Disclaimer: I don't own SD, just borrowing their characters. Oh, and in case you're wondering, they belong to Takehiko Inoue ( lucky guy...sniff...what a tensai...)
~Reverse Gears~
A Mitsui fanfic ^^;
Hayane
I never liked Mitsui Hisashi in the first place.
( Hey, I'm not lying! I'm telling the truth! Stop laughing at me!)
No, really. I didn't. Never liked him, despised him, thought of him as scum. A moron. A weirdo. Something that has to be swept off the floor. A permanent resident of the trash bin.
He was always mean to me in the first place. Yeah, so he's one...two years older than me. So? That doesn't make him king of the world.
He always bullied me. Our mothers were best friends ( and still are, but that's not the point.) and when we were kids, they had the bright idea to pair the both of us up. You know, when mothers go, 'Ooh, don't you think our children would look good together?' That sorta thing. I was five. He was seven. We met for the very first time.
And I went home crying, with an ice cream cone stuck down my shirt. I told my older brother ( who was nine at that time) about what happened.
He laughed at me. And so did my other siblings.
Being the youngest in the family is not easy, especially when you're the butt of all jokes. My whole family thought what 'Hisashi' did was cute.
Yeah, sure, cute for them, since they weren't the one with sticky, cold ice cream stuck down their back. If it had happened to them, I'm sure they would have reconsidered their opinion.
It started there. Then the torture continued. Hisashi decided to make me his personal slave. Lucky for him, since I was sent over to his house for five hours in a week. Unlucky for me, since I was younger and wimpier than him.
The list goes on. I was made to call him Hisashi-sama. I had to kiss his feet. I had to polish his school shoes. Whenever he wanted to play basketball, he always made me the basket. If he didn't like his food, I had to eat it. Agony, pain, humiliation. Hmph. It annoys me a lot, just thinking about him.
This went on until I was seven. My father's job had forced him to move all of us to a far away place. Hong Kong.
Thank God! My heart jumped for joy when I heard this. No more Hisashi Mitsui, no more pain, no more torture! No more walls, no more chains...
I wasn't the least bit sad to leave Japan. Well, maybe I was, but it sure wasn't because of that prick, Hisashi. Like he'd care if I left the country. Oh no, no more slave to boss around. No more Hayane.
My mother brought me with her as we went over to the Mitsui's to tell them the bad/good news. Hisashi looked annoyed when he heard that we were leaving the country...and him. Ha. Watching his slightly disappointed face, I felt triumphant. Very triumphant. Got you there, Hisashi.
Before we left Japan, I swore to myself that when I came back, I would have my revenge on him. Yes, revenge. For doing this to me. I would make him regret that he had ever known me, Hayane Kazushino. I would make him regret the day he ever saw my face. In several years' time...In several years' time...
Then it came. Finally. After just about the longest amount of time. When I turned sixteen, my dad came home with an important announcement to make. Well, that's what he said. I didn't really pay attention to him, until I heard a very important word: Japan.
Huh? That was when I tuned in. Turns out that my dad was being moved...to the Japan branch of his company. Again.
Yes! The chance I had been waiting for. All these years, I had not forgotten Hisashi...after nine, long years...finally, it had come.
I was fully prepared for what I had to do. When we lived in Hong Kong, I busied myself a lot. I learnt to speak Cantonese ( Well, I had to, this was Hong Kong, what would you expect), drowned myself in extracurricular activities at my school. I took up martial arts. I strove to be stronger...and what do you expect, I did.
I became well known in the athletics department at school. I grew to love track and field...and guess what, basketball. I was still traumatized, though...recalling the days Hisashi would use me as a basket.
I pushed those thoughts aside and strove to be the best, though.
All the work paid off. In my junior high, we won the national interschool competitions. I won the MVP award...something I will always cherish.
But now, I was moving to Japan. My school records were withdrawn and shipped off to some school who-knows-where in Japan, and I was made to pack up my things. We left Hong Kong in two weeks.
We had sold our old house; we had to buy a new house, which was supposedly closer to my new school ( which no one had bothered to tell me about). All my siblings were in college already; it was only me who was living with my parents. I had a nice and quiet house all to myself at times.
