Not sure what to do anymore. I can type with my eyes closed anyway, so forgive the poor owl's groggy stupidity.
Thanks much, Jer-bear. You're undyingly supportive. :'3
Happy New Year!
7: The Second First Date
She wasn't a coward; he just didn't notice.
"What makes you think I'm suited for him?" She had asked Sokudone when the latter had called her up."He's too rich, too classy— too out of my league!" Claire continued. If this was some joke Sokudone was as screwed as any idiot who dared mess with her. The blackette on the other end sighed knowingly. "That's why you're the right one."
"W-what?"
"I know Koujirou," The violet-eyed teen explained, "And he's too up in Cloud 9 to notice anyone—"
Claire snorted. Then how come Sokudone always grabbed his attention in one snap?
"But here you are with your crazy short fuse and constant yapping about Father's nonexistent evilness. Koujirou would never dare ignore you. He has to pay attention to you, correct your wrong facts about Father and hush you up when you babble too much. Then in turn it's your noisy personality that reminds him of his place; that he doesn't belong up there," Sokudone had explained; she ignored Claire's heating up face.
"He belongs down here, with you."
Claire grimaced. That wasn't exactly a very helpful memory, albeit her red face could definitely say otherwise. Plus the fact that Sokudone had not mentioned anything to the goalkeeper about Claire being his blind date— well of course it was a blind date so he wasn't really supposed to know…and they did end up hanging in the library…
"OH MY KAMISAMA HOW DOES SHE DO THAT?"
Sokudone sneezed. "Tissue, Kageyama-san?" A crimson-haired Kurokawa offered inside the former's private office. Kurokawa Maki was the Student Council president while Sokudone fought her way to becoming the school's president; Natsumi was both, with her father still dominantly the school president. "No thanks,"
"Sure? If you can't work I'm not going to fill in for you."
Sokudone let out a raspberry sound. "Fine."
Just as soon as Sokudone reached for the Kleenex, the double doors slammed with inhuman force. "How did you—?"
"Nice of you to drop by, Claire-sama," Sokudone sarcastically sniffed on her tissue as Kurokawa offered Claire a seat. "Anything I can help you with?"
"T-that t-t-thing," Claire stammered, her face red and breath uncontrolled. Just what kind of magic did Sokudone have on her? She left them at the right conditions: Claire was the blind date and she did have a blind date with Genda-san, so why did she feel like she had to do it again? Why did she have this feeling that she had to go on another date with Genda-san again? "The magic of a matchmaker," Sokudone mused with a smug expression and her chin on her interlaced fingers. She had either read Claire's dumbfounded mind or Claire had blurted out what she was thinking. "He's at the field, naturally."
The white-haired Fubuki didn't know why, but she ran out to meet the goalkeeper.
"Genda-san!" She shouted by the entrance; seriously, this stadium was too big to be indoors! That Kageyama Reiji sure had a great deal of cash in his hands. "Claire-san?" The messy-haired brunette caught a shot ball without glancing at the machine. He walked over to the machine and switched it off. "What do you need?"
"Uh…um, well," Claire stammered, at a loss for words. Kami, how desperate did she unintentionally sound? "About that blind date of yours…" Claire stiffened. 'Okay, you retard, you are not a sociable Fubuki if you don't stop stammering. Freaking idiot. Idiot. I-d-i-o-t.' The guitarist took a few breaths before finally making eye contact with the sweaty goalkeeper, who was apparently right in front of her already. "…That was me."
Genda snorted. "I know."
"You jerk! And here I was flustered about how to explain to you that I didn't stand you up but rather it was at a short notice when Sokudone had called me up like some cabaret girl!" The gray-eyed Fubuki was downright outraged. Genda meanwhile could not stop laughing inside the changing room while his sole companion continued to rant. "And don't laugh like a nicotine-overdosed hyena, you prissy brat!"
"Ow," Was the reply of Genda.
Claire kicked the door with brute force. "Aho!"
