Title:

A Murder of Mochi

Summary:

I'm not sure if you were expecting me to have some amazing first three months of school, meet some amazingly good-looking guy, and then, you know this whole story become some heartrending drama, or something like that, but I'm sorry to say nothing of interest has occurred.

Well, unless you count Ryuunosuke nearly tossing Yuu out the window. That was pretty funny, actually, well, besides Yuu nearly dying for the second time.

Pairings:

Um... Undecided?

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I'm not sure if you were expecting me to have some amazing first three months of school, meet some amazingly good-looking guy, and then, you know this whole story become some heartrending drama, or something like that, but I'm sorry to say nothing of interest has occurred.

Well, unless you count Ryuunosuke nearly tossing Yuu out the window. That was pretty funny, actually, well, besides Yuu nearly dying for the second time.

Seriously that midget somehow manages to give me a heart attack every five seconds, and it's irritating!

Then, there's Ryuunosuke, who seems to think my immunity to his strange faces means, why, of course, this is challenging his manly pride (whatever that is), therefore, he must make as many strange faces as possible in order for me to do something.

He says it would be better than what I usually do, which is just stare, or maybe poke his face or even patting his head, which would make him super angry.

So, you might be wondering why I'm giving this pointless monologue.

I'm in math class. The most horrible class in the history of the world, and I'm stuck in it, and-oh my goodness is the teacher looking at me...?

Oh, no never mind, he's just looking at Tanaka... Who's sleeping in class?

Really?

Truly?

I sighed, and massaged my temples.

What a dummy.

Despite my thinking this, I still couldn't help but want to laugh as the math teacher walked straight up to Ryuunosuke's desk, and promptly smacked a ruler right next to his head. When Tanaka's head flew up, drool flung everywhere... well, more specifically, right onto the teacher's sleeve.

I snorted, checking my watch.

Oh, there was only five mintues of class left. Such a shame. Tanaka was almost home free, too.

Math is the last class of the day.

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Ryuunosuke stared in horror at the evilly grinning man we all addressed as "Sensei" .

"Tanaka-kunn~" He chirped in a, um, disturbing, sing-song voice.

"Y-Y-Yes, Se-Sensei...?"

SMACK!

I winced. Poor desk, getting abused because of Ryuunosuke's silly napping session.

"Please, do not sleep in my class, yes~"

Oh!

You should've see this weird, creepy scrunched up face the teach is giving poor "Tanaka-kunn~".

It was scary.

"H-H-H-Hai!"

And apparently, Ryuunosuke thought so to.

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"Tanaka-kunn~" I purred out at the end of the day.

He shivered, groaning as he sprawled himself out over his desk.

"Don't call me that, Yoshi-san, it's-" Cue another shiver.

"Weird?" I offered, before he could spew out nonsensical gibberish and make a bunch of odd faces.

"Yeah," He agreed as he gathered up his things, "Weird."

Yuu jumped up to us both, chatting with Ryuunosuke about the Incident, and I laughed as Tanaka took a swipe at Yuu's head. Consequently, Yuu decided the best course of action would be for him to squawk out a battle cry and pounce on Ryuunosuke's back.

I cried out in amusement as I stood up from my chair, "Hey, I wanna piggy back ride to, Ryuunosuke!" Thankfully, these two were quite used to my informality, or we would have some serious problems.

Se-ri-ous pro-bl-ems!

Seriously!

Back to my narrative-

This statement brought of look of fear to Tanaka's face, because, hey, a tall person's also a naturally heavy person, got it? So, to put it nicely, my oversized self would crush him! That was to put it pleasantly!

Sadly, the fun ended when Yuu announced Ryuunosuke And He Had To Go To Volleyball Practice Because If They Were Late, Then Daichi-san Would Kill Them Both.

Yes, I realize I used capital letter for, like, three-quarters of that sentence, but if you had heard how Nishinoya had said it, you would put it like that to, because, hey, he made it sound like he really would die if he was late.

Then both of the boys looked at each other, then to me, opened their mouths, and started their, "Yoshi-san, You Should Come To Practice With Us, It'd Be Like, Totally Cool Right?" campaign.

I raised an eyebrow.

"You guys ask that every other day. I already said no."

"But why noooooot?" They whined in unison.

I rolled my eyes as I slung my briefcase-thing (I still don't know what to call it...) over why shoulder, "Because I said nooooooo. Anyways maybe later, guys. I'm busy, remember?"

Yuu huffed, "Yeah, yeah, I think you just assume we're no good."

Ryuunosuke nodded in agreement, with his arms folded. Hold up, there's the creepy screwed up face again, "Yooooshhhhiiiiii-sannnnnnnnnnn~!"

Man, he was right, that sing-song voice was weird!

I merely snorted, "Aw, man, you dudes are such babies. I don't think that, I really am busy, okay? I'll go to your first Inter-High game, to make it up to ya, yeah?"

