Apple tea here, I forgot to load on Thursday so in penitence, I'm typing two chapters today. Please read and review!
Leena Yukimura.
Usually, my waking-up routine isn't something colorful. Fall out of bed, get dressed. Drag my ass to the bloody building they call school (hell.) Not:
"SQUEEEEEE! YUKIMURA-SAMA!"
"ATOBE-SAMA!"
"GO NIOU SEMPAI"
"KAMI-SAMA IS MARUI-SAMA."
I. Can't. Breath.
Look, I'm not used to having a wall of sound over 100 decibels hit me after a transcontinental flight with almost no sleep. Moreover, the airport stinks of perfume, and with the added heat of my new dad, 16 hormonal(impulsive, bad mouthed, rude, eccentric,etc.) and downright mentally impaired teenage tennis playing boys, two flight attendants as well as over 200 fan club members (of both male and female genders- thats just plain disturbing. But impressive none less.) Its suffocating.
*Snap.*
One of the tennis club members with grey-(what? Seiichi said that all the people he actually were friends with were middle school aged.)-hair silences the entire fan-mob, saving the trouble of me tearing my hair out and yelling bloody murder at them to shut up.
"Ore-sama demands that you quiet down for the arrival of my fian.-"
"Leena! welcome to Japan!"
On other circumstances, I might have thought that my brother cutting off that grey-haired boy's sentence funny, but not when I didn't get any sleep at all on the flight.
"As ore-sama was saying, my fianc.-"
"You must be tired Leena; Let's get you back to the mansion."
"Sure-."
"ORE-SAMA WAS SAYING, MY FIANCEE!
You could literally hear a pin drop at that moment, I don't know what else to think but:
This guy is a moron.
"Well then, since thats done and over with, lets get you back home."
It suddenly seems like Moses parting the red sea before I turn into the rope of a tug-of-war match between my brother's tennis team and the "ore-sama's" team. All mayhem breaks out as the fan mob in the background starts chatting again.
"I'm sorry Atobe-san but Leena needs to rest.-"
"No Yukimura-san, I need to make things clear about her career choice.-"
"That can all be done later Atobe-san-"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ye.-"
"SHUT UP! Look 'ore-sama' or Adobe or something like that, I don't know a shit about what's going on, why one of my brother ever friend-ed an egoist that has grey hair.-"
"IT'S SILVER.-"
"WHATEVER!- Don't go calling me your freakin fiancee or something right after I come of of a RED. EYE. FLIGHT. So leave me the hell alone right now, or go screw yourself and die in a ditch."
Though the cursing level is a bit over, I'm surprised I actually managed to that I managed to incorporate that many curses into my japanese vocabulary. Though, I did spend a lot of time researching-(*ahem, reading manga.) -them.
Grey haired guy/ 'ata boy and Seiichi come up to me in turn, Seiichi, taking my hand to lead me away while grey haired guy stops me and bursts my personal bubble by whispering near my ear:
"I am Atobe Keigo, remember that."
-Before kissing me; Well, at least attempting to. Seiichi's slap connects with the back of Atobe's head, dad knees Atobe in the crotch and while Atobe's face is screwed up, my hand, conveniently forgetting to let go of my suitcase- connects with Atobe's pretty nose.
CRACK.
Basically, the results weren't pretty.
Besides that, coming out of the airport was rather easy (some old guy on my brother's team kept the fan mob at bay.) On the bus to the Kanagawa, I met most of Seiichi's friend's. Though some of them came as a shock-
"Wait, what do you mean this guy.-" pointing to the old man in the baseball cap. "isn't your manager? He looks like, like, about forty or fifty years old!"
I didn't get an answer because most of the team was still laughing too hard.
Another awkward moment was when this person named Niou cosplayed as the Atobe guy, hugged me around the waist and planted a kiss on my cheek. I freaked and slapped him while screaming, the other people on the bus, needless to say, weren't too happy. After that commotion,( and 50 laps being assigned to Niou ) I got sweets from a red haired guy named Marui that I think were bought using a bald guy, named Jackal's (cool name!) money. Akaya, a boy in the same grade as I am squabled about my age, saying that all American to-be-ninth-graders-but-pushed-back-a-year girls looked like 6th graders before getting a mean look from the old man, Sanada (sounds like music?) and shutting up. Meanwhile, a guy who never opened his eyes the entire time the train was moving as well as a very polite guy with glasses, welcomed me and seemed to be the only normal people.
Well, I guess its a pseudo happy cliche ending for every fairy tale, but as soon as one arc in manga ends, another one always seems to start right afterwards with the repetitive: To be continued... In fact, that's exactly the situation right now, unpacking at the mansion ( It's freaking HUGE) was a hassle, but now the mess is considerable and I still have to clean it up.
