Bolmung LK: Set before Yuki met Machi. This story has no true direction, everything is spur of the moment and nothing is planned. Well, almost nothing.
Prince Charming
Chapter I
Motoko wasn't sure what magical god Yuki Sohma was, but he was absolutely her Prince Charming. She daydreamed about his eyes, drooled over his smile, fidgeted in her chair about his slender body and even at night she'd kiss her pillow imagining their first date. Motoko was a young girl in love, her very first crush. Sadly her awful attitude often put Yuki off, little to her knowledge. She would often yell at girls in the hallway of school for staring at Yuki, or even shove them out of the way for standing too close to him.
A tear stain soaked through her school shirt. A couple more tears dashed down her cheeks and to her shirt as she sat motionless on the bench on the rooftop of the school.
It was class hours and she was skipping third period. Normally she would rather come to school with the plague just to be able to be in the same classroom as her beloved Prince Yuki. Today however she was making an exception; for multiple reasons.
"Motoko! President!" a girl's voice called out.
Motoko remained silent. She had no will to speak nor the strength to stand and walk to the other girl.
"Madam president?" came the girl's voice again, but quieter as she got closer.
"Nng…..ng…" Motoko choked out very softly. A fell tear slid down her neck and underneath her uniform's shirt.
"There you are… Everyone is so worried about you. What happened back there?" the girl with short brown hair in pigtails asked as she took a seat next to the crying girl.
"H….H-he…." Motoko tried to speak, but the sobs that threatened to escape from her throat prevented it.
"He? You mean Prince Yuki?" the girl asked. Motoko nodded, as it was all she could do.
"I know, I understand why you'd be upset. Prince Yuki yelling at you like that." The girl tried to console her President by putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in to rest her head on her shoulder.
"I just….I…." Motoko tried to speak again.
"We've been friends since elementary school. I've known you for a solid decade, Motoko Minegawa." The girl began and Motoko lifted her head off her shoulder to look at her with teary brown eyes.
"What are you…saying..?" Motoko breathed out.
"I know you better than Yuki does. He doesn't understand why you act the way you do." The girl smiled down at her, but then it was quickly replaced with a grimace. "That is why I'm going to be honest with you."
This statement combined with the girl's facial expression caused Motoko to completely remove herself from the girl's grasp. "Akiko…what're you talking about?" Motoko asked with a look of fear mixed with sorrow.
"Honestly, I'm going to lecture you for your own good! So listen up!" Akiko stated sternly as Motoko stared wide-eyed at her friend.
"You're mean! You're rude! You're heartless!" Akiko shouted rather loudly. This took Motoko off guard and all she could do was shudder and pour more tears forth into her palms as she covered her face with her hands.
"Yes, we all love Yuki! But he's not yours! You can't just beret and bully every girl who gets near him! He doesn't belong to you!" Akiko exclaimed as she gave Motoko a defiant glare.
"But…those are the rules of the fan club! You cannot steal him!" Motoko retorted.
"I don't care! What you did to Tohru Honda today was entirely unacceptable! I don't blame Prince Yuki for reprimanding you!" Akiko huffed and allowed her rage to release.
"I'm so sorry…I just…" Motoko managed to say before a sob stole her words.
"Relax, he's a forgiving guy." Akiko sighed in dismay. "All you have to do is go apologize to Tohru infront of Yuki and I'm sure he'll forget all about it." She smiled.
"I can't! That witch is trying to own him! She needs to know that he isn't hers!" Motoko screeched.
"I'm pretty sure that if Yuki wanted her, he'd be dating her right now. He's clearly rejected her already and has 'friend-zoned' her." Akiko folded her arms.
"Friend…zoned?" Motoko asked.
"It's a relatively new term from the West. It means when you confess your love to someone and they claim to just want to be friends, not lovers." Akiko explained.
"Akiko, please understand that even if Yuki has rejected her, she is still in my way." Motoko stated as she wiped her tears off with the sleeve of her uniform.