I tried to acquaint myself with Japan once more. I went around the city, trying to recall various stuff ( Oh yeah, that's where you can buy really nice shoes!) I was also on the constant lookout for sports stores ( My basketball shoes were starting to get worn out.) One day, as I came home from one of my daily expeditions, I found someone very unexpected sitting on our couch with my mother. No, it wasn't Hisashi...it was his mother. Surprisingly.
The moment she saw me, she seemed...frozen. Shell-shocked. Then she recovered.
" Haya-chan! Is that you?!"
I could only nod dumbly. " Hai."
In a second, she had stood up and hugged me really tight. " You're such a big girl now!" Big girl? Please. I looked down at myself. Was I getting...ahem...wider?
" And you're so beautiful now too!" She drew back to look at me, a twinkle in her eye. " How old are you now?"
I blinked. " Sixteen." Or at least that's what I thought I said.
My mother butted in at this point. " Hisashi is now eighteen, Hayane."
Hisashi. I gritted my teeth. Hard. " Um, that's nice, mom..." Like I didn't know. " What are you getting at?"
My mom and Mitsui-san exchanged a look. A very obvious look. " Nothing..." my mother said.
I sighed. They were up to their old tricks again. I refrained from rolling my eyes. " I'll go to my room now, okay?" I turned and proceeded up the stairs.
" Be sure to sleep early! You have school tomorrow!" was all my mom told me.
School? I didn't even know where I was going to study, then she tells me I'm going to school. Life sucks.
I woke up early the next day, to find my new school uniform lying next to my bed. I got up and observed it. It was the typical uniform...pleated skirt, white blouse, with a navy blue school blazer. I sighed, and put it on. I was already in the second year...have to watch myself...suddenly, I had a thought. What year would Hisashi be by now?
A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. My mother came in, smiling. " Your new school is just three blocks away. I think you'll know it when you see it...that's the only school around here."
I shrugged. " You know, no one ever told me the name of my school."
Which wasn't an exaggeration...no one had bothered to tell me, really.
My mother looked surprised. " Sorry dear. It's name is Shohoku High."
Shohoku? What a name. I kept my thoughts to myself, though. Maybe all that Chinese in Hong Kong had gone to my brain...
" You'll be going to the same school as Hisashi." My mother was now smiling proudly. " It was Tsuki's ( his mom) idea, actually. That way you won't feel too lost."
I groaned inwardly. Same school as Hisashi? I'd rather be lost than be with that asshole again. Hisashi showing me around...the idea gave me the creeps. But still...it was convenient, since I had an idea of revenge in mind...
" No thanks." I said casually. " I don't think I'll really need Hisashi for this." I did my best to hold back a frown for this. My mother didn't know, never knew I had a complex against Hisashi...and I had no intention of letting her know. She would get really upset, and I knew that...she had always had such a good view of her best friend's son.
My mother just smiled. " Oh really?"
She sat on my bed and examined the wrinkles on the sheet. Well, that's what she seemed to be doing. " Hisashi's a very handsome young man now."
Right. In my dreams. I suppressed a snicker. " That's nice, mom." Handsome now...ugly later when I pound him to bits. I frowned. How exactly did I plan out my revenge anyway?
My mother tried again. " I saw him the other day, when I went over to their home. He's very tall, and he is apparently playing for the basketball team there in Shohoku." She slid a glance at me.
" He's very good."
I raised my eyebrows. " He is?" I knew he had a thing for basketball when we were kids, but I didn't know he had brought it all the way to high school. " What year is he anyway?"
" Three." My mom refused to look at me. " Just a year older than you."
Oh, no. Not again. " Don't think of anything, mom," I warned. " No pairings." Last thing I needed were two meddling moms trying to get their battling children together. Damn. Exactly what I needed.
" I'm not!" My mom sounded defensive. " I'm not doing anything..."
Yet. I suppressed a grin this time. " Whatever, mom." I knew what was going on in her mind.
I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek. " Gotta go...don't wanna be late for school."
I ran hurriedly down the stairs. I had to take the examinations today...the second semester had just started, so I was entering in the middle of their school year. I really hoped I wouldn't be too behind on them...I had heard from my friends that Japan had a very difficult education.
I didn't have any trouble finding my new school. As soon as I stepped on the third block from my home, I could see its immense structure in my sight. I stopped and looked up, filled with awe. So this is Shohoku...or maybe I just wasn't used to these kinds of schools. In Hong Kong, our schools had been smaller than these. A lot smaller...this school looked like it had what, a million sections?
