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
Mitsui
I watched dumbly as the door practically slammed shut in my face.
Huh? I shrugged, turned around, and walked away instead, resisting the urge to pound on the door and to ask for her name. ' Princess, princess! What name have you??'
Yeah, sure. If I wanted to get into trouble again, this was the perfect way to do so. Especially if the school principal thought I was calling him princess.
Was it me or was it just her? Or was it my name? I knew it wasn't my looks...after all, I looked good, and I knew it. I wasn't blind. So it must be something else.
I mean, she was like no other girl I'd met before...yup, she was different. After all, what girl would slam the door into your face upon hearing your name? Maybe it was too much for her...yes, that was it. I was too much to handle for her. Or so I wished.
Oh well. I sighed and continued on. What a pity. I actually thought she was kinda nice...and pretty...and cool...and...and...
Shut up, Hisashi. You're rambling again.
Rambling in your brain?! Boy, you must be really bored to do so. Cut it out!
My thoughts wandered back to that girl. She had been wandering around outside our classroom like a stray dog. ( Okay, so maybe that wasn't such a nice word to use.) Fine, stray lamb. She looked so pitiful I just had to go out and help her. Hey, she was cute, after all.
Turned out she was looking for the principal's office. So she was a new student. I couldn't help but flirt with her-I mean, which ( normal) guy can resist? She had such a cute smile...There, maybe that was it. I was too aggressive! She couldn't take my flirting, and she ran away and...shut up, Hisashi.
No, that couldn't be it. She seemed to enjoy my flirting ( Everyone does!). Hey, maybe she even liked me.
That was cool.
Then why did she run away from me...?
Ah, to hell with that. None of that mattered now. I entered my classroom and slumped down really low in my seat.
I had...other methods to find out more stuff about her. I could...casually stroll around, pay a trip to each of the classrooms in the building...hell, she could be anywhere! But hopefully, she's in Year 3 too...it sure would make my search a lot easier...
Then...I would corner her, ask for her name...and if she ran away again, hey, it's her loss.
I ran a mental picture of her in my mind. Kinda curly, whatever brown hair, grey eyes...I frowned.
There was only one other person I knew with grey eyes. ( You have to admit, it's kinda unusual.)
A little worm of a girl-this kid named Kazushino Hayane.
But...
A picture of Hayane ran through my mind this time. My last memory of her was when she was seven, when she and her mom had come over to tell me and my mom that they were moving away to Hong Kong. She was short, with really big grey eyes. I should know...those eyes drove me nuts. That was the first thing that had made me bully her in the first place.
Let's see, what else...curly brown ringlets framed her face...curly? I gulped. The new girl had...curly hair too...
No. I snickered. That girl couldn't be Hayane! Yeah, sure. Like, in another planet maybe. Hayane was an annoying little worm. The new girl...was something else...something very far from a worm..
I never really liked that Hayane in the first place. I mean, those eyes! They were just so, I don't know, so big and...big. Shit. I hated that thing about her. I even sacrificed my cookies n' cream ice cream just to get her. Down her back...ha...score!
That was another point...the new girl didn't have BIG eyes. They were normal, just like everybody else's.
And if that were Hayane...I frowned, realizing something. She might want...to get back at me...
But she doesn't. Another realization struck me.If she did want, she wouldn't have responded to your flirting so readily.
Unless of course, this was some scheme to ' break my heart' or something...
I burst out laughing, much to the surprise of my classmates. Yeah right. Like that worm would even have the brains to think of that.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I focused on the upcoming exam...wait.
Upcoming exam?
I DIDN'T STUDY.
As if I even really bothered to. Heh.
But just in case, I brought out my books and started flipping through the pages. Just in case.
I mean, it wouldn't look that good if the new girl finds me at the very bottom of the results list, right?
Hayane
I ignored the near rude stares people were giving me. What, you've never seen a human being in your whole life before?
The test wasn't as easy as I thought it would be...easy? The test was downright hard! I didn't even learn that material yet while I was in Hong Kong! Good thing I brushed up on my advanced algebra studies.