"See? Right there! You're breaking the rules of the fan club! You're trying to steal him for yourself!" Akiko shouted as she stood up abruptly.
"I…I….But I'm the President-"
"That doesn't matter! The King of his people still has to obey the laws of his kingdom! You can't just create an army of fangirls to claim a man for yourself!"
"I know that, but it's different…"
"How? How is what you're doing different? Tell me!" Akiko demanded.
Motoko thought for a moment then resigned to wallowing in her own hypocrisy. "It's not different afterall….I'm just another dumb fangirl, aren't I?" she smiled bitterly as she looked up into the eyes of her long-time friend. The sunshine behind the girl cast a shadow on Motoko's face. Always in the shadow of others…
"Motoko, it's time." Akiko said as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Time for what?" Motoko asked cluelessly as she wiped more tears away.
"Disband the Prince Yuki fan club." Akiko stated flatly.
"Bwuaah?" Motoko's eyes widened as she looked up at Akiko.
"Do it." Akiko commanded. "I have a plan!" the girl winked.
"P-plan? What plan?"
"We're going to make you irresistible to Prince Yuki!" Akiko giggled.
"I don't understand?" Motoko mouthed dumbfounded.
"Come with me!" Akiko chimed as she grabbed Motoko by the wrist as practically dragged her off the root, down the stairwell and into the main office.
"I need to speak to the councelor, at once!" Akiko slapped her open palm down onto the front desk.
"Excuse me?" the woman behind the desk looked at her baffled.
"The counselor, where is she?" Akiko asked again.
"In her office, room A-9…" the lady answered.
Akiko and Motoko sped off to the room A-9 and knocked on the door loudly. Motoko couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going through her friend's mind. Akiko was acting madly. She felt like she was being dragged throughout the whole school.
"Come in!" came a woman's voice and Akiko threw the door open.
"I don't know your name, but I'm Akiko Moriyama and this is Motoko Minegawa of the Prince Yuki fan club! We need your help!" Akiko exclaimed boldly. This bravery and suddeninity startled the woman.
"H-how c-can I help you two?" the woman asked still taken aback. She then noticed Motoko's reddened eyes. "Miss have you been crying?"
"Y-yes, but….I don't know why my friend has brought me here…" Motoko replied sheepishly.
"We're here to redo the last three years of your life!" Akiko said as she dragged Motoko by the hand to the couch where she forced her to sit beside her. The counselor took a seat across from them.
"What can I do?" the woman looked from Motoko's mess of a face to Akiko's grin.
"Motoko Minegawa here is the president of a fan club of a boy she's madly in love with, but the fan club is preventing her from being with the guy of her dreams! So we need to help her tear down the fan club and rebuild a new one from the ground up!" Akiko explained.
"Okay…." The woman began, she suddenly realized exactly who she was dealing with. Every club in the school needed a teacher to supervise over its activities, her friend was the unlucky teacher who got stuck with this ridiculous fan club for a boy.
"What can I do to help?" she asked nervously.
"Supervise a new club for us!" Akiko said enthusiastically.
"Absolutely not! I will not supervise an all-female fan club for a boy!" the woman grit her teeth.
"No no! This new club won't be a fan club for prince Yuki at all!" Akiko grinned.
"It won't?!" Motoko's mouth hung open and she looked at Akiko with worry.
"Nope! We're going to be the only Pin-Up Calander Club in Kaibara High School!"
"P-pin…up..?" Motoko looked frightened.
"Isn't that innapropriate though? Those pin-up calendars can be very revealing and against the school's dress code!" the woman said.
"Nonsense! We just won't do nudes or lingerie! Swim suits, dresses, reenactments of racy movies and the works should suffice! A little make-up, a skimpy dress, some heels, a sexy pose and voi la! Miss July!" Akiko said. "Not to mention, without the rules of the fan club you can legitimately steal Yuki!"
"Akiko…how is this going to help me win Prince Yuuuu-" Motoko's eyes widened. "Akiko, you're a genius!" Motoko said with a burst of joy.
"Pardon?" the counselor asked completely lost.
