Disclaimer: Ya know, there's actually a reason it's called FANfiction.

And that last quote was a paraphase of a much longer quote that i couldn't be bothered to look up again.

Oh-oh! And most OCs will only have a second or cameo role in the story.

Whisper was settled into a window seat towards the back of the class before homeroom even started. He didn't like the looks the other kids were giving him, but then, he was used to it. They would settle down in a few weeks.

Whisper was still gazing out the window, barely listening, when the bell that signalled the end of homeroom rang, and he went off to his first period; Science.

A week. Whisper had been going to school here at Mieo Junior High for a week, and even though he had friends he sat with at recess and lunch, he still felt that something was missing, and since Seb was a year ahead of him, he couldn't really associate with him in school because of the delegated areas set out for each year.

It was the same every day; a monotonous cycle. Get up at dawn, shower, get ready for school, have breakfast, catch a bus to the train station, take the train to the suburb the school was in, start school at 7AM, get out of school at 4PM, catch the train and then the bus home, do homework, held Dudley with his homework via MSN messenger, have dinner, go to bed. Whisper was glad tomorrow was Sunday, the one day off in the whole school week. He was also, in a way, glad he had decided not to go to Genkai's.

School was tiring. A strain. Not that he had any trouble with the work, it was just that something was unsettling him. There was something in the air and it was agitating his kitsune blood. It was irritating the hell out of him.

"Yo!" A face appeared in front of Whisper's.

"Hey, Sen."

Sen pouted when Whisper barely blinked. Sen brightened. "Oh well! Guess what!"

Whisper half-turned, chin still in hand. "The aliens have landed and they want your brain?"

"Nope! Even better! We're LAB MATES!"

Whisper thought he felt the world tremble, but no, it was just the class.

Whisper frowned. He turned to look at the entire class behind him. They appeared to be frozen in terror.

A brief rundown of his memories answered that question. Sen, a cute energetic brundette with huge tawny gold eyes (from a wolf-youkai ancestor), was a menace in the lab. On Monday, she made a kid's hands glow in the dark for three days. She had melted the last lab table with a range of what should have been harmless materials and lip gloss. They were still trying to find her other two partners.

With her track record, Sen shouldn't have been let in the same room as a Bunsen burner, but Sen was…manipulative, so the teachers indulged her and let her blow stuff up to her heart's content. Hence the reason she was one of his friends.

Whisper sighed in resignation. "Fine. Who's our other partner?"

"Mika."

Someone whimpered in the background.

Mika was…horrifying. He was a blue-eyed blond who was almost as bright, cheerful and hyper as Sen. Unfortunately, unlike Sen who just blew junk up, Mika had the unfortunate habit of totally and utterly destroying people's lives…accidentally.

Whisper had tried his damnedest to stay away from Mika, but the girl who was assigned to sit next to him in History had had a trip down a stair well after Mika had turned and accidentally knocked into her, thus letting Mika have the seat next to him. It didn't help Mika sat in front of him in Math too.

Whisper took a deep shuddering breath to steady himself.

"Fine, just as long as you sit between us and he doesn't try to talk to or help me."

"Okie-dokie!"

Sen bounced off somewhere to bug someone else, allowing Whisper to bury his face in his hands. But his peace was not to last.

"Hey, Hari! Heard you got paired with the resident crazies."

Whisper didn't bother looking up. He considered seeking enlightenment from Inari-sama as to why these thing always happened to him, but after what happened on the plane, he was considering turning to some other god, say, Anubus; Whisper'd heard that He actually told the truth or did as requested when He chose to answer, no punches pulled.

But Whisper had gone off on a tangent.

"Piss off."

Whisper smirked into his arms when he imagined the petulant pout on Lance's face. Whisper had decided in his first meeting with Lance that he would treat him with amused condescension. Lance was arrogant, proud, brash, conceited and spoilt, not to menton that massive inferiority complex of his. It was like jumping on a fire-ant nest – fun and amusing as hell.

Then there was the itty bitty teeny tiny matter of Whisper being almost positive Lance wanted the genius foreigner 'Hari' to like him to the point of obsession. Whisper knew it was nasty, but he couldn't help himself. It was just so easy.

