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Disclaimer: Karekano belongs to Hakusensha, Masami Tsuda, Gainax and etc.
Not mine.
This is my second original fiction (with copyright characters) and it's never imitated, duplicated or copied from any other sources.
Enjoy. *****
Equilibrium Chapter 3: Synchronize By Cha-chan
Ushio thought the flashlights were blinding him. Snap, snap, snap. The incessant questioning were overwhelming him as well; all he heard was a sound much alike the buzzing of the bees. YinYang this and YinYang that. He felt his anger slowly emerging to the surface - why do they ask such ignorant questions? Ask about my love life - like I would tell you, thought Ushio. He kept smiling and nodding, but on the inside his urge to hit the closest pimple-faced, nosy-looking spitfire reporter is rising. Self control, self control, Ushio muttered.
"What did you say?" the pimple face who looked like he'd just walked out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show grinned at him, baring his yellow teeth. Ushio winced. Luckily, Yoshiro came to his rescue.
"Ushio-san is just tired, now," in a louder voice the band's latest manager yelled to the crowd of reporters. "Thank you for your time, everyone! The band has a rehearsal, and if you would excuse us," and he led the pack through the sea of people, not forgetting to bow and elicit much "gomen ne"s for the disappointed media workers.
Just as the reporters were leaving through the glass doors, a petite girl, who looked no more than eighteen, rushed in, looking desperate. When she spotted the band retreating, she gave out a startled cry and ran towards them at a stunning speed.
Atsuya turned and stared, and it was at that precise moment that the girl had decided to cling onto his arm and launched a bunch of questions, much to everyone's surprise.
"Sir, I am sorry, but I am a reporter from the Quo magazine. There was a traffic jam and I missed the conference, so I was wondering, if, if."
She was cut off by an annoyed Yoshiro. "Look, sweetheart, if you can't even make it to the conference, I don't think there should be any chance for you to ask us questions. In fact, the band has to leave now."
The girl looked like she was close to burst out crying. "But, but," she stammered. "I wasn't even allowed to go to the conference. I heard that the band might be here today, so I had to try."
By now her big eyes were filled with tears.
Kazuma and Joker, as usual, were sympathetic. "Yosh, a few questions won't hurt," said the latter, who turned to give a warm smile to the young reporter. Kazuma nodded. Yoshiro hesitated.
"What do you say, Atsuya?" Asked the manager. To this the guitarist merely shrugged, and Martin looked completely oblivious to his surroundings. That leaves me, thought Ushio.
"What the hell, I guess," he grumbled. The girl broke into a radiant grin and immediately fired away with her questions.
All Ushio heard was the slight click of her teeth and a bunch of sentences that he couldn't quite decipher. Once again Atsuya was laughing like an idiot, and Ushio can't help but got more agitated by the minute. When he heard the girl asking Martin, "So, like, Martin, do you have, like, a girlfriend?" and broke into a fit of giggles, his temper went out of control.
"Saying like 300 times a minute might be the reason that you didn't get to go to the press conference," Ushio snapped.
And he walked out of the forum, leaving his bewildered band, a crushed reporter and a sickly looking Martin behind.
*****
There was a loud banging at the door. "Shut Up," the girl in the bed cringed at the noise and yelled.
Rika's head poked in and she smiled at the speaker. "Aya, I am just letting you know that it's one o'clock in the morning."
"What?" Aya's head cleared and she shot up straight in bed. "Why didn't you wake me up? Why? Why?" Aya buried her face in her hands, her voice cracked from the long nap. Now there is no chance for her to finish writing up the proposal to her new novel by morning.
"It was an impossible task," said the other girl. "You were so deep in sleep Kyou thought you were in a coma," she smiled. "But don't worry. I know Aya-chan can finish the work. Look, I brought you some hot tea. Drink it. You'll feel better."
"Thanks," smiled Aya. It was probably her fault anyway. Afterall, she hadn't slept a wink yesterday and only four hours the day before. As the hot tea took its toll, Aya noticed that Rika was dressed in a pair of her pyjamas. She was still groggy from the long nap, but nonetheless she took the wrong turn the path of free association, and gasped audibly.
"Are you - and Kyou - it's one in the morning - pyjamas?" Aya blurted. The accused immediately blushed crimson, and threw her slipper at Aya.
"You are so dirty! Stupid Aya-chan. My mom told me to stay the night because I missed the train!"
"Oh, that's what you say," Aya grinned mischievously. "Maybe that's why I was sound asleep for so long. Did you guys drug me in the bento or something?" At this point Rika only giggled and walked right out of the room, so to avoid any further taunting from her boyfriend's sister.