"I have fairly large breasts and it's against the dress code to wear push up bras and corsets! I could rock Miss July if I could dress up for a calendar! We can sell them to all the boys in school and when Prince Yuki sees me in it….Aiyyaaah!" she blushed madly.
"You girl do not need to be flaunting your bossoms to get a man." The woman said annoyed. 'I've never seen girls this ambitious to steal a man's heart before…' the woman thought.
"To get Prince Yuki's attention, you almost have to!" Akiko said.
"Oh this is a dream come true!" Motoko sighed happily.
"Well I guess it's better than that damn fan club which literally does nothing productive." The counselor sighed. "Fine, I accept. But on one condition!"
"Listening…" Akiko leered at the woman.
"Half of the profits go to a charity of the school's choosing. The other half goes towards the school, wardrobe, equipment and paying student-only models." The woman said.
"Agreed!" Akiko said.
"Attention all students, this is a school-wide announcement. The President of the Prince Yuki Fan Club has disbanded all further activities for this club. All club members are to find a new club to attend for the remainder of the semester since you have to be in at least one club."
"Whaaaaaaat?!" was nearly every female voice in the school.
Yuki did not necessarily like his fan club, but he tolerated them for the sake of being polite. He frowmed sadly when he heard this announcement, but not because he would miss having his own army of worshippers.
'I must have really hurt her feelings…' he thought sadly.
"What's wrong Prince Yuki? Depressed now that your fan club disbanded?" asked a snickering boy to his left.
Yuki did not reward the boy with a response, rather he looked towards the chalkboard at the front of the school and sighed. This could either alleviate some of the stress at school for him, or it could make everything worse.
"Pssst…Kanna! Why do you think the fan club disbanded?" a girl whispering behind Yuki said.
"It must be because of the fight Yuki had with President Motoko this morning…" the other girl whispered back.
'Now I just feel awful…' Yuki thought as he tried his best to focus on the teacher's lecture.
"Sohma…!" a boy nudged Yuki from the right. Yuki gave him a sideways glance.
"What?" Yuki asked with a sigh, knowing what was coming next.
"I heard you slapped that Motoko chick. Is it true?" the boy asked pensively.
"Wh-what?!" Yuki asked loud enough for the whole classroom to hear. He looked all around at the people staring at him and lowered his voice. "No, I did not slap her!" he said through grit teeth.
"Then what happened?" the boy asked.
"I…" Yuki's shoulders slumped in guilt. "I called her selfish…"
"Yeah, I would have done the same." The boy said. "She was always harassing girls and bullying them."
"Yeah…but…" Yuki began, but he was cut off from the sudden presence of the teacher standing in front of his desk.
"Sohma-san, I understand you must be getting a lot of whispers at the moment, but please refrain from engaging in conversation in my class." The man said sternly.
"Yes sir." Yuki replied sheepishly and kept his mouth shut the rest of the class.
"And the rest of you, no whispering back and forth. That's what bathroom breaks and between bells in the hallways are for."
"Yes sir." They all responded.
As soon as the bell rang Yuki bolted for the boys bathroom to avoid in conversation. He locked himself in one of the stalls and sat with his feet on the toilet to elude that no one was in there. He was at a loss for words and had no idea what to do next.
'Okay, I should definitely apologize to her. But I don't know if I could find her without getting harassed. Maybe I could ask Kyo or Tohru to find her for me and have her meet me someone private?'
"Hey, Shuichi, did you hear? Yuki Sohma slapped that Motoko Minegawa girl." A boy's voice said as a group of boys entered the bathroom.
"Yeah I know! I also heard she called the cops on him and they're gonna be waiting for him at his house when he gets home today!"
"Bullshit! If she called the cops they'd come to the school, not wait for him at his house… I don't buy that for a second!"
"Well either way, I bet he'll be facing some serious I.S.S. or O.S.S. for this! Who all saw him slap her?"
"No idea, but some say Motoko's face was all red and she was running out of the science lab."
"I wonder what happened?"
