Author's Note: I hope you all have enjoyed the story so far. Please
continue on ahead. Enjoy the new chapter! Domo arigatou, minna-san.
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Chapter VII: Thoughts Plus Shopping Equals Disaster!!!!
Fuuko got out of the forest; her face was of without emotion at all. 'How
stupid...'she thought. 'He did not even consider it or thought about it or felt
anything about it...who was I fooling? Those movies... Those damn movies... I
swear, it's their fault.'
'In a typical love story... there will be a main character. Different from any other;
unfit, unwanted; a loner. Then there come the savior... the one who will give the
main character happiness. The one that will love the main character and then...
then it will all end in a sweet, passionate kiss with fireworks and all in the
background! BOOM! BOOM! Different colors fills the sky but no matter how
beautiful it is, the two characters won't really notice it... they're too lost in each
other's touch and kisses to notice...'
"Fuuko! Heeey!!!"
Turning around, she finds Domon and Tokiya walking towards her... Well,
Domon was sorta running while Tokiya just kept his phase, walking normally.
Panting, Domon finally caught up to her, putting his hands on his thighs, squatting
some while catching his breath.
"Oh, hey Domon-kun, Mi-chan." Lifting her hand, she waved a little. "Wow..."
she blinked with a confused look. "I'm surprised to see you guys hangin' out."
"First off, don't call me Mi-chan and second, we were not hanging out. I'd never
hang out with this loser."
"Why you-" Domon was about to punch him when Fuuko interrupted.
"What are you guys doing here anyway?"
Domon scratched the back of his head, smiling in a funny way "Well, we're
just..."
"Yanagi got us to run errands."
"Hey! I was about to say that!"
"So? Who cares?" Tokiya responded in a cold voice.
"Why you-"
Fuuko again interrupted, "Errands for what?"
"Well, Yanagi is one of the people to manage the dance."
"What dance?" Fuuko blinked in a clueless manner.
"Well, we're supposed to have our winter formal dance."
"Winter?"
"Yeah, it's almost winter already so... They're preparing for the dance ahead of
time. I'm suppose to shop with this knuckle-head but he has no clue on what he's
doing."
"I'll help you guys out." She volunteered almost absentmindedly.
"You? You might turn that dance into a wrestling match, monkey."
"Why you little son of a-" she was about to beat the crap of Tokiya when she just
flipped her hair coolly, turning her back against the two. "Alright, fine. Seems to
me that you two are doing a GREAT job shopping for yourselves. Too bad, I
wonder how disappointed Yanagi will when you two mess up and get the wrong
things!" Her voice mocked a bad impersonation of Yanagi's voice, "Oh my! What
a disaster! It's all my fault!"
Well, Domon stopped her because... Well, he always want to be with Mi-chan on
the other hand stopped her because of what she said about how disappointed
Yanagi would be. He'd hate to disappointed Yanagi especially when she's
depending on him to do something. Fuuko grinned arrogantly since she know she
have won this battle. "Alright then! Lets go!" she pulled the two by the arm and
headed for the shops all over the plaza.
**'This is a good way to take my mind of things. Haha, come on Fuuko, how foolish! I mean Raiha and you? He's an Uruha. No matter how nice he appears, no matter how innocent and harmless he may look, he isn't. How else do you think he would make it to be an Uruha? He belongs to Uruha. He's deadly. He's your enemy.'**
The two guys gave Fuuko the money to budget it. They decided to go to the
supermarket place first to get the things needed for decorations and some of the
food ingredients that Yanagi told Tokiya to buy. Fuuko looked around and
browsed, picking up the items that they're going to purchase. Guys are never
good at shopping. The two just followed Fuuko around with Domon constantly
checking Fuuko out or wrapping his arm around her and of course getting hit by
doing so and Tokiya sighing every five minutes.
"Man! You guys are lousy shoppers, aren't cha?" Fuuko sighed, putting her hands
on her waist. "If I didn't come along- oww!" All of a sudden, something bumped
Fuuko, causing her to almost loose her balance. Good thing she got a hold on the
shopping cart before falling. "Hey! That was rude!!! Hey, I was talking to you!!!"
she yelled out loud at the man who has bumped her while waving her fist in the
air. "Look at that! You see how rude that guy is? He didn't even apologize! What
an asshole!" she then turned to the two with rage still reflected on her face.
