AU – Tatakoe koukou no shusseki suru (attending Tatakoe High)
. . . by me, Kita-chan. ( n.n;; )
(alternate universe, shonen ai) Kurama and Hiei are normal humans; attending regular, everyday human school. NOT YOUR USUAL SCHOOL 'AU' FIC - because THIS time they DON'T go to the same high school . . . pairings; KuraHiei, YusKei, KuwYuk, KoeBot.
Shonen ai (perhaps some yaoi) eventually. n.n;;
BE WARNED if you don't like it, ok, minna-san? =n.n=
Pairings: Kurama x Hiei, Yusuke x Keiko, Kuwabara x Yukina, Koenma x Botan
In the beginning, just so none of you are confused, there will be a LOT of flashbacks.
Then it may get more exciting . . . n.n;;
I simply HAD to write a fic where Kura and Hiei were teens, so I thought for a bit . . .
And out popped the idea for 'Tatakoe High'!! (sugoi! n.n;;)
Semi-important notes for clarification . . .
1- Yusuke, Keiko and Kuwabara's school is still Sarayashiki Junior High (Yusuke, Kuwabara and Keiko are all fourteen).
2- Hiei's school is Tatakoe High (the next step for students in Sarayashiki Junior High; a.k.a.: the public high school n.n;).
3- Kurama, Yukina and Botan's school is Meiou High. (Hiei, Kurama, Yukina and Botan are all sixteen).
4- Hiei lives across the city from where everyone else lives (a completely different part of town).
POVs will (sorta) switch in this fic; each chapter is in the Ningenkai.
Ok, minna!
Go see if this fic is worth reading!
Talk to ya at the end!
n.n;; ( baka me . . . . sigh . . . . -.-# )
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Chapter One
Without a name . . .
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The red-eyed teen sighed quietly from his seat at the edge of the nearly-vacant room. The back of his chair was tilted at a 45º angle to the floor; said object only being balanced on half its legs. He rocked his head slowly in time to the song playing in his mind . . . the CD player carefully hidden under his (assigned) black school uniform. The entire classroom was basically empty, save for the wizened teacher sitting at the desk in front, much too focused his work to take into account what the younger occupants of this hellhole were doing . . .
Actually . . . make that OCCUPANT.
Yes, he, Hiei, was the only student confined to detention today.
What a load of bull . . .
He'd rather be with his sensei right now, training, but today was Thursday. Hittu-sensei didn't have class with him until Monday . . . so he usually skipped any after-school detention he earned . . . often taking to spend his after-school hours hanging around town to see if there was anyone stupid enough to challenge him to a fight . . . despite his (accidental) Goth—and childish—appearance, he was a serious force to be reckoned with . . . on the street, anyway. In school he was known well as a dangerous guy, so most of his fellow students steered clear of the 'psychotic kid.'
But this pointless detention was better than going home . . . Hiei snorted in disgust at the memories . . . when the weather discouraged just 'hanging around town' . . .
Ryujin, his foster father, was a drunk, now . . . a widower, still . . . after two years. Ever since his other foster parent, a woman named Miuko, died, Ryujin had never been the same . . . he could remember that day, clear as a crystal in his mind, when she passed away . . .
(::flashback::)
A thin woman lay in a hospital bed, a child and a man standing on either side. As the heart machine beeped softly in the background, she smiled weakly up to the man, who looked away in sadness, unable to take his wife in so sore a condition . . . then she turned her gaze to the teen, whose face conveyed nothing. Reaching out weakly, she clasped his hand in hers, searching those unique red eyes for something . . . whispering . . .
" . . . Hiei-chan . . ." . . . and she had then breathed her last breath . . .
beeeeeeeeeeep—
(::end flashback::)
Hn. Yet another mother . . . this one dead. And here he had thought it would last . . .
If there was one thing he had learned, it was that NOTHING was ever forever.
When he was born, to a teenage mother, he had been adopted into a seemingly nice family. Hn . . . they were 'nice', all right . . . the mother was a workaholic, and the father a sleezy freeloader.
And, unknown to the adoption service, the seemingly harmless father was abusive. Not only did he beat the boy almost as soon as he could walk—nearly to the point of unconsciousness—but it continued until the day care center (which he started to attend when he was four) noticed the odd bruises he kept showing up with, and how quiet and moody he was, for such a young child . . .
This, of course, led to the adoption services investigating, finding out and transferring him to another home.
He stayed with THAT family a whole six months before they couldn't stand him any more . . . the length of time it took for him to be free of the abusive home had entrenched in him a deep fear of anyone over the age of ten . . . the busy couple didn't want anything to do with a silent, bad-tempered kid . . .