"I don't think I will." Whisper felt Lance plonk himself into the chair next to him, his flunkies conspicuously absent.

Whisper grunted, too mentally exhausted to really care at this point in time if Lord Raizen came back from the dead, dressed in drag and did the hula right in from of him.

"HEY! That's my seat!"

"Drop dead, gaki."

"But it's my seat! Tell him, Hari!"

'If you weren't so obnoxious, I might have. And who the hell told you my name?'

"Haa-rii!"

'And no singing my name.'

"Piss off, gaki. Why would he want to talk to someone like you?"

'That was cold.' Youko commented.

Whisper agreed, so he sat up and glared at Lance, who was looking way too smug. Mika looked shocked and hurt.

"Lance." Lance turned and faltered when he got a good look at the boy he had been trying to get the approval of since the start of school. The look he was giving him could only be called venomous. "Return to you own designated seat and contemplate what a callous, little spoilt gaki you are."

Lance looked shocked and hurt. Mika was looking way too smug.

Whisper turned his gold-green eyes to Mika. "And you…you stop going off your face about every little thing, especially if it comes out of Lance's mouth. NOW SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!"

Everyone in the room sat down wherever they were and shut up, all the while staring at the usually reasonably quiet boy.

Whisper buried his head in his arms again. He wasn't feeling too good.

'Something is leeching our energy.'

'Huh?' For some reason, everything was kind of muffled, sight, sound, even his thoughts.

Suichi and Youko exchanged mental glances. 'Whisper, you need to go to the nurse's office. Your energy is being drained way too fast. If it continues, you'll collapse in class.'

'Kay.'

Whisper sat up and raised his arm to try to get his teacher's attention. Much good it did him since she was facing the blackboard and she didn't like him to begin with.

After ten minutes of the teacher studiously ignoring him, and the ringing in his ears getting worse, Whisper resorted to drastic measures. "Miss!"

The teacher whirled around and glared at him. "What is so important that you felt the need to disrupt the class so rudely!"

Whisper blinked and swayed for a moment before his disoriented mind could make sense off it. "I need to go to the nurse's office."

The teacher glared at him. "You don't look that sick to me."

Whisper would probably have come up with some witty comeback, but his body chose that moment to make the most damaging comeback of all, at least as far as the teacher's career was concerned.

Whisper tumbled off his chair in a dead faint and hit his head on the corner off the metal lab desk.

But just before he collapsed, he noticed a short figure in black and white standing in the doorway like he had just skidded to a halt. He had red eyes.

Whisper could hear screaming and shouts for what felt like forever until some other voices arrived and started giving orders. A cool hand touched his forehead before jerking away.

"Dehydration. And a dangerously high fever. How he managed to stay conscious and coherent as long as he did is unbelievable. This bump worries me though. Someone call an ambulance."

"He had his hand up since nearly the beginning of class. The teacher just ignored him and when he asked to go to the nurse's office, she said he didn't look sick, then he collapsed. He really did look sick." That voice sounded like Sen's, but he couldn't be sure.

"Indeed." That sounded like Principal Akira and he didn't sound happy.

/Kurama/ Asked an outside voice, sounding like it barely hoped to hope.

'Hiei?' Suichi sounded honestly startled.

'What the hell-!' was all Whisper heard from Youko before he felt a tug in his navel, and his soul was torn free of the body.

ATTENTION! Just so you know, after this chapter I'm gonna really really tinker with and twist Whisper's life. Think 'Fate's-Favourite-Chew-Toy' tinker and 'Why-Is-This-Happening-To-Me?-Whimper' Twist. I'm gonna be sending him out to other worlds to gather minions (read: irritating parasites who just WON'T LET GO OF HIS DAMNED LEG!). Probably a new worldeach year of his life.

I'll give you a hint for this world: This world has a cute little blond with Yusuke-Syndrome and a love oframen.

The first to guess which world gets a cookie.

Quote:A positive attitude will not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. Thanx 4 this one goes toTearful Joy.