Okay, so this is going to be my first time writing an AU story…so I'm not exactly sure how this will turn out. ^^;
Disclaimer: Really? You think that Peach-Pit would actually spend time writing fanfics on a website made for fans?
Nagihiko's mother clapped her hands. "Nagihiko, that is enough."
Nagihiko stopped and sighed. Why couldn't he perfect the dance he was supposed to learn? He braced himself for the lecture that was coming.
"Nagihiko, you must learn to get this move right. It's important for the sake of our family tradition. Look at your sister; she's so elegant. Why can't you be like her? You're acting as if you are a disgrace to the family. You need to learn sooner or later, or else what is going to happen to our reputation as the Fujisaki family? We will practice again tomorrow, and by then, your dance moves must be better." And with that, Nagihiko's mother left the dancing room.
Nagihiko went up into his bedroom, and practically threw himself onto his bed. Another one of those days, he thought to himself. It was the same routine over and over again: He would do his best at his dancing, and then he would get told by his mother and compared to his oh-so-perfect twin sister, Nadeshiko. He thought back to what his mother said. Why can't you be like her? Nagihiko didn't know the answer, although he felt like he should've.
His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang. He answered it, "Hello?"
"Hey, Nagihiko. It's me."
"Oh…Nadeshiko. Hi. Why'd you call me?"
"Oh, so I can't call my dear brother out of love just for the heck of it?" Nadeshiko asked playfully, feigning hurt.
"…Sorry."
"Don't mention it. So what's wrong?"
"…Nothing."
"Okay, first of all, you are horrible at acting at times like these. Second, I'm your twin sister. I'm supposed to know what you're feeling."
"No, it's…it's stupid anyway. It's nothing important."
There was silence on the phone for a while, but Nadeshiko said with a sigh, "Alright, even though I think that's not the situation at all, I'll stop bugging you. Moving on from that, how's it going?"
"Good, I guess. How's it going in Europe?"
When walking to school, Nagihiko felt confused, looking down at the ground. His mind was still on what his mother said. Why am I even so bothered by this? It was just another one of her lectures, so how come I care about this so much? It's not like I'm supposed to…
He glanced up to notice that he had already arrived at the school entrance, and at that instant, the bell rung. Before he had time to react, a small girl with curly blonde hair suddenly rushed past him, probably to avoid being late. He stared for a second before shrugging it off, assuming it was just a frantic underclassman.
Once he went inside the classroom, he was greeted with a very rude welcome.
"Hey, look! It's the Fujisaki loser! Hey, gay boy, how's your dancing going? Or are you letting your twin sister do the job for you?" Kirishima Fuyuki and his group of goons laughed.
Nagihiko shot all of them a menacing glare and walked past them, simply saying, "I don't have time to answer to idiots like you, Kirishima. You're just wasting your time if you're just standing here teasing me."
Kirishima shot Nagihiko a glare back. "Look Fujisaki, just to let you know, you're a total moron if you think I'm just going to back off like this. After all, you're just a gay crossdresser."
"At least I have a life, unlike someone who finds so much joy in bullying others," Nagihiko hissed.
Kirishima raised one eyebrow in mock amusement. "So trying and failing to dance is considered a life?"
Nagihiko was on his last nerve, and was just about ready to sock Kirishima in the face, if it wasn't for the teacher coming in.
"Alright class, take your seats, take your seats!"
When Nagihiko sat down, he could still feel Kirishima's death glare from the back of the room burning a hole into his back. He mentally rolled his eyes.
"Okay, this is a bit of a unexpected situation, but we are having a new student today," the teacher announced.
Nagihiko stared. A transfer student was coming? How come nobody had heard about it yet? He heard many excited whispers around the room.
"You may come in now," the teacher called, facing the door.
The door opened, and in walked the new student. Nagihiko's eyes widened. The transfer student was the girl who had hurried past him earlier that morning. She quietly walked in, taking small steps, stopping right in front of the teacher's desk. She looked at the rest of the class with an emotionless face.
"Class, this is Mashiro Rima-san. I hope some of you will make good friends with her."
Okay… That was a pretty short, but hey, it's only just the prologue.
R & R!