I took a deep breath and stepped inside. And I immediately got lost. Maybe I could have used the help from Hisashi after all, I thought.
It was gone a millisecond later. Or not. If you wanted to suffer a fate more horrible than death, then you should have gone ahead and asked for his help...as if I even knew where he was, much more where I was. This school was big.
I sighed, and glanced up at the ceiling for help. I was supposed to go to the principal's office to take the examination.
The question was, where was the principal's office?
Damn...
I sighed once more, and looked down ( well, not really down, but straight, I guess) once more.
To be greeted by what was possibly the most...interesting sight I had seen so far in Japan.
He stood tall, way taller than my 165 centimeters. ( And I thought I was tall!) He had a shock of black hair with a tinge of green covering his eyes...his eyes...my eyes widened. They were possibly the most interesting features on him. They were such an intense shade of blue...He had pale, flawless skin, and was walking around with his hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Ah, a perfect specimen of the typical slacker. He was a cute one, though.
I put on the friendliest smile I could muster and approached him. " Um, excuse me?" If I was lucky, I would get to know his name...wait a minute, why was I thinking thoughts like these? Knock knock, Hayane. Wake up.
He glanced my way. For about .05 seconds. He looked away again lazily. " Aa." He seemed to be in no hurry.
I shrugged inwardly. " May I know where the principal's office is?" I half thought that he would just fall asleep on me any second. Aside from being the finest specimen I had seen in Japan so far, he also seemed really...drowsy. Out of it. The word hangover came to mind. Big party last night, huh?
He glanced at me once more, up and down, before he turned away and yawned. " Straight. Left, right." He sauntered away, looking as bored as anything.
I was left staring on after him. " Thanks," I muttered. " I think." I shifted my bag from my right hand to my left hand. Some help he was.
Oh well. Take what you can get. Trying to make sense of the slacker's otherwise meaningless directions, I went straight. Then left. Then right. Then I got lost.
I sighed. " Where am I now?" I was never, ever going to ask that guy for directions again.
I looked around, trying to see where I was. I was in a hall surrounded by classrooms. Well, no kidding. This was a school, after all.
" You lost?"
I smiled in relief, happy to have someone to speak to. I turned around.
" I'm afraid I am."
The student who spoke to me just grinned back at me. " You're a new student?" He had blue eyes similar to those of the guy awhile ago, except this guy's eyes were warmer and friendlier. I decided right then and there that he was a nice person.
I nodded. " Yup." I couldn't help but add more. " I came from Hong Kong. This is the first time I've been back in Japan in over nine years..."
The student just clucked sympathetically. " No wonder you're lost."
I really couldn't help but smile at him. " You think?"
He just smirked. " Yup." He ran a hand through his hair, and glanced down-literally, considering he was almost as tall as the one awhile ago-at me. " Where do you need to go? I can help you out."
Finally. I made a face. " The principal's office." I considered telling him about the other guy awhile ago and his absolute senseless sense of direction, but I kept my mouth shut this time. Let him talk...you don't want to drown him in a sea of words, right?
The guy just jerked his head in the direction from where I came from. " It's just over there, by the right. Third door from the left side."
" Oh." Now I felt like a complete moron. I had just passed it...!
" Thanks." I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Stupid, stupid...idiot...now he thinks you're an idiot.
He flashed me another smile. " I can walk you over there, just in case you get lost again..."
He grinned, this time teasingly at me. " You never know..."
Okay. So maybe he didn't think I was an idiot. Quit overreacting, Hayane.
I smiled almost shyly at him. " Um...sure." Walk me over? Sure. Cool. Okay. Wow. This day was getting better and better. I could have sworn that he was flirting with me.
He fell into step with me as I traced my steps back...to the door of the principal's office.
I stopped in front of it...and so did he.
I opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out.Say something, moron! Then it came to me. Ask for his name! Duh. Stupid. Should've thought of that sooner...!
But instead, something else came out of my mouth. " Well, I guess this is where I get off."
The moment I said that, I wanted to pound my head on the wall. And where did that come from, Hayane?! Honestly!! He would think I was a complete airhead. A stereotype, that's what. Nononono...
