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Eight, What Is The Pi of Carnivore?

With April present and the sun bathing the small town in its bright warmth, it is time for one Sawada Tsunayoshi's second year of elementary school. He walks to Namimori Elementary with his twenty-one-year-old 'nee-chan', Lal Mirch, and his best friend, Genkishi. Yes, the same one who Tsunayoshi had asked about those ovals. The one who had called him "baka" and the one he had followed throughout the entire spring term until Genkishi relented into being his friend.

Lal bristles slightly whenever Genkishi and Tsunayoshi would share an intimate moment of friendship; be it holding hands and skipping (Tsunayoshi doing so while the other walked quickly), a quiet secret shared between the two boys or just a mere glance at one another before bursting into quiet giggles, Lal couldn't help but bristle. The former has rubbed on the woman in a bad way with the bad vibes he gives off and she can't help but be wary of the said boy.

Fortunately, for Lal, the walk to Namimori Elementary is not a long one from both the Sawada home and whatever the boy's last name's home (Lal makes a small reminder to look up for information on Genkishi). She bids the two boys off at the gates with a slight flick of her wrist and a slight nod of her head. However, neither of the boys make it pass the gates. An older, raven-haired boy, clad in the usual uniform with the addition of a black coat on his shoulders, appears in front of them with a menacing scowl.

"Herbivore," he addresses Genkishi, all the while ignoring the young brunet, "Eyebrows like yours are not permitted on school grounds."

"I will bite you death."

Lal raises an eyebrow at the peculiar phrase. At the sight of a pair of lustrous, steel tonfa that seems to have been pulled out from somewhere under the black coat, Tsunayoshi pales while Genkishi stands bravely in front of the brunet. Lal stands back and watches in slight fascination as the boy launches himself at Genkishi, teeth bared and tonfa ready to strike. Her curiosity and suspicion is peaked as Genkishi pulls two smaller versions of the traditional Japanese katana from his ever jam-packed backpack.

As metals clash, Lal is certain that the blades are genuine and sharpened for battle. The two boys exchange blows, the clangour from said blows resounding across the now silent school grounds. Lal hisses a cuss as the battle comes close to Tsunayoshi, nearly decapitating said boy, and pulls him out of harm's way. Once her charge is safe, she interferes the battle with her bare hands. Literally.

"Little children should not be playing with dangerous weapons," Lal grits out through clenched teeth and her dwindling patience, her right hand clenching a tonfa while her left hand bleeds slightly from clenching the blades, "I'll be taking these, so you boys get to class. Come and get them back in a few years, if I haven't thrown these out yet."

True to her words, she plucks the weapons from the boys' grasps. Her wound stings as she waves them off, Tsunayoshi slightly pale from seeing Lal's bleeding hand, using slight force with the reluctant tonfa-boy. Kids these days...

xx

After the eventful morning, Tsunayoshi is ready to go home and hide under his fluffy blankets. Sitting on his own in class 2-D, the brunet is feeling the crawling feeling of paranoia and loneliness. Wide caramel eyes flick left then right as they observe his official classroom as of twenty minutes ago when he and Genkishi had checked the big board of names. Genkishi is placed in class 2-A, where most of the brighter and more popular children are in, which is three doors away from 2-D.

Class 2-D, however, is filled with the worse bunch of students. Students with failing test scores, bad reputations and many more are dumped into class 2-D which just so happens to be the last class for the first years of Namimori Elementary. Tsunayoshi cannot help but shiver at the thought of being in the presence of his somewhat bigger and scary classmates. The distance of three doors seems much longer than it should be.

The school bell rings loudly and the brunet squeaks fearfully, afraid of what is to come. What if his homeroom teacher is like the ones in those gangster movies that Lal made him watch last week? What if one of his classmates is actually a serial murderer? What if...everyone in here is a monster? Fear-filled eyes widen dramatically as the brunet timidly turns around to look at the occupants of the classroom. Much to his relief, his classmates neither seem like serial killers or monsters. His homeroom teacher, however, is a different story as the attendance book is whacked on the crown of the boy's head.

"I-itai!"

"Sawada! Pay attention while I do roll call!" The homeroom teacher is heartless as he whacks the boy on the head one more time, causing said boy to cradle his throbbing head. "I am Nezu-sensei and I will be your homeroom teacher and Mathematics teacher for this year. Now let's carry on with the lesson of linear equation."

As Nezu-sensei babbles on about linear equation and his years as the top student of Tokyo University, the children zone out. Well, all of them except for one Gokudera Hayato.

