Gah, Hashi means chopsticks? .o.O who ever knew?
:: chapter 3 ::
Chihiro slammed her locker shut. She hoisted her backpack upon her back. Meekly, she waved to a few girls passing down the hall, trying to get Chihiro's attention. She watched as the group of girls bounded off, ecstatic that they gained some attention from Chihiro.
She waved goodbye to Miki and Aiko. Impatiently, she looked at her watch. Where was Hashi?
"Hey."
"AUGH!" Chihiro jumped up and around before she noticed that it was Hashi that had tapped her on the shoulder. "You scared me, Hashi!"
Hashi grinned a bright white grin. Chihiro could swear that his teeth almost twinkled. "Gomen. My lock was stuck, so I was kind of delayed."
He offered his arm to Chihiro in the way French aristocrats did in the 14th century. "Shall we go, Lady Chihiro?"
Chihiro giggled. "My, my, what a gentleman, Hashi." She slipped her hand onto Hashi's arm and pretended to walk in high heels.
A group of boys sat under a tall maple tree on the school yard. One suddenly pointed a finger across the schoolyard. They could see Chihiro and Hashi walking hand in hand, giggling merrily.
"How did Takahashi get Chihiro so quickly?"
"It never worked for us!"
A short, scrawny brown-haired boy sighed. "I guess we just don't have this kind of luck. Anyways, got to go, I'm gonna be late for work."
"Bye," came many monotonous voices, sullen from seeing Chihiro with someone other than themselves.
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Chihiro groaned, slapping the history book shut. "I swear, Maruimoto is the spawn of the devil! We just had our test, and tomorrow we have a quiz? He's pure evil!"
Hashi stopped biting the end of his pencil momentarily. "I agree. I mean, I'm only here for one day, and look at all the homework I've got!"
Chihiro glanced at her watch. "It's five! I've got to be home by six."
Hashi slid his books into his backpack. "Let's go get some ice cream. After all, I did promise you."
"Nah, it's alright."
"No, no, I insist." Hashi flashed another of his bright smiles.
Chihiro rolled her eyes in defeat. "All right, all right. You win. Let's go." She grinned. "Your treat?"
Hashi grinned too, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. "Duh."
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Hashi peered up at the bright, neon orange sigh above a glass door. "Little Kawaii? What kind of a store name is this?"
Chihiro smiled and pulled Hashi in. "Trust me, this restaurant's really good."
Hashi grumbled. "I'm losing my masculinity here, going into a little cutesy restaurant called Kawaii."
Chihiro put on her innocent look. "Masculinity? You don't have any!"
"WHA.?"
Using that chance, Chihiro pushed Hashi through the door.
Once they got in, Hashi had to admit that Little Kawaii wasn't such a bad restaurant. The walls were painted a cool blue color, and the furniture was very modern looking. Soft, new age music echoed in the background, and soft conversation from teenagers flooded the room. "Alright, so it's not that bad a place."
"Told ya."
They settled in a booth next to a curtained window. Chihiro picked up a menu and bit her lip. "What do you want, Hashi?"
Hashi pondered a bit. He looked over the menu. Boba? Strawberry snow bubble? Where were those starbucks cappuccinos he knew so well?
Chihiro glanced at Hashi's puzzled look. "Er, I'm going to order the mango snow bubble. Do you want one too?"
Hashi breathed a sigh of relief. "Uh, yeah, I've tried those before. They're really nice and warm and. . ."
"Hashi, snow bubbles are cold."
Hashi sweatdropped. "I knew that."
"Sure you did." Chihiro giggled. "If you don't know what to order, just say so."
"I think I'll order now." Hashi waved a hand in the air. "Two mango snowbubbles, please."
Chihiro smiled at the waiter. "Hey, Sato, what's up? I didn't know you worked here."
The small, skinny brunette boy turned slightly red. "Oh, . . . uh, I'll get your snowbubbles."
Chihiro shrugged. "Dunno what's his problem, always been a bit shy, I suppose."
Their drinks soon arrived. Chihiro and Hashi sipped their drinks. Suddenly, Hashi slapped his drink down.
