Ok, I know my chapters aren't that long, but I'm trying to make them
longer. . . Anyway, thanks to all the reviewers for reviewing the second
chapter!
Chapter Three
~At School~
Nagi stumbled into his first class of the day, blinking tiredly. Kami-sama, it feels like someone messed around with my head, he thought. Maybe I had bad dreams last night?
He saw Omi, looking thoughtful, sitting in his seat. Nagi blushed slightly-he couldn't help it!-and looked away. The night before, he had been thinking of Omi, a lot more than he should have been.
Nagi sat down at his desk and thought for the few minutes left before school started. Why is it that every time I look or think of him I start feeling self-conscious and start to blush? Do. . . do I really like him that much? I want him as a friend. . . But. . . I can't! He's Weiß! And he acts like he hates me; he's always so cold, well, at least to me. . .
"All right class! Hajimemasho(let's begin)!" the sensei announced cheerfully.
Halfway through class, Nagi felt someone watching him. When he looked around, though, no one looked liked they had even glanced his way.
Throughout the first couple of classes that he had, Nagi knew someone was watching him. In the second class of the day, Nagi thought he saw Omi looking at him, but as soon as he turned, Omi ignored him and wasn't even paying any attention at all to him.
In all the classes before lunch, Nagi caught Omi looking or staring at him. Several times he saw Omi visibly start and blush when Nagi caught him staring. Nagi was uncomfortable and nervous, understandably. He couldn't understand why Omi kept looking at him and he didn't like people staring at him a lot. It reminded him of Farfarello. . .Nagi shivered. Then he smiled slightly, thinking of how cute Omi was when he blushed.
"Nagi-kun?" Omi waved a hand in front of Nagi's face.
"Ah. . . ? Hai?" Nagi started; he had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts and hadn't been paying too much attention to what the teacher was talking about.
"Were you listening? The sensei said she wanted us to partner up to do an assignment. She told me to go with you since you showed me around."
"Oh. . ." Nagi faltered, wondering what they were supposed to do.
"Okay, listen up!" Sensei said. "I want you and your partner to live at each other's house for one week. You and your partner will go to your house for one week, then to your partner's house for one week. You HAVE to do this, no excuses. It's a HUGE part of your grade." Sensei smirked, hearing more than one person groan.
"Why do we have to do this?" a student called out.
"It will help you see different people's way of life and their views. This IS writing class, after all," Sensei said. "You will start two days from mow, that means you better be packed and at either your or your partner's house the day after tomorrow. I don't care if your parents complain; you WILL do this!"
"What if we can't?" a voice whined.
"YOU WILL FLUNK THIS CLASS AND YOU WILL NEVER GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL, SO DO THIS ASSIGNMENT AND BE QUIET!!!!" Sensei roared.
Total silence. Then the class erupted in noise.
Nagi and Omi stared at each other in panic.
"They are NOT going to like this," Omi said quietly.
"No, they aren't," Nagi agreed.
The class eventually settled down, and Sensei passed out a paper telling the parents of the assignment. She dismissed the class right afterwards; now it was lunchtime.
"Nagi-kun!"
Nagi turned; he had just been about to leave the classroom. Omi ran up to him, a piece of paper with writing on it in his hand.
"Here," he said, handing the paper to Nagi. "It's our phone number and my e-mail. We'll have to talk and figure out something; Oracle and Aya- kun won't like this at all."
Nagi ripped a small piece of paper from a folder and scribbled his e- mail and Schwarz's phone number. He gave it to Omi when he was done, then turned to leave again.
"Nagi-kun. . ." Omi hesitated.
Nagi looked over his shoulder. "Nani, Omi-kun?"
". . .nandemo nai (it's nothing)," Omi said, blushing as he remembered the note and gifts. I don't want to ask him that, even if the others get mad at me, he thought.
Nagi looked away for a moment, thinking about how Omi was kawaii, then furiously blushing himself, then asked shyly, "Want to have lunch with me?"
"Ah?" Omi looked briefly startled, then consented. ". . .all right."
Nagi smiled, and Omi blinked in surprised; he had never seen Nagi smile like that before.
