Killer Tune
It began as a normal sunny day, as with most days in this average high school classroom. And as normal days go, that one was a particularly… normal one. So no-one gave much thought to the noise that ensued at that troublesome corner of the classroom.
Tomo didn't know what she was doing when, out of the blue, she continuously hit the back of Yomi's head with two pencils. It must be the power of Last Song Syndrome, or LSS, as well as the power of Straightener's popularity in the school.
"Ow! Tomo! What's wrong with you?" the bewildered Yomigrowled, as Tomo continued beating her head like a drum.
"Kira! Kira… choon choon choon!" yelled Tomo. The sound of the pencils' erasers on Yomi's head didn't sound too good. There was absolutely no rhythm in Tomo's beat.
"Moron! Quit it!" Yomi moved her head sharply to the side, causing the hyperactive Tomo to lose momentum and fall forward on the desk. She hit her chin on the table top and felt her brain shake in an unattractive manner. The annoyed glasses-girl added to this tremor with a slap to the back of the head.
"Ow! That hurts, Yomi! Geez, you're so violent. I know you have your period and all, second day at that, but you have to keep your punches playful!"
Yomi turned red and, again, hit her friend on the head. "That's not something you yell out so casually, moron!" she whispered angrily.
"But it's true. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Yomi. We all studied it in Biology and Health/P.E., you know," said Tomo. She straightened up and proceeded massaging the back of her head. No good; that part of her scalp was elevating, all right. There will be a painful bump there later.
"Huh. If I did that to you when you have yours, what would you do about it?" grumbled Yomi.
Tomo, for one reason or another, switched to her selective-attention-mode and nonchalantly said, "You are prone to overreacting, but I guess that's to be expected this time of the month… ne, Chiyo-chan?"
Little Chiyo, who was trying her best to ignore her noisiest classmate, froze on the spot. Her pigtails stood up in attention as she slowly turned around to face Tomo, and said, with all control, "Yes, Tomo-san!"
Tomo smiled slyly at her. No-one liked it when she started smiling like that, and certainly Chiyo felt an overwhelming fear for her psychological welfare grip her tiny little insides.
Grinning, the older girl said, "Oh, really, Chiyo-chan. I can't imagine how you can say that so confidently."
"Um… um… I s-s-studied it with the c-c-class… that is why I know about it…"
"Ah, Chiyo-chan, so excited about growing up! You know, once it happens, you'll regret not being as carefree as you can! Because it isn't cute at all when you…"
Before Tomo could continue, Yomi hit her on the head again. She surrendered with a meek "Yow!" and the glasses-girl sighed and touched her pained forehead with three fingers. "Chiyo-chan, ignore her. Grow up happily."
A teary-eyed Chiyo nodded desperately, squeaked, and padded off towards an empty seat next to Sakaki.
- end –
Notes: Damn. I wanted to make it longer by putting Osaka in it, but the humour is so tasteless that I had to end it like this. :-O Oh well. My first try at Azumanga Daioh. I'll probably get better if I try again.