Disclaimer: I don't own anything… damnit… just the story and the extra
characters that I add in… as per usual.
Pairings Include: 2+R, 3+OC, 4+D, 5+?, 6+9, H+?
Sorry for not updating when I said I would but I had a lot of work to do. Thankyou for being so understanding. *smiles at crowd who is about to kill her for taking a couple extra weeks to update* Oookaaayy… maybe I'll just start yes?
The Secret Diary of… Whom?
1 Day Five
2 Dear Diary,
ein Tag wie jeder andere; a perfectly ordinary day
Okay, so I'm writing this in a broom closet right? Don't ask about the weird location all shall be explained. I just couldn't hold out until the end of the day to relate these events, for I am afraid that by that time I will have forgotten them or have some parts erased from my memory. Guess I should start at the beginning of the day right? Man, how often do I do that? Start a story with the middle instead of the beginning? Oh well… nothing bad has happened because of that yet… so… without further ado… I bring you… the Morn before Class…
Silence, sweet, resounding silence. Sounds weird describing silence as 'resounding' doesn't it? Well, I think that a lot of things could be compared to silence. Like my mother for example; she has a sort of … nurturing silence, or take my dad for instance; he has a sort of … busy silence. Tee hee, or what about Duo? He has an active silence if you get what I mean… so many ways to compare so many-
Bring, BRING, BRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG, BBBRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG, BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
Damn. I guess you can't call that silence now then can you? Snapping my eyes open and launching myself up… BANG!!!! The sound of flesh hitting ceiling resonated throughout the upstairs of our house as I bashed my head on the ceiling. This little accident was followed by many a curse until I figured that seeing as it was the first day of school I should probably get ready.
Launching myself from the top bunk I hit the floor with a booming thud startling my sister whom had just now entered the room, presumably to make sure that I was up.
"GUTEN TAG!!!!"
If my sister hadn't jumped before she did then before rolling her eyes. "Hey yourself." She responded to my gusto hello.
3 "Welcher Tag ist heute?"
"It's Tuesday," she retorted before pausing and adding "Schwachsinnige." For good measure.
"I am not a moron. Is it ah, …?"
"Yes, first day of term two. I'm here to tell ya to get your act together and hurry down for breakfast. You're gonna hafta have a shower tonight because we won't have time. You've slept in, through the first alarm and don't have enough time to do piano practise this morning so… you'll have to do that this afternoon as well…, um… anything else? Oh, Aunt Cecile and Uncle Alex are going to be staying until the Earth Sphere Martial Arts tournament being held here in three months is over, remember Uncle Alex competes? Uh, … I think that's all."
"Heute hab ich keinen guten Tag"
My sister, used to my saying things in German just nodded, smiling, "Yep, but just because this isn't your day is no reason not to be grouchy Schwachsinnige!" And with that she departed. I didn't have the energy to yell at her saying I wasn't a moron.
Groaning I walked over to the closet and pulled out my near neglected uniform. I brushed off the mothballs and smoothed it out with my hands. It looked like a sailor's outfit. It composed of a navy skirt, blue top with puffed sleeves and collar that had our school emblem on a badge pinned in the middle. We wore black shoes and either blue or skin coloured stockings or brown socks with it. I rolled my eyes. "In the navy, we sail the seven seas… in the navy…" my song turned into a sort of muted hum as I began to change. 'Hmm… socks or stockings?' A huge rip in my stockings settled the matter, grabbing my socks, shoes, and bag and holiday homework I proceeded downstairs.
Dumping my belongings in the living room I walked into the dinning room mentally cursing as I remembered my aunt and uncle were still here. 'Hmm, something to take the attention away from myself…?' I thought taking my place as I felt the gaze of both uncle and aunt upon me. "Are you competing in the Earth Sphere Martial Arts Tournament Uncle Alex?" YES!!! SCORE!!! Now it sounds as though I'm interested in them! I reached for the bread and butter before turning my attention to my uncle who was about to answer.