They glanced at each other again did a little victory dance, which I laughed at. Seriously, these two were so childish! So much fun!

We parted ways in the hallway; I was heading for the main entrance, while they sauntered off to the doors that led to the volleyball gymnasium. We waved, grinning at each other as we walked in opposite directions.

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"Volleyball, huh?" I murmured to myself I began my short walk home.

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I couldn't help but grin at the irony.

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I leaned on the cash register counter at home.

I really, really, wasn't lying bout being busy. Darn Maman. Giving that new employee short hours. Giving me extra work.

GAHHHH!

Oh, I think I just heard the store bell ring!

CUSTOMER!

"Sawamura-san, you're early! Would you like your usual?"

The kind eyed, brown haired woman smiled gently at me, with her grocery basket in hand as she nodded steadily, "Yes, thank you, Oozaki-chan."

I waved my hand loosely at her as I slipped on some latex gloves, and a small box, "Sawamura-san, call me Yoshi, my sister's the stuffy, 'Oozaki-chan' around here- and would you like three ume daifuku and three anko daifuku or just six anko daifuku?"

The middle aged woman hummed.

"How about four anko and two shio?"

I tilted my head slightly, but didn't argue.

Sawamura-san had a sweet tooth, and something salty like shio daifuku really didn't fit.

I placed her order into our signature box, then punched it into the cash register, "That'll be ¥911.52, please!"

"Hai, hai," Sawamura-san handed me a ¥1,000 bill, and I briefly calculated her change. After a few seconds of gathering up the change, I handed her the appropriate ¥89.48.

She smiled at me, and whenever Sawamura-san smiles at me, I can't help but feel very pleased with myself.

Hey, don't judge, it'd like a giant load of wonderful flowers getting dumped on your face whenever someone that pleasant smiles at you! Naturally, it makes ya happy!

"Goodbye, Oozaki-san."

"Sawamura-san, I keep telling you to call me, Yoshi!"

She laughed as she exited the store.

I grumbled to myself as I checked my watch, "Man, Sawamura-san is as stubborn as ever!"

It was 3:56.

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"Yoshi, can you take the left over jagaimo and sakura mochi to the Ukais? You know how Ukai-san and Keishin-kun like it so much!"

I glance at the time.

'4:37'

"Yeah, I guess so, Maman. Lemme get an extra bento box, there's a lot of mochi left over today!"

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I hummed as I proceeded to the Sakanoshita Store. It wasn't very far from Karasuno, so it wasn't very far from my own home. I'm sure glad it's not too far away; I go to this store every three days to do something for my mom, and it'd be quite unpleasant it the walk was more than fifteen minutes.

I hummed as I grasped the black cloth that held my orange bento box.

It was dimming outside, and the sunset over the mountains looked especially beautiful. I sighed happily as a cool breeze fluttered past.

I was glad no one was really out near the school at this time of day, because I'm not sure how people would react to seeing a giant wandering around the place in a white muscle shirt, black athletic shorts, and orange Converse shoes.

Someone might call an onmyouji or something.

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Okay, maybe not a onmyouji, but maybe a miko!

Or not, just forget I said that.

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I arrived at Sakanoshita in a relatively short time, and I was surprised to see Ukai-san at the cash register instead of a certain irritating blonde guy. Ukai-san was very pretty, and she had the longest, silkiest black hair ever, and she was so, so nice! Total opposite of Mango-kun. Really, I don't even know how the two are related!

"Ukai-san," I greeted as I looked cautiously about the store.

He wasn't gonna pop out of nowhere and whack me on the head, is he? Or does he have that Neighborhood Volleyball Association today?

"Ah, Yoshi-chan, you have extras today? Why, it's only Wednesday!" Ukai-san smiled pleasantly as I unraveled the black cloth, placing the two bentos in front of her.

"Maa, maa, they're your favorites, and far too good to go to waste, Ukai-san." I replied cheerfully as I shifted on my feet to make myself more comfortable. She flicked her lock hair over her shoulder and she opened the sakura mochi box, plopping on in her mouth.

"Yum, your Kyoto-Style sakura mochi is amazing as always Yoshi-chan!" As she said this, she eyed the other box, "This one's for Kenshin?"

I nodded as I leaned on the counter. I yawned.

SO SLEEPY!

"Yoshi, Kenshin told me to watch the store, while he headed off to Karasuno. I'm sort of afraid those silly children won't eat dinner. You... you wouldn't mind bringing this to him and his team, no?"

Well, there goes my chances at sleep right there.

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I swear, I'm gonna kill Mango-kun.

Violently.

I was so sleepy, I could just die, but you know what?

I had to go deliver dinner to him and his friends, and be denied my needed nap-DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW TALL PEOPLE NEED SLEEP?!

Blah.

Just... blah.

Kill me now, I don't think I survive!

(NO, I'm not being mellow dramatic at ALL!)

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As I stood in front on one of the windows, peering into the volleyball gym, I lost all words to communicate my freaking disoriented thoughts.

