Pride and Prejudice - Part 17
By: Ghostwriter
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Standard Disclaimers Apply.
Ahh. I'm back! I'm very happy to present you with Part 17.
Just a short reminder: This is an anime based fan fiction and it can get highly unbelievable at times.
But then again, that is why we love anime ne?
*** [It's still Monday]
"Ohayo gozaimazu, Mitusi-san," Akane greeted him formally, trying to ignore the frantic thumping in her chest.
What happened to good ol' Mitchy? Mitsui thought.
"Ohayo Katsura-san. If my memory serves me correct, your place is there," Mitsui said, pointing at their tables. With me, he added silently.
"My specs broke and I need to sit in front to see the board clearly," Akane quickly put in. Another lie. She is getting good at this.
"Ano - Katsura san, I just saw you wearing them this morning," Tamazaki unwittingly blurted out. Mitsui turned expectantly at Akane, as if demanding an explanation.
Akane could have cheerfully murdered him right there and then. "Aa - that was before I tripped broke them." Another one for Katsura Akane!
"Let me see it, maybe I can fix it," Mitsui persisted.
Akane reluctantly opened her bag and rummaged around. Hesitating a moment, she closed her eyes and twisted the fragile frame before withdrawing them out of the bag and hanging it back to Mitsui. There goes my paycheck for another pair, she thought miserably. It doesn't pay to lie.
Mitsui took them and studied them. There wasn't even a scratch on the lenses but the frame was another story. It was horribly mangled.
"Beats me how it could have ended up this way," he said as he handed them back to her.
"I tripped and they fell.and Rukawa came and ran them over with his bike," Akane quickly improvised.
"Honto ni? (Really?) I must ask him how he did it without cracking the lenses whilst creating such a creative design," Mitsui replied sardonically.
"Iie (no), you know Rukawa, he probably can't remember it," Akane said.
"True, maybe Tamazaki-san and I should exchange places. I believe your partner is over there," Mitsui looked at Tamazaki, the unvoiced threat evident in his voice.
"Iie! (No!) I need Tamazaki-kun something about the bio paper we took last week," Akane lied, again.
"Ano - Katsura-san, you did very well for your paper," Tamazaki interjected.
"Urusei," Akane hissed at him. Tamazaki is so dense and has this knack for saying the right things at the wrong time.
"I can help you," Mitsui volunteered.
"Ano - Mitsui-kun, but I think you failed that paper." She was mentally smirking but her voice was downright polite. Mitsui flushed up when he remembered his score.
To Akane's utmost relief, Anami-sensai walked in right then. Mitsui had no choice but to hurry to his place.
Throughout the lesson, Mitsui kept glancing across the class at the 'couple'. Hamada Chieko kept whispering things in low seductive tones to him, but of course went unheeded.
And the 'couple' kept laughing together as the lesson wore on.
I should never have kissed her there and then, Mitsui thought angrily as he continued to watch them. I should have tied her to a chair, kiss her and then make her listen to me.
"Hisashi, are you listening to me?" the highly irritating voice of Hamada Chieko penetrated his thoughts.
"Don't ever call me by my given name," he replied crossly to her, his eyes never leaving Akane.
It's that fatso again, Chieko thought angrily. Katsura Akane, you just wait. I'm going to make you pay!
*** Akane rose to leave as soon as the bell rung for lunch.
Mitsui of course quickly followed her.
Calm down, Akane, she thought hysterically. How can I calm down? I'm not ready to confront him! She stole a look over her shoulder to see his tall form turning round the corner. But he is so determined to talk about it.
Ok, lesson 1 on how to lose a stalker by Dr. K. Go to a public place and lose yourself in the crowd. Yes, the cafeteria! Akane thought as she sped towards the noisy cafeteria. She quickly grabbed a tray and piled some food on it, handed the elderly lady some money and hurried away.
Damn, where is she? Mitsui cursed as he scanned the heads bobbing up and down in his line of version. Being a basketball player, he was taller than the rest of the crowd. He could see Sakuragi's red mop of hair, standing out in the sea of black. He made his way towards the basketball team's table.