"Yes I think I will compete." I could hear the smugness in his voice as clear as day, "Too bad there aren't going to be any good competitors this year eh? Only person who'll be worth it is Meuller Cholate and he hasn't decided whether or not to enter yet, I've probably scared him off eh? Bet he's too scared to have another loosing confrontation with yours truly."
I shouldn't have asked. My uncle had been the Earth Sphere Martial Arts champion three years running and apparently the success had gone to his head like a good bottle of whisky.
The conversation revolved around his career for about half-an-hour before it came to my attention that I'd have to be ready in 15 minutes to catch the bus. 'Great,' I thought sarcastically 'just blooming perfect. I love going to school after listening to uncle talk about his self for half an hour. For some UNKOWN reason it really sours my mood.'
I retreated to the safety of the living room and shoved on socks and shoes, all the while fuming silently. 'I hate listening to his gabble. The only bright spot in my day isn't even going to be when I get home! School sucks and now home is going to too. Just perfect!' I thought viciously. 'Darn them and their stupid tournament! Why couldn't they have it somewhere else!?'
I didn't have much time to ponder over that though as my sister called that the bus was here and I flung my books into my bag and ran for the bus, good tidings from mother and father echoing in my ears. We take the school bus and normally that suits me fine. I normally get a whole seat to my self, and don't have to share; the bus fills so that all but one seat is filled. Today though, there was only one seat left, next to an individual with a ducked head. He appeared to be asleep; his bag was resting on the only free seat, his hand on top. I mentally cursed. Plastering a grin on my face contradictory to my turmoil-infected insides I wandered over, tapping him on the shoulder as I reached over. He glanced up, there was no shocked look as I gazed upon a face of untold beauty, there was no gasp of disgust as I gazed upon the most ugly thing I had ever seen – there might have been one of either, if I could see his whole face. Large, dark bangs fell across most of his face, his eyes covered by dark sunglasses. This didn't stop me from checking out what was to be seen. He was gorgeous, of that there was no doubt. He was almost otherworldly so. I almost lost my nerve to ask if I could sit there because of it, but when I did he gave a little half smile and moved his bag obligingly. I sat down.
Oh, that smile, it was so cute. It was like he was relieved to have someone sit there, but… like he was afraid at the same time. 'Maybe he feels the same way you do about crowds and people.' The logical side of me reasoned. We still had at least a good ten minutes until we arrived at school, perhaps 15 if the main road was again blocked. 'Enough time to try and find out,' I contemplated.
"So… do you always wear sunnies?" I winced at how fast I had said that. It sounded like 'So, mumble-mumble -nies?' I doubt anyone with any sense could have understood that.
"Nani?" His voice, low and surprised, was as gorgeous as the rest of him and because of this distraction it took a moment to realise he hadn't just spoken in English. Ah, transfer student, goody.
He blinked and seemed to realise the same thing. "Sorry, I am not um…," he seemed to be missing the words he wanted to say. His voice didn't sound oriental, almost Australian, so… how did he know another language? Now-a- days the only places they were spoken was at home amongst families, but he with an Australian sounding voice, how did he know another language? Man, did I just totally repeat myself or what? His quietness brought me back to reality.
"Let me try, you're not from around here huh?"
He smiled that little half smile again and nodded. "You could say that."
I grinned. "Can I ask you a question?"
He just shrugged in response – guess he's not very talkative eh? Well, neither am I come to think about it.
"Oh well, I'm gonna take that as an affirmative response. Why, do you wear sunnies?"
He tapped his sunglasses. "These?" It struck me as odd that he didn't know the word 'sunnies.'
"Ya, those."
