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Index
Zero Shot: [MG] Tabula Rasa (Sado's POV)[MariHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=27665.msg828708#msg828708)
First Shot: What is Love? (Takamina's POV)[TakaHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg885311#msg885311)
Second Shot: What is Love? (Haruna's POV)[TakaHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg907873#msg907873)
Third Shot: My Perfect Ikemen [Takamina/Amina] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg977860#msg977860)
Fourth Shot: The Airhead Effect [TakaHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg1055826#msg1055826)
Fifth Shot: Go Figure! (Part 1)[MariHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg1245832#msg1245832)
Sixth Shot: Go Figure! (Part 2) [MariHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg1245834#msg1245834)
Seventh Shot: Go Figure! (Part 3) [MariHaru] (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=29185.msg1266780#msg1266780)
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I thank Alexander for making my request and giving me an idea. I asked for permission to use his/her title and ta-dah! He/she let me! Thanks much! XD So here's my short first shot! :)
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What is love?
People often ask that kind of question right? Like they themselves want to hear other people’s opinion on the matter. It’s sort of…like an affirmation for them. That they themselves don’t know the answer and they sort of like to hear the answers of other people so that they can have an idea of what it is.
But…do they find the answer to that question by doing that?
I wonder…can I find the answer just by hearing it from others?
“What about you Takahashi-san? What is love for you?” All eyes turned to me, waiting for my answer. The sudden attention is somehow making me feel uneasy. But…there’s this calmness that I feel when I saw someone’s eyes on me. It’s making me feel that weird feeling in my stomach again.
It’s weird but…it’s giving me the courage to answer.
“Love is…a four letter word?” I smiled, shrugging. Okay so maybe my answer wasn’t THAT good. But hey, at least I answered it!
“That’s lame!” Miichan groaned.
“You could’ve answered it without a question mark in the end.” Mariko-sama sighed as she shook her head.
“That’s what she often say when I ask her that question too.” Atsuko smiled, shaking her head. Haruna just gave her trademark smile at the host.
Again, at least I answered it right? So why are they complaining?
“It looks like Takahashi-san still doesn’t have a concept on what love is.” The host chuckled while the four just nodded their head completely agreeing to what the host said. What are friends for right?
“Hey! That’s not true! I was just joking!” I defended but the four doesn’t seem to believe as they looked at me skeptically.
“Then tell us Takahashi-san, what is love for you?” The host asked again. I could see the teasing glint in his eyes, like he too doesn’t believe that I can answer the question besides what I had given them earlier.
Is this what you get for always joking around?
Probably.
My eyes slowly strayed at the five who is looking at me anxiously as they wait for my answer. It made my heart jump when I saw her eyes holding that teasing glint as well as she looks at me, expectantly. I didn’t show it, but I was confused at what I was feeling. Instead of pondering about it, I just took a deep breath and just gave them an answer.
“Love is…” I started and well…maybe it was just my imagination but it looked like they leaned a little bit closer towards me. Are they anticipating my answer THAT much?
“L-love is…evol backwards.” I gave them a forced smile and they just stared at me for awhile. It was only when Miichan laughed and Haruna giggled did the staring stopped.
“Th-that’s still lame!” Miichan laughed. So she says…but she’s laughing!
“At least this time you sounded sure. Though your answer makes me want to facepalm myself.” Mariko-sama grinned slightly. I think she likes my answer too. She’s just too…Mariko-sama to admit it.
“Takamina…” Atsuko said as she gave me her ‘what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you’ face. I smiled sheepishly at her as I shrugged. Hey, I can’t help it.
“I take it back. It seems Takahashi-san does have a concept of her own.” The host chuckled. I smiled smugly at him feeling a bit proud. Damn right I have.
I glanced at her and she’s smiling at me now, her eyes glistening. Seeing that, I couldn’t help but look away. I can feel my face hot. Oh God. Don’t tell me I’m blushing!
I shook my head slightly and took a deep breath trying to somehow calm myself. From the corner of my eye, I saw her frown slightly, probably wondering what’s happening to me or something.
Can’t blame her. I for one am wondering what’s happening to me as well.
“It’s always fun interviewing Akb48 like this…but unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time. So tell us, what Akb48’s plans are.” The host said as he looked at us. The four turned to me knowing quite well that it’s my job to inform the many of our activities.
“Well, you see…”
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“Good work. Hope you guys aren’t tired yet because we have…3 more TV guesting today.” Our manager said as we board the van. Great. Another sleepless night for all of us again. No way am I going to grow taller now! And yes, I'm still hoping.
“Now, where are Kojima-san and Maeda-san so we could go now?” The manager asked as he frowned while looking at his watch.
“Restroom.” Miichan answered while her head is resting at the back of her seat, her eyes closed. I glanced at Mariko-sama and noticed her blogging to her hearts content.
Hmmm. Maybe I should update my blog as well.
With that thought, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of Miichan who was trying to sleep. Smiling, I started composing on what I’m going to say on my blog. I was concentrating on it so much that I was surprised when someone took a seat beside me. My eyes went wide as I turned to look at…her.
“Sorry. Did I surprise you?” She asked a smile on her face. I quickly shook my head and she noticed that I’m holding my phone. I felt that familiar feeling again. God I hope I’m not blushing.
“What are you doing?” She peered at my phone and got a glimpse of a picture of Miichan sleeping. I showed it to her fully.
“Updating blog.” God I sounded like a caveman or something. Just what is happening to me?
“Oh. Hmm. Maybe I should update mine as well.” She smiled and pulled out her phone as well. With her being busy…maybe these weird feelings would disappear.
I glanced at her and found her smiling at her phone. I looked away quickly feeling my face hot again.
Maybe not then.
“Okay, now that we’re all here. Let’s head towards our next destination. It’s a pretty long drive so you guys can rest for awhile.” Our manager informed us as he closed the van. I looked at the other three and found them doing their own thing. One was sleeping, the other is looking at their phone while the last one is listening to music.
Maybe I should send out an SOS message to them just so I won’t end up talking to the person beside me.
“I’m done. I think I’m going to get some sleep now since I’m a bit tired as well.” She explained as she moved slightly trying to get comfortable.
Thank you God!
“Yeah.” I replied. Really now? Definitely in a caveman mode right now.
“Wake me up?” She said as she took hold of my arm. I glanced at it then turned my eyes back at hers. I nod my head in reply and she smiled.
“Thanks.” With that, she removed her hand on my arm and closed her eyes. I stared at her for awhile then at my arm. It’s weird but…I can still feel her warm hand on my arm. Her hand…is soft. So…soft and warm.
Argh! What the hell am I thinking!
I groaned slightly and turned my attention to the window, watching everything that we pass by. Updating my blog was soon forgotten. Somehow all thoughts about the person sitting next to me and the question thrown at me earlier plagues me.
What is love?
I know it’s one of the toughest question asked. And that no one can give a proper definition of it. Sure they have an idea of what it is but…are they 100% sure about it? Do the people who define it…truly know what love is?
Maybe…I really don’t know what love is. Or how to find the answer to it. But what I do know is—
Feeling a heavy weight on my shoulder, I glanced at the person beside me. I couldn’t help but smile as I noticed how cute she looks with her mouth slightly open. My heart beats loudly now as I stare at her.
—is that...love comes when you least expect it.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the warm feeling that the person beside me is giving. A minute later, I fell asleep as well. My head resting slightly on Haruna’s head.
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It's cute ^^ and you kept the suspens until the end and I tought it was Acchan lol
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Honestly i also thought it was acchan. But somehow my gut feeling were telling me the person is haruna :)
TakaHaru , new couple ~
Thanks for the update ^^!
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Squee! :inlove:
That was wonderful FOF-san!
I'm in TakaHaru high right now. Its going to be hours before I'm able to wipe this grin off my face. That was so cute/adorable! :wub:
So here's my short first shot! :)
I really hope you'll revisit this pairing in your other one shots. :cow:
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Aww, Takaharu is too cute. I started liking them after that event where they chose eachother.
This oneshot reminds me of Takamina's real-life account of how she and Haruna didn't talk to eachother for the first two years that they were in AKB. It then changed when Haruna fell asleep on Takamina's shoulder. :heart: :heart: Actually, is this one shot based off of that? :lol:
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^ oh yeah I rmb that
And when takamina brings it up on shows harunas like "I don't even remember" or like "takamina, you're so creepy" haha :)
Nice one shot! (:
Hope you update mendol fic soon haha
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whaha...nice fanfic.... i also thought it was acchan... wahha...
TakaHaru is nice pair.. but still TakaAcchan is the best...^_^
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TakaHaru is so cute! :wub:
is TakaHaru for real????
that's what i think! :D
hajime wa PIN to konakatta
chotto mendou na ki ga shiteta
kikareru koto dake damatte unazuita
ii hito da to wa wakatta kedo
marude TAIPU janakatta kara yo
nakayoku naranai tsumori datta no ni...
doko de dou shichattan darou?
watashi shiranu ma ni
koi ni ochiteta no
nani ga kikkake datta no ka
iriguchi wo omoidasenai no yo
HAATO gata UIRUSU ni
yararete shimatta mitai
donna chuusha mo kikanai wa
anata no koto bakari
kangaete shimau no
nanimo te ni tsukanai kurai
:nervous
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I was whacking my brains out trying to finish writing POFs epilogue that I decided to take a breather and viola! The second part of What is love of TakaHaru pairing is born. Thanks for liking the first one. :bow: :bow:
This one sucks so...sorry about that. :nervous
I'll update the other one next week. :)
Here's my second shot! XD
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What is love?
It’s an intense feeling of affection you feel for someone. A deep attachment you feel for someone…
…right…?
At least that’s what I often say when being asked that. I guess it’s sort of my script whenever that question comes up. I bet you’re wondering how I came up with that right? Well, I got that from a website in the internet. Hehe. Smart huh? I bet now you’re wondering why I’m being dubbed as an airhead most of the time.
Really, I’m pretty smart when I want to be.
“Haruna? Why is your phone on the fridge?” Mariko asked as she turned to me with her eyebrow raised, looking pretty much weirded out.
“Oh, so that’s where I left it.” I smiled sheepishly at Mariko who shook her head, smiling.
Like I said, I’m pretty smart WHEN I WANT TO BE.
She grabbed my phone from the fridge and tossed it for me to catch. I couldn’t help but squeal slightly when my cold phone touched my arm.
“It’s cold.” I let out a pout as I looked at my slightly frozen phone. Good thing it’s still working though.
“Of course it’ll be cold. You left it on the fridge you know.” Mariko smirked as she pulled out a drink from the fridge. She turned to me, looking at me with those teasingly eyes of hers as she closed the fridge with her feet.
“I wasn’t aware that I left it there.” I reasoned.
“I think that’s a better way of saying, ‘I wasn’t thinking.’” Another smirk from her making me roll my eyes in annoyance.
“OH HAHAHA. Very funny. It’s not my fault my mind is wandering around most of the time.”
“Actually, it is. It is YOUR mind after all.” Mariko grinned. She’s obviously enjoying teasing me today huh.
“It makes me wonder though about what you said.” The grin disappeared as she tilted her head slightly as if wondering. I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes thinking that she’s probably going to bring up the question as to why I’m an airhead most of the time.
Yup, that’s probably it since it is Mariko and all.
“You said that it isn’t YOUR fault that your mind is wandering around. So tell me…whose fault is it then?” Mariko raised her eyebrow at me, making my eyes widen at what she’s implying.
“Are you blaming someone for making your head wander around? Hmm?” She added as she took a step towards me, her eyes looking suspicious. I couldn’t help but step back as I shook my head and held out my hand, waving them as if to say no.
“Wh-what are you talking about? O-of c-course not! Don’t be silly!” I stammered making her look even more suspicious than earlier. I know I said that I can be smart when I want to be but…
…why isn’t it working now, now that I obviously WANT to be smart?!
“Liar.” She pointed out as she gave me an evil grin that’s making me nervous. Miichan invented the evil grin look, but it seems that Miichan’s evil grin is nothing compared to Mariko’s.
“C’mon, let’s hear it.” Mariko took a step forward making me take a step back, swallowing nervously.
“Who’s making our dear Kojiharu’s mind wander like crazy?” Another step forward and another step back.
“Spill it to your dear older sister. C’mon, don’t be shy now.”
Wait. Did she just say…?
“OLDER sister?” I raised my eyebrow, grinning slightly making her freeze.
“Kami-sama, I can’t believe that came out of my mouth. Ugh.” Mariko grimaced as if saying the word old is the grossest thing in the world. Well, for her it is. One thing that gets into Mariko is being called old. And for her to say it directly…well…just looking at her expression says how much she detests that word.
See? I’m not an airhead since I know big words such as ‘detest!’
“I’m blaming you for that one.” Mariko glared at me. I just rolled my eyes in response. I’m thinking of keeping my mouth shut for now since there is a possibility that if I open my mouth, she’d remember why she even said that word.
I’m thanking her age on this one.
“God, I need a drink.” Miichan’s voice could be heard as she climbs up on the bus. She stopped by the entrance as she saw us.
“Oh, you guys are here. Watcha doin?” She asks as she made her way towards us wearing her Shaku costume.
“Just finished shooting for our scene so we decided to just hang for awhile.” Mariko shrugged.
“Aww. Wish I could hang as well.” Miichan pouted.
“Not finished with your part yet?”
“Nope. I’ve got a few more takes. Man, it’s really tiring to be wanted and loved you know?” Miichan sighed as she shook her head.
“Hello ego.” Mariko mumbled as she looked at the side making me chuckle. Miichan grinned at Mariko, her eyes holding that familiar mischievous glint in them.
“Aww you’re just jealous that I’m focused on doing other things instead of focusing on you.” She wiggled her eyes.
“And hello delusional.” Mariko groaned as she rolled her eyes. I let out another chuckle as Miichan pouts. I glanced at Miichan and noticed the corner of her lips twitching as if she’s trying not to smile. I guess it brings her certain pleasure teasing our great Mariko-sama. I mean, you can see it on the way her eyes would brighten whenever they’re bantering. It’s practically their greeting now. Though it makes me wonder if there’s a certain truth in Miichan’s teasing.
I mean, they do say that jokes can be half meant you know.
Miichan was about to say something when we heard footsteps and a groan as someone steps inside the bus. Our eyes turned to the person on the other side seemingly frozen in the spot. She stared at us, her mouth agape. Her eyes hold that…familiar sparkle in them. A sparkle that…I can’t seem to figure out what it means.
Her eyes…is she directly looking at me…?
“Wow Takamina. You look…intellectual.” Miichan said as she looked at Takamina from head to toe as she is wearing her detective outfit. I too stare at her as well and I have to agree that…
…she does look good.
I frowned when Takamina suddenly blushes and averted her eyes from us as she looks at the floor, seemingly embarassed.
What’s that all about?
“Although Miichan didn’t say that, Haruna…I have to agree with you. Takamina does look good.” Mariko said as she nodded.
Oh, did I just say that out loud?
“Yes. So, please stop thinking with your mouth or you might say something you’d regret.” Mariko sighed as she smiles. Like Takamina, I couldn’t help but blush as well, embarrassed that I actually said that out loud. I glanced at Takamina whose eyes were still on the floor. Seeing her like that brought a small smile on my face.
She really does look good though.
“Haruna!”
Ep. Sorry.
“Anyway Takamina, what are you doing here? Did you come here to hang as well?” Miichan asks at the embarrassed looking detective.
“O-oh. Uh. N-No. I was just hoping I’d find some place to practice my lines…is all.” Takamina quickly said as she smiled painfully. I frowned noticing how she can’t seem to look at us, her eyes keeps darting away. She looks embarrassed and completely un-Takamina-like.
Is there…something wrong?
“Are you okay Takamina?” I voiced out my concern as I took a step forward. My sudden movement seemed to make her panic as she steps back, shaking her head. My frown deepens as she says,
“I’m fine! I just remember that I have to go. So…I’ll see you guys later! Bye!” She quickly said and made a run out of the bus, leaving us to stare confused at where she stood earlier.
“What was that all about?” Mariko asks as she raised her eyebrow.
“This confirms it then.” Miichan nodded. Our eyes instantly fell on Miichan, silently telling her to explain it to us. She slowly turned to us, her face was serious than ever. It was as if what she’s going to say is going to solve every problem in the world.
She looks THAT serious.
I couldn’t help but swallow the nervousness that I was feeling. My heart was beating like mad as I anticipated whatever it is that Miichan realized about Takamina.
It’s the moment of truth.
“Takamina…has fallen so deeply in love with me!”
Or not.
With our narrowed eyes, we gaped at Miichan who is shaking her head.
“I never expected for her to fall for me. I mean, I know I’m good looking and all but…I just…”
Surely she’s not serious.
“Kami-sama, how much ego do you have anyway?” Mariko rolled her eyes again. I nodded as I agreed at Mariko this time.
“You guys don’t believe me? Didn’t you see how she can’t seem to look me in the eyes anymore? How she’d easily blush whenever I’m near? Why she seems like she’s avoiding me nowadays? What her eyes is constantly saying when she’s looking at me??” Miichan replied as if challenging Mariko to say otherwise.
“It’s a sign! She’s in love!” Miichan added as she leaned closer to Mariko who actually looked taken aback by Miichan’s exclamation.
Takamina…is in love…?
I glanced at Mariko who looked like she was somewhat agreeing to what Miichan said. I guess she too notices those things about Takamina. I for one notices it too...but…
…Takamina can’t be in love with Miichan…right?
My eyes slowly made it’s way to the floor as I suddenly felt heavy. The thought of Takamina having feelings for Miichan...somehow brings me…an unknown feeling inside me. It’s like…I don’t want to believe it. Like I don’t want it to be true.
Am I…feeling…jealous…?
“Baka! We’re always together whenever she’s like that!” Mariko reasoned as she leaned forward making Miichan lean back.
“So are you saying that it could be you?” Miichan grinned at Mariko who seemed to be taken aback by what Miichan said. A slight blush suddenly appeared at her cheeks.
“Y-yes!” Miichan raised her eyebrow at Mariko’s stammering response. Does Mariko…want it to be her?
“I’m also saying that it could be Haruna as well.” Mariko pointed out making my eyes widen as I looked at her.
M-Me…?
“Remember how they chose each other as wives?” Mariko reminded Miichan as she grinned at her. This time Miichan looked taken aback at what Mariko said.
Me…?
Both turned to look at me. One was grinning while the other was staring at me in amazement. I couldn’t help but blush at their gazes.
Me? Takamina…might be…in love with me…?
“You’ve got a point. There is a probability that Takamina may be in love with Haruna here.” Miichan nodded as she rubs her chin, her eyes looking straight at me.
“I say it’s about 99% true.” Mariko nodded.
“Don’t be ridiculous! T-Takamina can’t be in love with me! She’s…she’s Takamina! Stop saying such nonsense things!” I reasoned feeling my face heating up as they still kept their gazes at me. Shaking my head, I turned away from them.
“That doesn’t sound convincing you know.” Miichan said as she sighed.