He didn't seem to notice my internal battle, however. " Yeah, I guess." I just nodded at him politely, then made to open the door.
Go! Ask for his name, now!!
I swallowed, then mustered up all my courage. " Wha--"
My throat was blocked. I cleared it, and tried again. " What is your name?"
" What's your name?"
We both stared, dumbfounded at each other, then laughed. We had asked each other the same question, only he was one second late. That seemed to break any tension that had built up between us in the past few seconds.
Finally, our laughter subsided. I glanced at him sideways. " I asked you first."
" Ladies first." He glanced at me teasingly once more before looking away. I wasn't sure why, but I began to feel a warm feeling growing from inside me. What it was, I wasn't sure. I had never felt it before...
I crossed my arms. " I'm not telling you my name unless I know yours." I really wanted to know his name. Somehow, I had the feeling that we were going to turn out to be good friends...
He sighed in mock-defeat. " Fine, fine." A slow smile began to grow on his lips. " I'm Mitsui Hisashi."
I smiled.Mitsui Hisashi...then froze.
Mitsui Hisashi?!
This...he was Mitsui Hisashi?!
A mental image of him, the nine-year old boy who used to taunt me, formed in my head. A trim, tall boy, with black hair and blue eyes, his face twisted in a sneer...mocking me, bullying me...
And now...him. The guy standing in front of me. Tall, lean, dark, spiked hair with a tinge of blue, clear blue eyes...handsome, nice, witty.
No...it can't be him!!
But somehow...I knew it. It was him. It was Mitsui Hisashi, no doubt.
The very guy I had planned revenge against. For nine years now.
And as fate would have it, the very guy who first befriended me in my new school. The one I wished to be friends with.
I was confused. My inner emotions were in a state of turmoil.
I didn't know what to do. For the second time in my life, I wasn't sure of myself. ( You can guess what the first time was.)
And it was all his fault once more. Mitsui Hisashi.
So I did the only thing I could do.
Run away.
I turned around, opened the door, entered, and closed it as quickly as I possibly could behind me.
tbc...
AN: So, what did you think? *beams* I revised this thing and made it html, so it isn't as messy as before. Thanks to Mizuyuki Yuu and kei12 for helping me with the tags ^__^ R&R please!!
~Reverse Gears~
A Mitsui fanfic ^^;
Hayane
I never liked Mitsui Hisashi in the first place.
( Hey, I'm not lying! I'm telling the truth! Stop laughing at me!)
No, really. I didn't. Never liked him, despised him, thought of him as scum. A moron. A weirdo. Something that has to be swept off the floor. A permanent resident of the trash bin.
He was always mean to me in the first place. Yeah, so he's one...two years older than me. So? That doesn't make him king of the world.
He always bullied me. Our mothers were best friends ( and still are, but that's not the point.) and when we were kids, they had the bright idea to pair the both of us up. You know, when mothers go, 'Ooh, don't you think our children would look good together?' That sorta thing. I was five. He was seven. We met for the very first time.
And I went home crying, with an ice cream cone stuck down my shirt. I told my older brother ( who was nine at that time) about what happened.
He laughed at me. And so did my other siblings.
Being the youngest in the family is not easy, especially when you're the butt of all jokes. My whole family thought what 'Hisashi' did was cute.
Yeah, sure, cute for them, since they weren't the one with sticky, cold ice cream stuck down their back. If it had happened to them, I'm sure they would have reconsidered their opinion.
It started there. Then the torture continued. Hisashi decided to make me his personal slave. Lucky for him, since I was sent over to his house for five hours in a week. Unlucky for me, since I was younger and wimpier than him.
The list goes on. I was made to call him Hisashi-sama. I had to kiss his feet. I had to polish his school shoes. Whenever he wanted to play basketball, he always made me the basket. If he didn't like his food, I had to eat it. Agony, pain, humiliation. Hmph. It annoys me a lot, just thinking about him.
This went on until I was seven. My father's job had forced him to move all of us to a far away place. Hong Kong.
Thank God! My heart jumped for joy when I heard this. No more Hisashi Mitsui, no more pain, no more torture! No more walls, no more chains...
I wasn't the least bit sad to leave Japan. Well, maybe I was, but it sure wasn't because of that prick, Hisashi. Like he'd care if I left the country. Oh no, no more slave to boss around. No more Hayane.
