This is my fanfic regarding the anime Hana Yori Dango, or otherwise
known as Meteor Garden. I love the manga because the characters are
realistic, and because the characters are unique and they each possess
their own unique traits.
"You're kidding me," Yuuki said incredulously. She stood beside Makino Tsukushi in the Dango shop that the two of them worked in. Yuuki and Makino had been friends since junior high, and now, in high school, they remained friends. Makino shook her head and smiled softly.
"You make it sound like it's impossible," Tsukushi said. She pulled back her long sleeved shirt and showed Yuuki the mark made by the injection that was inserted into her forearm. Yuuki sucked in her breath.
"Wow, Makino. You really should tell your parents. It's not good to keep this to yourself."
Tsukushi gave a laugh. "It's nothing serious. I fainted in PE class and then I was taken to the clinic. It turns out that I have some stomach virus. It's nothing to worry about. Most likely, my mom will just scold me for not eating well. Besides. Its going to pass over soon."
"You always say things like that," Yuuki said. She pointed to a rice cake that was on display. It was a rice ball with green seaweed wrapping and sesame balls. It was laid on a bamboo tray attractively, set off with small amounts of petals. "So are you still allowed to eat those kinds of things?"
"Yeah. Oh come on, the only thing that's going to happen is the medicine's going to make me dizzy and really tired."
"Hm.and you're still going to try to work double shifts to cover up the costs of the medicine? Are you sure that you can just treat yourself like this? You need to tell your parents!"
Tsukushi smiled. "Trust me. This isn't going to be something serious."
Yuuki smiled tentatively. "If you say so, Tsukushi. Listen, its six thirty PM. Normally, that would mean that our shifts are over, but I guess you're going to staying here until ten. Take care of yourself, Makino."
***
Tsukasa Doumyouji sat on the bed in his large room. The room was extremely large, second only to the master's suite. It had it's own bathroom, comfort room, refrigerator, phone line, laptop, all the latest game consoles, all the games that ever came out in the Japanese market and on the foreign markets, and several other gadgets and toys.
Doumyouji sighed and plopped back on the covers on his back. He stared listlessly at the ceiling. None of the things in his room appealed to him. Even with the army of servants and the wondrous collection of electronics the house had an empty feeling to it.
"You're not being a very good host here," Hanazawa Rui complained. He was lounging on the overstuffed couch and pressing into his Do Co Mo mobile phone to be picked up from the house. Doumyouji ignored his friend. "Rui, you're not helping me here. Neither Soujiro nor Akira are willing to help my cause here."
Rui glanced at Doumyouji with boredom written all over his face. Doumyouji turned red.
"Hey! That Tsukushi just annoys me! Just looking at her face makes me sick! She thinks that she can stand up to the F4! She's dead wrong."
Doumyouji didn't mention the real reason why he wanted to hurt her some more. It was like a way to prove to himself that he didn't have any feelings whatsoever for the girl. She was a poor person, and he was a rich young man, the kind of man that grew up to be a politician. Rui looked away from Doumyouji and out the window, and said nothing.
"What're you thinking?" Doumyouji stood up and abruptly changed the topics, stretching his arms high over his head. He walked over to where Rui sat. They both looked out the window.
"You act like a kid, Doumyouji," Rui said, without looking at him. "If you're just going to keep talking about torturing Makino Tsukushi, then I'm waiting downstairs in the lounge."
Rui got up and started to walk out. Doumyouji grabbed his arm. Suddenly he was dead serious.
"Hey, Rui." His voice left no room for jokes. "When you saved Makino the other day in the lunchroom, did that mean that you had feelings for her?"
Rui didn't look back. If it were any other person asking, then that person would have been completely ignored. But Doumyouji had been his friend since childhood, and together with the rest of the F4, they had learned to care for each other. He deserved an answer. Rui ran a hand through his hair.
"That didn't mean anything, Tsukasa. The show was ruining Shizuka's lunch."
(For those who do not read the manga or have no access to the translations, its like this: Doumyouji was able to turn the whole student body against Makino and her childhood friend, Kazuya. The two ran into the college lunchroom to escape from the mob of students, but in the end, were caught anyway. They were about to be beaten up when Rui jumped in to save them. ^_^)
Rui stalked out, the both of them knowing that Rui was lying in some sense.
*** "Unh." Tsukushi woke up, her head pounding. She put a hand to her forehead and realized that she had a slight fever.
"Are you okay?" Her mother's face popped up from over her futon. Tsukushi sprang up.
