A/N- I was wondering if I should change the title of the story to something else…since, yeah, the first few chapters WERE winter-y…but now it isn't anymore…and the summary isn't very…I dunno, correct..accurate... What do you think? PM me or leave comments!
Oh, yeah—I just realized that maybe, since I update so slowly, you guys might've forgotten the rest of the story, which has happened to me before…so I thought, Hey, why not make a short summary so that they won't have to reread the whole thing? So, that's what I'm doing. Here goes—Concours participants go to ski lodge for winter break, Hino and Len share a few moments, they kiss, stupid Len rejects her, they get into a fight in a blizzard, Hihara asks her out, she accepts, Yunoki convinces Tsuchiura to sabotage the date, Tsuchiura convinces Tsukimori to join in, and this chap is about their mission, part one. ^^ Happy reading!
"Come on, Hihara-kun, let's go to the Ferris Wheel!" Hino said excitedly.
"Eehh, Kaho-chan, can't we go on the roller coaster?" begged Hihara.
The couple was standing by a bench near the carousel, which they had just gotten off. The two had spent a few minutes reviewing the pictures they had taken of each other on Kaho's digital camera laughing at each other's silliness. Now, they were talking about what ride to go on next.
A few feet away from them stood Tsuchiura and Tsukimori, buying iced teas. As they waited for their change, Tsukimori asked, "Are you sure we should be standing so near to them? They might see us."
The green-haired boy snorted. "Relax. Those two are so dense and scatterbrained, they won't notice a hornet if it were hovering in front of them. You're too cautious, you know. Have fun a bit more often."
"You sound like my mother." They got their change from the stall vendor in time to hear Hihara say, "Okay, but when the line at the roller coaster gets shorter, that's where we're going."
Ferris Wheel, it is.
The two boys got into the car right before Hino's without being discovered, since the two were so busy taking more pictures, and as they sat back to relax, Tsuchiura caught a glimpse of Hihara's arm draped over the girl's shoulder. Catching Tsukimori's eye, he said, "Okay. Time to commence Operation: Destroy Hino's And Hihara's Date So That Tsukimori Can Date Her."
The blue-haired boy looked at him with half closed eyes that were oozing with contempt. "What do you think you are, a spy? And stop calling it such a ridiculous name. You sound like a five-year-old."
Tsuchiura chose to ignore his comments, although the throbbing vein in his temple was bulging more and more. For Hino. For Hino. For Hino. This uptight, cold, idiotic, strange, spoiled, crazy, proud violinist—for Hino. Finishing the last of his drink, the pianist set the plastic cup on the floor and took out the straw. Tearing up a small bit of tissue, he crumpled it into a small ball…and spit on it. He looked over at Tsukimori and saw an expression of disgust on his face. "What are you doing?"
Tsuchiura's eyebrows furrowed as though it were unnatural for Tsukimori to ask. "Making spitballs. Nothing more unromantic than a wad of spit on your skin, right?"
Spitballs? The violinist blinked. He hadn't actually known what to expect when Tsuchiura invited him to the carnival, but…spit? It seemed so…juvenile. His thoughts must have been reflected clearly on his face, since Tsuchiura said, "Childish, I know, but effective."
Minutes later, he found himself making little wads of spitballs too, and was surprised to find himself enjoying it. A small smile appeared on his face, wondering if this was the childhood he had missed out on so many years ago. Maybe his mother was right.
"Okay, you know what to do with them, right?" Tsuchiura's questioning voice cut short his reverie. Looking up, the violinist realized he didn't actually know what to do with the little wads of tissue. He wasn't going to admit it, though.
"Of course I do."
"Go ahead, then," Tsuchiura gestured to the open space in between the panels of Plexiglas.
Tsukimori, trying to maintain his cocky expression, took a small pellet and rolled it in his fingers. He squinted, whispered a silent prayer to the gods, and threw the spitball. His aim was horrible. The small wad, instead of landing on Hihara as he'd hoped, strayed three feet below…and hit the lower side of the bright yellow compartment. He winced inwardly and turned back to face Tsuchiura with a nonchalant expression. He hoped that by looking like he normally did, the pianist would just leave it alone. No such luck. It just wasn't his day today.
The pianist looked at him with barely suppressed scorn and amusement. He tried to hold back his laughter, but with barely suppressed glee, he started hooting.
"Bwahahahaha!!"
Tsukimori, of course, was very pissed. "Would you shut up, they might hear us!!"
"Bwahahaha!!"
The violinist turned around to see if they had been discovered, but, just as Tsuchiura had said, the two remained oblivious. Hihara's arm was still around Hino's shoulders.
Get the hell away from her! She's mine! He didn't say this out loud, of course. That would be stupid. He didn't actually believe it wholly himself. Music was important to him, and it remained so, just as he had told Hino that night at the lodge. Strangely, though, that voice which constantly reminded him of this fact had not spoken the whole day, when, he knew, he should've been practicing. Looking back at Tsuchiura to see if he'd calmed down; Tsukimori wondered why the pianist wanted to help him.
"Ne, Tsuchiura," he said.
"Heheh…sigh…that was priceless…should've caught it on video…heh…"
Ugh. "Tsuchiura," he said a bit louder.
"Huh? What?"
Why…why do you want to help me? Don't you…don't you like her, too? "It's your turn to…uh, throw the spitball."
"Oh, okay," the pianist chuckled. He crossed over to Tsukimori's seat and, taking a spitball, pushed it into the plastic straw. Catching Tsukimori's eye, he smirked. "You didn't actually know how to use spitballs, do you?"
The violinist could do nothing but huff and look away. So THAT'S how it's done…
Tsuchiura squinted, leaned forward…and huffed on the straw. Tsukimori watched as a small white ball flew out the open end of the straw…and landed on Hino's neck. Quickly, the pianist ducked low, pulling Tsukimori's collar with him. Tsukimori's Italian cotton collar. Tailor-made Italian collar. He didn't mind, though, this time. The two boys peered out from the edge of the plastic bench to see Hino turn quickly, grimacing as she recovered the damp ball from the back of her neck. They were too far away to hear what she was saying, but it didn't take a genius to see that she wasn't happy. Heck, who would be happy with spit on their skin? Hihara looked around to see where it came from, but he didn't even think to take another glance at the seemingly vacant car just above them. Dismissing it, the couple turned back to enjoy the view below them.
No matter, Tsukimori thought deviously. There's plenty more where that came from. Immersed in his task, the boy actually forgot about his precious practice time.
For the rest of the Ferris Wheel ride, Hihara and Hino continued to be bombarded with small, slimy balls of tissue. They moved to the bench opposite them, making it hard for the two spies/saboteurs to continue launching spitballs, but it didn't matter. By the 8th ball of saliva, any atmosphere of romance was eradicated by the continuing assault of spit. The couple was more desperate to get off the ride than anything. Tsuchiura, forgetting his antagonism, smiled devilishly at his companion and joked, "Are we good, or are we good??"
Tsukimori allowed himself a small smile and said, "We're good."
Well, how was it? I wanted the two Tsus to be friends...maybe frenemies is more accurate, so that's what I did. Any comments or suggestions to make it funnier and/or better? Leave reviews or PM me if you want! Expect haunted houses, anger, and more sabotage in the next chappies!
oh, yeah...gizelle-chan made me realize that when tsuchiura said "are we good, or are we good" pinoys out there might remember a certain condom ad...but seriously, I SWEAR that when i wrote it, i was not implying gay love or anything...but now that I think about it, hey, that's hilarious! :))