Greetings people! Okay, I spent a bit of time daydreaming about this fic so the chapters will probably come pretty quick. Enjoy! Oh, and you'll see the results of their prank and the boy's team will make their appearance in the next chapter!
Chapter 7: The history of 'Yuki-chan'
We were discussing the details of the prank when it started. Eva's grandmother (who we all called Obaasan) gently tapped Yuki-chan on the shoulder. She looked somber and motioned for Yuki to follow her outside. I had received my orders (disclosed) and had time to be curious as to where she was going. I left for the 'little girls' room' and when I got there I stood on the toilet seat to look out the small, high placed window.
Okay, so it was spying. It was bad to spy but I was thankful that my curiosity had overwhelmed me because what I saw made my heart skip a beat.
Obaasan stood back about 10 meters and looked on the argument with a calm silence. Yuki was facing 2 people that looked a bit like her-- I assumed they were her parents. The man had a hold of her wrist and was attempting to pull her toward a car but she had stubbornly dug her heels into the dirt. She was shouting something but I couldn't hear it.
I figure I got many confused looks as I bolted through the lobby but they must have gone back to their planning because nobody followed me. I busted through the door and sprinted toward Yuki but a hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me. It was Obaasan.
She shook her head at me. I stopped pulling. So I couldn't help her physically and she probably wouldn't want my help verbally either. I'd have to settle for moral support. "Yuki-chan!"
What happened next was quite strange. Everybody froze. I blinked in confusion while Yuki's parents looked back and forth between me and their daughter. "I love soccer," Yuki whispered, "and I love my team." Silent understanding seemed to pass between the 3 and I was still standing in the background, thoroughly confused. Then, Yuki's mother walked up to me and gave me a hug. I patted her uncertainly on the back. When she returned to her husband's side she gently convinced the man to let Yuki go and they both left without a word.
I couldn't help it. When Yuki came and smiled at me I gave the most intelligent reply I could summon. "Huh?" 4.0 material there.
A few minutes later we could be found in Yuki's room, both sitting cross-legged on her bed.
"Okay," I said, getting right down to business. "What happened out there? Your parents just... left. Without a word! And why did your mom hug me?" I demanded. This didn't make sense in my head.
She smiled, but it was a sad smile. "You called me Yuki-chan." She said that like it explained everything.
I crossed my arms. "You have to stop being so vague with me. The dots don't connect... or at least they don't make a picture. Explain yourself!" I ordered mockingly.
It drew a quiet laugh from her. "It started when I was 5. I had a friend. She was the only one that ever called me Yuki-chan. Ever. Anyways, we were walking to school one day when a car came around the corner. It was swerving all over the street, the driver was drunk. It came up onto the sidewalk, crashed through a mailbox and hit Ame." Yuki stretched out and lay down with her hands behind her head. Every now and then she would wipe away a silent tear.
I stretched out next to her and she made room for me to copy her position on the small bed.
"Ame died in the hospital the next day." I gave her a sympathetic look and finally began to understand why the name 'Yuki-chan' was so special. "I cried for days and refused to go to school. I focused all of my efforts on soccer. Since then, I haven't let anyone call me that. No one but you."
She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. She still had tears on her face but she was smiling through them. I silently handed her a tissue and she wiped them away.
"You remind me of her. That's why I let you—no--told you to call me that. I feel like I've met her all over again." She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes, smiling at something I couldn't see. I let her stay that way and just lay next to her until I heard a knock on the door. My eyes snapped open. The team! We probably worried them, what with the way we were acting. Yuki hadn't moved and I assumed she had fallen asleep.
I stood silently and answered the door. Miyuki was standing there timidly with a worried look on her face. "Hey Miyuki," I whispered, not wanting to wake up Yuki.
"Is everything okay?" she asked hesitantly. "Kojima-chan has been acting weird all day and you guys just sort of went off on your own..."
"It's alright, we have everything sorted out now," I assured her.
"Oh. Well, Eva-san said we're supposed to go get some things for the prank." She held up a list and the combined allowances of the team as evidence. I smiled and took a look at the list. I wanted to smirk evilly but contained it for Miyuki-chan's sake.
"Let's go then! I never did like shopping, but I'll make an exception this time."
I couldn't help but stay crouched down, adrenaline running hard through me and excited on the verge of being giddy. It would be so very easy for us to get caught. Everyone wore masks and gloves and we had taken extra precautions against later accusations but it would only take one person looking out the window to ruin it all. Even though we would probably get caught anyways it was always fun to pretend.
Anyways, Eva-chan was right in front of me, picking the lock on the side door of the school. The front door was better secured and would make it easier to be seen. She was also naming off the things we would need in a hushed voice and I would respond after confirming our inventory.
"Spray paint?"
"Check."
"Duct tape?"
"Check."
"Super glue?"
"Heh, check."
Finally, a satisfying 'click' sounded, making a few of us very tense girls jump sky high. I heard others smothering a laugh but didn't care. Eva opened the door and led the way in, covering up the single security camera that guarded it. The rest of us split up and fanned out across the school to wreck anonymous havoc.
It's a short chapter I know. I'm sorry! I'll work on the next one soon, I promise.