It looked like I was going to have a hard time in Japan, academic-wise, mental-wise, everything-wise. Except for athletic-wise, maybe...I heard that they were in dire need of members for the track team.
I had also checked out the basketball team...and to my disappointment, it was an all-guys team. Well, at least that's what it looked like. But even if I wanted to join, I couldn't...Hisashi was on their team, and there was no way I could avoid saying my name in front of everyone else there with him not knowing. So, goodbye basketball in Japan.
Oh well. Junior high basketball was way different from High school basketball. Cheer up, Hayane.
I didn't think they even had streetball here. I sighed. What's a girl to do in Japan?
Anyway. I paused at the stairwell. What was my classroom again?
Oh yeah...2-5. Now, if only I could find it...
Willing for myself not to get lost, I took a deep breath and tried to act like I knew the place. I did not want to be lost again. The people around here were weird when they knew you were lost.
Especially that guy. Mitsui Hisashi. Or the guy who called himself Mitsui Hisashi.
He was cute. Okay, so I admit that. So maybe my mom was right, Hisashi was 'handsome'. And he was tall...and a flirt...
Whew, he didn't change much in the past nine years. His stupid charm is still there. Now I see why my family members liked him so much.
Not that I liked him or anything. It was just that...nothing. My mom was correct, that was all.
Wonder how he plays his basketball... I hadn't heard too much from my mom about his basketball skills-the exact thing I wanted to hear about. All I had heard from her was that 'Hisashi's so good...' and all those stuff people who don't know basketball like to gush about.
Maybe I could challenge him to a game someday... Yeah sure. ' Hi, I'm the girl who slammed the door in your face awhile ago, and I'm so sorry, but to hell with that! Let's play some basketball! And no, I'm not telling you my name.' Yeah, like that would really work. I know ( believe me, I know) how persistent Hisashi could be.
Oh well. Maybe I could ask around on who were the other good basketball players around here. I could challenge them instead. Yup, that sounded good to me too.
When I knew this place better, that was. I sighed and looked to my right.
Thank God! There it was...2-5! How could I have missed it anyway? It was right beside me...
If I didn't feel like a total idiot awhile ago, I sure as hell did now. Trying to look like I had known where I was going all along, I stepped into my new classroom.
More stares greeted me. Not all were too rude, though. Some just looked curious. Oh well, rude enough. I don't really like being stared at. They made me feel like I was some item to be put on display.
Let's see...I frowned. All the desks seemed to be filled, except for one at the very back. I made my way over there, and hurriedly dropped my bag in the seat. The second I did that though, someone approached me, and tapped me on the shoulder. " Excuse me?"
The voice belonged to one of a guy's. I scowled internally.Here we go again. When was all this going to end? Was I forever doomed to being asked stupid questions by guys in Japan?
I turned around impatiently-to face a guy only around four or three centimeters taller than me, to my surprise. All the guys I had seen this day were tall...this one was, erhm, well...
I recovered quickly enough, though. " What?" I snapped. " I'm not lost!" Okay, so maybe I didn't really mean to say that.
The student who had tapped me on the back looked...well, I thought he looked quite taken by surprise. He took a step backwards. " G-gomen..." he stammered out.
I noticed immediately that he had a stud in his left ear. Cool. So people in Japan had style, after all.
" No, that's all right," I said, this time with more kindness. " I shouldn't have snapped at you like that..." I trailed off. My patience was being worn thin today. First by meeting Hisashi, then getting lost again...this was by far the worst day I had ever been through in my life. I sighed. Anyway.
The guy just grinned sheepishly at me. " No, that's okay." He pointed to my bag-or rather, to the seat beneath my bag. " I just wanted to say that, that's my seat you're sitting in."
I felt my face turn red. " Oh."
Inside though, I was already pounding my head on a wall.Honestly!! And I was the one who had gotten mad at him first...you should be ashamed of yourself, Hayane! I mentally chided myself.
I took hold of my bag, pulling it out of his desk. " Sorry," I squeaked out. " I didn't know that this was your desk--" Okay, so now he thinks you're a two-faced freak. Nice way to start your first day of school.
