Authoress Notes: Hello, Chan Yoruyamatiha here! It's my turn to do a
chapter now... Wasn't DeNice's last chapter KICK-ASS WONDERFUL!!?! I loved
that chapter so much... It was perfect... *Sniff* Okay, I'll shut up now
and get on with the chapter. Mwahaha I make my appearance in this chapter!
Oh yeah, DISCLAIMER: DeNice and I don't own any Street Fighters; however, I
own myself and Mitsukake, and Darrell is owned by DeNice. Ok. READ~!!!
Chapter 8 : Unusual Circumstances
::Next Day, 7:20 A:M::
Sakura stood at her locker, glaring at it with a look so frustrated and angry that her gaze could have melted iron. The homeroom bell would ring in about 10 minutes, and her stupid locker was jammed. Giving it one angry kick, Sakura unjammed it by a fraction of a centimeter and put a dent in its dull, grey metal door.
"Damn this stupid thing!!" She moaned to herself. There could have been plenty of time to unjam it if her Satsu sister hadn't woken up so late. Now, she only had ten minutes to unjam it, get her books, and run to class.
As she let out another wail of frustration, a hand placed itself on her shoulder, startling her.
"AHHHH!!! Oh... H-hi... Mitsu...kake..."
A bright blush appeared on her face as she turned to see Mitsukake's smiling face beaming down at her.
"Good morning, Sakura-chan," He greeted her in a friendly tone. "Can I help you with that?"
Still embarrassed, Sakura nodded her head and stepped back as Mitsukake delivered a swift punch to the top of her locker, making its door swing open. Sakura's eyes widened as she saw how strong he was and at the professional intensity of his blow.
For the next few seconds, Mitsukake smiled coyly down at her as she gaped at him excessively, her eyebrows raised. Noticing how she was staring, she quickly looked away from him and took her books out of her locker. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him still smiling at her, which caused her to blush even more.
"Well... let's get to class now before we're late," Suggested Sakura as she threw her shoulder bag over her shoulder and proceeded to homeroom.
:::12:30, lunch:::
"Sakura!"
Mitsukake and Sakura were just about to sit down with their lunches as a voice called out to Sakura from behind her. Seeing no one, Sakura sat down at her table with Mitsukake close at her side.
"So, Sakura... Can I um... let you in on a secret...?" Mitsukake lowered his voice and edged closer to Sakura, who responded by merely nodding her head as she felt his hand move to her knee. He leaned over and whispered in her ear until he was cut off by the same voice that was calling Sakura earlier.
"Sakura? Oh, there you are..."
Sakura Satsu, Sakura Kasugano, Kei, and Mitsukake looked over to the source of the voice and saw someone that they usually didn't communicate with.
Chan Yoruyamatiha was a tall, part-American, part Japanese girl that came from America and was a close friend of Darrell. She was distinctly foreign- looking; her years living in American proved it; she talked in Japanese with an accent, walked at her own pace. Her dark, brownish-black hair was tied back behind her head in a loose bun, secured by a ribbon. Chan walked over to the table where Sakura and Mitsu were and stopped there.
"Um.. Have either of you seen Darrell today?" She asked, with concern in her voice. "It's not like him to skip school..."
Sakura shrugged as if it weren't a big deal to her. "I dunno where he is; he left a note last night that said he was spending the night at Batsu's house..."
When Sakura said that, Chan's eyebrows went up. "Really? I was over at Batsu's house last night until 8:00... doing homework," She added, frowning at the sudden look on Mitsukake's face. Sakura, however, was puzzled.
"But... Darrell spent the night there last night... I got the note before 8:00..."
"I didn't see any trace of Darrell there... I'll ask Batsu tonight; I live next door to him, anyway."
"Ah... thanks, Chan..."
"Douitashimashite," Replied Chan.
Sakura stared at Chan as she walked off and sat at a table next to a dark haired guy and an African-American girl, both of them also from America. Mitsukake stole a glance at Sakura and dropped his smile as he saw the concerned look on her face.
