Sweet-Heart
Disclamer: I don't own Ojamajo Doremi! Just like you don't! Amazing ain't it...?
K'nicks & K'nooks: Okay, this fanfic is from some fan art I saw by Nuo from Enshoku Aiji, a Hazuki Fujiwara shrine! I thought it was really cute and I'm sending it to her asap! Enjoy!
15-year-old Hazuki Fujiwara wearily walked down the hall of her inner-Tokyo high school (so sue me, I don't know the name).
'I-am-so-tired...' she thought, ready to lean up against the nearest wall and fall asleep.
'I'm never having an all night cram session, ever again.'
She yawned and strode on. Her thoughts turned to the Japanese history she'd been up all night memorizing dates for. She shuddered and continued on.
After walking for what felt like a year, Hazuki reached her locker and slowly -- and relucently -- opened it up. After exchanging her books for the ones she needed she turned around to come face-to-face with her friend Doremi Harukaze.
"Wassup, Hazuki-chan!" Doremi giggled.
"Sleep-wise, not me." Hazuki mummbled and pushed pasted Doremi to her homeroom.
'Geez,' Doremi thought as she watched Hazuki trudge into her class, 'she needs and earlier bedtime.'
Hazuki dropped into the nearest seat avalible in the room and put her head down on the desk.
"Having a nice nap, Hazuki-chan?"
Hazuki's head snapped up. Oh-My-God. It wasn't Yada, was it?
"Oh, um, hi Yada-kun." she smiled sheepishly.
He smirked at her, "You look tired."
"Mmmm..." she nodded, "..very good. You want a cook?"
"If you have one, sure."
"I'm sorry, I don't."
"Rats."
"Life ain't easy, Yada-kun. And when it is take much advantage of it." Hazuki replied.
Yada slid into a desk next to Hazuki's.
"Okay, I will." her reacjed over and took her hand.
She blushed slightly as she looked at him.
"Hazuki Fujiwara, may have the honor of escorting you to the Sweet Heart dance this Friday night?"
Her eyes got wide and looked into his eyes, "Really?"
"You bet."
"Um..." she paused watching his facial expression.
"Hazuki-chan if you don't want to..."
"I-i'd love to."
He smiled and kissed her hand teasingly, "Thanks, Hazuki-chan."
Hazuki blushed as she watched Yada turn back to his seat as the sensai started taking roll.
end
lol.. did you like it? Want me to finish it? I dunno. Tell me!
Disclamer: I don't own Ojamajo Doremi! Just like you don't! Amazing ain't it...?
K'nicks & K'nooks: Okay, this fanfic is from some fan art I saw by Nuo from Enshoku Aiji, a Hazuki Fujiwara shrine! I thought it was really cute and I'm sending it to her asap! Enjoy!
15-year-old Hazuki Fujiwara wearily walked down the hall of her inner-Tokyo high school (so sue me, I don't know the name).
'I-am-so-tired...' she thought, ready to lean up against the nearest wall and fall asleep.
'I'm never having an all night cram session, ever again.'
She yawned and strode on. Her thoughts turned to the Japanese history she'd been up all night memorizing dates for. She shuddered and continued on.
After walking for what felt like a year, Hazuki reached her locker and slowly -- and relucently -- opened it up. After exchanging her books for the ones she needed she turned around to come face-to-face with her friend Doremi Harukaze.
"Wassup, Hazuki-chan!" Doremi giggled.
"Sleep-wise, not me." Hazuki mummbled and pushed pasted Doremi to her homeroom.
'Geez,' Doremi thought as she watched Hazuki trudge into her class, 'she needs and earlier bedtime.'
Hazuki dropped into the nearest seat avalible in the room and put her head down on the desk.
"Having a nice nap, Hazuki-chan?"
Hazuki's head snapped up. Oh-My-God. It wasn't Yada, was it?
"Oh, um, hi Yada-kun." she smiled sheepishly.
He smirked at her, "You look tired."
"Mmmm..." she nodded, "..very good. You want a cook?"
"If you have one, sure."
"I'm sorry, I don't."
"Rats."
"Life ain't easy, Yada-kun. And when it is take much advantage of it." Hazuki replied.
Yada slid into a desk next to Hazuki's.
"Okay, I will." her reacjed over and took her hand.
She blushed slightly as she looked at him.
"Hazuki Fujiwara, may have the honor of escorting you to the Sweet Heart dance this Friday night?"
Her eyes got wide and looked into his eyes, "Really?"
"You bet."
"Um..." she paused watching his facial expression.
"Hazuki-chan if you don't want to..."
"I-i'd love to."
He smiled and kissed her hand teasingly, "Thanks, Hazuki-chan."
Hazuki blushed as she watched Yada turn back to his seat as the sensai started taking roll.
end
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