Well, here goes. Since I got 4 reviews for last chapter (jumps up and down), I decided to continue.
Disclaimer: Not mine. PoT characters are all (C) Kazuki Takahashi (did I spell that right?).
You may be wondering how I actually managed to take a peek at Haru-kun's beautiful blue eyes.
Yes, they're blue. Seriously. That's why he hides them and everything. Sadaharu told me that, when he was young, he used to wear sunglasses, because the other kids would tease him because of his eye color, jokingly calling him a wolf.
It all began, one day, that day.
Chinatsu had pushed me out from the house again, not to go visit her old boyfriend, not to go hang out in the park…this time to the greatest hellhole on Earth – the mall.
Good kami-sama. Throughout the course of one day, I was pushed into seven separate changing rooms in eight consecutive department stores (all of them the home of incredibly slutty-looking apparel that were all cleverly designed to be worn on skeletons), shoved into at least four different shoe-stores (the sharp, multi-inch thick heels on the back of some of those dangerous contraptions looked like they could kill somebody if you had strapped them on and accidentally stepped on some poor guy), and then dragged (kicking and screaming) into a makeup boutique, whereupon a thick, foul-smelling "face conditioner" was slathered onto my face. It was puke-green, and contained suspicious little brown lumps that Chinatsu called "minerals".
Chinatsu, my best friend, also the entire opposite personality as me. She was a closet-perfectionist – on fashion. At school, you would never know this of her. She wore the thickest glasses, the longest skirts, and always had her nose in a book.
She used to be really pretty at the beginning of our senior year at Seigaku, but stopped trying to look perfect after she got kicked out of all the tennis fanclubs.
Chinatsu couldn't stick with one thing for very long. At the beginning of the year, she was hopelessly dedicated to the Fuji Syuusuke Club, baking cakes for the tennis tensai and swooning every time the boy walked around a corner. She got booted out after she had a meaningless fight with the president of the club over a tube of lipstick, and switched to Rookie Ryoma, becoming the only senior girl in the club (she left pretty soon afterwards, when both Kachiro and Horio took her actions the wrong way and thought she was trying to seduce them). She tried Kikumaru after that, but only found the acrobatic to be "annoying," and "constantly jumping around, like he was high on toothpaste."
Next, she joined the Momoshiro Takeshi Fanclub (she kissed him when he gave her flowers for Christmas, and the other fangirls got rather pissed), the Tezuka Club (she elbowed the tennis buchou in the groin on accident, when she was walking home and thought he was a stalker), the Kawamura Fan Club (she took one small bite of his wasabi sushi and fainted), Kaidoh Kaoru's Club (Chinatsu learned how to hit a decent Buggy Whip Shot, and became disinterested), and finally, the Oishi Shuichiro Fanclub, where she wasn't accepted, because of her history with all the other clubs.
Later, I asked her why she didn't join the Inui Fanclub, but she told me it was "unethical" to join just because your friend was in it (I was rather cold to her after a while when I realized that she just didn't find Inui appealing, but, needless to say, who would, except me?).
For a while after her rejection from the Oishi Fanclub, Chinatsu was reduced to wearing baggy t-shirts and her violet bangs swamping her forehead. She was more depressed than any other human being alive.
People started to think of her no more than an outcast and social leper.
And I couldn't have that. No, that name was already taken.
So I stepped in, me, the invisible girl who was constantly under attack from spit balls and taunting insults. Me, the ugly girl since grade school, whom everyone took for granted as just a member of the community, just another girl who people knew.
I did something I'd never done before, and offered to help China-chan with her math homework. She was never really good with numbers and variables, and I loved doing algebra. We became fast friends.
Fast enough friends, that, one day, she started to drag me off to her comfort zone, the selection of fashion department stores on the far side of the Tokyo District. There, she proceeded to make me "show your inner beauty," and "become the true pretty girl you are."
My best friend was now living her original life through me. I was a puppet now, and she the grandmaster. I was dolled up in the skimpiest, most eye-catching clothing that belong in the red-light district, placed in various pairs of skinny sandals that got me rubbing my pathetic little blistery feet each night, and applied coat after coat of gooey foundation, powdery rouge, and splotches of eye shadow and mascara.
I couldn't say that I was displeased; I rather liked the attention I received from the general population after my big make-over. For the first time in my entire life, I was being checked out (albeit by this creepy-looking, old perverted monk that I didn't know, but still), I was being asked out and stared at (though I found Kaidoh's eyes rather scary), invited to fanclubs (that I didn't join, because I knew it would anger Chinatsu), and showered with gifts from boys that never before known that I existed.
I admit that I find this a great improvement from my former life. I definitely never dreamt it to happen, back when I was the school outcast. But, I guess everyone has that little reserved spot in their mind, where they wished they were good-looking and the attention of all the others.
In some ways, I'm rather ashamed of myself, for thinking that at all. What had my childhood books taught me?
Always look for beauty on the inside. Don't judge people by their looks.
So much for that.
"So," Chinatsu interrupted my wandering mind, "what do you think of this outfit?" She was holding up a rather indecent-looking red and white top, with little metal rings running down one side and an artistically-ripped edge on the other side.
"China-chan," I bit my lip, "isn't it rather, too, um…"
I didn't want to use the word whore-ish. It wasn't part of my vocabulary.
"You're right," Chinatsu responded immediately, though I had no clue what she was talking about, "you're completely right, Momo-chan. It's much too flashy."
I hated being called Momoko. I was most certainly not peachy-looking (my skin was more white than anyone else's), and my real name was Maruko. I think it suits me much better, but Chinatsu has different ideas. She says that Momoko reminds her of her favorite childhood series, Momoko Sakura, and that I resembled the little chibi version of Momoko. I thought the Momoko Sakura was an annoying little cartoon.
Pretty soon, Chinatsu had everyone calling me Momoko.
Sadaharu was the first to call me by my real name. I don't even know how he found out about it in the first place, but it felt good to be known as who I really was, especially by the boy I admired.
After several hours toiling in the air-conditioned changing room (I hoped that I would die of pneumonia soon, being shoved into one ridiculous-looking outfit after another), we went to a nearby café.
It was there that I spotted him, hiding quite conspicuously in his green sweatpants and busily taking notes in his battered notebook.
A/N: I don't believe it, but I created 2 OC's in one sitting. Wow. They turned out more Sue-ish than what I first suspected, but that's to be expected. It IS an InuixOC fic after all. sighs I looked this up, and Chinatsu apparently means "a thousand summers". And I do like Momoko Sakura. It's very heart-warming.
Thank you for taking the time to observe this fan fiction! Please review and tell me if I could improve on stuff. I'm still an amateur (aren't we all?) and I need constructive criticism. I don't really care if you want to flame...I just want some reviews, 'kay?