That guy just smiled again, though. " No, no, that's all right," he insisted. " I know you didn't mean it."
I smiled gratefully back at him. " Thanks." I extended a hand towards him, for him to shake. " I am Kazushino Hayane."
He clasped my hand tightly, smiling warmly all the time. " Miyagi Ryota."
Oh. So that was his name. I nodded slowly, releasing his hand. " Miyagi-san..."
" Ryota!!"
Huh? I turned to look at who was calling, and so did Miyagi. Who was that?
Running towards us was by far the prettiest girl I had seen in Shohoku. She had long, flowing curly brown hair cascading down her back in ringlets, and deep brown eyes. She also had a very warm, friendly smile. " Who's this?" She smiled briefly at me before turning back to Miyagi-san. " A new girlfriend, perhaps?" she slid a knowing glance at me, then nudged Miyagi-san in the ribs.
I blinked. " Excuse me?" Girlfriend? Boy, people around here sure were direct!
Miyagi was turning slightly red. " Don't mind her, Kazushino-san," he managed to sputter out. "By the way, this is Aya-chan--I mean, Ayako." He motioned towards the girl with curly hair standing beside him.
" She's a new student," he explained to the girl named Ayako. " Oh!" Ayako raised her eyebrows knowingly. " Really? Where are you from?" she asked me curiously. " We don't usually get new students in the middle of the term."
I smiled faintly. " I came from Hong Kong," I explained. " My father had to be moved because of his business...the whole family had to be dragged along. I'm a native of Japan, though," I added quickly. Which should explain why I still spoke fluent Japanese.
Ayako smiled brightly. " Good! Then you'll adjust well around here. Where were you born?"
" Right here. In Kanagawa." The grin on my face faltered by a bit. " We lived around here until I was seven, that was when we moved." That was also the time when I knew Hisashi...my grin faded away completely. Dammit.
" Aya-chan," Miyagi interrupted. He was still slightly red. I kind of suspected something between the two of them. I mean, Aya-chan? " She's going to be our classmate."
Ayako's eyes twinkled as she glanced at me, then at Miyagi again. " Great!" she grinned. " We're going to have a lot of fun this term." I was hoping that meant that she wanted to be friends with me.
Okay, so maybe things weren't going that bad. Stuff just...got off at the wrong foot....
The bell rang, causing the other students to start pouring in for class. Ayako noticed me just standing there, not doing anything. " Hey!"
She grabbed my arm and dragged me to an empty desk. " No one stays here. You can sit behind me." she gave me another warm smile.
I couldn't help but smile back. " Thanks." I settled down in my seat, hanging my bag behind my chair.
" Oh!" She slapped her forehead, as if she had forgotten something.
" Ryota!" she called across the class, amidst the chattering noise that our other classmates made. " Forgot to tell you, there's basketball practice later!!"
I froze, pen in one hand.Basketball?
What??
" Of course I know that!" Miyagi hollered back. " I'm the captain, remember?"
Captain.
Ayako shrugged, and sat back in her chair. " Just checking," she added cheerfully. " You know how Mitsui-sempai tends to worry a lot...he keeps on telling me to remind you."
I sunk low into my chair.Mitsui-sempai?? Suddenly, this day didn't seem so well after all. How was it possible that everyone I met knew Hisashi??
Miyagi laughed. " Tell that old man to stop worrying like that. His white hairs will show."
" Very funny, Ryota..."
Captain. Basketball. I could feel my face turning pale. Miyagi was captain of the Shohoku basketball team...naturally he'd know Hisashi...
I rested my forehead on the smooth surface of the table and sighed.
Surviving Japan was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
" Hey," Ayako tapped on my desk. " Are you all right?" she eyed me worriedly. " You don't look too good."
" I'm fine," I murmured under my breath. " Just fine..."
AN: Sorry for the long update!! ^^; oh, and Kurapika-lover, sorry if I wasn't able to send you the chapters ^^; I'll send it to do_ahou, ok?
