Our Little Spotlight
A Hiro & Kisa fan fiction ^-^
By TobenaiTori - Silver
Chapter 2: To the rescue @o
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Silver: Sorrysorrysorrysorry '' sorry that this chapter took too long... I was first planning to put Hiro as the main in this chapter, but it didn't work out... It was too hard for me to control him... I mean, I don't know his school life x_x' Sowwy... newho, yeah, I changed the whole chapter, so here it is! Good as new XD actually, this was done at 10:00 at night, and done fairly quickly. XD so its not perfect at all XD
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY FRUITS BASKET CHARAS!
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Wednesday came a bit too quickly for Kisa. She trotted toward the gym, looking around, as if to make sure no one was watching. As she neared the door, it suddenly seemed like a large cave entrance. With trembling hands, she swallowed hard before gripping the door handle tightly. Slowly, she eased it open and her eyes widened at the sight.
Kids crowded everywhere. Some teachers and parents talking amongst themselves in the corners, as the children ran around, playing, or talking. What made it a greater view? She had never seen so many girls and boys together. Every since middle school, she would rarely see a boy of her age or younger.
Trembling, she rushed up to a teacher, hopping no one would be looking at her. The teacher looked down when she felt someone tug shyly on her sleeve.
"Yes dear? What is it?"
"I... uh... I'm here for today's meeting."
"Okay... what's your name, dear?"
The lady grabbed a stack of papers and took a pencil, and looked down at Kisa once more, as if waiting for something. Kisa, seeing the lady looking at her, averted her eyes toward the other kids as they ran and played.
"Uh... Sohma... Sohma Kisa."
Flipping through the pages, the lady through her list and marked down an x next to Kisa's name.
"Thank you dear. You can go off and play now. But come back when we call you!"
Feeling insecure, the tiger nodded and shyly walked away. It was only then that she realized the trouble drawing up to her. She felt like hiding in a closet, locking it secure. Only, this was a school gym. No escape.
"Look, look! It's that girl... Sohma Kisa!"
"Oh, I heard of her! The other class thinks she's such a snot!"
"Oh my gawd, she is! Just look at her!"
"Blond hair? Or is that blond?"
"Looks gold to me."
"She must have dyed it."
"Did someone tell the principle?"
"Look at her eyes! Gold... just like her hair!"
"What's up with her?"
"She must have contacts to."
"Contacts? Wow, her eyes must be terrible."
"I know... she doesn't wear glasses at all."
"She must be embarrassed at the thickness of the thing!"
Giggles and sniggers. Kisa leaned against a wall and pushed herself against it. Maybe she should just run out the door. No, she can't. She can't. This is for her parents. She should suffer for them, as they did for her. The giggling and sniggering increased. Girls ditched their games and joined in on the conversation. Deciding that there was always somewhere safe in the gym, she asked quietly to the teacher,
"May I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure."
The teacher nodded before resuming talking to the other parents. Kisa stalked away, aware that this was a mistake.
"Look, she's going to the bathroom."
"You girls should go follow her and dump her head first in the toilet!"
Some boys had joined the conversation. Giggles and snorts, sniggers and sneers. The whole world would know. It was the end. For once she wished she could go back to the Sohmas' main house and ask and plead Akito to switch schools.
Before she knew it, some guys had walked over to her, all with little smirks playing on their faces. Kisa drew herself up and drew up as much courage as she could.
"What... do you want?"
Giggles. Whispers. Chuckles. It was everywhere. No escape.
"Listen to her voice!"
"What? Isn't she going to be like, "I am the Princess now, obey to me"?"
"Maybe she isn't actually that bad?"
Kisa felt warm at those words for once. Someone didn't believe what was being said. But that was soon erased and a horrible new feeling dawned upon her.
"Are you serious?"
"Duh no! How can I NOT believe when she has that hair and eyes?"
"And that voice!"
"Ha ha ha! You're so right! High-five, man!"
"Oh yeah! She is SO a foreigner. What's she doing here anyways?"
"Go back to America, blondy~!"
"Or England or where ever you come from!"
"Yeah, stupid blond!"
"Stupid blond?"
"Yeah, it's a joke in America. At least, that's what my parents told me."
"Well then blondy, I guess it's all luck that you get high-grades in class?"
"Maybe the teacher just pities her."
