Sterotypes

Okay, I appologize to everyone who already read my previous bitch fest, I just take this a little personally, and want everyone to be happy, so I went back and changed the story a little, so you don't mistake Kuwabara for being homophobic in this story, because he really isn't and I never even thought of him as being so in here, so when someone got angry for something that I didn't do... I went a little out of it, but I'm feeling better and I think I fixed the problem.

Once again, I do appologize.

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To everyone else I thank you very much for reading my story.

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Chapter 2: The Perfect Student

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Early morning alarms awoke the slumbering redhead. It would be another day as this person named ‘Shuichi’ that Kurama had been raised to be. It wasn’t who he wanted to be, though. He knew that this ‘perfect child’ wasn’t supposed to be him, but he couldn’t seem to find any other way out of the life he had been born into. He loved his mother very much and would do anything just to see her happy, and if it meant that he had to pretend to be someone else then he would do so to the day he died.

“Are you awake, Shuichi?” the soft voice asked from the other side of the wooden door.

“Yes, Mother,” he responded cheerily, as he did every single morning.

It was the same thing every day for the past seventeen years; wake up early, eat breakfast with Mother unless she had to work early, go to school where he was praised everyday for his grades, intelligence, athletics, and beauty. He was constantly surrounded by ‘friends’, and he felt like killing every single one of them almost half the time. Usually they asked to copy his homework or to have private ‘study sessions’ all the time. None of them really cared if he were sick and dying. He was their trophy friend to help them become popular.

He hated them, he admitted to himself sadly every morning before going off to join them on their walk to school, and sat with them during lunch. He didn’t really know any of them, and none of them really knew him. Even his girlfriend didn’t know how he really thought, what he actually felt about the world around him, the people that crowded him, even Maya herself. They were all fakes. None of them mattered to Kurama. Kurama, the name he had created for himself from a story he read years ago, but only a few people ever called him that… Kurama wasn’t the name of the perfect son, student, friend, and boyfriend.

“Shuichi? Are you okay? You seem really out of it.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Maya ran a hand through the long red hair that she had come to love.

“Yes, please, I’m just a little tired. Genkai has asked me to help tutor one of her students today after school, so I won’t be able to go out with you and the others.”

“Oh no,” she pouted, “that really sucks.”

Kurama just shrugged, “It will be better for my college applications. I can always see you tomorrow.”

“Why don’t I wait until you’re done with your tutoring?”

“No, that’s okay, I have to get home to help my mother with some chores I promised her this morning,” he lied easily.

“I can wait to walk home with you.”

“I’d rather if you didn’t have to wait around.”

“Really, Shuichi, it’s no problem.”

With a heavy sigh, Kurama shrugged.

“Oh, we had better get to class,” the warning bell went off and she leaned over to kiss her boyfriend on the cheek, “I’ll see you after your tutoring in the library, okay?”

“Yes, sure,” he sighed.

“Great.”

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After cleaning up the chemistry lab up, Kurama quickly made his way to the history room, where he promised to meet with Genkai and who ever it was that he was supposed to tutor.

‘Oh, no,’ he thought to himself as he walked into the classroom, ‘Great, a football player.’ He instantly recognized the short quarterback slumped in the front desk, looking as if he were about to fall asleep. “Sorry I’m late. I had to clean up the lab in my last class.”

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‘I can’t believe he’s asleep,’ Kurama sighed as the spiky hair tickled his neck, “Hi-ei!”

“Hmph,” the shorter boy slumped further into his chest with a slight murmuring. “You’re very pretty.”

“Who?” Kurama suddenly raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of him.

“You…” mumbled between the thin lips.

“Who am I?” he smiled. He wondered who the stoic young man could like, probably the orange haired girl that’s always following him around.

“Kurama… who the fuck do you think you are?” Hiei sat up glaring at the stunned redhead.

Anger and embarrassment filled the redhead. How dare this underclassman try to make him feel like an idiot? A small fight ensued, and Kurama managed to get the popular football player on his face on the ground, his arm at a nearly breaking point of an angle.

“You’re threatening me?”

“Mmm… Yes. Now tell me, what would you do if I broke your arm? Accidents happen.”

“I’d wait for it to heal.”

“I can break it so that you will never be able to use it again. Your arm will heal, but you will never be able to throw it the way you are so famous for amongst our peers. Tell me, Hiei, where will you go from there?”

“To court to sue your ass off,” Hiei growled, still trying to get out from under the redhead, “and then I’ll live easily off the check from your rich butt.”

“Who says that I’m rich?”

“Your cocky attitude. Now get off of me. You’re heavy.”

“I am not cocky, nor am I heavy,” he stood.

“You way at least twice as much as me.”

“That’s only because you’re half my height. So grow up, and maybe you’ll learn that not everything can be carried on your possibility of getting into football.”

“Hn,” Hiei glared at the redhead as he stood, not realizing the mistake that he had made.

“You speak like a cave man.”

“What?” Hiei snarled, “I’m done with this ‘tutoring’. Thanks a lot… Teach.”

“You are not leaving,” he held on to Hiei’s arm tightly.

“You may have gotten me off guard earlier, but you don’t actually think that you have a chance against me.”

“I have no interest in fighting you,” Kurama took a calming breath.

“Then let go.”

“Please, Hiei,” green eyes met the crimson anger, “I know that you don’t like me, but I would really like to help you get this done with so you can continue playing your game.”

“H… Why do you want to help me?”

“I don’t really care for the crowds, but I do like watching the team from the windows. You are very good, I would hate to se you have to quit due to something so trivial as a single paper.”

“You? You consider homework to be trivial?” Hiei scoffed.

“I consider it trivial in comparison to the fact you would lose the only thing that seems to give you any meaning in life.”

“I… it’s not the only meaning in my life.”

“Is that so? Do you really feel that football is your only future? Can’t you think of anything else that you might want to be or do?”

“… I’ve never thought about it.”

“Maybe you should. Do you even have any idea what kind of college you want to go to?”

“…I was hoping for a university in Osaka.”

“Osaka? That’s where I’m going.”

“I know.”

“I guess a lot of people heard about that huh?”

“It’s hard to go a day with out hearing some tidbit about your personal life that I have nothing to do with.”

“Oh, are you sad that you’re not part of those tidbits? Do you want to be my friend, too?”

“I don’t see why? It’s not like we have anything in common.”

“That doesn’t matter. It’s just nice to talk to someone who isn’t trying to suck up to me so they can become popular.”

“So why do you let them be your friends?”

“Because they want to be.”

“But if they’re fake, why should what they want matter. If they don’t care about you, and what you think why should you care about what they think?”

“That’s a good question.”

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~TBC~