“Whatever.” I grumbled and began to walk away towards the exit.
“Where are you going?” Mariko asked.
I didn’t bother to stop and turn to them as I say, “Out!” quickly exiting the bus. The moment I stepped out, I let out the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. I kept walking with no particular destination in mind, avoiding people and the possible shooting spots of the grounds of the Majisuka Gakuen. Finally, I decided to stop, leaning my back at a wall. My hand made its way to my chest, feeling my heart beating loud. It makes me wonder…
…is the loud beating of my heart caused by walking or…?
“Uuuwwwaaahhhhh!” A groan came out of nowhere, making me look at where it came from. There I saw Takamina quite far from me, sitting on the grass under a tree, beating herself up as she holds a bunch of paper. The sight of her beating herself up brought a smile to my face.
“…Takamina may be in love with Haruna here.”
My smile slowly fades as I remember Miichan’s words. I frowned slightly as I stared at the struggling Takamina. I could feel my heart starts to beat loudly beneath my hand. Looking at Takamina from afar, it makes me wonder…
…what is love for Takamina?
Because I want to know so I can figure it out as well.
I want to know…if this warm feeling I feel…is love.
Removing my hand from my chest, I slowly made my way towards her, my heart pounding with every step I take. A small smile graced my lips as I neared her.
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aiaiaiai
so cheesy :pleeease:
soo good :on drink:
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Oh a sequel! Many thanks FOF-sama! :twothumbs
That was hilarious and so adorable. :inlove:
Mariko-sama and Micchan being their usual awesome selves. And is that a hint of MariMii? :lol:
TakaHaru is just too cute; from Takamina's adorkable stammering to Haruna's sloooow realization of her feelings. :inlove: :deco:
But how could it end their, I'm dying to find out what happens next, such a cliffhanger. It would be so cute to see them blushing and stuttering trying to confess their feelings to each other. :wub:
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FoF is back!
I really like MarikoxMiichan in this fic too. Haha its subtle like the other fic but awesome.
I know I've told you this before but you are an amazing writer :) looking forward to the POF epilogue
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I like de Miichan and Mariko duo ^^
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:w00t: Takaharu~ It's my first time reading about this pair~~~ 8)
They're cute XD and I like Takamina's response about love :lol:
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This is in response to Otochan's request in the Fanfic Discussion Thread.
Felt like doing it since this pairing is pretty rare. I like rare pairings. :lol:
Did a few research on these two and well...I came up with this.
Hope you guys like it!
This fic is full of exaggerations. So bear with it. :lol:
Exaggeration galore! XD
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My Perfect Ikemen
"In 8th place..." Togasaki trailed as he took hold of the envelope containing the name of the member in 8th place. You could almost feel the tension the members of AKB48 were feeling as he opens the envelope. Some were holding their breath, others were clutching their skirt, most of them praying in their head in anticipation for the announcement to be made. An announcement that would determine a members' ranking in the group. A nerve wracking experience for every member of AKB48.
The AKB48 senbatsu election.
It was a method that the AKB48 management came up with to determine who's popular and who's getting popular within AKB48. It was also a way for the management to see if the group is also doing well in the country. This is the first time that they held such an election. And somehow it didn't feel like it will also be the last. Something tells each member that this is just the start of a new tradition in AKB48.
A tradition that holds both negative and positive in each member.
"AKB48...Team A..." Drum rolls could be heard, a spot light goes to every member especially Team A members. Their hearts thumping hard, some praying it be them, some praying for it not to be them, the rest thinking nothing of it.
"Sato Amina!"
Some members felt relieved. Other members felt sad. One member was surprised as her name was called. She stood up, the spotlight on her, cheers could be heard. Her tears began to fall as she heard,
"Congratulations!"
Walking towards the stage with the spotlight on her...it felt surreal.
She knew right there and then that she would never ever forget this day.
The day she shinned at last.
The day she was 8th.
"Amina...amina are you alright?" Kasai Tomomi said as she placed her hand on the dazed girls shoulder. Somehow that brought Amina back.
"Uh...s-sorry. I was just...thinking about stuff." Amina smiled slightly at Tomomi who smirked.
"Yeah. Finding out that we're going to have another Danso episode would definitely make your head wonder."
"Yeah..." Amina replied as she looked at her lap. Sure she was excited for another Danso episode but like any other day in AKB48, her head would just go back to those painful days. Back then it was a blessing to remember it. After AKB48's single, Iiwake Maybe, it felt like a curse.
A curse that seems to have no cure.
"Any idea who's going to participate today?" Tomomi asked as she turned to the other members sitting in their seats waiting for the staff to finish preparing for the Danso episode. Most of them shrugged and shook their head to answer.
"I wonder if Sashihara is going to participate." Rabutan asked beside Amina, her head tilted slightly.
"Sashi?!"
"Yeah, she was here earlier yet I don't see her now." Rabutan looked at the other members chatting trying to see if Sashihara was among them. She frowned slightly when she didn't see Sashihara. Looks like Sashihara is among the participants then.
"If Sashihara is going to Danso...then that'll be interesting to see." Tomomi said, frowning slightly. Rabutan couldn't help but nod her head in agreement. Definitely going to be interesting.
"Well I heard Kojima-san is going to participate today." Harugon said making a few members squeal out in delight upon hearing her news. It can't be helped since Kojima Haruna is known to be quite handsome when she's disguising herself as a man. Proof of that is No3b's dorama Mendol Ikemen Idol wherein Haruna played Persona's handsome leader, Riku. Just thinking about the Persona leader brought excitement to the members.
Another great day is upon them.
"I hope they dress Kojima-san properly today. That last Danso she did as Captain Jack Kojiharu was such a failure. It's such a waste for Kojima-san's handsome features." Tomomi sighed, wearing a dreamy face as she remembers Riku. Most of the members nodded their head in approval. Amina couldn't help but be amused at the dreamy face most members have.
Looks like Haruna would get a perfect score if she ever go with Riku in the Danso episode.
"Why are you wearing your lovesick face?" Riku's image suddenly bursts from Tomomi's bubble as they heard someone's voice. Turning, they found Itano Tomomi heading towards them wearing a school uniform.
"The Danso episode hasn't even started yet." Tomochin pointed out as she sat down the edge of the stage facing the members.
"We heard that Kojima-san is going to participate so I'm imagining her wearing something handsome." Tomomi explained, smiling. That smile was immediately wiped out when she heard a scoff from Tomochin.
"Don't get your hopes up." Tomochin looked at the side, smiling.
"Don't tell me she's going for something weird again?"
"Not telling."
"Not fair!" Tomomi pouted as she looked at her friend who shrugged. So much for having a great day then.
"So Kojima-san isn't your partner Itano-san?" Harugon asked hoping that the fashionista would somehow give them a hint on today's Danso episode. Maybe it would also bright light on Haruna's look if ever the latter is paired up to Tomochin. If she is paired up with the fashionista, maybe...just maybe she'd be wearing something related to the school uniform that Tomochin is wearing.
Unless it's like Moeno's Danso episode that is.
"No, she's not." Tomochin answered.
"Oh." Was Harugon's deflated response. So much for a hint then.
"I'm paired with Takamina today." Amina was stunned at what the fashionista said. Takamina is going to...?
Her eyes widen at Tomochin who looked a bit bored, unaware of the dazed Amina staring at her.
"Oh?!" Harugon and most of the members exclaimed excitedly. Takamina, who played Kai, the aggressive Persona member in the dorama Mendol Ikemen Idol was also going to participate in the Danso episode. That's another handsome Persona member in the Danso episode. Surely there's no fail in that.
Let's say hello again to another great day then.
Tomochin sighed at the energized members. Typical that they'd get excited for this episode again. This is clearly because of the whole no boyfriend rule that the management has on them. Even though she too is under that rule, she's thankful that she feels somewhat indifferent when it comes to these kind of activities.
Apathy truly is a bliss sometimes...especially in cases such as these.
But then again, maybe she's not the only one who feels indifferent about these Danso episodes. Compared to the other members, it seems that Amina doesn't look like she's excited about the whole thing too as she's not fussing over the news about Takamina's participation. She's just staring at her lap, a slight frown on her face.
'What's up with that?' Tomochin frowned in thought. Amina, like Tomomi, loved every cross dressing event AKB48 has. She's a sucker for these. So why does she look like she's...disturbed about the whole thing? Is she disturbed that Takamina is going to Danso?
'No way.' Tomochin shook her head. She decided to discreetly observe the girl as Tomochin placed a hand on Amina's shoulder, smiling.
"Isn't this great Amina? We'd get to see two Persona members in the Danso!" Tomomi squealed while Amina gave her a forced smile. Tomochin resisted the urge to raise her eyebrow upon seeing it.
"Y-yeah. I'm so excited!" Amina's feigned excitement reply to Tomomi who nodded her head, beaming. Tomochin narrowed her eyes at her friend. Tomomi couldn't be this dense could she? It's so obvious that Amina is just putting up a front yet Tomomi is just gushing over what would happen later on.
Maybe Tomomi IS dense.
That nagging feeling that something is bothering Amina intensifies as she stood up and excused herself saying that she needs to go to the restroom. Tomomi's eyes followed her for a few second as she walked towards the exit of the studio. She then turned to Tomomi, her eyebrow raised.
"Is something wrong with Amina?"
"She's just excited about the whole Danso thing. I think she just stepped out just so she could do some major squealing and fangirling out of the studio. The girl looked like she's about to burst you know!" Tomomi waved off making Tomochin narrow her eyes at the girl.
"For real?"
"Yeah. Didn't you see her all shook up when you mentioned Takamina being in the Danso? Clearly Amina has it hard for Takamina Danso you know." Tomomi nodded wearing a smug smile. Tomochin frowned slightly at what Tomomi said. Is Tomomi...right?
"Remember back then in the AX concert wherein she said she fell hard for Kai while they were performing?" Tomomi added. Remembering that, Tomochin's frown disappeared as she thinks her friend has a good point. Amina couldn't take her eyes off of the Persona member that time. And she said so herself that she fell for Kai back then.
"Maybe you're right." The nagging feeling she felt earlier lessened at Tomomi's explanation making her to smile slightly at her friend. Maybe she's just imagining things then. The only thing Amina is bothered with is probably the torture she's feeling waiting for the Danso to start.
Tomochin nodded at that thought.
"I am right because that's how I felt when I heard Sae-chan is going to participate in the Danso episode earlier." Tomomi sighed dreamily as she remembers a few hours ago when Sae acted out her awesome bad ass self in the Danso. She is so going to pester the editing crew to make her a copy of today's Danso episode. It's a must for her awesome collection.
"I really don't get what's the fuss about, really." The fashionista sighed and shook her head as she looked at her friend who is obviously in dreamland. Tomomi looked at her shocked for awhile then decided to educate her friend on how wonderful the Danso episodes are. Soon enough, every member inside followed suit and shared their own opinions about the whole thing. Some squeals and fangirling could be heard making Tomochin sigh again.
Maybe she should just take back what she said and go with it.
'If you can't beat them...then just shut up.' Tomochin thought, her eyes narrowed as she forced herself to listen.
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Amina walked mindlessly at an empty hallway with no apparent destination in mind. Her eyes downcast and she looked like she's deep in thought. Tomochin's words about being paired up with Takamina in the Danso plagues her mind. She feels...heavy for some reason. Just the thought of Takamina dressing up as a man makes her feel...heavy.
Sighing, she stopped walking and realized that she was far off from where she said she was heading. Looks like she passed the restroom awhile back. Now that she thinks about it, where she is right now is so unfamiliar to her.
Where the heck is she??
Something caught her eye though as she looked up ahead towards what appeared to be an exit wherein she could see what appears to be a garden up ahead. But the garden isn't the thing that caught her eye. Rather it was a guy wearing a gakuran with a white bandana on his head and shoulder doing what appears to be some arms stretching exercise outside that caught her attention. The guy had her back to her oblivious of Amina's confused stare. She could also make up the muffled voice of the guy, due to the closed glass door and windows, who was somewhat saying something as he continues with his exercise.
'What is he doing?' Frowning, Amina decided to check it out. She quietly stepped out of the studio and just stood by the door just watching the guy. The guy was...cheering for someone...?
"Fure~ Fure~..." The guys' voice bellowed. Amina's eyes widen slightly as she recognize the voice.
Is that...?
"Takamina...?" Amina softly said, her eyes glued at the other girl. Takamina immediately turned towards the voice and found Amina staring at her. The latter girls' lips parted slightly as she stared at the little captain.
"A-Amina?!" Takamina exclaimed, her eyes widen in shock. The two stared at each other for awhile, blush creeps on their faces. One was blushing at the mere fact that someone found her practicing her Ouendan for the Danso while the other was blushing at the sight in front of her.
Takamina looked so...
"Embarassing..." Takamina groaned as she placed a hand on her face covering her blushing face. That seemed to bring back Amina from her trance, her eyes finally leaving the little captain as she stared at the ground.
"S-sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Takamina glanced at her in between her fingers noticing how shy Amina looked. She couldn't help but chuckle thinking that the girl looked cute looking all shy like that. It really isn't Amina's fault that she found her in an embarrassing moment.
Smiling, Takamina removed her hand from her face and shook her head.
"It's okay. I guess I should've just looked for a much secluded place to practice." She scratched her cheek thinking that the place they were in was pretty secluded enough. Makes her wonder what made Amina to come into this place. Was she looking for her?
'Nah.' Takamina shook her head, dismissing the thought.
"No. I guess...I just wasn't aware that I've been wandering around." Amina smiled as she looked at the side.
"Why were you? Wandering around I mean." Takamina asked making the other girl to look at her. They way Takamina looks at her, concern across her handsome face, made Amina's heart ache once again. She decided to smile though rather than show how much her heart aches. She didn't want to burden the little captain...again.
Not...again.
"No reason. I just wanted to walk around a bit." She gave Takamina a genuine smile. The little captain stared at her for awhile, her face was unreadable for Amina. It was as if Takamina was...reading her. Trying to see if she was lying or not. That gaze of hers...it makes Amina... nervous. She wonders though if Takamina could read her. What she feels...what she's feeling.
Could Takamina possibly...see it...? The reason why her heart aches...?
Thankfully, Takamina tore off her gaze to the other girl as she sighs, shaking her head. Takamina then pulled out a bunch of papers and held it out for Amina to take. The latter girl looked at it for awhile then turned to the handsome ikemen, raising her eyebrow in confusion.
"Help me practice my lines?" Takamina smiled handsomely. Amina stared at her for awhile, a slight blush across her face, until finally took the papers handed to her nodding her head and smiling back.
"Sure."
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"...are you trying to skip class again?" Ikemen Takamina asked as she stared at Amina, a slight frown on her face. Amina gripped the papers tight, frowning at Takamina.
"Shut up. Stop lecturing me. Just because we're childhood friends..." Amina trailed as she looked at the side. Takamina surprised her when she grabbed both her arm, squeezing it slightly. Her eyes turned at Takamina whose eyes looked a bit...sad.
"What's wrong with you? You weren't like that before. You were so serious and you always worked so hard. So why--" She pushed Takamina away from her, releasing herself from the little captain's grasp.
"Stop it! Nothing good ever comes to working hard. Nothing! Being like this...it's much easier..." Amina said, her voice cracking a bit.
It felt real for Takamina to hear Amina say those words. So real that she took a step towards her, uttering her name softly. Only when she saw Amina look at the script did she stop herself from going to the girl and comforting her.
Was that...just an act...?
"Stop worrying about me and go cheer on some other girl." There it is again. Amina's voice sounded so...broken. She's probably imagining it again...but...
Sighing, Takamina let out her Ouendan cheer again.
"Fure~ Fure~...A-MI-NA. Fure~" She stopped when she felt Amina grab her arm and squeezed it.
"Stop it. It's embarrassing when you shout like that." Amina let out a giggle as she looked at Takamina. The latter girl glanced at her, a slight smile on her ikemen face.
"I'm not embarrassed about it..." Takamina turned to her, a soft genuine smile graced her handsome features as she looked at Amina who felt her heart begin to beat hard and fast. This is exactly the part wherein the sound effects for the beating heart would be heard in a Danso episode. Amina somehow found it funny that it was exactly happening to her. But she didn't laugh, nor did she smile. She just stared at Takamina blankly, her lips slightly open as she waits for Takamina's finishing blow.
That final blow that would definitely make a woman's heart beat like hers.
"That's because...I will always be your number one supporter...Amina." Amina's eyes widen as she stares at Takamina upon hearing her gentle voice. That voice that calmed her back then. She suddenly remembered her curse, the first time she watched the Iiwake Maybe PV and how Takamina followed her and dragged her towards the restroom, locking themselves inside just so Amina would let it all out. Let out all her feelings of anguish and frustration because as Takamina said at that time...
...if she doesn't let it all out it'll just continue to eat her up, making her feel miserable forever.
"Amina...?" Takamina placed her hand on Amina's shoulder. She frowned slightly as she noticed the tears forming in the dazed girl eyes. Takamina's finishing blow...it brought tears to Amina's eyes. Amina didn't fight the tears that escaped her eyes, letting them fall.
"I...I'm s-sorry...I..." She tries to explain but was cut off as Takamina quickly pulled her, engulfing her in a hug. Amina turned her face slightly, her lips grazed the ikemen's cheek. She wonders if Takamina was bothered by it. If she is...she didn't seem to be showing it.
"Takami--"
"It's okay." Takamina softly said, trying not to shiver as she felt Amina's warm breath against her skin. She tries to calm herself feeling a bit uncomfortable with the situation she's in. Hopefully Amina doesn't notice it as she tightened her hold on the girl.
"I know it still hurts...and it's okay. It'll just disappear someday. I'm sure of it." Takamina whispered, caressing the girls' back. She felt Amina nod her head making her smile slightly.
"Till then...just continue to do your best, alright?" Amina let out a whimper at what Takamina said. She placed her forehead on the other girls' shoulder, crying softly. The ikemen continues to caress her back, comforting her. She felt the other girl let out a sigh then whispered,
"I meant what I said. I will be your number one supporter, so please don't give up."
Amina slowly pushed herself slightly away from Takamina's embrace to look at her. Takamina smiled at Amina, one hand remained on Amina's waist while the other made its way to her cheek, wiping a her tears away.
Takamina looked so ikemen.
"And if you feel the need to just...let it all out...you can count on me. I'd gladly be your shoulder to cry on." A grin crept onto Takamina as she saw the dazed look Amina has. It looked cute. It was like she's contemplating on something....something that's oddly making her lean closer and closer to the ikemen's face...until finally...reaching for its destination.
The ikemen's lips.
Amina is...kissing her!
Takamina's eyes widen as she felt Amina's lips on hers. The latter girl's lips began to move against her making the ikemen freeze, her mind in a jumble as she panics. Should she reciprocate?? Or maybe just stay still?? Or maybe she should push the girl away and run! But...but that'll definitely hurt Amina and well...she doesn't want to hurt her. But...she's kissing her right now! What the hell should she do?! H-how did it...come to this?!!
