A Month With Suichi Minamino
By Payne N. Uranus
.:AN:.
Response time!
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Lucifer001: Haha, it would be very sad if there was someone who'd mind a Kurama stalker...Here's the next chapter! Live, I say, live!
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Wow this is weird.
Conscience: I will probably regret asking this, but what?
It's just… I'm doing math over summer.
Conscience: (staaaaaare) Let me rephrase—what the flippin' dingdong are you babbling about?
Just listen, k? If I divide the total amount of reviews for the story by the chapter, I've got about 7 or eight reviews each chapter. If I have 22 chapters, then I'll have… um…
Conscience: 154 reviews by the end of the story.
Right! And if I double 7…
Conscience: You'd get 14, but why would you double it?
Because I've seen some stories get around that much each chapter they put out! So, anyways, 14 times 22 is…
Conscience: (sigh) 308.
Really? That's… (counts on fingers then gives up) a lot.
Conscience: I can't believe this. If you're this bad at math, then how did you figure out how many reviews you would have each chapter on average so quickly?
I didn't say it took me a short amount of time (rolls eyes) I was thinking this all last night—I just didn't get very far.
Conscience: That would've been 24 hours ago.
Really? That's like… (four hours later) a whole day ago!
Conscience: Yeah, whaddya know. Now, on with the story please. (Payne's still counting on her fingers behind him/her, doing improper math, yada, yada, yada…)
Chapter—
WAIT! (runs over so close to the camera that Payne's nose is pressing against the lens) I've got to tell you something first (WARNING; CAUTION; MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!) and I'm being serious. This whole chapter is dedicated to Mitsuyo, it's gonna be all about her and such. The next should start off the whole "Month With The Suichis'" thing (because I haven't written it yet, I'm not sure).
Okay. Now on with the story.
Chapter 8: Surprise!
Mitsuyo's POV:
Crap.
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap—
He knew something! Suichi knew something! Crap, what am I gonna do?
"Mr. Yamamoto?"
Crap! Damn, I was so close, too! What's he planning? What does he have up his sleeve? Well, whatever it is, it just can't be good! Crap!
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap—
"Mr. Yamamoto!"
Is it too late to transfer schools? Is it really? I will not condemn myself to wearing that cruddy, frilly little blanket…thing around my waist! God, what did I do to deserve this? Was it when I just happened to drop my banana peel right when that snobby little…monster thing was passing my table, causing her to slip and fall? Or was when I tried to lie my way out of P.E.? What did I do? Crap!
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap—
"MR. YAMAMOTO, ANSWER ME PLEASE!"
"WHAT, WHAT DID I DO?" I yelled back out of panic, my thoughts still holding my attention as I jumped a few inches out of my chair before throwing my arms forward and clutching my desk like a life savor. My chin was practically resting on the smooth top, my feet splayed apart underneath. The class was unusually silent, faint giggles erupting here and there, though sounding quite muffled.
The teacher sighed, rubbing his temple with his forefingers. "Can you please come up to the front and do the problem on the board for us?"
I was quiet before the question actually registered in my mind. "Why?" I asked dumbly, staring blankly at him, not moving from my position.
"Because we're going over homework, and Miss Hoshi doesn't understand problem #42," he explained with strained patience.
"Then why doesn't she do it?" I asked him with confusion, sitting up on my chair and cocking my head to the side.
"BECAUSE, MR. YAMAMOTO, SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND AND I CHOSE YOU TO SHOW HER THE PROPER WAY OF SOLVING IT!" he yelled, his face turning red and his wispy, graying hair standing on end. It'll be even grayer by the end of the class. You know the saying, "another day, another gray hair for the adults that had to put up with you".
"Oh," I muttered, rising up from my slouched position, my mouth turning into a small circle. I hesitantly rose from my seat, and was vaguely aware of the giggles coming from those popular idiots that were friends with "Miss Hoshi" as they made unkind comments about me behind my back.
Watch it, bitch, or I'll drop another banana peel for ya to slip on, I growled in my head. "Miss Hoshi's" namesake meant star, and that's exactly what she was—the star of the class. Y'know how every school seems to have a "star couple" that they think we'll inevitably fall in love with each other? Well, everyone seems to think that Suichi and her go together perfectly, but I only manage to nod before mentally throwing up in my head.
Despite what everyone thought, she wasn't the brightest bulb in the class.
I could solve the problem on the board no problem, and I'm practically failing math.
As soon as I finished staring expressionlessly at the problem for a few moments, I quickly wrote the answer and shot back to my desk, accidentally nudging Mayami Hoshi a.k.a. "Miss Hoshi" in the face as she was adding mascara, during class, on her eyelashes. The result was a rather unattractive black smear under her eye, like she was a football player or something.