"Well remember last year when a girl confessed to him and he rejected her, so she went to hug him and he pushed her? I imagine he rejected Motoko, slapped her, and she hauled ass."
"Does anyone know if Yuki is gay or not?"
"Nah, I've had my eye on his since junior high for that. He's asexual or something because he doesn't engage with anyone very well."
"I don't know, I kinda feel sorry for him. He doesn't have many friends and so what if he hasn't found a girl he likes yet?"
"He has the pick of the litter in this dump school! I'm pretty sure he could get any girl here he wants. Hell! He could go on the internet and find himself a model or something!"
"True, true…"
"Too bad Sohma is a wimp and won't ever pick a girl. I bet he is gay and just hides it well."
"Would you go gay for Yuki?"
"Hell no!"
"Well….maybe…."
"Dude that's creepy…"
"Hey don't judge! He'd make a cute girl!"
"Well yeah, but he's got a dick!"
"Are you certain about that?"
The boys began laughing and from the stall Yuki began to weep. He could feel the shame and self-pity coming on and he curled himself into a ball with his arms around his legs.
'Is this what they all think of me?' Yuki thought miserably.
"We should go find him and check, ya know, just to make sure!"
"Check what exactly?"
"For the family jewels!"
"I'm not interested in that kind of treasure hunt."
"Seriously though, I don't think he's straight. I mean he did wear a pink filly dress to that date auction last year."
"I heard the girls put him up to that. Besides, he tore the damn thing off when it was over."
"And yet it still made it into the yearbook!"
Another round of laughing could be heard and Yuki did his best to regain control of his emotions.
"Well, glad to say that damn fan club is gone. Maybe the girls will stop looking at him like he's Prince fucking Charming for once."
"Yeah, what kind of Prince Charming slaps his Princess?"
"Sorry, but Motoko Minegawa is no Princess!"
"She's still hot though."
"Apparently not hot enough for Prince Yun-Yun to be straight!"
The boys burst into another fit of laughter.
A loud slam could be heard that startled not just the boys, but Yuki as well. The orangette rammed into the bathroom door and dog piled the group of five boys to the ground.
"You guys don't know jack shit about Yuki!" screamed the voice of Kyo.
"Dude! We're sorry!"
"Yeah, we were just talking out the ass!"
Kyo growled as he threw one of the boys up against the stall door that Yuki was in. Luckily it didn't open. Kyo screeched loudly at the boy who could only flail in girl grasp.
"What the hell have you been told about Yuki?" Kyo demanded to know.
"W-we were told by some jocks….seniors...that they saw Yuki slap Motoko…" the boy answered frightfully.
"Well it's not true! I was there! He didn't touch her at all!" Kyo yelled.
"Okay man, we get it! Chill out!" one of the other boys form behind Kyo tried to console him.
"No!" Kyo dropped the boy to the ground and turned towards the other boy. "I'm so sick of hearing you five talk trash about him all day! You'll believe any lie you're told; any story you're fed!"
"I'm sorry, but that's all we knew about the situation!" the boy backed down and backed himself up against a sink.
"Then shut up, stop trash talking and get out!" Kyo roared and the five boys scrambled out of the bathroom.
Yuki sat on the toilet with his arms around his legs in silence; he could not comprehend Kyo coming to his recue in any situation. He could hear Kyo's labored breathing and his growling to himself just before a loud smack and crack. Yuki, as silently as possible, stood up and peeked through the gap in the door to see that Kyo had punched the mirror to pieces.
A trickle of blood ran down Kyo's hand that remained jammed into the broken mirror. Yuki's first instinct was to unlock the door and open it slowly. He intended to remain silent as to not alert Kyo to his presence there, but the creaking of the door cause Kyo to glance behind him. Orange eyes flared in surprise as he saw a tear stricken Yuki hovering in the doorway. For a moment Kyo considered yelling at him for everything being his fault, but he refrained and straightened himself up.