Aya settled down in front of her laptop and grinned. Finally, she thought. Took them long enough to be engaged in a relationship. But enough of the sappy stuff - there's the proposal to think of. The daily column at a local teenage magazine has won her rave reviews, and the editor-in-chief, Hamazaki, had graciously asked Aya to start a story based on anything and any timeline she wants. To his generosity Kyou concluded that the 30-year- old had taken a fancy to his teenage sister, a comment which Aya found humorous and Rika deemed horrific.
But fancy or not, Hamazaki was a tough editor. Unlike other magazines, he made Aya write proposals for her work, which left her little time to do much else. Not to mention her guest column at the school paper and the much dreaded term exam that is coming up in a few weeks. She has been skipping so many classes - it's a miracle that the teacher actually remembered her name. And she's got her hands full with the new novel, a love story set in 19th century Japan. She just didn't have any luck on getting the information she needed. Yukino and Arima gave her some background information on the era, but it just wasn't enough. The lifestyles of 19th century geisha girls and soldiers just weren't in their study guides.
Perhaps it was the dark of the night. Or the moon. But for all that matters, Aya was struck by an absolutely stroke of sheer intellectual brainwave. Why hadn't she thought of this sooner? If there was a term that is "teenagers of the night life", it has to be him.
I am a genius, Aya grinned.
*****
"You want me to do what?" The handsome, fair-haired boy practically screamed when he heard Aya. She ignored the suspicious glances around the student cafeteria and said her request once again.
Asaba Hideaki slumped in his chair. "Sawada - I didn't know that it is a the equivalent to trouble. You know I can't do that!"
"Yes you can," insisted Aya. It's not going well, she thought. She ought to push it or Asaba will never oblige. That's it.
"Of course you can. Are you afraid that I am going to uncover some deadly secrets of yours? Or is it that you don't know your way around the entertainment district as well as you claimed to be?"
Poor Asaba was lured into the trap right away. "I don't have any secrets that I can't tell my Arima-kun. And how dare you - you said that I didn't know my way around??!! I will not be insulted," he bellowed and rose out of his chair. "In fact, we shall skip class and go there right now."
He's too easy, Aya mused as she followed him out of the cafeteria.
*****
The two arrived in front of a peaceful looking restaurant. "Kaoru" or so it was called. The kanji was scribbled in a fiercely liberal calligraphy on a sign made of dark maple beside the grand entrance. Compared to the other shops in this district of the prefecture, this one stood out above the rest. Asaba went in, followed by Aya, and the two were immediately greeted by a warm scent of lavender and sweet wine.
"Hideaki-kun!" A young, pretty receptionist in a smart suit rushed out from behind a cluster of chinese lanterns and grabbed Asaba's arm. "It's been such along time since you came for a visit. You didn't forget about us now, did you?"
Asaba didn't miss the chance to turn on his famous/infamous charms. It was practically oozing out of him. "Yes, I missed you too, Chise-chan," he winked, causing the young thing to swoon. Aya had to clamp her hand on her mouth in order to stifle a chuckle.
As the receptionist pointed the two to their way, she threw a somewhat absent-minded glance at Aya. Unconsciously the latter straightened her back and tilted up her chin. Asaba saw the exchange in greeting and smiled knowingly to himself.
They walked down the dimmed corridor in silence. Aya decided to break the ice and cleared her throat.
"She's cute," she said in a whisper, intimidated by her surroundings.
"You too," Asaba said, without missing a beat.
If he had been looking at her he would have saw her blush a crimson red. Aya knew that it was just a casual comment for him. But besides her family, Rika, and strangely, Tsubaki, no one has ever said
or even hinted that she's desirable as a girl. No wonder he's popular among girls. It's natural to him, she thought.
All of a sudden Asaba stopped dead in his tracks. "Are you sure you want to do this? For your information, we are in a bar, or very high- classed pub. We can back out now if you want," he turned to her, a concerned look on his handsome face.
Aya was touched by this but not moved. "I told you, it's for a project. I have to do this."
Seeing that she's firm in her decision, Asaba nodded. He doesn't know her well enough, but Aya had earned herself the reputation of being very stubborn. If she wants to head towards trouble, quite frankly, his efforts would be vain. They walked on again.
Asaba stopped once more and this time he turned to face his female companion. "And Rika knows about this?"
"Hell yeah," Aya said through a smile. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that she was not telling the truth. Asaba sighed and continued to venture down the hall, contemplating on the trouble that he would come to face when the others know about this.
*****
In her History classroom, Rika sneezed.
*****
Note: You are welcome to give me any comments - feel free to praise or flame. And please note that there has never been a character in KKnJ called Yoshiro. He is simply a creation for the fiction.
