Chapter 4
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Miaka and Kishuku had just arrived at the cafeteria when
they heard a voice shout "Miaka" over the din of the crowd. Miaka looked for the source and saw Yui
pushing her way towards them.
"Well,"
Kishuku reflected, "it seems we have found your guide. Have a good lunch Miaka, and try not to
trample anyone in your quest to stuff your stomach." Miaka scowled up at him, but Kishuku just
gave her one of his wide grins.
"Ja ne."
"Ja
Kishuku-kun," Miaka waved cheerfully.
Kishuku raised an eyebrow at the suffix but just smiled and walked away.
"There
you are," Yui exclaimed finally reaching Miaka, "I'm glad you were
able to find the cafeteria. Who were
you just with?"
"Sou
Kishuku. He led me to the
cafeteria. Gomen nasai for losing you
like that, I was just so excited about food!" Miaka smiled.
"Don't
worry about it. Sou Kishuku? The captain of the karate club? That is who led you to the cafeteria?"
Yui asked amazed.
"Hai,"
Miaka smiled, "Now let's eat!"
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Miaka stood in line for dessert. She had eaten her meal in about five minutes flat-much to the amazement
to Yui-and was still hungry. Looking at
the selection, Miaka found a chocolate pudding hidden in the rows of
vanilla. Reaching for the dish, she was
beat by another hand. Annoyed, she
turned around and glared at the boy behind her.
"Excuse
me," she said-in her opinion-kindly, "but I was about to take
that."
"I
know," the orange-haired boy smiled to show fangs, "that's why I took
it first." Miaka scowled, she
would teach this boy you don't mess around with Yuuki Miaka when food was
involved. She grabbed one side of the
bowl and started to pull, while the boy grabbed the other side. Locked in this strange tug-of-war, Miaka
could only think of what a jerk he was.
"Don't
you know you're suppose to let the girl go first," Miaka frowned; the boy
was much stronger than her.
"You're
no girl, you're a pig. How much food do
ya need to eat anyways? I got it first,
it's mine." Miaka let go, her
mouth was agape. The nerve⦠With a
battle cry, she launched herself at this orange-haired jerk and crashed into
his stomach, tackling him to the floor.
The pudding flew out of the boy's hands and splattered all over the tiles.
The boy's
eyes were open in shock, "Oi, get off of me you crazy @!&$#!"
"Oi,"
a familiar voice joined the fray, "Don't you know you're not suppose to
cuss at girls?" Miaka slid off of
the boy as he was bodily lifted up to his feet.
"This
ain't your business Kishuku," the boy growled.
"It is
when you start cussing girls Shunu," Kishuku shot back.
"She
attacked me!"
"Oh,
so you got attacked and beat by a girl so you cussed her out. You are such a man."
"Wanna
take this out side?"
"It'd
be my pleasure." A wail broke both
boys out of their argument as Miaka sat on the floor and cried.
The
orange-haired boy, Shunu, seemed as comfortable with tears as Kishuku. "Oi, oi. Stop crying." But
Miaka didn't stop crying and Shunu winced, what did she what?
Kishuku
bent down to try his luck, "Miaka, oi Miaka. What's wrong?"
Miaka pointed
at the brown mess on the tiles in front of her, "The pudding's
ruined!" Both boys face-vaulted
simultaneously.