"Uh, yeah!" she said. She didn't want her mother to become suspicious in any way of her medicine side effects.
Her mother put a hand to her daughter's forehead.
"You're sick! Was it something you ate?! We have to buy medicine now!" Makino took a look at her mother and saw the yen figures flashing through her eyes. Makino shook her head and forced a laugh.
"Yeah, mom it was something I ate.It's nothing, I have to go to school. There's a quiz today in History."
When she arrived in school, her headache and fever had disappeared. It was a Monday.
"Tsukushi! Tsukushi!" she turned around. It was Kazuya chasing her. she hadn't even noticed.
"I've been calling you since you came through the gate," Kazuya said breathlessly. "You didn't hear me?"
She gave a smile. "Sorry.I have other things on my mind."
"Like what?"
"Like why I didn't study for the history exam. Argh! I knew we had a test, but I was too tired last night to open any of my notebooks!"
"What did you do last night that made you so tired?"
"I'm working double part time shifts in the dango shop."
"Double shifts!" Kazuya turned to her. "Are you crazy? You wont be able to take that.its going to be hard for you to catch up on schoolwork then!"
Makino laughed. "You worry too much, Kazuya. Be a man!" she socked him playfully in the back. She didn't notice how his eyes darkened at the last sentence. By that time, they had reached their classroom. Makino went inside, and the first thing she noticed was that her desk was gone.
Now this surprised her, because the F4 had pretty much been leaving her alone nowadays. The same thing had only happened once before, when the F4 had first worked against her, but now it had happened again. Her classmates were giving her a cold look. All of a sudden, Makino felt like she was back in the beginning of the school year, when she had first made herself the enemy of the F4.
"What happened to your desk?" Kazuya asked.
Tsukushi faced a classmate. "Kara, where's my table?" The shy girl turned away coldly, as if she hadn't heard anything. Makino felt her anger building up.
"What happened to my table?!" she said loudly, half shouting in the classroom. She was completely ignored. All her classmates turned her way, their faces showing disgust or distaste.
"You're too loud!" Someone said. "Shut up will you!"
Tsukushi was taken aback. Kazuya didn't stand up for her, but she didn't expect him to. Kazuya was sort of a wimp compared to any other guy. Instead, he just stayed behind her.
"Hey, my desk is gone, and I just want to know where it is!" she said again, her initial surprised giving way to anger.
"Shut up! If all you do is complain, then get out of here! And bring your stupid friend with you!"
"Hey! I have a right to-"
Her eyes opened wide in as she felt the tennis ball hit her on the side of her face. She took a step back, holding her right cheek. From the floor, she looked up in surprise, the information not really processing in her brain.
Her classmates were laughing. Her eyes went to Makiko, her 'friend' in the beginning of the year, and Makiko looked away from her gaze. Kazuya, in a rare show of bravery, stepped in front of her. Tsukushi crouched and got the tennis ball, and she looked up again.
"That's mine." The guy said, grinning, as he folded his arms in front of his chest. "Tsukasa Doumyouji gave that to me. Have you heard of him? Huh? He's from the F4."
Makino lifted her arm behind her, and was about to swing it.And another ball hit her, this time on her arm, past Kazuya's body. The two balls fell to the floor uselessly. The first blow had been harder than the first, and the second one was only on her arm, but what made her want to cry was the hatred and disgust she felt was thrown her way.
But she held her chin up high and faced the class. They were looking at her with barely concealed expecation. Their faces were free of guilt, as if they took joy in hazing poor students. Their smirking faces met hers.
Unable to stare them in the eye, she turned her gaze away, and ran down the hall.
"Tsukushi-!" Kazuya ran after her. Tsukushi was running blindly, going where her feet led her. She was a fast runner, and Kazuya was soon lost on her trail. Makino saw in front of her double doors, and she rammed through them without hesitation, welcoming the sunlight on her face. She tried to breathe.
She opened her eyes and looked at the sunlight, but found that her eyes were blurry. The feeling of helplessness and frustration built up from the memories from the month before, and because she knew she was going to have to work hard all over again to gain back at least some of the respect that she had been able to achieve over the months.
"What are you doing here?" A familiar cold voice entered her brain.
She turned to the direction of the voice, and Hanazawa Rui came into her line of focus. She had run to THE emergency staircase without realizing it. She got her mouth to work.
"This is all your fault,." she said. "This is all because of what you and your stupid F4."