Luckily, Amina somehow sensed the inner turmoil of the ikemen and pulled away quickly as if realizing what she's doing. Their kiss only took a few seconds.
A few seconds that somehow felt longer for the two.
The two stared at each other. Their eyes wide, their faces beet red at what just happened. Panic seems to surge through them as they continue to stare at each other, unsure of what to do or what to say. It seemed that luck is on their side again as Takamina's phone began to ring, making them jump as it breaks their silence. With her hand shaking a bit, Takamina fished for her phone and answered it.
"H-h-he-hello...?" She stuttered, looking at the ground trying to avoid Amina's eyes. The latter seems to be doing the same thing as she looked at the side, fidgeting at her skirt. She couldn't believe it. She kissed...Takamina! She...she finally did what Takamina said.
She finally let it out.
Her hand slowly made its way to her lips as she remembers the feeling of Takamina's lips. Back then, when Takamina was comforting her in the restroom after she cried her eyes out, Amina had the urge to kiss Takamina when she pulled away from the little captain's embrace. The only thing that made her hold back that urge?
It's the thought of kissing Takamina with a different meaning to it.
She didn't want to kiss Takamina because she wants to thank her, nor did she want to kiss her for fun. No...for her...it was different.
And it scares her that it was different.
Her eyes slowly made its way to Takamina who just finished her phone call. The ikemen froze the moment Amina's eyes met hers.
"We...kissed." Amina whispered as if in awe making Takamina blush harder.
"S-so we have..." Takamina replied, as she looked away from Amina, scratching the back of her neck.
"I...I'm sorry!!" Amina suddenly exclaimed as she bowed, surprising Takamina who looked at her with her eyebrow raised.
"I'm sorry I kissed you! I'm sorry!"
"Uh...you don't need to apologize! Really!" Takamina said as she stepped towards the girl pushing her to stand normally. Amina truly looked sorry at what happened. She could somehow understand the girl but...it felt somehow wrong for Amina to apologize. It didn't feel right for Takamina.
"I just don't know why..."
"It's okay. I think you just...got caught up in the moment." Takamina smiled, her nervousness slowly disappearing as Amina finally looked at her.
"Plus it's not like other members don't kiss me." The ikemen chuckled remembering countless of kisses done to her by other members.
"But I gotta say...your kiss was a lot different from the others. A good different that is." Takamina added softly. Somehow, hearing that made Amina to smile slightly. The two smiled at each other for awhile, happy that despite what happened earlier, they could still smile at each other.
Takamina took a deep breath and placed both her hands to her waist.
"Right. So...Tomochin just called me and said that I should go back to the dressing room so we could rehearse."
"Okay."
"You don't mind me going first...right?" Takamina asked grinning slightly. Seeing that usual grin she has, somehow brought a full a smile on Amina's face.
"I don't mind. Go practice on being the perfect ikemen."
Takamina scoffed.
"I think I have to cross a mountain to be a perfect ikemen. See you later then!" She gave Amina a salute then jogged towards the exit. The ikemen stopped though when Amina called out to her. She turned towards the other girl, confused.
"Thank you, Takamina. For everything." Amina smiled sweetly at Takamina who smiled back.
"Anytime!" With that, the ikemen gave her another salute and ran to where the fasionista is, leaving Amina to stare at her retreating form.
"For me...you already are the perfect ikemen."
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"So...what do you think Amina?" Sata asked. The camera and other members turned to her, waiting for her opinion.
"Well, this is just my opinion but honestly, I've never really seen Takamina as a woman.
She's actually my number one on my 'I want her to be my boyfriend' list. So right now, I'm really looking forward to it." Amina smiled, remembering her perfect ikemen.
Her perfect ikemen heard her on the other side, her eyes narrowed at what Amina said about her.
"But I am a woman." She sighs.
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Wow wow! Takamina and Amina XD
It's nice :thumbsup and cute :wub: :inlove:
I like it :twothumbs :twothumbs
Thank you for the Update :)
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is so nice :wub: :wub: :wub:
Love it >_______< TakaminaxAmina is so cutee :inlove: :inlove:
Thank you FoF sama honto ni Arigatou!!!! :bow:
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Oh not an usual pairing but it's great ^^
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i love atsumina
but i think this scene can perfect fit in that danso episode because yeah everybody kiss takamina jajja
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I...I'm alive?! :shocked
Yeah, I'm shocked as well. :lol:
I think some bug bit me earlier that made me go all, 'OMG I want to write. Efff the effing projects that I have to finish.' :lol:
I'll try to update the other 2 when another bug bites me.
This is a 2/3 shot fic. Enjoy! :)
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The Airhead Effect
A girl let out a soft cry of displeasure as she walked briskly into the halls of Akihabara High. She gritted her teeth, a drop of sweat streamed down the side of her face as the noise around her continues. Ignoring the curious stares thrown at her, she made way towards the principal's office.
"Oh? Our first customer? Isn't it a bit early for you to break the rules?" Was what the middle aged woman said as the girl entered the office. The girl was tempted to raise her eyebrow at the woman as she stares at her for a few seconds, thinking how judgmental the woman is. She decided against it though and instead she gave the woman a meek reply, "I'm the new student, Takahashi Minami."
"Oh. The special one, Akimoto-san's niece right?" This time Minami's eyebrows furrowed, feeling a bit conflicted as she didn't know which bothered her more. Being called special and being dubbed as Akimoto-san's niece or treating her good just because she's Akimoto-san's niece which is obviously what the middle aged woman is doing. She knew this was going to happen. Nonetheless, she nodded her head and replied "Yes" as her eyes made its way to the floor. Hearing the confirmation from the girl, the middle aged woman smiled at Minami and ushered her towards her uncle's office.
"Akimoto-san, your niece is here." The woman said after she knocked on the door. Opening it, the two stepped inside to be greeted by a warm smile by Minami's uncle, Akimoto Yasushi, Akihabara High's principal.
"Thank you Imamura-san." Yasushi said as he stood up from his desk. Minami glanced at the woman who nodded her head at Yasushi still with a smile plastered on her face. She then turned to Minami giving her that same smile before walking out of the room to leave the two relatives alone. Yasushi motioned towards the chair for Minami who hesitantly took a sit, her eyes still drawn at the closed door. Noticing this as he himself sat down, Yasushi eyed the closed door.
'Is Imamura-san listening in through the door?' Yasushi asked through his mind knowing perfectly well that his niece would hear him. A sigh escaped his lips as the young girl nodded her head in reply. 'Ignore her.'
"But..."
"You don't have to worry about anything Minami." Yasushi gave the small girl a smile as she finally turned to him.
"I assure you, you're safe here..." 'So is your secret.' Hearing those comforting words and thoughts still made Minami feel a bit uneasy. But despite the lingering doubt and fear inside her, she gave her uncle a small smile knowing that it would overshadow her own thoughts. It should...
...since her uncle is not a mind reader like herself.
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To anyone else, the walk towards her class looked normal as she walked side by side with her uncle or rather the Principal of Akihabara High. But nothing's ever normal when Minami is around.
At least that's what Minami believes.
Those loud thoughts coming from the students inside their classrooms as they passed by became mere whispers inside her as she focused on her uncle's thoughts. A sigh escaped her lips, eyes trained on the floor as they walk while she listens to the deep and out of tune voice of her uncle who is currently singing an old song inside his mind. Hearing her uncle singing inside his mind, it's no different from what her family does whenever she's near them. They have been doing this method for years and well...
...she's getting tired of it.
The singing stopped as they reached her room. She unenthusiastically greeted her sensei with a half smile as thoughts of her looking like a troublemaker entered her sensei's mind. Her eyebrow twitched at that but she still kept the small smile on her face while her sensei sized her up from head to toe. Maybe she should get used to this treatment. Clearly people around here are judgmental when it comes to appearance.
The moment her sensei opened the door to her class and stepped inside, Minami froze as she saw the students inside, looking her way. Only when she felt a hand on her shoulder did the cold feeling slowly vanished. She turned and looked at her uncle who was smiling at her, comforting her through his mind.
'It's okay. You'll be fine.'
Looking at her calm uncle...will she...really be...alright?
Thinking that she really doesn't have any choice but to believe, she nodded her head in reply and turned towards the opened door. There she saw a few students looking her way just like her sensei is as she beckoned her to enter. She gripped her hands into a fist and clenched her teeth as soon as she stepped inside the room. She began to sweat as she made her way to the center. She began to tremble slightly as she stopped beside her sensei, eyes trained on the floor as she tries to push back the overwhelming thoughts around her. It was getting too much for her. There are just too many people. Could she...do this?
But...she wanted this.
Yes...she wanted this.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate.
She could do this.
She can.
She just need to...
Her eyes snapped open when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning to look, she found her uncle standing beside her, smiling. It was then she heard it. Her uncle's out of tune voice, singing.
This...this is what she needed.
Smiling slightly at her uncle, she focused on his thoughts, the voices around her turned to a mere whisper.
Yes...this'll do...for now.
"Takahashi-san...Takahashi-san...are you alright?" Her sensei asked, placing her hand on her other shoulder. She turned to her sensei and noticed the worried look on her face.
"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit...nervous." Minami nodded, smiling slightly as her sensei and her classmate's thoughts were toned down by the singing of her uncle. Her sensei nodded and told her to introduce herself to the class. She turned to look at her classmates and caught their curious stares at her. Though what she said to her sensei was just a cover up, this time, looking at the stares locked on her, she couldn't help but feel nervous again. She gulped down the nervousness that she's feeling and took a step forward. With determination on her face, she finally introduced herself.
"My name is Takahashi Minami, age 16. It's nice to meet all of you." She said and bowed politely.
'Now that wasn't hard, was it?' Her uncle asked through his mind, keeping his eyes locked at the students. Minami glanced at him and smiled slightly as he began to sing again the moment Minami stopped bowing.
"I'm hoping Takahashi-san won't have any trouble adjusting here. I'm sure everyone here would make her feel welcome, right?" Akimoto Yasushi asked as he squeezed Minami's shoulder.
"Hai." Was the class response to his silent request.
"Takahashi-san, you can take that seat over there." Her sensei said. She looked at the empty seat near the window and made way towards it.
'Minami, I have to go now. Will you be alright?' Her uncle asked as she walked towards her seat. Once she reached it, she looked at her uncle who was now talking to her sensei and the moment Yasushi glanced at her she gave him a slight nod. Seeing that nod, Yasushi eyed her for a second, obviously worried then turned to talk to her sensei as she walked him out of the room.
'Come to my office if you need me.' Was her uncle's last thoughts as the door closes. She once again began to hear her uncle's out of tune singing after that but it was getting fainter and fainter as their distance began to get larger. Taking a seat, she scanned around and looked at her sensei. She had to act fast and--
"Hi." A soft voice beside her suddenly distracted her from doing what she needs to do. Looking at the person beside her, she found a girl smiling.
"I'm Kojima Haruna." The smiling girl said then offered her hand for Minami to shake.
"Nice to meet you." She added. Minami looked at her for awhile then at the hand being offered to her. She hesitantly took it and shook her seatmate's hand, smiling slightly.
"T-Takahashi Minami. Nice to meet you as well." Minami frowned slightly as the other girl let out a giggle as they let go of each others hands.
"You didn't have to say your name again. I was listening to your introduction you know."
"Oh. Right. Sorry." She scratched her cheek and looked away, blushing slightly.
"No need to be sorry." Haruna again giggled. Minami glanced at her and found her smiling at her. This girl beside her...is very pretty...but odd. Why is she smiling so much?
"Okay class, pull out your textbook and let's continue. Kojima-san, please share your textbook with Takahashi-san for the time being." Their sensei said.
"Hai." Haruna replied happily as she pulled out her textbook. She looked at Minami and motioned Minami to move her seat closer to her. Blushing slightly, she moved her seat closer to Haruna without much noise. Haruna placed the textbook between them still keeping that smile of hers which Minami found a bit odd. Seriously, why is this girl smiling so much?
As the lecture began to continue, Minami couldn't help but glance at her seatmate every now and then. She just found her...intriguing and well...Minami didn't know why. There was just something about her that seemed...different. Haruna noticed her glances and turned to her.
"What?" She asked the other girl, smiling slightly. Minami seemed taken aback by the question that she didn't know that she would be caught. Scratching her head, she began to blush seemingly embarrassed.
"Uh...I just...uhm...w-wanted to say thanks...you know...for uh...sharing your book." She explained not looking at the other girl who again giggled.
"It's okay. I'm just making you feel welcome, you know." She smiled for the nth time. Despite the embarrassment, Minami looked at her for awhile then smiled back and nodded her head as thanks. Those thoughts of her seatmate being odd or different began to fly away from her mind.
Kojima Haruna isn't odd or different. She's just...friendly.
Smiling, both of them turned back to the textbook and began to listen to the lecture.
Maybe this whole school thing wouldn't be so bad after all. With a person like Kojima Haruna, Minami couldn't help but wonder what made her feel so nervous in the...first.............place......?
Minami's eyes suddenly went wide in realization. She glanced at the person beside her and found her smiling at her textbook. Now it dawned to her why she felt Kojima Haruna was different.
It wasn't because she smiles so much.
Nor is it because she's friendly towards her unlike the judgmental people she met earlier.
No...Kojima Haruna is different to Minami...
...because she can't read her mind.
TBC
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OMG!!! :on lol: You're back!!!
You don't know how much I miss you!!!... Not in that way... hehe...
Wow :hehehe: a TakaHaru shot huh...
Can't wait for the next update. And for the other updates of your others fics too.
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OHMYGAWD. YOU"RE BACK. ... AND IT'S A TAKAHARU. ASDFGHJKL:LKJHGFDSFGHJKL THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR COMING BACK.. :bow: and also for the OS.
*BRB READING. (I'll just edit this later for my comment. lol)
and btw, what about POF? :nervous
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:cow: Takaharu!!! :bow: Thank you so much !!!
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FoF-san! I missed you!
:thumbsup great fic as always!
ArígatoU! :kneelbow:
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Title: Go Figure (1/3)
Rating: PG-13/R (?) Dunno really. ^^;
Pairing: MariHaru
Total words used: 5,065
AN: This was actually supposed to be a drabble. I wanted to try drabbling…but it went long. Too long. ^^; Anyway, I came across the ‘ImageyourOTP’ blog here and read some of them. I found a couple of good things and choose this one. So i ended up writing this during my free time. I know I should write for the other fic, but you know… ^^; Got inspired with the oldie but goodie song Go Figure by Everlife. Plus I turned this into a song fic. I wanted to try something different but at the same time something familiar. lol
Anyway, enjoy this nonsense for now!
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many thanks to yanouchi for the poster
~Just when you learned the game of life
All the rules change overnight
Whoa, whoa go figure~
“You nervous?” Yukarin asked the person beside her who was busy playing with the cake in front of her, poking it with her fork as she seemingly try to draw something to it. With her chin resting in her hand, she stopped digging holes on the poor dessert and lazily gave her friend a sidelong glance.
“Should I be nervous?” She asked as her thin, elegant brow arched up in question.
Hearing the usual blasé tone her friend had, Yukarin couldn’t help but sigh. “Well, yeah.” She replied giving the other girl an incredulous look. “If it were me I’d be a wreck. I mean, you could be Prom Queen.”
“And that’s good why again?” She asked, as she turned towards her friend, keeping her chin resting in her hand.
“Prom queen.” Yukarin repeated as if stating the obvious which the other girl clearly didn’t get as she stayed unmoving. Noticing this, Yukarin once again let out an exasperated sigh. “Queen, Mariko. You’d be the queen of the night. Everybody will be looking at you at awe like royalty.”
Mariko blankly stares at her for a moment which ultimately made the other girl uncomfortable. She just didn’t know what was going on in her friend’s head, and with the blank stare she’s receiving, it really doesn’t offer much of a clue. The silence wasn’t helping either. Thankfully for Yukarin, the dreaded blank stare and the eerie silence offered by her friend ended after a moment and she can easily breathe again as the taller girl asked, “Do they call me Queen Mariko when I win?” as she cocked her head to the side.
Yukarin frowned, feeling a bit weirded out of the question. Still, she simply answered, “No.”
“Will people bow down to me if I pass by them?” Another weird inquiry from her tall friend.
Still she answered, “No.”
“Can I be like, the ruler of the whole school?”
“No.” Yukarin deadpanned as she narrowed her eyes.
“Will I receive a cash prize?”
“No.”
Mariko narrowed her eyes, not really liking the lack of benefits she will receive once she become Prom Queen. The word ‘lame’ immediately comes to her mind. Why would anyone like to be Prom Queen when it doesn’t give you anything?
“You will get a crown though.” Yukarin added which seemingly brought Mariko in attention, a grin slowly forms in her pink, glossy lips.
“Is it made up of real gold?” She asked, leaning slightly towards her friend in anticipation.
“No.”
“Is it made up of real pearls?”
“No.”
Mariko’s shoulder sagged at another negative answer, her eyes once again narrowed. With a sigh, she flatly asked despite knowing quite well what her friend’s answer would be. “Can I at least sell it for a couple of bucks?”
“No.” Yukarin exasperatedly replied with a frown. But wait. Maybe Mariko can, that is if she will…
Feeling a bit embarrassed about the idea, Yukarin couldn’t help but look away from the other girl, a blush forming across her cheeks. “W-well…you c-can make some money out of it if you…sell it to me for 1000 yen.” Yukarin timidly suggested, peeking shyly at her friend through the corner of her eye. Internally, she was dreading the fact that her friend would make fun of her for even wanting a silly crown, but then she got a surprise when the other girl simply said, “3000 yen,” stumping Yukarin with that outrageous price.
“What?!” Yukarin turned to look at her aloof friend, giving her an incredulous look. “3000 yen?! Are you insane?!”
“Take it or leave it.” Mariko responded with a nonchalant shrug.
Wanting to have that crown—for whatever reason—with a glare, Yukarin bargained, “1500.”
Keeping her lazy position, Mariko retorted with a grin, “2500”
“2000 along with the sash.” Yukarin negotiated again, her eyes narrowed to slits as she looks cautiously at the other girl who looked mildly amused. The two friends stared at each other for a while until the taller girl’s lips began twitching trying not to laugh at her serious looking friend. Upon seeing that, Yukarin let out a sigh.
“You were just trolling, weren’t you?” She asked flatly, her eyes narrowed at the taller girl who finally cracked and began laughing, her shoulders trembling as she does so.
She pointed at her friend as she says in between laughs, “You look so serious.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to win my dream award just once.” Her friend huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Somehow that stopped Mariko from laughing as she blinked back her surprise. Yukarin’s dream award? Yukarin wants to be…Prom Queen?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mariko asked as she sat up, frowning slightly at the other girl. “If I’d known, I would have just backed down from that and offer you my place.” And she would in a heartbeat. She really wasn’t into this whole Prom Queen thing anyway even if almost all of her classmates nominated her for it. It just seemed so…useless to her.
Now that she thinks about it, why did she even agree to this whole thing anyway?
