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Summary: High school student Chihiro Ogino is given the task of tutoring the strange, sad boy that everyone calls No-Face; but will barriers prevent them from understanding one another? A tale filled with many hiccups, a slow-starting friendship, possibilities of love, and of course, a masquerade.
Dramatics
Chihiro Ogino, was an exceptional student. At the moment however, she was not demonstrating her abilities at all; she was too engrossed in her daydream ensconced doodles. Although she heard the teacher speak, she wasn't really listening. Therefore, it was understandable when she didn't budge from her seat as the class was dismissed, and every one packed up to leave. She also made it far too easy to be snuck up on. With a quick dance of fingers along her exposed ribs, a boy shouted, "Boo!"
Chihiro shrieked, wrenching herself from his grasp, realizing too late that the movement caused her pen to drag over her creation.
"Hakuuuu, look what you did!" she cried in dismay. The picture of the dragon was ruined. She had intended it as a gift for her friend; he was obsessed with the mythical creatures, and Chinese Lungs were his favourite. But now a long, black zigzag marked the dragon's eye to his tail. Thin brows furrowed and Chihiro's lower lip stuck out; eying her friend accusingly.
Raising his hands in surrender, he tried not to laugh at her childish pout. Instantly reserving his facial expressions, as only he could, Haku gave a formal apology.
"I, Nigihayami Kohaku Nushi, am prepared to take full responsibility for the wrong I have committed." Then he took Chihiro's pen in hand with a flourish and dramatically plunged it into his armpit. He clutched his heart for good measure, as he collapsed into a desk chair, and went limp. Chihiro lifted an eyebrow unimpressed; was that it? She leaned forward to inspect her fallen comrade and jumped when Haku gasped noisily, pitching his arms and legs into the air before expelling, "Goodbye, cruel word!" Effectively 'dying' again; this time his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth. Chihiro giggled in spite of herself and clapped at the performance.
"I, Ogino Chihiro, accept your sacrifice; but not your apology."
"What? Why?" Haku sat back up, straightening his school uniform and quirking an eyebrow. She looked at him stoically, all traces of patience gone. Suddenly perking up; eyes glittering, he grabbed her hand and crowed, "I know what it takes to make you forgive me!" Chihiro eyed him skeptically. With a smirk he leaped from the desk chair and bent down so that green eyes met grey ones, "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!" Chihiro's face lit up; quoting her favourite movie could only mean one thing. Laughing she released his grip, to put away her things, before meeting him at the door.
"You keep using that word; I do not think it means what you think it means," she retorted, as was their custom. Beaming at their renewed friendship, neither of them noticed the sad face watching from the window as they left the room, arm in arm.
August 7, 2013
Words: 475
Author's Note:
Why hello there. I have decided against my better judgment to start this fanfic, because once the idea came to me I simply could not let it go. Whether I was cooking, showering, driving, or attempting to sleep, thoughts, images, conversations, and people echoed in my head; begging me to tell their story. So now, here we are. I plan to keep every chapter short, (meaning not exceeding 800 words) and they will more than likely not be continuous, as I flit from concept, to concept. If my breadcrumbs leave you wanting, please leave me a review or a PM, and I will gladly answer your questions.
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Take care,
Boots