Yuki was the first to break the cold silence. "You're the last person I would have thought to come to my aid." Yuki said softly. His voice wasn't full of fear or sorrow, it didn't even have a hint of anger; although it held a small amount of appreciation.
"Tch!" Kyo snorted as he retracted him hand from the mirror and began washing the blood off in the sink. "Don't expect it to happen again, because I won't be there to help you next time." Kyo said stubbornly as he did his best to remain himself instead of gloating like a hero.
"Thank you." Was all Yuki could think to say.
"Why didn't you clobber those guys by yourself? I kicked their asses and you can kick my ass." Kyo asked as he turned to face his cousin. "What was stopping you from beating this shitless?"
Yuki didn't respond with words, rather with the pitiful look in his eyes. Kyo sighed and turned back to the sink where he look at himself in the cracked and bloodied mirror. As he was attempting to wash more of the gushing blood off of his fist he felt something touch him. Yuki had come from behind and hugged him loosely.
"H-hey! Hey! Hey!" Kyo stammered as he glared back at him with the intention of shoving him off. He stopped when he saw the tears falling from Yuki's face.
"Come one man! Straighten up! Who cares what those punk-asses say about you! If it's not true then don't acknowledge it!" Kyo groaned as he wriggled out of Yuki's loose grasp and over to a new sink.
"I'm sorry, I just…" Yuki paused and became motionless.
"You just what?" Kyo asked ignorantly.
"I just have never had someone do something like that for me. Besides, it's not like you even knew I was in the bathroom in the first place."
"Oh what difference does it make? I'm so sick of hearing about you all day at school; good or bad things. All first through fourth period I have to listen to girls faun over you, then the rest of the day I have to hear about the guys calling you girly! I'm so sick of you!" Kyo spat out.
"I'm sorry…" Yuki whispered just barely loud enough for Kyo to hear it over the running water.
Kyo turned the faucet off and looked over at Yuki boredly. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself and just get on with life." He said as he dried his hands off and exited the bathroom to leave Yuki alone.
"Kyah! This is perfect!" Motoko exclaimed as she held up a camera stand. "With this we can mount a camera and have an official photo shoot!"
"Glad you're liking the idea so far!" Akiko smiled. She was just glad her friend was feeling better. Truth be told, she was more relieved the fan club was disbanded. Now Yuki was on the table for all girls to snatch up, including herself.
"My first picture will be in a bikini at the beach!" Motoko said dreamily.
"Too bad it's March, it's too cold for a beach photo." Akiko pointed out.
"Fine, I'll wait until summer! For now I guess I'll do a bikini at the school's indoor pool!" Motoko said.
"Will they even let you wear a non-school swimsuit on campus?" Akiko asked.
"I don't care, they don't have to know!"
"They will know when we print the pictures…"
"Alright girls, remember, this is for a charity, not for personal gain. I'm going to set up some ground rules so listen up." The counselor said. Akiko and Motoko stopped their projects and looked at the woman.
"First of all, NO nudes! Not a butt crack, not a nipple, nothing! Second of all, nothing see-through! Thirdly I'm going to limit it to one month per girl, so that not one girl will get to be the center of attention. I don't care how you pick the months or how many pictures you use, but one month is final. Fourthly, I think there should be a boy's version. So make plans to invite boys into the club." The woman said.
"Anything else, Ms. Kagura?" Akiko asked.
"Kagura is my first name… But regardless, I have an idea to expand our field." The woman said.
"We're listening." Akiko said.
"It's easy enough to sell calendars, but who is going to buy a new calendar every month? No one. So why don't we make a calendar per semester. That way everyone can collect them and have one for school and one for home. Then there's this idea; make a collection of all your pictures and put them into a magazine format and sell that monthly."
"Ohhh! I love that idea Ms. Kagura!" Motoko said joyfully.
"My name is….never mind." Kagura gave up on trying to correct them. "Where shall we begin?" she asked.
"Well, we only have a camera stand borrowed from the principal, so we need a good quality camera. Then we'll need lighting and a flash drive to-"
"Don't worry about equipment, I can handle that." Kagura smiled. "Just tell me what you want to start working on today?"
