.:One Strange Day:.
*~~Chapter One: 'Last Day Of Summer': STARTETH…~~*
Gray groaned groggily, her yawn muffled y the pillow on top of her face. Scowling, she pulled it off and took a look at her bed. A complete and utter mess, as always. Meh. That's how she liked it, she supposed. She rose to a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. It was….6:30, holy crap….Why couldn't she learn to sleep in like Shiro-chan? Gray forced herself up, walking slowly to her door and opening it quietly. She peered across the hall, smirking. There was no light coming from Shiro's room. Slipping back into her room, Gray came back equipped with a blow horn and an evil smile.
She tip-toed into Shiro's room, which was equally messy as hers, holding the blow horn above her head. Bending over the sleeping and seemingly unconscious form of her friend, Gray sucked in a breath and—"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRO-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP, SHIRO-CHAN! RISE AND SHINE!" she shouted through the blow horn, which happened to be pointed directly at Shiro's face. Shiro's face remained lifeless, but then…it….TWITCHED.
Shiro's covers went flying up as she bolted up into a sitting position, grabbing Gray's cheeks and forcing Gray to look directly at her. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, WAKING ME UP AT….AT…" Shiro paused, glancing at her alarm clock and momentarily letting go of Gray. Gray immediately bolted of course. "6:30 AM!? YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME!? GRAY, YOU ARE SO DEAD!" she cried, leaping from her bed and tearing out of the room after her friend.
-7:00 am-
A beat and mangled Gray sat down at the table for break feast, her blonde hair in terrible knots and bruises and leeeettle cuts all over her. Shiro sat down beside her, her messy brown hair not looking much better then her friends. "Owch…" Gray groaned, glancing over at Shiro for a reaction. Shiro only smirked. Gray pouted; laying her head on the granite table top and gazing round the kitchen. It was large enough to be a fancy dining room, the kitchen big enough to be a small washroom. Shiro's and Gray's parents were Canadian multimillionaires, and at the girls demands, bought them a villa in Japan, were they now live. The Villa was huge and exquisite, even though it only housed the two of them and a couple of maids. They would both attend Class 1-A at Ouran High School, as soon as school started and their wonderful summer finished. Though both of them wonder how the fuck they were put in there, for they don't consider themselves too terribly bright.
"Senoritas, you look terrible" Maria commented as she walked in the room to start break feast. Maria had Spanish heritage, and both girls considered her very pretty and nice, AND, the most important of all, a good chef. "Meh…" Gray said, shrugging as she watched Shiro smirk. Maria hummed as she began cracking eggs for omelets. "Well, Senioritis, school starts tomorrow, you know. This is the last day of summer….You will have to be up and ready earlier then this…" Shiro groaned, clunking her head against the table too. "Ugh, don't remind us….I can't believe summers OVER…" she said, letting out a defeated sigh. Maria sighed, shaking her head. "Your new uniforms have come in. You should check them out after break feast, okay?" "Yes, Maria" the answered in unison, not all too thrilled to see them.
-Around 7:20 am-
After a scrumptious omelet and bacon break feast, the girls headed up the stairs, conversing quietly with themselves. "What if these look like crap? Or are sailor uniforms? We'll look like freaking -on-feet or something!" Gray wailed, a discouraged look on her face. "Well…" Shiro mumbled, considering it. "We'll have to hope, I guess…"
The two girls split up afterwards to their separate rooms, to see the uniform laid out ever-so-neatly on their beds….But the same reaction could be heard from throughout the entire Villa. "OMFG WHAT IS THIS SHIT!?!?!?" Each cried, holding up their uniforms in front of them. They both rushed out to the hallway at the same time, slamming into each other and falling to the floor, each wearing the same horrified look. "Piss colored…" Gray mumbled blankly. "Poofy sleeves…" Shiro muttered. "High Waist…" "Long Skirt…" Each suddenly clung to each other, waterfall tears rushing down their cheeks. "I'M GONNA LOOK LIKE AN OLD GRANNY!" the both whined. Suddenly, a devilishly evil smirk spread across Gray's face. "I have…an idea…" she said, standing up and slipping into her room. "Bring the pissy uniforms. We've got work to do".
