Sunday, April 15, 2007

Dudes! I have a sore throat =( I'm watching Yu-Gi-Oh The Abridged Series and omg...I haven't laughed so much in a long time. I wanna show my brother, but he's at his friend's house right now. That dooshbag >.< Oh well, at least there's no school tomorrow for us. Yay! I scanned in everything today, in case no one noticed XD I really want to paint ONE of the sketches later...but I just feel so...blah. I've written more to my PoT fics! Muhahaha!

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“Ah! Kirihara-kun!”

Kirihara turned around, irritated. He wanted to hurry and meet up with Chris outside the school. “What?” he growled.

The girl flushed red. “Anou…I really like you!”

He blinked. “Yeah? And?”

“W-Well…I-I hoped we could maybe do something later…”

“Sorry, I’ve got plans.” He narrowed his green eyes. “With my girlfriend.”

The girl gasped. “G-Girlfriend? Since when does Kirihara-kun have a girlfriend?!”

He ignored her and walked away. He saw Chris waiting for him by the gate and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted. He took her by the hand and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. “Been waiting long?”

“No,” she replied, blushing slightly. “I just got out here. Um…Akaya, why is that girl coming over here?”

“Eh?” He turned around and rolled his eyes. “Jeez, I thought I already got rid of this crazy girl…”

“Kirihara-kun is dating the American?” the girl shrieked, pointing a finger rudely at Chris.

“Yeah, I am,” Kirihara snapped. “Now leave us alone. Your voice is annoying.”

“I will not accept this, Kirihara-kun! What does this foreigner have that I don’t?”

“For starters, a brain,” he sneered.

Chris muffled her laugh with her hand. The other girl glared at her, eyes blazing. “Stop laughing, filth!”

Kirihara felt his temper snap. He clenched his fits tightly. Chris gave him a warning look. “I’ll laugh if I want to,” she said coolly, turning towards the other girl. “Your personality is disgusting. You want to think you’re better than me? Then stop being a whiny little brat. Let’s go, Akaya.” She grabbed the black-haired boy’s hand and marched off.

“Nice,” he said with a grin. “You shut her up.”

“Like you said, she was annoying. I can’t stand people like that.”

***

Yuuta couldn’t describe it any other way.

Mizuki was glowing.

It was obvious to everyone else on the tennis team as well when their resident data collector came to practice that day. He was happier than they had ever seen him. At first, Yuuta thought that maybe his brother had finally remembered Mizuki and had agreed to play a tennis match. But that thought disappeared as quickly as it had come.

His brother would never do something like that.

So his next thought was that something good had happened with Bonnie. He didn’t like prying into anyone else’s business; that was Mizuki’s job. But he was curious. “Mizuki-san?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes, Yuuta-kun?” Yep. Definitely Bonnie-related happiness.

“Um…why are you so happy?” He figured he’d try and get a direct answer.

Mizuki gave his trademark smirk while twirling his finger in a lock of hair. “Don’t be such a nosy pest, Yuuta-kun. What I do in my private life is none of your business.”

“He’s a hypocrite dane,” Yanagisawa whispered.

“Did you say something?”

“N-Nothing dane!” Yuuta watched as Mizuki then sauntered off somewhere, smiling like it was his birthday all over again. “How much you wanna bet this has something to do with Bonnie-chan dane?” Yanagisawa mumbled.

Yuuta sighed. “Out of a ratio of 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest percent? I’d say 11.”

***

“Hitomi, how are things with that boy?” her mother asked casually one night while the family ate dinner.

Hitomi glanced up from her food and blinked. “What boy?”

“That sweet boy with the red hair; Yuushi’s friend.”

She blushed. “Um…we’re just good friends, Okaa-san.”

“Really?” her father mumbled. “I was under the impression that you liked him.”

“I do…just not romantically.”

She cast a look at her cousin, who merely shrugged and continued eating his meal. She glared at him, angry that he wasn’t helping her at all. “Mou, Hitomi, when will you learn to love what’s in front of you?” her mother sighed. “He was such a nice boy.”

“If I may something, Obaa-han,” Yuushi addressed his aunt. “Gakuto really doesn’t have the mind set for a lasting relationship with anyone. He would have only ended up hurting Hitomi, so I thought it best to end any potential relationship the two might have had.”

The older woman stared at him. “I see. I can understand your logic, Yuushi. You care about Hitomi very much. You’re like the brother she never had.”