Yukarin let out a snort. “Yeah right, like I’ll win that.” She retorted with a bitter tone as she rolled her eyes. “If you stepped down, then that would leave me to compete with your rival. I’m pretty sure that my popularity standing is nowhere in par with yours and hers.” Yukarin added, stating the obvious and main reason why any girl—other than Mariko of course—would likely win in being Prom Queen. It was because like Mariko, her rival was also the most popular girl in school. And surely, Yukarin can’t compete with THAT.
Hearing that simply stunned Mariko. Now she remembers why she agree to this whole Prom Queen business.
It’s because of…her.
“Well you’ve got that right.” Nonti suddenly said as she came back from the bathroom, sitting back next to Mariko. “Her popularity standing is pretty much imaginary compared to yours.”
“Hey!” Yukarin exclaimed, pointing her manicured finger to Nonti as she gave her a glare. “You talk as if yours is much better than mine! I’ll have you know, there are a few people who come to me asking who the hell you are!”
“Liar!” The other retorted as she slammed her hand on the table, causing Mariko and the things on the table to jump a little from the sudden action. Even the people on the other table couldn’t help but look at the commotion. “Everybody knows me! It’s YOU they have a problem remembering!”
“NO THEY DON’T!”
“YES THEY DO!”
And Mariko couldn’t help but sigh and slide down on her seat as another needless battle among her friends had commenced. Even in prom night, the two still find ways to irritate each other. It’s a wonder to Mariko how her two friends still end up being friends despite the harsh words and criticism they do to each other. As far as Mariko is concerned, these two friends of hers consider the each other as friends and enemies.
Friends and enemies…huh.
“Keep your friends close…and enemies closer.” Mariko mumbled to herself as she downheartedly stared at the messed up cake in front of her. Thoughts of HER just suddenly invaded Mariko’s mind once again.
Her rival.
Her.
“Hey, lookie who decided to finally show up.” Nonti suddenly nudge her shoulder, snapping her out from her reverie. Frowning slightly, she sat up and turned to look at where her friend is pointing at. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised to see that person she kept on thinking about for days now entering the grand ballroom with her usual smile along with an unknown good-looking man who was wearing aviators. Despite how weird that is for Mariko, her gaze just stayed locked at her, especially her arm that was looped together on her date’s arm.
Mariko clenched her jaw tight.
Her rival.
HER.
“Kojima Haruna.” Nonti said in a guttural whisper, her eyes narrowed to slits while she shook her head. “Like always, she looks amazing.”
Upon hearing that, Mariko averted her gaze and looked at her rival’s full appearance. Nonti was right, she does look amazing and glamorous with her light pink, floor length lace up dress that has a strapless, tapered neck line that creates the shape of a heart with fabric around the bust that accentuates her curves perfectly. Her hair that was usually straight was now styled with a few waves which somehow gives off a sexy feel to it. She really looked amazing to Mariko. But then again, much like Nonti said earlier…
…hasn’t she always looked amazing?
“Oh wow, is that…is her date Robin Thicke?!” Yukarin pointed out, her mouth agape in shock as she stared at the aviator wearing man. Robin…
“Who?” Mariko asked as she looked at her gaping friend who just suddenly turned towards her causing her to jerk a little.
“Robin Thicke! You know…” Yukarin said as she leaned extremely close to Mariko, giving her an incredulous look.
Much like anyone who unwantedly invaded her personal space, Mariko leaned back and gave her a forced smile. Or rather a forced smile that looked like a grimace. “Uh, no. I don’t know.”
“I know you want it, you’re a good girl…?” Yukarin sang out of tune and still, Mariko was drawing blank. With a frustrated sigh, Yukarin leaned back and held out her hands, still keeping the incredulous look on her face as she added, “Blurred lines…?”
“Your description IS pretty blurry.” Mariko nodded with a slight frown that instantly turned into a confused look as her friend let out a frustrated groan, messing her hair as she does so like a mad woman. It was an interesting sight to see for the taller girl. Yet she can’t help but feel slightly bad that she can’t connect the dots to what Yukarin was talking about. It can’t be helped since…
“You can’t blame Mariko for not knowing who Robin Thicke is since she doesn’t find Western Singers interesting.” Nonti said with a giggle. “Plus she was pretty much busy focusing on her little tennis matches to even listen or watch anything.”
Despite how her friend had the intent of defending her, Mariko couldn’t help but glare at Nonti’s choice of words. “I wouldn’t call the ‘Japan Nationwide Junior High School Championship’ little tennis match.” Mariko growled irritated, crossing her arms over her chest. She really hates it when people belittle something she worked so hard for. And calling it ‘little’ was downright rude for the tall girl.
“So did not mean to disrespect the champion of the Japan Nationwide Junior High School Championship.” Nonti said offering Mariko a playful smile as she held out her hands as if in defense. “Want me to congratulate you again for winning, Ms. Champion?”
Mariko quickly bit her lower lip, trying to restrain the smile that was trying to break free from her scowl. Only did she saw Nonti grin and moved her eyebrows did the threatening smile finally broke free from her lips. She looked away, wearing a smug smile despite the giggles from her friends as she once again easily folded just by hearing someone call her champion. Well she is, and like any normal person who worked hard for something she is passionate about and won through blood and sweat, she can’t help but feel damn proud of it.
So damn proud that she can’t help but gloat about it a little.
“Well, as for an apology, I wouldn’t mind hearing you congratulate me again.” She said coyly, blinking a few times while she kept her eyes away from the two.
“Uekara Mariko!” The two simultaneously exclaimed, bowing with their hands held up in front of Mariko whilst they stay seated on their seats. “We adore your amazing tennis prowess along with your magnificent tan.”
Despite the looks they were receiving, Mariko couldn’t help but grin at the attention her friends were giving her. And yes, with her playing out on the tennis court in the sometimes scorching sun, her skin eventually tanned up a bit. But to Mariko, it doesn’t look magnificent though.
The grin on her face slowly turned into a frown as she looked at her tanned arm. “Does it…really look good? I mean me being all tanned up.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure upon seeing how her skin seemed a bit darker than before.
“Oh c’mon.” Yukarin groaned out before placing both her hands on the taller girl’s shoulder, causing the latter to blink back her surprise. “You have absolutely no idea how much perfect your tan is together with your white dress. You look like a Greek goddess for god’s sakes! It’s perfect.”
And she is. With a front splitting, beading white dress that has a sleeveless one shoulder neckline that accentuates her long neck and thin shoulders; a elegant sweep train hemline that is perfect for her tall figure; along with how her short hair was had little waves on the side and tied in a ponytail; to top it off, her skin had this bronze look to it, Mariko indeed looked like a Greek goddess.
“A Japanese Greek goddess.” Nonti corrected with a smirk as she looked at Mariko who frowned and turned to glance at Nonti. She opened her mouth to retort back when Yukarin suddenly began shaking her, causing her to look back at her crazed friend.
“Don’t you see?! With you looking like that and you winning the prestigious tennis tournament crap—“
Mariko narrowed her eyes at that, still her friend continued her tirade.
“—you’ll sure to be Prom Queen later on! Nike and Adidas are even trying to sign you up for their tennis teen apparels which is a VERY big thing! Haruna is definitely no match for you now especially when they lost the cheering tournament and she knows it! That’s why she probably brought Robin Thicke as her date to somehow reclaim what’s left of her popularity! And remember? You promised me you’d give me the crown together with the sash for free?! Remember?!”
The shaking was getting out of hand along with her friend looking a bit on the loony, deranged side. Using her hands, she dislodge herself from Yukarin’s hold and pushed her lightly away from her with a scowl. “Okay, calm down you crazy. Take a chill pill will you.”
“S-sorry.” Yukarin said with a sigh, her shoulders slumping a bit. “It’s just…first prom jitters and lots of supportive friend energy. Plus I went crazy on the cappuccino earlier.” She added giving her tall friend a sheepish smile which the other responded with a glare while she massaged her right shoulder.
“As much as it’s fun to see you two horsing around like idiots…” Nonti received glares for that. Still, she kept the grin on her face as she rests her chin in her hand and pointed out, “…your hair’s a bit messy on the back. You should probably fix that before they crown you.”
Gritting her teeth, Mariko shoots a glare to Yukarin who instantly jerked in fear and blurted out, “Icouldcomewithyouandhelpyouwiththatsinceit’sallmyfault,” without spaces.
Mariko kept her glare.
Yukarin smiled sheepishly.
Nonti frowned at her deformed cake with seemingly acne holes on it.
Seeing this normality, Mariko couldn’t help but crack a smile. Despite them being in a grand ballroom, wearing formal wear and trying to at least eat like proper ladies; despite it being prom night, with the three of them going together at prom, it felt normal to Mariko. And that’s all she ever wanted for this night to be.
Normal.
Mariko’s smile widened earning her confused stares from the two. Ignoring the stares, Mariko grabbed her hand purse on one hand and grabbed Yukarin’s wrist on the other, tugging her to stand up and eventually began dragging her towards the exit.
“Hurry back!” Nonti told them as she looked at their retreating form. “I’ll be right here tending to my…messed up cake with…acne holes.” Nonti cocked her head to the side, looking at her deformed cake weirdly.
After a few ‘maybe later’ which was accompanied with a forced smile to her awaiting patrons who wanted to dance with her; as the two made their way towards the exit, midway towards the exit, Yukarin yanked her hand from Mariko’s hold and groaned out, “You know I have no problem being dragged in our school uniform—”
Mariko turned to look at her glaring friend.
“—but please treat me with respect if we’re dressed this formally, you know.” Yukarin motioned at her light blue prom dress before placing her hands to her waist still glaring at her friend.
Rolling her eyes at her coffee high, drama queen friend, Mariko conceded on Yukarin’s whine and went on treating her with respect by looping her arm to hers much like a couple would and pulled the other girl close to her, their shoulder’s touching.
Yukarin recoiled as she raised her eyebrow at Mariko, feeling weirded out by the sudden closeness they have. “Okay, that’s…that’s too much respect. Too much. Like, let go now before someone thinks we’re together or something.” She said alarmed as she looked around. There were indeed stares being thrown at them, and well it wasn’t surprising really since she was with Mariko but still!
“I’m appalled!” Mariko says dramatically as she tightened her hold on the other girl who was struggling to break free. “Didn’t you ask me to go with you to the prom as my date?!”
“Sh-shut up!” Yukarin exclaimed with a glare, blushing as more people turned to look at them curiously. “I did not! You were the one who asked us to be your date!”
Mariko’s free hand made its way to her chest, giving Yukarin a faux shocked expression. “Is this how you treat your date?! I’m hurt! My girly pride is broken!” She trolled melodramatically, tilting her head upward and placing the back of her free hand on her forehead.
“Mariko!” Yukarin chided in a loud whisper. “Cut it out! Stop saying that we’re on a date! You want me to get killed here?”
Mariko couldn’t help but roll her eyes noticing that Yukarin was indeed getting glares from guys and even some of the girls who were seemingly listening to their conversation despite most of them having quite a distance from where they are. It was like, everyone who was glaring at Yukarin hated the fact that Mariko was holding her friend. Or maybe it’s because some of them were just eating bitter candy since she just easily declined some of their invitation into going to the prom together with them by saying something tactless like she’d rather go out with her friends than with a date without so much as letting them finish their question.
Could be the latter, but in her defense she was getting annoyed at being constantly asked. She liked the attention, sure. But if the attention was like every turn she makes in the hallway someone would ask her to go to the prom with her? Then no. She didn’t want THAT kind of attention or rather exaggeration. Sure she did feel a bit bad despite the annoyance, still she prefers to go to the prom with her friends.
“Geez, obviously you’re not the only one who needs to take a chill pill.” Mariko mumbled with a frown, keeping her arms locked on Yukarin as she tugs her to walk again towards the exit.
“With you being dressed like that, I think maybe they forgot you’re Troll-sama.”
Mariko turned to look at her while they walk arm in arm. “Still, it doesn’t give them the right to glare at you and be all jealous. I mean you’re just my—whoa!” Mariko suddenly let out a yelp as her companion placed her free hand on her arm and abruptly pulled her back to stop, saving her from the embarrassment of bumping into someone as she was obviously not looking at where she was going. Turning to look at the person she almost collided to, she found herself looking at… HER.
Kojima Haruna.
“Shinoda Mariko.” Haruna greeted with a nod, giving Mariko her usual fake smile.
Mariko internally cursed herself before she greeted the other in the same manner. “Kojima Haruna.”
The two stared at each other for a while with their fake smiles plastered across their lips.
Their eyes held a different story though.
“I heard you won the tournament. Congratulations.” Haruna said, her voice devoid of emotions.
Mariko’s eyebrow twitched. “Yeah, I did. Thanks.” She awkwardly said wondering if she just imagined the girl gave her a genuine smile whilst she congratulated her. It was only a fleeting second so the taller girl doesn’t know if she indeed see it or not. Now she’s wondering if she should return the imaginary smile she just saw or what.
Shaking those thoughts away, she decided to at least play nice for the other girl as she says, “I heard about how your squad didn’t win. Sorry about that,” in a blasé tone. Yes, she opted to play nice with a little touch of apathy on the side. It was usually how they were anyway since that little moment happened a month ago.
Haruna noticed it and somehow eased the fake smile she has as she shrugs nonchalantly. “We tried our best, but luck wasn’t on our side at that time.”
“I guess you can say that.” Mariko let out a soft chuckle before giving Haruna a slight grin, somewhat finding her reply funny. They were just…civil with each other, just talking casually. Even though this whole change happened a month ago, she still can’t get used to it. It’s weirdly amusing for the tall tennis player. And despite the swirling emotions and warning signs going on inside Mariko that confuses her, she still can’t help but grin and be amused by this interaction they have.
The person beside her, Yukarin, was far from being amused though as she darts her eyes between Mariko and Haruna, frowning slightly as it seemed like the two were trapped in their own world. She was intrigued by the two, but then that intrigue just completely shattered when she glanced at Haruna’s date who was smiling quite handsomely at her. Well, she’s not entirely sure if Robin Thicke was looking at her what with him wearing aviator sunglasses, still, she decided to give the man a lovesick smile, batting her long eyelashes in an attempt to sway the man.
Unfortunately for Yukarin, Robin Thicke had his eyes on the tall, tanned tennis player.
The western singer licked his lips sensually before nudging his date lightly on her shoulder causing the other to snap out from her musings and look at her date confusedly.
“Dōnyū…namae.” Robin says to Haruna in a thick accent as he motioned towards him and Mariko.
Instantly understanding what her date was trying to say, Haruna nodded her head then turned to look at the confused Mariko. “Right. Uh, Shinoda-san, this is my date, Mr. Robin Thicke.” She introduced Mariko to the smug looking man who began fixing his tie. Ignoring how the look the western singer threw at Mariko bothered her a bit, she motioned Robin to Mariko saying, “Robin-san…namae Shinoda Mariko.”
“Tomodachi?” Robin asked innocently, pointing at the weirded out Mariko who raised her eyebrow at Haruna, interested to know what her answer would be.
She watches as Haruna seemed to be surprised by her date’s question, but upon glancing at Mariko’s curious gaze on her for a second, she frowned a little, pursed her lips for a second then stammered hesitantly, “H-hai…” to her date with her face flaring up a bit.
Mariko blinked back her surprise. She and Haruna were…?
“He only knows a few Japanese words. Friend is obviously one of them.” Haruna quickly whipped her head towards her rival and explained to the perplexed Mariko, who again raised her eyebrow.
“I didn’t say anything.” She grumbled, defending herself.
Haruna gave her a glare, opening her mouth to retort when her date suddenly intervene what he thought was a friendly chat between the two ‘tomodachi(s).’
“Dozo yoroshiku.” The western singer said as he held out his hand for Mariko to shake.
Mariko looked at the offered hand then at its owner, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at the confident smile the singer was giving her. Truthfully, she REALLY doesn’t like over confident guys that thinks he could sack any woman he wants just because he’s supposed to be famous or something. It was actually a major turn off for Mariko and seeing that the singer seemed to be exactly that, she was torn between brushing him off and taking his hand for niceness sakes. Yukarin seems to think that she should do the latter as she nudged Mariko and gave her a look as she motioned her to take the man’s hand.
She rolled her eyes at her friend before she turned to look at Haruna’s date and took hold of his hand. “Nice to meet you.” She replied flatly giving the over confident, aviator wearing man a forced smile. She didn’t bother to hide the disinterest in her appearance as the two shook hands. She didn’t even hide the glare that came after as the western singer offered her a crooked smile, his thumb began caressing the back of her hand while their hand stayed locked for a little bit longer much to the tall tennis player’s displeasure.
“You have powerful and lovely hands. I like that.” Robin said in english which caused the other girl to tilt her head slightly to the side, confused as she didn’t fully understand it. All she understood was the words ‘you’ and ‘hands.’ There was something about full? Or was it fool?
She has fool hands??
Before Mariko could further decipher what the foreign man said to her, Haruna took hold of her date’s arm and began lightly tugging it. “Yes, yes…nice hands.” Haruna said with a nod, giving the other a forced smile. Obviously, much like her date when it comes to Japanese, Haruna knows little English words as well. She often watch western shows so she can understand it a little. What Robin told Mariko, she understood it well…
…and she didn’t like it. Not one bit.
The moment Robin finally released her hand—with the help of Haruna of course, who looked a bit upset—Mariko glanced at Yukarin and gave her a confused look, silently asking her what the man said to her. Unfortunately, much like Mariko when it comes to English, Yukarin and English doesn’t mix too well which prompted her to give her friend a shrug as a response.
“So…” Haruna says before she cleared her throat, causing the two friends to turn their attention back to her. “Where are your dates?” She asked with a blasé tone as she frowned at the two. She was curious though since she heard that tons of guys asked Mariko out to the prom and one of them is her ex-boyfriend. Correction; cheating, asshole, ex-boyfriend. She wanted to know if Mariko took the invitation. And if she did, all hell will break loose. But then, she wondered if hell will break loose to Mariko for being with her ex or to her ex-boyfriend for being with Mariko.
Somehow she had a feeling it will be the latter…
Haruna clenched her jaw tight at the thought.
Not knowing the inner turmoil going on inside the other girl, Mariko tightened her hold on Yukarin—who let out a soft groan of annoyance—and gave the girl in front of her a smug smile. “Isn’t it obvious who my date is?”
Haruna didn’t get it at first. It was obvious as she frowned and tilted her head to the side, giving the tennis player a confused look. Only when she heard Yukarin groaned out Mariko’s name and began struggling to move away from the other girl’s grasp did she put two and two together.
“Y-yo-you…and…?” Haruna gaped, pointing at Mariko then at Yukarin. Mariko’s date is…?
“Yukarin, yes, we’re together.” Mariko replied in mild annoyance as she pulled her struggling friend to her. Despite the annoyance, she kept her smug smile to the surprised looking girl. When she noticed that Haruna’s gaze turned to their locked arms, Mariko quickly shoot a glare to Yukarin who glared back not really liking this whole thing a bit. Robin Thicke might think she likes girls even though he has no idea who she is since Haruna obviously forgot to introduce her, but still!
