Watashi wa Otaku Dess
By Petenshi-Mikage
Summary: [pun of dess intended, please see phailisticwannabekira!accident for further references on dess A scholar from who knows where who happen to be a major otaku is the subject of Oshitari and Atobe's bet. OCxAtobe)
A/N:
This is my first time EVER to write a first person view OCxTeniPuri chara fic. So I'm not expecting anything good from this :\ I can't even write a decent poem what more a story? XD enough with this let's get to the real A/N's
The regulars here are in high school since in the country I'm living in we have different years whatever. I'm going to settle for first year of high school (in Japan) is when you're 15 (since Ichigo Kurosaki seems to spam that a lot I could be wrong though) and…yeah. That's about it.
kirakiraDisclaimer: I don't own any of the said titles and characters. Except for the worthless OC that's here.
AND the OC will be speaking in English So I'd keep that on an Italic. Thoughts would be inside 2 apostrophes.
Oo, nakatira ako sa Pilipinas, pabayaan nin'yo na akong laitin ang bansang aking kinasilangan. Di ako magaling magtagalog. I SUCKS D:.
Kthanxbye.
"…This somewhat looks like a scene from Hana Yori Dango(1)…though this is not my first time being here, how could I have only noticed it now?!" I said with bewilderment.
I examined my surroundings, and yes they look exactly from that school in Hana Yori Dango which I forgot the name of…Big-ass buildings, rich ass people, and those people riding those really expensive cars WHEN they can actually walk to the damn school.
Oops, I forgot to tell who I am, I'm an excha--..well actually I'm more of a scholar than an exchange student, I'm Ayanami Mikage and I'm currently taking up second year high school in this school.
I came somewhere below Japan that's not Taiwan (namely Philippines). I have the normal South-east Asian features and I'm not that tall. My hair length is shoulder high and it's layered (some what from AC(2)'s Kadaj, heh) and yes, I am an otaku.
Moving on, I'm currently studying at…Hy…whatwasitcalledagain?…Hyotei Gakuen…I don't know why I was sent here instead of some other high school, I mean come on! A poor scholar on a rich brat's school what are they thinking?!
I sighed. I remembered that the time for class to start is nearing. I dragged my feet towards the classroom and accidentally bumped into this guy with long blue hair (judging from his back).
"Ohshitz.I'm sorry" I said as I bowed politely.
He turned around (strike)(which allowed me to reveal)(stopstrike) revealing how handsome he is—I mean his features. He's a bit tanned and his cerulean eyes(3) were framed with circular lenses. He's taller than me and has a lean—toned body…I think I saw him somewhere before.
"Watch where your going" in a Kansai accent and trailed off. Why do I expect these people to say:
"It's alright" with a gleaming smile? I must be out of my mind.
Breaking me out of my thoughts was a loud sound which almost pierced my ears (fuck, why did I even stopped walking BELOW the damn bell?!)
ARGH! That's the bell! I have to go inside the classroom now. I ran towards my class room and hearing (and ignoring) all of watch out's that I hear. Man, I love being part of the school's track team. I love the fast breeze that passes through my body when I run. But I hate the fact that I'm almost late.
I quickly opened the door (more of like dashed in and almost broke the door when I slid it) and dashed to my seat. I saw the shocked glares at me and my silver haired seatmate looking at me with the same look, and some particles of sweat trickling down from the side of his head (classical sweat drop! I KNEW HE DID IT!).
"Ayanami-san you don't need to rush we still have five minutes, You know how our sensei is always late after break time." He said calming down (and I knew he wiped his sweat drop off too).
"OMFG NO WHAI. I had-I had you know argh" I said as I did a failed imitation of the ohones-face and sunk into my seat.
Oh! That person by the way is my seatmate Ootori Choutaro, he was assigned to seat beside me because they thought I wasn't really very good and he was the one that was the best in English in this class. And besides that he's also the boy's class rep.
Ootori-san is tall. And I mean it, his height is around 180 cm(4).He has silver hair and he has really gentle brown eyes. And he has a sports-man-slash-player-body because he's from the tennis club. Now how do I know this? I saw that the Tennis team's court is just across our field and I asked him of course! Moving on, Ootori-san is really nice. He helped me a lot through food troubles, reading kanji and a bunch of other stuff! He's really nice (or maybe he's just doing it because he's the class rep but who cares I get free food) and he somewhat became my first friend in my second year!