He visibly winced. I don’t want to be her brother, he thought angrily. I want… He felt Hitomi place a hand on his and he looked up at her, stunned. Hitomi…

“You’re right, Okaa-san. Yuushi is like a brother to me. I appreciate everything he’s done for me.”

“You’re welcome…Hitomi,” he replied, feeling his heart speed up as she continued to hold his hand. When she smiled at him, he suppressed a moan. It was taking all his willpower not to take her in his arms and kiss her.

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And here's more of my Hyotei regulars/OC fanfic:

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The next few days were hell. Asami felt that her firm attitude with the Hyotei boys was fading. She would get these pathetic looks and really, who can resist a pair of puppy eyes? Or, in her case, fourteen pairs of puppy eyes. Atobe and her still argued whenever the opportunity arose, but Asami now noted that he talked to her with a more flirtatious tone of voice. It was creeping her out.

What crept her out even more was when she received a letter of invitation to a party that Atobe was holding in regards to White Day. “He’s gotta be joking,” she grumbled. “Who throws a party on White Day?” She stared at the invitation, written in Atobe’s clear, elegant handwriting and snorted at the small P.S. he had added.

You MUST show up, Sakaki. And you must wear a dress. Dress pants and a nice shirt don’t count. Hope to see you there.

Atobe Keigo

“Such a brat…” she mumbled. “Now he’s demanding things from me. Just ‘cause I gave him a little chocolate…”

***

Asami felt extremely self-conscious when she arrived at Atobe’s mansion. She knew the guy was loaded, but she hadn’t thought he was THIS loaded. This isn’t normal, she thought arching a brow at all the decorations. All this for White Day? Sheesh…

“Finally, you decided to show up,” Atobe sneered, coming down the winding staircase. He was dressed in a designer suit.

“What do you mean?” Asami snapped. “I’m on time.”

“Ah, if you spared a glance at the clock you would notice that you’re five minutes late.”

It took all of Asami’s will-power not to strangle him. “Asami-han?” she heard Oshitari say from behind her.

“Hey, Oshitari,” she greeted. He didn’t respond and she frowned. “Yes, those are my legs, Oshitari. You can stop staring now.”

He blushed furiously and cleared his throat. “Have the others arrived yet, Atobe?”

Asami blinked. Others? As in, more people? “Jiroh is sleeping somewhere, Shishido and Ootori are on their way, Gakuto just arrived, and Hiyoshi will be slightly delayed.”

Gakuto bounded over to Asami, who was able to side-step him so that he didn’t glomp her. He grinned. “Nice outfit, Asami-chan,” he said.

“My uncle picked it out for me,” she mumbled back.

“Coach has good taste, na Kabaji?” Atobe said, to which the larger boy replied with his usual, “Ossu.”

Asami’s cheeks turned red. She was starting to wish she had longer hair so that it hid her face. Gradually, the other team members arrived, with Jiroh successfully glomping Asami from behind, causing her dress to loosen slightly and almost giving the boys a peep show of her chest. Lucky for her, none of them seemed to notice her predicament and she was able to readjust her dress without any of them questioning her.

When the music started, she was asked to dance at least once by all the boys. She begrudgingly agreed. Jiroh had been more preoccupied with trying to sleep on her shoulder when they danced. Gakuto wasn’t that much shorter than Asami, but because she was wearing heals, his face was level with her chest when they danced. Asami was not comfortable. Ootori claimed he was a bad dancer, but she had to admit that he was a lot better than her. Shishido had seemed a bit indifferent to the idea of dancing with her, as did Hiyoshi. But both boys had blushed like crazy when they were told by Atobe that the proper position for holding a girl when dancing was to hold her waist.

Oshitari had gradually led her across the dance floor, smiling at her with that smile that made lesser girls swoon. Atobe was last, sauntering towards her with that confident air that only he could achieve. He carried a single red rose in his hand. He then made an elegant bow, to which Asami had to stifle a laugh. He put the rose between his teeth and snapped his fingers. A tango rhythm erupted from the speakers in the room and he reached his hand out to her. Asami, completely in awe that he actually was asking her to dance the tango with him, grasped his hand and found herself being pulled flush against him. Her cheeks burned, but she had no time to think. Atobe’s left hand had grasped hers while his right held her waist. They strolled across the dance floor, capturing everyone’s attention.

When they turned to face each other, Atobe gave one of his devilish smirks before turning his head again to follow the addictive beat. Asami felt herself amazed that this spoiled brat was actually quite cultured. She’d heard rumors from her uncle that Atobe was the best student in his year. She also heard that his favorite subject happened to be Greek. Atobe is…amazing, she found herself thinking. The music stopped and he dipped her slowly, taking the rose from his mouth and smiling warmly at her. He then leaned closer and whispered, “Ore-sama no bigi ni yoina, Sakaki.”