-About 2 hours later, roughly 9:20 am-
Gray and Shiro stepped back from the bed, beaming down proudly at their creation. This uniform could never be called pissy while they were wearing it. They had inserted a fishnet dress layer under the original dress layer, along with another dress layer on top of it, this one being blood red. The original dress itself had been died black, and thanks to Shiro's pocket knife, random slashes had been made in the dress, some showing red, and some showing fish net. They had taken the bow too, and replaced it with crimson ties with random pins on them. Instead of the recommended shoes, they had torn fishnets and combat boots….They were ready to face school tomorrow.
Gray held out her hand, and Shiro slapped her a high-five. "Well, now that we're done with prepping for school…Should we enjoy our last day of summer down at the beach?" Gray asked, grinning. Both of them were still in there PJs, their hair still messy and unkempt. Shiro chuckled, nodding. "Okay…but first can we…?" she trailed off, gesturing at her clothes and hair. "Of course" Gray replied, laughing.
-Around 11:30 am-
Both girls sat in the backseat of their jet black limo, both showered and such and dressed in appropriate swim ware. Gray sported a brown tankini top and decorative (mostly) brown boy shorts. Shiro wore a dark green tankini shorts and black and green boy shorts. They started at each other, searching for a topic of conversation. Finally, Gray broke the silence. "I can't believe we've been here an entire summer and never successfully met ANYONE from our school…" she said, frowning. They had said the school was big, she assumed only naturally there was a large amount of students…
Shiro tilted her head, and then laughed. "Well, DUH. We've been at home mostly, and when we went out, it was too highly exclusive places. No wonder we've met nobody". Gray sighed, using her fist to prop her head up. Yeah…I guess…" Shiro bit her bottom lip. "Well…this beach isn't too private….We should be able to find SOME people…Hopefully cool people…" she said, looking out the window. "…Yeah".
-11:50-
Gray and Shiro stepped out of the limo carefully, each wearing mafia sunglasses, because they could, and Gray sporting a ridiculously large sombrero for no particular reason. They each carried their beach bags, containing various things. Gray waved to Antoinette, the chauffeur, as she pulled away. She'd be back around 3-4, unless they called her.
Both girls observed the beach from under their ridiculously dark sunglasses, seeing almost everybody staring at them. But that's what they wanted. To stick out. "Take a picture, it lasts longer!" Gray cried out, smirking as she flashed the middle finger to the entire beach. "Gray…Too soon…" Shiro said, laughing anyways. They'd give people the finger once they knew who they hated. Gray laughed, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, Okay--!"
"Sombero-Ero! Duuuck!" a voice called out, as a volleyball came smashing down on Gray's head. She held up a small sign that said but one thing. 'Owch'. She then crumpled to the ground, a bump showing on her head already. Shiro picked up the volleyball and glared at it accusingly, mulling over whether or not to pop it with her pocketknife.
Just then, two boys with orange hair and purple eyes ran over to where Shiro stood and Gray lay. They looked the same age…twins, maybe? One came over to Shiro, holding his hands out for the volleyball. "Sorry about Sombrero-Ero, Yakuza Girl. Thanks for grabbing the ball. Can I have it back?" His twin-looking person stood somewhat near the one talking to Shiro, more focused on the 'un-conscious' Gray on the floor and her miniature sign.
Shiro narrowed her eyes, thinking of her pocketknife again. "No, I don't think so…" she said coldly, dangling the volley ball in front of the boy. As he reached up to grab it, she snapped her arm away. "Now, you're going to answer me some questions, or not only does this ball pop, I'm going to go 'Yazuka-Girl' on your skinny white ass!" Shiro demanded, smirking.
The boy widened his eyes, a mischievous glint in them, but nodded all the same. "What's the name of you and your…friend?" Shiro demanded, glancing over at him. He was still pretty fixated on the sign and Gray….And the vulture flying above her… "I'm Hikaru Hitachiin. Me and my brother Kaoru are starting Ouran High School in Class 1-A this year" he answered obediently, fixated on the volleyball. Shiro snorted, tilting her glasses down abit so she could glare into his purple eyes with her now-hazel ones. Her eyes changed color randomly. It was weird, but she liked it. "Then lucky you, you're in my class!" she said, pointing to herself and grinning. "They let a Yazuka-Girl into the A Class…? Man, you must be one hell of a brilliant Yazuka, then…" Shiro rolled her eyes.
