Sunday, lovely sunday
Sunday, lovely Sunday

            By Pat-chan

Chapter 1-Tickets

"It's your turn now."

She turned long the handle absent-mindedly and drawled a yellow marble.

"Congratulation!"  Smiled the maid "You win the 6°prize of Sunshine's lottery: two Fairy Park's free tickets."

"It's no right! For us only minor prizes 'n' for sempai Houoji…"

Cried the youngest of the group shaking a pack of Scottex.

"It's not her fault, she's lucky. Very lucky."

"C'mon sempai, with whom you'll came at the Fairy Park?"

Another girl asked curiously laying a hand on her shoulder and shaking it.

Fuu putted the tickets into her schoolbag, a bit embarrassed: among her and her computer club's mates were not a bad relationship, it was only… there's not the same feeling with them that 't was with Hikaru and Umi, too why she could talk about some things only with her best friends, things about them three –things nobody could understand.

"I've no idea," she said truly "if I'd have another I could go with Hikaru-san and Umi-san or I could give them… no, I've no idea."

She'd wanted go shopping with her two friends but Umi had a fencing match that afternoon 'n' Hikaru wasn't went to school in the morning: after 13 years Mr. Shidou was back home and his children had organized a welcome-home party. The variation in her daily routine was got by materials' shortage –paper and ink- showed into the club.

Fuu eared the three girls' chat distractedly, her mind to elsewhere –to else body-, she thought at her homework which were waiting her at home, at the Monday's test, at the college's exams, at the Medical faculty which was waiting her after the High School, at her friends, at Sephiro, at him…

"And then what did you do Non? What did you say?"

Those words made her back in the real world.

"What did I? I said no: I love Tsutomu very much, very very much, but I have NO INTENTION to do "that thing" now. At fist he was a bit frustrated, I must admit it, but he hugged me closely 'n' he said me: "Don't worry No-chan, you take all the time you need, I can wait." And then…"

"Sshh!"

The third girl silenced her.

"What's wrong Mei?"

"Maybe you forget here's somebody whom NEVER had a boyfriend Non."

Mei whispered indicating with her head Fuu.

"Really! How could you be so baka?! To talk about Tsutomu near the sempai, you won't she thinks you're a easy-girl!!"

The other continued with a low voice.

"Aruko, it's a mistake or was you who asked me to tell what I did yesterday evening?"

She defended herself quickly.

Fuu laughed a bit seeing the little gag: three high school students mad with themselves while they back home and, after they've make peace, they return to chat with low voice about the same subject which have drive them angry. Happily, they whispered about their beloveds, she could listen sometime their pitiful comments on her lonely condition and on others schoolmates' supposed experiences, in the same moment they passed near some ochre buildings which she watched smiling: in the last weeks she and her two friends had studied in a those buildings' flat, in his flat.

That view, that dialogue took her an idea.

"I've remembered I must buy some things, I believe you could go to the technicist without me: tomorrow the scanner shall be at school or we cannot finish the scholastic festival's pamphlets."

She said goodbye running away. Now Fuu Houoji knew who'd come with her at the Fairy Park.

"What's happen? In that side were only some food-shops."

"She must buys something for the dinner: sensei Houoji is came to a refresher course, a five-day-full-immersion-in-English-literature, and her father too is gone for a meeting."

"Mmhh… are you sure? She could…has a date with a guy."

Aruko ventured.

"C'mon be realist Aruko: who could like a fellow as the sempai. I'm agreed with you if we are talking on her two friends: sempai Shidou is so cheerily and sempai Ryuzaki is one of the most beautiful and popular girls in our school, she looks an actress."

"Right! The only things that a boy could ask her are the tests' results: who could thinks she's pretty, even if in the least? Apart from her intelligence she has nothing of interesting."

"Ehi, girls," Mei said changing the subject "you know the strange-but-so-cool waiter who work at the 'Douglas''? Well, the other day I've talked with him!"

"It's the guy you like so much, it's true Mei-chan? I know him by sight: he has a beaving so… you say… regal that sometime I want Hiro takes him as example."

"Then what he told you?! What he told you?! What he told you?!" 

Non cried out exited 'n' Mei answered faltering:

"He already has a girlfriend… but this don't mean they'll stay together forever: I hope so."

"Ugh, how we are optimists! What's his name? I don't remember."

Among equal balconies his one recognized at once, in a sea of ochre were a green 'n' white island: the lilies white as snow which he lovingly took care on his balcony. Into the elevator Fuu tried and tried again the words she must told him, her tongue won't move: 't was the first time she went at his house alone and this embarrassed her not a few. Now she knew how to move in that corridor: 541b… 543b… 545b… 547b, she was arrived.

She ringed the doorbell and waited, nobody answered; she insisted without result; she knocked, nothing. She got one's breath – she took courage- 'n' took from her schoolbag a key with a ribbon of green satin tied on –his S. Valentine's gift- and opened the door: Fuu boldly went into and looked around searching him.

She called him.

To utter his name gave her a very big emotion.

Who is the mysterious master of the house momentary-not-at-home and Fuu's assumed-boyfriend-and-for-this-reason-too-Ferio's-supposed-rival-in-love? Well, gimme the time for write – and translate- chapter 2… suspense suspense… tee hee…

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Ok, this is the FIRST chapter of my FIRST fan fiction, so I'll glad to receive your opinions about it – I like it; I don't like it; your sentences are very puzzling; et cetera res – so I can improve my writings' quality. I know what you are thinking now, maybe: I know, my English is a VERY-FEARFUL-THING ;_; , but I translated it from Italian to English and my dictionary is about 12-years-old (mamma why u doesn't buy one a little bit more recent! GRRR!!), So apology me.

If you want contact me send me an email at: patpatruno@libero.it

Any kind of criticism will be agreed, exception for death's threats ^_^ .

                     PAT-CHAN