Chapter 7. Her problem
Miyuki put the frame down to her desk. After glancing it for a while, her eyes became tired. She stood up, heading towards the curtains. It had been a month since she arrived in Tokyo.
She picked the remote control beside her, then clicked the power button. The TV went dead in sudden. She threw the remote onto the bed, turning her gaze back to the streets down her.
The sea of lights were swimming in front of her eyes. Sounds of traffic's crowdedness began to vanish a little by little as her minds were wandering away. Suddenly she missed New York.
She wrapped her arms tightly, as if she was trying to keep herself strong against pain in her chest. "Mom..."
'Was coming to Japan a bad decision? Was this foolish thing to do?' She asked that to herself every night. But even that she didn't have any courage to go back to New York.
She crawled onto the bed, turned the bedside lamp off then tucked herself into the blanket. She closed her eyes.
Drop.
Drop.
"Please don't..." She cried again. But the man seemed he didn't hear it. Or he didn't want to hear it.
Drop.
Drop.
The rains still fell.
Her hairs soaked wet, messed up over her face. She cried again.
But the man kept walking away. Didn't care how many she cried over his name. He simply didn't care.
"NII-CHAN!"
Miyuki woke up with cold sweat all over her body. She was panting, as if she was doing marathon. When she realized she was clutching the blanket tightly, she sighed in grateful. "Thank God, it was a dream," she muttered, covered her face with her hands.
She clutched her hands to her chest, feeling her heart beat faster. Unfortunately, the pain was real.
She spotted the clock on the wall, it was already 8 A.M.
"Ah crap! I'm late!"
The girl immediately dashed to the bathroom. After done a quick shower, she rushed to the closet, then wore her favorite brown loose T-Shirt and jeans. She browsed the room for a while, after confirmed all the lights were off, TV off, gas closed, she marched to the front door, wore her red sneakers. She left the apartment.
It was saturday and there's no school activity. But not for Seigaku Tennis Club. They had another hard practice today.
"Seigakuuuuuuu! Fight-O! Fight-O!" Screamed all lapping members.
Miyuki ran past them, greeted 'ohayou' and apologizing due to her late. Everyone just smiled and nodded to her.
"Ohayou, I-I'm sorry I'm late, Buchou," Miyuki panted as she bowed repeatedly to Tezuka.
The Cold Captain of Seigaku just stood still. His eyes were fixed to all his subordinates, signaling warning to them 'don't you dare to slack off!".
He glanced a little to the girl then turned back to the members of tennis club. "It's okay. Just don't let your guard down again..."
"Aah, hai..." was the only girl's answer.
The buchou walked away, leaving the concerned girl behind.
"Baka..." Miyuki muttered.
The data man of Seigaku repeatedly switching his gaze between the stopwatch and the manager of the tennis club.
After seeing the girl's facade became sad when she was being left by his cold buchou. He became worried.
"Ah damn Tezuka..."
Inui scanned the girl as she's approaching him. "Inui-senpai..."
"Ah Sato-san.. Ohayou."
"Gomen ne, I'm late..." She said with dry voice.
"Ah it's okay... We're just started lapping anyway..." He assured the girl.
Miyuki put a weak smile, grateful that Inui could comfort her. She then took the notebook Inui was holding, "let me do it Senpai!". She also took the stopwatch from his left hand. "C'mon go! You should be running too!"
"A-ah okay..." He stuttered as the girl pushed him to join the other members.
He glanced back to the girl then smiled as he found the girl wasn't sad anymore.
Number 4. Always make her happy
"Ah, Tomoka-chan!"
"Come on Ryuzaki-san!"
"Ah, Miyuki-senpai too!"
The brunette struggled as both pigtail-haired and the tall girls dragged her along the way. All students stared them with strange look- be amused by what were they wearing that time. A cheerleader outfit.
"Not in this outfit!" Sakuno screamed.
"Aahh come on! You promised!" Tomoka squealed as she dragged Sakuno with force.
"Hahahhaa, c'mon Ryuzaki-san! You already done this before right?"
"But, this outfit is different. This is..." Sakuno trailed off as she looked down, horrified to her outfit-a kind where all maniacs would put their life on-
Their old cheerleader uniforms had threwn away. Miyuki said they were oldfashioned. So, she offered herself to design new uniform. She decided to make the same uniform of cheerleader like in her old highschool in New York.
All three of them became too obvious now as bright red with white lining garments covered their slim body.
"Aahh! Don't forget your pom-pom!" Screamed hoarsh-voiced guy. They all looked back, finding the brown-haired guy running to them, bringing along 3 pairs of colorful pom-pom.
"Ahahahha! Arigatou, Horio-kun," said Miyuki, accepted all the pom-poms with wide smile.
"Okaaay! Ikou yo, Sakuno!" As Tomoka and Miyuki continued dragging the brunette to the tennis courts.
"What are guys fussing about?" Asked the confused spiky-haired boy. He browsed around, searching where the commotion heard.
Then, he found three girls -wearing bright red cheerleader uniform- were approaching tennis courts.
Most of the members were sweatdropping at that time, but seconds later the expression had changed to wide big grins, as they spotted the familiar girls.
"Uwooooooooooow~" Momo exclaimed with jolt of happiness, then he chimed-sending flirty whistle to the girls.
"New uniforms eh? Wow, Sato-san is joining the team too?" The spiky-haired boy asked out loud.
"Un, isn't the uniform looking good?" The american girl asked hapilly, swinging her body left to right, made the skirt swung side to side, shown her creamy skinned thighs.
"Um, Sato-san..." The brunette called to her, wishing her senpai would stop whatever she doing that time - as she looked to all hormone-teenage boys were admiring her senpai with blush on their face. Ah! God knows what they're thinking!
"What are guys fussing about?" As a monotonic voice came, turning all dirty imaginations of the teenage boys back to reality.
Inui fixed his glasses with his fingers, browsed around, then stopped as he spotted three girls with bright red cheerleaders uniforms. He scanned the girl from head to toe, then as if lightning struck him, he backed off subconciously. He didn't realize as he spoke his next words almost yelling, "not...again!"
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