My mother brought me with her as we went over to the Mitsui's to tell them the bad/good news. Hisashi looked annoyed when he heard that we were leaving the country...and him. Ha. Watching his slightly disappointed face, I felt triumphant. Very triumphant. Got you there, Hisashi.
Before we left Japan, I swore to myself that when I came back, I would have my revenge on him. Yes, revenge. For doing this to me. I would make him regret that he had ever known me, Hayane Kazushino. I would make him regret the day he ever saw my face. In several years' time...In several years' time...
Then it came. Finally. After just about the longest amount of time. When I turned sixteen, my dad came home with an important announcement to make. Well, that's what he said. I didn't really pay attention to him, until I heard a very important word: Japan.
Huh? That was when I tuned in. Turns out that my dad was being moved...to the Japan branch of his company. Again.
Yes! The chance I had been waiting for. All these years, I had not forgotten Hisashi...after nine, long years...finally, it had come.
I was fully prepared for what I had to do. When we lived in Hong Kong, I busied myself a lot. I learnt to speak Cantonese ( Well, I had to, this was Hong Kong, what would you expect), drowned myself in extracurricular activities at my school. I took up martial arts. I strove to be stronger...and what do you expect, I did.
I became well known in the athletics department at school. I grew to love track and field...and guess what, basketball. I was still traumatized, though...recalling the days Hisashi would use me as a basket.
I pushed those thoughts aside and strove to be the best, though.
All the work paid off. In my junior high, we won the national interschool competitions. I won the MVP award...something I will always cherish.
But now, I was moving to Japan. My school records were withdrawn and shipped off to some school who-knows-where in Japan, and I was made to pack up my things. We left Hong Kong in two weeks.
We had sold our old house; we had to buy a new house, which was supposedly closer to my new school ( which no one had bothered to tell me about). All my siblings were in college already; it was only me who was living with my parents. I had a nice and quiet house all to myself at times.
I tried to acquaint myself with Japan once more. I went around the city, trying to recall various stuff ( Oh yeah, that's where you can buy really nice shoes!) I was also on the constant lookout for sports stores ( My basketball shoes were starting to get worn out.) One day, as I came home from one of my daily expeditions, I found someone very unexpected sitting on our couch with my mother. No, it wasn't Hisashi...it was his mother. Surprisingly.
The moment she saw me, she seemed...frozen. Shell-shocked. Then she recovered.
" Haya-chan! Is that you?!"
I could only nod dumbly. " Hai."
In a second, she had stood up and hugged me really tight. " You're such a big girl now!" Big girl? Please. I looked down at myself. Was I getting...ahem...wider?
" And you're so beautiful now too!" She drew back to look at me, a twinkle in her eye. " How old are you now?"
I blinked. " Sixteen." Or at least that's what I thought I said.
My mother butted in at this point. " Hisashi is now eighteen, Hayane."
Hisashi. I gritted my teeth. Hard. " Um, that's nice, mom..." Like I didn't know. " What are you getting at?"
My mom and Mitsui-san exchanged a look. A very obvious look. " Nothing..." my mother said.
I sighed. They were up to their old tricks again. I refrained from rolling my eyes. " I'll go to my room now, okay?" I turned and proceeded up the stairs.
" Be sure to sleep early! You have school tomorrow!" was all my mom told me.
School? I didn't even know where I was going to study, then she tells me I'm going to school. Life sucks.
I woke up early the next day, to find my new school uniform lying next to my bed. I got up and observed it. It was the typical uniform...pleated skirt, white blouse, with a navy blue school blazer. I sighed, and put it on. I was already in the second year...have to watch myself...suddenly, I had a thought. What year would Hisashi be by now?
A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. My mother came in, smiling. " Your new school is just three blocks away. I think you'll know it when you see it...that's the only school around here."
I shrugged. " You know, no one ever told me the name of my school."
Which wasn't an exaggeration...no one had bothered to tell me, really.
My mother looked surprised. " Sorry dear. It's name is Shohoku High."
Shohoku? What a name. I kept my thoughts to myself, though. Maybe all that Chinese in Hong Kong had gone to my brain...
" You'll be going to the same school as Hisashi." My mother was now smiling proudly. " It was Tsuki's ( his mom) idea, actually. That way you won't feel too lost."