"Well, let's go then," Omi said, leading the way out of the classroom.
"Hai."
The rest of the day passed without any more surprises, thankfully. Then came the time to go home. . .and face. . .their teammates.
-Telling Schwarz-
Nagi didn't say anything about the writing class's assignment when he got home. He immediately went to his room to finish his shukudai (homework). When he got to his room though, he was thinking about Omi; he didn't seem as cold as before; maybe it was the assignment, though. . .
Schuldig grinned when he saw Nagi was thinking of Omi, but then frowned. Omi didn't say a word about the note! He didn't want Nagi to know it was him, but it would be funny to see how everyone reacted. Maybe I should do this everyday; it will get interesting soon, I know it, Schuldig thought. I'd especially give a lot to see Brad-Mr.-stick-up-ass- Crawford and Abyssinian's faces. He grinned, imagining it. He quickly began to plan. . .
~A few hours later~
Nagi shuffled to the kitchen, a paper in his hand. He grabbed a pair of hashi (chopsticks), a container of food that Crawford had gotten for each of them, and sat down at the table, where Crawford was sitting. Schuldig was watching TV and eating, and Farfarello was cutting his arm while eating pieces of food with his hand.
Nagi gave Crawford the paper, saying, "It's for school, I HAVE to do it."
Crawford scanned the paper, narrowing his eyes. "You can't have someone over here for a week, Nagi."
Schuldig and Farfarello stopped what they were doing and looked up in interest.
"Crawford, I have to do this, it's required. Anyway, if I don't do it, I'll never graduate high school, do you want that?" Nagi asked him.
"Who's this partner of yours?" Crawford asked Nagi.
"I know you won't like this, but the sensei paired us up; it's not my fault. My partner is Tsukiyono Omi, also known as Bombay." Nagi said nervously, dreading the reactions.
"WHAT!?"
Nagi winced. "Just let us do our work so I can finish school, please?" he pleaded.
After a while of calming down, persuasion, and incredulity from Schuldig, Crawford agreed to let the project go on, but on certain terms. Nagi sighed in relief and floated the phone over to him to call Omi.
-Telling Weiß-
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Aya picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi."
"May I please speak to Omi-kun?" a boy asked, sounding familiar to Aya.
"Hold on a minute," Aya told the boy. "Omi! You have someone for you on the phone."
Earlier that day, when Omi got home from school, the other members of Weiß asked about Nagi and the notes, but Omi had said he just couldn't ask him.
"Moshi moshi?" Omi spoke into the phone. "You got his permission? Great, Nagi-kun! I'm haven't yet. . .but I was just going to!
Nagi-kun?! Aya froze. He glanced at Omi, who gulped and said a hasty goodbye to Nagi. "Why was the Schwarz boy calling you?" Aya asked ominously.
"Eeto. . ." Omi sheepishly scratched his head and took out a folded paper from his short's pocket. He handed it to Aya, who read it.
"What is this?!"
"We have to do this project for writing class, and the teacher paired up Nagi and me; it wasn't our choice. . .
"WHAT IS THIS?!"
Looks like Aya won't accept that as an answer. . .Omi thought as he tried to explain. All the shouting attracted the attention of Yohji and Ken, who wanted to know what was going on. Omi sighed in exasperation. This was going to take a while.
Omi e-mailed Nagi later that night, telling him he finally got Weiß to agree also. It helped calm Aya down when Yohji said that they could ask Nagi about the notes themselves. They agreed to discuss whose house to go to first among other things, tomorrow at school.
Omi rubbed his eyes and yawned. Nemui desu nee (I'm sleepy). . .he thought sleepily. He climbed into bed, not expecting anything in the morning.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Farfarello played with one of his knives as he watched Schuldig preparing everything for Weiß again. He didn't want anyone with Omi. Omi was going to be his, and no one else's.
End Chapter Three
Review please!! Since you like my story oh so much! An interesting thing I learned from my Sensei: In Japan, school ends in March, and starts in April. Weird, huh? Anyway, Misura: The rest of Weiß got something similar to Omi's gift. You can't expect Schu to drive all over to place to get gifts, can ya? REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Chapter Three
~At School~
Nagi stumbled into his first class of the day, blinking tiredly. Kami-sama, it feels like someone messed around with my head, he thought. Maybe I had bad dreams last night?
