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:: Disclaimer ::
All Blue Seed characters are probably copyrighted by Yuzo Takada. If not, I sure as hell don't own them^^;
:: Warning ::
Some adult language.
Back in the Day
Ch. 1
The young man with the unusual colored hair strode onto campus as he did every morning; head bowed, mouth bent into a frown, and eyes despondent. While most students milled about in groups of at least two to chat or walk, or would raise hands and voices in greeting to others on their belated road to class, this one's mouth nor hand made any slight deviation from the positions they were in. Bag handle slung casually over one shoulder (the free hand stuffed into a uniform pocket), he traced the pathway to homeroom as if reading it from the cracks on the worn linoleum.
Girls found charming ways of looking at him behind their hands, giggling and blushing, and the boys spared him the usual humiliations. Whether or not he was conscious of either was uncertain. Path mostly free, he guided himself around person and furniture to seat himself in the desk in the back nearest the window. Once there, the bag was dropped to the ground, chin was propped into palm, and eyes strayed to the window. He sighed.
"A-chan! A-chan! Is it true?"
"Yep! Momiji's coming back!"
"That's so cool! Where's she been?"
"She had to go stay with her grandmother since her and Kaede's parents were-" a stage whisper was invoked, "-you-know-what."
The young man's eyes shifted towards the speakers. A girl with medium-sized spectacles and shoulder length hair was sitting on a nearby desk, while her two cohorts seemed dazzled by the information that it seemed only she could give.
"That's so terrible," remarked the freckled short-haired one. "Twins, seperated, just like that. I think when I get married, it's going to be forever!"
"How long has it been, A-chan?" piped a curly-haired, but other than that indistinguishable, girl. "Five years?"
A-chan nodded, face brightening. "Ever since the end of elementary school! I can't wait to see her! We've been writing all this time, and I see her when mom and dad take us yearly to Izumo, but other that..."
Momiji?
The young man pondered. Something about a twin with longer hair, consistently cheery, and quite accident prone. He would have bothered trying to remember features, but there was really no need to bother. A glance outside told him that the girl in question had arrived and had caused a small commotion.
Excited students surrounded a pair whose faces were similar, but whose demeanor was not. Both the smiles were the same, and the body language was nearly indistinguishable, but one wore her hair in a loose, short style, while the other's flowed down her back and was haphazardly tied at the end with a dark red bow. Everyone knew the shorter-haired girl, and greeted her fondly. In response, she smiled and giggled modestly at the appropriate people. The other girl, however, was boisterous in her greetings, bowing slightly with an enormous smile, laughing at the wonderful new experience. It looked as if she was trying to absorb as much of her new surroundings as possible, while at the same time compensate for her lack of compatriots.
"Momiji! Momiji!" exclaimed the shorter haired one. She grasped the hand of her twin and led her up the stairs. "We need to hurry or we'll be late!"
"Okay, big sister!" the other responded. She turned to wave goodbye to her newfound friends. "See you lat--eek!"
While the side of Momiji's right shoe suddenly found a heavy attraction to the side of the upcoming step, the rest of her body, found it more efficient to start heading forward. The arguement ended in a collapse, with the poor girl splattered onto the top step over her books, the loose school uniform skirt splayed over her back to expose a pair of underpants stamped with the image of a smiling teddy bear.
The corners of the young man's face curved upwards. No doubt about it. That was Momiji. The other girl bent to help her sister up, one hand stifling a giggle. They both stood, Momiji vehemently proclaiming that there must have been some errant student's gum stuck to that step. The young man's eyes strayed to the short haired sister.
Kaede...
A palm slammed into his shoulder, breaking his reverie. His chin lost its perch and cracked against his desk. Two squeals of surprise and one loud objective cry erupted from the conversing trio. A sharp male male voice told the three to shut the hell up.
An arm draped around his shoulder and pulled him up. "Hiiii, Mamoru-chan!" The owner of a raspy voice pinched his cheek. "Which one of them were you staring at this time, hmm?"
Mamoru lifted the shorter boy's hand from his shoulder and flung it aside. "Don't touch me, Kei," he growled.
Kei responded with a ghostly imitation, complete with an "o"-shaped mouth and flittering fingers. "He's scaaaarey." He draped the offending arm around the curly-haired girl. "Don't let the bad man beat me up, mommy!"
When Mamoru attempted to resume his position looking out the window (Kei's face, in the meantime, had received a fist-shaped imprint), a skinnier boy with a high-pitched giggled grabbed the sides of his head and presented it once again to the desk. Stars burst behind his eyes. "Be nice, Kusanagi," he hissed. "Otherwise we're gonna have to spank you!"
Mamoru pressed his hands onto the desk and heaved himself up. Skinny went scrambling backwards. Teeth bared, eyes flaring, Mamoru stood, pounding his knuckles into the offending desktop. Both the delinquints sneered. Kei reached backwards into his uniform pants pocket. The room became eerily silent.
"Stop."
Heads that had been focusing on the possible conflict now swung towards the door. An older boy leaned against the frame, arms folded. Long, dark curly hair that seemed to blend in perfect with the shadows framed an pale, handsome face. As he walked towards the combatants, a malevolent smirk grew from his lips. Eyes narrowed on those he thought shouldn't be paying attention. Those who were glared at obligingly looked away and attempted to strike up lost conversations.
Mamoru sat, looking pointedly away. The new boy pat his cheek with one gloved hand. "Oi, oi Mamoru. No hello for your older brother?"
"Fuck off."
"That isn't very polite." The deep voice murmured.
"Fine then. Go to hell. Is that any better?"
The brother shrugged. "Father says to come home straight after school."
"Fine."
"It's important."
"Fine."
"No wandering off with the bitch this time."
No response.
"Did I hit a nerv, Mamo-chan?" Another pat to the cheek. Mamoru flinched at the name his brother had once used in a far more affectionate manner. He opened his mouth to snap another obscenity when the first bell rang.
"Oi!" Kei called. "Kusanagi-senpai! Let's get going!"
Mamoru smacked his brother's hand from his face. "I'll be there, Murakumo. Keep your jackass friends away from me."
Murakumo stood and sauntered for the door. He threw a menacing smile at his brother before disappearing around the corner. Kei and Skinny followed afterwards, casting similarly mean, but no where near as effective glares.
Kusanagi Mamoru, face mashed into one palm, was so enraged by his brother's unexpected visit that he missed the spectacular entrance of the Fujimiya sisters.