Disclaimer- Whistle belongs to Daisuke Higuchi, although I do own copies of the manga. And Snow White was created by Walt Disney, though I do own, and enjoy the video and at one point had several of the Snow White books.
Authors Notes- Yes, I know that this kind of thing has been done a million times. I wanted to try my hand at it. Also I thought that it might be interesting to see how the Whistle characters would work in this kind of situation. Please tell me what you think, any suggestions or constructive criticism is very welcome as I will gratefully take all the help I can get.
One warm summer day Maiko Kamijo looked out her window to see her teammate, Miyuki Sakurai, walking down the street carrying several bags of groceries. Maiko became almost mad with jealousy thinking of the incredible luck the other girl had. It was unacceptable that Miyuki should have several admirers while she, Maiko, had none. Growling to herself Maiko threw the curtains closed and dashed into her room slamming the door behind her.
She closed her eyes for a moment, calming herself. Then, after several deep breaths she walked to the mirror hanging above her nightstand. Taped to the upper right corner of the mirror was a picture of a boy with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. He also sported a bandanna, several piercings along his ears, and a necklace with a metal wing-like charm dangling from it. Maiko sighed as she gazed at the picture of Shigeki, her secret crush.
"Oh Shigeki," she sighed to the picture. She fantasized that he winked back at her. She giggled, then, hearing the sound of the front door close downstairs and the tell-tale rustle of shopping bags as her mother entered the house, she was reminded of her earlier anger. "Shigeki," she paused unsure of how to say what was on her mind, "Who do you like the best? Me? Or Miyuki?"
Picture Shigeki seemed to deliberate for a moment, then suddenly, "Miyuki of course. She has practicle skills and a brain, unlike you." Maiko stood rooted to the spot for a moment then with a cry of anguish flung herself on the bed. Her body shook with sobs.
On the roof Shigeki chuckled to himself. "Serves her right," he said to himself quietly, "Idolizing me like that, it's not right." Smiling he climbed down the fire escape. He was still chuckling as he reached the bottom. Glancing back up at Maiko's window he hurried away. And ran smack into Sho Kasamatsuri.
"Shige!" Sho cried. Shigeki caught the smaller boy by the elbow just before he hit the ground. "Thanks," Sho said, steadying himself. "What are you doing 'round here?"
"Oh, you know, just this and that." Shige replied, shrugging casually. "Come on Puppy, lets go get some food."
"Sure," Sho said eagerly. And forgeting his earlier confusion he followed Shigeki down the street to food.
As night fell Maiko woke from her troubled sleep. The smell of her mother's cooking wafted through the house. Rolling over Maiko stared at the ceiling, her eyes still red from crying.
She sniffed, then was overwhelmed with another flow of tears. It was quite some time before she was able to stem the flood. When she had wiped her face Maiko climed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. After washing her face she stared into the mirror for a long time.
It was clear that she had been crying. Her eyes were still red and puffy. Her nose continued to dripple some, and she continued sniffing constantly. It was an even longer amount of time before Maiko remembered that the water was still running. In panic she twisted the sink handle too hard and it broke. --Miyuki never would be so clutsy or unresponsible-- she thought. This brought another bout of tears.
Glaring into the mirror with tears running down her face Maiko vowed, "I will rid myself of the competition that is Miyuki Sakurai." Then grabbing a towel she disappeared once more into her room.