A/N: Hey there, I'm a new author of the Uta Pri series although I've been watching it for a long time. My main focus is on Kuroko no Basuke, but it's kind of dwindled. I really love Haruka's naiveté, so that will be a big thing in this story.
p.s I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I haven't watched this anime for a while now so some of my info will be wrong. Lol I think I'm drunk.
EDIT: Anyone who read the 1st chapter re-read it again. THERE ARE MAJOR DIFFERENCES. D:
Summary: The no love rule has been lifted, along with the burden of guilt in their hearts. It's now or never, or Haruka Nanami will be snatched away by someone else.
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"All students please go to the kiva. Again, all students head toward the kiva. This is mandatory," the voice in the intercom shouted, its voice monotonous and teeth grinding, nasally sounding too.
Haruka Nanami lied in bed, her head heavy, and her eyes drooping with every blink. She was sick, and was in no condition to be moving around; and yet she told herself to despite knowing the consequences of doing so.
Her friend,Shibuya Tomochika, was currently on a student leave to go attend the funeral of her grandmother and wasn't there to tell her friend to stay put. Not like she would have known anyways, they didn't live with each other anymore.
Haruka was silently glad that she was gone, having no one to hinder her from possibly being punished. In all fairness though, that's what any sane person would have done. Haruka looked like death had just paid her a visit.
'I hope I don't get anyone else sick,' she thought silently wondering if going was really worth it. Moments later she decided it was and began her mental encouragement to help her get out of bed.
With lethargic movements, the composer fell off her bed and shuffled to her closet and picked out a dress. She couldn't after all be seen wearing her pajamas in public. That would be embarrassing, and not to mention very inappropriate.
Not caring what she wore, Haruka selected the first piece of clothing that her fingers brushed against. Lucky for her, what she pulled out was dress made for summer that provided enough lightness not to be suffocating but wasn't too sheer.
"Warning, students have five minutes to come down," the voice seemed louder this time. Her head throbbed when each syllable was spoken and she cringed at every vowel that resonated. It was nauseating, and yet she would continue her way to the Kiva as if nothing was bothering her.
Once outside her room she stood up straight and looked forward, trying to have the appearance of someone who wasn't sick. If anyone saw her, she knew they'd take her to the infirmary. She didn't need rest; she needed the stupid cold to go away.
Minutes passed by, and she walked like a ghost down the now vacant hallways.
'I'm doing quite well. Just keep it up, just a little more before you can be seated,' she internally mumbled, happy to see the door leading toward the kiva.
Once inside she immediately regretted her actions. The kiva wasn't full of chairs; no it was filled with people standing on their tip toes to get a better view of the cleared space ahead of them. Though she couldn't see past the taller students she had an idea as to what they were looking at; a stage most likely.
Quietly she pushed herself through the crowd of people making sure to say sorry whenever she felt the need to, which by the way was quite frequently.
The lights suddenly dimmed, and the resonating sound of doors closing made her jump. The assembly was starting, and Shining Saotome was in center stage with a cloak around his body sans his face. His head though was adorned by a hat.
The students began murmuring, and jostling each other around which only seemed to irritate her already throbbing head. She could barely hold herself up despite her efforts, and the people around her seemed to be the only things supporting her weight.
'I wish Tomochika was here, she would have been sensible about this.'
"Ladies and gentlemen, I've gathered you all here to tell you something of great importance," he dramatically threw his cape open reveling an outfit much like Tuxedo Man in Sailor Moon. "As you may know our school is highly regarded as one of the top music schools in the country.* we get many of thousands of applicants each year, only a tenth percent of which gets in"
He twirled with every other word, and made dramatic gestures with his hand every sentence. The crowed watched in awe and slight annoyance regarding their headmaster. It was after all the morning and most students had been sleeping during the announcements. They wanted it to be over already.
"But, it has come to my attention that our rival school seems to be picking up momentum. While at large it does not affect us as of yet, it will in the future," Haruka's ears perked up at that. The academy had a rival? Now this was news to her.
"I'm going to hand over the stage to the lovely ,*"
Suddenly three panels on the ceiling started descending, and standing on top of them was a woman in a red dress made of sequins.
"Thank you Saotome," she bowed at the waist and when coming back up she did so slowly.
"Students, I'm not going to go into much detail as to why we've decided to do it, but I will tell you this; if things go on as they are now there will be no more us. Our rival school is picking up students rapidly, students that would have otherwise gone here if not for one thing."
'What could they have that we don't?' her illness aside, Haruka was on the verge of asking that question aloud before she thought better of it.
"Apparently the vast majority of people your age feel like falling in love is part of the life experience. While we want our students to work to their best potential, we acknowledge the fact that you all have social lives," Her tone was cold, but not emotionless. It was apparent she didn't approve of what was going to happen.
"So in an effort to recruit more students we are uplifting the no romance rule."
Everyone was silent; the only sound in the room was the noisy clicking of the clock. It was a shock and students couldn't seem to process the new information quickly enough.
Ms. Fujioka grimaced and then snapped her fingers, releasing everyone out of their dazed state, and then began to rise back up into the ceiling. Mere seconds after she was gone, the whole student population began to yell out in excitement.
Haruka watched as some of her acquaintances began kissing and it warmed her heart to see such a display of affection. She was happy for them, truly she was. To finally be able to be with their loved ones, and not get in trouble was probably like a Godsend to them.
Happy with the newfound information she decided it was time to go back to her room for some well-deserved rest; the image of her soft bed already making her sleepy.
Although, hindering her from going any further was the throng of people standing by the doorway. She gently pushed the people around her hoping they got the message that she needed to get though.
After minutes of maneuvering around happy couples, she finally made it out the door when her illness finally seemed to catch up.
She moved slowly down the hallway, placing a shaky hand on the wall to stable herself.
'I really should have stayed in my room, the guys or Tomochika could have notified me later,' she thought and then coughed into her shoulder. She kept on walking though, determined to get back to her room as fast as she could; which by the way was slower than a snail's pace.
Haruka sighed and took baby steps, closing her eyes to keep her headache at bay. She was not only worried for her overall wellness, but for the extra studying she would have to do to make up for her lack of concentration. Being sick was very tiresome.
She kept walking like that for another minute - closing her eyes, stopping to readjust her eyesight, motivating herself to continue forward – before finally she fell. It didn't hurt per say, but her landing could have been a bit more graceful.
She lied there not caring weather or not someone spotted her. All that mattered was that the pain seemed to dull, and her senses seemed to fade away with it.
At last, she was at peace.
I don't even know what I wrote.