“You came with a…girl…” Was Haruna’s soft whisper.
“Yes, and is that a bad……..thing…?” Mariko’s playful tone slowly turns into a whisper the moment she turned to look back at the other girl. Mariko’s eyebrow furrowed slightly upon noticing the crestfallen look Haruna has on their locked arms. Despite feeling confused at the sudden change of behavior from Haruna, Mariko couldn’t help but feel bad for trolling her. Yes, she was merely trolling her and Yukarin as she just wanted a normal interaction. She imagined Yukarin being annoyed at what she was implying—which of course happened—and Haruna shooting her a look upon knowing that she went with a friend. She even imagined the other girl calling her a loser for being with a friend on prom night and gloating that she has a western singer as a date. That’s how Mariko imagined it, really. Haruna not bothering to hide the hurt and pain she feels as she looks at her?
No. Mariko didn’t imagined that.
Ignoring the little cogs that were turning inside her head, Yukarin noticed the troubled look of her friend and decided to intervene to help her. “Well, this is fun. But you know what’s more fun? Peeing.” Yukarin says before she began tugging her friend who looked at her weirdly. Letting out a sigh, she added, “Yes, Mariko. Bathroom. Peeing. Needed. Now,” as she began to push the bewildered girl.
Near the exit, Yukarin glanced behind her noting the dejected look Haruna still has as she looked at the floor. Seeing that, the cog inside her head finished its full turn causing a light bulb to shine.
“Well I’ll be…” She muttered with a smile.
~It seems so wrong to even try
But taking a chance never felt so right
Whoa, whoa go figure~
TBC
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Title: Go Figure (2/3)
Rating: PG-13/R (?) Dunno really. ^^;
Pairing: MariHaru
Total words used: 8695
Enjoy! ^^
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~ You have a dream
You wanna be
The center of the story
Just when you think it’s gone
You find a way to keep it going on~
“Okay, normally I wouldn’t mind the pushing if we were in our school uniform.” Mariko says as she took a side step to move away from the other girl and turned towards her. She glared at Yukarin as she motioned towards her elegant white dress. “But dressed like this? Please have the decency to respect me, will you?”
Yukarin narrowed her eyes at the obvious mockery her friend is doing on her performance earlier. She stay unmoving, arms crossed over her chest, looking unimpressed at Mariko. Oddly enough, despite her friend being a constant troll, she began to wonder why she would enact what Yukarin did earlier. Maybe she’s trying to show Yukarin how whiney she was earlier? Could be. Or maybe she’s just feeling a bit nervous since Yukarin’s little cogs—that most of the time were inactive—miraculously made a full turn causing the little light bulb that was full of cobwebs in her head light up like a freaking fireball.
As messed up as that is, she’d definitely go with the latter especially since she can still see a little bit of concern on Mariko’s faux glaring face.
Thinking it’s best if she confronted her friend now what with her fireball-like light bulb and her supportive friend energy high as ever, she grabbed her friend’s wrist much to Mariko’s protest and turned to where the bathroom is. Seeing that the bathroom at the end of the hallway crowded and is seemingly being made as a hangout by most women, Yukarin decided to go to the opposite way, dragging her tennis player friend towards the exit of the lobby. She kept her hand locked tight on Mariko’s wrist until they reached the parking lot, ignoring the curious gaze from the people they pass by, and of course the growls, curses and struggling her friend were making in her expense. Sure there were couples in the parking lot either making out or going beyond that, but Yukarin made sure they were out of earshot from anyone. Hopefully they are because this is one thing that Yukarin hopes no one hears or knows about for her friend sakes.
Unless of course, the person giving her a death glare gives her a definite and clear answer as to what is going on and wants to make it known to the public.
She wouldn’t bet on that though.
For now, that is. She’s wager on that later on.
“So?” Yukarin says as her eyebrow cocked up, her arms folded against her chest. “Care to explain that?”
“Explain what?! How you wordlessly dragged me out here?!” Her enraged friend asked as she rubbed her wrist, looking at Yukarin. “Shouldn’t YOU be the one to explain THAT?!”
Yukarin rolled her eyes before letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry, I just…I just want to talk to you about what happened in there without any of your suitors listening in or giving you the moon eyes.”
Mariko’s death glare eased to a frown as she averted her gaze away from her friend, mumbling, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” as she kept rubbing on her wrist.
“Right, so I just imagined a big, fat, rainbow colored elephant in there waiting to explode its rainbow goodness to you and Haruna.”
The frown across Mariko’s face easily turned into an incredulous look as she turned to look back at Yukarin. She stared at her for a few second until she nodded. “With how you described it and how ridiculous that sounds, I’m guessing yeah, you kinda did.”
“The rainbow colored elephant isn’t the point here, Mariko.” Yukarin retorted exasperatedly after she rolled her eyes. Shaking her head, she pointed her fancy, newly manicured index finger at her friend, saying, “The point is its name. Its name is ‘Tension’ in case you didn’t know, which I’m guessing yeah, you kinda did,” in a matter-of-fact way.
“Remind me never to let you near a cappuccino ever again.” Mariko mumbled as she once again averted her gaze, crossing her arms over her chest. The fact that Mariko said that weakly says a lot to Yukarin. Obviously, she was slowly breaking that wall her friend had put up. Good, because she has no intention of stopping until her friend explains why Tension—the rainbow colored elephant—looked to be about ready to pop.
“You know, Nonti said that you two have been weird lately and that she sensed some kind of tension between you two.” Yukarin said as she recalled her conversation with Nonti, frowning at the brooding girl in front of her. “Thinking of how you two always seem to be at each other’s’ throat, I just told her that it was just the usual heated tension you two have. She said that it was heated but in a different kind of way. I didn’t get her at first, but seeing that show earlier, I have to say; hello enlightenment.”
“Again with the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’” The tall girl grumbled keeping her eyes away from her astonished looking friend.
After blinking a few times from denial her friend just threw her, she took a step towards her friend and held out her hands exasperatedly. “Mariko, I just noticed the blatant display of her tension towards you while in the presence of a handsome man as Robin Thicke. In case you didn’t get the keyword there, it’s Robin Thicke. It was THAT obvious Mariko.”
Mariko bit her lower lip, completely aware at what her friend was obviously telling her. Yukarin sometimes does have a one track mind wherein she would zone out on everything if there’s a handsome man in front of her. And for her not to zone out whilst Haruna’s date was there, focusing only on her and Haruna’s interaction, quickly picking up the ‘tension’ they both have, then it must definitely mean something.
Something that she doesn’t to head into because of its complication that it might bring, but…
A hand on her shoulder snapped her back from her musings. Turning towards the owner, she found Yukarin giving her a comforting smile. She squeezed the taller girl’s shoulder.
“Remember when you asked me that weird question a couple of days ago?”
“What if Batman gets bitten by a vampire?” Mariko cocked her head to the side, a frown across her face as she remember her weird question, not really getting how it has any relation to the tension she and Haruna currently have.
Yukarin was momentarily stunned as she remembered THAT weird question. The three ended up debating about whether Batman would still be called Batman or Vampireman or even Batvampireman. Definitely weird, but…
“That’s not it, but I have to admit that is a weird question as well.” She said before she shook her head, trying to focus on the topic at hand. “It was the other weird question.”
“If violence is not the answer, why do we have to study History wherein we tackle wars and stuff?”
“No. The other weird one.” Yukarin deadpanned, her eyes narrowed.
“Isn’t Disney World a people trap operated by a mouse?”
“No! I’m talking about when you asked me if I’d go out with you even if it means I’d be a social outcast forever!” Yukarin groaned out in annoyance as she face palmed herself. “My god. How many weird questions have you asked anyway?”
“Tons.” Mariko heaved a sad sigh as she leaned on the car behind her. “But as corny as it sounds, that was the only weird question that mattered.” She admitted softly, her eyes trained on the beads on her dress’s waist.
Yukarin’s hand slowly slides down her face as she heard the dejected tone her friend had. She stood there frowning slightly at her brooding friend, keeping her hand covered on her nose and mouth. Seeing her friend the way she is now, it became clear to Yukarin that the tension she saw earlier goes both ways.
It was somewhat surprising to Yukarin. Sure the thought of the tension going both ways did cross her mind, but there’s a part of her that didn’t believe it. Thinking back, Mariko made no indication—besides her weird question a couple of days ago and the worry on her face earlier—about her growing feelings for the head cheerleader. She was entirely focused on her tennis match for the past couple of months that she didn’t bother to argue with her rival whenever they pass by each other. Yukarin could see that it bothered Haruna as she was being ignored by Mariko, but the latter just shrugged it off and just went on focusing on her sport.
So when did this whole thing happened?
“We had a moment about a month ago.” Mariko says with a sigh as if reading Yukarin’s mind. The girl in the blue dress blinked back her surprise as she removes her hand on her face, waiting patiently for the taller girl to continue.
“That was when coach told me that my swing was a bit off and that it’s because I’ve been practicing too hard, so he cuts me off practice for a week.” Mariko scowled. Despite it being in the past and her winning the tournament, Mariko still couldn’t hide the anger she feels for the her coach who just immediately barked at her to get out of the court for just missing one point. Who does that right? Oh yeah, her asshole coach does!
“The day when you sent us a message telling us to buy hand grenades, rocket launcher and a flame thrower and that you’ll meet us by the parking lot because we’re going to bomb the place?”
“Yeah. That was the one.” Mariko let out a soft chuckle before she grins, remembering how angry she was when she constructed that message. She was literally seeing red at that time, gritting her teeth hard as she sends the message to Yukarin and Nonti after she pulled out the things inside her locker with her still wearing her sportswear. Mariko clearly remembered how she didn’t take a shower at that time and just opted to go to the parking lot to wait and sulk for her two friends despite the icky feeling she has whenever she doesn’t take a shower after sweating a bit. Obviously, she was THAT mad. It was then while she was planning to bomb the whole school whilst walking the empty hallway did she hear someone.
Yukarin watched unmoving as Mariko’s amused face was slowly replaced by a contemplative look. The taller girl pursed her lips tight, her eyes still locked on the decorative beads on her waist as she recalled the events that happened that day.
—-
“Stupid fucking goddamn bastard.” Mariko hissed as she hurriedly walks towards the exit, gritting her teeth in anger. It just wasn’t so damn fair for her coach to just tell her to get a few days off practice just because she missed a freaking shot. It wasn’t fair! The finals is just a few weeks away and she cannot lazy around and do nothing but rest even though she knows the bastard coach is right.
Mariko let out a sigh at that thought, slowing down a bit. The glare across her face eased up to a frown as she held up her right hand. She pursed her lips tight as she looked at her hand that was shaking a little. Mariko’s wrist had hurt yesterday from over practice. But after taking immediate rest and putting cold compress on it, today it felt fine. Correction. Earlier, before practice it felt fine. The moment she held her racket in her right hand, it was hurting a little. She decided to play it cool since the pain was pretty much bearable, but then her coach seemed to notice that something is off and decided to suspend her from practice for a week.
“Smart fucking goddamn bastard.” She repeated with a relented sigh.
“—Shinoda Mariko?!”
Mariko instantly stopped walking upon hearing her name. She frowned at the open classroom a few distance away from her where the angry voice seems to be coming from. Why is her name suddenly popping out of an angry person? And why does that angry person’s voice sound familiar to the tall girl?
“Why her?! I’m your girlfriend! Shouldn’t you be taking me to the prom rather than HER?!” The angry voice resonated in the empty hallway causing the taller girl to narrow her eyes as she realized who that angry voice belongs to. Just hearing how that person snarl the word ‘her’ as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth is all the clue she needs. And what’s this about her boyfriend wanting to take her to the prom rather than HER?
“Let me make it clear to you since knowing that didn’t work.” Haruna’s boyfriend—considered as the popular jock since he’s the best basketball player in their school’s team—said before he took a few step towards her. She clenched her jaw tight, keeping the glare she has despite the growing fear inside her. If this big buffoon decided to attack her, she’ll just scream so loud someone would bound to hear her. But classes are long over so maybe that won’t work. Kicking him where it hurts and make a run for it seems to be a good idea. Yeah, she’ll go with that.
Haruna felt relieved but didn’t show it as her boyfriend stopped at arm’s length from her. She gulped the knot on her throat as her soon to be ex-boyfriend leaned closer to her, a grin across his lips.
“I don’t want you anymore, baby. I want someone else. The one you can’t shut up about? That’s who I want now.” The boy said before placing a hand on Haruna’s cheek caressing it, causing its owner to stiffen and clench her fist tight. He could tell that the girl was livid and that she could hit him any minute now. Still, he kept the grin on his face, leaned closer to the girl with his lips hovering close to Haruna’s ear and whispered, “I’m sorry. And baby, don’t take this the hard way, but you’re a bore and you’re terrible in bed. Maybe if you learn a few tricks you can call me again.”
And then the boy’s vision suddenly began blacking out as he bent over, clutching his crotch, groaning in severe pain from being kicked. He had anticipated the backlash from the other girl, but he seriously thought it would be a slap in the face, not a kick in the nuts. Obviously he doesn’t know the girl in front of her that well.
“Oh, baby does it hurt? I’m sorry.” Haruna said in faux concern as she crouched down at eyelevel at her ex who was wheezing out in pain. With a bitchy smile, Haruna placed her hand on his cheek, caressing it a little as she says, “And baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re stupid to not know that I was faking it. You didn’t even last a minute which is frustrating.” She slapped the boy’s cheek hard before she stood up looking down on his seething face. “If you learn a few tricks? Don’t bother calling me. I’m pretty sure it’ll still suck.”
She flashed him a snotty smile before going around him to head towards the door. Despite the heavy feeling she has, she felt relieved as she neared the door. But then fear once again struck her the moment she felt a firm hand taking hold of her ankle. Before she had the chance to look at the owner and maybe kick him again, she found herself seeing stars as she fell hard on the floor, face first. She could only groan in pain as she felt someone straddle her, grab hold of her shoulder and turn her to lie on her back. Firm, strong hands took hold of both her arms and a hazy figure began to appear in front of her.
“Since you put it that way, why not I make it real for you right now.” The boy on top of her growled as one of his hand traveled down and began unbuttoning her shirt. She began to struggle weakly as immense pain still radiates throughout her body. She closed her eyes shut as rough hands pulled her shirt open, sending buttons flying to the floor. She has to get out of here. She has to scream. She has to scream. Why isn’t she screaming? Why is she crying instead of screaming?
Scream!
Scream!
SCREAM!
…DO SOMETHING!
*Click*
“Yeah, this pretty much screams rape.” Mariko says with a sigh as she stood near the door, looking at the picture she took. Noticing that two pair of eyes were now looking at her stunned, she held her phone up and showed the picture she took. “And unless you want this spread, I suggest you get off of her right now.” Mariko added, giving the boy a cold look.
She watch the boy cautiously as he moved away from Haruna and stood up looking uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, avoiding Mariko’s eyes. With her gaze locked on Haruna’s ex, she walked near Haruna who began to sit up. Noticing that her rival seems to be out of it as she seems to be staggering a little, taking pity, Mariko placed her phone back inside her bag, crouched down beside Haruna, gently grabbed the other girl’s arm and wrapped it around her shoulder then slowly helped her to stand with her arms wrapped around Haruna’s slim waist. Mariko clenched her jaw tight at the feel of her rival’s body pressed against hers. It was actually the first time that they’d been this close. It’s a weird feeling for the tennis player, but she really shouldn’t think about that now.
“It’s…it’s not what you think it is. We’re just…f-fooling around, like always.” The boy in front of her stammered, giving Mariko a nervous, hesitant smile.
“Right.” Mariko drawled nodding her head before she motioned at the sniffling person beside her as she kept her icy gaze towards the nervous boy. “Because this looks like a person who’s looking forward to the two of you FOOLING AROUND.” She sarcastically said causing Haruna’s ex to flinch as he darts his eyes to the motionless Haruna who was silently crying, keeping her head downcast to the floor. Still keeping her gaze locked at the jock, Mariko tightened her hold on the other girl, offering her small comfort as she felt her shake against her.
“Can you stand by yourself?” Mariko softly asked Haruna, finally glancing at her. She clenched her jaw tight, bothered by Haruna’s disheveled appearance. Her hair was disoriented, her shirt was ripped open showing her bra, tears streaking down her pale face and her lower lip was bleeding right in the middle probably because of the fall. Seeing her rival like this, it tugs Mariko’s heart. Rival or not, Haruna shouldn’t be treated like this.
No woman should be treated like this.
Without looking at the taller girl, Haruna nodded at her question. Relief washes inside Mariko for a moment.
That is, until she heard a chuckle from the jackass in front of them.
“Why are you even helping her? You two are enemies. You’re supposed to hate each other.” He reminded, trying to persuade the taller girl to side with him. Maybe if Mariko knew the mean things Haruna said about her, she’d side with him? It was worth a try so he tries to remember the meanest thing Haruna ever said about Mariko. It was then he remember the rumor that Haruna spread about Mariko a few days ago.
“She was the one spreading the lesbian rumors about you.” He pointed out, grinning.
Mariko averted her blank stare from the other girl to look at the boy, noting the flinch she felt from the other girl upon hearing that.
“Don’t you see? She may look innocent but she’s not!” He added with conviction as he took a step forward. “She’s selfish and all she cares about is being popular!”
Mariko raised her eyebrow, giving him an incredulous look. “And that gives you the right to rape her?!” She retorted.
The boy noticeably jerked and the nervousness he felt earlier returned tenfold.
“Regardless of her being selfish or not, it doesn’t give you the right to abuse her! She’s your girlfriend! You’re supposed to be her boyfriend! Shouldn’t you be loving her instead of hurting her?!” Mariko spat, glaring at him.
Haruna whipped her head to look at Mariko, surprised that she still chose to help her despite knowing that she was the one who ‘accidentally’ spread out that Mariko might be a lesbian. Yes, she didn’t mean for that one to spread. In her defense she just mumbled out humorously about Mariko’s ‘supposed’ sexuality when she was talking to her friends about how the tall girl not having a boyfriend. Given how her friends are, they probably began spreading it to the whole school. It really wasn’t intended. But the taller girl doesn’t know that and still…
…she chose to protect Haruna.
Seeing Haruna’s ex-boyfriend just gritting his teeth in response to her claims, the tennis player let out a snort as she rolled her eyes. “Silence. Typical.” Mariko mumbled before turning to look at Haruna who cringe as soon as their eyes met. Thinking that it was probably her cold demeanor that made the other cringe, she eased the seething anger she feels, giving her rival a half smile.
“Let’s go.” Mariko simply said with a curt nod. She didn’t bother waiting for the disheveled girl’s response as she turned both of them towards the door. A few steps later, she suddenly froze when she remembered something that she want to say to Haruna’s ex. Telling Haruna that she’ll be right back, she disentangled herself from the other girl’s hold, dropped her bag and turned towards the jock.