I groaned inwardly. Same school as Hisashi? I'd rather be lost than be with that asshole again. Hisashi showing me around...the idea gave me the creeps. But still...it was convenient, since I had an idea of revenge in mind...
" No thanks." I said casually. " I don't think I'll really need Hisashi for this." I did my best to hold back a frown for this. My mother didn't know, never knew I had a complex against Hisashi...and I had no intention of letting her know. She would get really upset, and I knew that...she had always had such a good view of her best friend's son.
My mother just smiled. " Oh really?"
She sat on my bed and examined the wrinkles on the sheet. Well, that's what she seemed to be doing. " Hisashi's a very handsome young man now."
Right. In my dreams. I suppressed a snicker. " That's nice, mom." Handsome now...ugly later when I pound him to bits. I frowned. How exactly did I plan out my revenge anyway?
My mother tried again. " I saw him the other day, when I went over to their home. He's very tall, and he is apparently playing for the basketball team there in Shohoku." She slid a glance at me.
" He's very good."
I raised my eyebrows. " He is?" I knew he had a thing for basketball when we were kids, but I didn't know he had brought it all the way to high school. " What year is he anyway?"
" Three." My mom refused to look at me. " Just a year older than you."
Oh, no. Not again. " Don't think of anything, mom," I warned. " No pairings." Last thing I needed were two meddling moms trying to get their battling children together. Damn. Exactly what I needed.
" I'm not!" My mom sounded defensive. " I'm not doing anything..."
Yet. I suppressed a grin this time. " Whatever, mom." I knew what was going on in her mind.
I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek. " Gotta go...don't wanna be late for school."
I ran hurriedly down the stairs. I had to take the examinations today...the second semester had just started, so I was entering in the middle of their school year. I really hoped I wouldn't be too behind on them...I had heard from my friends that Japan had a very difficult education.
I didn't have any trouble finding my new school. As soon as I stepped on the third block from my home, I could see its immense structure in my sight. I stopped and looked up, filled with awe. So this is Shohoku...or maybe I just wasn't used to these kinds of schools. In Hong Kong, our schools had been smaller than these. A lot smaller...this school looked like it had what, a million sections?
I took a deep breath and stepped inside. And I immediately got lost. Maybe I could have used the help from Hisashi after all, I thought.
It was gone a millisecond later. Or not. If you wanted to suffer a fate more horrible than death, then you should have gone ahead and asked for his help...as if I even knew where he was, much more where I was. This school was big.
I sighed, and glanced up at the ceiling for help. I was supposed to go to the principal's office to take the examination.
The question was, where was the principal's office?
Damn...
I sighed once more, and looked down ( well, not really down, but straight, I guess) once more.
To be greeted by what was possibly the most...interesting sight I had seen so far in Japan.
He stood tall, way taller than my 165 centimeters. ( And I thought I was tall!) He had a shock of black hair with a tinge of green covering his eyes...his eyes...my eyes widened. They were possibly the most interesting features on him. They were such an intense shade of blue...He had pale, flawless skin, and was walking around with his hands in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Ah, a perfect specimen of the typical slacker. He was a cute one, though.
I put on the friendliest smile I could muster and approached him. " Um, excuse me?" If I was lucky, I would get to know his name...wait a minute, why was I thinking thoughts like these? Knock knock, Hayane. Wake up.
He glanced my way. For about .05 seconds. He looked away again lazily. " Aa." He seemed to be in no hurry.
I shrugged inwardly. " May I know where the principal's office is?" I half thought that he would just fall asleep on me any second. Aside from being the finest specimen I had seen in Japan so far, he also seemed really...drowsy. Out of it. The word hangover came to mind. Big party last night, huh?
He glanced at me once more, up and down, before he turned away and yawned. " Straight. Left, right." He sauntered away, looking as bored as anything.
I was left staring on after him. " Thanks," I muttered. " I think." I shifted my bag from my right hand to my left hand. Some help he was.
Oh well. Take what you can get. Trying to make sense of the slacker's otherwise meaningless directions, I went straight. Then left. Then right. Then I got lost.
I sighed. " Where am I now?" I was never, ever going to ask that guy for directions again.
I looked around, trying to see where I was. I was in a hall surrounded by classrooms. Well, no kidding. This was a school, after all.
