hello world how are you?
You know I've always wanted to be in a romantic gender bender comedy.
Wait no. It only works when I'm not the one cross dressing. And where is the romance?(not here)
Jiki was mumbling to herself(see last two sentences). In fact it was good that she was mumbling at a level only dogs could hear otherwise people would think she was beyond bonkers. Way beyond bonkers.
Anyway Jiki had spent the last half hour sneaking out of the girl's bathroom and patrolling the hallways trying to find where the other booths were. Finally she had come across a festival map lying on the ground.
Crying tears of joy she picked it up and opened it to find the booth list scribbled over. Only one thing was discernable and that was the Tennis Teahouse.
Irony plays a big part in Jiki's life, no?
'Uh, excuse me. Do you have a festival map?'
Jiki had by chance found the School Council's booth. Actually not by chance, it was located at the front of the school and was also the information booth/lost and found/auction/raffle headquarters. In reality Jiki had just gotten lost in her own school and had followed the question mark signs(how sad).
Three hungry students looked up, eager to help one of the few people to visit their booth. The student council was technically the governing force of the Rikkaidai student body but Yanagi could be quite the Shadow King and most of the power had been sapped by the Sports Department a.k.a. the tennis team. The members itself were somewhat dedicated to their jobs but they were people uninterested in other clubs or complete and utter twats.
Twat meaning they thought they had absolute power and were a prat about it.(think President of Furuba)
Needless to say they weren't very popular.
'So uh do you have a map?'
There was a sudden rush as everyone tried to get to a map before anyone else and help this fine young man. The pretty secretary got it first and handed it to Jiki blushing. She had been sure to memorize every face of the student body but this one was different yet familiar. Anyway he's cute.
Jiki nervously took it.
A small smile from the mysterious kimono clad lad and he was off running leaving the girls smiling and giggling.
Please do tell me I don't look better as a boy than a girl because frankly a little part of me would die inside.
'Wait left turn here then another left then left? Wouldn't that end up in the same place?'
'There was a 97% chance you would talk aloud.'
'AH! Yanagi-san when did you get here?'
Yanagi raised an eyebrow, he knew Sanada was strict on work ethic but having Jiki check up on everyone, especially dressed as a boy? There was less of 20% chance of that happening. 98% if it were Yukimura or Niou but Niou's data always did come out funny. He was an anomaly. It was quite annoying…
Jiki stared at Yanagi. He hadn't spoken for a few moments which was pretty strange.
Was he drifting off into space? Calculating something? Wondering what's for dinner?
Huh the possibilities were endless but long silent moments weren't Jiki's thing.
'Ummm Yanagi-san, how did you know it was me?'
Yanagi came back from Calculation Land and did the squinty stare.
'It was obvious.'
'Would the others notice?'
He pulled out a small black journal and handed her a sheet of paper. On it were the percentages of all the team members and most of the student body. The title was Jiki's Crossdressing Discovery.
Alrighty that's just a little too specific for my tastes.
'Uh thanks.'
He nodded and kept walking forward, notebook in hand observing the classrooms. Jiki decided to mark him down as working cause its best not to mess with a person that has those types of lists.
Main Gym
'Jeez it seems huge.'
The gym had been set up with x number of stalls and was filled to the brim with y number of people. The effect was a room well past safety capacity with movements compared to rush hour traffic. Students were stopping at booths occasionally buying, ooh-ing and aah-ing over various items, achievements and so on then being crushed by oncoming traffic. To Jiki who had just entered it was like being a little kid at her first festival.
'If I wasn't being forced to do this, I might have fun.'
Bakery Club
This year's theme for the club was Alice in Wonderland. They various flower cookies, Cheshire cat cupcakes and everything was decorated in cards. The stall's walls were each a mosaic all twisting with hearts and clubs and diamonds(what about spades?). Marui had been squeezed into a waistcoat and bunny ears and was sitting at the entrance grumbling.
'They said for an hour…it's been more than an hour…better be good cake….this demeans me as a tensai….'
Jiki had to hide behind a support pillar to prevent her from blowing her cover. Dear god how she wished for a camera. These things happen only once in lifetime. Trying to quickly recover she meandered over. Marui's discovery percent was 19%, one of the lowest. Whether he was an idiot or a person who just didn't care is uncertain.
'Welcome to the Bakery Club's Wonderland.'
Jiki muffled her laughter. Where is that camera?
Marui squinted at the boy. He looked familiar, but hey what's with that hat? Ball caps and kimonos do not mix.
'You from Osaka?'
'Eh? Uh no.'
'What's with the hat?'
'I, uh, like the team?'
Marui scoffed. This guy was weird.
'Whatever are you buying something or not?'
Smack.
The club's president had come to relieve Marui from his duty and had finally figured out why sales on the male side were lacking(bunny ears on idols equals fangirls, bunny ears on guys equals awkward moments).
'Marui! I told you to be nice to people and you get a whole cake. Jeez what am I supposed to do?'
