Baker stepped into the classroom, Yoshi right behind him. He was talking about the awesome movie he saw yesterday. He wanted Baker to go, but the blond was busy with schoolwork, and hanging out the day before was already a block in his schedule. Hisoki was one his phone, leaning back in his chair. He was glancing between his phone and the computer, seemingly checking something. "Hisoki!" Baker yelled, getting the teacher's attention Hisoki smile, turning his head to look at Baker.
The professor stood up while the two walked to their desk. "What's up, Bakery?" Hisoki asked, grinning. Baker had heard a joke his chorus teacher had told the class. Now he wanted to tell Hisoki. "Which one is faster, hot or cold?" Baker asked. Yoshi giggled from beside him. He had already told Yoshi the joke, which had the boy cracking up. Hisoki looked at him, thinking of an answer. "Cold?" He asks, hesitantly. Yoshi gasped. "That's what I said!" He yelled, gently shoving Baker. HIsoki chuckled quietly. "Hot is. It's because you can catch a cold." Baker explained.
Hisoki laughed, jokingly booing. "Man, how did that get me?" Hisoki questions, as Kai and Wafi walk in. They were right on time, the bell ringing. Huh. Baker's not shocked that Harley's not here, but usually Mago is one of the first ones. Hisoki seems to have the same idea, but shuts the door. "Alright class, let's get started. I wanted to take a break from learning English, to instead learn about the western world. So, I have a question. What is one thing that we do in Japan, that you think people don't do in the west?" Hisoki questions.
Yoshi was one of the first people to raise their hands. "I heard they don't eat fried chicken for christmas!" Yoshi said, as if it was a sin. Yeah they do, it's obvious. Kai shakes his head. "Yes they do Yoshi." Wafi explains, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Yoshi was about to counter him, but Hisoki clicked his tongue. "That's actually true, Wafi. People in the west don't eat fried chicken for Christmas. It's all just propaganda and marketing to make KFC seem cooler." Hisoki said with a shrug. Baker gasped. 'Really?! They don't?! So Japan lied!" Yoshi started laughing. This isn't funny.
His country lied to him!
Hisoki shrugged slightly. "I wouldn't lie, some westerns probably do. But most families eat ham and turkey. Not KFC." He was going to sue the country. Kai, who somehow got a lollipop, slid it out of his mouth. "I heard that Americans didn't have to wear uniforms." Kai informed, sitting up in his chair. HIsoki hummed, thinking for a moment. "Well, it depends. Just like Japan, America has a basic school system, and different private schools you can attend, just like Yokosa. However public schools tend to allow students to wear what they like.
"For private schools however it's a bit different." Hisoki explained. He looked back at his computer. "Hisoki, did you have to wear a uniform?" Yoshi asked curiously. Hisoki looked down for a moment, thinking. "No, I didn't. Most kids don't like uniforms in America, but I thought they were nice." Hisoki explains. Baker raises his hand. The professor nods for him to talk. "What did Americans wear as uniforms?" Baker asked.
Hisoki went quiet for a second time, looking down at his shoes. "Well, the boys wore things similar to you. They would have dress pants, a white button up, and a jacket. And for girls…" Hisoki's voice slows to a stop, as if his breath has been taken for him. Everyone waits for him to talk, but Wafi seems to get impatient. It seemed the teacher had powered off like a robot. "Hisoki?" Wafi asked hesitantly. Baker stands as the teacher doesn't say anything, instead continuing to stare at the ground. Was he even blinking?
Baker was halfway down the aisle when Hisoki seemingly dropped out of nowhere, collapsing to the ground. Baker ran down to grab him, holding the older under his arms. "Hisoki?" Baker asked again, this time with more urgency. Hisoki woke up, looking around, before Baker. "Is he ok?" Kai asked, standing up from his seat. Hisoki reached up, caressing Baker's cheek with his thumb, the student frozen. He giggles girlishly, slowly standing, Baker helping sightly.