"Easy, easy." Domon patted her back, aiming for her to calm down.
"Man, if this was out in the street, I would have taken him down!" Fuuko growled
loudly, causing her to catch some attention. "What?! Whaddya all looking at?!"
Tokiya sighed, "Please control your temper..." he covered his eyes with his hand,
shaking his head slightly. "We're in public you know..."
"I don't care!"
"Well, you're embarrassing..." he sighed once again. "Look, lets just go and pay
for all this stuff and move on, alright?"
The three of them headed for the cashier. Fuuko was still trying to cool her
temper. Today just really isn't her day. First, about the Raiha incident and now,
being rudely bump to. Normally, she'd let something that small pass but today is
different. She has a lot of things in her mind.
The cashier lady started scanning all the things that Fuuko picked out. The two
boys waited impatiently as the old bagger guy put their groceries into plastic bags
very slowly.
"Will that be all, ma'am?"
"Hai." Fuuko responded, sliding her slender hand into her pocket.
"Alright then," the cashier pressed the enter button and ripped the receipt out.
"That would be 150 dollars please."
"Alright, chotto matte." Fuuko responded as she dug into her pocket deeper. 'My
wallet?! Where is it?!' Cold beads of sweat started to form on her forehead as she
nervously and desperately checked all of her pockets.
"What's the matter, Fuuko-chan?" Domon walked beside her, looking concerned.
"N-nothing! I'm just-" she continued on checking her pockets. She could already
feel the cold stare that Mi-chan is giving her... not only him, but also the cashier
lady and the bagger guy. He face started getting pale as if all the blood from her
face has been drained out. She muttered beseechingly to God that her wallet is
somewhere just buried deep inside her pocket. All the other customers behind her
started to whine and mutter that she hurries up or that she's so slow. All of a
sudden, Mi-chan stood there in front of Fuuko, glaring down at her.
"Don't tell me you lost the money..." he muttered coldly.
"I..." Fuuko looked away. She was not able to look at anybody. He could feel all
eyes on her, angry eyes. She cleared the lump on her throat as she continued her
sentence. "... I don't know..."
"You don't know?!" Mi-chan exploded. "How stupid could you get?!"
Fuuko shut her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes.
'No... Fuuko does not cry... I've never cried before...'
"Sorry..." she finally announced in a soft voice that was very un-Fuuko.
"Ugh, God!" Mi-chan yelled out loud. "I knew you shouldn't have come with us!
Damn it!"
"Hey Tokiya, calm down will you? It's not Fuuko's-"
"Oh hell yeah it is!" Mi-chan cut in, leaving Domon's sentence unfinished. "What
will we do now huh? How will Yanagi react?!"
"Excuse me..." Now the cashier cut in. Her cheerful voice suddenly changed into
an annoyed tone. "Are you going to pay these stuff or not?" she glared at Fuuko
impatiently. "There are a lot of customers waiting."
"N-no... sorry... I lost our money..." Fuuko managed to answer weakly. Mi-chan
turned his back to them angrily. His face a bit reddened out of embarrassment.
She sighed loudly. "Alright then! Can you three move then?"
Fuuko started moving out of the way, keeping her eyes focused on the floor, her
vision getting a bit blurry from the tears continuing to form despite her effort of
getting rid of them. Then she could hear the cashier lady mutter "God, wasting my
time... Ugh..."
They walked their way to Yanagi's house in silence. There was a great tension
between Mi-chan and Fuuko. She could still feel her unwavering rage. When they
finally got there, Mi-chan rang the doorbell and behind him, it was Domon and in
a distant behind Domon is Fuuko, her gaze still on the ground. Yanagi opened the
door with a warm smile while Recca was behind her, his chin lay against her
shoulder while smiling as well.
"Yo!" Recca greeted them.
"How was shopping?" Yanagi added.
Mi-chan could not bare the smile Yanagi has. She'll be disappointed and it's all a
certain person's fault! It was as though his anger exploded inside him as he
answered Yanagi's question.
"That stupid, stupid monkey lost the money!!!" He turned around pointing at
Fuuko.
"W-what?" Yanagi's smile faded away and so was Recca's.
"Fuuko! That's the money from the student committee!" Recca yelled out fierily
to Fuuko, standing straight as he puts his hand on his waist.