The class erupted in laughter as her little posse started fussing over her and junk. Five minutes later, when the class was dismissed, the hilarity surprisingly hadn't died down. I could barely maintain my chuckle as I walked out of that class with one hand in my pocket while the other loosely held my briefcase (thing), never to enter it again today. I was grinning like a chestier cat that had just gotten a large piece of fish. What a joyous feeling…
See, this is the real me—this is how I should be. No Suichi to make me goggle just like the rest of them, no girls and guys picking on me and making me feel self-conscious about how I look or act. Nope. This is Mitsuyo Kajima, pure and simple. Except not all that pure. Or all that simple.
I was still mentally celebrating, when I suddenly realized that the one person I didn't want around me was coming my way.
Oh, crap.
"Hirotoshi, may I speak with you for a moment?" he asked me, coming up along my side after making all those other giggling idiots that always seemed to be hanging off of him go away.
Bye-bye, sanity, have a safe trip, send me a post card wherever you go…
"Uh, yeah, sure, Suichi," I answered innocently. "What is it that you want to talk about?"
He wordlessly fell into step beside me, his hand on my side in his pocket while the other was holding his briefcase (thing). His eyes were boring holes in the side of my head while I forced my own to stare straight ahead as he led me around the school in silence until we reached the only vacant hallway. It was on the southern end of the school where the corridor windows showed off the grassy fields and tree linings.
Still, he was watching me intently, as if trying to look for something. I fidgeted under his gaze, looking around everywhere but at him. Finally, he removed his stare and said quietly, "I know your secret, Hirotoshi. Or is it Mitsuyo? Perhaps you could clarify that detail for me."
The mention of my real name made me freeze immediately, my eyes widening while my mouth slacked.
This could NOT be good.
"What is your real name?" he asked quite suddenly, his voice never wavering or changing pitch.
"Huh?" I blurted out, my eyes growing wider as I unconsciously took a step back. My hand almost flew to cover my mouth and I had to force myself to calm down before continuing. "I…I have no idea what you mean, Suichi. You know who I am."
"There is no hope of swaying me, miss," he said with a solemn nod. It made me wonder why he was acting so…careful with me. "I know everything, and it be much easier if you just answered the question."
With the intention of running away, I turned my back on him, but his hand shot out with unbelievable reflexes, catching my upper arm before I could even move. I abruptly glared at him over my shoulder, my eyes burning with hate. Crap, now that Suichi knew, I'd have to wear that stupid uniform to complete my schoolgirl giggle-butt assembly. No need for training, I've earned the rank of Grand Master in the last few weeks.
"You're right. My name is Mitsuyo Kajima," I muttered, glaring heatedly at the ground.
I felt something rest upon my hat, and it was suddenly lifted away, revealing the bun of hair I always hid under it. Before I could actually process what he was doing, Suichi had also pulled the hairband loose, allowing my dark tresses to cascade down from the top of my head, unraveling until they settled comfortably around my shoulders. My mom had helped me straighten it last night so that it was easier to hide under my cap. Despite having been hidden away the whole day, it was still smooth and shiny, like it had just been brushed thoroughly only seconds before.
"You shouldn't hide such traits from the eyes, Miss Kajima," Suichi muttered, briefly running his fingers through my hair. I stared at him in shock and amazement, my eyes widening even more so as he shook his head, bringing him back to reality. Thankfully -- and not so thankfully -- he pulled his hand back and continued, "I have a proposition for you, Miss Kajima."
"W-What is it?" I stuttered in disbelief, unable to bring myself to tell him to forget the "Miss". My own hand shot up to smooth my hair back into the bun that he had been in before he had messed it up. He had given back the hairband, but continued to hold onto my hat, which I grudgingly allowed for the time being.
"I am in need of a place to stay for the summer break," Suichi told me with a smile. Now I wanted my hat back, 'cause I had an idea of where this was going. "My brother is staying with you, correct?"
"…Yes," I answered slightly gratingly, eyeing my hat as impossible yet entertaining plots on how to get myself out of this situation flitted through my head. "We've been over this, Suichi."
"Right, right," he agreed with a light laugh, completely at ease. I wish I was… lucky little redhead. "To put it bluntly, I was wondering if it would be too much to ask if I could also take refuge for the month?"
"Are you friggen kidding me?" I practically shouted with incredulity, throwing my arms up in bewilderment. Did I say I knew where it was heading? Well, don't act surprised, I didn't say that I wouldn't not react like this. "You staying with me for a friggen month?"
"Is that a problem?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, playing the innocent part very well, if I do say so myself.