"Well since we don't have a camera today, why don't we just promote and recruit?" Akiko suggested.
"Great idea!" Motoko agreed.
"What's this?" Tohru asked herself as she looked at the bulletin board.
"It appears to be a Pin-Up Calendar club." Hana said solemnly.
"So she disbanded her fan club for a modeling club? How narcissistic can you get?" Ou sneered.
"I don't know, I think it sounds pretty cool." Tohru chirped.
"Then join it." Ou said sarcastically.
"You really think I'm pretty enough to be in a pin-up calendar?" Tohru asked shyly.
"Well…yeah, but…I wasn't being serious." Ou frowned.
"Oh…you're probably right though, I'm pretty plain looking." Tohru gave a bitter sweet smile.
Ou's heart leapt into her chest. "No! You're beautiful Tohru! I just meant that maybe it's not the right thing for you to do! You're totally pretty enough to for a calendar!" Ou stammered trying best not to further insult her dear friend.
"I don't know if I am." Tohru turned away from the bulletin board.
"It says here that they're paying the models." Hana said.
"Paying?" Tohru asked as she spun around and read the flyer again. Tohru wasn't greedy, but with her current living situation she could always use the extra money. The money and the fact that it would never interfere with her real job because it took place during school hours made it absolutely perfect.
"Woah wait Tohru, you're not seriously considering this are you? It's ran by Motoko Minegawa, that girl hates you!" Ou said as she tried to reason with her.
"She…hates me?" Tohru's eyes darkened as she looked to the floor in dismay. Tohru knew the girl didn't like her, but hate was such a strong term.
"Well! No! I mean…she may not want you— You know what happened after this morning and-ugh.." Ou couldn't say anything negative to hurt Tohru.
"What Ou-Chan is trying to say is that Motoko may not want you to be a model because of you being a romantic rival for Yuki." Hana said as she turned to Tohru. Tohru ignored the romance with Yuki portion and focused on the rival part.
"Thank you Hana!" Ou cheered. "Stole the words right out of my mouth!"
"Well I'll just have to win her over with friendship!" Tohru beamed. "If my friends think I'm pretty enough and she can be won over with friendship then it's settled, I'll apply to be a model!"
"Oh jeez, what have we gotten Tohru into now?" Arisa wanted to punch herself.
"Why don't we apply as well, just to show Tohru a little support?" Hana suggested.
"May not be the best of ideas, but I don't see why not." Ou agreed.
Yuki had made it back to his locker without much harassment, but he knew it'd happen eventually. He grabbed his books for the next class and was late to the classroom. When he entered late he was met with a mixed audience. Some girls were the same as ever, ogling at him, then there were some girl chattering viciously about how he's not so 'charming' anymore, then there were the boys glaring. Yuki ignored it all and sat in his assigned seat.
"Yuki Sohma." The teacher said just as Yuki sat down. Yuki's head snapped up to look at him in surprise.
"Y-yes sir?" he stuttered.
"You're getting an ego. Just because you're the talk of the school at the moment doesn't mean you can go around doing whatever you want to. Arrive on time next time. That's one day of detention for you already. Now sit down and don't talk to anyone." The man said stiffly.
Yuki made puppy eyes, but not to get sympathy. He felt entirely downsized and dominated. He wanted today to be over and tomorrow to not exist. Slowly he opened his text book and kept his eyes deadlocked on the chalkboard. He refused to make eye contact with anyone, and everyone else was too afraid to whisper amongst themselves.
When that class ended he stood up shakily and did his best to dodge people on the way out of the classroom. Today was worse than any day he'd ever had with Akito. As he made it back to his locker he found a note taped to it. He grabbed it quickly and stuffed it in his bag, not caring to read it at the moment. He exchanged his text books for the ones for the next class and whirled around as he slammed his locker closed. He bolted for his next class, but froze when he saw none other than Motoko herself at the bulletin board.