"Oi, sensei!" All eyes turn towards the silver-haired child, his emerald green eyes flashing dangerously, "We're only elementary students. What the hell are you doing, teaching us linear equation?"

Nezu-sensei stops babbling and turns around to glare at the child. Pushing his spectacles higher up the bridge of nose, he begins haughtily, "What does a child like you know about linear equation? Children nowadays are too pampered! When I was your age, I learned the definition of pi!" He sneers at the boy, "Do you know the definition of pi?"

Standing up from his seat, Gokudera folds his arms across his chest before answering, "Pi is a mathematical constant that is the ratio of the circumference to the diameter of a circle and is approximately 3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510 58209 74944 59230 78164 06286 20899 86280 34825 34211 70679," the boy states blandly within a single breath before sitting down, propping his legs on his desk all the while ignoring the looks from his classmates and Nezu-sensei. A specific pair of wide eyes seems to be drilling twin holes into his back and the silver-haired boy twitches.

"What is your problem?" Gokudera turns around to catch the person's eyes, only to find himself staring at a mess of brown hair. What?

"E-eto, down h-here..." A nervous voice stumbles from a little lower from Gokudera's point of vision. Green eyes flick down to peer at the petite person, the boy clicking his tongue in distaste at the weak form.

"What is it, pipsqueak?" The brunet visibly flinches at the other's harsh tone and the silver-haired boy rolls his eyes.

"A-ano... You're very sma-smart, Goku-nn," the boy stumbles over the long surname, "I-I have a question...!"

Upon receiving the okay, the boy asks, "Wh-what is the pi of a ca-carnidore..? Hi-Hiba-san is always cal-calling himself a cani-canidore and calling m-me a herlidore! What's a-a herlidore?"

An annoyed tick pulses on the silver-haired boy's forehead at the question but the brunet is oblivious to it as he continues to ramble in an incoherent language of mumbles and jumbles. As he continues to ramble on and on, Gokudera grows tired of him and turns around to face the black board once more but not without flicking the boy on his forehead.

xx

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye for Tsunayoshi. He hasn't gotten used to his class yet, but he's getting to it. He and Genkishi don't get to meet up much, except during their recess breaks and their walks to and from school (though Lal tends to get in between whenever she walks with them) but Tsunayoshi is glad that he's making progress in becoming Go-kun's friend. Well, maybe.

"Go-ku-de-ra. Say it."

"Gok-kun..!"

The former purses his lips as his short-lived patience stretches thin. He's been trying to get the little pipsqueak to at least get his name right for the last fortnight. His efforts have been in vain, so to say. He simply cannot get the boy to get all the syllables right!

"Oi, pipsqueak," he clicks his tongue, "Go-ku. Say it."

"Go-ku..nn?"

"No! Go-ku! Sheesh, you're so slow!" The silver-haired boy hops the petite latter on the head with his fist, repeating the motion a couple more times for good measure. Much to the brunet's pain and dissatisfaction, the silver-haired boy does not relent and continues to go Spartan on him. "Now, say it! Go-ku-de-ra!"

"Go-ku-da!"

"Ba-ka!" Gokudera cries his ultimate battle cry of frustration as he rolls up his exercise book and whacks the boy on the head.

"I-itaaaiii! Itai! Itai!" Tsunayoshi cries as Gokudera continues whacking his poor head, killing off his young brain cells in the process. "I'm so s-sorry! Itai! Stop hitting m-me! Gokuda, stop it! Itai! Gokudaa, stop! It hurts! Itai! G-GOKKUN!"

Gokudera twitches. "IT'S GOKUDERA!"

THWACK.

Ahahahahahahahaha...hahahahaha...hahaha...ha... I don't know why I'm laughing. Weeeelll, maybe I do but it's not really that funny...maybe...but a man impersonating a T-rex eating while flapping his hands like little chicken wings, roaring loudly and before you know it, he smashes his face into the plate of veggies in front of him. Ah yeah, good humour...! Again, the lack of emoticons is killing me (though I believe the other author's note about lack of emoticons was in Varia Medical and not in here, hahaha), so I'll just XD right now. XD

If I ever find the link to Mr. T-Rex-I'll-roar-and-wave-my-chicken-wings-then-fac e-smash-into-my-veggies, I'll post it here...maybe...?

Please review your thoughts! :D

I couldn't resist inserting the pi thing in... I LOVE THE MOVIE 'LIFE OF PI' TO THE EXTREEEEEMMMMEEEE! I nearly wrote a fan fiction for it too, lol. Anyway, ja ne!