"Hell yes!" I answered automatically before slapping my hand over my big mouth. No cussing! Bad girl! I told myself I was going to try and control myself... Before I could even register it, Suichi's fingers -- did I ever mention that they were extremely warm? -- wrapped themselves gently around my own, pulling it away from my lips.
"Do not stress yourself over a bit of profanity," he told me calmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Despite the fact that I do not care for it all that much, it is not a reason to silence yourself."
"Whatever," I grumbled, reluctantly pulling my hand away from his larger, more graceful one. "So why are you asking me? Why not stay with one of your prissy fan girls, eh?"
"I doubt I'd survive the vacation if I were to do that," he answered sheepishly, slightly blushing. I stared at him with embarrassment as I muttered, "Too true…"
"Listen, I hate to reduce myself to blackmail, but I will if I must," Suichi told me firmly with a sigh. "Please provide me with living quarters for the month or I will be forced to inform the student body, along with a few choice teachers, of your deceiving ploy to attend school as a male student."
I swear my jaw dropped a few feet when I heard him utter those words. Dear, sweet, cunning Suichi… blackmailing me just to get into my house?
I never saw that coming.
"You'll tell the whole fucking school that I'm a boy if I don't let you stay over for the break?" I repeated, my jaw still detached from the rest of me. Screw not cursing, if he supposedly didn't mind, then I'd cuss I'll I want, damn it!
"To put it simply, yes," Suichi responded with a small laugh, one hand massaging his chin. "I believe your punishment will be close to suspension, am I correct?"
"You always are, apparently," I growled, grating my teeth together. "But why me I still don't know…"
"So you agree?" he asked me with a smile, not bothering to answer my unspoken question. He seemed completely relaxed despite the predicament he was putting me in. Such a naïve state of mind…
"Do I have a choice?" I replied dully, raising an eyebrow.
"Not much of one, but, yes, you do," he answered with an elegant shrug. How you can shrug elegantly, I have no idea, but I've seen some people do it, so it is possible…
"I hate you," I said with a sigh, turning away from him to stare out at the rolling fields.
He stared at me for a long time before smiling once more, only this time… more slowly—slyly. He put a hand on my shoulder, gently turning me back to face him. Before I knew what he was doing, he leaned in real close to me, our noses barely brushing against each other. The very touch made shivers run down my spine, and I could feel my face start to burn from my intense blush. His hot breath teased my senses, and I was practically going cross-eyed trying to keep my gaze on him. The one thought that flitted faintly through my mind was, he smells like roses…
"I'm inclined to believe you are lying, Miss Kajima," he muttered, his lips inches from my own. I swear, there was only a hand's width amount of air between us, which was made up mostly of our mingling breaths.
"Don't call me "Miss", Suichi," I said automatically, my eyes still crossed from the effort to keep tract of his movements. "It makes me sound old."
"As you wish, Mr. Yamamoto."
His whole face disappeared before mine abruptly, only to find him placing my hat back on my head to hide my dark curls and went behind me, pressing his fingers into the small of my back and guiding me towards the path I always took to get home from school. As if I couldn't find my own way home, the jerk. I had to blink a couple times to get my eyes back in focus before I could turn to him. Opening my mouth, I was prepared to give my dignified and justified rant on how there was something called "personal space" and just because he was charming and extremely pleasing to the eye didn't mean that he could invade it, but I was stopped when I felt one slender finger on my lips, effectively cutting off my rage.
"Do you mind if I escort you home, Mr. Yamamoto?" he asked me instead, though he continued to move beside me as if I already answered with "no, I don't mind at all, please do". That was when the question of how he knew where I lived crossed my mind briefly before taking its leave. He once more called me by my alias, since we were now out on the school campus with other students.
"Yes," I answered finally his question simply, crossing my arms stubbornly. "But I doubt that will stop you."
"You are correct," he said with a smile. "My mother already talked to your parents about it, and they said it was alright. I just felt compelled to confront you."
"Riiiight…"
We continued to walk side by side in silence, passing through the park without pausing once. My mind was too busy going over the last few minutes to notice anything, especially the sky darkening and how everyone in the park seemed to have left it.
Oh crap.
Suichi's staying at my house for a whole fucking month! Satan is against me, this is the end for me and my dignity, I swear it!
But, I never thought he'd be so… cunning and sarcastic. But he was also extremely polite. That kinda screws with the mind, don't ya think?
Every time I see him, all I seem to see is the school's major heartthrob with glorious looks and a persona worth falling head over heels for. But, now I seem to sense something dangerous coming from him… He was…powerful. Like a snake, coiled and ready for battle, yet oddly calm, cool and collected. Otherworldly is another word, because breaking all of the school's athletic records so simply doesn't come naturally…
Suddenly, I noticed that Suichi had left my side, the space beside me empty of his presence. At first I was relieved, thankful that he had decided to leave, but then I caught sight of the darkened sky overhead as a chilling breeze wafted by, and something made me look back.
