- Chiki Chocolate -

Chapter 2: The Beginning

A/N: Arigatou na, Chel-chan! D First reviewers always need to be thanked!

; Mmkay. To answer a review, I didn't do a sequel because I'm stupid and couldn't think of one. XD I mean, Sancho 'n Zoek would've lived together, got real jobs, and lived happily forever after. Heh, maybe they adopted some kids?

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"HEY HEY! D How was your first day of high school, big brother? Was it cool? Did you get to meet lots of cool people? Were the teachers extra mean? Was there a school shooting? Did you get lots of homework? How big are the spelling words? Was the principal bald? Did lunch taste good?"

That little monstrosity with the big mouth was Saissa, my seven year old sister. Second grade didn't start for two more weeks. How does this little girl even know what a school shooting is? Go figure.

"You'll find out when you go there yourself, sis."

";; Is math really hard in high school?"

"...Well..." I didn't want to scare her with horror tales of factoring, proofs, and conic sections, so I bit my tongue.

"Tell me!"

Mom came into the room. "Oh, you're back! Did you have a lovely first day at school, Sancho?"

"Um...good, I guess." ...Good was an understatement. Despite the horrible taunts, the throwing of objects, and the questioning of where the hell my wings went, it was a good day. Heheh...friiiiiiend. My face flushed a pinch. Friends are wonderful things! And I've never had more than one!

Dad sat at the dining room table, sipping tea and looking contemplative. He was an author, and I guess that gave him the mind to sit and give out random snippets of advice like Confucius. ;;

"One day of high school is the experience of a month of an adult life. Don't waste it." He raised the cup to his mouth and drank.

"Alright, I won't..."

But Dad has a dual personality. Instead of being all serious, he can be an airhead. " Hey, how was lunch? I made it myself! Aren't you proud of me?"

"I'll be honest with you. You suck and I hate your cooking." ...Well...I wasn't going to suffer for the rest of the year. 3

";; I feel hurt!"

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That evening, I got an IM from Kai. He's a lot more verbal online than he is in real life...you could say the keyboard was his true voice. It started off like any other: the usual greetings were exchanged, the "how's you?" was asked...but then something startled me.

"You do realize someone has taken you up as a love interest now, don't you?"

"What?" I blinked. Love was a chemical, nothing more to me.

"That guy. I swear, you're the only fag without a gaydar ."

Kai was the only guy who knew I was gay. Heh...I always liked guys, but I tested the waters with girls first and then realized it. Homosexuality ran a lot higher in demons than it did in humans...after all, we were born sinful beings. I hadn't told my parents, because they'd hate me forever. They always expected me to come home with some sort of princess that I'd take in marriage and carry on the family legacy with.

I wasn't your stereotypical gay guy...well, I tried not to be. Truth be told, I'm really femme inside ;;

"Um, Kai. I'd cling to someone too if I came to a public school for the first time. Besides, we only knew him for one day. Don't be so quick to judge other people. If someone took one look at you, they'd say you were some sort of suicidal freak!" I typed fast and furiously. For some reason, I felt a little insulted...I didn't know why.

"oo But I am. In fact, I just took my pills."

"...Okay, not a good comeback. But still!"

"Did you stop to think why he switched schools? I wouldn't call this kid normal, being so happy 'n stuff. I'm just saying you should look into him a bit..."

...er, what? I looked blankly at the screen. I had a vow with myself to never date a guy before college, or else I'd be discovered and killed, more likely than not.

"I guess your pills haven't kicked in I have no idea what you're talking about. Signing off...goodbye." I switched the computer off.

...

Why did he even bother?

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The next morning, I looked up wearily at the alarm clock. To my surprise, I gasp was on time! Nice, nice...I took a shower and tried to make breakfast, only to find the milk went sour. Before I headed out the door, Dad came out and greeted me. He looked tired, like he had pulled an all nighter trying to make a deadline.

"Don't we all love those situations where we realize how much we care for one another?"

"...Right." Smile and nod, Sancho. Smile and nod.

"I spent all night coming up with them. It was so much fun! o I love fluff!"

"Uh-huh." Smile, nod, go out the door.

I hated his novels. Rather, I just hated love. It always bites you back in the ass at the end.

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When I got to school, all Kai did was stare at me glaringly. He seemed angrier than he usually was...or maybe I was just paying more attention due to the events of last night?

;; By third period, I was so hungry...and lunch was 7th. Mr. Salls was rambling on and on about all the terrible books we'd read by the end of the year. Of Mice and Men, Romeo and Juliet, To Kill a Mockingbird...meh. Everytime I looked at some piece of classic literature, the words seemed to melt together and soon the whole page was unreadable.

Zoek poked me in the ribs. "Cookies?" I looked over at him. He was holding up a small bag of cookies...rainbow chocolate chip. I guess he could read my mind.

"Thanks..." Mr. Salls seemed to notice the cookie trade. From a distance, it almost looked like a drug trade.

"Um...you two, back there. Care to share?"

Zoek grinned. "D Okay! Can I go to my locker then? I have a whole bag there..."

"Er, you don't have to share, just don't eat during my class, okay? ;"

"But Mr. Salls, I have an extremely rare enzyme disorder! I have to eat something sugary or else my stomach enzymes decide to eat the organ tissue rather than take away from the starch reserves!"

Poor Mr. Salls, he was freaked out. "...oo;; Then why were you...sharing?"

Zoek smiled. "Because it'd be mean to keep them all to myself, right?"

The bell rang. D Nice timing.

When we got outside in the hallways, I looked at Zoek. "Was that for real? If it wasn't...that was freaking brilliant. XD"

"I've used it since elementary school Works everytime until someone looks up your medical records."

He smiled and handed me another cookie. He was such a nice guy.

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A/N: Oh, I feel good after a little piece of fluff. What about you?