"Ayanami-san? Hello? Are you okay?" I heard Ootori-san's voice and and I saw him waving his hand right in front of my eyes. I was startled and accidentally hit my feet on the railings of my desk.
"Fucking Shit! AUGH" I said as I reached for my feet, and trying to massage it.
"Gomen nasai!" I heard Ootori-san said and he was about to bent down and help me but suddenly someone slid open the door and he told us to bow. As expected I tried to stand up from my form but I accidentally bumped my head on my desk.
'Oh fuck, why is this day filled with unhappiness?!...augh! I must be strong! Must be strong(5)---why am I remembering a song at a time like this?!' I rubbed my head as I mumbled 'fuck' under my breath, oh boy. Agito(6) is getting into me again…It's English right now—augh.
Our teacher in English is a man who was in his mid forties, he's kind of fat but not that fat. His hair was thinning (in my country we refer to it as pannot). He would usually wear a brown shirt with some kind of brown vest. I think he's obsessed with brown.
"Is there something wrong? Miss Ayanami?" The teacher said as he noticed I wasn't standing up from my seat and NOT bowing. I quickly got up (ignoring the pain) and saw him smiling (which means: Do this again and I'd KEEL J00) and we all bowed.
-Time Skip Club time –
Ah, the lovely sound of the bell, Finally! Out of this damn hell hole and into the roads of the track! I grabbed my bag and started to proceed to the track team's club room. I walked down the stairs (and hence there were a lot since my class room was at the third floor) passing through familiar people and such. I reached the exit and headed to the club room now, man I'm running late.
I entered the small clubroom and changed (there was no one in the clubroom since I'm late) into my uniform for the track team. It was a slightly-loose white tank top. The right side of the tank top was dyed blue and above it was a bunch of black lines. Kind of like the Tennis team's…but only on one side and sleeveless and collarless. And the shorts' length was above the knee. And oh! We have a jersey-jacket-thing. It looks exactly like the tank top, but both of the sleeves are coloured blue and so are the collars.
I exited the clubroom and went to the field but then I saw two figures talking. Both of them almost having the same body build. One of them was inside the track team's field and the other was outside. These two people seem to have a heated discussion.
I tried to imitate Snake (7) as much as possible (playing MGS is so worth it, and no I didn't crawl nor wear a camouflage) hiding myself behind trees and not making noise while I run towards one.
It came clear, the two people that were talking to each other; they were Kiyora-buchou and …ohones I don't know who this guy is but I'm pretty sure that this guy is in the tennis club and this dude has---OHMIGAD I FINALLY REMEMBER. HOW COULD I FORGET? PEOPLE, NO WAIT I MEANT ALL THE GIRLS IN MY CLASS WOULD SHOUT HIS NAME LIKE SOME ACTOR CAME TO SCHOOL, This guy is called 'Atobe-SAMA'. Yeah. SAMA, his name can't be said with out that suffix. If you ever do that I swear, they'll(his fan girls, and basically that's all of the female population here) hunt you down like an animal and…TREAT YOU LIKE WHAT VOLGIN DID TO SNAKE(8), YEAH. (A/N: Character is getting hyper and she's not using hyperbole either, IT IS true.)
I can barely hear what those two were talking about but I can somewhat understand what Kiyora-buchou is saying. Somewhere with in the lines of "Go away!".
Suddenly, I saw both of them pause and glare at each other, and thus, stare-war started. Or maybe that's what I made myself think, their heads shot up on my direction. My body froze. I don't know what to do, if I was caught eavesdropping Buchou will SURELY (A/N: KITTO, KITTO, KITTO.) punish me and make me run ten thousand miles. Oh fuck.
BUT MY LUCK SEEMS TO BE WORKING. They just stared at each other again (with angry glares) but I think buchou got fed up. So she walked out on him and continued to direct the team.
This is weird. I'm still seeing Atobe-SAMA (Why am I even referring to him like that inside my own head?) sta—lurking.
'And why…oh I get it AND IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER. Does he like someone on the team? OR B- Did he finally loose it? I VOTE B COZ I LIKE HARD GAY.' I thought as I smirked evily.
I quickly jumped out of my hiding place (more of like walked) and approached the Atobe-SAMA with a grimace plastered on my face like some kind of mascot.