"Eye-operation." I winced. I can't stand needles and that stuff of any kind. Blood yes, Gore yes, but, not needles ew! He seemed to sense my discomfort and changed the subject. Despite that it still made me feel a little dumb. "Do you want to borrow my brush?" I ran a hand through my very tangled hair and blinked stupidly. In all the rush of getting ready I had forgotten to brush it! Smiling sheepishly I nodded. He reached down and pulled up a gym bag, it wasn't from around here I noted. The bag was of colony origin. 'Oh my gosh! A COLONLY STUDENT!?!?!?' A brush waved in front of my face brought me back to earth; nodding thanks I quickly brushed my hair before whacking my beret over my dark locks. With brush in bag and my hair fixed I turned to the student and watched him from under my spiky bangs. He seemed, almost… well, the emotion there was undefinable, as he watched out the window. I was just reaching up to re-arrange my badge when the bus screamed to a halt. Curses sounded throughout the bus and the sent of burnt tire floated up through the floor.
"Sorry kids but we're gonna hafta take the back road!" Called the bus driver from the front, "the main road's blocked!"
I rolled my eyes, 'again? Wonder what happened THIS time.' It was then that I noticed the breeze from the window beside me, spinning and reaching out, intending to ask the transfer student if he would mind closing the window, I gasped in shock to find him gone. Just a slight indentation on an empty seat was the only indication that he had been there at all. I blinked. Maybe when I was hit by something two nights ago, I still couldn't figure out if it had been a car or not, I had hit my head. Guess I was just imagining things, but just to be sure.
"Jake was anyone sitting here before?" I questioned, indicating the empty seat beside me.
His only response was to raise his eyebrows at me in surprise and start laughing. I frowned and stuck my tongue out at him, oh so mature I know but he was annoying me. Jake stopped laughing long enough to answer, "Wasn't anyone there before you sat there."
"Yo-you sure?"
"Nope, the bus screaming to a halt woke me up jeeze Hilde, if it's that big a deal I'll ask Franco. FRANC!!! Was anyone sitting on that seat before Miss Priss got here? Ya? K, whatever. There's your answer." And with that he returned to sleeping.
Well, something just wasn't quite right with THAT little scenario, hmm, food for thought on a rainy day, and with that I contented myself to listening to the bus radio until we would arrive at school.
A slight jolt sent me out of the stupor I was in as the bus stopped next to our school. Rolling my eyes I grabbed my stuff and bolted from the bus before anyone else to be rid of them, it wasn't much fun standing in amongst a bunch of people who quite more than possibly hated your guts.
Throwing pack over shoulder I wandered aimlessly through the front hall, signing my name off at the roster before making the trek to my locker. 'Here we go, now what was the combo…? Oh ya… , thirteen… , eight… , and… twenty… four… there we go.' Placing my pack in my locker I grabbed my diary and flicked through the pages to where my new schedule for this term was located. 'Hmm, lets see… tutor, english then maths and morning tea. I can handle that.' Nodding to myself I grabbed the necessary equipment and shut my locker, clicking the lock closed as I turned to see Duo round the corner. Glad was I to be holding onto my locker still for I doubt that I would still have been standing if I hadn't. My knees were trembling that much. He smiled that gorgeous grin that make us women want him, and the guys so jealous of him. It was then I realised he was approaching me. Now I was glad that I had said yes to that kid to the brush on the bus. If it weren't brushed now… I think I would die.
"Hey Hilde," his voice was soft and melodious, "I wanted to ask you something, would you come with me?"
"Su-sure" I stammered. 'What could he possibly want with me?'
We rounded the corner and he pulled me into a disused broom cupboard. 'Well, this is romantic,' I thought sarcastically. "Wh-what did y-you want to talk to me about?" Damn that incessant stutter I develop whenever I'm around him!
"Well," his voice was smooth and enticing, it was then I realised his hand was still holding my arm, "That was a lie, it's really something, that, I'd much rather SHOW you."
I raised an eyebrow before I realised it probably couldn't be seen in the dark. "Well, what?"
"This."
And with that word we swooped down and captured my lips. But, instead of pure wonderment, the thought running through my mind was 'shit, shit, shit.'
Girl A Little Bit Occupied Signing Off
Ho, ho, ho! So, how will she react I wonder? And why isn't she glad? Class is under way in the next chapter and tantalising temptations are around every corner, literally. What's a girl to do?
So, sorry about taking forever to update. Too many projects I've had. Oh well, well, the next ep should be out on the 2nd of July. So, till then, c ya!
