Hello earthlings… I have decided to write a story. So… I will try to post this every time I get a chance… I'm not really sure where this will go, how long I'll be able to post it (you know, inspiration-wise), and how much you'll like it. Sorry if this sucks. Yeah, so… I'm not really sure about the title yet, so it might change at any point and time. This will be based on the manga, not the anime, just because I prefer the manga. Ok, "Forever" is words and talking, {Forever}is thoughts, and [Forever] is me. Allrightie, enjoy.
***STORY START***
There is a figure standing in the doorway of your room, but even though you don't have any idea who it is, you are not afraid. You're peacefully lying on the bed, looking at this guy questioningly [yes, you know it's a guy…]. He is watching you intently, and for a while you both just watch each other from across the room. Then, he slowly starts walking toward you. You get chills up your spine for a moment {Who is this guy???} but they disappear once his aura fills your whole heart a few seconds later, it's pure whiteness enveloping you. He sits on the bed [O_o I wonder what you guys are going to do…*wink wink*] and starts gently caressing your [*gasp*eew…] face. [Haha I got you!!! you: no you didnt!! get on with the story!!! me: ok, ok, no more pervy comments…D:] He leaned down toward you and you saw the perfect, smiling face of-
*BEEP,BEEP,BEEP*
"Oh no…" you whined. "Not the dreaded alarm clock!" {Who was he? I know who he is…} you think as you press the snooze on your clock, forgetting completely what his face looked like. This was the fifth time this week that you'd had a dream about this guy, and you couldn't even remember his face. Maybe it had something to do with the jet lag from moving here, to Japan, from America. You roll over, trying to fall back asleep. Just when you are drifting back to sleep, your alarm starts going again.
*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*
"Fine! I'll get up!" you say sleepily to your alarm clock, shuffling out of bed, out of your room, and into the kitchen. "Morning, mom," you say drowsily to your mother, who is making breakfast in the kitchen. You plop yourself down next to your big brother, Jeffrey, who is calmly eating Froot Loops as if you all weren't in Japan, but you were still in Tabraset, New York. For a minute, you forget that you'll have to meet new people, [Eew. People.] and worst of all, not get lost. [you get lost A LOT in new places.]
Your mom puts a plate in front of you with a stack of pancakes on it. "I made your favorite, since it's your first day of school…" she says, smiling. you give her a ridiculously wide smile in return and say "Thank you mother!" in an obedient little voice, making everyone chuckle. Your little sister, Claire, walks into the room and sits down next to you. "Mom, can you whip up some soy flakes?" Claire is lactose intolerant.
You quickly gulp down your pancakes, thank your mom, and go to your room. You take your uniform out of the closet for the first time and put it on, marveling at how short the skirt was. "Do they WANT us to look like total sluts?" you muttered to yourself. You leave your room, your backpack slung on your shoulder, and you enter your imooto's [little sister's] room. She was wearing the same uniform as you [she is a sophmore and you are to be a junior at Kaibara high school] except she is busy doing her makeup and hair. Even though you are the older sister, you care less about looks than Claire does. When she is [finally] ready, you grab your backpack from your room and leave the house, saying bye to your parents in the process. Your walk to school is mainly uneventful. At the school, Claire sees the girls she had been hanging out with for the past week and separates from you, leaving you standing by yourself in front of the school. You walk inside, noticing how weird you must look, walking alone on your first day of school. You see people staring at you. {I know it's kind of weird to be by myself, but they don't have to stare…} you think.
"Umm, Miss?" you hear behind you. You turn around and see a guy with silver hair following you, watching you intently. "Oh, hi…" you say, swallowing your antisocial tendency. "Could you help me out? I need to get to room 1-D. Do you have any idea where that is?" He smiles, making you go a little pink {why am I blushing??} and says, "I'm going to the same place. Follow me please, Miss…" "Oakarmine, Elle." "Follow me Miss Ohkarmeeneh" he says giving you another small smile. This time, you smile back, laughing at his inability to pronounce your family name. You inwardly curse having such a hard to pronounce name, at least by Japanese standards. While you're walking, he says "How rude of me! I haven't introduced myself. I'm Sohma, Yuki, the student council president. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."
You cough, then go, "Well, uh, nice to meet you," sticking out your hand. He gives you a confused look. "Oh, excuse me. I just moved here from, er, America, and we have different customs, so to say." You give him a sorry puppy face, making him laugh. You arrive at the classroom and enter. The class starts, and the teacher gives you a seat next to Yuki. You try to pay attention, but the class is American history, which you know basically everything about. Instead, you pretend to listen, but really stare at Yuki from the corner of your eye. You find it strange that you have the same eye color as him: you've never encountered anyone with your eye color, a deep purple. The rest of the morning is a blur. You meet an overly nice girl with brown hair named Honda, Tohru whom you sit next to in chemistry, your favorite class. She seems nice, but a little dense. Almost immediately, she says, "Please don't bother calling me Honda-san, just call me Tohru!!" {This girl seems to specialize in blithe smiles,} you think. Fifth period you have lunch, and you realize that your sister isn't in your lunch period. you are making your way over to an empty table {It's happening again…} you think, when you see Tohru making her way over to you.