Kei stood up and glanced at Sakura. "Umm... well... this sounds really fishy, Sakura... Darrell wouldn't lie to you... would he?"
Sakura didn't answer but looked down at the floor sadly. What if Darrell had gotten so jealous that he had run away? Even worse, what if he were somewhere hurt? Or... dead? She could never forgive herself if something happened to Darrell.
Her thoughts were cut off by an arm wrapping around her shoulder soothingly. Sakura jolted on instinct as a funny feeling came into her stomach. It was Mitsukake's arm around her. Not Darrell's. It was unfamiliar... but somehow, her muscles relaxed under it, just the way they did when Darrell put his arm around her.
("What... is this... feeling...? I can't be...")
"Um, Sakura... after school... can I... come over to your house?" Stammered Mitsukake, turning red in the face.
Sakura's eyes widened as her Sakura Satsu looked at her from the opposite side of the table and smiled slightly. A small smirk formed on Mitsukake's lips as Sakura nodded shortly. It was impossible to say no to such handsome hazel eyes...
:::3:30 end-of-day bell:::
As students began to pour out of Tamagawa Minami, Sakura walked slowly as she could with Mitsukake, who was now making slightly bolder advancements on her. She found her hand intertwined with his as they walked, causing people to point and whisper, but Mitsukake acted as if he didn't notice. Kei had invited Sakura Satsu over to her house for help with a Literature test, so the house Sakura lived in was empty...
"I hope Darrell's home..." Sakura thought out loud. Mitsukake smiled at her, but the moment she looked away, his face turned into a half-sneer.
("I hope he's not..") Thought Mitsukake as they approached Sakura's house. Sighing, Sakura reached into her shoulder bag for her keys when Mitsukake stopped her.
"Sakura... did you leave the door cracked...?" He inquired, pointing to the door that Sakura was positive she had locked that morning.
"Oh my God... Do you think Darrell's here?!"
Mitsukake shrugged indifferently as they both walked in and Mitsukake closed the door quietly, praying to himself that Darrell would not be home to ruin his chance of talking to Sakura privately, one-on-one with no interruptions.
"Darrell?" Sakura threw her bookbag down on the floor beside her bed as she went through the house, calling his name out hopefully. It was then that Mitsukake found a note printed out on the printer.
"Sakura-chan? Come here..."
"Hai.. coming... What is it?" Sakura froze. Mitsukake was holding up a note from the printer and was reading it with a look on his face that was either anger or worry, maybe even a mixture of both. Timidly, Sakura walked over and read over his arm. Her eyes widened with every word she read.
DEAR MISS KASUGANO,
GREETINGS, THIS IS THE UKNOWN PERSON WHOM YOU HAVE ENCOUNTERED QUITE RECENTLY, I DARESAY. TO MAKE THIS BRIEF, I WANT TO INFORM YOU THAT I HAVE TAKEN THIS DARRELL-BOY FOR AN EASY RANSOM. NOW, THE DEAL IS THIS: IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE HIM ALIVE AGAIN, YOU MUST COME TO THE ADDRESS LISTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAPER TOMORROW AT 5:00 P.M. WHEN YOU ARRIVE, YOU WILL BE TAKEN INTO A LAB ROOM WHERE I WILL OVERSEE THAT YOUR MEMORIES OF ME HAVE BEEN ERASED ENTIRELY. IF YOU REFUSE TO COOPERATE, DARRELL DIES. IF YOU COME QUIETLY, HE WILL LIVE. BRING NO HELP, OR DARRELL WILL BE KILLED INSTANTLY. SINCERELY, WELL... WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW...
Everything around Sakura suddenly went blurry and dark. She lost her balance and fell into Mitsukake's arms as everything blacked out.
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Chan: How was that chapter? Bad? Yeah, I know.
Mitsu: DAMN YOU CHAN! YOU SUCK AS A WRITER!!
Chan: o.O Oooh, that's so uplifting and... inspiring...
ED?: Yeah! SHADDAP!!!
