Okay, last chapter was crappy. this chapter will be too. I know because I had such a hard time coming up with an idea for this song, and the last one. 22 and Chinese, what can you do with that? Anyhow, here's the chapter. Hope you like!

Chapter 6: Chinese

Hikaru and I trudge through the halls to our next class which, thankfully, we don't have with Haruhi. It's called Family Studies, also known as Home Economics, also known as the class I hate.

We're supposed to be learning how to cook and sew and crap like that, but who needs to? We're all rich, we all have servants. This class was a new addition a few years ago, and I honestly think it's a waste of the Big Three: Time, space, and money.

The reason Haruhi doesn't take this class is simple: She already knows everything. On the first class, we had to do some practical evaluation thing. Hikaru and I practically set our kitchen on fire. Not her. She made everything perfectly and asked questions even the teacher didn't know. So now she just has a spare for this period.

We reach the class and Hikaru and I roll our eyes at each other as the teacher walks to the front of the class and starts talking. He's yammering on about something or other, I don't know, I'm zoning out.

So far, Hikaru and I have made a couple huge messes in this class. Here they are.

1) The first day we cooked stuff, I accidentally left the oven on. And for some reason, there was a piece of paper in there. Luckily the teacher put out the fire.

2) The first day we sewed, Hikaru left a bunch of really sharp needles on the table. I bumped into the table and knocked them all to the floor. I then forgot to pick them up and someone stepped on them. Don't worry, she's okay.

3) One time, when we were hanging drapes, Hikaru forgot to secure the pole to the wall. It fell off and hit the teacher in the head. He swears he still has a mark.

4) Another time, we were cooking a sauce or something on the stove and I accidentally added waaaaay more salt than we were supposed to. Hikaru tested it, then spat it out all over us. Whoops.

"Mr. Hitachiin!" Our teacher's sharp voice snaps me out of my remembering. At first I'm unsure if it's me or Hikaru he's talking to, but he's looking right at me.

"Care to tell us what you were smiling about?" He says sarcastically.

Crap. Was I smiling? I guess I was. Thinking about Hikaru always has that affect on me. I decide to turn it into a cheeky answer, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"I was just thinking about how much destruction we're going to cause today." I smirk, draping my arm around Hikaru. The entire class laughs, and so does the teacher.

"Brilliant." Hikaru whispers in my ear. His breath causes my hair to flutter and tickle my ears. I smile at him. "Thanks."

Suddenly, I shiver. This is the first time in a while I've felt like Hikaru and I had a conversation that meant something. Even if it was only two words long. If that's pathetic, well so am I.

"So today we're going to be cooking a traditional Chinese dish..."

Booooooooring. Wait. I do a double take. Chinese? We're in Japan. Oh well, they can't be that different, right?

He outlines the meal: some rice, sweet and sour pork... Whatever. I'm gonna mess it up anyway.

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It's almost the end of Family Studies, and for the first time, I've had fun in this class. One piece of pork looked suspiciously like a dick, and once Hikaru pointed it out I couldn't help but notice it. Right now we're eating them, and Hikaru makes a big show of eating the one that looks like a dick. I'm laughing really hard, but I hear the gagging sounds he makes. Guess we fucked it up worse than usual.

"Good work everyone, even you two." The teacher says, looking at Hikaru and I. We start laughing again. Then the bell rings, and it's off to our next class.