Chapter 1
"Mona Lisa"
"Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be"
She awoke with a large groan from her mouth. Her pea green eyes glistened as the sun hit them, blinding her for a moment. But as she recovered, the new warmth of the day has welcomed her. She let a small smile formed into her ashen face...
Until she saw what time it was...
"KANATA YOU BIG IDIOT!"
"Achooo"
"Dude? Are you alright?" his best friend asked him who was looking at him not worriedly but rather with an amused expression on his face.
His chocolate brown eyes developed into an annoyed glare but his best friend just gave him a goofy grin...and he can't help but sigh.
"Nothing...just a sudden cold, I guess" He finally replied, still thinking what it was that made him shiver.
Unfortunately for our dear hero, he didn't realize that his simple reply could lead to a massive disaster. Here they come,
"KANATA'S SICK!" and just like that came the uproar of the entire building.
The two friends felt sweats appearing on their faces.
"Let me, oh my beloved, heal your pain and your suffering. Come here and take a piece of my medicine!" a girl said as she tried to waltz towards her idol which in return backed away to the farthest corner of the room.
"No...I'm ok!" Kanata, the person who was the cause of all the commotion, said hurriedly, now clutching the wall, not that he could, for his dear life.
"Get out of the way, you ugly head" another girl said as she kicked the first woman out of the view. She turned her gaze to Kanata whom in return shivered uncontrollably.
"Don't listen to her, Kanata—ooff" Another girl appeared, and another, and another, and another, until the whole place became a boxing ring, nah, more like a wrestling arena.
All of them trying to grab a piece of their handsome mate.
But all came to stop when they felt the eerie aura bubbling just across the room. All eyes turned saucers as to what they were witnessing. Many escaped already, and many, who were conquered with fear, felt their knees buckling straight to the floor. Good thing, they didn't even start wetting their pants. Now that would be so...
"Kanata, I just wet my pants" no comment about that.
Now, if you're wondering what in the world where they afraid of, the answer would be simple:
Pink tendrils of hair floated above the ground just like exorcism. Her eyes which were in violet hue, but were covered with her bangs flashed dangerously towards the bodies of the people who dared cross her knight in school's uniform.
Her mouth continued to mutter as if dark spells were being casted, giving more fear to the entire civilization watching her in great anticipation, or rather, fright.
"How dare you, touch my KANATA with your filthy fingers? You lunatic bit*s!" People looked at her as if she was insane. Oh the irony.
"Grrrrrrr" she gritted her teeth like a dog on the loose.
"Hanakomachi! Please lend me a medicine" ah, the hero finally spoke. Did I say he was ready to jump off the window? Nah, just kidding, but he was ready to bolt out of the room if anything ever happens, isn't he a great hero?
Finally, as if just been awakened from her slumber, Christine's eyes, the maiden who was before creating an evil-ready-to-kill aura, flashed with adoration. Her beloved Kanata chose her after all. It brought tears in her eyes.
"Oh, Kanata, please accept this..." she shyly reached out her hand towards him, but you know, it was quite hard to miss it considering that it was presented near to his face, just below his nose.
"T—thank you, Hanakomachi" and since our hero's the type of a genius in academic but DUMB on personality, he succeeded in making another BIG mistake.
Just as he was about to grab the medicine from the pink-haired maiden's hands, he noticed, one little tiny problem.
Her hand was ABSOLUTELY, DEFINITELY, INDUBITABLY, closed. The sign? Veins were already visible from her hand. From the way he could see it, she was gripping it too tightly. So, what did he do?
He brought his hands towards her, lead it below his stomach BUT ABOVE HIS PANTS, and slowly, but painfully opened her hand and grab the medicine. Phew, the way she was holding it, Kanata almost wanted to use a lever.
In the maiden's view, he was caressing her hands with his, which is why; her face was now as red as a tomato.
"K-aka-ka—kana-ta-tou-ched-my-h—and" she said without stutter.
Our hero looked at her oddly.
Christine , then continued to lift her CARESSED HAND near her heart, before dying. No, I'm kidding, just passing out.
Everybody was able to breathe normally again.
"Alright, class! SIT DOWN ON YOUR CHAIRS" The teacher finally gave her presence.
Everybody obeyed, well, not Christine, she was just dragged onto her chair by somebody.
The class looked at their teacher worriedly. Why? Because she was smiling greatly that she almost looked like the joker from the bath man or was it butt man? Anyways, she was smiling, and that itself is a bad omen. She never smiles like that without reason and if ever there was a reason, it should be like this.
1- pop quiz.
2- She finally found a boyfriend.
Or 3- she has finally got rid of her worst nightmare.
They gulped.
And the teacher saw it. "What? You think I finally got rid of my worst nightmare by inviting him on my home, suddenly attacking him, and ripping his flesh to pieces before flushing them down the toilet?"
...
"No way!" the teacher flapped down her right arm while she rubbed her head with the other arm.
...
"Anyways, I've got good news for you-hey! Why are you backing away?" the screeching stopped.
"We got new students joining our class starting from today!"
"Eh?" they replied, some sighed in relief, while others, wet their pants.
"Yup, please enter now Mr. Fujoka and Ms. Otome"
The door opened revealing two bodies of opposite gender.
The first one was a boy, who had bright blue hair, messed into spikes, eyes that sparkle due to its aqua colour, and a skin that was lightly tanned. He was also quite tall which made him cooler to the eyes of the crazed newly-formed fan club.