Suichi was standing in the middle of the deserted sidewalk, eyes trained on a tree across the street some fifty feet away. The glint in his normally warm emerald eyes made me suddenly question the truthfulness of everything he had told me before. Why I was randomly doubting his honesty now, I didn't know. But the Suichi that was before me almost looked like a stranger now.
"Suichi?" I called, trying to sound irritated, but it came out shakier than I had intended.
The redhead turned his attention to me, and gave a small, reassuring smile. "Let us continue, please," he said slightly distractedly, his eyes wandering back to the tree behind us.
I only nodded slowly, my brows furrowed in confusion. The only thing I really wanted to know was, why the hell was Suichi acting so strange?
"Thank you," he sighed with a small amount of relief once we started walking again. This only caused my puzzlement to rise. I tried to give him a questioning look, but he wouldn't even turn to me, so I assumed he wasn't going to explain. I simply shrugged and turned my attention back to my walk.
I'd ask him about it later.
"This is your block, correct?" he asked me a while later. We had continued to walk until we reached the crossing section not too far from my house. A couple people turned to look at us, but we ignored them.
I turned to give him a skeptical glare.
"How would you know?"
"As I said before, I know much about you," he reminded me with a sly smile. "Knowing where you live falls under that category, does it not?"
"And how would you find such information about me?" I prodded again, a not-so-friendly smile gracing my lips.
"If I were answer that, it would cause a lot of trouble, and I'd have to kill you."
"Ha. Funny," I grunted, and turned away. I couldn't believe that he found out my secret, it just wasn't fair… actually, I still can't believe that he found out my secret. Why do these sorts of things always happen to me? Did this mean that Suichi was a stalker?
"We're two houses away and across the street," I grumbled hesitantly. "It's the pale blue one."
"A nice color," Suichi commented. "Did your parents paint it themselves?"
"No, we asked our dog to do it, actually," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "It was that color when we first moved here."
"Where were you living previously?" he asked, genuine interest shining through his eyes.
"America," I answered with a shrug. "My mother's Japanese, so after Dad lost his job and such, they decided to move back to Japan, where Dad thought Mom could meet up with her family."
"And you have a dog?"
"A very special dog," I told him mysteriously, an evil smile taking over my once angry features. I was only messing with him, but I wanted to see him tense up and maybe become nervous.
However, I didn't receive the desired effect that I was hoping for. His facial expression didn't change a bit, that innocent, charming smile still living large.
"How very intriguing, I can hardly wait for you to introduce him to me."
My face vaulted, and I told him flatly, "You must think you're Hulk or something. You're not invincible, y'know."
"I never said I was," he said with a faintly surprised look on his face. "You merely said your dog was special, you never said he was dangerous."
He may be the master of sarcasm, but I guess evil doesn't cover it.
"Even so, if you think that a special dog is scary, I'll have to introduce you to my human-sized, man eating plant. It'll help those issues quite well, I think."
I take that all back—this walking brainiac was pure evil.
As soon as the conversation ended, there we were, standing on my family's doorstep, staring blankly -- at least I was -- at the door. Suichi was waiting for me to open the door, and I was waiting for him to leave.
So, since neither of those things happened, we just stood there.
And stood there.
And stood there.
And—
"Are you waiting for it to open for you or something?" a voice asked in a bored tone.
Shiiiiiiitake mushrooms.
Eyes closing, my hands rose to massage my temples as my head bowed with distaste.
"Hiroshi…" I muttered with a humorless smile. "What a lovely surprise."
.:AN:.
And I'm going to end the chapter there. Why? I felt like it. I'm sorry if Mitsuyo's personality changed too abruptly towards Kurama, but this is her personality when she is home. She's acting normal—this is the real Mitsuyo. Sorry if I disappointed some of you with the way she turned out. I think she'll change every once in a while thanks to Kurama's "sweetness" and such, but she's pretty insane.
So, the next chapter is still being planned, but I assure you it will be full of fun stuff between the two. Oh, and I forgot to mention this, the day (in the story) is Wednesday and school ends on Friday. Two more days (including Friday)! Whoot! Hey, I may not go to that school, but all schools deserve to die! HA! DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE! (stabs sign with "school" on it with a plastic sword) Okay, done.
QUESTION: Is "Kurama" Kurama's first name? Or is it like Kuwabara where that's his last name and "Yoko" is his first? I need this question answered for an up coming chapter in this story. It'll be fun; I just need this clarified for it. Otherwise, I'm just gonna go with "Kurama" as the first name and that will be it.