"You guy's it's not..." Domon was about to protest when Fuuko ran off without
saying a word. She covered her eyes as bitter tears started to roll down her pale
cheeks. -------------------
Chapter VII: Thoughts Plus Shopping Equals Disaster!!!!
Fuuko got out of the forest; her face was of without emotion at all. 'How
stupid...'she thought. 'He did not even consider it or thought about it or felt
anything about it...who was I fooling? Those movies... Those damn movies... I
swear, it's their fault.'
'In a typical love story... there will be a main character. Different from any other;
unfit, unwanted; a loner. Then there come the savior... the one who will give the
main character happiness. The one that will love the main character and then...
then it will all end in a sweet, passionate kiss with fireworks and all in the
background! BOOM! BOOM! Different colors fills the sky but no matter how
beautiful it is, the two characters won't really notice it... they're too lost in each
other's touch and kisses to notice...'
"Fuuko! Heeey!!!"
Turning around, she finds Domon and Tokiya walking towards her... Well,
Domon was sorta running while Tokiya just kept his phase, walking normally.
Panting, Domon finally caught up to her, putting his hands on his thighs, squatting
some while catching his breath.
"Oh, hey Domon-kun, Mi-chan." Lifting her hand, she waved a little. "Wow..."
she blinked with a confused look. "I'm surprised to see you guys hangin' out."
"First off, don't call me Mi-chan and second, we were not hanging out. I'd never
hang out with this loser."
"Why you-" Domon was about to punch him when Fuuko interrupted.
"What are you guys doing here anyway?"
Domon scratched the back of his head, smiling in a funny way "Well, we're
just..."
"Yanagi got us to run errands."
"Hey! I was about to say that!"
"So? Who cares?" Tokiya responded in a cold voice.
"Why you-"
Fuuko again interrupted, "Errands for what?"
"Well, Yanagi is one of the people to manage the dance."
"What dance?" Fuuko blinked in a clueless manner.
"Well, we're supposed to have our winter formal dance."
"Winter?"
"Yeah, it's almost winter already so... They're preparing for the dance ahead of
time. I'm suppose to shop with this knuckle-head but he has no clue on what he's
doing."
"I'll help you guys out." She volunteered almost absentmindedly.
"You? You might turn that dance into a wrestling match, monkey."
"Why you little son of a-" she was about to beat the crap of Tokiya when she just
flipped her hair coolly, turning her back against the two. "Alright, fine. Seems to
me that you two are doing a GREAT job shopping for yourselves. Too bad, I
wonder how disappointed Yanagi will when you two mess up and get the wrong
things!" Her voice mocked a bad impersonation of Yanagi's voice, "Oh my! What
a disaster! It's all my fault!"
Well, Domon stopped her because... Well, he always want to be with Mi-chan on
the other hand stopped her because of what she said about how disappointed
Yanagi would be. He'd hate to disappointed Yanagi especially when she's
depending on him to do something. Fuuko grinned arrogantly since she know she
have won this battle. "Alright then! Lets go!" she pulled the two by the arm and
headed for the shops all over the plaza.
**'This is a good way to take my mind of things. Haha, come on Fuuko, how foolish! I mean Raiha and you? He's an Uruha. No matter how nice he appears, no matter how innocent and harmless he may look, he isn't. How else do you think he would make it to be an Uruha? He belongs to Uruha. He's deadly. He's your enemy.'**
The two guys gave Fuuko the money to budget it. They decided to go to the
supermarket place first to get the things needed for decorations and some of the
food ingredients that Yanagi told Tokiya to buy. Fuuko looked around and
browsed, picking up the items that they're going to purchase. Guys are never
good at shopping. The two just followed Fuuko around with Domon constantly
checking Fuuko out or wrapping his arm around her and of course getting hit by
doing so and Tokiya sighing every five minutes.
"Man! You guys are lousy shoppers, aren't cha?" Fuuko sighed, putting her hands
on her waist. "If I didn't come along- oww!" All of a sudden, something bumped
Fuuko, causing her to almost loose her balance. Good thing she got a hold on the
shopping cart before falling. "Hey! That was rude!!! Hey, I was talking to you!!!"
she yelled out loud at the man who has bumped her while waving her fist in the
air. "Look at that! You see how rude that guy is? He didn't even apologize! What
an asshole!" she then turned to the two with rage still reflected on her face.
"Easy, easy." Domon patted her back, aiming for her to calm down.