Pairings Include: 2+R, 3+OC, 4+D, 5+?, 6+9, H+?
Sorry for not updating when I said I would but I had a lot of work to do. Thankyou for being so understanding. *smiles at crowd who is about to kill her for taking a couple extra weeks to update* Oookaaayy… maybe I'll just start yes?
The Secret Diary of… Whom?
1 Day Five
2 Dear Diary,
ein Tag wie jeder andere; a perfectly ordinary day
Okay, so I'm writing this in a broom closet right? Don't ask about the weird location all shall be explained. I just couldn't hold out until the end of the day to relate these events, for I am afraid that by that time I will have forgotten them or have some parts erased from my memory. Guess I should start at the beginning of the day right? Man, how often do I do that? Start a story with the middle instead of the beginning? Oh well… nothing bad has happened because of that yet… so… without further ado… I bring you… the Morn before Class…
Silence, sweet, resounding silence. Sounds weird describing silence as 'resounding' doesn't it? Well, I think that a lot of things could be compared to silence. Like my mother for example; she has a sort of … nurturing silence, or take my dad for instance; he has a sort of … busy silence. Tee hee, or what about Duo? He has an active silence if you get what I mean… so many ways to compare so many-
Bring, BRING, BRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG, BBBRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG, BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!
Damn. I guess you can't call that silence now then can you? Snapping my eyes open and launching myself up… BANG!!!! The sound of flesh hitting ceiling resonated throughout the upstairs of our house as I bashed my head on the ceiling. This little accident was followed by many a curse until I figured that seeing as it was the first day of school I should probably get ready.
Launching myself from the top bunk I hit the floor with a booming thud startling my sister whom had just now entered the room, presumably to make sure that I was up.
"GUTEN TAG!!!!"
If my sister hadn't jumped before she did then before rolling her eyes. "Hey yourself." She responded to my gusto hello.
3 "Welcher Tag ist heute?"
"It's Tuesday," she retorted before pausing and adding "Schwachsinnige." For good measure.
"I am not a moron. Is it ah, …?"
"Yes, first day of term two. I'm here to tell ya to get your act together and hurry down for breakfast. You're gonna hafta have a shower tonight because we won't have time. You've slept in, through the first alarm and don't have enough time to do piano practise this morning so… you'll have to do that this afternoon as well…, um… anything else? Oh, Aunt Cecile and Uncle Alex are going to be staying until the Earth Sphere Martial Arts tournament being held here in three months is over, remember Uncle Alex competes? Uh, … I think that's all."
"Heute hab ich keinen guten Tag"
My sister, used to my saying things in German just nodded, smiling, "Yep, but just because this isn't your day is no reason not to be grouchy Schwachsinnige!" And with that she departed. I didn't have the energy to yell at her saying I wasn't a moron.
Groaning I walked over to the closet and pulled out my near neglected uniform. I brushed off the mothballs and smoothed it out with my hands. It looked like a sailor's outfit. It composed of a navy skirt, blue top with puffed sleeves and collar that had our school emblem on a badge pinned in the middle. We wore black shoes and either blue or skin coloured stockings or brown socks with it. I rolled my eyes. "In the navy, we sail the seven seas… in the navy…" my song turned into a sort of muted hum as I began to change. 'Hmm… socks or stockings?' A huge rip in my stockings settled the matter, grabbing my socks, shoes, and bag and holiday homework I proceeded downstairs.
Dumping my belongings in the living room I walked into the dinning room mentally cursing as I remembered my aunt and uncle were still here. 'Hmm, something to take the attention away from myself…?' I thought taking my place as I felt the gaze of both uncle and aunt upon me. "Are you competing in the Earth Sphere Martial Arts Tournament Uncle Alex?" YES!!! SCORE!!! Now it sounds as though I'm interested in them! I reached for the bread and butter before turning my attention to my uncle who was about to answer.