"Oi, Sakuragi, have you seen Akane?" he demanded.
"No, why?" the dense red head asked.
"No, sensai needs to see us to arrange for a time to retake a quiz. He needs to see us now, so can you like."
Before Mitsui can finish his sentence, Hanamichi had already stood up and hollered at the cafeteria, "Has anyone seen Katsura Akane, the big fat Godzilla around?"
Mitsui covered his eyes with his hand, certain that every pair of eyes in the entire cafeteria was on them now. "I was thinking more a long of the lines of asking the gundam to look for her," he told him, whilst trying to ignore the throbbing vein in his forehead. He scanned the room and saw a familiar figure sneaking towards the nearest exit.
"Stop her!" Mitsui yelled, ignoring the stunned looks that were directed at his direction.
Oh, this is so mortifying! How could they do this to me? I can die embarrassment! Akane thought, her face red from humiliation as she headed for the nearest exit quietly. She gasped when she heard Mitsui shout and without even stopping to think, she ran blindly towards the doors with the word 'exit' in green on top of it.
SMACK!
I think I ran into someone, Akane thought dizzily . A bowl of ramen sailed through the air from someone's tray.
I think I ran into someone, Akane thought dizzily
And landed on Kawamura Junzo's head.
Kawamura Junzo - the 190 cm tall rugby player that's positively bursting with muscles. Kawamura Junzo - the one known with his bad temper and unreasonable personality. The same Kawamura Junzo was standing in front of half the student body with an upturned plastic bowl on his head and noodles entangled in his hair.
Least to say, he was not at all happy.
Akane scuttled out of the way as Kawamura grabbed the unfortunate guy whose tray was where the bowl of ramen originated from, by the shirt fronts.
"You threw it at me?" Kawamura growled. "You were the one that threw that bowl of soup at me?" he said as he lifted the guy one foot into the air.
"I can explain!" the scrawny guy cried in fright. "It was an accident."
"I say it's not an accident," Kawamura said as he grabbed something off a nearby plate and smashed it into the poor boy's face. Akane winced at the sight. "This is to teach you never to crow me.again."
"Hey, how dare you just take my food like that, you block head!"
Akane turned around, to see a very handsome guy stand up and shout at Kawamura. She recognize him immediately - Irie Kaoru, an extremely handsome, rich and arrogant guy. With no brains at all, she added mentally.
"I do as I please," Kawamura yelled back rudely.
"Oh yeah?" Irie challenged as he grabbed a rice ball from his plate and threw it straight at Kawamura. Kawamura dodged and flew right across the cafeteria.
and this time, it landed on Hamada Chieko's hair.
"My hair!" Chieko shrieked. "Why you, as*h*le!" she cried as she grabbed the remnants of rice ball from her hair and threw it at Irie.
And let's just say that she didn't have a very good aim.
"Food fight!" somebody called.
Soon everyone was busy throwing food across the cafeteria. Takamiya immediately whipped out a small camera and snapped pictures of the elite students, looking at their worst. "Boy, this is going to make me rich!" he said gleefully as he snapped away.
Through the chaos, Mitsui spied someone resembling the girl he was after crawling towards the doors.
"Oh no, you don't!" Mitsui cried as he climbed onto the table and ran across the canteen. No doubt, he was hit by many a flying food missile, but at that point, he didn't really care.
Akane groaned when she heard his voice over the din of shouts and war cries. She got to her feet and ran out of the war zone and sped down the corridor, with Mitsui right at her heels.
She turned to the right and was confronted by two doors. She stood in front of the two, and debated which one to take.
"Oh, what the heck!" she cried as she ran through the door leading to the right.
Seconds later, Mitsui whizzed past that door, without giving it a second glance.
***
Akane: GYAAA!!! takes out a real katana and waves it at Ghostlie
Ghostlie: swallows Careful now.Backs away
Akane: I can kill you! Just because you created me doesn't mean you can make a fool out of me!
Mitsui: Yeah! And you didn't even create me!!! Look at me! I reek of leftovers!