"Uh . . . Hashi?"
Hashi blushed a bit. "I'm sorry if this is a bit sudden, Chihiro, but . . . I'm not used to bottling up my feelings very well."
"Hashi?"
"Uh, well, you see, ever since I saw you this morning, I've been . . . enthralled."
"What?"
"I . . . Like you." Hashi paused, taking a sip of his drink. His blush faded, and he turned himself back into the cool, casual Hashi Chihiro had known. "You're just really funny, nice, and . . . intelligent. And all."
". . ."
Hashi rubbed his temple a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry that this is sudden and all . . . gomen nasai . . ."
Chihiro sat in a state of shock. So this wasn't just a normal friendship, Hashi wanted more. No, she can't, she couldn't, what would Haku think . . .
Those voices that appeared on Chihiro's birthday suddenly rang up again. "Remember Haku, your promi . . ." The angelic voice died out with an anguished moan.
The devilish voice chuckled. "Ah, forget her. I took care of it. Haku hasn't seen you for five years! He's probably not going to start now!"
Chihiro hated to admit that the devilish voice had a point.
"And after all, on your birthday, you said that you might try to forget about Haku this year."
Yes, so she did. She did say that to herself on her birthday . . .
"Hashi . . ."
Hashi looked uncomfortable. "I'm sorry Chihiro . . . I'll . . . go now."
Chihiro caught the edge of Hashi's blazer as started walking. He stumbled backwards, spilling some juice over himself. "Wha . . ."
Chihiro's grinning face was what he saw as he turned around. "No, Hashi, stay! I . . . well, let's try this out. Maybe it'll work!"
Hashi grinned. "Great!" He got down on his knees, offering a hand to Chihiro. "Shall we go, Ms. Ogino?"
Chihiro daintily placed her hand into his, primly getting up from her seat. "Yes, servant!"
The two walked out, laughing merrily. Sullenly, Sato glanced after them. "Darn . . . I guess guys like me never get the girls."
Arm in arm, Chihiro and Hashi walked off into the setting sun.
:: chapter 3 ::
Chihiro slammed her locker shut. She hoisted her backpack upon her back. Meekly, she waved to a few girls passing down the hall, trying to get Chihiro's attention. She watched as the group of girls bounded off, ecstatic that they gained some attention from Chihiro.
She waved goodbye to Miki and Aiko. Impatiently, she looked at her watch. Where was Hashi?
"Hey."
"AUGH!" Chihiro jumped up and around before she noticed that it was Hashi that had tapped her on the shoulder. "You scared me, Hashi!"
Hashi grinned a bright white grin. Chihiro could swear that his teeth almost twinkled. "Gomen. My lock was stuck, so I was kind of delayed."
He offered his arm to Chihiro in the way French aristocrats did in the 14th century. "Shall we go, Lady Chihiro?"
Chihiro giggled. "My, my, what a gentleman, Hashi." She slipped her hand onto Hashi's arm and pretended to walk in high heels.
A group of boys sat under a tall maple tree on the school yard. One suddenly pointed a finger across the schoolyard. They could see Chihiro and Hashi walking hand in hand, giggling merrily.
"How did Takahashi get Chihiro so quickly?"
"It never worked for us!"
A short, scrawny brown-haired boy sighed. "I guess we just don't have this kind of luck. Anyways, got to go, I'm gonna be late for work."
"Bye," came many monotonous voices, sullen from seeing Chihiro with someone other than themselves.
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Chihiro groaned, slapping the history book shut. "I swear, Maruimoto is the spawn of the devil! We just had our test, and tomorrow we have a quiz? He's pure evil!"
Hashi stopped biting the end of his pencil momentarily. "I agree. I mean, I'm only here for one day, and look at all the homework I've got!"
Chihiro glanced at her watch. "It's five! I've got to be home by six."
Hashi slid his books into his backpack. "Let's go get some ice cream. After all, I did promise you."
"Nah, it's alright."
"No, no, I insist." Hashi flashed another of his bright smiles.
