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Who: Ichigaki and Yusuke
Where: Classroom
When: During school
Summary: Yusuke forgets his bag, and has an unpleasant incounter while retrieving it.
True to his word--all least concerning his promise to Kurama--Yusuke could be found in the school that afternoon searching for his science class. It had been a while since he'd attented. Hell, it had been a while since he'd even seen the building.
Finding the door to his class, Yusuke pushed it open and peered inside. This particular course had just ended a few minutes before, and he'd forgotten his bag inside. Not that he could really be blamed for such a folly. When was the last time he had carried the thing around, anyway?
The dwarfed teacher sat silently at his desk, staring out the window across the room. Immediately as the door slid open, the small man's eyes dashed to the door way... only to lay upon Mister Urameshi Yuusuke....
He suppressed a cringe at the sight of the professor, having somewhat hoped that he might have left his class just long enough for the Mazoku to get in and out. "Hey," he greeted and entered. In the back of the class, there on the seat, was his bag. Yusuke traveled the short distance while maneuvering around the desks and chairs.
"You should keep better track of your items.... Urameshi," the man said with a sinister back tone, devious, hating him. Ooo, how he was hating him. Never did he stop. The man never broke his gaze from the boy.
Brown eyes flitted toward him as he came to stand by his bag. Grabbing the handle, he had echoing thoughts of 'psycho' upon hearing that tone and the scornful mischief underlying it. "Yeah, thanks for not throwing it out," the boy muttered.
"I was tempted." he mused. "I'm tempted to do... a lot... of things." The demon smirked. "Things you wouldn't be able to dream about!" he cried, mischeivious. "Far too... ehehehe... scientific."
Oh, how overjoyed he was to be back in school. "What, like dissecting yourself?" Yusuke asked, dislike evident in his voice. He was accustomed to teachers who made a point of delivering Hell upon his life. But this guy...was nuts. After hoisting his bag over his shoulder he made his way for the door, regarding the science teacher with a risen brow as he went.
"Or... others..." he corrected with amusement, hoping to drag the child back in. Dumb hero.
At that he turned, still incredulous of this man. "Who hired you, again?" Dissect others. From this he could only deduct that he insinuated the desire to dissect his students, the humans. Freak.
"I hired myself." he sneered. "For... certain reasons... Urameshi Yuusuke."
"Right..." Kurama had warned him, and had mentioned something about observing certain teachers. Yusuke would have to make sure to keep an eye on this one. "And what wonderful reasons I'm sure they are."
"Hardly wonderful. But rewarding could be a fine word! Ehehe!" the man leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands together in glee at the sheer thought.
That creepy laugh... It seemed familiar, throaty and course, malicious. For the moment he couldn't quite place it, however, for his mind was hazed with other things he couldn't quite shake. Yusuke turned for the door with a shake of his head. "Have fun."
"I can't have any fun without you, though, Spirit Detective!" Ichigaki cried out with glee, his shrill laugh still ringing through the room as an uncomfortable silence set in.
He visibly tensed at the title, eyes widening considerably before a scowl came over his boyish features. Turning, eyeing the insane teacher, his voice was no longer that of a wary teen wanting to merely get away. "Aren't I lucky...?"
Ichigaki hopped out of his chair, so small in comparison to Yuusuke... Or... anyone, at that. "Aren't we all lucky, Urameshi Yuusuke? Especially those who... twist fate, ne?" He supressed another shrill laugh.
"Fate? I'd call it poor luck," he countered. "I had really hoped I'd never have to hear that laugh again." So much for dreaming.
Ichigaki cackled. "I had really hoped to win that tournament! But we do not always get what we want! Ehehehehe!"
"You really think you'd be able to win a martial arts tournament with your freaky science experiments?" He could recall Ichigaki's proclomation of wanting to experiment on him as well, wanting to toy with his insides, perhaps, change him.
"My experiments were a failure that time... but with the right test subjects! Ehehehe! Oooo! The skies are the limit!"
"You're not putting another nasty squirming leech on anyone's back," Yusuke said, disgusted by the memory of those pulsing contraptions.
"I could... come up with other mechanisms!"
It was tempting to shoot. But he suppressed the urge, thinking this time, knowing it wasn't the wisest choice. "Like what?"
"Ehehehhehehe!" Another shrill laugh. "Now! Why would I tell you my plans, eh!" The goblin cackled. "This is a rare chance. I won't completely blow it!"
"Fine," he said casually, thought it required an impressive amount of will power to not shoot the man's head off. "As if you'll even come close to succeeding."
"I learned lessons, Urameshi Yuusuke. Another chance at life is not a common chance!" He grinned. A sinister silence. "But... then again... I wouldn't NEED another chance were it not for you!"
"I kicked your ass before! What makes you think I won't do it again? Ugly gremlin," the detective growled.
"Your words are only skin deep, detective! You will see! You'll all see! Ehehehehhehee!" the gremlin-esque man crowed.