"Yes I think I will compete." I could hear the smugness in his voice as clear as day, "Too bad there aren't going to be any good competitors this year eh? Only person who'll be worth it is Meuller Cholate and he hasn't decided whether or not to enter yet, I've probably scared him off eh? Bet he's too scared to have another loosing confrontation with yours truly."
I shouldn't have asked. My uncle had been the Earth Sphere Martial Arts champion three years running and apparently the success had gone to his head like a good bottle of whisky.
The conversation revolved around his career for about half-an-hour before it came to my attention that I'd have to be ready in 15 minutes to catch the bus. 'Great,' I thought sarcastically 'just blooming perfect. I love going to school after listening to uncle talk about his self for half an hour. For some UNKOWN reason it really sours my mood.'
I retreated to the safety of the living room and shoved on socks and shoes, all the while fuming silently. 'I hate listening to his gabble. The only bright spot in my day isn't even going to be when I get home! School sucks and now home is going to too. Just perfect!' I thought viciously. 'Darn them and their stupid tournament! Why couldn't they have it somewhere else!?'
I didn't have much time to ponder over that though as my sister called that the bus was here and I flung my books into my bag and ran for the bus, good tidings from mother and father echoing in my ears. We take the school bus and normally that suits me fine. I normally get a whole seat to my self, and don't have to share; the bus fills so that all but one seat is filled. Today though, there was only one seat left, next to an individual with a ducked head. He appeared to be asleep; his bag was resting on the only free seat, his hand on top. I mentally cursed. Plastering a grin on my face contradictory to my turmoil-infected insides I wandered over, tapping him on the shoulder as I reached over. He glanced up, there was no shocked look as I gazed upon a face of untold beauty, there was no gasp of disgust as I gazed upon the most ugly thing I had ever seen – there might have been one of either, if I could see his whole face. Large, dark bangs fell across most of his face, his eyes covered by dark sunglasses. This didn't stop me from checking out what was to be seen. He was gorgeous, of that there was no doubt. He was almost otherworldly so. I almost lost my nerve to ask if I could sit there because of it, but when I did he gave a little half smile and moved his bag obligingly. I sat down.
Oh, that smile, it was so cute. It was like he was relieved to have someone sit there, but… like he was afraid at the same time. 'Maybe he feels the same way you do about crowds and people.' The logical side of me reasoned. We still had at least a good ten minutes until we arrived at school, perhaps 15 if the main road was again blocked. 'Enough time to try and find out,' I contemplated.
"So… do you always wear sunnies?" I winced at how fast I had said that. It sounded like 'So, mumble-mumble -nies?' I doubt anyone with any sense could have understood that.
"Nani?" His voice, low and surprised, was as gorgeous as the rest of him and because of this distraction it took a moment to realise he hadn't just spoken in English. Ah, transfer student, goody.
He blinked and seemed to realise the same thing. "Sorry, I am not um…," he seemed to be missing the words he wanted to say. His voice didn't sound oriental, almost Australian, so… how did he know another language? Now-a- days the only places they were spoken was at home amongst families, but he with an Australian sounding voice, how did he know another language? Man, did I just totally repeat myself or what? His quietness brought me back to reality.
"Let me try, you're not from around here huh?"
He smiled that little half smile again and nodded. "You could say that."
I grinned. "Can I ask you a question?"
He just shrugged in response – guess he's not very talkative eh? Well, neither am I come to think about it.
"Oh well, I'm gonna take that as an affirmative response. Why, do you wear sunnies?"
He tapped his sunglasses. "These?" It struck me as odd that he didn't know the word 'sunnies.'
"Ya, those."
"Eye-operation." I winced. I can't stand needles and that stuff of any kind. Blood yes, Gore yes, but, not needles ew! He seemed to sense my discomfort and changed the subject. Despite that it still made me feel a little dumb. "Do you want to borrow my brush?" I ran a hand through my very tangled hair and blinked stupidly. In all the rush of getting ready I had forgotten to brush it! Smiling sheepishly I nodded. He reached down and pulled up a gym bag, it wasn't from around here I noted. The bag was of colony origin. 'Oh my gosh! A COLONLY STUDENT!?!?!?' A brush waved in front of my face brought me back to earth; nodding thanks I quickly brushed my hair before whacking my beret over my dark locks. With brush in bag and my hair fixed I turned to the student and watched him from under my spiky bangs. He seemed, almost… well, the emotion there was undefinable, as he watched out the window. I was just reaching up to re-arrange my badge when the bus screamed to a halt. Curses sounded throughout the bus and the sent of burnt tire floated up through the floor.
