he wasn't aware of it he had saved Moeko from a terrible experience.
Soon the bell rang once again. The black-haired girl found it easy to concentrate on class once the stares disappeared. Eventually she had come to actually enjoy the class, it was quite interesting and the teacher was cheerful. Looking over her schedule, Hinamori had said the only classes they didn't have together were History and Exorcism. Moeko sighed, how well could she be in exorcism class? Walking over to where she supposedly had exorcism class the black-haired girl couldn't help but feel a tight knot tie itself on her intestines. She knew she would make a fool of herself, it didn't take a genius to figure that out.
Sighing once more she flopped onto the chair, pulling out the necessary notebook. Moeko could feel eyes fall on her form as soon as they entered the classroom. Trying desperately to ignore them Moeko scribbled on the corner of the paper, a pathetic attempt to distract her but an attempt none-the-less.
Silently thanking the teacher as he came in Moeko glanced at the teacher. The teacher was a tall, dark skinned man. A hat with fur on the rimming lay atop his head, along with a long coat fur also covering the rimming. The man wore round sunglasses, even though it was indoors, and his dark black hair was worn in various small braids. Staring doubtfully the black-haired girl couldn't help but wonder if he really was a student.
"Alright my students! Today we will work on activating our spiritus at will, we'll also take a timer with us to see who's faster!" A 'thud' was heard on the classroom, all heads turned towards the source.
Moeko couldn't help but tell herself 'I told you so' as she heard what her teacher was saying. She guessed it was time to make her hypothesis true, make a fool of herself. Raising her hand slowly she waited for her name to be called on.
"Ah! The new student, Yuurito Moeko, right? Please feel free to ask any questions." Nodding her head slightly Moeko slowly muttered her question, as soon as the words were out of her mouth she could feel all heads turn towards her once again.
She could hear the whispers such as 'She doesn't know what a spiritus is?' and 'What a dumb girl!' Biting her lip, Moeko let her eyes trail downwards. Even though she shouldn't feel ashamed of not being aware what spiritus was it still embarrassed her.
Her head shot up as she felt a comforting hand on her shoulders. The teacher stood at her level, smiling. "Class, please head outside the building without me. I'll trust you all will behave." As the students left the teacher turned towards the blushing girl.
"Now, now. No need to be embarrassed. You have just learned of our existence yesterday I was expecting that. However, I didn't expect you to raise your hand, I was going to explain everything to you as we walked." Moeko just wanted to slap herself right now. So…She had made a fool of herself for nothing! She didn't blame everything on the teacher though, after all usually the teacher did talk to a new student if they came in the middle of the year. Again, the necessity of slapping herself arouse, why didn't she think of that before?
"Let me explain, spiritus are the exorcists' weapons. Usually they are a precious possession of the exorcist in which they have unconsciously packed spirit energy in it. Eventually the weapon 'awakens' the weapon differs depending on the user. Do you understand now?" Moeko nodded, following the older man as he walked out of the classroom. "AH!" The man suddenly stopped, causing the tanned girl following him to bump into him. "I can't believe I forgot! By the way Yuurit-san, I'm your new exorcism teacher, Kanonji-sensei!" Moeko could feel her eye twitch slightly; she swore she saw stars behind the man as he had presented himself. Feeling the man grasp onto her wrist she prepared herself; she was somehow getting used to being dragged around by the adults.
"We don't want to be late for class, what kind of example would I be to my talented students!" Moeko stared at his teacher, apparently he wasn't aware that he was teaching the basic of the basic and that the really talented students were in advanced classes, that was the reason she was in his class. Deciding not to break her teacher's fantasy she just allowed herself to be dragged towards the area where her classmates awaited.
"Alright class! Let's begin." Suddenly as her teacher spoke another question popped in Moeko's mind. How was she supposed to activate her spiritus if she didn't even have magic to begin with? Running towards the teacher she tried to gain his attention. However, he was to occupied handing each student a timer while dancing towards the next. Guessing from how the students didn't seem surprised by the teacher's actions Moeko quickly discarded the idea of getting his attention, he probably acted like this everyday. Another thing she had noticed is there was no way she could complete such assignment without magic.
Finally, the bell ran Moeko quickly walked towards her next and final class. She thanked all goodness she would be able to talk to Hinamori once again; she had had enough of her new teacher Kanonji, he was…Weird. That was the only way to explain him.
Entering the classroom Moeko let a deep sigh of relief; the day was almost over. Once she got home she would be able to relax and have a nice, long nap. She could just picture it now, her warm comfy bud waiting for her, waiting for her to rest peacefully over it. Something grabbed onto her wrist and quickly pulled her into a seat, surprised Moeko turned to face the individual who had pulled her to her seat. Once she saw the small smile, which belonged to her roommate Moeko's lips twitched into a small smile.
As soon as she had spotted Hinamori, Moeko heard the door slam open. The black-haired girl's eyes trailed towards the person who had entered the classroom. He was a rounded individual with almond shaped lips, a bag of cookies stuffed under his big arm. The man's black hair was gelled into a small Mohawk. Sitting on the teacher's desk the man glared at his students fiercely.
"I've heard we have a new student, well whoever it is I'm Omaeda-sensei." Stuffing a handful of cookies into his mouth the rounded teacher began writing on the board. Glancing over her roommate Moeko noticed the brunette was shaking her head slightly.
"What's wrong, Hinamori-san?" Glancing over towards the newcomer Hinamori pointed towards the teacher. "Seems like he's in one of those days. Every time he fights with his senior student Soifon he grabs a pack of chips and doesn't want to be disturbed, so we end up having no classes, we can't talk though." After finishing her whispered explanation Hinamori sank back into her seat.
The last class was, well, nothing. They did nothing. The students all grabbed books or started passing notes with their neighbors. Moeko had taken this chance to review over what she had learned on her first day. Sighing once again Moeko read over her notes, she still had a lot to learn. As the bell ran once again she put away her notebooks along with her books. Finally! Time to take a nice little nap…
Running towards the dorm Moeko couldn't wait, her mind had a lot to take in, and she wanted to take a looong nap. Just as she was about to jump onto her bed something grabbed her uniform's back, dragging her towards the rooms study.
"No, please. Hinamori-san!" Moeko pleaded, all she wanted was a nap, was that too much to ask for? As Hinamori dumped the books in front of her, the black-haired girl silently cried, this was going to take a while to get used to.
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