He saw Omi, looking thoughtful, sitting in his seat. Nagi blushed slightly-he couldn't help it!-and looked away. The night before, he had been thinking of Omi, a lot more than he should have been.
Nagi sat down at his desk and thought for the few minutes left before school started. Why is it that every time I look or think of him I start feeling self-conscious and start to blush? Do. . . do I really like him that much? I want him as a friend. . . But. . . I can't! He's Weiß! And he acts like he hates me; he's always so cold, well, at least to me. . .
"All right class! Hajimemasho(let's begin)!" the sensei announced cheerfully.
Halfway through class, Nagi felt someone watching him. When he looked around, though, no one looked liked they had even glanced his way.
Throughout the first couple of classes that he had, Nagi knew someone was watching him. In the second class of the day, Nagi thought he saw Omi looking at him, but as soon as he turned, Omi ignored him and wasn't even paying any attention at all to him.
In all the classes before lunch, Nagi caught Omi looking or staring at him. Several times he saw Omi visibly start and blush when Nagi caught him staring. Nagi was uncomfortable and nervous, understandably. He couldn't understand why Omi kept looking at him and he didn't like people staring at him a lot. It reminded him of Farfarello. . .Nagi shivered. Then he smiled slightly, thinking of how cute Omi was when he blushed.
"Nagi-kun?" Omi waved a hand in front of Nagi's face.
"Ah. . . ? Hai?" Nagi started; he had been too wrapped up in his own thoughts and hadn't been paying too much attention to what the teacher was talking about.
"Were you listening? The sensei said she wanted us to partner up to do an assignment. She told me to go with you since you showed me around."
"Oh. . ." Nagi faltered, wondering what they were supposed to do.
"Okay, listen up!" Sensei said. "I want you and your partner to live at each other's house for one week. You and your partner will go to your house for one week, then to your partner's house for one week. You HAVE to do this, no excuses. It's a HUGE part of your grade." Sensei smirked, hearing more than one person groan.
"Why do we have to do this?" a student called out.
"It will help you see different people's way of life and their views. This IS writing class, after all," Sensei said. "You will start two days from mow, that means you better be packed and at either your or your partner's house the day after tomorrow. I don't care if your parents complain; you WILL do this!"
"What if we can't?" a voice whined.
"YOU WILL FLUNK THIS CLASS AND YOU WILL NEVER GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL, SO DO THIS ASSIGNMENT AND BE QUIET!!!!" Sensei roared.
Total silence. Then the class erupted in noise.
Nagi and Omi stared at each other in panic.
"They are NOT going to like this," Omi said quietly.
"No, they aren't," Nagi agreed.
The class eventually settled down, and Sensei passed out a paper telling the parents of the assignment. She dismissed the class right afterwards; now it was lunchtime.
"Nagi-kun!"
Nagi turned; he had just been about to leave the classroom. Omi ran up to him, a piece of paper with writing on it in his hand.
"Here," he said, handing the paper to Nagi. "It's our phone number and my e-mail. We'll have to talk and figure out something; Oracle and Aya- kun won't like this at all."
Nagi ripped a small piece of paper from a folder and scribbled his e- mail and Schwarz's phone number. He gave it to Omi when he was done, then turned to leave again.
"Nagi-kun. . ." Omi hesitated.
Nagi looked over his shoulder. "Nani, Omi-kun?"
". . .nandemo nai (it's nothing)," Omi said, blushing as he remembered the note and gifts. I don't want to ask him that, even if the others get mad at me, he thought.
Nagi looked away for a moment, thinking about how Omi was kawaii, then furiously blushing himself, then asked shyly, "Want to have lunch with me?"
"Ah?" Omi looked briefly startled, then consented. ". . .all right."
Nagi smiled, and Omi blinked in surprised; he had never seen Nagi smile like that before.
"Well, let's go then," Omi said, leading the way out of the classroom.
"Hai."