The second was a girl, duh, who had wavy fire hair, no, it's not on fire, a pair of deep blue eyes, unlike the eyes of the boy, they did not sparkle instead they looked like they could freeze you should you ever look at them, and a very pallid skin which showed how smooth and creamy she was. Some men began to drool at her.
"Please introduce yourselves to the class" the teacher said.
The boy started first. "I'm Kujo Fujoka. I recently studied blah blah blah and please take care of me"
"Oh, we will" some girl who had a certain look in her eyes said.
The girl followed. "I'm Yumi Otome. BLAH BLAH BLAH. Please take care of me also"
Some boys drool more.
The teacher was about to send them to their chairs when the door was opened again.
At the view, was a panting blonde, with her burning eyes, and sweaty skin.
"Mm-sorry—late-Ms-sorry-" now if only the class could understand what the heck she just said.
Kanata looked at the panting blonde with amusement which the blonde noticed and regarded the auburn lad with a glare.
His thoughts- cute...EH..I mean, hah! She looks hilarious...
Her thoughts- if only looks could kill, IF ONLY...
Then, the unexpected happened.
"KYAAAA!" Everybody looked at the scene happening in their front with wide eyes and opened jaws.
His thoughts- THE F-K
Her thoughts- THE F-K
You see, one moment, the new student girl was just standing calmly, then the next moment she was hugging the living day lights of our blonde friend. All the while screaming at the top of her lungs.
No one tried to stop what was happening hence of the fact that they were all in shock.
"Um..miss?" Miyu, the person being choked, called yet the hugging didn't stop, in fact, it became more aggressive. Miyu felt her eyes popping out.
"You're perfect! Perfect! Just perfect!" The girl, who we can now call Yumi, said. She brought her fingers on Miyu's face which made Miyu became stiff because she doesn't SWING that way, but fortunately, the girl simply started caressing her face.
Her eyes, no, she didn't poke them, her nose, no, she didn't push her fingers on it, her mouth, don't even think about it, all of them, all of the organ outside Miyu's face, the girl touched them all.
Finally, after some time, she let her go with a grin on her face. By the way, Miyu was still frozen in place.
"I want you to be my model" Yumi said as if without care whether the person she was talking to agrees or not.
Everyone stared on shock.
On their heads- Mi—mmi-yu? M—mo-del?
One guy let his mouth open up. "Eh? Why Miyu?"
Miyu felt her hands twitched.
Another person talked. "Besides...model?"
"Are you an employer?"
"A photographer?"
"A lesbian?" whoever shouted that got accidentally hit by a flying eraser followed by a flying chair.
"But Miyu?"
"I know she's pretty, but, model?" Twitch
Miyu was about to speak her mind when the girl cut her off.
"Yep, I'm a photographer...and a professional one"
The students looked at her in doubt, not with the "I'm a photographer", but with the "a professional one." I mean, Miyu? Duh!
"Why not Akira?" a student pointed out a very beautiful girl.
Yumi saw her and her expression told them all. Are you kidding me?
"Yes, yes, she's beautiful and all BUT photography isn't about glamour and obvious beauty..."
The students continued to look at her as if she was someone freed from a mental hospital.
"Photography is an ART. Art of expressing inner beauty!" Enter flower background "Art of creating persona from just a picture" Enter Vogue Magazine background "and most importantly, art of turning simple things to charmant!" Enter naked man ooops, wrong background. Enter the
"A Snowy Evening" background.
"That girl" she pointed at Akira "is beautiful, no doubt, however, that is where the problem comes. She's already beautiful, if you take a picture of her PROFESSIONALY, it would come out like the pictures in a men's magazine"
"Ohh" the students replied; now a little bit understanding what the girl was trying to say.
"While her—" she pointed back to the frozen blonde on the door. "Is the definition of simplicity! And simplicity is a picturesque in a master's eyes"
"Ahh" The students looked at her as if they didn't believe her.
Figuring that throwing flying chairs at them won't be a necessity, she just asked, "So, is there a photography club here?"
"None" it was the teacher who replied.
Yumi looked at them with exasperation. "Fine, I will make you believe! I shall create the photography club here and use her" the blonde "as my model and I assure you, you'd eat your own thoughts and words..."
She finished with a huff.
Miyu after being frozen for some time now realized that the girl was finished talking. She awoke with a jolt.
"He-y, wait a minute! Whoever said I agree?"
The entire class looked at her with the expression saying, "Who-gives-a-damn-about-your-decisions"
She felt her hands twitched.
The girl then smiled at her lovingly, and she started to back away.
"Don't worry, princess, Je vous prometsque nous allons gagnerce pari" I promise you we will win this bet.
Miyu was just speechless, so are the entire room.
"Ehem" the teacher once again decided to show her existence. "Sit down"
Meanwhile... while the others' attentions were all focused to the uproar, our handsome lad had an unreadable expression on his face.
He was even gripping his hands a little bit tightly just to show his annoyance. YES, he was annoyed. Why? It was because she was getting too much attention and he didn't like it one bit. He was quite possessive, not that he would ever admit it, but seeing she got hugged even by a girl still didn't help the growing jealousy on him.
He wished the new students never came in town, who know what chaos will they bring? And he has already an idea of what they would be.
He averted his chocolate eyes from the girl to his girl.
He already knew from the start that she contained hidden beauty, something that would definitely arise soon, but to be this soon was quite unexpected.
He bit back a snarl from his mouth. Now everyone might notice her.
He hates them...Kanata hates them...
Ty for reading :D...r and r please.