"Thanks, Doll." She said,
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Harley held his hands in his pockets, pacing around the track. He had told Mago to meet him when the last class started. Where was he! Harley made sure to say it was urgent, because to him it was. He needed questions answered, and though he knew Mago didn't know everything, he must know something.
The tan boy jogged up to him from the entrance, waving. "Hey, what's up?" Mago asked innocently. Maybe he didn't know a thing, maybe Harley shouldn't tell him. Harley started walking on the rubber track. "Hey. Uh, you know how your writing an essay about Hisoki?" Harley started. He was, for some reason, worried about how Mago might respond. Would he close the other out at his time of need. He never cared this much, but now he needed to know.
Mago stayed quiet for a moment, as Harley tucked his hands into his hoodie pocket. It was crazy how fast Tokyo's weather could change. "Yes. Why do you want to know about it?" He asks, his voice stiff. Shit, Harley messed up. This felt like a mini game, where Harley had to win over the suspect. Harley swallows. "What are you writing about?" Mago doesn't give any reaction to the question, instead acting like he didn't even hear it. "What? Why do you want to know?" Mago asked defensively.
Sunday night Harley spent searching up a specific mental disorder. Signs, symptoms, treatment, anything. Harley stops walking, looking down at the frozen ground. He could see his breath floating away. "Hisoki has Dissociative Identity Disorder, doesn't he?" Harley asked quietly. Mago stops. He let go of a breath, turning to look at Harley. "How did you know?" I met a guy-"
"What was his name? What happened? Tell me everything." he hastily voiced, his eyes widening. Harley however, shakes his head. "No, it is not for me to share. I just need answers." He explains, finally looking up at Mago. His coffee colored curls make him look like a puppy under his beanie. His sharp, feline-like eyes with a golden sphere in his eyes. A small piercing right under his left eye, with his shirt leaning off his shoulder. "Did he tell you his name?" Harley nodded. "What was it?"
"Sahae."
Mago hums, nodding his head. "Are you ok?" Mago asked, his voice worried. Mago met Sahae? Harley nodded. "Does he only have one?" Harley asked, to which Mago nodded. "To my knowledge, yeah. He rarely talks about them at all, but when he does, it's always Sahae. But I could always be wrong." Mago shrugged.
"He did tell me, that Sahae was dangerous, that's why I asked if you were ok." Mago explained. Mago barely knew anything about Hisoki either, at least that side of him. "I am fine. Hisoki shouldn't keep this a secret, this could-"
"Did you steal the pills?" Mago asked, looking at him. Harley stares right back. He didn't answer, which seemed to have given Mago one. He scoffed, starting to walk back to the entrance of the track. "Wow, should I be fucking shocked. You literally are saying that it's unsafe, when you're the one who did this to him!" Mago yelled angrily, though he wasn't facing Harley. The tanned boy angrily stomped out of the track, Harley running after him.
"Fine, I will tell him. Right now, promise. But first, we need to get answers. If not this could end much-" Mago turned to give him a look. Harley silenced himself. THe tan boy grabbed Harley's hand, pulling him to the school. They stepped inside, the heat happily welcoming them. Harley sighed a breath of relief. It was freezing
"Ok, fine. We do need answers. But you need to tell him afterwards, if you don't then I will." Mago explained. He hated how professional Mago seemed. "How do you know Sahae?" Harley asked, following Mago down the hall to Hisoki's room. Mago chuckled quietly. "Well, good question. I have never met Sahae before. Hisoki won't let me. So I just go off of what he said."
221. Harley grabbed the door handle. He knew they were going to be very late, but he also didn't care too much. He opened the door, freezing. Hisoki sat on his desk with a ruler in hand, a small purple hair clip in his hair. He had his legs crossed, looking over at the sound of the door opening. "Uh…" Harley said, as Mago stepped inside. Harley stepped inside after him, shutting the door. "What are you two doing late?!" She asked strictly. Harley froze. Hisoki was doing a voice. He was sitting so femininely, leaning back on his hands. His voice sounded like a girl.
Wait.. was that a voice?