"Suuuure. Whatever. Second question. Who hard did you hit this that it beaned Gray-chan into unconsciousness?" she asked, scratching her chin. Hikaru didn't look to athletic…. "Gray?" "Her" Shiro replied, pointing to the crowd of people now gathered around Gray's 'Dead' body. Hikaru laughed a proud gleam in his eyes. "Pretty damn hard, I'd guess". "Would you like to do it again? Just so I can see the second shot?" she asked, tossing the ball to Hikaru, She played it back at her old school, and enjoyed watching it. He smiled slightly, seeming less afraid of her…SLIGHTLY. "Sure--" he began, until a rumbling could be heard over the beach.
A thunder of feet, a chorus of voices….Hikaru and Shiro both sported the same 'Holy Fuck' expression at that moment. "Fan…" Hikaru muttered. "..Girls…" Shiro finished for him. And just then, THEY came into view. Hundreds of girls, repeating the same thing. "Hikaru, Kaoru, we found you!" "You were gone such a long time searching for that volley ball! Come on, let's go!" And in a giant cloud of dust, the crowd, fangirls. And twins were gone. Poor Gray had foot marks all over her…She'd been trampled. D:
Shiro couldn't help it. She laughed. She laughed a lot. Then, after a good laughing fit (that involved dropping to the ground and rolling around in the sand), she bent over Gray and took from her own beach bag…THE BLOWN HORN. "Payback time…" Shiro whispered, grinning sadistically.
Flicking it on, Shiro inhaled a deep breath, AND--" GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! WAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUUUUUUUP GRAAAAAAAAAAY-CHAAAAAAAN! WAKEY WAKEY!" Gray bolted upwards, clutching her head. She wielded her mini-sign again, the words the same as before. 'Owch'. Shiro laughed, slapping Gray on the back before putting the blow horn away. "C'mon, Gray. We're burning sunlight" she said, pushing up her mafia shades with one finger. Gray nodded, standing up, only to be weighed down a few moments later by her sombrero.
-3:30 pm-
Gray and Shiro stood at the edge of the water, letting the water lap against their feet. They both started directly into the sunlight, this only being possible because of their cool mafia shades, Gray surprisingly Sombrero-less. She had dropped it on some short blonde kid awhile ago…"Takashi! Come-on! Before it gets cold!" Gray only had the chance to hear the voice before she was injured again. A little blonde boy wearing an overly large sombrero mowed her down from behind; not knowing this because the sombrero covered his eyes. She was pushed face first into the sand as the kid ran over top of her, she was relived when someone pulled her from her mold in the sand. "Thanks, Shiro…." She stopped when she raised her hand and saw it wasn't her friend. It was a mysterious tall guy with short black hair and black eyes…Holding her up bridal-style. She blushed, wordless. "Oh, um, thanks?" she squeaked. He nodded, putting her down beside him and pointing out into the water.
Somewhat deeper in the water was a …Not-so-shocking sight? Out there Shiro had picked up the blonde boy-who's name was 'Hunny'- and was spinning him around in circles, gushing about how adorable he was. Gray laughed and a smile actually pulled across the strangers face.
-20 or so minutes later-
Hunny made his way out of the water, followed by a largely grinning Shiro, and tugged the stranger's hand. "Come on Takashi, I wanna go home!" he begged. "Okay…" Takashi nodded; grabbing the too-large-for-him Sombrero off of Hunny's head and back onto Gray's. Then the two turned around and left. Gray stood there, speechless, while a giddy Shiro came up behind her and grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the parking lot. "Come on, it's time for us to leave, Gray-chan~!"
-Around 4:00-
Shiro sat on Gray's bed, kicking her feet happily. Gray smiled slightly. Dinner wouldn't be for a couple of hours, and it seemed their last day of summer was spent. "School tomorrow, eh?" Gray said in a monotone voice, staring out the window. "And what adventures that'll bring…" Shiro murmured, though she'd have no way of knowing how right she was.
Mmkay, I'm wrapping up the first chapter here because it's:
five pages on M. Word
3:35 am and
It seemed like a good place to do that. XP
So Yeah, Hope you enjoyed my crack-tastic story…If you were wondering, the main OC characters are Gray (me) and Shiro (ember-chan). So, yeah…Read on! :3