“I just remembered something. This is just for my sanity’s sake.” She told the confused jock before she connected her fist to his face hard, causing the surprised jock to stumble a few steps, hitting a bunch of tables until finally he lost his balance and fell on the floor, clutching his face.
Haruna’s eyes widened, mouth agape as she stared her groaning ex-boyfriend on the floor. Her eyes then darts to Mariko as she began shaking her right hand. Not only did Shinoda Mariko, her rival, helped her and protected her…
…she also punched someone…for her…?
A sadistic grin made its way to Mariko’s lips despite the immense pain she felt on her right hand upon seeing blood coming out of the jock’s nose. “Sorry. I just had to get that out. Blame yourself and the coach for pissing me off.” She said, cradling her right hand with her left hand. Keeping the grin on her face, she turned back and found her rival looking at her bewildered. She can’t blame her since she just punched her ex for her. But then again, her coach not letting her practice for a week contributed to the burning anger she feels so all that wasn’t for Haruna, really.
“Let’s get out of here.” She says nonchalantly as she made her way towards the girl. After picking her bag, she once again took hold of the girl’s arm, wrapped it around her shoulder then draped her own arm on Haruna’s waist. Ignoring the look Haruna is giving her, she began to lead the girl towards the exit.
They walked wordlessly. The taller one kept her eyes forward, focused on getting them both out of the school. The other girl who’s battered kept her eyes locked on the girl helping her, a look of wonderment across her face. Only when they were walking the empty hallway did the taller one glanced at the other.
“What?” She scowled, annoyed at the blatant staring the other was giving her.
Haruna blankly stared at her a bit longer until she lightly shook her head and looked away, mumbling, “Nothing.”
—-
“Here.” Mariko held out a cold canned drink to the stoic girl sitting on a stone ledge near the secluded cafeteria. The taller girl decided to take a breather dragging the limping girl so they stopped for a while after walking for a minute. Plus she has got to do something about the girl’s appearance. She can’t take her home looking like a mess with her shirt ripped open, her hair disarray, and her lips bruised. But then the question ‘Should she take her home?’ crossed the taller girl’s mind causing her to frown a little.
Should she?
Haruna glanced at the offered drink for a second then went back to staring blankly at the wall. “I’m not thirsty.” She said in a soft voice.
“Yeah? Well then use it for your bruised fat lip then.” Mariko retorted earning her a vicious glare from the other girl who wordlessly snatched the drink from her hand. She watched with a crooked smile as Haruna turned her gaze at the cold can in her hand and placed it lightly against her lips, flinching while she hissed in pain. Sure the flinching and hissing is pretty fun to watch for the taller girl, but her smile is actually because of the glare Haruna gave her. It was getting weird with the silence and blank stares coming from Haruna so seeing the glare was a relief for Mariko that her rival was still there and that she’s…okay.
Haruna secretly glanced at the other girl as she heard her sigh. It was then she noticed Mariko cradling another drink in her right arm. She watch curiously as Mariko took hold of the drink with her left hand and walked towards her. She quickly averted her gaze as Mariko took a sit beside her with enough space in between them. She heard the sound of metal hitting the stone ledge, a zipper opening, and then soft cursing coming from the person beside her. She peeked through the corner of her eye and found her looking through her bag and having a bit of difficulty as she was only using her left hand while her right hand lay lifeless on her lap. Before Haruna’s thoughts could go further, a sudden piece of clothing blocked her view of the taller girl, covering her face. With a frown, she removed the clothing draped on her head and looked at it.
A black jacket…?
“You can wear that.” Mariko simply says without looking at the other girl. She continues to rummage the insides of her bag with a frown. The moment she found what she was looking for, her face lightened up.
“Aha. There you are.” She mumbled with a grin as she pulled out a roll of bandage cloth. After placing her bag beside her, she began wrapping her injured right hand with it, oblivious of the probing eyes of the person beside her.
“D-Do you want some help with that?” Haruna hesitantly offered after she zipped up Mariko’s black jacket on her all the way up, covering her upper body. She tries to ignore the sweet smell of the taller girl’s jacket as she focused on Mariko who shook her head.
“Nah, I can do this by myself.” She then glanced at Haruna for a second as she added, “Thanks for the offer though,” before going back to wrapping her hand.
Haruna was taken aback by that. How her rival effortlessly thanked her without so much as a stutter. It was like Mariko forgot that they were…enemies. Now that she thinks about it, helping her, defending her and punching someone for her; Mariko did all that for her with ease as if it was just the normal thing to do. It was that easy for Mariko.
So why can’t it be easy for her as well?
“Oh shit.” The tennis player beside her cursed as the locking tab for her bandage fell to the ground. Swallowing her pride, Haruna bent down to pick it up and turned towards the girl.
“Here, let me.” She said as she motioned for Mariko’s hand, offering her a tight smile. The slight hesitation of the taller girl was apparent and somehow that made Haruna’s smile soften. It made her wonder if Mariko suddenly felt the weirdness of their situation now. Maybe it isn’t entirely easy for the tall girl to do all those things for her. Maybe in the back of her head she’s also wondering why she’s helping her enemy. Thinking that made the bruised head cheerleader smile.
Now that’s normal for them.
Mariko tried not to frown as she held out her bandaged hand to Haruna, giving her the chance to put the locking tab on it to keep it in place. Keeping the small smile on her face, Haruna turned fully to Mariko and took the tip of the bandage. Noticing that it was a bit loose, she carelessly pulled the bandage to tighten it causing the other girl to hiss in pain.
“I’m sorry.” She immediately said looking a bit panicky. Haruna looked genuinely remorseful which honestly weirded out the taller girl. She didn’t show it though as she gave the other girl a tight smile.
“It’s okay. Just…be gentle. It does hurt a little.”
“Okay.” Haruna nodded before she once again tried gently this time. There were times when Mariko wanted to hiss or flinch in pain, but she decided to hold it in as she saw how serious Haruna seems to be while she concentrates on Mariko’s hand. Seeing that, a genuine smile made its way to Mariko’s lips. It’s weird, she has to admit, but it feels…nice.
This weird niceness they have for each other right now, feels nice to Mariko.
“Thanks.” Mariko flashed Haruna a smile the moment the other girl secured the bandage with the locking tab. She held her wrapped hand up looking at it for a second before winding it a little. She didn’t bother to hide the pain she feels as she continues to move her hand.
“Is it broken?” Haruna suddenly asked as she curiously looks at the other girl.
“Don’t know.” Mariko replied without looking at her, continuing the wrist exercises gently. “Have to check on a doctor to know for sure, but I have a feeling it’s not broken.” Or at least she hopes so.
“You’re not going to spray anything to it? To relieve the pain?”
“Nope.” Mariko tells her before she let out a sigh and rests her hand on her lap. “I know this might scream masochist, but the pain reminds me constantly to take it easy and not to try anything stupid so it’ll heal fast.” She added as she looked at her bandaged hand.
“Something stupid…like…punch people?” Haruna tentatively asked, her voice softening a little as guilt washes over her. It is somewhat her fault that Mariko broke her wrist. If she hadn’t interfere, she wouldn’t have the urge to punch her ex-boyfriend. But then if Mariko didn’t interfere then her ex might’ve…
Before her thoughts could go further, she heard the taller girl beside her snort, causing her to focus on her once again.
“Oh please. You and I both know that that asshole deserves more than a punch in the face for what he almost did to you.” Mariko said in her usual biting tone as she rolled her eyes. “Any injury that would make that bastard bleed is so worth it. At least this way my practice suspension for a week is a lot more acceptable than having little wrist pain.”
“You’re suspended from practice for a week because of wrist pain?” Haruna frowned at her question, confused. Now that she remembers it, it is Friday and the tennis team usually practices every Friday. But then again, lately they’ve been practicing almost every day especially Mariko, because of…
“The tournament.” Haruna’s eyes widened at the sudden realization. “You have a tournament coming up and…your wrist is broken now…”
“Yes, but again I don’t think it’s broken.” Again she went on hoping her wrist wasn’t broken. She can still form a fist with minimal pain. Bending it that seems to be the problem. “Plus, I have plenty of healing time. I mean, a week is pretty long for recovery time since finals is still a couple of weeks from now anyway.” She tells the other girl before she turns to look at her with a tight smile… that eventually slowly fades as she saw the miserable look Haruna is currently giving on her lap. It looked like she’s about to…cry?
“Uh, y-you’re not going to cry again…right…?” Mariko hesitantly asked, feeling a bit panicky. She immediately regretted the insensitive question as the bruised cheerleader’s face contorts with tears brimming in her eyes. It wasn’t long before those tears fell down her cheek, her shoulders moving as she let out a soft sob. Mariko should really scratch that ‘bit’ part because she’s seriously panicky right now as the other girl covers her face with both her hands, continuously weeping.
Mariko opens her mouth to say something, anything to somehow comfort the crying girl but no words seems to come out since she doesn’t really know what to say. What made Haruna cry anyway? Was it something she said?
With that thought, she began to think back on their conversation a little while ago to maybe find out what it is that made the other girl cry. She was drawing blank causing the corner of her lips to tug down in dissatisfaction while she stares at her crying rival.
“I…I’m so s-sorry, but at the same time, I’m n-not.” Haruna suddenly sobbed out through her hands as if reading Mariko’s inner thoughts. “If-if you hadn’t helped me, y-you wouldn’t have bro-broken your wrist. But then if you hadn’t he-helped me…he-he would’ve…” Wracking sobs soon follows as Haruna was unable to say what might’ve happened to her if Mariko wasn’t there. She couldn’t say it. She doesn’t want to say it. So she just let out the guilt, the hate and the relief she feels through her tears.
Mariko felt torn upon seeing Haruna cry. She was torn from doing something to comfort the girl or doing nothing and just let the girl cry out a river to let it all out whilst she sits and waits for her to finish. She was seriously considering to do the latter since she had done lots of things for the other girl today, but then there’s a side of her that feels sorry for the other girl and it makes her want to comfort her because, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, she does have a soft spot for someone crying as hard as Haruna is right now—who’s seemingly bawling her eyes out whilst she moan out incoherent things. That is one mighty good reason for her to comfort the other girl, really.
Ignoring the other voice that keeps telling her to do nothing, trusting her gut, Mariko moved closer to Haruna and hesitantly wrapped an arm around her shoulder pulling the upset girl to her. Mariko expected that Haruna would be surprised and maybe cringe with her offer of comfort, but then the surprise was on her when the other girl suddenly turned towards her and wrapped her arms around her waist, burying her face on the crook of her neck. The taller girl visibly cringe at the sudden feel of their bodies pressed up against each other, but with how Haruna was weeping hard against her neck, she doubts that the other girl felt it.
“It’s…okay, really.” Mariko tries to console the weeping head cheerleader, craning her neck to look at the top of Haruna’s head as her good hand caresses the other girl’s back. “I mean, it’s my decision to punch the guy and it is pretty stupid of me to use my right hand knowing that it’s already a little bit injured so…you’re not to blame here, obviously.” It’s true since she could’ve used her left hand to punch the asshole. The only possible excuse she came up with as to why she chose to use her right hand is that she wanted to really hit the guy hard. Being right handed, her right hand is basically her best weapon. That’s where her power punch is.
“It’s not just that!” Haruna cried out while sniffling hysterically. “I’m stupid enough to fall for that jerk even though he’s cheating behind my back and treating me like crap! And he’s right! Everything he said is right! I am selfish and all I ever think about is my popularity! That’s practically the reason why I was adamant in becoming the head cheerleader! Why I’m trying to be nice to everyone! Why I’m constantly jealous of your popularity and why I spread false rumors about you and try to ruin you!” She admitted, gripping Mariko’s clothes from behind for dear life. “Can’t you see?! I’m evil! I’m bad! I’m selfish! I’m stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid—” She continues to berate herself, over and over again.
Mariko could only hold Haruna tight and whisper comforting words even though it went unheard to the other girl. She waited patiently for the other girl to calm down and when she did after a while, Mariko couldn’t help but smile, mainly because the other girl’s sniffling with her face pressed against her chest and it’s tickling her. But aside how Haruna’s breathing seems to tickle Mariko, she feels…sympathetic towards her rival. Hearing the tirade Haruna just did, somehow Mariko can understand the girl a little bit now. She was always wondering why the other girl seemed so mad at her in the first place. Now it’s clear that she was jealous. Well maybe it’s that and how Mariko accidentally hit her in the face with a tennis racket freshman year and how she just laughed her ass off instead of apologizing at a pissed looking Haruna. She even remember making fun of Haruna’s face which had red string marks while in the presence of almost half of the student body inside the cafeteria. Eventually, embarrassed by the situation, Haruna ran out with a huff while Mariko was still laughing hard.
Mariko narrowed her eyes at the memory. Yes, that is probably the main reason why the other girl hates her. The jealous part is just second place. But then that is the least of her problem now, really.
Thinking that she should comfort Haruna and play nice, with a small smile on her face Mariko told her nonchalantly, “Well if you put it that way, yeah you are kinda stupid to be agreeing with that asshole when he’s clearly wrong about you,” causing the other girl to pull away from her slightly and crane her neck up to look Mariko in the eye.
“Wh-what?” She asked as she wiped her tears, sniffling a bit.
Mariko restrained the urge to snort upon looking at Haruna’s face. Her eyes and nose were a bit red and her pinkish cheeks were strained with tears for crying so much. Added the fact that the girl’s hair was still a bit messy because of the earlier encounter, it was really hard for the taller girl not to laugh. So she just opted for a snort like cough whilst the corner of her lips twitch.
“You may think you’re all those things that you were crying about, but lots of people think that you’re not.” Mariko frowns then cocked her head to the side, remembering the weird things that were said to her by Haruna’s ‘fans.’ “There are loads of people asking me why I’m so mean to you and that I should stop being a bitch because it’s making you frown and it causes wrinkles. One guy even asked me what cream I could recommend for him to buy for you to stop those wrinkles from being permanent.”
Haruna couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at that.
“That was seriously weird. I mean, he just lectured me then just suddenly asked me for some cream. Another one even threatened to bite me if I don’t stop being mean to you. She actually showed me her fangs you know.”
Haruna let out another fit of laughter, unconsciously leaning close towards the tennis player. Liking the sound of the other girl’s laughter, Mariko decided to continue.
“There was also this small freshman girl wearing a ribbon—who totally has the hots for you by the way—actually challenged me to fight her because I was being a jerk to you and she said that you don’t deserve that kind of treatment. I was really pissed that time and was about to accept her challenge when her two friends started dragging her away from me.” Mariko’s pursed her lips for a second then shrugged nonchalantly. “They actually ended up running away the moment one of the little girl’s friend—that reminded me of Gachapin—called me Scrooge and saw that I was heading towards them. Lucky for them Yukarin and Nonti were there to stop me from running after them.”
Mariko blinked back her surprise when the other girl’s forehead rest on her chest while she laughs. It was only then that she noticed that she was still caressing Haruna’s back with her good hand. The thought that she’s caressing the head cheerleader’s back while she laughs, unlike earlier when she was doing so whilst Haruna was crying, somehow brought a genuine smile on Mariko’s lips.
“S-scrooge…?” Haruna wheezed while she continues to laugh, keeping her forehead pressed on the taller girl’s collar bone.
“Yeah I know.” Mariko let out a soft chuckle remembering that incident. “That was a new one. Usually it’s just bitch, meanie, jerk, stick, ruler, asshole even butthole which is practically the same as the asshole really.” Mariko frowns then cocks her head. “There were a few people who even called me a Giraffe which is pretty weird since, sure I’m tall but I’m not THAT tall, you know.”
“Pl-please…stop…ca-can’t…” Haruna gasped in between laughs. The nicknames her so-called ‘fans’ came up were just so funny to her. Added the fact that Mariko seems to be whining to her about it, is just so hilarious to the head cheerleader. She was finding it harder to breathe what with how hard she was laughing, but she just couldn’t…stop laughing.
Taking pity on her gasping enemy, with a grin on her face, Mariko just held the other girl to her with her eyes locked on the top of Haruna’s head whilst she continuously stroke her back. The moment she noticed that Haruna had calmed down a bit, she decided to continue her point for her rival’s sake.
“Point is Kojima, your butthole ex-boyfriend is wrong. You’re not evil or bad. Selfish? Who isn’t? Stupid? Well, like I said earlier, believing him is pretty stupid….” Mariko trailed before she frowned and cocked her head. “…but then again, staying with that jerk even though you know he’s cheating behind your back, is pretty stupid as well.”
Hearing her enemy call her stupid, naturally, Haruna had the urge to retort and defend herself. But she noticed Mariko’s tone wasn’t mean nor was it spiteful. It was more like, she was curious as to why Haruna decided to stick to her asshole boyfriend.
Why did she?
“He…He wasn’t that bad at the beginning.” Haruna explained as she pulled away from Mariko, frowning a little. She then turned her gaze towards the wall, unable to look at the taller girl since she was somewhat defending his ex-boyfriend despite what he almost did to her. “He was nice, sweet…he treated me well and…”
“You fell for him.” Mariko suddenly said, causing the other girl to momentarily look at her. The taller girl offered her a crooked smile as she shrugged. “I mean, you said so yourself earlier when you were crying. You loved him.”
Oh right. That’s why.
“Yeah.” Haruna let out a defeated sigh as she glanced at the wall. “But after I slept with him, he just…he started to change and…it was then I knew that he only wanted me for one thing. I guess, I’m just a notch on his headboard and I was stupid enough to believe otherwise.”
“Because you loved him.” Mariko nodded her head in understanding. “It all goes back to that, doesn’t it? I can understand that. Somehow I’ve forgotten how love can make you blind and stupid most times.” The taller girl said as a warm smile made its way to her lips.
With her bruised lips slightly agape and eyebrows twitching a little, Haruna could only nod in response as she was seemingly enthralled by the gentleness the other girl was showing. Mariko’s smile…was beautiful, to say the least. She was smiling fondly at Haruna which was seriously weirding out the other girl. What she said about how she understand Haruna about acting stupid while being in love, what does she mean by that? And why is Mariko looking at her like THAT? Like she’s…? Is she…?
Weird thoughts and assumptions soon invades Haruna’s mind, causing her stomach to react weirdly giving her these…weird tingly feelings that eventually made her heart react as well. It was only then did she realize that her arms were still wrapped loosely around the taller girl’s waist. Reluctantly, Haruna removed her arms and turned towards the wall of the empty cafeteria again. The head cheerleader frowned and clenched her jaw tight.
Mariko fought the urge to frown as she too faced the empty cafeteria feeling a bit confused at the sudden change of mood of her rival. Glancing at the other girl, Haruna looked to be…troubled. The thought that Haruna might need more assurance that she wasn’t like what her ex-boyfriend said she was suddenly came to Mariko’s mind. With that thought, she shrugged and said, “Why not I just plead temporary insanity on the case of you being stupid. Seems fitting really,” before she let out a chuckle.
“Yeah, I guess.” Haruna let out a halfhearted laugh, her eyes fixated on the ground.
“Anyway, just don’t mind what your nincompoop ex-boyfriend said to you. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Haruna smiled at that, still keeping her eyes away from the taller girl.