"You won't be able to just run around and do your little experiments. After today you'll be under close watch, Ichigaki. Too close for you to accomplish anything," he said.
"And why is that, hmmm?" he mused, chuckling.
"What the hell do you mean, why is that?" Yusuke snapped. "We're not hanging around here because we think it's fun."
"How will anyone find out detective! How will they know it is me!" he shrieked, bemused.
A vein in his forehead twitched. This troll seemed to have lost that beloved brain of his in death. "I'll tell them. We already have a list of who's here."
The man scurried into the doorway, before Yuusuke, as if he were a great baracade. "You'll not tell anyone anything! I assure you, Urameshi, your last words will be spoken to me!" he crowed, his hands in his lab coat pockets.
The image of the small man hurrying to block the door would have been amusing were it not for the irritation rapidly building up. "You think I won't barrel you down?"
The man grinned madly, his fingers petting a syringe within his pocket. "I do, I do!" he shrieked, his eerie little laugh following.
Yusuke took several steps forward in warning, now standing just several feet from the scientist. "Out of my way, dwarf," he demanded, raising his voice to nearly a shout.
"NEVER!" Ichigaki shrieked, cackling. "We have a score to settle, Urameshi! Eee, such a score!"
As if he had a chance at evening their score. The boy abrupty lurched forward and grabbed Ichigaki by the front of his shirt, and hauled him forward.
At this point, the dwarf swallowed air in fear, but removed the syringe from his pocket, stabbing it into Yuusuke's upper arm.
A startled cry escaped him, and he now shoved Ichigaki away, extracting the needle. Disgust ran along his body in the form of a shudder. He hated needles, and had in fact never gotten that vaccination from the nurse. Angry, a growl rising in his throat, brown eyes turned to the demon. "What did you do to me?"
Ichigaki shrieked with laughter. "All with due time, detective Urameshi! All with DUE time! EHehhehehehheee!"
He would let him play his games. But now that Ichigaki was out of his way, Yusuke stormed through the exit and into the hall. Whirling around to face the man, he so dearly wanted to shoot, to punch, anything. But it would cause too much of a commotion.
Ichigaki scurried to the doorway to look after the detective, and grinned madly.
"I'll find out what you did to me eventually, and when I do I'm comin' back to kick your ass." Flashing his middle finger as a last goodbye, Yusuke stalked off, intending to find someone--most likely Kurama--to share this new discovery with.
Ichigaki howled with his horrible laughter, and shut the door to the boy's back.
Where: Classroom
When: During school
Summary: Yusuke forgets his bag, and has an unpleasant incounter while retrieving it.
True to his word--all least concerning his promise to Kurama--Yusuke could be found in the school that afternoon searching for his science class. It had been a while since he'd attented. Hell, it had been a while since he'd even seen the building.
Finding the door to his class, Yusuke pushed it open and peered inside. This particular course had just ended a few minutes before, and he'd forgotten his bag inside. Not that he could really be blamed for such a folly. When was the last time he had carried the thing around, anyway?
The dwarfed teacher sat silently at his desk, staring out the window across the room. Immediately as the door slid open, the small man's eyes dashed to the door way... only to lay upon Mister Urameshi Yuusuke....
He suppressed a cringe at the sight of the professor, having somewhat hoped that he might have left his class just long enough for the Mazoku to get in and out. "Hey," he greeted and entered. In the back of the class, there on the seat, was his bag. Yusuke traveled the short distance while maneuvering around the desks and chairs.
"You should keep better track of your items.... Urameshi," the man said with a sinister back tone, devious, hating him. Ooo, how he was hating him. Never did he stop. The man never broke his gaze from the boy.
Brown eyes flitted toward him as he came to stand by his bag. Grabbing the handle, he had echoing thoughts of 'psycho' upon hearing that tone and the scornful mischief underlying it. "Yeah, thanks for not throwing it out," the boy muttered.
"I was tempted." he mused. "I'm tempted to do... a lot... of things." The demon smirked. "Things you wouldn't be able to dream about!" he cried, mischeivious. "Far too... ehehehe... scientific."
Oh, how overjoyed he was to be back in school. "What, like dissecting yourself?" Yusuke asked, dislike evident in his voice. He was accustomed to teachers who made a point of delivering Hell upon his life. But this guy...was nuts. After hoisting his bag over his shoulder he made his way for the door, regarding the science teacher with a risen brow as he went.
"Or... others..." he corrected with amusement, hoping to drag the child back in. Dumb hero.
At that he turned, still incredulous of this man. "Who hired you, again?" Dissect others. From this he could only deduct that he insinuated the desire to dissect his students, the humans. Freak.
"I hired myself." he sneered. "For... certain reasons... Urameshi Yuusuke."
"Right..." Kurama had warned him, and had mentioned something about observing certain teachers. Yusuke would have to make sure to keep an eye on this one. "And what wonderful reasons I'm sure they are."