'I'm a genius so you give me a cake.'
Long stare.
Jiki took this time to run; Marui was working as hard as his dignity allowed him to, but not before she noticed a certain someone sleeping inside the stall, an Alice apron tied around him.
Looks like he found his rabbit after all.(don't mock me I wanted a cute line)
Manga Appreciation Club
'Akaya! You just can't read the whole entire time! The idea is to get people interested in us!'
The little seaweed head looked up at another of his senpais, except this one annoyed him. He wasn't good at tennis, he wasn't buchou or fukubuchou or Yanagi or Niou or Yagyuu or even Manager-senpai-chan(notice Marui and Jackal weren't mentioned). He was weak. What right did he have to boss him around? None. Akaya was starting to get really annoyed. The last few shift managers had let him read all he wanted after a few talks but this one was just wasn't leaving.
Glare.
Senpai glare.
Disrespectful kouhai glare.
Weakening senpai glare.
'Excuse me, what type of club is this?'
They both looked up to see a small built boy who was wearing an out of place kimono and a hat firmly pulled down so the face was obscured but from that voice it was definitely a pretty boy.
Akaya's senpai took over, smoothing away any signs of a fighting.
'Well we meet to discuss series and read manga. A few people draw so we always have fun looking over it and help strengthening their talents. Over all it is just a gathering for people who generally enjoy manga. We hope you can join.'
'Cool.'
Akaya squinted.
'Manager-senpai-chan?'
Sweat drop. Did this kid have senpai sonar or something?
'Uh hey Kirihara-san. Sanada-san-fukubuchou asked to me check up on you guys.'
'Oh tell him I'm working hard.'
'Sure.'
Jiki walked away glad the second year didn't ask for any explanation; that alone was worth lying for.
International Culture Club
Sensory overload. That's the only phrase to describe this booth. There were colorful posters and diverse food, traditional clothing and music. Everything was bustling and overflowing but the overall effect was a nice cozy if not cluttered niche. Jiki liked it here. Twisting her way through the maze of racks and people she came to the back. Jackal was in charge of food samples but his presence was a bit well intimidating especially since he was wearing full soccer gear(sorry to Brazilians that don't like soccer)
'Hello what type of pastry is that?'
Jackal looked down at the boy in front of him. The strange outfit seemed to fit in with this swirling place.
'French crème puffs.'
'Can I have one?'
'Sure.'
Biting into the little crème puff Jiki soon found herself covered with sweet sticky filling.(I love creme puffs, the Honors French class serve them at International night....)
'It's best to pop it into your mouth.'
'Thanks for the tip.'
They both nodded and Jiki left, napkin in hand, noting Jackal was doing his job even if he wasn't exactly being the most sociable person.
Public Morals Committee
The public morals committee was putting on a play. It was for some strange reason Cinderella. What that had to do with public morals is beyond me. Heck it shows bad morals, those wicked stepsisters/mother were down right nasty.
But Jiki attended the play scribbling down notes and waiting for Yagyuu to appear. She thought he would be the prince charming but it turned out he was better suited to be the fairy godmother. Or father in this case. They had taken artistic license.
As in Yagyuu was wearing a pale blue suit with wings, wand and lines like 'Through magical means here is your carriage made of pumpkin.'(wha? no bibbidy bopity boop?)
Jiki found it frikin' hilarious and had cheered alongside the fangirls for an encore. Seriously she thought she had it rough.
'Sanada-san-fukubuchou everyone seemed to be working hard, I took notes.'
Sanada looked up at Jiki who was starting to show signs of fatigue from the day's activities.
He frowned, what was with that outfit.
'That's not the kimono I gave you.'
'Eh?'
'The one I gave you was my aunt's old yukata.'
'Huh?'
Wait I wasn't supposed to be a boy?
'Yo Sanada, boy that looks like Jiki.'
Both turned. Niou was eating ice cream probably served by one of the various clubs in order to raise money. He looked slightly amused like a person who had planned something and gotten a different but still funny effect.
Jiki's grip tightened on the notebook and lovely crescent marks were visible wear her fingernails dug in.
'Niou.'
Her tone was deathly.
'Yes my dear?'
'Did you turn me into a crossdresser?'
'Well I just switched Sanada's spare kimono with a girl's so that if I "accidently" spilled on him we'd be in a pinch but apparently the one I switched it with was your spare.'
Niou felt the presence of two intents. One was murderous while the other frustration. Wonder who belonged to which?
Done! After affects may be next chapter but I may just go forward with the planned story....
'kay you guys wanted me to try romance but I need to know who she's ending up with, so go to my profile and do the poll. Sniff they were all in a specific order and the site messed it up...otherwise leave me a review or message if you have further comments/concerns...
I'm sick and you can see my ideas dying at the end so sorry for not updating then giving you this.....
I also have noticed how many small typos there are, sorry about that....also all the swearing...I'm gonna cut down on that.....
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