Ghostlie: ^^;;
Standard Disclaimers Apply.
Ahh. I'm back! I'm very happy to present you with Part 17.
Just a short reminder: This is an anime based fan fiction and it can get highly unbelievable at times.
But then again, that is why we love anime ne?
*** [It's still Monday]
"Ohayo gozaimazu, Mitusi-san," Akane greeted him formally, trying to ignore the frantic thumping in her chest.
What happened to good ol' Mitchy? Mitsui thought.
"Ohayo Katsura-san. If my memory serves me correct, your place is there," Mitsui said, pointing at their tables. With me, he added silently.
"My specs broke and I need to sit in front to see the board clearly," Akane quickly put in. Another lie. She is getting good at this.
"Ano - Katsura san, I just saw you wearing them this morning," Tamazaki unwittingly blurted out. Mitsui turned expectantly at Akane, as if demanding an explanation.
Akane could have cheerfully murdered him right there and then. "Aa - that was before I tripped broke them." Another one for Katsura Akane!
"Let me see it, maybe I can fix it," Mitsui persisted.
Akane reluctantly opened her bag and rummaged around. Hesitating a moment, she closed her eyes and twisted the fragile frame before withdrawing them out of the bag and hanging it back to Mitsui. There goes my paycheck for another pair, she thought miserably. It doesn't pay to lie.
Mitsui took them and studied them. There wasn't even a scratch on the lenses but the frame was another story. It was horribly mangled.
"Beats me how it could have ended up this way," he said as he handed them back to her.
"I tripped and they fell.and Rukawa came and ran them over with his bike," Akane quickly improvised.
"Honto ni? (Really?) I must ask him how he did it without cracking the lenses whilst creating such a creative design," Mitsui replied sardonically.
"Iie (no), you know Rukawa, he probably can't remember it," Akane said.
"True, maybe Tamazaki-san and I should exchange places. I believe your partner is over there," Mitsui looked at Tamazaki, the unvoiced threat evident in his voice.
"Iie! (No!) I need Tamazaki-kun something about the bio paper we took last week," Akane lied, again.
"Ano - Katsura-san, you did very well for your paper," Tamazaki interjected.
"Urusei," Akane hissed at him. Tamazaki is so dense and has this knack for saying the right things at the wrong time.
"I can help you," Mitsui volunteered.
"Ano - Mitsui-kun, but I think you failed that paper." She was mentally smirking but her voice was downright polite. Mitsui flushed up when he remembered his score.
To Akane's utmost relief, Anami-sensai walked in right then. Mitsui had no choice but to hurry to his place.
Throughout the lesson, Mitsui kept glancing across the class at the 'couple'. Hamada Chieko kept whispering things in low seductive tones to him, but of course went unheeded.
And the 'couple' kept laughing together as the lesson wore on.
I should never have kissed her there and then, Mitsui thought angrily as he continued to watch them. I should have tied her to a chair, kiss her and then make her listen to me.
"Hisashi, are you listening to me?" the highly irritating voice of Hamada Chieko penetrated his thoughts.
"Don't ever call me by my given name," he replied crossly to her, his eyes never leaving Akane.
It's that fatso again, Chieko thought angrily. Katsura Akane, you just wait. I'm going to make you pay!
*** Akane rose to leave as soon as the bell rung for lunch.
Mitsui of course quickly followed her.
Calm down, Akane, she thought hysterically. How can I calm down? I'm not ready to confront him! She stole a look over her shoulder to see his tall form turning round the corner. But he is so determined to talk about it.
Ok, lesson 1 on how to lose a stalker by Dr. K. Go to a public place and lose yourself in the crowd. Yes, the cafeteria! Akane thought as she sped towards the noisy cafeteria. She quickly grabbed a tray and piled some food on it, handed the elderly lady some money and hurried away.
Damn, where is she? Mitsui cursed as he scanned the heads bobbing up and down in his line of version. Being a basketball player, he was taller than the rest of the crowd. He could see Sakuragi's red mop of hair, standing out in the sea of black. He made his way towards the basketball team's table.