She pretended she hadn't been crying, and she turned away to go back inside the school building.
"You're kidding me," Yuuki said incredulously. She stood beside Makino Tsukushi in the Dango shop that the two of them worked in. Yuuki and Makino had been friends since junior high, and now, in high school, they remained friends. Makino shook her head and smiled softly.
"You make it sound like it's impossible," Tsukushi said. She pulled back her long sleeved shirt and showed Yuuki the mark made by the injection that was inserted into her forearm. Yuuki sucked in her breath.
"Wow, Makino. You really should tell your parents. It's not good to keep this to yourself."
Tsukushi gave a laugh. "It's nothing serious. I fainted in PE class and then I was taken to the clinic. It turns out that I have some stomach virus. It's nothing to worry about. Most likely, my mom will just scold me for not eating well. Besides. Its going to pass over soon."
"You always say things like that," Yuuki said. She pointed to a rice cake that was on display. It was a rice ball with green seaweed wrapping and sesame balls. It was laid on a bamboo tray attractively, set off with small amounts of petals. "So are you still allowed to eat those kinds of things?"
"Yeah. Oh come on, the only thing that's going to happen is the medicine's going to make me dizzy and really tired."
"Hm.and you're still going to try to work double shifts to cover up the costs of the medicine? Are you sure that you can just treat yourself like this? You need to tell your parents!"
Tsukushi smiled. "Trust me. This isn't going to be something serious."
Yuuki smiled tentatively. "If you say so, Tsukushi. Listen, its six thirty PM. Normally, that would mean that our shifts are over, but I guess you're going to staying here until ten. Take care of yourself, Makino."
***
Tsukasa Doumyouji sat on the bed in his large room. The room was extremely large, second only to the master's suite. It had it's own bathroom, comfort room, refrigerator, phone line, laptop, all the latest game consoles, all the games that ever came out in the Japanese market and on the foreign markets, and several other gadgets and toys.
Doumyouji sighed and plopped back on the covers on his back. He stared listlessly at the ceiling. None of the things in his room appealed to him. Even with the army of servants and the wondrous collection of electronics the house had an empty feeling to it.
"You're not being a very good host here," Hanazawa Rui complained. He was lounging on the overstuffed couch and pressing into his Do Co Mo mobile phone to be picked up from the house. Doumyouji ignored his friend. "Rui, you're not helping me here. Neither Soujiro nor Akira are willing to help my cause here."
Rui glanced at Doumyouji with boredom written all over his face. Doumyouji turned red.
"Hey! That Tsukushi just annoys me! Just looking at her face makes me sick! She thinks that she can stand up to the F4! She's dead wrong."
Doumyouji didn't mention the real reason why he wanted to hurt her some more. It was like a way to prove to himself that he didn't have any feelings whatsoever for the girl. She was a poor person, and he was a rich young man, the kind of man that grew up to be a politician. Rui looked away from Doumyouji and out the window, and said nothing.
"What're you thinking?" Doumyouji stood up and abruptly changed the topics, stretching his arms high over his head. He walked over to where Rui sat. They both looked out the window.
"You act like a kid, Doumyouji," Rui said, without looking at him. "If you're just going to keep talking about torturing Makino Tsukushi, then I'm waiting downstairs in the lounge."
Rui got up and started to walk out. Doumyouji grabbed his arm. Suddenly he was dead serious.
"Hey, Rui." His voice left no room for jokes. "When you saved Makino the other day in the lunchroom, did that mean that you had feelings for her?"
Rui didn't look back. If it were any other person asking, then that person would have been completely ignored. But Doumyouji had been his friend since childhood, and together with the rest of the F4, they had learned to care for each other. He deserved an answer. Rui ran a hand through his hair.
"That didn't mean anything, Tsukasa. The show was ruining Shizuka's lunch."
(For those who do not read the manga or have no access to the translations, its like this: Doumyouji was able to turn the whole student body against Makino and her childhood friend, Kazuya. The two ran into the college lunchroom to escape from the mob of students, but in the end, were caught anyway. They were about to be beaten up when Rui jumped in to save them. ^_^)
Rui stalked out, the both of them knowing that Rui was lying in some sense.
*** "Unh." Tsukushi woke up, her head pounding. She put a hand to her forehead and realized that she had a slight fever.
"Are you okay?" Her mother's face popped up from over her futon. Tsukushi sprang up.
