Haninozuka "Hunny"Mitsukini, was very short for his age, onlybarely four feet and nine inches, even though he was already eighteen. He was at times thought to be a foreigner in his home country of Japan, because of his blond hair and brown eyes. Hunny never realized what he would fall upon, literally, that day on his usual walk with his cousin, Morinozuka "Mori"Takashi, an unusually tall, six feet two andinches to be precise,boy with black hair and dark eyes.
Shoes. That's what Hunny first saw when he looked at the bushhe had tripped infront of, a pair of nice black sneakers. Then came a pair of dark blue jeans, this person obviously wasn't a student here, they weren't wearing the uniform,how was it they ended up sleeping in a bush to the side of the school? He looked closer at the person, he saw a white t-shirt that said something on it in some language he didn't understand, and he also saw that around the persons neck was a necklace with something that looked a kin to a miniature sun. What was most peculiar about this person was the fact that they had short, spiky, white hair, was that even possible?
Yet, even though Hunny saw all of this in just a split second, the most important thing he saw, was that the person's head was bleeding, and they appeared to be having difficulty breathing, if that's what the short, struggled gasps of air coming from their mouth meant.
"Takashi, quick we need to help this person!" Hunny shouted for his cousin, who had more of a near servant-like obedience.
Takashi quickly appeared next to his cousin and immediately lifted the person on the ground into his arms and ran off to the infirmary. Hunny was about to go join him, when he noticed a messenger bag right where that person had been, so he quickly picked it up and ran after Mori.
'Ow.' I thought, as I tried to breathe, 'Great, another attack, and right when my head is bleeding from jumping that stupid wall.' then I realized something, 'Wait, where's my bag, fuck, my medicine is in there!' I moved my hands around, not bothering to open my eyes because of the pain in my lungs, I didn't even realize what passed through my hands wasn't really grass, stones,and dirt.
"Shit...now, I'm going to die." I mumbled to myself, causing even more pain throughout my lungs and my throat now too.
"Ah, you're awake, here Gin-chan." a young voice said, handing me a familiar,cylindrical item.
At this point, I didn't care who it was or how they knew my name, I just needed my medicine and that was all that mattered. I quickly breathed deeply into the inhaler, which now that I thought about it, had name on it, my breathing easily settled down and the pain slowly, far too slowly, went away. I opened my icy blueeyes, andstared into the brown eyes of a strange, little, blondboy hovering above me, and even though most people might be wondering who the hell that was andwhere they were, if they were in this situation, all I could think about was whether or not my mom remembered to let the dog out, and then I remembered I don't havea dog, so why was I thinking that?
"Are you okay now?" the small blond asked me,
"Hmm, yeah, thanks, ummm, what's your name?"
"I'm Hunny, and you're Gin-chan right, that's what it said in your bag?"
"Ah, yeah, thank you Hunny-kun." I didn't bother worrying over whether he stole anything from my bag; there was nothing of importance there anyway, besides my medicine. I didn't bother to use any formalities either, because hey, he sure wasn't using them, and besides, he's just a kid, wait, shouldn't I be on the high school campus, then what's a little kid doing here?
"Gin-chan, why are you here?"
I jumped a little as he pulled me out of thought, if I tell him I was sneaking onto the property, that's the same as trespassing, and that would get me in trouble, and then my parents would get upset with me, and they'dmore than likely send me back to Spain, wait, is that a really a bad thing?
"Gin-chan?"
"Huh, sorry, thinking, not something I dotoo often." I answered, not realizing that I pretty much just said I was stupid, "Can you hand me my bag?"
"Hai." and he went off to grab the black messenger bag that he'd been wise to bring along.
I searched through my bag, the sound of candy wrappers being crumpled and papers shuffled was easily heard, and then I took out some crushed soda cans, wondering how those got in there, a sandwich, why'd I have a sandwich, and turkey at that, I hate turkey,and something that was blue and fuzzy, why is it that people mistake my bag for a trash can?
"Gin-chan, you have a lot of things in your bag."
"Yeah, for some reason or another people always think it's a trash bag or something, not sure why though." I said, looking at the old beaten and patched up bag, not seeing how it could be mistaken for such a thing as a trash bag. Then I took one more dive into my backpack and finally found what I was looking for in one of the multitudes of pockets, my thick rimmed, black, glasses.
I placed the glasses on my face, 'Yes, I can see.' I took a look at my surroundings, I wasn't outside anymore, but in what seemed to be an infirmary, I lifted my hand to run through my abnormally white hair, when instead I met bandages. "Why are there bandages around my head?"
"You were bleeding when Takashi and I found you."
"Who's Takashi?"
"He's my cousin, and the one who carried you here."
'Ah, of course, he's too small to carry me, wait; he's actually smaller than me.' I thought, marveling in the fact that he was shorter than me, since I was four feet and eleven inches, 'Wait, he's just a kid.' my hopes of finally being at least on equal height with one of my piers vanished. Then I stood up, feeling much better than earlier, 'At least I still have my clothes on, now, where are my shoes?' I thought looking for my prized black sneakers.
"Gin-chan, what does that say on your shirt?"
