The Closeted Harajuku – Chapter 2
"Like hell I'm trading these volumes with you."
Yozora said bluntly with a blank look, her usual expression in general, contrary to her outer appearance. Mainly her outfit; a red and white striped dress with short sleeves, a grey denim jacket over the bodice, along with bodyline lace up shoes. Her hair was in its two low pigtails.
She stood boldly across the counter of the comic shop where her brother works part-time to pay for his college fees.
Hasekura Iori pretended to pout at his younger sister. He has always been trying to confuse Yozora in some way, even used money to do so once. Never succeeded anyway. To the cruel eye of his younger sister, he looks like a dork, both in character and appearance. He has lilac spiky hair that sweeps past his eyebrows and amber eyes, to a close shade of Yozora's chartreuse eyes.
Meanwhile, Yozora has caught a lot of the young men in the shop's attention.
Yozora had stopped by to trade a few of her old manga volumes for new ones, and while she also had two rare volumes, Iori took interest in them and is actually 'begging' her.
"Fine, your loss." Said Iori mindlessly with a scowl, handing Yozora the new volumes. "By the way, I'm coming home for the weekend."
"Don't you usually go to your friend's house when you leave college for a short while?"
"Yeah, but Kaasan called last week, saying she'd like to see me so I couldn't let her down or worried."
She was silent for a while, until she shrugged.
"I get it. You need me to get anything?"
"No. I'm going home around five so I can get something quickly before I go home. Thanks anyway."
In reality, he was stunned. A short moment, she was cold and heartless. The next soft and sweet, and more…sisterly.
He could have sworn he caught the corner of Yozora's lips curve as she leaves the shop. Like brother, like sister?
"Hey, that chick seems to know you. Your girlfriend or something?" Sentaro, a colleague of Iori asked with a nudge. He was also Iori's roommate at the college, and was a complete pervert.
"She's my baby sister, bro." replied Iori.
"Think you can introduce me to her?"
"Uh…" Iori looked around for an excuse to his friend's question, or was it more of a request? "I'll try."
"You rock! See you later!"
Sentaro grinned goofily through his braces and geeky glasses, before reaching out for his rucksack and leaving for his lunch break.
"Yozora!?"
Everyone in the café turned to the brunette maid, who, for some reason, had screamed the new customer's name with a hint of shock in it.
"Are you alright, Misa-chan?" the manager of Maid Latte, Satsuki Hyoudou said from the table she had just served.
Misaki ignored her question and decided to go along with her duty.
"Welcome back, mistress." She smiled towards the pink-haired girl.
. . . . . .
Choke.
Misaki sweatdropped as Yozora walked towards a small vacant table in the corner, two manga volumes in hand and neon pink satchel hitting her thigh. Misaki knew of Yozora's love for harajuku-a-gogo-land, same went for Usui. And Yozora also knew of Misaki's little maid secret.
"Nice to see you too, Zora-chan."
Yozora snapped her head to the table close to hers.
"You again." She muttered to herself, a daring aura scaring a pair of young men from another table.
"Is that how you say hello to every guy you like?"
"Shut up."
Usui had a frequent joke of thinking Yozora had a crush on him, and Gouki, from how they often annoy each other.
"What would you like to order, mistress?" Misaki asked nervously, as she walked over to Yozora's table.
"Caramel frappe and castella, and tell Usui to get lost."
"Hai…" Misaki dropped her head in defeat as she left for Yozora's orders, failed in the third one though.
Misaki and her collegues watched Yozora from afar, the one with chartreuse eyes calmly sipping frappe and eating soft castella cake, while constantly stopping to turn thin pages of her book.
"Ne, Misa-chan, who's that girl?" asked Honoka, an action of thought occurred on her.
"She's dressed almost like Aoi-chan." Erika pointed out, recalling the time when Satsuki's nephew visited.
"Is she also a net idol?" Subaru asked with curiosity in her tone.
"Eh, no…she's the secretary at my school."
"Really? I thought you were the only girl in the student council." Said Satsuki, turning back to Yozora, only to see her saying something angrily to Usui, who held a playful smirk.
"Yeah, well, our previous secretary left three weeks ago, so she was elected by the School Board to replace him." Misaki explained.
"Interesting…" Honoka mumbled in the curtain mysteriously, causing the other maids to sweatdrop at her devious behaviour. Misaki frowned and looked around, ignoring the 3 dazing 'idiots', as she would usually refer them to, except the 'dazing' bit.
If only they would disappear for a day, the brunette thought to herself.
The bell that hang above the door suddenly rang, and all the maids snapped their heads to the new customer. Before one of them could step out to greet her, they all stopped as they saw the person Erika has just mentioned.
"Aoi-chan…" Satsuki breathed, stunned and shocked.
The blonde figure, dressed in a Queen of Hearts-like dress, red lace up boots, no headdress, looked around the café with a smug look on her face. She ignored all the young men who stopped to stare at her.
She snapped as she immediately recognized Yozora with her gorgeous violet eyes.
Yozora sensed the glare that was aiming for her, and she looked up from her book, only to immediately return it and it developed into a powerful bicker.
"Hi, Zora-chi~!"
. . . . . .
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to say 'hi' too?"
Snap.
Aoi's first breath of protest was held back by Satsuki covering her mouth and dragging her to the back room.
Seeing as she had just finished her frappe and cake, Yozora stood up with her personal belongings, dropped the money into Subaru's hand, and left home. She promised her mother she would make dinner that night, seeing as her brother was coming home as well.
She may not look like it but she was a very excellent cook, learning by herself, in fact. Of course, she also took some tips from cookbooks.
After finding out about Misaki's part-time job, she might have qualify herself to work there, but she has been considering babysitting. She was the youngest, and the only infant she's ever been related to was her recent cousin in Nagoya.
On her way home, she spotted a certain blonde sitting his life miserably on a wooden bench in the park. She smirked to herself and approached him silently.
"Need any help on inventing yourself?"
Gouki Aratake looked up, slightly surprised. Though he tried to hide his hopes with a scowl when he sees the pink-haired girl he's been thinking about all week.
"What do you want, Hasekura?"
Yozora sat down at a good four inches apart from the delinquent, which was the closest the two has ever been.
"I know this isn't my position in your view to say, but I think we meet each other enough times to get to know each other. After all, I know you still remember that day too."
Gouki was speechless. Of course he still remembered that day. It was the first time he actually had concern for a girl.