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STARTING 001
' FORBIDDEN APPARITION '
yashiro nene who is a first year highschool student in kamome academy heads straight to the old girl's bathroom earlier than usual nowadays since she's been hanako's assistant and the reason being why she was early was that she wasn't too keen on receiving his punishments.
and besides after returning her lifespan to aoi she decided that she should spend the remaining of her time doing what makes her happy and for some odd reason — she finds being with hanako enjoyable but really the unspoken thing about them is making her question everything.
for starters their kiss and true he didn't directly says that he likes her but why kiss her then? unless he's just a playboy but that's not hanako. her thicked ankles takes her to her destination and she pants ( out of breath ) with her hand pressed against her chest, her creamyish hair with teal hue faded tips blows with the slight breeze that manages to escape into the room. "hanako-kun!" yashiro calls out to him with a joyful smile plastered on her face which only widens at the sight of the ghost playing cards with the mokke again.
"oh yashiro? you're here right on time!" hanako says and puts a pause to the card game he was playing and directs his full attention to yashiro. yashiro stares at him as she walks into the bathroom and mumbled 'well you'd do something bad if I didn't' under her breath. "hm, what was that?" he asks with a blank face accompanied by those wide eyes of his. "err..nothing! class starts very soon, I have to go soon."
yashiro says as she watches the ghost boy float around her. one thing thats noticeable that hanako wasn't as touchy as he was in the beginning of their bond, just flirty with words rather than physical touch. "awww already? but you just arrived!" he whined and hovered above her in a sitting position as he peered down at her and tilts his head down at her when she doesn't reply. "you're getting cold yashiro." he leans in closer just enough to make her feel a bit of heat on her face. "you used to stay longer... did you finally get tired of me?"
yashiro gaped before defending herself a little too weakly. "w-why are you saying it like that!?" she steps back and covers her face and points a finger at him accusingly. "you're the one acting weird I'm just trying to get to class!" she exclaims. hanako blinks at her outburst. and then—he laughs.
it bounced off the walls of the room and yet it still sounded just like a soft, short breath of laughter like he expected it. "I see..." he tilts his head, drifting just a little closer—not enough to touch. "so you're running away?" his tone is light, almost casual, but his eyes stay on her, unblinking. she stiffened and frowns — still blushing a bit. "no! why do you..." she shakes her head and he stares at her before reaching out and then suddenly the bell rings. she tensed and sweatdropped. "I've got to go now hanako-kun! I'll be back." she says and turns around and bolts out of the bath room.
leaving the ghost who was still staring at the empty space. yashiro was running in the halls in the old school building before the bell rings again, and not thinking too much of it she opens the door that leads to the main building. and once she enters she quickly dashed to her classroom, her hair a mess and out of breath. "I-I'm sorry I'm late sensei!" yashiro says — shutting the door and making a turn and halting at the sight of unfamiliar faces. her classmates chairs occupied by people she does not know, she paused and then stared at the teacher who she also did not know and then she realized the different colored uniform the class was wearing.
instead of the signature blue shirt it was a traditional gakuen uniform accompanied with the pants for the guys and for the girls it was a brown sleeved sailor uniform a two piece set consisting of a white blouse with a large sailor collar and pleated skirt, the skirt length falling lower than the knee caps, the color mirrored the boy version — starry black and white theme, a dark navy colored skirt with a white blouse. the ribbon thin silk ribbon tied into a bow with the color of black, the sailor collar would be in navy with white stripes, white socks and brown to black loafers.
she blinks repeatedly and then stared at the ceiling and a deadpanned expression makes it onto her face. 'huh? this isn't my classroom.. and these aren't my classmates. just what is going on!?' she eternally panics, gripping the strands of her hair and then suddenly she falls forward a little before dramatically making sure she doesn't fall by swaying her arms around. turning her head to see just what had hit her and her eyes widened.
it can't be... it was hanako but alive so yugi amane — yashiro stiffened and then she furrowed her brows and caressed her chin. "hanako-kun!" she grasped a hold of his hands which startled the boy who raised a brow at her, confused. "uhm.." he murmured. "I thought.. i thought you said you wouldn't do stuff like this anymore!" she yells believing this was another fake world, shaking the confused boy who really was confused. "yashiro nene, it seems you and yugi already know each other. great, you'll sit infront of him." the teacher ( who oddly looks a tad bit too much like tsuchimogori ) says as he separated the two and shooed yugi into his seat but not before adding.
"you're late again yugi." the time was currently 8:20AM meaning the two of them were late. yashiro pauses and thinks to herself; 'but it was just six minutes ago!?' "detention for both you and yashiro since you both didn't come on time and another hour for the two of you since you lack of proper uniform." the teacher says pointing out the obvious because yugi amane didn't wear the full uniform and yashiro wore a whole different uniform. amane stared at the teacher before sighing and plopping down onto his seat. yashiro sweatdropped and looked down and fumbled with her skirt — this does seem so real for a fake world but that's the thing with fake worlds, they never seem fake! she's gonna get him to up and fess he did another thing. that is her mission.
“introduce yourself so class can begin." "uhm okay! I'm yashiro nene, I'm fifteen years old..." she says as she pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. the students pay attention to her before looking down at her ankles and suddenly they were whispering in each other's ears. the thick legged ankle girl practically turned into stone there and then as she got into a depressive mode, the teacher sighs and hands her a slip.
“go and get the proper uniform and come back into class, you've taken a lot of our lesson up." she takes it. "yes sensei..." yugi amane watches her leave and raises a brow whilst thinking to himself. 'yashiro nene? that sounds familiar...' he pauses his thoughts. 'that girl.. has really fat ankles.'
RUMOR: hey, did you hear? a forbidden apparition messes with time and one wrong move can send you forward or back? when the bell rings twice you're advise to not open any doors.. and if you do, there's no saying when you'll be able to return.