(note from author: o_o'' im not trying to be mean... I live in America for goodness sake... Don't hurt me x_x I just need the old "blond" joke to help me on this story... please? Don't hurt me x_x)
Laughter filled the air. Kisa shrank against the wall, looking over at the parents as if seeking for help. Of course there was no help. For if there was no escape, there was no help. She found herself trying to hold back puddles of tears in her eyes from over-flowing.
"Awww, is poor Kisa going to cry?"
"I'm the princess! My servants are being cruel!"
The children were obsessed with the idea. They laughed and added in more and more cruel thoughts to the conversation until it overwhelmed Kisa. She stood up, making the crowd pause for a moment.
"Looks like she's going to storm over to us and boss us around."
"Yeah, right! BLONDY!"
A boy had kicked a soccer ball toward her. Kisa shielded her face with her arm, and a wave of pain zapped through her little body as the ball hit her. A single tear trickled down her eyes. No parents had noticed. No escape. Forgetting her faithfulness to her parents, Kisa began to run. The door was getting nearer. Nearer. Just as she tried to reach out for it, someone grabbed the collar of her uniform from behind.
"Where do YOU think your going?"
"We aren't done with you, you know that, right?"
"No... Let go... please...!"
Kisa wailed. She pulled and pulled away from the boy, hoping no one would hug her anything. To someone outside, she must have looked like a kitten, getting beat up by a bunch of little kids, holding little sticks or rocks in the air, all aimed at her. But Kisa knew no one would be looking. As another boy neared her with the cruel grin, Kisa swung her arm, catching the boy holding her back off guard. The boy let go and yelled in surprise, as the tiger grabbed the door handle and opened and shut it just as quickly, and running off, tears now spilling from her eyes.
This was worst than in class. This was worst. While the girls would never attack her physically, the boys could harm her. She was scared. The door behind her opened and kids poured out, chasing after her. They would find out what she is. Akito would be mad. Her parents would be ashamed.
As she tried to run faster, and the first of the children were about to catch to her, Kisa tripped. Now they would get her. She shut her eyes tight as she fell toward the ground, ready to feel the pain in the crash. But it never came. Someone had grabbed hold of her around her shoulders and was trying to pull her back up. Judging by the power in the hands, Kisa knew it was a boy. It was the end. She slowly looked up at the boy, knowing that he would spit in her face, that he would beat her up. And that he would watch her transform.
"Are you okay?"
The boy was kneeled in front of her, hands still gripping her shoulders. Papers were all over on the ground behind the boy, but he made no move for them.
"Hey blondy, you think you're safe with that kid?"
The children had caught up. The tall, buff boy stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.
"Hey, let go of her. She won't need any help right now... Well, maybe after this."
Sniggers. But Kisa was only looking at the boy who saved her. The boy finally loosened his grip and looked at the other, looking rather angry and annoyed.
"Why don't you buzz off and go take on someone your own size? Or what? Are you a coward? You must be, cuz you were just about to hurt a girl half as big as you. Are you listening? I said girl. Half as big as you. Can you hear me?"
The girls were whispering once more. But it seemed more about the boy than Kisa now. She wasn't paying attention though. She gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, knowing that there was hope. There was an escape way.
"Hiro... chan?"
A Hiro & Kisa fan fiction ^-^
By TobenaiTori - Silver
Chapter 2: To the rescue @o
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Silver: Sorrysorrysorrysorry '' sorry that this chapter took too long... I was first planning to put Hiro as the main in this chapter, but it didn't work out... It was too hard for me to control him... I mean, I don't know his school life x_x' Sowwy... newho, yeah, I changed the whole chapter, so here it is! Good as new XD actually, this was done at 10:00 at night, and done fairly quickly. XD so its not perfect at all XD
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY FRUITS BASKET CHARAS!
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Wednesday came a bit too quickly for Kisa. She trotted toward the gym, looking around, as if to make sure no one was watching. As she neared the door, it suddenly seemed like a large cave entrance. With trembling hands, she swallowed hard before gripping the door handle tightly. Slowly, she eased it open and her eyes widened at the sight.
Kids crowded everywhere. Some teachers and parents talking amongst themselves in the corners, as the children ran around, playing, or talking. What made it a greater view? She had never seen so many girls and boys together. Every since middle school, she would rarely see a boy of her age or younger.