"Uh, yeah!" she said. She didn't want her mother to become suspicious in any way of her medicine side effects.
Her mother put a hand to her daughter's forehead.
"You're sick! Was it something you ate?! We have to buy medicine now!" Makino took a look at her mother and saw the yen figures flashing through her eyes. Makino shook her head and forced a laugh.
"Yeah, mom it was something I ate.It's nothing, I have to go to school. There's a quiz today in History."
When she arrived in school, her headache and fever had disappeared. It was a Monday.
"Tsukushi! Tsukushi!" she turned around. It was Kazuya chasing her. she hadn't even noticed.
"I've been calling you since you came through the gate," Kazuya said breathlessly. "You didn't hear me?"
She gave a smile. "Sorry.I have other things on my mind."
"Like what?"
"Like why I didn't study for the history exam. Argh! I knew we had a test, but I was too tired last night to open any of my notebooks!"
"What did you do last night that made you so tired?"
"I'm working double part time shifts in the dango shop."
"Double shifts!" Kazuya turned to her. "Are you crazy? You wont be able to take that.its going to be hard for you to catch up on schoolwork then!"
Makino laughed. "You worry too much, Kazuya. Be a man!" she socked him playfully in the back. She didn't notice how his eyes darkened at the last sentence. By that time, they had reached their classroom. Makino went inside, and the first thing she noticed was that her desk was gone.
Now this surprised her, because the F4 had pretty much been leaving her alone nowadays. The same thing had only happened once before, when the F4 had first worked against her, but now it had happened again. Her classmates were giving her a cold look. All of a sudden, Makino felt like she was back in the beginning of the school year, when she had first made herself the enemy of the F4.
"What happened to your desk?" Kazuya asked.
Tsukushi faced a classmate. "Kara, where's my table?" The shy girl turned away coldly, as if she hadn't heard anything. Makino felt her anger building up.
"What happened to my table?!" she said loudly, half shouting in the classroom. She was completely ignored. All her classmates turned her way, their faces showing disgust or distaste.
"You're too loud!" Someone said. "Shut up will you!"
Tsukushi was taken aback. Kazuya didn't stand up for her, but she didn't expect him to. Kazuya was sort of a wimp compared to any other guy. Instead, he just stayed behind her.
"Hey, my desk is gone, and I just want to know where it is!" she said again, her initial surprised giving way to anger.
"Shut up! If all you do is complain, then get out of here! And bring your stupid friend with you!"
"Hey! I have a right to-"
Her eyes opened wide in as she felt the tennis ball hit her on the side of her face. She took a step back, holding her right cheek. From the floor, she looked up in surprise, the information not really processing in her brain.
Her classmates were laughing. Her eyes went to Makiko, her 'friend' in the beginning of the year, and Makiko looked away from her gaze. Kazuya, in a rare show of bravery, stepped in front of her. Tsukushi crouched and got the tennis ball, and she looked up again.
"That's mine." The guy said, grinning, as he folded his arms in front of his chest. "Tsukasa Doumyouji gave that to me. Have you heard of him? Huh? He's from the F4."
Makino lifted her arm behind her, and was about to swing it.And another ball hit her, this time on her arm, past Kazuya's body. The two balls fell to the floor uselessly. The first blow had been harder than the first, and the second one was only on her arm, but what made her want to cry was the hatred and disgust she felt was thrown her way.
But she held her chin up high and faced the class. They were looking at her with barely concealed expecation. Their faces were free of guilt, as if they took joy in hazing poor students. Their smirking faces met hers.
Unable to stare them in the eye, she turned her gaze away, and ran down the hall.
"Tsukushi-!" Kazuya ran after her. Tsukushi was running blindly, going where her feet led her. She was a fast runner, and Kazuya was soon lost on her trail. Makino saw in front of her double doors, and she rammed through them without hesitation, welcoming the sunlight on her face. She tried to breathe.
She opened her eyes and looked at the sunlight, but found that her eyes were blurry. The feeling of helplessness and frustration built up from the memories from the month before, and because she knew she was going to have to work hard all over again to gain back at least some of the respect that she had been able to achieve over the months.
"What are you doing here?" A familiar cold voice entered her brain.
She turned to the direction of the voice, and Hanazawa Rui came into her line of focus. She had run to THE emergency staircase without realizing it. She got her mouth to work.
"This is all your fault,." she said. "This is all because of what you and your stupid F4."
She pretended she hadn't been crying, and she turned away to go back inside the school building.