Mitsu: AHH! It's you!
ED?: Mwah. Ha. REVIEW, YOU PEOPLES!!!
Note to DeNice: Ahh... yeah, we haven't planned the rest of this yet... Gomen, the next is up to you... x.x I just got writer's block... .
Chapter 8 : Unusual Circumstances
::Next Day, 7:20 A:M::
Sakura stood at her locker, glaring at it with a look so frustrated and angry that her gaze could have melted iron. The homeroom bell would ring in about 10 minutes, and her stupid locker was jammed. Giving it one angry kick, Sakura unjammed it by a fraction of a centimeter and put a dent in its dull, grey metal door.
"Damn this stupid thing!!" She moaned to herself. There could have been plenty of time to unjam it if her Satsu sister hadn't woken up so late. Now, she only had ten minutes to unjam it, get her books, and run to class.
As she let out another wail of frustration, a hand placed itself on her shoulder, startling her.
"AHHHH!!! Oh... H-hi... Mitsu...kake..."
A bright blush appeared on her face as she turned to see Mitsukake's smiling face beaming down at her.
"Good morning, Sakura-chan," He greeted her in a friendly tone. "Can I help you with that?"
Still embarrassed, Sakura nodded her head and stepped back as Mitsukake delivered a swift punch to the top of her locker, making its door swing open. Sakura's eyes widened as she saw how strong he was and at the professional intensity of his blow.
For the next few seconds, Mitsukake smiled coyly down at her as she gaped at him excessively, her eyebrows raised. Noticing how she was staring, she quickly looked away from him and took her books out of her locker. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him still smiling at her, which caused her to blush even more.
"Well... let's get to class now before we're late," Suggested Sakura as she threw her shoulder bag over her shoulder and proceeded to homeroom.
:::12:30, lunch:::
"Sakura!"
Mitsukake and Sakura were just about to sit down with their lunches as a voice called out to Sakura from behind her. Seeing no one, Sakura sat down at her table with Mitsukake close at her side.
"So, Sakura... Can I um... let you in on a secret...?" Mitsukake lowered his voice and edged closer to Sakura, who responded by merely nodding her head as she felt his hand move to her knee. He leaned over and whispered in her ear until he was cut off by the same voice that was calling Sakura earlier.
"Sakura? Oh, there you are..."
Sakura Satsu, Sakura Kasugano, Kei, and Mitsukake looked over to the source of the voice and saw someone that they usually didn't communicate with.
Chan Yoruyamatiha was a tall, part-American, part Japanese girl that came from America and was a close friend of Darrell. She was distinctly foreign- looking; her years living in American proved it; she talked in Japanese with an accent, walked at her own pace. Her dark, brownish-black hair was tied back behind her head in a loose bun, secured by a ribbon. Chan walked over to the table where Sakura and Mitsu were and stopped there.
"Um.. Have either of you seen Darrell today?" She asked, with concern in her voice. "It's not like him to skip school..."
Sakura shrugged as if it weren't a big deal to her. "I dunno where he is; he left a note last night that said he was spending the night at Batsu's house..."
When Sakura said that, Chan's eyebrows went up. "Really? I was over at Batsu's house last night until 8:00... doing homework," She added, frowning at the sudden look on Mitsukake's face. Sakura, however, was puzzled.
"But... Darrell spent the night there last night... I got the note before 8:00..."
"I didn't see any trace of Darrell there... I'll ask Batsu tonight; I live next door to him, anyway."
"Ah... thanks, Chan..."
"Douitashimashite," Replied Chan.
Sakura stared at Chan as she walked off and sat at a table next to a dark haired guy and an African-American girl, both of them also from America. Mitsukake stole a glance at Sakura and dropped his smile as he saw the concerned look on her face.
Kei stood up and glanced at Sakura. "Umm... well... this sounds really fishy, Sakura... Darrell wouldn't lie to you... would he?"
Sakura didn't answer but looked down at the floor sadly. What if Darrell had gotten so jealous that he had run away? Even worse, what if he were somewhere hurt? Or... dead? She could never forgive herself if something happened to Darrell.
