Post by Kaz-chan on Mar 26, 2005 16:24:28 GMT -5
(Obviously this takes place at one point or another after the death of Sensui and before the death of Keiko...you fill in the blanks XD)
Ah…the pristine semblance that this school had eased back into in recent weeks, is was breathtaking, the temperate drumming of burnished uniform shoes falling along the whitewashed corridors. One Mr.Iwamoto leaned heavily against his classrooms doorframe as he surveyed the perfection that was his empire…and as far as he was concerned his alone. After all, it had been his duty to rid these perfect halls of scum like that Urameshi boy and his redheaded accomplice. Despite the fact that he hadn’t raised a finger against principal Tanaka’s force it seemed that everything had fallen into place one way or another. Iwamoto brushed aside the folds of his tasteless olive coat so that he might rest his thumbs against his leathery brass fastened belt. But as luck would have it (which it usually did) Mr.Iwamoto’s pleasant little reverie was short lived.
Another student, one capable of turning Iwamoto’s heavenly day into a hellish nightmare tore through the crowded halls dodging and weaving and making a horrible fool of himself as he bobbed bout obviously trying to locate something or other. He’d remained in physics after the break bell to request his teacher’s help on several commonly misunderstood quantum theories. This rather tall steadily built student now tried as best he was able to balance the amount of friction he was creating at the heels to that gained at the toes..this didn’t work out and dear Kazuma slid the last twenty yards across the smooth linoleum into the back wall. The book bound with algebraic formulas which had been nestled lovingly under his right shoulder slid to the ground with a dull bookish thump as did he shortly after. He had earlier borrowed the ‘manual’ from fellow patron Keiko Yukimora, though he guessed that she was already preparing for her next course.
Ah…the pristine semblance that this school had eased back into in recent weeks, is was breathtaking, the temperate drumming of burnished uniform shoes falling along the whitewashed corridors. One Mr.Iwamoto leaned heavily against his classrooms doorframe as he surveyed the perfection that was his empire…and as far as he was concerned his alone. After all, it had been his duty to rid these perfect halls of scum like that Urameshi boy and his redheaded accomplice. Despite the fact that he hadn’t raised a finger against principal Tanaka’s force it seemed that everything had fallen into place one way or another. Iwamoto brushed aside the folds of his tasteless olive coat so that he might rest his thumbs against his leathery brass fastened belt. But as luck would have it (which it usually did) Mr.Iwamoto’s pleasant little reverie was short lived.
Another student, one capable of turning Iwamoto’s heavenly day into a hellish nightmare tore through the crowded halls dodging and weaving and making a horrible fool of himself as he bobbed bout obviously trying to locate something or other. He’d remained in physics after the break bell to request his teacher’s help on several commonly misunderstood quantum theories. This rather tall steadily built student now tried as best he was able to balance the amount of friction he was creating at the heels to that gained at the toes..this didn’t work out and dear Kazuma slid the last twenty yards across the smooth linoleum into the back wall. The book bound with algebraic formulas which had been nestled lovingly under his right shoulder slid to the ground with a dull bookish thump as did he shortly after. He had earlier borrowed the ‘manual’ from fellow patron Keiko Yukimora, though he guessed that she was already preparing for her next course.