(NOTE: This is my first crossover fic. If you're looking for the usual anime pairings and plot, then don't bother reading this. I just toss the characters around like Caesar's salad and pour the mayo when I see fit. No flames or unnecessary comments please---this is MY FIC and I write it the way I feel like it and before you shoot out anything, Yanagi here is Sakoshita Yanagi from FOR, not me. I just happened to have the same name.Don't choke on my story, it's not for those suffering heartburn.)
Standard disclaimers apply...am too lazy to add more of my own I have enough trouble writing this fic y'know.)
Glass Hearts, Crystal Tears
Yanagi woke up to the shrill ringing of her alarm clock. Lazily, she pushed away the thick woolen comforter that encased her slender frame like a cocoon.
"Grmmphh..." she mumbled half-asleep. "Why did I set that darn clock so early? I must be having a screw loose of some sort."
The pretty chestnut-haired girl wriggled complainingly, struggling to pull herself out of the comfy bed. Through bleary eyes, she reached out to shut off the clock on her nightstand.
"Now where's that calendar," she grumbled drowsily, rummaging through the cluttered bureau for her daily reminder book. Finally, long, slim hands came in contact with the soft, buttery leather of the tiny book.
"Masaka! Today's supposed to be my first day of school? How in the world could I have overlooked this? Yare, yare..."
Hurriedly, she threw together her school stuff in a brown satchel, grabbed a couple of towels and headed for the bathroom. In 15 minutes flat, a slighlty damp but fresh and clean Yanagi emerged from the room, all dressed up in her new school uniform.
"Nice outfit sis," a teasing voice greeted her as she entered the warm yellow and white kitchen. Yellow. Her mom was always a sucker for pastels, Yanagi mused to herself. She turned her attention at the figure buried behind a newspaper, seated comfortably in the kitchen table.
"If you'd taken time to actually look at me, you'd have never said that," she retorted while grabbing a piece of toast from the platter and smearing it with orange jelly.
Soujiro looked up from his morning news and stared, quite amusingly, at his younger sister--- well, half sister anyway but it didn't really matter. She was a lot closer to him than any of his relatives all lumped together and she did resemble him a bit with that child-like features of hers that would probably take centuries to wrinkle.
"What's that rag you're wearing," he pointed at the long, forest green scarf carefully knotted underneath his sister's neatly pressed blouse.
"This rag you're so tactfully referring too," Yanagi explained prissily as if SHE were the older sibing, "is more commonly known as a scarf brother dear, unless you have forgotten what a scarf looks like considering your most uncommon taste in clothing."
Soujiro examined his own outfit--- a light blue shirt and worn-out dungarees that would have kept falling down his hips were it not for the piece of rope which he used as a belt. To top it all off, he was wearing a pair of wooden sandals, the straps consisting of different pieces of colored cloth which he used to tie and retie the ends together.
"Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Do I look awful in it?"
Yanagi merely shook her head. She really didn't know how to answer that question. When Soujiro threw questions like that you're way, you're required to think at least three times before you could cough up a good comeback. It was, after all, a well-known fact that even if her brother wore a gunny sack, nobody would even bother to notice for they would all be too busy gawking at his flawless face. Her brother, she thought diffidently, had a certain innocent look about him that gave his over-all boyish looks an irresistible quality that even she had to admit was way beyond the word "beautiful." And as if Kami-sama was not satisfied when he created Soujiro, He gave the guy BRAINS. Yes, a rare commodity in most men nowadays. But Soujiro didn't merely have brains. He had it in such abundance that teachers in school aim to please him and not the other way around. PLUS, and this is far too much, even for her own brother whom she loved dearly, Soujiro had CHARM. Charm--- a four-letter word that no amount of money could buy and no amount of practice could perfect. Charm was inborn, inherent. Charm was Soujiro's P.H.D. Naturally, at this point, Yanagi thought it best not to anymore answer her brother's question lest she would wind up making a complete idiot of herself. Never answer the obvious, was her shield against Soujiro's taunts.
Soujiro eyed his sister with undisguised amusement. She was so predictable it really cracked him up to watch her fidget and grope for a good comeback. She was too naive, Soujiro assessed, and much to cautious. She doesn't like to be caught unarmed in a verbal tussle but she usually winds up being hit from all sides. Well, that's Yanagi for you. She's so concerned about what others are thinking she winds up revealing every little emotion that's passing through her. Feeling a little sorry for once again jumbling his sister's thoughts, Soujiro made a little peace offering to Yanagi.