"Real Madrid, one of Spain's best soccer teams, and they are so winning the FIFA cup this year."
"You're from Spain?"
"Well, I moved here from Barcelona, but I was born in Venice."
"You don't look like it."
"I know, sometimes I wonder if my parents adopted me since I look nothing like them, it's rather weird." I pondered over this thought for merely a moment before my mind finally registered the cold tile floor beneath my bare feet, "Where are my shoes?"
"They're right here."
He handed me my shoes and I immediately sat upon the floor to place them on my bare feet, I hate socks, they make my feet sweaty, so I don't understand it when people look at me strangely because I'm not wearing socks.
"Thanks for bringing me here, I definitely would've died otherwise, oh well, another day, another attack." I told him, smiling, another thing I don't get about people, they think I'm crazy just because I don't care if I can die at any minute because of an attack, I think they're really the crazy ones.
I opened the door only to come face to chest with someone, and then I realized something, I just didn't know what it was,
"You almost forgot your bag." Hunny told me, handing me the black, beaten,commonly mistaken for a trash bag, book bag.
"Knew I was forgetting something, thank you."
"Ah, Gin-chan, these are my friends, and this is Takashi." he pulledthe tall person who's chestI had smacked my face intotowards me, I had to crane my neck back just to get a look at his face.
"Wooow, you're really tall." I said, openly gawking at him, "You must always get picked first for basketball."
"..." he didn't bother to say anything; his neck was craned downwards so he could look at me.
"Anyways, you're Takashi right?" he nodded his head once, "Okay then, thank you for bringing me here, I shall bring a gift for you tomorrow in thanks." and then I maneuvered myself around him and past the people behind him.
"You're not a student here, are you?" a rather cold sounding voice questioned,
Goosebumps creeped all along my skin, I could be nearly equal to the Devil's daughter when I got upset, but that voice made me think of the evil man himself. Wait, he knows I'm trespassing, in this situation; do I attempt tostrike a deal, or run? I think I'llwait for afew minutes, gather some energy, and then run.
"And if I'm not?" I questioned,
"Well, it is illegal to trespass onto private property."
"This is a school."
"A private one."
"Oh, well then, I'll just have to do this." and I pushed the medical items on the counter next to me onto the ground in front of them, then quickly ran off.
I quickly heard footsteps chasing after me, what stupid people, they have no idea what I'm actually like, especially afteran attack, chasing me, whether I had an attack earlier or not, is like trying to catch smoke in your hands. Especially when I jump out the window, good thing I'm a fast healer and that they're not brave enough to jump out the window too.
"Kyouya, why did you scare him off?!" Tamaki shouted at his bespectacled friend,
"Imerely told him he was trespassing; he didn't have to run off."
"But Kyoya-senpai, you made him run scared." the red headed twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, said in unison,
"Why did Kyou-chan have to make Gin-chan run off?!" Hunny asked tears in his eyes.
"How do you know his name Hunny-senpai?" Haruhi, the secretly cross-dressing student due to a series ofunfortunate events, asked
"Ah, it said on his medicine that his name was De Amour Gin."
"That's a strange name."
"It must be Spanish; he said he was from Spain."
"He sure didn't look it." the twins said, butting in on the conversation,
"He did say he was born in Italy."
"Most Italians don't have white hair."
While the other six, well more five,chattered over the strangely white haired individual, Kyouya looked on his laptop, searching for that new restaurant that his father had mentioned, as being rather popular back in both Spain and Italy, that had recently been opened here by the owner of the small chain. He smiled as he stared at the newspaper article that had come up, commenting on the opening ofDe Amour named after the owner's last name. 'This will be interesting.' he thought, looking at thecolored picture, which happened to show the owner with his wife andwhite haired daughter.
"Ah-choo."
"Salu."
"Gracias."
"Do you think someone's talking about you Gin?"
"Má, please, why would anyone talk about me?"
"Le gasp, I just realized something, is it that my littlegirl is finally agreeing to look and act like a girl?"
My mom's eyes sparkled with glee, and over just a little sneeze too, "Má, por favor, usted está loco."
"Do not call your own mother crazy, especially when you're the one with the bandage around your head!"
I only blinked stupidly without realizing it, "There's a bandage on my head?"
My mother sighed, "I honestly do wonder whether or not there was a mix up at the hospital and my real daughter is nice, pleasant, sweet, and likes to dress up."
"I can cook and sew, isn't that enough?"
"Hell no."
"Daaaad, má is being crazy again!" I yelled into the kitchen at my left where dad was making food for some customers in the restaurant.
"You're her daughter!"
"Dad, I thought you were supposed to help me!"
"How about you help me with orders!"
"Yes sir!" and I ran off into the kitchens thanking my dad for saving me from the terrible tyranny that was my mother, he only laughed at how childish we could be, how dare he say such a thing, he's the one who still keeps all of his model Ferrari race cars. Although they now adorn the shelves of my own room, and I've added some of my own,maybe I really shouldn't be talking. Oh well, why is it that I feel like I'm forgetting something, meh, probably not important anyway.
I actually don't know how to spell thatbless you in Spanish, even though I do know a lot, but that's pretty much what most people, in Mexico at least, say when you sneeze.