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I've long-since come to the end of my battles with the evil force known simply as "computer code." I fixed it a few days ago. Want to know why it wasn't working?
I'll tell you anyway.
The stuuuuuuuupid program I was using to type it in changed all of the "="s into "-"s. Stupid program. I swear, the world is after me. And... So is Hiromi. I've been walking down the school hallways -- Almost home free -- and now Hiromi's chasing after me.
Wait! Why isn't she chasing Takao?!
She catches up to me and bends over, hands on her knees, breathing heavy. "Hey... Kyouju..." She says, between breaths. She takes in a deep one and stands up straight. "What's up?" She asks casually, as though she didn't just chase me from a distance for no reason whatsoever.
I look up at the ceiling, then back at Hiromi. She sighs.
"Ignoring the literal meaning." She verifies. I knew that's what she meant, but it's fun to tease her.
"Nothing, really. Walking home."
"Can I come walk with you on your way home? I need to pass by anyway."
I just nod and keep walking. We actually have a long walk before we get to the front doors of the school. I spare a glance to Hiromi.
She's really very nice, once you get past the whole 'mean in every situation' thing. Like Hikaru, only exaggerated. Hikaru's really not that mean, despite how... Well... Mean... She appears to be.
Whereas Hiromi is. She's a little more brash and louder than Hikaru. It takes less to bug her. Hikaru fakes being angry, Hiromi actually gets angry. She's really not given enough credit though, Hiromi I mean. She's like the motherly figure that none of us have.
Hmm, having made that up on the spot, I need a moment to reflect. The mother
that none of us have...
Max's mom, barely exists.
My mom, same.
Rei's mom. . .
Does he even have a mom?
Takao, his mom's dead. . .
Kai is the same situation
with Rei, but times one hundred. . .
Hikaru is more of a little sister, someone we have to look out for so that she doesn't get herself in trouble. The opposite of Hiromi, who acts as the mother, scolding us constantly. In a weird attempt to help: worrying...
(Although Hikaru does scold us for certain things... Not like we listen. Actually, we don't listen to Hiromi either...)
. . .
Unlike Hikaru though, who turns the wrong way so that you can talk on purpose, Hiromi will only slow down.
Hiromi's self centered. I mean, Takao's arrogant, Rei's a bit easily manipulated, Max has a slight case of bad-judgment and those are their issues, Hiromi's issue is being selfish. But that's fine. You can tell that she puts effort to be more tolerant and such. Like when she made the schedule for us; She really didn't know what she was doing, she only made a good schedule by pure luck. But she was trying to help.
She's caring, she wants the best for us, but since she's not sure what is best for us, she guesses and forces us to follow that to convince herself it was the right choice.
I think that although she thinks she knows what's right, she doesn't know that she knows what's right. So she believes it, but doesn't have anything to prove it. It's all very deep and meaningful, related to small details in her childhood of which I know nothing about, and as such, will not expand on.
Hmm, well, we were at the door, and I really wish I wasn't so easily distracted by my thoughts, I also wish that I had noticed roughly thirty seconds earlier, because I basically walked into it.
"Something wrong? You just basically walked into a door." Hiromi informs me, practically echoing my thoughts.
"Nah, I'm good." I say and shrug aimlessly. Hiromi looks at me like I'm insane, but I open the door and keep walking.
Off of school grounds, we talk about random things, mostly about school work. I'm not really listening much... But... It's a boring subject! Then again, what else is there to talk about? Hiromi is one of our lesser beyblade-appreciative friends.
So, we approach her house she waves and gives a quick. "Bye Kyouju, see you at school tomorrow!"
and I give the usual type of "See you tomorrow." before heading to my own house.
Walking inside, I smell. . . Noodles. Which is so shocking. . .
An amazing fact: Takao knows that my house doubles as a ramen house and hasn't eaten here. Not once.
"Oh, you're home." My mother gives me a welcome smile and I return it. "Your friend Hikari stopped by to say she's sorry she couldn't walk home with you." Oh yeah. Hikaru. "She said she's going to stop by tomorrow."
" 'Kay." I almost feel guilty for forgetting we were even going to walk home together. I was distracted by the Hiromi-Person. . . I give a mental shrug and don't even bother correcting my mom about Hikaru's name not being Hikari before heading up the stairs to my room.
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If you don't review I'll feed my inspiration for the next chapters to the cookie monster in the disguise of a cookie!!! Then he'll EAT IT!! And then there will be no more updates!! Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!
I'm sane, you know.
As said, this is basically a scribble-fic. At the beginning it was actually kinda serious, but I just can't live with that. Kyouju's POV is just so fun, and it'd be silly to start up another fic. Besides, this way I have everything in the order I want. . . *maniacal laughter, for no real reason*