"Hoo Hoo Hoo" I said as I looked at him with my face looking like a loon or some guy that was just screamed that he was out of an asylum and proceeded to spread the good news about it. But he just ignored me and kept staring at the girl he was staring at. I was about to look for the girl he was staring at but suddenly Buchou called me.
Kiyora-buchou, Her full name is Kanesaki Kiyora. She stands at around 5'3" she has a long and silky ebony hair which ends at her waist. It's usually tied up in a high pony. She has a pretty skin, flawless to the boot (I just don't know if it's smooth I never touched it, and I have no reason to do that). And apparently her figure is sexy, or so what the people around me are saying. She's REALLY nice. She took me into the track club with out any hesitation. She runs really fast too; she can run 100 meters in 8 seconds flat.
(A/N: Buchou is a Mary-sue. YES I HATE HER TOO.)
"MIKAGE!!" I heard Kiyora-buchou snap at me.
"H-hai?!" I said as I started to choke a bit
'Oh, boy I'm in BIG trouble now. MAKE WA IKENAII' I thought, my palms slightly sweating.
"Run 20 laps now! Why are you late?! Even your classmate was here earlier than you! AND NO, You don't have cleaning duty today!" She said as she looked at me with her angry violet eyes.
"I…was…um…" I didn't know what to say so I just sprinted into the field.
In the corner of my I eye I can see her sighing and 'face-palming' but after she raised her head from her palm a smile grew on her face.
'Score. Now I'm out of trouble' I thought as I grinned to myself.
Yes, I am part of the track team. Why couldn't I be part of the Anime Club or the Manga Club (or a Genshiken-like club)? That's due to the fact that I was part of one last semester. I really like my club last semester but I decided to join the Track club for a simple reason: Running is the only thing I do best…fandom set aside.
So with that thought in mind I practiced all through out the break and I always see someone watching over me. Only that I found out later that; that person was Kiyora-buchou. The Club captain of the track team and currently the fastest person on the Kanto district. What great of luck eh? The reason why I'm currently in the track team is because she saw my perseverance and effort to join the track team. And because of that reason people in the club hate me.
They really do hate me. They put weird stuff on my locker (not shoe locker. The locker I use for Track-team stuff.) like caterpillars and other weird-ass animals. And they once drew on my shoes. They even stuffed this really weird edited picture of some guy and 'me'. Of course I proved them wrong.
Ah, so much for reminiscing I'm currently running my 15th la--- ugh…what is this sudden chest pain?! I feel like my knees are suddenly weakening. It's getting hard to breathe…
'Wh..wha..?'
I can't stand anymore, augh! My vision is failing…
TO BE CONTINUED!
NOTES:
pannot- I don't actually know how to spell this. I suck at life D:
1- Hana Yori Dango, You know that Manga slash Anime slash Live Action that had this spunky poor girl falling for ulta rich boy A? Yeah, that series is über poplar here. And I finally knew what was the name of the Academy they were in, It was Eitoku. (colondee)
2- AC- Advent Children (FFVII: Advent Children) yes, Kadaj
3- Oshitari had blue eyes in the fan arts I had, (ohnoesface) I could have gone for brown too. (asterisk I lost the official art (ohnoesface) asterisk)
4- He's 185 to be exact, or so says wiki.
5- Must Be Strong!- Song from Seigaku 3rd cast
6- Character from Air Gear, Catch phrase: Fuck. And he said Fucking shit in an episode too, ILU AGITO.
7- Snake is from Metal Gear Solid,Metal Gear. I'm reffering to Naked Snake from
MGS3 (since it's the only one I played)
8- Voligin and Snake MGS3. Vogin is this guy who emitts electrical currents from his body And at some point in MGS3 he'd capture Snake and torture him using electrical currents (he was so cruel he threw a bucket of water at Snake (who's head was covered with a trash bag [colonzero) and electrified him)
To be honest with you, I totally PHAIL at life and I can't do anything correctly. Feel free to burn me in your flames.
Special thanks to my beta readers
AT-Y-YGO or whatever account she's currently using.
Nvrwsndnvrwllb at LJ (since I dunno your account)
Please leave a review (colondee) it makes me happy to know that somebody reads my fanfics (colondee)
Petenshi-Mikage