"Man, if this was out in the street, I would have taken him down!" Fuuko growled
loudly, causing her to catch some attention. "What?! Whaddya all looking at?!"
Tokiya sighed, "Please control your temper..." he covered his eyes with his hand,
shaking his head slightly. "We're in public you know..."
"I don't care!"
"Well, you're embarrassing..." he sighed once again. "Look, lets just go and pay
for all this stuff and move on, alright?"
The three of them headed for the cashier. Fuuko was still trying to cool her
temper. Today just really isn't her day. First, about the Raiha incident and now,
being rudely bump to. Normally, she'd let something that small pass but today is
different. She has a lot of things in her mind.
The cashier lady started scanning all the things that Fuuko picked out. The two
boys waited impatiently as the old bagger guy put their groceries into plastic bags
very slowly.
"Will that be all, ma'am?"
"Hai." Fuuko responded, sliding her slender hand into her pocket.
"Alright then," the cashier pressed the enter button and ripped the receipt out.
"That would be 150 dollars please."
"Alright, chotto matte." Fuuko responded as she dug into her pocket deeper. 'My
wallet?! Where is it?!' Cold beads of sweat started to form on her forehead as she
nervously and desperately checked all of her pockets.
"What's the matter, Fuuko-chan?" Domon walked beside her, looking concerned.
"N-nothing! I'm just-" she continued on checking her pockets. She could already
feel the cold stare that Mi-chan is giving her... not only him, but also the cashier
lady and the bagger guy. He face started getting pale as if all the blood from her
face has been drained out. She muttered beseechingly to God that her wallet is
somewhere just buried deep inside her pocket. All the other customers behind her
started to whine and mutter that she hurries up or that she's so slow. All of a
sudden, Mi-chan stood there in front of Fuuko, glaring down at her.
"Don't tell me you lost the money..." he muttered coldly.
"I..." Fuuko looked away. She was not able to look at anybody. He could feel all
eyes on her, angry eyes. She cleared the lump on her throat as she continued her
sentence. "... I don't know..."
"You don't know?!" Mi-chan exploded. "How stupid could you get?!"
Fuuko shut her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes.
'No... Fuuko does not cry... I've never cried before...'
"Sorry..." she finally announced in a soft voice that was very un-Fuuko.
"Ugh, God!" Mi-chan yelled out loud. "I knew you shouldn't have come with us!
Damn it!"
"Hey Tokiya, calm down will you? It's not Fuuko's-"
"Oh hell yeah it is!" Mi-chan cut in, leaving Domon's sentence unfinished. "What
will we do now huh? How will Yanagi react?!"
"Excuse me..." Now the cashier cut in. Her cheerful voice suddenly changed into
an annoyed tone. "Are you going to pay these stuff or not?" she glared at Fuuko
impatiently. "There are a lot of customers waiting."
"N-no... sorry... I lost our money..." Fuuko managed to answer weakly. Mi-chan
turned his back to them angrily. His face a bit reddened out of embarrassment.
She sighed loudly. "Alright then! Can you three move then?"
Fuuko started moving out of the way, keeping her eyes focused on the floor, her
vision getting a bit blurry from the tears continuing to form despite her effort of
getting rid of them. Then she could hear the cashier lady mutter "God, wasting my
time... Ugh..."
They walked their way to Yanagi's house in silence. There was a great tension
between Mi-chan and Fuuko. She could still feel her unwavering rage. When they
finally got there, Mi-chan rang the doorbell and behind him, it was Domon and in
a distant behind Domon is Fuuko, her gaze still on the ground. Yanagi opened the
door with a warm smile while Recca was behind her, his chin lay against her
shoulder while smiling as well.
"Yo!" Recca greeted them.
"How was shopping?" Yanagi added.
Mi-chan could not bare the smile Yanagi has. She'll be disappointed and it's all a
certain person's fault! It was as though his anger exploded inside him as he
answered Yanagi's question.
"That stupid, stupid monkey lost the money!!!" He turned around pointing at
Fuuko.
"W-what?" Yanagi's smile faded away and so was Recca's.
"Fuuko! That's the money from the student committee!" Recca yelled out fierily
to Fuuko, standing straight as he puts his hand on his waist.
"You guy's it's not..." Domon was about to protest when Fuuko ran off without
saying a word. She covered her eyes as bitter tears started to roll down her pale
cheeks. -------------------