“You can seriously do better than him. I mean, you’re beautiful—“
The head cheerleader’s eyes widened a bit, completely taken aback by what the other girl had said. She swallowed the knot that was suddenly lodged in her throat as she watch the oblivious tennis player who had a small smile across her lips.
“—a bit smart…” Before a smirk could form on Mariko’s lips, Haruna lightly punched her in the arm causing the taller girl to groan with a scowl as she turned at her. Mariko wasn’t surprised to see Haruna glaring at her with her bruised lower lip protruding a bit. Her rival’s glare looked a bit forced though. Mariko could tell because she just saw the corner of Haruna’s lips twitch like she’s restraining herself from letting out that smile that Mariko knows would appear in a little bit.
Mariko rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance as she rubbed her arm. “Okay, let’s revised that to occasionally smart then because I’ve actually heard a couple of things about you being an airhead and…I slightly agree to that, you know.” She pointed out before letting out a chuckle.
Still not liking Mariko mocking her intelligence, Haruna was once again going to give the taller girl a light punch. Having quick reflexes, Mariko instinctively held out her right hand to catch the coming fist heading her way which caused her to…
“GODAMN FU—!!“ Expletive words came out of Mariko as she cradled her bandaged right hand, gritting her teeth in pain with her eyes shut tight.
“Oh god! I’m sorry!” Haruna frantically said as she looked at the pained girl. Wanting to somehow ease the pain that the taller girl feels, Haruna took the cold canned drink that was in between them, gently pried Mariko’s hand from her hold then placed the drink on top of the taller girl’s wrist. Ignoring the worry and guilt feelings that were once again resurfacing inside her, Haruna looked up at Mariko and snarled, “Why do you keep using your right hand?! You have another hand for god’s sakes! Use that!” obviously blaming Mariko for injuring her hand further.
“Oh I’m sorry for trying to defend myself from the fast approaching fist towards my arm again!” Mariko cynically retorted while she glares at Haruna. She couldn’t believe that Haruna had the audacity to blame her when Haruna’s clearly at fault that her hand was once again hurting. Really now.
“All I’m saying is that you could’ve used your left hand!” Haruna responded through gritted teeth.
“Well I didn’t!”
“Which is dumb!”
“Oh you want to go there do you?!” Mariko growled before she began pulling her hand from Haruna’s hold, not liking the fact that she’s unsurprisingly holding hands with her enemy. “Let go of my damn hand!” She grits her teeth in pain and in anger as the head cheerleader refused to let go of her hand.
“No! Just…” Haruna trailed off before she placed the can then her other hand down on top of Mariko’s, trying to prevent the latter from pulling away. She began realizing how they’re both being stupid arguing about stupid things which really doesn’t help with the taller girl’s injury. Though thinking about it, for Haruna, they always argue about stupid, nonsense things so this is pretty much normal. But then again, despite how she’s trying to ignore the unusual feeling inside her, Haruna knows that things between them seem so far from being normal.
“St-stop struggling. You’re hurting yourself more.” She says in a normal voice, giving Mariko a pleading look as she saw pain cross Mariko’s face despite the anger that was seemingly emanating out of her.
Obviously, Mariko ignored the look being thrown at her as she continues to struggle for her hand’s freedom. “Like you care!” The taller girl barked childishly.
Infuriated, Haruna snapped, “I do care!” as she grits her teeth, causing Mariko to a standstill mainly because of what the other girl said.
Haruna, said what now…?
“As much as everything’s all weird, I do care for you right now!” Haruna admitted strongly with a glare and a slight blush across her face. It was seriously embarrassing for her to admit that to Mariko, but then, despite the embarrassment, Haruna still felt the need to say it not just to shut the other girl up but also to tell her the truth. Right now, weird as it is, she does care for Mariko’s wellbeing.
But it doesn’t seem to reach the taller girl who seemed to snap out of her stupor.
“Yeah? Well that’s a funny way of showing it by hitting me!” Mariko countered with a glare, obviously not backing out of this familiar pattern they’re heading. She even leaned her face a little bit closer to the enraged looking Haruna as if challenging the other girl to retort back and try to get the last word in their pointless argument. Whatever Haruna throws at her, Mariko would be ready like always.
She will be ready.
She is ready.
But then again with her rival, who was just as angry as she is, suddenly taking hold of her collar, snarled, “You moonfaced bitch” while she pulled Mariko with a growl and crushed her lips against hers shocking the hell out of the taller girl…
…maybe she wasn’t ready after all.
~You’re trying so hard to be someone else
When all you needed to be was yourself
Whoa, whoa go figure~
TBC
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Hey hey hey!!
And here I was wondering what this is.... so it's THAT fic HAHAHA.
YAY FINALLY. I'll leave more comment later yay \:v/
I'm really glad that you finally posted here so I can actually comment instead of keeping all those squealing inside me :wub:
And... DAMN F**KING ***HOLE was that ex-bf of Haruna. I was cheering for Mariko for punching the guy right on his face. :angry:
Then... HAHAHAH the sexual tension between Mariko and Haruna... I wonder what will happen in the prom night, especially after THAT thing near the end happened. :inlove: :inlove:
Can't wait for you to finish this. :bow:
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Waaaaa..... INTERESTING :twothumbs
You're so GOOD :twothumbs
Can't wait for the next chapter... :bow:
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hi there :) looks like im a little late to the party huh? well either way im here and got to read this yay!!! :D so much Mariharu!!! :heart: I know I know "go to sleep your sick" :nervous I just wanted to read something since I am super bored but found this and couldn't help myself :lol: ill go to sleep right now ;) so anyways great super great fic cant wait to read more :)
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i know i read this before...but who cares!!!
i wanna read it again XD
FOF i wub u for putting this here :on slopkiss:
ps.still wating to ur basket case update :on gay:
have a nice day :hehehe:
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Oh my god!!! How can I just found this fanfic "Go Figure"?! I love it so much!! Yeay Mariharu :D
Haha Mariko and Haruna are rivals... I love the flashback. Mariko is so kind! I love how she treated her enemy not like an enemy... Gosh! They're just so sweet together!! I wanna scream!! I just cant!! Awww Mariharu! <3
And I dont fully understand of Haruna's weird thoughts and assumptions. I mean, this part..
why is Mariko looking at her like THAT? Like she's...? Is she...?
Haha does it mean she's falling in love and falling for Haruna? Nah, I hope so! Lol
And I'm so surprised of what happened in the end of the part 2.
Thanks for this amazing fanfics! I hope you will update soon for the next part!! ;) and I'm waiting for Basket Case too! Good luck, Fof-san! Do your best!
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Though I already read these in Tumblr, I want to write a comment of my own. :lol:
Okay, now I don't know what to say. :nervous :lol:
The end of part 2 really surprised the hell out of me; I mean, Haruna just kissed Mariko which she was not ready for!!! I'm really and seriously looking forward the next and final part.
PS: I'm still waiting for the 24th chapter of Basket Case :); it's been already 2 months...was it 2 months or less? Huh? Well, anyway, it's been at least two months since you haven't update the fic and I'm starting to get worried :(.
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Title: Go Figure (3/4)
Rating: PG-13/R (?) Dunno really. ^^;
Pairing: MariHaru
Total words used: 5946
AN: HAPPY BELATED BEERDAY MILKDAY TO TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE DEAR TO ME. THE HOLY SHIET DIVA AND EVOL. (ﾉ￣▽￣)ﾉ ゜ﾟ･*☆
This is for you two who had similar request which I am seriously thankful for. :lol: Saves me from frustration as I really have a hard time writing nowadays. :nervous Me know no english nomow. It hard. I tried hard. :( Anyway, hope you two like it and if not, that's okay, I'll understand completely. :nervous And if it brought about feelings of rage for how I ended it...please, spare my life. :nervous
Thanks for the thank yous and the comments guys! Seriously. :cry:
I apologize for this chapter for it contains my struggles as a 'writer.' I'm sort of testing the waters here, trying to bring back the feels. Anyway, try to enjoy it. :nervous
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~ Not everything is what it seems
There's never just one meaning ~
"Hey." A voice suddenly greeted her, snapping her out of her stupor. She was met with a hesitant smile as she craned her neck upwards to look at the head cheerleader.
"Hey back." Mariko replied, giving Haruna a faint smile which the other acknowledge with a curt nod.
"Sorry I'm late.” Haruna says as she sat down from across Mariko. “I had a few errands to do first." She lied, giving the other girl from across an apologetic smile. Truthfully, she had arrived an hour earlier but decided to walk around and contemplate on some...things that was related to the person sitting across from her. Things that can probably help with explaining on why she did what she did two days ago.
Mariko shook her head. "That's okay. I just got here myself." She lied as well while she tightened her hold on her mug of coffee. Much like Haruna, she too arrived an hour earlier, wanting to just sit on their agreed meeting place and think of what to say to the other girl. Despite the hour of thinking though, she didn't really come up with what to say which inwardly frustrates her. She could only hope that whatever Haruna says, she could quickly think of what to retort back much like what she usually is when it comes to her ‘supposed’ enemy. Yes, with what happened the other day, with it constantly playing it her mind since it happened, what was said and what was done, Mariko wasn't sure if Haruna is still her enemy.
Especially since the other girl kissed her.
Mariko clenched her jaw tight at the thought while she looks at her drink.
"Well that's...good then." Haruna replied as she looked away, unsure of what she's supposed to say. Thankfully, her eyes caught glance at the paper bag she placed near her feet. Remembering what was inside, she took it and held it out for Mariko to take. "Here, this is yours."
A small smile appeared on Haruna's lips as she watch Mariko confusedly took the paper bag from her hand, opened it and pulled out the jacket she gave Haruna. "I already washed it. So um...thanks for lending it to me." She said awkwardly with a faint blush across her cheeks. She shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling of embarrassment unbeknownst to the other girl sitting form across the table placing the sports jacket back on the paper bag.
“You didn’t have to wash it, but thanks. I just…” She says as she placed the bag on the floor near her feet. “I was just doing the right thing…you know with the helping and the lending of my jacket so…yeah. No problem…and how’s the lip?” Mariko added with a small frown across her face as she looked back at Haruna. She felt seriously weirded out at how quickly she turned the conversation. That and how lame she sounded which was…weirdly understandable. Well with what happened the other day plus with them being all civil right now inside a mall, yes, the awkward feeling is totally understandable.
Haruna’s lip twitched a little and decided to bite back the urge to laugh or even make fun of the other girl. She really had to bite back on the last bit since that was her usual thing when it comes to her rival. When Mariko says something remotely stupid for her, Haruna will immediately retort back and tell her off, which in turn will make Mariko follow suit. That’s how they are, really. Sitting together, being civil in a coffee shop inside a mall, skipping class on a school day?
No, that’s not how they are.
Haruna frowned a little at the thought. “It’s just a little cut plus it isn’t swelling much anymore.” She gave Mariko a tight smile.
“Yeah, I hardly ever noticed it what with your fa—uh…li-lipstick on.” Mariko gave her a forced smile at that almost slip up. She cleared her throat before she asked, “Wh-what shade of lipstick do you have on anyway?” obviously trying to cover up how she almost insulted the other girl.
Haruna seems to have noticed though as she narrowed her eyes for a moment at Mariko before she shook her head a little, grinning. “I put a Tearose shade on my fat lip.” She tells Mariko in a matter-of-fact tone.
Mariko let out a half-suppressed laugh before she gave the other girl a sheepish smile as she held out her hands in surrender. It was then Haruna noticed Mariko’s hand that was encased in a wrist brace. Her playful demeanor soon fades.
“How’s your hand?” She softly asks as she looks at Mariko’s hand. She bit her lower lip gently as the felling of guilt washes over her.
Mariko notices it and quickly reassures her by waving her injured hand while she grins. “Much like what I said the other day. Just a sprain, thank God.”
“That’s…good then…?” Haruna hesitantly asks, not really sure if Mariko’s sprained injury is a good thing. Her match is just a couple of weeks from now and…is it really alright if it’s just a sprain? Somehow Haruna’s guilt doesn’t seem to ease up with that news. If more, she’s…sort of worried for the other girl.
Just…sort of.
“Better than good. It’s great.” Mariko nodded her head, giving a small smile as she tries to appease the guilt that Haruna was obviously feeling. She can’t help but remember the outburst that the other girl did about her injured hand that day. How she wailed out, berating herself over and over again about how it’s all her fault. Somehow, remembering that, it tugs something inside Mariko.
Especially when she remembers holding the other girl, feeling her tears against her skin.
Mariko dismissed the thought as she shrugged. “It’s a lot better than being broken. Just a little boredom of resting and keeping this on…” She pointed at her wrist brace. “…it’ll be good as new and I can play. At least that’s what my doctor told me.” She shrugged again.
“That’s…that’s really great then.” Haruna let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes momentarily as she does so. That heavy feeling of dread inside of her eased up a bit at that news. She had been feeling guilty about Mariko’s injury despite the fact that it was Mariko’s decision to hit her asshole ex-boyfriend. She had been pondering about it since the other day and because of it, she couldn’t sleep a wink.
Well at least that’s one little thing that contributed to her lack of sleep nowadays.
Mariko pursed her lips tight, moving her eyes to look at her wrapped hand that was resting on the table. What she said to the other girl isn’t far from the truth, but she did lie about the fact that her doctor forbid her to play on the tournament saying that her somewhat sprained wrist isn’t going to heal in a week’s time. That she’s better off not playing because she might endanger her wrist more. He actually said more but she wasn’t listening as she tries to reason out to the old doctor saying something silly about not moving her hand and being a vegan for a week just so it would help with the healing. She even pleaded for the old doctor to give her some magical medicine or beans—as ridiculous as that sounds because she’s seriously desperate—to help speed things up a bit. The doctor just lectured her about them not being magicians like most foolish people would think. He actually gave Mariko a pointed look when he said that. She was far from caring though and just want something to help her with her injury. The doctor did give her something though.
“Come back after a few days and let’s hope for the best that your wrist will heal by that time. If not, I will contact your coach about it.”
Mariko narrowed her eyes as she remembered the doctor’s words. Yup, everything’s just riding on ‘hope.’ Well that and hopefully her being a vegan for a week would also help because eating just greenery is making her hungry, really.
“…is it?”
Mariko heard the other ask, causing her to blink back her surprise and turn to look back at Haruna who was giving her an expectant look. She smiled sheepishly at the head cheerleader. “Sorry, were you saying something?”
The corner of Haruna’s lips tugged up a little. “I was asking if your hand is the reason why you skipped school today.”
Mariko cocked her head slightly to the side, pondering for a moment before she answered nonchalantly. “In a way, I guess.”
“In a way? What do you me—“
“What about you? Why did you skip?” Mariko quickly asked, cutting Haruna off. She leaned forward a little, an eyebrow arched up as she asks further, “Surely it’s not because of your injury,” pointing at Haruna’s lip with a playful smile across her lips.
Haruna clenched her jaw tight for a moment, not liking how Mariko is looking at her, giving her a somewhat haughty look like she knows something Haruna doesn’t. It irked the head cheerleader as she knows what Mariko was implying. “I wasn’t feeling well, so I decided to skip school.” She answered, her voice hardening a little.
Mariko took notice and quickly backed off, holding her hands up. “So did not mean anything by that. I was just…” She slowly lowers her hands. “…I was just joking around, really.” And she really was. But it seemed like Haruna didn’t get it. Maybe them being playful isn’t the way to go about this whole thing. Mariko definitely needs to change her game plan then if she doesn’t want Haruna to once again get up and leave much like what happened two days ago.
Seeing the sincerity on her rival, Haruna let out a sigh and looked away. “I’m sorry I just…”
“I get it.” Mariko interjected with a nod. She offered Haruna a small smile when the latter glanced at her through the corner of her eye. “I understand completely and…I think that maybe you just misunderstood some things about me.” She said, thinking that maybe it’s time for them to really talk about what happened.
Haruna turned to face her wearing a small frown. “What do you mean?” She warily asks.
Mariko opened her mouth, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. Mainly because she’s worried about Haruna’s reaction. But, how else would Haruna know it unless she voiced it out? There’s no other way for her to know it, right?
“What do you mean by ‘I misunderstood something about you?’” Haruna asks again, her frown deepening as she watch Mariko who seems to be hesitating. She’s really drawing blank as to what the other girl meant. What does Mariko think she misunderstood? Something about her? Was she talking about when she suddenly pulled her to a kiss two days ago? Are they heading there now? Was she ready for them to talk about that now?
Sure when she received a message coming from Mariko last night saying she wanted for them to talk she knew it was about that spontaneous kiss she gave her. But she actually expected that talk way way WAY later. Preferably after a few hours of awkward silence. But now that Mariko is initiating ‘THE TALK,’ Haruna couldn’t help but wonder if there’s a way to divert it. Sure after constantly thinking about it and upon coming up with a suitable reason as to why she did it, even if she’s somewhat prepared…
…she just don’t want to talk about it just yet.
Haruna watch confusedly as the Mariko momentarily closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Finally, after what seemed like a torturous wondering of what is inside her rival’s head, Mariko opened her eyes and gave Haruna a small smile before she simply stated, “I’m not gay,” completely stunning her.
Mariko thinks that……?
“I think maybe you misunderstood that...in some way.” Mariko added, feeling a bit nervous at Haruna’s widened stare. Not to mention, Haruna doesn’t seemed to be moving or blinking. She does seem to be breathing still, so that’s good for Mariko. Though it doesn’t really ease up the nervousness she’s feeling. But then again, she really shouldn’t worry much since she had been anticipating different reactions from Haruna. She actually anticipated receiving three outcomes when it comes to admitting how she’s not gay to Haruna.
First case scenario; Haruna would go bawling her eyes out once again, saying how she knows that Mariko isn’t gay and that she was just thinking that she had a chance and just took it—which is honestly a fat chance of happening especially that last part, but she’s seriously hoping for this scenario since it’s a lot easier.
Second case scenario; Haruna would just let out a sigh, telling her she completely understands and that she’s sorry for suddenly kissing her and they’ll part ways and move on with their lives as normal people who just happened to had a moment. Another okay scenario for Mariko for its simplicity.
And finally, the dreaded third case scenario, wherein Haruna would throw a fit, because Mariko had called out on her being gay. That Haruna likes her enough to kiss her suddenly. That Haruna has had this thing for her that she hid for many years, and since she can’t convey it, she decided to be mean to Mariko, like a pent up frustration or desire or something along that line. They do say that there is a thin line between love and hate and well…Mariko thinks that maybe that holds true for Haruna. Especially since the other girl is seemingly giving her a murderous glare and clenching her jaw tight.
Yeah, maybe she’s on to something here.
“Oh so you think I’m gay then.” Haruna’s voice had noticeably hardened which caused Mariko to gulp.
Or maybe she should scratch that love part since all Mariko’s seeing is pure hate coming out of the flushed looking girl in front of her.