"Hardly wonderful. But rewarding could be a fine word! Ehehe!" the man leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands together in glee at the sheer thought.
That creepy laugh... It seemed familiar, throaty and course, malicious. For the moment he couldn't quite place it, however, for his mind was hazed with other things he couldn't quite shake. Yusuke turned for the door with a shake of his head. "Have fun."
"I can't have any fun without you, though, Spirit Detective!" Ichigaki cried out with glee, his shrill laugh still ringing through the room as an uncomfortable silence set in.
He visibly tensed at the title, eyes widening considerably before a scowl came over his boyish features. Turning, eyeing the insane teacher, his voice was no longer that of a wary teen wanting to merely get away. "Aren't I lucky...?"
Ichigaki hopped out of his chair, so small in comparison to Yuusuke... Or... anyone, at that. "Aren't we all lucky, Urameshi Yuusuke? Especially those who... twist fate, ne?" He supressed another shrill laugh.
"Fate? I'd call it poor luck," he countered. "I had really hoped I'd never have to hear that laugh again." So much for dreaming.
Ichigaki cackled. "I had really hoped to win that tournament! But we do not always get what we want! Ehehehehe!"
"You really think you'd be able to win a martial arts tournament with your freaky science experiments?" He could recall Ichigaki's proclomation of wanting to experiment on him as well, wanting to toy with his insides, perhaps, change him.
"My experiments were a failure that time... but with the right test subjects! Ehehehe! Oooo! The skies are the limit!"
"You're not putting another nasty squirming leech on anyone's back," Yusuke said, disgusted by the memory of those pulsing contraptions.
"I could... come up with other mechanisms!"
It was tempting to shoot. But he suppressed the urge, thinking this time, knowing it wasn't the wisest choice. "Like what?"
"Ehehehhehehe!" Another shrill laugh. "Now! Why would I tell you my plans, eh!" The goblin cackled. "This is a rare chance. I won't completely blow it!"
"Fine," he said casually, thought it required an impressive amount of will power to not shoot the man's head off. "As if you'll even come close to succeeding."
"I learned lessons, Urameshi Yuusuke. Another chance at life is not a common chance!" He grinned. A sinister silence. "But... then again... I wouldn't NEED another chance were it not for you!"
"I kicked your ass before! What makes you think I won't do it again? Ugly gremlin," the detective growled.
"Your words are only skin deep, detective! You will see! You'll all see! Ehehehehhehee!" the gremlin-esque man crowed.
"You won't be able to just run around and do your little experiments. After today you'll be under close watch, Ichigaki. Too close for you to accomplish anything," he said.
"And why is that, hmmm?" he mused, chuckling.
"What the hell do you mean, why is that?" Yusuke snapped. "We're not hanging around here because we think it's fun."
"How will anyone find out detective! How will they know it is me!" he shrieked, bemused.
A vein in his forehead twitched. This troll seemed to have lost that beloved brain of his in death. "I'll tell them. We already have a list of who's here."
The man scurried into the doorway, before Yuusuke, as if he were a great baracade. "You'll not tell anyone anything! I assure you, Urameshi, your last words will be spoken to me!" he crowed, his hands in his lab coat pockets.
The image of the small man hurrying to block the door would have been amusing were it not for the irritation rapidly building up. "You think I won't barrel you down?"
The man grinned madly, his fingers petting a syringe within his pocket. "I do, I do!" he shrieked, his eerie little laugh following.
Yusuke took several steps forward in warning, now standing just several feet from the scientist. "Out of my way, dwarf," he demanded, raising his voice to nearly a shout.
"NEVER!" Ichigaki shrieked, cackling. "We have a score to settle, Urameshi! Eee, such a score!"
As if he had a chance at evening their score. The boy abrupty lurched forward and grabbed Ichigaki by the front of his shirt, and hauled him forward.
At this point, the dwarf swallowed air in fear, but removed the syringe from his pocket, stabbing it into Yuusuke's upper arm.
A startled cry escaped him, and he now shoved Ichigaki away, extracting the needle. Disgust ran along his body in the form of a shudder. He hated needles, and had in fact never gotten that vaccination from the nurse. Angry, a growl rising in his throat, brown eyes turned to the demon. "What did you do to me?"
Ichigaki shrieked with laughter. "All with due time, detective Urameshi! All with DUE time! EHehhehehehheee!"
He would let him play his games. But now that Ichigaki was out of his way, Yusuke stormed through the exit and into the hall. Whirling around to face the man, he so dearly wanted to shoot, to punch, anything. But it would cause too much of a commotion.
Ichigaki scurried to the doorway to look after the detective, and grinned madly.
"I'll find out what you did to me eventually, and when I do I'm comin' back to kick your ass." Flashing his middle finger as a last goodbye, Yusuke stalked off, intending to find someone--most likely Kurama--to share this new discovery with.
Ichigaki howled with his horrible laughter, and shut the door to the boy's back.