Tomboy
Chapter One
Great.
Just freakin' great.
"So, mother…" I said calmly, hands folded in my lap, "Am I correct in assuming you are sending me to Japan?"
She nodded like the lady she was, "Yes, daughter, you are. There is a very nice school there that cold enhance your cultural abilities, I thought,"
I nodded as well, taking it in, "Very well then. One objection…"
"Yes, dear?"
"WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU NOT TELL ME TILL WE WERE ON THE PLANE?!"
I sighed, pouting in the fine leather seats that the first-class provided. Stupid mom. Stupid world. Stupid Japan! Why did I have to leave my perfectly fine home for sakura trees and kimonos?
"This is a photo of the school uniform, Ruth, look at me when I'm speaking to you. Ruth!" My mother, as in the one who gave birth to me, as in the one who had shown me affection and kindness my entire life, as in the one who had recently betrayed my wavering trust, showed me a picture of a short blue skirt with a blue and white sailor top. I gagged.
"Oh woman who gave birth to me," I said loudly, "You honestly expect your loving daughter to wear this?"
She nodded.
I sat down, self-consciously observing my basketball jersey, basketball shorts, converse, backwards hat, and sun-tanned skin. Parents were so naïve sometimes…
"I will not wear that,"
She sighed, leaning back into her seat, "Technically you don't have to. The school recently released a casual dress rule that lets the students wear what they want. Most still wear the uniform, though. It'd make me happy…"
Puppy face attempt fail.
I felt the slightest bit relieved, considering that I could still wear clothes that were a bit un-restricting.
"Attention," The pilot said over the intercom, "We will be landing in Japan shortly,"
Later on that day….
I had already been packed into my new apartment, so I decided to live out the town. A.k.a., see if there were any sports parks nearby. As you may have noticed, I lived and breathed sports. Martial arts, basketball, baseball, you name it. But martial arts were my specialty.
You see, I was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.
Kinda impressive.
I fingered my short, dark red hair as I looked at the shops. Let's see, boutique, boutique, boutique…a lot of boutiques….
"Misa-chaaaaaan," I heard a voice whine, "Could you take another shift for me?"
The 'Misa' voice spoke, "I would be glad to, manager. Leave it to me!" I looked to see two girls talking outside of a maid café. I read about these. Normally they seemed like the type of places that perverts would go to, but this one seemed kind of refreshing. I was hungry. So I took appropriate action.
I entered through the door, immediately greeted by "Hello, mistress. Please take a seat," A light-browned haired woman sat me down at a table, handing me a menu, "Tell me when you want to order!" the she hurriedly walked off.
Man this place moved fast.
I looked around. Most of the customers were guys. No duh there. I kept observing until I felt a hand tap my shoulder.
Turning around, I was met with a very close pair of dark blue eyes, observing my face.
"You have such potential to be cute, why do you dress like a man?"
The eyes pulled back.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Speak for yourself," I said.
He seemed shocked that I said that, nervously giggling and putting a finger to his bottom lip.
"W-Why would you say that to Aoi-chan?" He asked in a fake girly voice. I smirked, leaning in confidentially.
"I won't say it out loud since I get the fact that this is a secret, but it's pretty obvious to me that you're a boy,"
I pulled back, enjoying the shocked look on his face. But, in truth, he was pretty enough to be a beautiful girl. I just had an eye for these things.
He suddenly smirked, sitting down next to me.
"So~," He drawled out, cupping his chin in his hand, "You are a very interesting girl. What's your name?"
"Ruth," I answered. Couldn't this creep leave me alone? I didn't want to be stalked on my first day in Japan…
"Last name?"
"Like hell I'll give that to you," I said, glaring at him. He glared back, looking the other way, dissatisfied.
"Tch. Not cute at all, you're supposed to say "U-Um, it's so-and-so, what's yours?' You see?" He acted out the scene with a voice even higher than his already-fake one. I tried not to laugh, oh so very hard.
"Right. Because that would be totally normal for me to do," I used heavy sarcasm, if you didn't notice. At his persistent look, I sighed.
"Fine, it's so-and-so. Happy?"
"The joke was unnecessary,"
"Wrong. It was completely necessary,"
Aoi looked puzzled for a moment, then snapped his fingers repeatedly, like he was trying to remember something.
"Ruth, Ruth, Ruth…where have I heard that name before? Right! You're the new student in my school!" Aoi pointed at me.
I deadpanned. His school! I had to go to school with this creep?
"Ugh, mom," I said, hanging my head, "What did you get me into?"
The next day…
"Class, this is your new student, Ruth…er…it just says Ruth," The teacher looked at me for guidance. I kept my gaze forwards.
"When my mom and dad were divorced, they gave me three choices, his last name, hers, or I could invent my own. I still haven't come up with one yet," I said seriously, not looking at anyone. All I wanted to do was play some basketball and get the hell out of here.