"Need a lift sis?"
"I don't know..." Yanagi trailed off suspiciously. What's he up to now? Is he kidding me, Yanagi thought to herself. Soujiro was a college stude and it was the unwritten law that college studes NEVER, EVER dare to mingle with the high school pack. It was a social blunder of the worst degree. But then, he's not just any other college snob---he was her brother. Darn! It's really hard trying to read what's going on in that devious mind of his.
"Why not? Is your boyfriend picking you up?"
"Nani? Oniisan, you nut! You know very well I DON"T HAVE a boyfriend," Yanagi ranted at a grinning Soujiro. "I bet it'd snow in July first before any guy would even come up to me," she mumbled.
"Awww c'mon sis, you're not that bad. Well, maybe you could be a little less uptight. Guys don't like girsl that act prissy all the time."
"You heard me?!"
"Loud and clear."
"How?"
"Secret."
"Tell me."
"Do you really need to know?"
"Yes! I mean, no, not really...oh...damn you're impossible oniisan."
"So are you going to let me give you a lift or not?" Suddenly, thoughts of her new school entered Yanagi's mind in a flurry of images. She was going to be the "new girl" and that only translated into one thing--- the butt of all school jokes. Being the new girl meant being a sacrificial lamb, a pawn in the hands of merciless snobs who would make her go through the most embarrassing initiation rites in order to find out if she measured up to their expectations. A sick feeling crawled all over her, like nausea of some sort. Maybe it would indeed be a good thing to have her sensational brother along and at least make the "right" impression even if it would be only temporary. Besides, he was in a particularly generous mood this morning and that should be taken advantage of.
"Ok, you can drop me off. Just don't say anything to anyone who comes up onegai?" she implored, her brown eyes holding his dark ones.
Soujiro smiled gently at his sister. She was such a baby sometimes. No wonder he couldn't let her loose in that snooty school all by herself. Yanagi didn't really know it but her naivete ways was her main attraction and high school wolves are quick to sniff the scent of new conquest, especially someone so sweet as his sister.
"Daijoubo, I'm not that bad. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut. Now let's go."
Standard disclaimers apply...am too lazy to add more of my own I have enough trouble writing this fic y'know.)
Glass Hearts, Crystal Tears
Yanagi woke up to the shrill ringing of her alarm clock. Lazily, she pushed away the thick woolen comforter that encased her slender frame like a cocoon.
"Grmmphh..." she mumbled half-asleep. "Why did I set that darn clock so early? I must be having a screw loose of some sort."
The pretty chestnut-haired girl wriggled complainingly, struggling to pull herself out of the comfy bed. Through bleary eyes, she reached out to shut off the clock on her nightstand.
"Now where's that calendar," she grumbled drowsily, rummaging through the cluttered bureau for her daily reminder book. Finally, long, slim hands came in contact with the soft, buttery leather of the tiny book.
"Masaka! Today's supposed to be my first day of school? How in the world could I have overlooked this? Yare, yare..."
Hurriedly, she threw together her school stuff in a brown satchel, grabbed a couple of towels and headed for the bathroom. In 15 minutes flat, a slighlty damp but fresh and clean Yanagi emerged from the room, all dressed up in her new school uniform.
"Nice outfit sis," a teasing voice greeted her as she entered the warm yellow and white kitchen. Yellow. Her mom was always a sucker for pastels, Yanagi mused to herself. She turned her attention at the figure buried behind a newspaper, seated comfortably in the kitchen table.
"If you'd taken time to actually look at me, you'd have never said that," she retorted while grabbing a piece of toast from the platter and smearing it with orange jelly.
Soujiro looked up from his morning news and stared, quite amusingly, at his younger sister--- well, half sister anyway but it didn't really matter. She was a lot closer to him than any of his relatives all lumped together and she did resemble him a bit with that child-like features of hers that would probably take centuries to wrinkle.
"What's that rag you're wearing," he pointed at the long, forest green scarf carefully knotted underneath his sister's neatly pressed blouse.
