Hello, Everyone! This is my first uploaded story to this website.
I have permission to continue my own version of Mission Impossible from the author OneWingedHeron53.
This is my first actual story I've written, so it is not the best.
I DO NOT OWN SCHOOL RUMBLE!
Jin Kobayashi already does a good job of doing that.
Chapter 1: The Plan
The next day, Harima awoke.
As soon as he did, He literally turned old in the face because of another misunderstanding.
This time it was with Akira. Out of all of the people they could have misunderstood him to be with.
They chose her...
"Damn that spectacled freak Fuyuki! Not only did he mess another chance for me to be with Tenma,
He's gotten everyone thinking I'm in love with Akira!"
He put his hands on his ears and started sobbing in hysterical, uncontrollable heaves.
"GYAH, Now what am I gonna do!"
"Do what I told you."
"Oh yeah, that's right."
A shock ran through Harima's body. He twitched his head to the person beside him. To the left of him lied Akira. The covers concealed all the way up to her nose. Her emotionless eyes added more tension in the air than Harima's shocked state. He stared at her, gawking as if he had seen a ghost.
"A-Ak-Ak-!" was all Harima could utter as Akira slipped out of bed and walked out of the room clad in panties and a bra. His mouth was a perfect rectangle. He didn't know what the hell was going on.
"HOLY CRAP! WHY IS AKIRA IN MY HOUSE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON ANYMORE!"
He clasped his hands on his ears again, mumbling to himself as he walked out of his room, sweaty and dazed. Half-way through the short hallway, his older cousin noticed him.
"You're awake, I see." Itoko greeted as she was getting ready to depart.
"Before I go, I wanted to tell you that I made you breakfast."
Harima looked over to her.
"Huh? You made me breakfast? But you never do that..."
Itoko smiled briefly, then glanced at Harima.
"Let's just say it's to make up for lost time little cousin."
She then leaves the apartment with a concise goodbye.
"Hmm, she sure did leave kind of early today... We still have an hour." Harima said to himself.
"Well I'm hungry, so I might as well dig in."
Harima made his way into the small but stylish kitchen, and found a plate of food Itoko prepared for him.
In spite of her kindness, something seemed off.
"Two plates?" he mused as he studied them.
"Why would she make two pl-"
Then the answer hit him like a ton of bricks.
"SHE KNEW AKIRA WAS HERE! OOH! THAT NO GOOD, LOUSY, TWO-BIT COUSIN OF MINE! ITOKO!"
Itoko, a few hundred feet away, stopped for a second, smirked it off, and continued walking. Harima, a grumbled mess, sat down and began eating vigorously. Ten minutes into the meal, Akira came to the table after getting out of the shower. The smell of her clean body wafted slowly towards Harima as she moved to grab her chop sticks. Harima noticed the fragrance, but didn't think too much into it. Harima decided that then was the time to ask. He stopped eating.
"So, uh... Akira..."
She looked up and stared at him.
"Hm?"
"Well uh... what... exactly were you uh... doing in my bed this morning?"
As he looked at her emotionless face, he felt as if he were undergoing the faucet leak torture, he wanted
to get away from it, but he couldn't.
For a few moments she didn't say anything. She just stared at Harima. His facial features slowly losing detail as she keeps staring. She smiled slightly. This brought Harima to full detail once again.
"Well... You want to be with Tenma, don't you?"
"Yeah, of course." Harima snorted.
"Well, if you want her, then you're going to have to make her jealous."
Harima started to pay full attention to her, as if it were a matter of life or death.
"The only way you can do it is if you have a girlfriend. That's where I come in. I will act as your girlfriend, Harima. That means we'll hang out together, eat lunch together, share an umbrella together, kiss together, and even live together..."
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"That's why I was in your bed this morning."
"OH, AH HAH! I SEE NOW!" He guffawed densely as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Anyway, I'm sure if she sees the both of us together; she'll want to know why. She'll soon be chasing you instead of the other way around."
Harima's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. Knowing that Akira's plans succeed 99.99% of the time,
He felt that this actually may work.
"I might actually have a chance to be with Tenma after all..." He thought to himself as he ran through the plan mentally once more.
A small grin grew on his face as he envisioned Tenma and himself together.
"All right Akira! I'm in!"
"It wouldn't matter anyway, because everyone already thinks we are." Akira noted to Harima as she began to
sip from her cup.
A big sweat drop formed on the side of Harima's head at that response.
"Heh, Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He expressed nervously.
After fifteen minutes passed, Harima and Akira changed into their school attire for Yagami High School.
This in turn gave them the opportunity to leave.
Harima began to get on his bike, when Akira came behind him and got on as well.
"WHAT THE-?" Harima shouted as he turned around.
"What? Did you forget already? We're supposed to act like a couple." Akira reassured him.
"Oh yeah! Eh heh, Sorry. I'm just not used to someone riding with me." He retorted. "Hear, Wear this."
Harima handed her a black helmet with chrome sidings and a lightly tinted green eye shield. She put it on and adjusted her face into it. Then she realized-
"Where's your helmet?" She asked out of curiosity.
"You're wearing it." He replied. "I wouldn't let you ride without one. Besides, I don't like wearing helmets anyway."
She looks at him for a minute, a little startled by his reply. Not a moment later, she shook it off and then held onto him softly, but with enough force to keep her wrapped around him.
He cranked his motorcycle. Gave it one rev and then began their journey to school.
It had taken them roughly ten minutes to get to school. By the time they got there, there were others gradually getting in through the entrance gate. Harima slowed the motorcycle until it came to a complete stop.
"Who's that on the back of Harima's bike?" One boy student asked another.
"I don't know. She may be a delinquent student just like him."
While Harima got off of his bike, He turned and grabbed Akira's hand. She swung her left leg over the seat, and then sat upwards.
Everyone gazed at the two of them as they resumed. She removed her helmet and received a bunch of amazed looks from everyone.
"NO WAY! THAT'S TAKANO FROM 2-C!" "SHE'S GOING OUT WITH HARIMA!" "WHAT DOES SHE SEE IN HIM!" "THEY'RE A COUPLE! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN!" "OH, THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY!"
Many people were commenting on the two of them, mainly in disagreement or talking about what happened the day before.
Harima looked at Akira and she looked back at him with her face still emotionless, but just a little different from the norm. Harima gulped for he knew there was no turning back. She then grabbed his hand as they both began walking towards the main entrance of the building.
Everyone became quiet as they observed the two students walk inside.
"See Harima, You didn't have to do much to make people believe it." Akira stated as she walked with Harima down the hall.
"But in order to convince the others, we have to do more than just hold hands."
"I, I understand." Harima answered with a minute feeling of worry.
They were only thirty paces away from the 2-C doorway now.
Harima stopped to gain his composure back as the normal delinquent he usually was. Akira remained quiet until Harima was ready.
"All right Akira... I'm ready."
Akira lightly nodded her head. They began to make their way to the door.
"This is all or you Tenma." Harima resounded in his head as he neared the entrance.
Harima and Akira make it to the door. They pause again only to take a short breath, and then walk inside.
So That's it for Chapter 1. It had taken me a little while to write this. I was editing it mostly.
I had a little trouble figuring out how to upload correctly. So please spare me.
Comments will be appreciated. :3