"Uh…right…uh…well, class, this is uh…Ruth!" The teacher said awkwardly. As I went to my desk I heard him mutter, "Americans and their customs,"
"What is this, a manga or something?" I heard a familiar (do I really have to say who it is?) voice behind me. Turning, I came face to face with Aoi.
"What do you mean?"
"Why do I have to sit directly behind you? Now your big head will get in the way!" Aoi pouted. It took me a while to process that he had boy's clothes on. Boy's shirt, boy's pants, boy's hair…
Holy crap.
Pretty boy.
"Bwah…uh…yeah," Was my intelligent response, "Wait…didn't you just say I was cute when we first met? Now my head is mysteriously big," I rose an eyebrow at him.
Aoi scoffed, leaning back in his seat, "Beauty all depends on how you act,"
"So….I acted like my head was big?"
"You don't get it,"
Aoi frowned at me, making his creepy thinking face again, "Actually…" He started. I held my hand up, shushing him.
"By the tone of 'Actually…' I can tell something really bad will happen. Leave me out of it,"
Aoi chuckled darkly, looking me straight in the eyes without tilting up his head.
Just. Freakin. Picture. It.
"Actually….A new model wouldn't be so bad,"
"No!"
"Come on, just tell me!"
"No! Creepy stalker!"
"I am not a stalker!"
"You have been following me for the past twenty minutes! I wouldn't have to take so long to get to my house if it weren't for you!"
Aoi puffed out his cheeks and sped up, catching my wrist, "Look, just tell me where you live, alright? All I want to do is see if you would be good enough for a new model, you could wear the best dresses-"
I frowned at him, "Haven't you got the message? I hate girl's clothing!"
Aoi froze, looking up at me, then slowly letting go of my wrist.
"Who….what kind of girl….." he muttered.
I held back a scoff, turning away from him.
"I hate dresses, I hate skirts, I hate heels, all of that," I turned back to Aoi, who still looked shocked, "So please, don't try and get me into them,"
Aoi looked back at me, his face slowly turning into one of understanding.
"Oh….okay,"
He turned away, slowly trudging back. I didn't feel the least bit guilty, now I was finally free of my personal stalker.
The next morning was a perfect one. Birds chirped, I had slept great, and the sunlight streamed through the windows, like it promised me personally that nothing would go wrong.
"What a nice day," I said to myself. I remembered I had school in an hour. I walked to my closet, opening the doors. I think I'll wear my black shorts today…I thought to myself, Along with my white hood- No. Aw hell no.
This was a serious offense. Nobody does this to me.
Inside, my closet was stuffed to the brim with pink, purple, blue, black, and every other color dresses you could imagine. Gone were all of my hoodies, shorts, and the rest of my clothes, and there were the dresses, skirts, and other things, just hanging there, waiting to be worn. On the floor was a note, with perfect, neat handwriting on it:
Dear Ruth (You really need a last name,)
I'm going to tell you now that I don't give up. You will be my model. Don't worry; I haven't burnt all of your hideous clothing….yet. Come to my house after school; wear the purple dress. We'll talk about modeling there, unless you don't want me to toss your oh-so-precious (ugh) basketball shorts into that very tempting fire.
With lots and lots of success,
Aoi
P.S. Here's the address-
And after that I didn't bother to read any more. In fact, I crumpled the note in my rage. I should report him! He stole my things and is blackmailing me! I thought to myself, But wait, would the police really believe that a random guy in my class switched out my entire wardrobe just so I could be his model partner?
Ugh.
I don't like that kid.
At school…
I trudged my gloomy way to school, sporting Aoi's infamous 'purple dress'. It looked positively lovely (shudder) with its magnificent black ruffles, leaning up to a waterfall-effect kind of purple top. He even had sewn a pendant in the center, a gigantic, sparkly, R.
For revenge? I guessed. Yeah, that's it.
There it was. The school gates were in front of me. I cautiously stuck my foot through the gateway, wincing all the time.
"Oh, so you did show your face here~" The dreaded voice of all hell and hatred rose up from the side. I turned my head, glaring at Aoi.
"Not like I had a choice, I can still show up for school, so I have to,"
Aoi smirked and walked closer to me, grabbing my hand and yanking me inside. I stumbled in the heels (yes, he got my shoes too,) then settled for glaring at him.
Again.
"So, have any…closet problems?" He asked. Oh ho ho, he didn't know what he was getting into. Just look a little lower Aoi, and see my shaking fist…
"How'd you guess?" I said. Aoi laughed loudly and pinched my cheek, smirking.
"See me at my house after school!"
I fuckin hate this guy.
After school. As in, the time when I must face the beast that has tormented me in so many ways.