Thank you.
http://906.procrastination.ws OR mail to: panpan2spcs@yahoo.com
This is my second original fiction (with copyright characters) and it's never imitated, duplicated or copied from any other sources.
Enjoy. *****
Equilibrium Chapter 3: Synchronize By Cha-chan
Ushio thought the flashlights were blinding him. Snap, snap, snap. The incessant questioning were overwhelming him as well; all he heard was a sound much alike the buzzing of the bees. YinYang this and YinYang that. He felt his anger slowly emerging to the surface - why do they ask such ignorant questions? Ask about my love life - like I would tell you, thought Ushio. He kept smiling and nodding, but on the inside his urge to hit the closest pimple-faced, nosy-looking spitfire reporter is rising. Self control, self control, Ushio muttered.
"What did you say?" the pimple face who looked like he'd just walked out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show grinned at him, baring his yellow teeth. Ushio winced. Luckily, Yoshiro came to his rescue.
"Ushio-san is just tired, now," in a louder voice the band's latest manager yelled to the crowd of reporters. "Thank you for your time, everyone! The band has a rehearsal, and if you would excuse us," and he led the pack through the sea of people, not forgetting to bow and elicit much "gomen ne"s for the disappointed media workers.
Just as the reporters were leaving through the glass doors, a petite girl, who looked no more than eighteen, rushed in, looking desperate. When she spotted the band retreating, she gave out a startled cry and ran towards them at a stunning speed.
Atsuya turned and stared, and it was at that precise moment that the girl had decided to cling onto his arm and launched a bunch of questions, much to everyone's surprise.
"Sir, I am sorry, but I am a reporter from the Quo magazine. There was a traffic jam and I missed the conference, so I was wondering, if, if."
She was cut off by an annoyed Yoshiro. "Look, sweetheart, if you can't even make it to the conference, I don't think there should be any chance for you to ask us questions. In fact, the band has to leave now."
The girl looked like she was close to burst out crying. "But, but," she stammered. "I wasn't even allowed to go to the conference. I heard that the band might be here today, so I had to try."
By now her big eyes were filled with tears.
Kazuma and Joker, as usual, were sympathetic. "Yosh, a few questions won't hurt," said the latter, who turned to give a warm smile to the young reporter. Kazuma nodded. Yoshiro hesitated.
"What do you say, Atsuya?" Asked the manager. To this the guitarist merely shrugged, and Martin looked completely oblivious to his surroundings. That leaves me, thought Ushio.
"What the hell, I guess," he grumbled. The girl broke into a radiant grin and immediately fired away with her questions.
All Ushio heard was the slight click of her teeth and a bunch of sentences that he couldn't quite decipher. Once again Atsuya was laughing like an idiot, and Ushio can't help but got more agitated by the minute. When he heard the girl asking Martin, "So, like, Martin, do you have, like, a girlfriend?" and broke into a fit of giggles, his temper went out of control.
"Saying like 300 times a minute might be the reason that you didn't get to go to the press conference," Ushio snapped.
And he walked out of the forum, leaving his bewildered band, a crushed reporter and a sickly looking Martin behind.
*****
There was a loud banging at the door. "Shut Up," the girl in the bed cringed at the noise and yelled.
Rika's head poked in and she smiled at the speaker. "Aya, I am just letting you know that it's one o'clock in the morning."
"What?" Aya's head cleared and she shot up straight in bed. "Why didn't you wake me up? Why? Why?" Aya buried her face in her hands, her voice cracked from the long nap. Now there is no chance for her to finish writing up the proposal to her new novel by morning.
"It was an impossible task," said the other girl. "You were so deep in sleep Kyou thought you were in a coma," she smiled. "But don't worry. I know Aya-chan can finish the work. Look, I brought you some hot tea. Drink it. You'll feel better."
"Thanks," smiled Aya. It was probably her fault anyway. Afterall, she hadn't slept a wink yesterday and only four hours the day before. As the hot tea took its toll, Aya noticed that Rika was dressed in a pair of her pyjamas. She was still groggy from the long nap, but nonetheless she took the wrong turn the path of free association, and gasped audibly.
"Are you - and Kyou - it's one in the morning - pyjamas?" Aya blurted. The accused immediately blushed crimson, and threw her slipper at Aya.
"You are so dirty! Stupid Aya-chan. My mom told me to stay the night because I missed the train!"
"Oh, that's what you say," Aya grinned mischievously. "Maybe that's why I was sound asleep for so long. Did you guys drug me in the bento or something?" At this point Rika only giggled and walked right out of the room, so to avoid any further taunting from her boyfriend's sister.