By chance she glanced his way to see him frozen in his spot like prey just before the pounce. Her heart sunk, the feeling she got from looking at his gorgeous, but disgruntled, face made her want to cry again. She looked away slowly and back to the board. She began regretting everything. She wanted to quit school and become home school and move to Germany at that moment.
Yuki straightened himself out and forced himself to walk over to her. Some people stopped to watch what would happen, but others couldn't give a shit. Yuki stopped behind her and leaned into the back of her head to whisper to her.
"Meet me at the back exit of the school at the end of the day." Was all he said before he quickly made his way passed her and down the hallway.
Motoko's heart fluttered. She wasn't sure if she should be happy or terrified. She decided to do her best to remain optimistic and hopeful that he just wants to apologize or, even better, ask her on a date. She got stars in her eyes and wistfully hung up another flier.
"Motoko-Chan!" Akiko looked at her wide eyed. "What did he say to you?"
"He wants to meet me after school to talk!" she said in a cutesy voice.
"Really?"
"Where at?"
"Did he apologize for hitting you?"
"Was his breath minty or sweet?"
"Hit me?!" Motoko whipped around to face the crowd that'd formed around her.
"Yeah, didn't he totally like…slap you in science lab today? Isn't that what this is all about?"
"Yeah, isn't that why you disbanded the fan club?"
"No!" Motoko screeched fearfully as she placed her hands on her cheeks. "He never hit me! That's not what happened at all! Who made up something so ridiculous!"
"Everyone says you said it."
"Some girl in my gym class said you went crying to the principal that he slapped you and the cops were called."
"What?! None of that ever happened!" Motoko's face paled and she pressed her back into the bulletin board and drew her hands up to her cover her mouth.
"Then what did happen?"
"I….I pushed a girl named Tohru Honda…and he scolded me verbally…there was no hitting! He didn't touch me!" she admitted.
"Why'd you push her?"
"She was….she was…" Motoko couldn't answer.
'Oh no! This is bad! This is probably what Yuki wants to talk about! He probably thinks I started that rumor to get back at him for yelling at me! He probably hates me!' she thought in horror.
Tears instantly began pouring from her eyes again and she began to run away from the crowd. She pushed passed Akiko and sped off after Yuki.
"Yuki!" She screamed as loud as she could as she bumped shoulders with nearly everyone in her path. Tears fell dramatically from her cheeks as she reached Yuki and skid to a stop before him. He turned around to look at her sympathetically.
"Miss Minegawa?" he questioned. "I-"
"I'm so sorry!" she bowed before him formally. "I promise that I did not make up that rumor that you hit me! I also didn't call the cops!" she stood back up.
"I never thought you did." He said sadly. She looked up at him surprised.
At this point the entire hallway ignored the bell ring to signify that the next class had started. Even some teachers hung around to watch.
"You knew it wasn't me?" she asked, slightly relieved.
"Well I didn't know for a fact, but it just didn't seem like something you make up. I know it wasn't you who made up that rumor." He reassured her with almost a smile.
"Yuki-Kun…I…"
"Yuki Sohma, report to the principal's office at once. I repeat, Yuki Sohma report to the principal's office immediately."
Yuki sighed miserably and squeezed his eyes together. Motoko looked to the ground in shame. All of this was her fault. Everything that was happening to Yuki was entirely her fault.
Yuki motioned to walk passed her and towards the office, but Motoko's hand reached out and grasped his wrist. He froze and nearly glared at her, but not out of hate. He feared transforming in the middle of the school.
"I'll go with you. I'll make sure that the principal doesn't believe this foul rumor. If he hears it from me personally he'll have no choice but to believe it's not true."
Wordlessly Yuki nodded and together they walked down the hallway passed the onlookers. Everyone lined up against the lockers to let the two pass by, like a movie scene. This was the greatest walk of shame both Yuki and Motoko had ever walked; ironically it was the same path that would lead them both to an agreement.
Bolmung LK: Yes, I realize now that her last name is spelled Minagawa, not Minegawa. Also Kyo is Kyou, but that's mostly a translation thing. I will try to correct myself in the future.