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Ayyyyyy. Middle School. Great times. Great times. *cough*
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Namimori Middle's campus was rather nice, in the sense that it was clean and seemed to be generally well managed. Though I suppose that could be contributed to Hibari's rule over the school – if a student tossed a piece of paper on the ground he'd probably be right there ready to beat them for tarnishing his beloved campus. Well, maybe not him specifically, and perhaps it was the fear of something maybe happening that kept the campus so clean.
"Takara-chan, we're in the same class!" Kyoko chimed happily from the board, bringing my attention away from the rest of campus, "Hana-chan too, isn't that great?"
"It'll be a great year then," I stretched my arms out above my head, "It's always nice to have friends in class."
Hana smirked, "You mean 'It'll be nice to have people that tolerate me.', right?"
I blew her a kiss, "Please, you love me, my dear Hana-chama."
Kyoko giggled as Hana and I threw comments back and forth, "You two sure are dramatic sometimes. I suppose that just shows what good friends you are."
"Please," Hana waved a hand in my face before moving towards the school building, "I like you a whole lot more than I like Taka-baka, Kyoko-chan."
We descended into various forms of snickers and giggles on our way to our classroom, and I couldn't help but to notice the Disciplinary Committee members lurking about watching everyone. I vaguely wondered if they were looking to find someone that they could use to make an example of to the new students. Because I had no doubts that some of my fellow first years either didn't know about the Disciplinary Committee or didn't believe what they heard.
"I didn't know you were into pompadours, Taka-baka," Hana called sarcastically over her shoulder, "I guessed on the burly delinquent-type though."
"Says the one who likes the oblivious idiot type."
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Several Days Later
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In the end I had stopped going to the kendo dojo – though I honestly missed it, even if I'd only quit a week ago. I missed the sparring and the overall traditional feel to the place. But it was something I didn't want to try and juggle with the chaos that would be descending upon Namimori. Besides, I could always join the kendo club later if I really missed it – though I was sure it would be after Mochida's defeat by Tsuna; he needed a serious personality adjustment before I seriously considered that club.
But I digress – the point is that I miss kendo. And apparently my brain had disconnected from reality this morning, because I had brought my shinai to school. I couldn't run it back home either since I had realized too late that it was in my possession.
"So," Hana drawled, "What kind of flowers would you like at your funeral?"
"Tulips," I quipped, "the red kind. And daisies. Lots of daisies."
Kyoko smiled back at me, "I'm sure it'll be okay. I doubt anyone will be bothered by it."
Oh, but there is one specific group that would be. And thy name is Disciplinary Committee. Since I wasn't a member of the kendo club they would have a problem with it – only if because 'Hibari is the only one allowed to have a weapon' is the reason behind it.
I ducked behind a tree as a committee member rounded a corner and passed by, "Ninja mode initiated."
Hana groaned and Kyoko laughed as I darted around corners before finally reaching the classroom unhindered. The two of them entered some time later, followed by a flood of other students with one Sawada Tsunayoshi entering just a hair shy of being counted as tardy.
"Alright everyone," our teacher crossed his arms, "Time for a pop quiz."
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Our lunch break had most of the class complaining about having a quiz so early, some of them even complaining about how they 'probably failed it.' I wanted to laugh at them since it was their own faults, but I didn't feel like getting dirty looks this early on. There was also the fact that I already knew this stuff, so it might have actually been hard for them.
As I moved to go find Kyoko and Hana someone stumbled into me, causing me to stumble a bit –
"A-Ahh! I'm sorry Yamamoto-san!"
I blinked before smiling, "Hey! Long time no see, Sawada-kun! And don't worry – no harm, no foul."
He laughed awkwardly but seemed to deflate a bit in relief; probably because I wasn't rude or mean to him, which is likely the kind of reaction he would have gotten from most others. It was sad to think about, really. And maddening – kids were horrible sometimes.
"S-say, how do you think you did on that quiz?" Tsuna laughed, this time nervously, his face somewhat apprehensive, "I really don't think I did too well…"
"Oh, I think I did pretty well. And you shouldn't dismiss things so quickly," I thought back to some advice I'd gotten in another life, "If you think and act like something will go bad, it will. So think positively."
He seemed to consider that for a moment, but I could tell that he dismissed it after a moment. It seemed it would take Reborn's Spartan ways to get Tsuna moving and changing; at least at this point in time.
"Hey, Yamamoto-chan!" One of our classmates called from the door, "Sasagawa-chan and Kurokawa-chan are wondering where you are!"
I waved and called my thanks before grabbing my stuff – "Remember, positive thoughts, T– Sawada-kun!"
Once I was a few steps into the hallway I froze. Because standing before me with a now quirked eyebrow was Hibari-freaking-Kyoya. And with a heavy heart I belatedly realized that I had grabbed my shinai and swung it over my shoulder.
"Weapons," he started forward, "are against school rules, Yamamoto Takara."
He lunged a second later, not even bothering to say anything else, and I reacted. My lunch ended up tossed at some poor bystander as I pulled my shinai free to block the tonfa aimed at my face. Without waiting for a reaction I pushed off and around him to dart back into the classroom where I knew there was an open window –
"MOVE, YOU FOOLS!"
The two boys standing in front of it scrambled out of the way and I threw myself through the window, a rather loud 'HIEEE' sounding following my exit.
Honestly, I was just thankful that our class was on the first floor.
I was not thankful, however, that I was now more than likely on Hibari's shit list.
Or that my lunch was in the hands of a stranger.
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To: Kozato, Enma
From: Yamamoto, Takara
Barely even a week into school and I've already jumped out a window. It was kind of fun, actually – I think I might be an adrenaline junkie. Though I wonder how many times I can use it as a means of escape before the Disciplinary Committee finds a way to stop me.
Even then I might just be hunted down by the Nami Middle's very own Kami-sama though. Because I don't think he's going to let this go. Not until be bites me to death.
All because I miss kendo more than I thought I would, too.
But, anyways, you haven't taken a tumble through and windows have you? You're my only penpal. I'd be devastated to lose you to a glass pane.
And what about those cats of yours? Still gathering your feline army? I swear, if you become the old cat man I will mock you till the day you die.
The Window Jumper,
Takara
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Can you say running gag?
Because I can.
Also, next chapter will have an email from Enma, in case that wasn't obvious haha
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