Mariko unconsciously licked her lips, before giving Haruna a shrug. "Well since you're the one who kissed me—"
"Screw you!" Haruna suddenly exclaimed as she stood up and slammed her hands hard on the table, causing other customers of the coffee shop to look their way.
Mariko couldn’t help but gulp again, feeling embarrassed and at the same time nervous as Haruna continues to glare down at her as she grits her teeth in anger. The coffee shop grew silent as everyone looks their way, waiting for Haruna’s next course of action. Everyone seems to be anticipating it. More so Mariko who honestly thought Haruna would take her drink and splash it on her face or something, but thankfully, after a moment of intense glaring, Haruna softly snarled a, “Screw you to hell, Shinoda,” her way before she grabbed her purse and began heading towards the exit, leaving Mariko to watch her retreating form.
For only a moment though, as without thinking, she quickly followed suit, trying to catch up with the other girl.
"Hey!” Mariko called out as she evades a few people who are going her way, continuing to follow Haruna who seems to be determined on ignoring her now. “Will you just...just stop and talk to me damn it." Mariko says as she grits her teeth, finally catching up to the other girl who was still walking hurriedly by her side.
Without turning to look at Mariko, Haruna rolled her eyes and grumbled out, "Yes because that's going all so well with you being a judgmental ass!"
"You're the one to talk!” Mariko fired back. “You spread rumors about me being gay!"
Haruna noticeably flinched at that, but quickly bounced back and reasoned out, “I didn't mean to spread that! It was an accident!” Which was true. She really didn’t mean to spread that. Just one joke out of her mouth and her squad seemed to think it’s gossip worthy and started spreading it around campus like a plague. It wasn’t really her fault.
…Okay so maybe it is, but it’s not ENTIRELY her fault!
“How can I believe that when you didn’t disprove it when it started spreading?!"
Haruna’s frown eased up at that. She bit her lower lip keeping her mouth shut as she continuously walked with Mariko following beside her. Mariko does seem to have a point about that. Haruna could’ve told people that it wasn’t true instead of laughing or shrugging at it whenever people ask her if it was true. She could’ve prevented it from spreading. But what does it matter anyway since Mariko’s popularity didn’t even decreased when it started spreading. If more, her popularity seems to have boosted up when that little joke started spreading. She had tons of fan girls now, watching her sweat on the court, some even started giving her flowers, flocking her way and professing their love for her. At least that’s what she heard.
Not that she’s asking about Mariko or anything…
Mariko, getting frustrated about how they’re talking while dodging people and walking around the mall with no apparent destination, quickly took hold of Haruna’s arm and pulled her to stop. “Look can we just, talk about what happened the other day? About how you suddenly kissed me out of nowhere.”
"Stop saying it like that!" Haruna growled out as she pulled her arm from Mariko’s hold. She took a step backward, wanting to put some space between them since she seriously want to hit Mariko what with how angry she’s making her. But it seems that Mariko isn’t aware of Haruna’s burning desire to hit her as she took a step forward, looking at her incredulously.
“Say it like what?!”
"Like you think I'm gay!" Haruna quickly retorted in a loud voice, stomping her feet like a brat, gaining the attention of the people who were near them. She ignores the looks being given. She disregards the stares that lingered as she aims her heated glare to her startled rival.
Mariko blinked back her surprise before she took another step forward towards Haruna, diminishing what’s left of Haruna’s personal space. Their noses inches from each other as she snarled right into Haruna’s face, “I'm just saying it on how it happened!"
Despite how the lack of space made Haruna a bit nervous, her glare didn’t falter and she didn’t back down, replying vehemently, “Right because I'm a raging lesbian now just because I made a huge stupid mistake of shutting you up by kissing you! Tell me again how you've never made a huge mistake in your entire life! Tell me again how perfect you are!" as she waves her hands in gestures of frustrations.
"Oh so you have a reason now miss ‘I don't know why I did that and leave me alone to think things through?’” Mariko tilted her head slightly and sneered. “Did sleeping it off in your princess room made you come up with that excuse?"
"I'm just saying it on how it happened." Haruna grits her teeth in anger, hands forming into fists. She clenched her fists hard enough for her nails to dig into her skin, thinking that if Mariko says something back, whatever it is, she’ll let the taller girl kiss her fist instead. Well since Mariko thinks of her as gay, her hands pretty much gay now as well, right? She’ll let her have some ‘lesbian’ fist kissing then.
Now why didn’t she even think about doing that the other day, instead of shutting Mariko up with a kiss?
Haruna’s hands eased up a little at that disturbing thought that has been tormenting her every time she thinks of what she did the other day.
Why did she kiss Mariko instead of just hitting her…?
“Dykes.” Someone coughed as they passed the two, snapping Haruna from her momentarily trance. She clenched her fist tight once again as she quickly turned towards the three guys wherein the two were giving the middle one—who seemingly was the one who made the comment—a pat in the back, laughing and glancing back at them as they do so.
“Excuse you?!” Haruna exclaimed as she began walking towards the three. Seeing the other girl looking like she’s off to kill the three, Mariko quickly intervene as she moved in front of Haruna and began coaxing her to calm down, her hands on the other girl’s shoulder.
The enraged girl began to struggle, earning more stares as she began calling out to the rude guys who were laughing at her, still calling her names from afar. Embarrassed by how Haruna is acting, wanting to get away to someplace private, Mariko turned Haruna, wrapped her arms around the still yelling, still struggling girl’s shoulder and began pushing her towards the exit of the mall.
Thankfully, halfway through the exit, Haruna seemed to have calmed down a little, grumbling to herself, “Assholes. Why is the world so full of them?”
Mariko glanced at her, noting how troubled Haruna looked as she pouts. The taller girl’s eyebrow and the corner of her lips arched up at the sight. “Why are you letting them get to you?”
“You say it like it doesn’t get to you.”
“Well, you could say I got used to it.” Mariko grinned as she looked away from the other girl. “Being dubbed as a lesbian in your school, you’d get some snide comments like that every now and then as well.”
Haruna turned to look at Mariko, surprised as her eyes widened a bit. All along she thought that the little joke that she had just mindlessly blurted out had been a good thing for Mariko; that it caused her rival’s popularity to boost up tremendously. It did, but then it also brought about spiteful comments about the taller girl’s ‘supposed’ sexuality.
Spiteful comments that Haruna, honestly, remember coming out of her mouth a few times as well.
Haruna looked away, biting her lower lip for a moment before muttering a, “I’m sorry,” as feelings of guilt once again started to resurface.
“Shit happens, I guess.” Mariko nonchalantly says as they continue to walk closely with each other, what with her arm still wrapped around her shoulder.
…Wait, what?
Mariko glanced at the other girl and fought back the urge the cringe upon finally noticing their close proximity. She gulped as her eyes slowly moved downwards, finding that, yeah, they were pretty much pressed up together. Well, her side—or rather—the side of her breast is pressed up against Haruna’s arm. Haruna doesn’t seem to notice though….or does she since she’s pretty much leaning on Mariko and…
…oh shit.
“Yeah, you know…” Mariko began laughing nervously, a faint blush across her cheeks as she subtly released her arm from Haruna and began scratching the back of head. “…be-because shit happens everyday and every hour and…every minute and every…second…?” Mariko frowned and tilted her head slightly, feeling a bit weirded out at what she just said. She maybe had expanded a little too much about that.
Haruna seems to share the same thoughts as her as she turned towards her and gave her a look. “Yeah, I think I get that.” She tells Mariko with a nod before taking a step back, giving them enough space which Mariko was silently thankful for.
“Right. Point is, it doesn’t really matter anymore since it’s in the past.” Mariko offered her a sheepish smile before she shrugged and turned to look away. “Plus if you know that what people say isn’t true, you’re just better off ignoring it or them, really. Saves you from being stressed out about it. Not to mention depressed. The important thing is, you know who you are.”
Mariko nodded her head before stealing a glance at Haruna who was seemingly staring at her. It actually made Mariko feeling a bit nervous since there was something she can’t pin point about Haruna’s stare. Before she can figure out what it is or why the other girl is staring at her, Haruna surprised her further by turning her gaze away and walking ahead of her, leaving her to momentarily stop to stare at her retreating form. Mariko stood still with a small frown as she watch Haruna walk further away, until finally, after exiting the mall, she stopped.
“Is she Bipolar or something?” Mariko mumbled with a frown. She tilted her head slightly as she watch Haruna’s shoulders moved as she probably let out a sigh. Mariko let out a sigh herself before she tightened her hold on the strap of her shoulder bag with her uninjured hand and made her way towards the girl.
“Do you know why I hate those assholes and why I almost hit you back there?” Was what greeted the taller girl the moment she stepped out of the automatic door of the mall. Mariko stood a few feet away from Haruna who still had her back to her. Mariko’s eyebrow arched up in confusion upon finding out that Haruna wanted to hit her. Obviously she wasn’t aware of that.
“Uh, because they were…assholes?” Mariko answered, unsure. Haruna did say they were assholes. That’s the obvious keyword right there. But then Haruna included her as well so maybe it’s more like, “Because WE were assholes?”
“It’s because I hate it when people think they know me, easily saying who I am, just like that.” Haruna admitted, her head downcast. Mariko watched with a frown, noting how Haruna’s shoulders dropped a little after letting out a sigh. “I mean, how can they even say those things, how can they even know…when…” Haruna seems to hesitate for a moment, before she admitted very softly, “When I…I don’t even know myself…?” glancing over her shoulder to look at Mariko as she said that last bit.
Mariko’s looked at her confusedly. Is Haruna…?
“Are you saying…what I think you’re saying?”
Haruna turned and faced Mariko. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it as she shook her head and looked away. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She finally said after a moment of pondering, looking just as confused as Mariko is.
Or rather WAS as her face slowly contorts from puzzlement to anger.
“You said that kissing me was a mistake!” Mariko took a step forward. “You told that to my face just a while ago!” She yells, getting frustrated at how Haruna is acting. First she throws a fit at a coffee shop for thinking that Mariko’s being a ‘judgmental ass’ thinking that she’s probably gay. Then she told Mariko—right in the middle of the mall attracting a couple of people passing by to look at them arguing—that kissing her was ‘huge stupid mistake’ right in her face. And now she’s telling her looking all confused and sad that she’s not even sure who she is?! That’s just…so completely messed up!
Just what is Haruna on anyway?!
Haruna quickly turned to look at Mariko. “I know! And it is! It is a mistake!” She snapped back with a glare, before slowly, a look of desperation and frustration slowly crosses her face.
“…But what if it isn’t?”
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“You know…” A familiar voice from beside her caused Haruna to snap back from her thoughts. Blinking a few times, she turned to look at the person who sat beside her, shaking her head a little. “I still can’t believe your mom really pulled through and got you Robin Thicke as your date tonight.” Her cheerleading, co-captain friend, Umeda Ayaka, tells her with a wry smile as she looks at Haruna’s date.
“Yeah.” Haruna replied flatly as she turned to look at where her date is, being surrounded by tons of girls near the dance floor. She shook her head and narrowed her eyes as Robin Thicke looked to be enjoying being flocked upon as he wore that over confident grin across his face. Haruna turned away with a sigh, resting her chin in her hand as she looked boredly back at her cake on the table. “She really didn’t like the idea of me being dumped before Prom, so she asked me if she could be the one to look for my date.”
Ayaka looks back at Haruna, one eyebrow cocked. “You look like you don’t care much.”
“I don’t.” Haruna simply stated as she picked the fork that was placed on the table and began poking her cake with it. Her mind began to wander once again, thinking back on how she voiced out her doubts to her rival. She thought back, remembering how the other girl looked to be stunned for a moment before her face contorts to a mixture of anger and…fear? Haruna wasn’t sure, but she knew there was something there besides anger. Haruna was sure of it. However, Mariko decided to let the anger she feels outweigh that other emotion of hers as she backed away from her, telling her that she’d just take the her ‘mistake excuse’ rather than the mind fuck that Haruna seems to be doing to her at that moment. That she didn’t need the drama right now and that Haruna should just leave her alone as thanks for what she did for the head cheerleader before she turned and walked away, leaving Haruna to stare at her retreating back feeling a bit hurt until it left her feeling conflicted and angry as she thought back it on the way to her home.
Haruna bit her lower lip, wondering why she suddenly remember that certain memory. It’s in the past now, so she really shouldn’t be thinking about it anymore, right?
“Yukarin, yes, we’re together.”
“Coward.” Haruna mumbled mindlessly as she stabbed her cake deep, causing it to crumble.
“Haruna, are you okay?” Ayaka, who was silently watching her friend asked as she rests her warm hand resting on Haruna’s arm. Haruna blinked a couple of times, before she looked at the dainty hand on her arm then turned to look at its owner who was looking at her worriedly.
“Yeah I’m fine, Ume-chan.” She said, giving her friend a nod and a smile. “Just thinking about something.” Somehow saying that didn’t ease the look of worry her friend was wearing. If more, her frown seemed to have deepened after that.
“You’ve been doing that quite a lot lately.” Ayaka simply pointed out as she removed her hand on Haruna’s arm.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Haruna sighed as she turned and rest her chin in her hand as she looked boredly back at her cake on the table.
“Well you do space out lots of times, more so than usual.” Which was true. Added the fact that the other girl’s mood is constantly changing, it worried Ayaka a bit. She can’t help but wonder what it is that the other girl seems to be thinking about.
“That’s because I’m thinking.” Haruna reasoned out with a shrug. “It’s when those little machine like round with spikes on the edges thingies work together and move inside my head.” Haruna added with hand gestures, trying to somehow imitate how the round objects she just described to work.
Ayaka narrowed her eyes. “They’re called cogs.”
“Right, right. Cogs.” Haruna turned to Ayaka, giving her her signature beaming smile. “You really are a reliable co-captain. What will I ever do without you, Ume-chan?”
“Probably forget a lot of things.” Ayaka stated as she cracked a genuine smile that
quickly turned into a grin as Haruna begins to pout. Haruna opened her mouth to retort but takes it back as she saw an unexpected person making her way towards the two.
“Kojima-san, can I talk to you?” Yukarin asks as she stood beside Ayaka. The two friends turned to look at her, noting the unreadable expression across her face.
“Are you okay, Yukarin?” Ayaka frowned feeling a bit confused and at the same time a bit weirded out at how it feels like something’s going on right now that she doesn’t know off. Something that probably involves Haruna and Yukarin maybe? And maybe Mariko as well? Ayaka isn’t sure.
Yuakrin momentarily turned to Ayaka, giving her a small smile as she says, “I’m fine,” before she turned back to look at Haruna. “I just REALLY want to talk to you right now, that’s all.”
Yukarin waits for Haruna’s response, as she seemed to be pondering on whether or not she should go with Yukarin to talk. She saw her glance somewhere that looked to be in the direction wherein Yukarin and her friends were seated and well…
…Yukarin couldn’t help but smile knowingly at that.
Haruna saw the somewhat teasing smile Yukarin is wearing but decided not to react or comment about it as she stood up from her seat. After mumbling ‘Later’ to Ayaka, the two began heading towards the exit, unto the hallways and into the far end of the main lobby with Haruna walking ahead and leading Yukarin.
The other girl didn’t mind one bit and just silently followed her. She was actually glad that Haruna opted that they do their talking inside rather than outside since, well, the person that they’re going to talk about is still outside getting some needed fresh air.
A really REALLY much needed fresh air.
“So? What do you want to talk about?” Haruna asked in a voice devoid of emotions much like her face is.
Yukarin noticing this, began to wonder if talking to Haruna would be a difficult feat to do. But instead of being discouraged about that thought or realization, she actually found it challenging that she couldn’t help but feel pumped up about that in a way. It seems to show as she boldly says, “Mariko told me what happened between you two.”
“What happened between the two of us?” Haruna asked, tilting her head slightly looking at Yukarin confusedly.
Yukarin not buying the act, pointed at Haruna with a frown. “Don’t play dumb.” Suddenly realizing who it is that she’s talking to, she eventually bought the act. “Or you aren’t playing.” She slowly lowered her hand, her frown deepening. “You know I can’t really tell since it’s you.” Well, it is Haruna.
Haruna narrowed her eyes whilst she crossed her arms over her chest. “Gee thanks.”
Yukarin shook her head, trying to focus on the topic at hand. “Anyway, Mariko told me about the moment you two had.” She said as she waved her hand dismissively. She noted how the other girl seemed unfazed by that information she disclosed. In fact, she looked a bit…unconcerned. Huh.
“Which one?” Haruna flatly replies causing Yukarin to widen her eyes, completely thrown at THAT information. Mariko and Haruna had…
“You two had more than one moment?!”
This time, Yukarin notes how Haruna’s face seemed to have hardened, looking a bit angry as she glares intimidatingly at her. It scares her a lot especially when the other girl took a step towards her causing Yukarin to take a step back for safety reasons such as severe hair pulling or yelling. Either one would hurt Yukarin really.
“Let me guess…” Haruna started in a low, almost growling voice. “She told you about our moment wherein I kissed her.” Haruna took another step forward. Yukarin gulped and stepped back as Haruna took another step towards her. She then tilted her head, giving Yukarin a menacing look as she continues, “But she failed to mention that other moment wherein she. Kissed. Me.”
“What?!”
~ When life starts making sense
The world is upside down again ~
TBC
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Next up: The end. For god's sakes, let it be the end!! :banghead: Will try to update BC next since I just found out that I've written 17 pages on that already. Kinda forgot. :nervous See you guys when I see yous. XD Take care! XD
Oh, and happy MariHaru day. :lol:
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:farofflook: ..THIS IS JUST AWESOME... :farofflook:
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..a Beautiful fic...
*emotions flooded*
:on bleed:
:tama-apeshit: Flameeyes the silent reader (for now) :tama-apeshit:
:thumbup is signing out 'til next time chu~ :peace:
:tama-bye:
P.S. tenchu~ for this fic chu~ :twothumbs || a-and :tama-excite: to know that I am dear to you is just~ :mon lovelaff: kya~ *fangirling* my kokoro~!!! >//////<
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Thanks a lot for the super belated bday present lmao XD
and I'm not some "HOLY SHIET DIVA" I'm just normal girl :v/
AND YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FINALLEH. But I thought it would end in... ah nevermind.
OKAY WILL COMMENT LATER CUZ MY MIND IS LASDJLAKSJDLASKJDLASJDLAKDJSKLD
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I'm so glad that its finally updated! :D
lol they skipped school.. How sweet!
OMG Their moments... And I'm shocked. When did Mariko kiss Haruna? :O
I wonder!!
Please update soon, Fof-san! And thanks for your update! :)
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I love your fanfics FOF-san. :heart: Please keep writing. And make us happy - my readers ...
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thanks for creating these fics m(_ _)m
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please end this story I'm dying to read why mariko kissed haruna
i beg you please!!!
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Re reading Go figure again ❤
*whisper* still waiting for the next update *blush* (////w////)/
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This is so beautiful fanfic a-and it makes me cry that it was like the last update was four years ago... a-and... it's just my emotion as a reader piling up still the love for this fanfic will stay the same... HUHUHUHU I miss the old days... :pleeease:
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