Why were Ryuunosuke and Yuu playing on the Neighborhood Association team?

Why was Mango-kun standing all high and mighty and coach-like and franking, like a werido?

Why was there a whole bunch of-

OH MY HOLY GUACAMOLE, DID YOU JUST SEE THAT SHORT GUY JUMP, GOODNESS GRACIOUS, I THINK I MIGHT DIE OF A HEART ATTACK, THAT'S JUST NOT NATURAL!

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Okay, okay, calm down, yeah, yeah, just calm down, noting to see here, nothing to see here, naw, you just saw a shortie jump like a flying squirrel, that's perfectly normal...

WHO AM I KIDDING THAT'S WEIRD! I ONLY THOUGHT MY FREAKO BROTHER COULD JUMP THAT HIGH!

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Someone, save me.

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I breathed in deeply, probably resembling some old person inhaling while meditating or something weird like that, and gathered my discombobulated thoughts. I'm totally good now. Tooooo-taaaaaa-lyyyyyy!

I puffed out my cheeks. No way was I going to act like a headless chicken int here in front of Mango-kun! That'd be, like, totally, um, a, I dunno what it'd be like, I can't find words right now, 'cause I'm confused; sue me! I'm not an author!

I cautiously opened the door, and I recognized the sound of a volleyball hitting someone's forearms, and then, the awful, awful sound of it hitting someone's face.

More precisely, my face.

Okay, so, you might me like, hey, giant lady, a volleyball in the face can't hurt that much, right?

Well, I can assure you, it hurts that much.

Is my nose bleeding?

Wait, I think it is.

I glanced down at my white shirt, which was now stained with blood.

Yup, it's bleeding.

I shrugged.

Mango-kun looked like he was gonna cried.

Why?

Well, I'm not very sure, but I think the whole volleyball match just stopped as soon as my face got intimately acquainted with that volleyball.

"Heyyy," I greeted with the wave of my hand.

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"Ah," A certain Tokinoue Yuusuke started weakly, his face pale as he raised his hand up, "Sorry, Yoshi-chan... I guess I need to work on my receives?"

I snorted, then gagged as blood flowed back up my nose, giving my mouth this really disgusting metalllicy taste.

"Gee, you guess?"

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry?"

"Sorry, he says," I started, very much in disbelief, "I need to work on my receives, he says! Well, don't worry Yuushuke-chi; I'll kill you later. I promise to make it gentle, since I'm nice."

Aw, man, more blood's getting all over my shirt! This isn't cool at all!

Yuusuke seemed to have all the fighting spirit sucked out of him, and he hung his head.

Ha!

I always win, remember that, my dear readers!

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Then, Mango-kun look agitated, and he stalked over to me with a kleenex, tore it in half, then shoved it up my two nostrils. How rude, not to mention weird! Hasn't this guy ever heard of young, beautiful girls needing their space?

Jeez!

"What. Are. You. Here. For." He demanded.

I pouted at him, then stuck my tongue out, "Wellll, I came here to deliver your dinner," I held up the bento, "But since you're being so mean, I guess you don't get any jagaimo mochi!"

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Oh, that struck a chord.

He looks sad now.

Aww, Mango-kun's brooding! How cute!

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Suddenly, it was like the whole room snapped out of their state of shock, and it was like someone turned on the, "Oh, Look There's A Strange Person In The Gym Who Got A Nosebleed," switch.

"Who's the tall lady?"

"Is she okay? That looked like it hurt..."

"How does she know Coach..."

"YOSHI-SAN!" Okay, I hope I don't need to explain which two dummies said this, because if I do, I might give up on humanity.

"Oozaki-san!"

I cringed.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT DAICHI, I'LL KILL YOU TOO!"

I'm pretty positive no one expected me to spew out death threats so early into my introduction, so here's the explanation:

So, I like Sawamura-san. She's nice. I love her. Cool, right?

I'm not very fond of Daichi. To polite. Always calls me Oozaki-san. Makes me feel old. It irritates me. Got it? 'Kay. Good.

He cowered for a second, and he didn't seem to want to get off the court, so he replied in a loud voice, "Are...you okay?"

I pursed my lips together.

"Just peachy."

He snorted, and I threw a pen I had in my pocket at him.

Aw, he dodged it!

No fun!

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Wah, so many people I don't know!

Like, oh-

"MIDGET THAT'S NOT YUU!"

"I'M NOT A MIDGET, YOSHI-SAN!"

"YEAH, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT, YUU!"

"WHAT BOAT!"

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP! YOU GUYS, CONTINUE THE GAME!"

Man, Mango-kun is such a party pooper, right?

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Anko daifuku- mochi stuffed with red bean paste

Ume daifuku- mochi stuffed with Japanese apricot

Shio daifuku- mochi stuffed with unsweetened anko, making it taste salty instead of sweet

Jagaimo mochi- mochi dumplings

sakura mochi- anko mochi wrapped in a salted sakura leaf