Fairytale

BulgarianHorntail

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The first few periods were quite awkward. No one talked to me, probably because I look like a long haired boy in a skirt. No matter how you looked at it, I didn't fit in here. I'm short, look like a boy, and I'm only middleclass. It's like having cat in a huge storm of dogs. And, of course, we ALL know what the cat's reaction to that is.

Whenever someone tried to talk to me, I kept my head down and stayed quiet. I didn't even try to interact. That changed, however, when I got to English class. One boy approached me, and asked my name. When I didn't respond, I heard my mom call from the other side of the room, "Kanon! Don't be rude!"

I muttered something under my breath, and then looked up. When my eyes lifted my eyes, a beautiful boy of my age stood beside me. His hair was a deep blue, contrasting his gold eyes. The thin glasses on his nose were slid down just slightly. "H-hi," I stuttered as I shifted my body uncomfortably.

"Hello," He smiled, "My name is Oshitari Yuushi."

"My name's Shimizu Kanon." I looked down, unsure on what to say. I don't normally make friends very often, especially not pretty ones. All of my friends from Rikkaidai were pretty plain, except Gen and Haru; I'm only friends with them because their parents are friends with my mom.

"May I sit here?" He asked, pulling out the seat beside me.

"O-okay," I muttered, trying not to make eye contact.

"So, Shimizu-san, where did you move here from?" He questioned; his voice smooth and clear. I don't really like guys like him, but I couldn't quit talking because one, He's too charming to look away from, and two, my mother would kill me.

"Rikkai Daigaku," I responded, gathering my thoughts. He nodded, and then began to gather his things for class.

That's when IT came in. That same flow of pride and vain-like presence caused me to sit up in my seat. The beautiful boy took a seat beside me, which was odd because I'm in the front row. I kept my head down, begging myself to not make a noise and squeeze by this class unnoticed, as I had before.

Did I? Of course not, because Oshitari just had to go and ask me one last question. "Shimizu-san, do you play any sports?"

I looked up, trying to shield my face from the boy to my right. Mission failed. He caught sight of me, looking up. He didn't ask my name, or where I came from. He simply opened his mouth, and destroyed my chances of ever liking this school.

"Why are you in a skirt?" He bluntly stated, obviously wanting to get on my nerves. Nobody with THOSE eyes would make such a simple gender mistake.

"Because I'm a girl," I spoke through my teeth, careful not to yell at him. Why would I do that? His fan girls would probably lynch me like a disobedient slave. He raised an eyebrow, probably realizing that I don't want to ruin my life.

"Ladies don't sit with their legs open like that," he pointed out. Oh, he's definitely pushing it.

"I didn't say I was a lady, I said I'm a girl."

Oshitari noticed what was going on, but was obviously holding his tongue. They must know each other, somehow. They both look like ladies men. They both have a lot of vain glow around them. Maybe they're hosts at one of those host club places.

That could be it.

I walked around the sides of Hyoutei; looking at all the hardworking jocks pump their body by running or warming up. One boy was sprinting around the same path I walked in, overlapping me quite a few times. I stepped towards the fences that held big, beautiful tennis courts.

I stared at them for a while, waiting for the regulars to show up. My eyes skimmed over the first years as they warmed up. There was an intense sort of atmosphere that surrounded the courts. I heard a few girls who had been sitting on the bench I stood beside talking about their latest crush and who they think is going to be at their best this year. I tried to block out the useless gossip, until I heard an unusually loud gasp. They both stood up and huddled close; their thin faces became tinted pink.

I turned my head to see what had such an impact on them. Walking towards the fence door was 6 boys, all glowing with talent and awareness. In the front stood Oshitari Yuushi, the rather gorgeous boy I met earlier. Behind him, off to the right, was Akutagawa Jirou, the boy who helped me to my home room earlier this very same morning. The rest of them were unfamiliar to me. One, closest to Oshitari, was short with cropped up red hair. His eyes were a lovely, deep blue. Next, a boy with light brown hair that was well groomed, and sat perfectly around his head. After him was a very tall boy; I estimate about six foot. His light grey hair was short and shaggy, stopping before his golden brown eyes.

The last boy, however, looked extremely familiar. His facial features look like someone I used to know, but his hair is different; like his, it's dark brown, but very short and hidden with a hat. The boy I knew had very long hair that he treasured. Still, the sharp eyes closely resembled the boys. But, they couldn't be the same person. Ryou-kun looked like a girl; this boy looks too masculine.

After taking my eyes off him, I noticed the two missing members. Six is definitely not enough for a team. "Oshitari-san?" I leaned into the cage as he put his things down in front of me on the other side.

"Hm?" He looked up at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't there be two more people?" I questioned, pointing to the group of boys.

He looked back at them, "Ah, yes. Atobe and Kabaji are back in the locker room. Atobe's getting something ready, I believe."

"Atobe? Is he the captain or something?" I bluntly asked, hearing girls gasp around me.

Oshitari was about to say something when I heard somebody snap his fingers behind me. Suddenly, girls were squealing in delight. Shocked, and having no better was to defend myself to fan-girls, I ducked down and covered my little ears.

"Ladies, ladies," a familiar voice cooed smoothly, "Calm down. There's enough ore-sama to go around!"

I looked up to see the same deep blue eyes and silver hair that had been worn by an egotistical metro jerk in my English classroom. Why? It seems my luck is running out. Very quickly.