~Reverse Gears~
A Mitsui fanfic
Mitsui
I watched dumbly as the door practically slammed shut in my face.
Huh? I shrugged, turned around, and walked away instead, resisting the urge to pound on the door and to ask for her name. ' Princess, princess! What name have you??'
Yeah, sure. If I wanted to get into trouble again, this was the perfect way to do so. Especially if the school principal thought I was calling him princess.
Was it me or was it just her? Or was it my name? I knew it wasn't my looks...after all, I looked good, and I knew it. I wasn't blind. So it must be something else.
I mean, she was like no other girl I'd met before...yup, she was different. After all, what girl would slam the door into your face upon hearing your name? Maybe it was too much for her...yes, that was it. I was too much to handle for her. Or so I wished.
Oh well. I sighed and continued on. What a pity. I actually thought she was kinda nice...and pretty...and cool...and...and...
Shut up, Hisashi. You're rambling again.
Rambling in your brain?! Boy, you must be really bored to do so. Cut it out!
My thoughts wandered back to that girl. She had been wandering around outside our classroom like a stray dog. ( Okay, so maybe that wasn't such a nice word to use.) Fine, stray lamb. She looked so pitiful I just had to go out and help her. Hey, she was cute, after all.
Turned out she was looking for the principal's office. So she was a new student. I couldn't help but flirt with her-I mean, which ( normal) guy can resist? She had such a cute smile...There, maybe that was it. I was too aggressive! She couldn't take my flirting, and she ran away and...shut up, Hisashi.
No, that couldn't be it. She seemed to enjoy my flirting ( Everyone does!). Hey, maybe she even liked me.
That was cool.
Then why did she run away from me...?
Ah, to hell with that. None of that mattered now. I entered my classroom and slumped down really low in my seat.
I had...other methods to find out more stuff about her. I could...casually stroll around, pay a trip to each of the classrooms in the building...hell, she could be anywhere! But hopefully, she's in Year 3 too...it sure would make my search a lot easier...
Then...I would corner her, ask for her name...and if she ran away again, hey, it's her loss.
I ran a mental picture of her in my mind. Kinda curly, whatever brown hair, grey eyes...I frowned.
There was only one other person I knew with grey eyes. ( You have to admit, it's kinda unusual.)
A little worm of a girl-this kid named Kazushino Hayane.
But...
A picture of Hayane ran through my mind this time. My last memory of her was when she was seven, when she and her mom had come over to tell me and my mom that they were moving away to Hong Kong. She was short, with really big grey eyes. I should know...those eyes drove me nuts. That was the first thing that had made me bully her in the first place.
Let's see, what else...curly brown ringlets framed her face...curly? I gulped. The new girl had...curly hair too...
No. I snickered. That girl couldn't be Hayane! Yeah, sure. Like, in another planet maybe. Hayane was an annoying little worm. The new girl...was something else...something very far from a worm..
I never really liked that Hayane in the first place. I mean, those eyes! They were just so, I don't know, so big and...big. Shit. I hated that thing about her. I even sacrificed my cookies n' cream ice cream just to get her. Down her back...ha...score!
That was another point...the new girl didn't have BIG eyes. They were normal, just like everybody else's.
And if that were Hayane...I frowned, realizing something. She might want...to get back at me...
But she doesn't. Another realization struck me.If she did want, she wouldn't have responded to your flirting so readily.
Unless of course, this was some scheme to ' break my heart' or something...
I burst out laughing, much to the surprise of my classmates. Yeah right. Like that worm would even have the brains to think of that.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I focused on the upcoming exam...wait.
Upcoming exam?
I DIDN'T STUDY.
As if I even really bothered to. Heh.
But just in case, I brought out my books and started flipping through the pages. Just in case.
I mean, it wouldn't look that good if the new girl finds me at the very bottom of the results list, right?
Hayane
I ignored the near rude stares people were giving me. What, you've never seen a human being in your whole life before?
The test wasn't as easy as I thought it would be...easy? The test was downright hard! I didn't even learn that material yet while I was in Hong Kong! Good thing I brushed up on my advanced algebra studies.