"If you want, you can sit with us, Ohka-chan!" You nod your head and follow her to the table she was sitting at. {That's an interesting twist to my name… I certainly never thought anyone would ever call me that… at least it sounds better than ohkarmeeneh-chan} you think. At the table, you see several people, including a blonde guy who looked too young to be in high school, a guy with orange hair, a gothic-looking girl, a tough-looking blonde girl, and a punk-looking guy. To your dismay, Yuki-chan, as you had taken to calling him in your head, wasn't there. With an internal sigh, you sit down next to the gothic girl. {Heh. My kind of person…} Tohru introduces you to everyone: the girl you're sitting next to is Hanajima, Saki, the punk is Sohma, Hatsuharu, the orange-haired guy is Sohma, Kyo, the tough girl is Uotani, Arisa, and the tiny blonde guy is Sohma, Momiji. "Are you guys related…?" you ask the three guys. Kyo grunts noncommittally, but Momiji says, "Yup! We're cousins!" You eat your food, watching Kyo out of the corner of your eye. He seems to remind you of someone, in his movements. You shake off the thought and take out Howl's Moving Castle, your favorite book of all time, as well as your most prized possession. You had gotten it signed by Diana Wynne Jones herself, and even though the book was now worth over a thousand dollars, you have no intention of ever selling it. You were deep inside the plot when you felt someone sit down next to you. You look up and see it is none other than Yuki-chan. You pretend to keep reading, but you actually stare at Yuki from the corner of your eye. Again. "And this is Sohma, Yuki," Tohru says. "Oh…I know. I met Sohma-kun this morning," you say. Yuki notices you sitting there for the first time, but quickly turns away. Uo announces a game of Hanafuda [and no, I did not just make that up. it actually exists. look it up xP] and you all play until the end of the lunch period. Then you all grudgingly go back to class. Hana turns out to be in your next class, math, and she's in your gym class as well. In gym, you're playing co-ed volleyball, so of course guys are made the captains. as a joke, the gym instructor makes Kyo-Kyo [another innocent nickname] and Yuki-chan the two captains. Kyo starts raging about beating Yuki once and for all, and Yuki looks slightly bored. {Who do they remind me of??} you think, smiling slightly. They start picking the teams, so all the guys get picked out first. Soon, it's just the fifteen girls left. It is Kyo's turn to pick a person, and you are wondering whether there was any point in showing your skills in volleyball if you ever got picked. You look up and see Kyo pointing to you. "I pick her. The new girl. Ohkar-whatever." You stand up and walk over to your new team. You sigh. Of course you get a bunch of bakas. [Once again, baka=idiot] The rest of the girls are dispersed throughout the teams, the matches start. Naturally, Kyo challenges Yuki at his first chance. {Big surprise…} you think, but soon you are as caught up in the game as Kyo. The other players on your team completely suck, but you and Kyo-Kyo make a pretty good team when they're out of the way. Kyo, you notice, is lacking in control skills. Every other time the ball came to him, he hit it as high/hard as he could, making it either a) bounce off the ceiling and almost kill you or b) bounce off the net and almost kill you. It actually went quite well for your first game. You only lost 23 to 7. Not as bad as you'd initially expected. The last period of the day, you had art. Kyo, Yuki and even Hatsuharu and Momiji were in your class. None of the girls were there, though. [AN: Art class is open to sophomores and juniors at the same time, okay? I call it.] You sit at the table with all the Sohma guys. Momiji is acting like he's had too much sugar, but you assume that is his normal behavior since no one is really paying attention to his hyperosity [from now on, that's a word…]. The teacher gives everyone the assignment of drawing something or someone; it could be anything. A tree, a person, a dragon. Everyone just draws a stick figure and starts talking except for you. You don't look at your paper, you just let your hand draw, letting it glide across the paper. You are randomly staring into space, and you stop drawing when you hear Kyo-Kyo yell "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME YOU POMPOUS RAT?!?!"
"Someone's been studying their vocabulary…when did you learn such a big word, you stupid cat?" you heard Yuki-chan say while Haru snickered next to him.
"STOP SAYING THAT!!"
"Stuuupid caaaat…" he stretched out the syllables.
"SAY THAT AGAIN AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER BREATHE AGAIN, YOU SPOILED RAT!!!" "Stuuuuuuup-"
"Please stop." The Sohmas all look at you incredulously; no one usually interrupts Yuki and Kyo's constant fights. "Thank you." You went back to drawing, and you were soon finished. As you leaned back to admire your handy-work, you noticed that everyone was still staring at you… rather, at your paper. "What? Is it that bad?" Kyo looks at you, then back at your paper, then back at you. "Th-that l-looks exactly l-like--" Yuki-chan cut him off. "His cat! Yes, you're right Kyo, it looks exactly like Kootchi." You looked at kyo. "You named your cat Kootchi? That's… very… surprising… you don't really seem like a," you stifle a bout of laughter. "...Kootchi kind of person. You say, trying not to sound offensive. Kyo-kyo sends Yuki-chan some death glares, but doesn't say anything. {If only they knew...} you think. {If only they knew what that cat really was…} You sigh.
The school day ends, and you begin your long walk home. Tohru comes up to you and asks if you'd like to come to her house for dinner tomorrow, and you accept. You meet up with Claire [your sister for those who forgot.] on the way home, and you talk about your day. Vaguely. Very vaguely. Once home, you change out of your uniform, eat dinner, and go to bed not too long afterwards. Right before you drop off, you think, {Maybe it'll be different here. Maybe I'll be normal for once. Maybe I'll have friends. Maybe I'll…}
Then, you fall asleep.
Pretty good for my first try, eh? [person1: No, you suck, that sucked!! me: If you hate it that much, then leave. person2: That rocked!! I love it!! me: thank you :D] Elle [you] is/are a great artist. Apparently there's something secret about you… I hope this wasn't too long… Okay, if you people want to, R&R. It's just nice to know someone's actually reading your stories. Give opinions, good or bad. Ok, thanks.
[[[By the way, this is the same story, just reposted, since my account was tragically deleted D:]]]