Her thoughts were cut off by an arm wrapping around her shoulder soothingly. Sakura jolted on instinct as a funny feeling came into her stomach. It was Mitsukake's arm around her. Not Darrell's. It was unfamiliar... but somehow, her muscles relaxed under it, just the way they did when Darrell put his arm around her.
("What... is this... feeling...? I can't be...")
"Um, Sakura... after school... can I... come over to your house?" Stammered Mitsukake, turning red in the face.
Sakura's eyes widened as her Sakura Satsu looked at her from the opposite side of the table and smiled slightly. A small smirk formed on Mitsukake's lips as Sakura nodded shortly. It was impossible to say no to such handsome hazel eyes...
:::3:30 end-of-day bell:::
As students began to pour out of Tamagawa Minami, Sakura walked slowly as she could with Mitsukake, who was now making slightly bolder advancements on her. She found her hand intertwined with his as they walked, causing people to point and whisper, but Mitsukake acted as if he didn't notice. Kei had invited Sakura Satsu over to her house for help with a Literature test, so the house Sakura lived in was empty...
"I hope Darrell's home..." Sakura thought out loud. Mitsukake smiled at her, but the moment she looked away, his face turned into a half-sneer.
("I hope he's not..") Thought Mitsukake as they approached Sakura's house. Sighing, Sakura reached into her shoulder bag for her keys when Mitsukake stopped her.
"Sakura... did you leave the door cracked...?" He inquired, pointing to the door that Sakura was positive she had locked that morning.
"Oh my God... Do you think Darrell's here?!"
Mitsukake shrugged indifferently as they both walked in and Mitsukake closed the door quietly, praying to himself that Darrell would not be home to ruin his chance of talking to Sakura privately, one-on-one with no interruptions.
"Darrell?" Sakura threw her bookbag down on the floor beside her bed as she went through the house, calling his name out hopefully. It was then that Mitsukake found a note printed out on the printer.
"Sakura-chan? Come here..."
"Hai.. coming... What is it?" Sakura froze. Mitsukake was holding up a note from the printer and was reading it with a look on his face that was either anger or worry, maybe even a mixture of both. Timidly, Sakura walked over and read over his arm. Her eyes widened with every word she read.
DEAR MISS KASUGANO,
GREETINGS, THIS IS THE UKNOWN PERSON WHOM YOU HAVE ENCOUNTERED QUITE RECENTLY, I DARESAY. TO MAKE THIS BRIEF, I WANT TO INFORM YOU THAT I HAVE TAKEN THIS DARRELL-BOY FOR AN EASY RANSOM. NOW, THE DEAL IS THIS: IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE HIM ALIVE AGAIN, YOU MUST COME TO THE ADDRESS LISTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAPER TOMORROW AT 5:00 P.M. WHEN YOU ARRIVE, YOU WILL BE TAKEN INTO A LAB ROOM WHERE I WILL OVERSEE THAT YOUR MEMORIES OF ME HAVE BEEN ERASED ENTIRELY. IF YOU REFUSE TO COOPERATE, DARRELL DIES. IF YOU COME QUIETLY, HE WILL LIVE. BRING NO HELP, OR DARRELL WILL BE KILLED INSTANTLY. SINCERELY, WELL... WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW...
Everything around Sakura suddenly went blurry and dark. She lost her balance and fell into Mitsukake's arms as everything blacked out.
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Chan: How was that chapter? Bad? Yeah, I know.
Mitsu: DAMN YOU CHAN! YOU SUCK AS A WRITER!!
Chan: o.O Oooh, that's so uplifting and... inspiring...
ED?: Yeah! SHADDAP!!!
Mitsu: AHH! It's you!
ED?: Mwah. Ha. REVIEW, YOU PEOPLES!!!
Note to DeNice: Ahh... yeah, we haven't planned the rest of this yet... Gomen, the next is up to you... x.x I just got writer's block... .