And on it went . . . when he was five it was that family secretly connected to the mob . . . what were the odds? . . . at age six it was those 'Christian' people . . . whom he grew sick of in under a month . . . then the huge family with three other kids, who teamed up against him and made life miserable until he finally ran away . . . then, at age eight, he had stumbled into the bakery. The woman behind the counter smiled brightly at him, seeing his hungry look, and offered him a free piece of bread. This, of course, led to talking. The woman was Imouta Miuko and eventually . . . she adopted him.
He had gained some rough habits over the years, so she diligently and yet cheerfully worked to try to make a decent person out of him . . . the father wasn't so bad, in those days . . . then again, Ryujin hadn't started drinking, yet . . .
Unwilling to admit it even now, to himself, he had actually started to bond with the woman . . . and he was almost . . . happy. Everything had looked downhill from there, the classic story of a kid with a bad beginning going out to become a real winner in life . . . a 'rags to riches' miracle . . . she was even the one who had signed him up for the martial arts classes . . . (well, actually more like the SWORD class because martial arts had been full . . . ).
He remembered how she had studied him discreetly, watching him practice with the wooden sword in the backyard . . . as she hung the laundry up to dry with a content smile . . . she then had given him a REAL sword for his fourteenth birthday . . . and now he remembered her pale face upon handing him the gift . . .
And, in that year, it had all come crashing down.
She developed a very malignant type of cancer in her lung . . . he had meant to tell her all those smokers in the bar she worked at would get her someday . . . and ended up dying within a few months . . .
. . . nothing ever lasts . . .
Nothing . . . he thought bitterly . . . as the empty song resounded in his head, fading into a silence that only echoed with the scratching of the teacher's pen from across the room . . .
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Hn. It was finally over . . . he was walking down the street to the private school (which always let out a lot later than his), now, deep in thought as he strolled down the Tokyo streets . . .
His last name . . .
It had changed so many times, he didn't really think he had one . . .
And he hated the 'Imouta' crap . . .
He remembered with a smirk, some old legends of demons and such, in school (when he actually paid attention and thought to show up) . . . something called an 'Evil Eye' . . . the smirk grew. He could glare down anyone with his intense gaze . . . chuckling, he remembered the nickname for someone with an 'Evil Eye' . . .
. . . Jaganshi.
Now he wasn't one to 'make-up' a last name, but . . .
He sure as H—L wasn't going to die with that 'Imouta' thing attached to his grave . . .
Hiei shrugged to himself . . .
Not completely looking where he was going, suddenly he felt someone who had been running from the other direction crash into him. They both landed, HARD, on the concrete, the other's momentum carrying the boy on top of his body . . . he heard a soft groan . . .
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Shuichi, Kurama as some of his friends called him, looked over his shoulder, hoping desperately that, today, finally, he would be able to escape the school grounds without being spotted by his 'fan club' . . . a fleeting thought of looking where he was going registered in his mind as he ran into something warm and soft, and then plunging to the ground. He groaned at the impact, but knowing it must be MUCH worse for the person under him, tried to suppress it a bit . . .
Then he heard a growl.
Opening his eyes in surprise, he looked down to find deep red orbs staring back at him . . . which were QUITE annoyed at the moment. He put on an apologetic, disarming smile and quickly got up, looking around the corner where he could see the red skirt outfits of the girls at the gates of his school . . .
"Hn." He heard from behind him. Turning his head back to face the shorter teen slowly, he saw that he had gotten up, and was now look—err—glaring at him.
Plastering on another winning smile, he spoke cheerfully.
"Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you all right?" This earned him a flicker of annoyance from the short kid; who was most definitely NOT a kid, he corrected himself, as he had thought upon first glance . . .
"Hn. Of course I am." The boy turned around, granting him the view of the spiked-up blue-black hair. "Idiot." The redhead cocked an eyebrow at the short boy in front of him . . .
"Well. I had best be going, then." He heard what sounded suspiciously like a . . . 'ch.'
"Whatever." Then the black-clad kid was walking down the street and away, leaving a very perplexed green-eyed teen puzzling after him . . .
"THERE he is!! Shuichi-kun!"
"SHUICHI!!"
"Shuichi-chaaaaan!!" Stiffening at the flighty female voices, he dared to turn around, only to see a mob of crimson-clad girls racing towards him. Sweatdropping, the boy started to run back home again, quickly brushing past the black-haired boy from earlier, who was walking contemplatively down the street.
"Excuse me!" he cried in a rushed voice, sweeping past the boy in an instant.
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Blinking at the fast retreating redhead, Hiei opened his mouth to retort sarcastically, only to be pushed against the building to his right; a horde of teenage girls completely ignoring his existence to chase after the green-eyed teen frantically scrambling down the street, who was now only a fast-disappearing (and now distant) blur of red and the awful pink of the guy's school uniform.
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