BP: Had a fight with my friend. Apparently, he couldn't stand my uncaring attitude towards school events. I don't get it. Why is he always telling me what to do? Just because he's the school councilor doesn't mean he can tell me what to do. He went too far, saying because of my attitude, no wonder the lowest class of the people like to make fun of me. He literally made me cry.
After a weekend spent with his Kunimitsu, it was Monday, which means it was back to work. And guess what? Yeah, the stupid English teacher popped a surprise test for everyone, Groans and whines can be heard when the teacher skipped in, and suddenly announced there would be a creative writing test. They separated their tables, and the teachers handed out the question paper. Ryoma read the question paper, and sighed. He spun his pen in his hand. Might as well just get this over with. As a genius, Ryoma had no problem in his exam papers, even scoring well without studying. He learnt faster than most others. The other genius would be Shizuka, and usually, both of them get the top in class as well as cohort. Also, as a genius, they seem to uncannily improve in whatever they do with every attempt made. He started to write his essay down unconsciously; as if something was manipulating his arm to automatically write his essay. He didn't even know what he was writing until he finished his essay, and reread it. He looked up at the clock. He still had half an hour left. May as well check for grammar and spelling mistakes, though he highly doubts there is any.
He must have fallen asleep as the next thing he knew, the teacher was saying, "You have five minutes left." Some of his classmates were sweating over their essays, while others were furiously writing whatever they could think of. The sound of pen writing against paper could be heard in the absolute silence. "Two minutes left." The teacher said. He could almost hear his classmates cussing at the teacher for not telling them about the test in the first place, thus landing them in this situation. Finally, when the bell rang, signaling lunch, the teacher said, "Times up. Put your pens down." And she started to collect the question paper and the answer sheet. Some threw down their pen in relief, while others tried to write a couple more words before the teacher collects the paper. He handed the paper to the teacher, and like the others, got up from their seats for lunch. Ryoma sighed, and went up to the rooftop. Sure enough, his boyfriend was there. He flopped on the bench next to him, and started eating his bento.
"Bad mood?" said Tezuka.
Ryoma sullenly nodded. "Stupid English teacher suddenly gave a surprise test on creative writing." Ryoma grumbled.
"I assume it's Yuki-sensei?" said Tezuka.
Ryoma raised his eyebrows. "How did you guess?"
"She's one of the few teachers in school who gives tests without telling, and she's the only English teacher to do that. So how did you do?"
Ryoma shrugged. "I wrote down my essay without thinking. I didn't even know what I was writing until I finished the last word."
Tezuka frowned. "If you don't know what you are writing, how would you know what you are writing is relevant to the question?"
"Well, as a genius, when I read the question, word and sentences related to that topic immediately flows in my head, and I start to write them down on the paper." Ryoma smiled. "Shizuka herself was a genius too."
Tezuka looked at Ryoma. He had developed feelings towards him due to his brilliance and skill in tennis and his unassuming nature, despite him being an assassin. Being an assassin, you would expect him to be violent and intimidating, but he's alright really. In fact, the other regulars thought Ryoma as a cocky and arrogant, but harmless preteen who is a tennis prodigy. But Tezuka knew better, considering he did see Ryoma throw and shoot in training before. He never missed. Despite how he looks, Teuzka has to admit he has a lot of depth. "So, how was your day?" said Ryoma, snapping Tezuka out of his reverie.
"Oh, today we were doing an experiment during Chemistry."
"Cool." Ryoma muttered, envious of his Kunimitsu.
"Unfortunately, I was in Inui's class for Chemistry. He liked to play around with the chemicals and mix around and as the result, the test tubes containing the chemical Inui mixed exploded, and the broken glass cut the nearby pupils on the arm. Don't worry, there wasn't a lot of blood." said Tezuka, seeing his boyfriend's face. "Inui's now in curriculum detention. I highly doubt he is going to show up for practice." Ryoma nodded. It was typical with Inui-senpai to be playing around with chemicals, and mixing up weird drinks for them to drink. He suspected Inui was trying to mix up his own Inui juice during Chemistry class, and saving some for them during practice later. Thank God it failed. Just then, the bell rang. "See you in practice." said Ryoma, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the lips before going back to class.
Miles away, a man's gleeful laughter rang out in the empty basement. His eyes had a maniacal gleam as he fingered the dart dipped with sleeping venom.
"Say goodbye to your love and your life, Chibisuke!" The man laughed.
Meanwhile, while tying his shoelaces, ready for another match, Ryoma's shoelace broke. He frowned, as he held up his broken shoelaces to eye level. "Something tells me that a bad event is going to happen." He muttered. Unfortuntely, Kikumaru heard it and said, "Really, what's going to happen, Ochibi?" He glomped the younger boy, making him drop the broken shoelaces. "Itai! Kikumaru-senpai, let go!" he yelped.
"Not until you tell me what's going to happen!"
"How should I know? I am not a fortuneteller!" he snapped back. "Let go, Kikumaru-senpai!" However, Kikumaru merely rubbed his face against Ryoma's. "Come on, Ochibi! I know you know!" Just then, a voice rang out in the locker room. "Kikumaru, 20 laps now!" It was Tezuka.
Kikumaru's face fell. "What did I do now, nya?" Inwardly, Tezuka didn't know, but he did it out of instinct. He looked down at the jacket Kikumaru was sitting on. "You messed up with my jersey." He pointed to the jersey Kikumaru was sitting on. Kikumaru looked down, yelped as he realized whose jacket he was sitting on, let go of Ryoma, and went to run his laps. Ryoma rubbed his sore neck, and muttered "thanks" to Tezuka. Fuji watched the whole scene with a chuckle. He was sure Tezuka said that out of instinct, and the sitting-on-the-jersey thing was just an excuse he made up on the spot. He was pretty sure Tezuka was jealous when Kikumaru hugged him like there was no tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Ryoma inwardly shuddered. He hoped if something bad happens to Kunimitsu, he would be there to protect him.
BP: I will not update until I receive a certain number of reviews, so happy reviewing! Please review, although I know is bad, because I have writer's block and I am closing my eyes and writing whatever that comes up on my mind, and also, I was reading while writing this story!