It looked like I was going to have a hard time in Japan, academic-wise, mental-wise, everything-wise. Except for athletic-wise, maybe...I heard that they were in dire need of members for the track team.
I had also checked out the basketball team...and to my disappointment, it was an all-guys team. Well, at least that's what it looked like. But even if I wanted to join, I couldn't...Hisashi was on their team, and there was no way I could avoid saying my name in front of everyone else there with him not knowing. So, goodbye basketball in Japan.
Oh well. Junior high basketball was way different from High school basketball. Cheer up, Hayane.
I didn't think they even had streetball here. I sighed. What's a girl to do in Japan?
Anyway. I paused at the stairwell. What was my classroom again?
Oh yeah...2-5. Now, if only I could find it...
Willing for myself not to get lost, I took a deep breath and tried to act like I knew the place. I did not want to be lost again. The people around here were weird when they knew you were lost.
Especially that guy. Mitsui Hisashi. Or the guy who called himself Mitsui Hisashi.
He was cute. Okay, so I admit that. So maybe my mom was right, Hisashi was 'handsome'. And he was tall...and a flirt...
Whew, he didn't change much in the past nine years. His stupid charm is still there. Now I see why my family members liked him so much.
Not that I liked him or anything. It was just that...nothing. My mom was correct, that was all.
Wonder how he plays his basketball... I hadn't heard too much from my mom about his basketball skills-the exact thing I wanted to hear about. All I had heard from her was that 'Hisashi's so good...' and all those stuff people who don't know basketball like to gush about.
Maybe I could challenge him to a game someday... Yeah sure. ' Hi, I'm the girl who slammed the door in your face awhile ago, and I'm so sorry, but to hell with that! Let's play some basketball! And no, I'm not telling you my name.' Yeah, like that would really work. I know ( believe me, I know) how persistent Hisashi could be.
Oh well. Maybe I could ask around on who were the other good basketball players around here. I could challenge them instead. Yup, that sounded good to me too.
When I knew this place better, that was. I sighed and looked to my right.
Thank God! There it was...2-5! How could I have missed it anyway? It was right beside me...
If I didn't feel like a total idiot awhile ago, I sure as hell did now. Trying to look like I had known where I was going all along, I stepped into my new classroom.
More stares greeted me. Not all were too rude, though. Some just looked curious. Oh well, rude enough. I don't really like being stared at. They made me feel like I was some item to be put on display.
Let's see...I frowned. All the desks seemed to be filled, except for one at the very back. I made my way over there, and hurriedly dropped my bag in the seat. The second I did that though, someone approached me, and tapped me on the shoulder. " Excuse me?"
The voice belonged to one of a guy's. I scowled internally.Here we go again. When was all this going to end? Was I forever doomed to being asked stupid questions by guys in Japan?
I turned around impatiently-to face a guy only around four or three centimeters taller than me, to my surprise. All the guys I had seen this day were tall...this one was, erhm, well...
I recovered quickly enough, though. " What?" I snapped. " I'm not lost!" Okay, so maybe I didn't really mean to say that.
The student who had tapped me on the back looked...well, I thought he looked quite taken by surprise. He took a step backwards. " G-gomen..." he stammered out.
I noticed immediately that he had a stud in his left ear. Cool. So people in Japan had style, after all.
" No, that's all right," I said, this time with more kindness. " I shouldn't have snapped at you like that..." I trailed off. My patience was being worn thin today. First by meeting Hisashi, then getting lost again...this was by far the worst day I had ever been through in my life. I sighed. Anyway.
The guy just grinned sheepishly at me. " No, that's okay." He pointed to my bag-or rather, to the seat beneath my bag. " I just wanted to say that, that's my seat you're sitting in."
I felt my face turn red. " Oh."
Inside though, I was already pounding my head on a wall.Honestly!! And I was the one who had gotten mad at him first...you should be ashamed of yourself, Hayane! I mentally chided myself.
I took hold of my bag, pulling it out of his desk. " Sorry," I squeaked out. " I didn't know that this was your desk--" Okay, so now he thinks you're a two-faced freak. Nice way to start your first day of school.
