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Tadase: why are we being made into criminals?
Me: Ahh, I don't know. It just sorta fit.
STORY!!!
"Gomen, gomen, gomen!" Amu was apologizing over and over, her face flushed. "God, Hinamori. You can stop apologizing now. We're in last period and you still haven't stopped." Amu's face got even brighter red, and Kikyo caught Ikuto smirking out of the corner of her eye.
Tadase was flabbergasted that she had asked Ikuto to do that to her, and now he was sulking in the back of the detention room, muttering to himself. Lest we forget who barged in, alerting the teachers and causing us all detention because they saw blood and assumed it was from a fight, we must all take a moment to recognize this person as Tadase.
Ikuto glowered at him and leaned back into his chair to read a thick book titled war and peace. Kikyo settled back into her own chair and focused on the lighter Harry potter and the deathly hallows. It was a good read so far, but she felt insignificant next to Mr. big shot and his epic. Ikuto leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Having intelligence issues?" she smiled. "Not in the least. You keep reading that and you'll soon find out who made the smarter move there. By the way, I'm working on that one at home, Mr. big shot." He snickered. "Mr. big shot?" she flushed when she realized what she had said and fell back into her seat in embarrassment.
"No talking!" the teacher barked. Ikuto sat up in surprise and kikyo looked up at the teacher in surprise. "You all need to take your punishment and be glad you get off with a warning! Especially you, Mr. Tsukiyomi." She pointed her yard stick at Ikuto and smirked when he came to attention at it. She moved the yardstick away from his general direction and walked stiffly up to kikyo. "And you, Ms. Katana. Not a very good way to start off the year." Kikyo smiled. "well, if I could elaborate on what happened, you would find an explanation quite contrary to the violence suggested by the teachers who found us." The teacher looked at her, and finally nodded her head in consent. "This better be good." She muttered.
"Well, you see, I was having a tour with Ikuto-san, when I fell and cut myself on the neck. Tadase-san was in the area, and he was with Amu, so they rushed to the area when they heard my cry out. Ikuto was trying to stop the bleeding, and Tadase saw that the blood was dirty, so he shouted 'stop! The bloods' dirty, it'll suck the life out of her!' and Amu nodded next to him."
The teacher scowled, but nodded, seeming to buy it. "Fine. I'll believe your little story for now. You may converse until the bell rings."
And then the bell rang.
"How'd you lie us out of that, Kikyo?" Amu was wide-eyed, her charas besides her mirroring her image. Yoruki was next to her, looking important, like she'd actually done something. Kikyo rolled her eyes. "Impromptu, Hinamori. Speech, 3 years." She looked toward Ikuto, and found him smirking on the dark corner of the school, his chara floating at his shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest and a broad cattish grin slapped on his face. Kikyo grinned and walked over to him, a small smile on her face and Yoruki at her side.