"This rag you're so tactfully referring too," Yanagi explained prissily as if SHE were the older sibing, "is more commonly known as a scarf brother dear, unless you have forgotten what a scarf looks like considering your most uncommon taste in clothing."
Soujiro examined his own outfit--- a light blue shirt and worn-out dungarees that would have kept falling down his hips were it not for the piece of rope which he used as a belt. To top it all off, he was wearing a pair of wooden sandals, the straps consisting of different pieces of colored cloth which he used to tie and retie the ends together.
"Why? What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Do I look awful in it?"
Yanagi merely shook her head. She really didn't know how to answer that question. When Soujiro threw questions like that you're way, you're required to think at least three times before you could cough up a good comeback. It was, after all, a well-known fact that even if her brother wore a gunny sack, nobody would even bother to notice for they would all be too busy gawking at his flawless face. Her brother, she thought diffidently, had a certain innocent look about him that gave his over-all boyish looks an irresistible quality that even she had to admit was way beyond the word "beautiful." And as if Kami-sama was not satisfied when he created Soujiro, He gave the guy BRAINS. Yes, a rare commodity in most men nowadays. But Soujiro didn't merely have brains. He had it in such abundance that teachers in school aim to please him and not the other way around. PLUS, and this is far too much, even for her own brother whom she loved dearly, Soujiro had CHARM. Charm--- a four-letter word that no amount of money could buy and no amount of practice could perfect. Charm was inborn, inherent. Charm was Soujiro's P.H.D. Naturally, at this point, Yanagi thought it best not to anymore answer her brother's question lest she would wind up making a complete idiot of herself. Never answer the obvious, was her shield against Soujiro's taunts.
Soujiro eyed his sister with undisguised amusement. She was so predictable it really cracked him up to watch her fidget and grope for a good comeback. She was too naive, Soujiro assessed, and much to cautious. She doesn't like to be caught unarmed in a verbal tussle but she usually winds up being hit from all sides. Well, that's Yanagi for you. She's so concerned about what others are thinking she winds up revealing every little emotion that's passing through her. Feeling a little sorry for once again jumbling his sister's thoughts, Soujiro made a little peace offering to Yanagi.
"Need a lift sis?"
"I don't know..." Yanagi trailed off suspiciously. What's he up to now? Is he kidding me, Yanagi thought to herself. Soujiro was a college stude and it was the unwritten law that college studes NEVER, EVER dare to mingle with the high school pack. It was a social blunder of the worst degree. But then, he's not just any other college snob---he was her brother. Darn! It's really hard trying to read what's going on in that devious mind of his.
"Why not? Is your boyfriend picking you up?"
"Nani? Oniisan, you nut! You know very well I DON"T HAVE a boyfriend," Yanagi ranted at a grinning Soujiro. "I bet it'd snow in July first before any guy would even come up to me," she mumbled.
"Awww c'mon sis, you're not that bad. Well, maybe you could be a little less uptight. Guys don't like girsl that act prissy all the time."
"You heard me?!"
"Loud and clear."
"How?"
"Secret."
"Tell me."
"Do you really need to know?"
"Yes! I mean, no, not really...oh...damn you're impossible oniisan."
"So are you going to let me give you a lift or not?" Suddenly, thoughts of her new school entered Yanagi's mind in a flurry of images. She was going to be the "new girl" and that only translated into one thing--- the butt of all school jokes. Being the new girl meant being a sacrificial lamb, a pawn in the hands of merciless snobs who would make her go through the most embarrassing initiation rites in order to find out if she measured up to their expectations. A sick feeling crawled all over her, like nausea of some sort. Maybe it would indeed be a good thing to have her sensational brother along and at least make the "right" impression even if it would be only temporary. Besides, he was in a particularly generous mood this morning and that should be taken advantage of.
"Ok, you can drop me off. Just don't say anything to anyone who comes up onegai?" she implored, her brown eyes holding his dark ones.
Soujiro smiled gently at his sister. She was such a baby sometimes. No wonder he couldn't let her loose in that snooty school all by herself. Yanagi didn't really know it but her naivete ways was her main attraction and high school wolves are quick to sniff the scent of new conquest, especially someone so sweet as his sister.
"Daijoubo, I'm not that bad. I promise I'll keep my mouth shut. Now let's go."