Chihiro rolled her eyes in defeat. "All right, all right. You win. Let's go." She grinned. "Your treat?"
Hashi grinned too, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. "Duh."
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Hashi peered up at the bright, neon orange sigh above a glass door. "Little Kawaii? What kind of a store name is this?"
Chihiro smiled and pulled Hashi in. "Trust me, this restaurant's really good."
Hashi grumbled. "I'm losing my masculinity here, going into a little cutesy restaurant called Kawaii."
Chihiro put on her innocent look. "Masculinity? You don't have any!"
"WHA.?"
Using that chance, Chihiro pushed Hashi through the door.
Once they got in, Hashi had to admit that Little Kawaii wasn't such a bad restaurant. The walls were painted a cool blue color, and the furniture was very modern looking. Soft, new age music echoed in the background, and soft conversation from teenagers flooded the room. "Alright, so it's not that bad a place."
"Told ya."
They settled in a booth next to a curtained window. Chihiro picked up a menu and bit her lip. "What do you want, Hashi?"
Hashi pondered a bit. He looked over the menu. Boba? Strawberry snow bubble? Where were those starbucks cappuccinos he knew so well?
Chihiro glanced at Hashi's puzzled look. "Er, I'm going to order the mango snow bubble. Do you want one too?"
Hashi breathed a sigh of relief. "Uh, yeah, I've tried those before. They're really nice and warm and. . ."
"Hashi, snow bubbles are cold."
Hashi sweatdropped. "I knew that."
"Sure you did." Chihiro giggled. "If you don't know what to order, just say so."
"I think I'll order now." Hashi waved a hand in the air. "Two mango snowbubbles, please."
Chihiro smiled at the waiter. "Hey, Sato, what's up? I didn't know you worked here."
The small, skinny brunette boy turned slightly red. "Oh, . . . uh, I'll get your snowbubbles."
Chihiro shrugged. "Dunno what's his problem, always been a bit shy, I suppose."
Their drinks soon arrived. Chihiro and Hashi sipped their drinks. Suddenly, Hashi slapped his drink down.
"Uh . . . Hashi?"
Hashi blushed a bit. "I'm sorry if this is a bit sudden, Chihiro, but . . . I'm not used to bottling up my feelings very well."
"Hashi?"
"Uh, well, you see, ever since I saw you this morning, I've been . . . enthralled."
"What?"
"I . . . Like you." Hashi paused, taking a sip of his drink. His blush faded, and he turned himself back into the cool, casual Hashi Chihiro had known. "You're just really funny, nice, and . . . intelligent. And all."
". . ."
Hashi rubbed his temple a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry that this is sudden and all . . . gomen nasai . . ."
Chihiro sat in a state of shock. So this wasn't just a normal friendship, Hashi wanted more. No, she can't, she couldn't, what would Haku think . . .
Those voices that appeared on Chihiro's birthday suddenly rang up again. "Remember Haku, your promi . . ." The angelic voice died out with an anguished moan.
The devilish voice chuckled. "Ah, forget her. I took care of it. Haku hasn't seen you for five years! He's probably not going to start now!"
Chihiro hated to admit that the devilish voice had a point.
"And after all, on your birthday, you said that you might try to forget about Haku this year."
Yes, so she did. She did say that to herself on her birthday . . .
"Hashi . . ."
Hashi looked uncomfortable. "I'm sorry Chihiro . . . I'll . . . go now."
Chihiro caught the edge of Hashi's blazer as started walking. He stumbled backwards, spilling some juice over himself. "Wha . . ."
Chihiro's grinning face was what he saw as he turned around. "No, Hashi, stay! I . . . well, let's try this out. Maybe it'll work!"
Hashi grinned. "Great!" He got down on his knees, offering a hand to Chihiro. "Shall we go, Ms. Ogino?"
Chihiro daintily placed her hand into his, primly getting up from her seat. "Yes, servant!"
The two walked out, laughing merrily. Sullenly, Sato glanced after them. "Darn . . . I guess guys like me never get the girls."
Arm in arm, Chihiro and Hashi walked off into the setting sun.