"Okay, I'd really like it if you didn't whine more than a baby seal on her period, Claire-san," Genda had a mildly annoyed expression on his face as he slid the door open. Claire wasn't going to let him off easily. "And I'd pretty much like it if you didn't make a fool out of me either, Genda-san,"
"How could I not? You were pretty cute struggling there."
"Oh, ha-ha, how flattering of you, Mr. I-Got-Stood-Up."
"You really sound like a peasant, you know?" Genda retorted, his angry veins multiplying like chickenpox.
"Just so you know, it takes one to know one."
Why did she even think about going on another date with this high-and-mighty dweeb?
In the end she did anyway. Only because he had insisted.
"The Inabikari training center?" Claire demanded in disbelief; she had thought that the shopping for new keeper uniforms was the date itself, but they were going to train? "Are you even allowed here, outsider?" She grinned triumphantly at Genda's grumpy expression. "Okay, then we train back at Teikoku, which, mind you, takes a car half an hour to get there," He countered this time. Claire huffed. "Why not do it by the riverbank then? Why do you always prefer fancy things anyway?"
Genda blinked blankly at his companion. She had hit the nail on the head.
"See that? And it only took me less than a week to find my best friend's date!" Sokudone squealed on her walk home with Gale and Kazemaru on the bridge, where they had a perfect view of two keepers on their date. It was Monday, and so Sherry's was closed (A/N: I know, I'm so weird.), much to the blackette's dismay. "Unfair, you didn't tell me your plan ahead of time!" Kazemaru argued back with Gale squished between the two cousins. "Oh, please, I did tell you my plan—"
"The one where you decided to give up on your life and finally offer Wiruyam-kun to Buddha?"
Sokudone reddened up to her ears. "Spur of the moment rant; besides, you were making this hard enough for me already, only giving me a month to find each guy a date, and I had two guys left to fill in my list, and Natsumi made it worse by inviting the FFI teams to the prom!"
"Uh," Gale bit her lip, unsure whether to interrupt the bicker. "I don't follow your argument."
"He's just being an idiot for not accepting the fact that I do have the magic in me," Sokudone crossed her arms and walked a bit faster. Her two companions picked up the pace. "Being an idiot— you listen here, Lady Blames-a-Lot, I'm just saying how it was so unfair of you to change plans and not even tell me anything about it beforehand," The tealnet had his arms crossed too.
"Hey, Olsen twins!" Gale snapped her fingers. "I. Don't. Get it."
A momentary truce and secretive eye-conversation between the identical cousins gave Gale a reason to give up on prying. "You're not supposed to."
"Thanks for being our shooter, Kat-Tsu," Claire managed to say as she laid herself on the grass. Realizing they were both goalkeepers and they equally had too much pride to be any other position, the guitarist Fubuki had decided to call up her cousin who had lived nearby. "No problem-o, cousin," Tsubaki Katsumi smiled helpfully as her bunny-ear-jacket flapped against her. Genda came stumbling right after. "'S he your boyfriend, cuz?" The innocent twelve-year-old asked her exhausted cousin with a hand covering one side of her mouth.
Genda automatically turned his head towards the two girls. "Heck no!"
As Claire was about to respond with a snappy comeback, Genda continued. "All Fubukis have white or close-to-white-ish hair?" He asked as he examined Tsubaki's waist length silver twintails. "I guess," Tsubaki responded, her frame barely breaking a sweat; it was fun practicing her Astral Drop numerous times on the two keepers. It helped her develop outside her Defender comfort zone. "Ugh, you suck," Claire managed a glare at an unsuspecting Genda.
'How could he not have heard that annoyingly loud question my twelve-year-old human bunny of a cousin just asked?'
Boy, was she wrong as soon as Katsumi had left to 'treat herself to some pocky at Yushi-san's shop downtown' (A/N: Sun VS Sword reference! :'3).
"So what's your answer?" Genda had asked as he walked Claire home. He was a gentleman, he reasoned to her. "To what?" Claire asked without much thought. "If I was your boyfriend, cuz," He mimicked their companion. Claire smacked his shoulder in an attempt to regain her dignity. "Not after just two dates, aho."
Genda took this as a hint and grinned.
Finished! New Year's gift! :D
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