" You lost?"
I smiled in relief, happy to have someone to speak to. I turned around.
" I'm afraid I am."
The student who spoke to me just grinned back at me. " You're a new student?" He had blue eyes similar to those of the guy awhile ago, except this guy's eyes were warmer and friendlier. I decided right then and there that he was a nice person.
I nodded. " Yup." I couldn't help but add more. " I came from Hong Kong. This is the first time I've been back in Japan in over nine years..."
The student just clucked sympathetically. " No wonder you're lost."
I really couldn't help but smile at him. " You think?"
He just smirked. " Yup." He ran a hand through his hair, and glanced down-literally, considering he was almost as tall as the one awhile ago-at me. " Where do you need to go? I can help you out."
Finally. I made a face. " The principal's office." I considered telling him about the other guy awhile ago and his absolute senseless sense of direction, but I kept my mouth shut this time. Let him talk...you don't want to drown him in a sea of words, right?
The guy just jerked his head in the direction from where I came from. " It's just over there, by the right. Third door from the left side."
" Oh." Now I felt like a complete moron. I had just passed it...!
" Thanks." I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Stupid, stupid...idiot...now he thinks you're an idiot.
He flashed me another smile. " I can walk you over there, just in case you get lost again..."
He grinned, this time teasingly at me. " You never know..."
Okay. So maybe he didn't think I was an idiot. Quit overreacting, Hayane.
I smiled almost shyly at him. " Um...sure." Walk me over? Sure. Cool. Okay. Wow. This day was getting better and better. I could have sworn that he was flirting with me.
He fell into step with me as I traced my steps back...to the door of the principal's office.
I stopped in front of it...and so did he.
I opened my mouth to talk, but nothing came out.Say something, moron! Then it came to me. Ask for his name! Duh. Stupid. Should've thought of that sooner...!
But instead, something else came out of my mouth. " Well, I guess this is where I get off."
The moment I said that, I wanted to pound my head on the wall. And where did that come from, Hayane?! Honestly!! He would think I was a complete airhead. A stereotype, that's what. Nononono...
He didn't seem to notice my internal battle, however. " Yeah, I guess." I just nodded at him politely, then made to open the door.
Go! Ask for his name, now!!
I swallowed, then mustered up all my courage. " Wha--"
My throat was blocked. I cleared it, and tried again. " What is your name?"
" What's your name?"
We both stared, dumbfounded at each other, then laughed. We had asked each other the same question, only he was one second late. That seemed to break any tension that had built up between us in the past few seconds.
Finally, our laughter subsided. I glanced at him sideways. " I asked you first."
" Ladies first." He glanced at me teasingly once more before looking away. I wasn't sure why, but I began to feel a warm feeling growing from inside me. What it was, I wasn't sure. I had never felt it before...
I crossed my arms. " I'm not telling you my name unless I know yours." I really wanted to know his name. Somehow, I had the feeling that we were going to turn out to be good friends...
He sighed in mock-defeat. " Fine, fine." A slow smile began to grow on his lips. " I'm Mitsui Hisashi."
I smiled.Mitsui Hisashi...then froze.
Mitsui Hisashi?!
This...he was Mitsui Hisashi?!
A mental image of him, the nine-year old boy who used to taunt me, formed in my head. A trim, tall boy, with black hair and blue eyes, his face twisted in a sneer...mocking me, bullying me...
And now...him. The guy standing in front of me. Tall, lean, dark, spiked hair with a tinge of blue, clear blue eyes...handsome, nice, witty.
No...it can't be him!!
But somehow...I knew it. It was him. It was Mitsui Hisashi, no doubt.
The very guy I had planned revenge against. For nine years now.
And as fate would have it, the very guy who first befriended me in my new school. The one I wished to be friends with.
I was confused. My inner emotions were in a state of turmoil.
I didn't know what to do. For the second time in my life, I wasn't sure of myself. ( You can guess what the first time was.)
And it was all his fault once more. Mitsui Hisashi.
So I did the only thing I could do.
Run away.
I turned around, opened the door, entered, and closed it as quickly as I possibly could behind me.
tbc...
AN: So, what did you think? *beams* I revised this thing and made it html, so it isn't as messy as before. Thanks to Mizuyuki Yuu and kei12 for helping me with the tags ^__^ R&R please!!