Aya settled down in front of her laptop and grinned. Finally, she thought. Took them long enough to be engaged in a relationship. But enough of the sappy stuff - there's the proposal to think of. The daily column at a local teenage magazine has won her rave reviews, and the editor-in-chief, Hamazaki, had graciously asked Aya to start a story based on anything and any timeline she wants. To his generosity Kyou concluded that the 30-year- old had taken a fancy to his teenage sister, a comment which Aya found humorous and Rika deemed horrific.
But fancy or not, Hamazaki was a tough editor. Unlike other magazines, he made Aya write proposals for her work, which left her little time to do much else. Not to mention her guest column at the school paper and the much dreaded term exam that is coming up in a few weeks. She has been skipping so many classes - it's a miracle that the teacher actually remembered her name. And she's got her hands full with the new novel, a love story set in 19th century Japan. She just didn't have any luck on getting the information she needed. Yukino and Arima gave her some background information on the era, but it just wasn't enough. The lifestyles of 19th century geisha girls and soldiers just weren't in their study guides.
Perhaps it was the dark of the night. Or the moon. But for all that matters, Aya was struck by an absolutely stroke of sheer intellectual brainwave. Why hadn't she thought of this sooner? If there was a term that is "teenagers of the night life", it has to be him.
I am a genius, Aya grinned.
*****
"You want me to do what?" The handsome, fair-haired boy practically screamed when he heard Aya. She ignored the suspicious glances around the student cafeteria and said her request once again.
Asaba Hideaki slumped in his chair. "Sawada - I didn't know that it is a the equivalent to trouble. You know I can't do that!"
"Yes you can," insisted Aya. It's not going well, she thought. She ought to push it or Asaba will never oblige. That's it.
"Of course you can. Are you afraid that I am going to uncover some deadly secrets of yours? Or is it that you don't know your way around the entertainment district as well as you claimed to be?"
Poor Asaba was lured into the trap right away. "I don't have any secrets that I can't tell my Arima-kun. And how dare you - you said that I didn't know my way around??!! I will not be insulted," he bellowed and rose out of his chair. "In fact, we shall skip class and go there right now."
He's too easy, Aya mused as she followed him out of the cafeteria.
*****
The two arrived in front of a peaceful looking restaurant. "Kaoru" or so it was called. The kanji was scribbled in a fiercely liberal calligraphy on a sign made of dark maple beside the grand entrance. Compared to the other shops in this district of the prefecture, this one stood out above the rest. Asaba went in, followed by Aya, and the two were immediately greeted by a warm scent of lavender and sweet wine.
"Hideaki-kun!" A young, pretty receptionist in a smart suit rushed out from behind a cluster of chinese lanterns and grabbed Asaba's arm. "It's been such along time since you came for a visit. You didn't forget about us now, did you?"
Asaba didn't miss the chance to turn on his famous/infamous charms. It was practically oozing out of him. "Yes, I missed you too, Chise-chan," he winked, causing the young thing to swoon. Aya had to clamp her hand on her mouth in order to stifle a chuckle.
As the receptionist pointed the two to their way, she threw a somewhat absent-minded glance at Aya. Unconsciously the latter straightened her back and tilted up her chin. Asaba saw the exchange in greeting and smiled knowingly to himself.
They walked down the dimmed corridor in silence. Aya decided to break the ice and cleared her throat.
"She's cute," she said in a whisper, intimidated by her surroundings.
"You too," Asaba said, without missing a beat.
If he had been looking at her he would have saw her blush a crimson red. Aya knew that it was just a casual comment for him. But besides her family, Rika, and strangely, Tsubaki, no one has ever said
or even hinted that she's desirable as a girl. No wonder he's popular among girls. It's natural to him, she thought.
All of a sudden Asaba stopped dead in his tracks. "Are you sure you want to do this? For your information, we are in a bar, or very high- classed pub. We can back out now if you want," he turned to her, a concerned look on his handsome face.
Aya was touched by this but not moved. "I told you, it's for a project. I have to do this."
Seeing that she's firm in her decision, Asaba nodded. He doesn't know her well enough, but Aya had earned herself the reputation of being very stubborn. If she wants to head towards trouble, quite frankly, his efforts would be vain. They walked on again.
Asaba stopped once more and this time he turned to face his female companion. "And Rika knows about this?"
"Hell yeah," Aya said through a smile. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that she was not telling the truth. Asaba sighed and continued to venture down the hall, contemplating on the trouble that he would come to face when the others know about this.
*****
In her History classroom, Rika sneezed.
*****
Note: You are welcome to give me any comments - feel free to praise or flame. And please note that there has never been a character in KKnJ called Yoshiro. He is simply a creation for the fiction.
Thank you.
http://906.procrastination.ws OR mail to: panpan2spcs@yahoo.com