The rest of the day passed without any more surprises, thankfully. Then came the time to go home. . .and face. . .their teammates.
-Telling Schwarz-
Nagi didn't say anything about the writing class's assignment when he got home. He immediately went to his room to finish his shukudai (homework). When he got to his room though, he was thinking about Omi; he didn't seem as cold as before; maybe it was the assignment, though. . .
Schuldig grinned when he saw Nagi was thinking of Omi, but then frowned. Omi didn't say a word about the note! He didn't want Nagi to know it was him, but it would be funny to see how everyone reacted. Maybe I should do this everyday; it will get interesting soon, I know it, Schuldig thought. I'd especially give a lot to see Brad-Mr.-stick-up-ass- Crawford and Abyssinian's faces. He grinned, imagining it. He quickly began to plan. . .
~A few hours later~
Nagi shuffled to the kitchen, a paper in his hand. He grabbed a pair of hashi (chopsticks), a container of food that Crawford had gotten for each of them, and sat down at the table, where Crawford was sitting. Schuldig was watching TV and eating, and Farfarello was cutting his arm while eating pieces of food with his hand.
Nagi gave Crawford the paper, saying, "It's for school, I HAVE to do it."
Crawford scanned the paper, narrowing his eyes. "You can't have someone over here for a week, Nagi."
Schuldig and Farfarello stopped what they were doing and looked up in interest.
"Crawford, I have to do this, it's required. Anyway, if I don't do it, I'll never graduate high school, do you want that?" Nagi asked him.
"Who's this partner of yours?" Crawford asked Nagi.
"I know you won't like this, but the sensei paired us up; it's not my fault. My partner is Tsukiyono Omi, also known as Bombay." Nagi said nervously, dreading the reactions.
"WHAT!?"
Nagi winced. "Just let us do our work so I can finish school, please?" he pleaded.
After a while of calming down, persuasion, and incredulity from Schuldig, Crawford agreed to let the project go on, but on certain terms. Nagi sighed in relief and floated the phone over to him to call Omi.
-Telling Weiß-
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Aya picked up the phone. "Moshi moshi."
"May I please speak to Omi-kun?" a boy asked, sounding familiar to Aya.
"Hold on a minute," Aya told the boy. "Omi! You have someone for you on the phone."
Earlier that day, when Omi got home from school, the other members of Weiß asked about Nagi and the notes, but Omi had said he just couldn't ask him.
"Moshi moshi?" Omi spoke into the phone. "You got his permission? Great, Nagi-kun! I'm haven't yet. . .but I was just going to!
Nagi-kun?! Aya froze. He glanced at Omi, who gulped and said a hasty goodbye to Nagi. "Why was the Schwarz boy calling you?" Aya asked ominously.
"Eeto. . ." Omi sheepishly scratched his head and took out a folded paper from his short's pocket. He handed it to Aya, who read it.
"What is this?!"
"We have to do this project for writing class, and the teacher paired up Nagi and me; it wasn't our choice. . .
"WHAT IS THIS?!"
Looks like Aya won't accept that as an answer. . .Omi thought as he tried to explain. All the shouting attracted the attention of Yohji and Ken, who wanted to know what was going on. Omi sighed in exasperation. This was going to take a while.
Omi e-mailed Nagi later that night, telling him he finally got Weiß to agree also. It helped calm Aya down when Yohji said that they could ask Nagi about the notes themselves. They agreed to discuss whose house to go to first among other things, tomorrow at school.
Omi rubbed his eyes and yawned. Nemui desu nee (I'm sleepy). . .he thought sleepily. He climbed into bed, not expecting anything in the morning.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Farfarello played with one of his knives as he watched Schuldig preparing everything for Weiß again. He didn't want anyone with Omi. Omi was going to be his, and no one else's.
End Chapter Three
Review please!! Since you like my story oh so much! An interesting thing I learned from my Sensei: In Japan, school ends in March, and starts in April. Weird, huh? Anyway, Misura: The rest of Weiß got something similar to Omi's gift. You can't expect Schu to drive all over to place to get gifts, can ya? REVIEW!!!!!!!!