She blinked as he handed her the rose and pulled her back to a standing position. She heard several claps, mostly from Ootori and Jiroh. “SUGOIIII!” the normally tired boy cried. “Asami-chan, I had no idea you could dance the tango!”

“I…can’t,” she admitted. “Atobe did everything.”

“I most certainly did not,” Atobe replied. “Remember, it takes two to tango.”

She flushed. “Atobe, you’re such a nuisance.”

“Aa~? You won’t be saying that when I present you with your White Day gift, na Kabaji?”

“Ossu.”

“You actually got me something?” she groaned, starting to dread the situation even more.

“Of course. Ore-sama wouldn’t get a gift for just anybody after all.”

“Mou, stop hogging her, Atobe,” Gakuto grumbled, latching onto Asami’s arm. “You had your chance to be a show-off.”

The taller boy glared at him. “Mind your words, Gakuto. I may have you running extra laps tomorrow.”

The magenta-haired boy stuck his tongue out. “That’s for Asami-chan to decide.” The glaring contest between the two was humorous, but Asami wanted no part of it. She grabbed Gakuto by the scruff of his collar and pulled him away. The other regulars laughed, while Atobe cracked an amused grin. Gakuto’s face burned in embarrassment. “Asami-chan, let me go!” he growled. “Everyone’s laughing…”

“Stop whining, Gakuto,” she replied. “If I didn’t pull you away, you and Atobe would have started a catfight any moment.”

“Mou, you’re so mean,” he pouted.

Asami rolled her eyes. “You’re so immature.”



***

Asami realized early on that the boys from the high school had once been interested in her. Several had actually followed her to the middle school tennis courts where she met up with the Hyotei regulars. Unfortunately, coming within a few feet of the tennis courts was like signing your own death warrant. She learned that many of the boys that had followed her to the courts later had an epiphany and decided they really didn’t like her all that much after all.

Asami didn’t believe in epiphanies. She believed that Atobe and his entourage had scared off the stalkers. This was annoying because it ruined any potential dates she could have had. Not that she was looking to date anyone of course. She could almost picture the hissing Atobe would make if he saw a boy he didn’t know trying to talk to Asami. It was funny and creepy at the same time.

After school one day, Asami was acutely aware of the presence of not one, but two boys following her to the tennis courts. She decided to ignore them, since they weren’t doing anything harmful. She found the regulars waiting for her on the courts. The two boys watching her hid themselves as best they could. But they were no match for Atobe’s gift of Insight.

It took only a matter of five minutes before Atobe was mumbling to his team, “Two stalkers this time. You know what to do.”

They all nodded with a resounding, “Hai!”

Asami was blissfully unaware of the commotion and wanted to stay that way. The first thing Atobe noticed about the new stalkers was that they seemed less perturbed by the fact that Asami helped coach the middle school tennis team. Most of the others had made loud declarations (giving them away) and one had evenly openly admitted defeat because Atobe was too rich and much handsomer than he. This small memory made Atobe’s lips curve into a smirk. Oh, he was going to have fun with these boys. It was amazing how stupid high schoolers could be sometimes.

Sukiyama Norio couldn’t begin to fathom why he had followed his friend and senpai, Hoshi Sadao, in following the strange but pretty Sakaki Asami. She was in several of his classes, but he didn’t know her that well. Sadao was obsessed with her. He had begged and pleaded with Norio to come with him on following her after school. Now Norio was beginning to regret coming at all. Asami had headed in the direction for the Hyotei middle school, which was notorious for its tennis team. Normally, he wouldn’t be scared of middle schoolers, but he had heard rumors of the team’s captain. It was said he could read people’s minds. The black-haired boy shuddered.

“Hoshi-senpai,” he whispered, grabbing the taller boy’s arm. “I think this is a bad idea.”

“Shut up, Sukiyama,” Sadao snapped, running a hand through his dyed blonde hair. “These Hyotei tennis guys are little kids. We can handle ‘em.”

“But—”

“Quiet. Asami-hime is talking.” The two huddled in a corner, didn’t realize the impending doom approaching. Norio was the first to notice that the shadow being cast behind them was too big to be theirs. He chanced turning around and let out a scream. When Sadao went to cover his mouth, he also screamed and jumped up from his hiding place. The giant form of Kabaji towered over them, giving them a look that translated into ‘leave or you die’. Both boys ran away, only to be stopped by Gakuto.

