Tsukishiro Yukito and Kinomoto Touya were two perfectly ordinary seventeen year old
high-schoolers who happened to be good friends. They did the things that all /really/ good
friends did--they ate together, had class together, went out together, studied together, and
occasionally slept together.
They also happened to be the idols of the entire female population of their school
(and half the male population, but that's not important), which wasn't exactly an odd thing
to anybody except perhaps a certain little sister, but she isn't important either.
One of them also had the bad habit of turning into a tall, slender, rather twiglike,
girlier-than-thou bishounen with floor-sweeping white hair and wings, with a former-Master
complex. The other saw dead people. That was not to say that he had an interest in
grave-robbing, nor was forensic pathology or morgue custodianism on his long list of part
time jobs--the dead people he saw were more along the lines of incorpereal, feetless,
generally transparent beings. And no, he wasn't a junkie, either.
Normally, this might have caused some concern on the parts of his parents, but since
his father was half of the mitosistical reincarnation of one of the most powerful magicians
ever, and since he rarely spoke to his mother (who happened to be dead,) and since their
/other/ child--the aforementioned little sister--occasionally dressed up in outlandish
costumes one would best describe as "floofy" (which wasn't exactly her fault,) and rode
around town on a flying stick in the company of a fixated classmate and a talking stuffed
animal, transforming supernatural occurances into cards (which /was/ her fault,)... well,
you'll find that there really wasn't anything they could say.
But apart from that, they were perfectly normal.
Really.
Authnotes: Totally the fault of being a bit sick and somewhat lightheaded, reading too much Yami
no Matsuei (although YnM and this 'fic have totally nothing to do with each other), and frozen
green tea. (Not my fault I left it in the freezer and forgot about it). Probably going
to just be another one of my started-and-never-continued 'fic ideas... hey, you don't have
to look so HAPPY about that...
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*ring* *click*
"Tsukishiro and Kinomoto Psychic Detectives Inc, may I help you?"
Pause.
"No... No, I don't."
Another pause.
"Yes, so?"
"...No, I don't /care/ who's worn it before..."
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. ... ... No, even so, I /don't/ wear lingerie,"
He heard a soft spluttering noise and a series of coughs from behind him, and hoped
that meant that his partner was choking on /hot/ coffee.
"Look, unless your underwear is haunted, don't /ever/ call this number again." *slam*
He turned around and glared. "I'm glad /someone/ finds this amusing."
The other only gave him an angelic smile in reply.
/My name is Kinomoto Touya, and I'm a psychic detective./
/That snow-rabbit at the back is my partner, Yuki. He has a mild split-personality
disorder, in that he occasionally grows a pair of wings and around seven feet of hair, and
it's mild because I've seen what /really/ bad MPD is like... Like that guy who would turn
into a three-tonne black winged lion if he was touched by a girl. Well, mostly by girls--we
found out his secret when Yuki accidentally brushed against him. Poof, instant spirit-beast,
just add water. Yuki was a bit miffed by that, as I recall./
/Yuki's alter-ego is called Yue. He used to be a glaring ice-block who didn't like
my sister. He has since reformed./
/.../
/At least, about the 'not liking my sister' part./
/Being a psychic detective may /sound/ like an interesting job, but we get more false
alarms than anything else. The last call we got was from a blind girl who thought that a
poltegeist was moving her stuff around, since every morning, nothing was where she left it the
night before./
/It turned out to be her ex-boyfriend. She turned out to be a dead shot with a frying
pan./
(*snrk* OKay, this is ENTIRELY Lizbyrd/Vrondi's fault. At least, it's her fault
for coming up with the entire Touya-and-Yuki-as-Psychic-Detectives thing. Who knew that
walking to the mall could be such an inspiring experience? The "three-tonne black winged lion"
is, of course, Teramazu-kun from Yami no Matsuei. XD)