Yes. He shall pay.
I'll get him. And his little dress too.
"Ruth!" Aoi called, waving his hand over. As I slowly marched, I was already coming up with a counterattack plan. He wouldn't get away unharmed.
"Do I really have to do this?" I asked. Aoi ignored me and started walking back to his front door. Yes. I actually had come to his house, where I found his patiently waiting in his yard, all nonchalant. The bastard.
"Now come on in, my dad's not home and mom's at work still. I already have the dress out for you,"
I put on a deadpan face, "Why can't I just wear the one I have on now?"
Aoi looked at me like I was the stupidest, dumbest thing on earth, "Really? You needed to wear that just to look respectfully presentable while walking around town. This is where you start dressing up," And with that he stepped inside, shutting the door like he knew I'd come after him anyways.
Just a little longer… I thought to myself as I walked through the house, And you won't have to deal with this anymore,"
His house wasn't that big, or grand. Kinda, weird, considering that I always pictured him living in a Harlequin-checkered floored mansion, colorful boas and beads and the like string throughout.
Yeah, I really need to stop with that five hour energy.
"I'm up here, Ruth," Aoi called, motioning me up to his room. I hopped up the stairs, then went through his door.
Ah. Now I see where I got that idea from.
So, his house was normal. It was his room that matched my imagination. Yep, boas, checkers, reds and greens and blues all around. So I wasn't wrong.
"Wow, your room is very…"
"Don't say it,"
"…Original,"
"And yet she says it,"
Aoi walked to his closet, throwing open the doors and revealing even more of the dresses, skirts, blouses, etc. Almost in a habitual fashion, he rifled through all the clothing, landing upon a royal blue dress, adorned with pearls at the top and ruffles at the bottom. Good God, he really likes ruffles.
"You can wear this," Aoi said, tossing the dress to me. I stood there, awkward holding it, with a suspicious look on my face.
"What is it?" Aoi asked.
"I didn't see any of my clothing in your closet,"
"That's because they are somewhere you will never find them,"
"I hate you,"
"Suuure,"
I went into Aoi's bathroom, shut the door and began to change. The blue dress fell around my shoulders, making them feel cool and making me shiver. Aoi rapped on the door impatiently.
"Hurry up, a lady shouldn't ever take this long to change,"
"Who said I was a lady?" I muttered under my breath, "I'm a girl, not a lady,"
I shakily opened the door, revealing myself to the judging eyes of Aoi. He looked me over, the stepped closer.
"Just fix this," He said to himself, straightening the sleeves, "And you're good to go," He pulled out a camera, "We'll just take pictures in my house for now,"
I sighed, already feeling uncomfortable in this dress. How do I get myself into these situations?
OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO
"Now, tilt your head to the right- no, your right, there you go…" Aoi set the camera on a timer and quickly dove down placing his shoulder under my head, and tilting his head onto mine. He smiled cutely into the camera, while whispered to the side, "Smile, dammit,"
I tried to quirk my lips up, but all I got was a purse of the lips. I never got how I did that.
The camera snapped, and Aoi leapt up so fast that my head had nothing to lean onto-
"GHACK!"
And that's the story of my trip to the floor.
Aoi pouted when he looked at the camera, "Ruuuth, you're supposed to blush in this photo, it's cute, you're a girl, and you should at least blush while in a position like that!" He madly waved it around. I sat up, glaring at him.
"How can I blush when I don't even have a crush on you? I don't have any feelings for you, so for me it's just like touching another human being," I put my hands in the air like that explained everything.
Aoi's face grew even more red and he stomped his foot. I tried not to laugh at the picture; he looked just like a spoilt little girl now getting her way.
"You are the strangest girl I have ever met!" He yelled, "Most girls will blush with contact from any guy- ah…" I cut him off before he said his realization.
"And most girls prefer basketball to ball gowns?"
"Yeah, stupid question,"
Aoi picked up the camera, taking it off the stand, "Well, that's enough pictures for today, you can keep that dress, too," He waved his hand off. I rose an eyebrow.
"I really have to walk home in this?"
"No. That dress is too pretty to risk getting ruined. Change back into that purple one, and bring that one with you," He looked at me, smirking, "You will get a parcel of your clothing back for every five photos you take with me,"
My mouth moved southward, "B-But I have at least forty pairs of shorts! J-Just those a-alone would be two hundred photos!"
Aoi shook his head no, holding up the camera, "No, with the photos we took today, only about a hundred and ninety,"
I shakily reached up a pointed finger at him, "Y-Y-You devil!"
Aoi stuck his tongue out, "Mm-hm. It's sexy nowadays,"
OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO
Author's note! I know, I really shouldn't be working on this when I have other stories, but the temptation was toooo muuuuch! I just had to! Aoi is awesome!
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