“Heh, what are high schoolers doin’ here?” he sneered, jumping to incredible heights and leaving the older boys speechless.

“S-Sugoi,” Norio mumbled, watching the acrobatic boy jump higher and higher.

“Idiot, don’t praise the freak!” his friend growled. He grabbed Norio by the arm and pulled him away, only to nearly collide with Shishido and Ootori. The taller boy wasn’t as intimidating as his doubles partner.

“What the hell do you want?” Shishido said coldly.

“Nothing, we were just leaving!” Sadao replied quickly, turning around, only to come face to face with Oshitari.

“Stalking is a bad habit,” he muttered, pushing his glasses further on his nose. “You aren’t some of Atobe’s fanboys, are you?”

“Fanboys?” Sadao shrieked. “Like hell! I like girls!”

Oshitari smirked. “Really? And what girl do you like?”

“Asami-hime of course!”

Norio shook his head in disbelief. His friend could be an even bigger idiot than him. “Asami-hime?” Jiroh repeated with a yawn, coming up behind them. “Asami-chan wouldn’t like that nickname.”

“She most certainly wouldn’t,” Atobe added, walking towards the boys. “Do you two despicable boys have a purpose for being on the Hyotei tennis courts?”

“Yeah!” Sadao cried. “I’m here to declare my love for Asami-hime!”

Atobe smirked cruelly. “Unfortunately, you won’t get a chance. No other boy speaks to Sakaki Asami but us, understood?”

“Hey, you can’t speak to us like that! We’re your senpais!”

“Senpai or not, leave.”

“And if we don’t?”

“Hoshi-senpai,” Norio whimpered.

Atobe raised an elegant eyebrow before snapping his fingers. “Kabaji.”

“Ossu.”

Sadao and Norio found themselves suspended in the air by the larger boy. Asami chose that moment to come over to see the unfortunate victims. She recognized one of the boys as being in some of her classes but the blonde one she had never seen. The hearts in his eyes when he saw her were frightening.

“Asami-hime!” he cried.

The Hyotei regulars winced at the nickname. Asami gave him an incredulous look. “Do I know you?”

“Hoshi Sadao of class 2-D! I’ve been in love with you since I first laid my eyes on you, Asami-hime!”

“That’s nice,” she replied coolly. “You’re interrupting the team’s practice. Leave.”

“B-But, Asami-hime—”

“Don’t call me that. C’mon guys, get back on the courts. Practice isn’t over yet.” She walked away, leaving the high school boys at the mercy of the Hyotei Gakuen tennis team.

“Ore-sama did warn you,” Atobe sighed dramatically. “Kabaji, throw this trash away.”

“Ossu.”

“W-Wait! You’ve corrupted her! She shouldn’t be coaching some ragtag middle school tennis team!”

Atobe glared at him heatedly. “Ore-sama is quite unsure if ore-sama heard you correctly. Did you call us a ‘ragtag middle school tennis team?’” he hissed.

“Yeah!” Sadao said smirking, thinking he was pretty smart and brave for standing up to Atobe Keigo.

“I see…On second thought, let’s let them feel the power behind our tennis, na Kabaji?”

“Ossu.”

Moments later found the boys all on the tennis courts. Sadao and Norio were holding rackets on one side of the court while Atobe stood on the opposite side. “Ore-sama will face you both single-handedly,” he announced.

“We’ll still beat you,” Sadao crowed. “Tennis isn’t that hard.”

Norio cringed behind him. “Hoshi-senpai, I don’t know how to play tennis.”

“Neither do I. C’mon, it’ll be a cinch. You just hit the ball with the racket.”

“O-Okay.”

“Here I go!” Atobe called, serving the ball. Neither boy moved when the ball bounced passed them.

“What the—? That serve was so fast,” Sadao muttered.

Several minutes later…

“Ore-sama no bigi ni yoina!” Atobe shouted, finishing off his Hametsu e no Rondo.

Asami calmly said, “6 games to love. Atobe wins.”

“Ore-sama didn’t even break a sweat,” he sneered. “Now leave the courts before ore-sama decides to use force.”

“B-But Asami-hime,” Sadao whimpered.

“Is not yours,” the diva snarled. “Leave.”

The two high school boys nodded, giving in to defeat. It was another victory for the Hyotei tennis team. Asami sighed as she stood up. “You enjoyed that too much, Atobe,” she grumbled.

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That's all for now peeps. Bye!





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