That guy just smiled again, though. " No, no, that's all right," he insisted. " I know you didn't mean it."
I smiled gratefully back at him. " Thanks." I extended a hand towards him, for him to shake. " I am Kazushino Hayane."
He clasped my hand tightly, smiling warmly all the time. " Miyagi Ryota."
Oh. So that was his name. I nodded slowly, releasing his hand. " Miyagi-san..."
" Ryota!!"
Huh? I turned to look at who was calling, and so did Miyagi. Who was that?
Running towards us was by far the prettiest girl I had seen in Shohoku. She had long, flowing curly brown hair cascading down her back in ringlets, and deep brown eyes. She also had a very warm, friendly smile. " Who's this?" She smiled briefly at me before turning back to Miyagi-san. " A new girlfriend, perhaps?" she slid a knowing glance at me, then nudged Miyagi-san in the ribs.
I blinked. " Excuse me?" Girlfriend? Boy, people around here sure were direct!
Miyagi was turning slightly red. " Don't mind her, Kazushino-san," he managed to sputter out. "By the way, this is Aya-chan--I mean, Ayako." He motioned towards the girl with curly hair standing beside him.
" She's a new student," he explained to the girl named Ayako. " Oh!" Ayako raised her eyebrows knowingly. " Really? Where are you from?" she asked me curiously. " We don't usually get new students in the middle of the term."
I smiled faintly. " I came from Hong Kong," I explained. " My father had to be moved because of his business...the whole family had to be dragged along. I'm a native of Japan, though," I added quickly. Which should explain why I still spoke fluent Japanese.
Ayako smiled brightly. " Good! Then you'll adjust well around here. Where were you born?"
" Right here. In Kanagawa." The grin on my face faltered by a bit. " We lived around here until I was seven, that was when we moved." That was also the time when I knew Hisashi...my grin faded away completely. Dammit.
" Aya-chan," Miyagi interrupted. He was still slightly red. I kind of suspected something between the two of them. I mean, Aya-chan? " She's going to be our classmate."
Ayako's eyes twinkled as she glanced at me, then at Miyagi again. " Great!" she grinned. " We're going to have a lot of fun this term." I was hoping that meant that she wanted to be friends with me.
Okay, so maybe things weren't going that bad. Stuff just...got off at the wrong foot....
The bell rang, causing the other students to start pouring in for class. Ayako noticed me just standing there, not doing anything. " Hey!"
She grabbed my arm and dragged me to an empty desk. " No one stays here. You can sit behind me." she gave me another warm smile.
I couldn't help but smile back. " Thanks." I settled down in my seat, hanging my bag behind my chair.
" Oh!" She slapped her forehead, as if she had forgotten something.
" Ryota!" she called across the class, amidst the chattering noise that our other classmates made. " Forgot to tell you, there's basketball practice later!!"
I froze, pen in one hand.Basketball?
What??
" Of course I know that!" Miyagi hollered back. " I'm the captain, remember?"
Captain.
Ayako shrugged, and sat back in her chair. " Just checking," she added cheerfully. " You know how Mitsui-sempai tends to worry a lot...he keeps on telling me to remind you."
I sunk low into my chair.Mitsui-sempai?? Suddenly, this day didn't seem so well after all. How was it possible that everyone I met knew Hisashi??
Miyagi laughed. " Tell that old man to stop worrying like that. His white hairs will show."
" Very funny, Ryota..."
Captain. Basketball. I could feel my face turning pale. Miyagi was captain of the Shohoku basketball team...naturally he'd know Hisashi...
I rested my forehead on the smooth surface of the table and sighed.
Surviving Japan was going to be a lot harder than I thought.
" Hey," Ayako tapped on my desk. " Are you all right?" she eyed me worriedly. " You don't look too good."
" I'm fine," I murmured under my breath. " Just fine..."
AN: Sorry for the long update!! ^^; oh, and Kurapika-lover, sorry if I wasn't able to send you the chapters ^^; I'll send it to do_ahou, ok?