"Oi, Sakuragi, have you seen Akane?" he demanded.
"No, why?" the dense red head asked.
"No, sensai needs to see us to arrange for a time to retake a quiz. He needs to see us now, so can you like."
Before Mitsui can finish his sentence, Hanamichi had already stood up and hollered at the cafeteria, "Has anyone seen Katsura Akane, the big fat Godzilla around?"
Mitsui covered his eyes with his hand, certain that every pair of eyes in the entire cafeteria was on them now. "I was thinking more a long of the lines of asking the gundam to look for her," he told him, whilst trying to ignore the throbbing vein in his forehead. He scanned the room and saw a familiar figure sneaking towards the nearest exit.
"Stop her!" Mitsui yelled, ignoring the stunned looks that were directed at his direction.
Oh, this is so mortifying! How could they do this to me? I can die embarrassment! Akane thought, her face red from humiliation as she headed for the nearest exit quietly. She gasped when she heard Mitsui shout and without even stopping to think, she ran blindly towards the doors with the word 'exit' in green on top of it.
SMACK!
I think I ran into someone, Akane thought dizzily . A bowl of ramen sailed through the air from someone's tray.
I think I ran into someone, Akane thought dizzily
And landed on Kawamura Junzo's head.
Kawamura Junzo - the 190 cm tall rugby player that's positively bursting with muscles. Kawamura Junzo - the one known with his bad temper and unreasonable personality. The same Kawamura Junzo was standing in front of half the student body with an upturned plastic bowl on his head and noodles entangled in his hair.
Least to say, he was not at all happy.
Akane scuttled out of the way as Kawamura grabbed the unfortunate guy whose tray was where the bowl of ramen originated from, by the shirt fronts.
"You threw it at me?" Kawamura growled. "You were the one that threw that bowl of soup at me?" he said as he lifted the guy one foot into the air.
"I can explain!" the scrawny guy cried in fright. "It was an accident."
"I say it's not an accident," Kawamura said as he grabbed something off a nearby plate and smashed it into the poor boy's face. Akane winced at the sight. "This is to teach you never to crow me.again."
"Hey, how dare you just take my food like that, you block head!"
Akane turned around, to see a very handsome guy stand up and shout at Kawamura. She recognize him immediately - Irie Kaoru, an extremely handsome, rich and arrogant guy. With no brains at all, she added mentally.
"I do as I please," Kawamura yelled back rudely.
"Oh yeah?" Irie challenged as he grabbed a rice ball from his plate and threw it straight at Kawamura. Kawamura dodged and flew right across the cafeteria.
and this time, it landed on Hamada Chieko's hair.
"My hair!" Chieko shrieked. "Why you, as*h*le!" she cried as she grabbed the remnants of rice ball from her hair and threw it at Irie.
And let's just say that she didn't have a very good aim.
"Food fight!" somebody called.
Soon everyone was busy throwing food across the cafeteria. Takamiya immediately whipped out a small camera and snapped pictures of the elite students, looking at their worst. "Boy, this is going to make me rich!" he said gleefully as he snapped away.
Through the chaos, Mitsui spied someone resembling the girl he was after crawling towards the doors.
"Oh no, you don't!" Mitsui cried as he climbed onto the table and ran across the canteen. No doubt, he was hit by many a flying food missile, but at that point, he didn't really care.
Akane groaned when she heard his voice over the din of shouts and war cries. She got to her feet and ran out of the war zone and sped down the corridor, with Mitsui right at her heels.
She turned to the right and was confronted by two doors. She stood in front of the two, and debated which one to take.
"Oh, what the heck!" she cried as she ran through the door leading to the right.
Seconds later, Mitsui whizzed past that door, without giving it a second glance.
***
Akane: GYAAA!!! takes out a real katana and waves it at Ghostlie
Ghostlie: swallows Careful now.Backs away
Akane: I can kill you! Just because you created me doesn't mean you can make a fool out of me!
Mitsui: Yeah! And you didn't even create me!!! Look at me! I reek of leftovers!
Ghostlie: ^^;;