"Sorry kids but we're gonna hafta take the back road!" Called the bus driver from the front, "the main road's blocked!"
I rolled my eyes, 'again? Wonder what happened THIS time.' It was then that I noticed the breeze from the window beside me, spinning and reaching out, intending to ask the transfer student if he would mind closing the window, I gasped in shock to find him gone. Just a slight indentation on an empty seat was the only indication that he had been there at all. I blinked. Maybe when I was hit by something two nights ago, I still couldn't figure out if it had been a car or not, I had hit my head. Guess I was just imagining things, but just to be sure.
"Jake was anyone sitting here before?" I questioned, indicating the empty seat beside me.
His only response was to raise his eyebrows at me in surprise and start laughing. I frowned and stuck my tongue out at him, oh so mature I know but he was annoying me. Jake stopped laughing long enough to answer, "Wasn't anyone there before you sat there."
"Yo-you sure?"
"Nope, the bus screaming to a halt woke me up jeeze Hilde, if it's that big a deal I'll ask Franco. FRANC!!! Was anyone sitting on that seat before Miss Priss got here? Ya? K, whatever. There's your answer." And with that he returned to sleeping.
Well, something just wasn't quite right with THAT little scenario, hmm, food for thought on a rainy day, and with that I contented myself to listening to the bus radio until we would arrive at school.
A slight jolt sent me out of the stupor I was in as the bus stopped next to our school. Rolling my eyes I grabbed my stuff and bolted from the bus before anyone else to be rid of them, it wasn't much fun standing in amongst a bunch of people who quite more than possibly hated your guts.
Throwing pack over shoulder I wandered aimlessly through the front hall, signing my name off at the roster before making the trek to my locker. 'Here we go, now what was the combo…? Oh ya… , thirteen… , eight… , and… twenty… four… there we go.' Placing my pack in my locker I grabbed my diary and flicked through the pages to where my new schedule for this term was located. 'Hmm, lets see… tutor, english then maths and morning tea. I can handle that.' Nodding to myself I grabbed the necessary equipment and shut my locker, clicking the lock closed as I turned to see Duo round the corner. Glad was I to be holding onto my locker still for I doubt that I would still have been standing if I hadn't. My knees were trembling that much. He smiled that gorgeous grin that make us women want him, and the guys so jealous of him. It was then I realised he was approaching me. Now I was glad that I had said yes to that kid to the brush on the bus. If it weren't brushed now… I think I would die.
"Hey Hilde," his voice was soft and melodious, "I wanted to ask you something, would you come with me?"
"Su-sure" I stammered. 'What could he possibly want with me?'
We rounded the corner and he pulled me into a disused broom cupboard. 'Well, this is romantic,' I thought sarcastically. "Wh-what did y-you want to talk to me about?" Damn that incessant stutter I develop whenever I'm around him!
"Well," his voice was smooth and enticing, it was then I realised his hand was still holding my arm, "That was a lie, it's really something, that, I'd much rather SHOW you."
I raised an eyebrow before I realised it probably couldn't be seen in the dark. "Well, what?"
"This."
And with that word we swooped down and captured my lips. But, instead of pure wonderment, the thought running through my mind was 'shit, shit, shit.'
Girl A Little Bit Occupied Signing Off
Ho, ho, ho! So, how will she react I wonder? And why isn't she glad? Class is under way in the next chapter and tantalising temptations are around every corner, literally. What's a girl to do?
So, sorry about taking forever to update. Too many projects I've had. Oh well, well, the next ep should be out on the 2nd of July. So, till then, c ya!