Trembling, she rushed up to a teacher, hopping no one would be looking at her. The teacher looked down when she felt someone tug shyly on her sleeve.
"Yes dear? What is it?"
"I... uh... I'm here for today's meeting."
"Okay... what's your name, dear?"
The lady grabbed a stack of papers and took a pencil, and looked down at Kisa once more, as if waiting for something. Kisa, seeing the lady looking at her, averted her eyes toward the other kids as they ran and played.
"Uh... Sohma... Sohma Kisa."
Flipping through the pages, the lady through her list and marked down an x next to Kisa's name.
"Thank you dear. You can go off and play now. But come back when we call you!"
Feeling insecure, the tiger nodded and shyly walked away. It was only then that she realized the trouble drawing up to her. She felt like hiding in a closet, locking it secure. Only, this was a school gym. No escape.
"Look, look! It's that girl... Sohma Kisa!"
"Oh, I heard of her! The other class thinks she's such a snot!"
"Oh my gawd, she is! Just look at her!"
"Blond hair? Or is that blond?"
"Looks gold to me."
"She must have dyed it."
"Did someone tell the principle?"
"Look at her eyes! Gold... just like her hair!"
"What's up with her?"
"She must have contacts to."
"Contacts? Wow, her eyes must be terrible."
"I know... she doesn't wear glasses at all."
"She must be embarrassed at the thickness of the thing!"
Giggles and sniggers. Kisa leaned against a wall and pushed herself against it. Maybe she should just run out the door. No, she can't. She can't. This is for her parents. She should suffer for them, as they did for her. The giggling and sniggering increased. Girls ditched their games and joined in on the conversation. Deciding that there was always somewhere safe in the gym, she asked quietly to the teacher,
"May I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure."
The teacher nodded before resuming talking to the other parents. Kisa stalked away, aware that this was a mistake.
"Look, she's going to the bathroom."
"You girls should go follow her and dump her head first in the toilet!"
Some boys had joined the conversation. Giggles and snorts, sniggers and sneers. The whole world would know. It was the end. For once she wished she could go back to the Sohmas' main house and ask and plead Akito to switch schools.
Before she knew it, some guys had walked over to her, all with little smirks playing on their faces. Kisa drew herself up and drew up as much courage as she could.
"What... do you want?"
Giggles. Whispers. Chuckles. It was everywhere. No escape.
"Listen to her voice!"
"What? Isn't she going to be like, "I am the Princess now, obey to me"?"
"Maybe she isn't actually that bad?"
Kisa felt warm at those words for once. Someone didn't believe what was being said. But that was soon erased and a horrible new feeling dawned upon her.
"Are you serious?"
"Duh no! How can I NOT believe when she has that hair and eyes?"
"And that voice!"
"Ha ha ha! You're so right! High-five, man!"
"Oh yeah! She is SO a foreigner. What's she doing here anyways?"
"Go back to America, blondy~!"
"Or England or where ever you come from!"
"Yeah, stupid blond!"
"Stupid blond?"
"Yeah, it's a joke in America. At least, that's what my parents told me."
"Well then blondy, I guess it's all luck that you get high-grades in class?"
"Maybe the teacher just pities her."
(note from author: o_o'' im not trying to be mean... I live in America for goodness sake... Don't hurt me x_x I just need the old "blond" joke to help me on this story... please? Don't hurt me x_x)
Laughter filled the air. Kisa shrank against the wall, looking over at the parents as if seeking for help. Of course there was no help. For if there was no escape, there was no help. She found herself trying to hold back puddles of tears in her eyes from over-flowing.
"Awww, is poor Kisa going to cry?"
"I'm the princess! My servants are being cruel!"
The children were obsessed with the idea. They laughed and added in more and more cruel thoughts to the conversation until it overwhelmed Kisa. She stood up, making the crowd pause for a moment.
"Looks like she's going to storm over to us and boss us around."
"Yeah, right! BLONDY!"
A boy had kicked a soccer ball toward her. Kisa shielded her face with her arm, and a wave of pain zapped through her little body as the ball hit her. A single tear trickled down her eyes. No parents had noticed. No escape. Forgetting her faithfulness to her parents, Kisa began to run. The door was getting nearer. Nearer. Just as she tried to reach out for it, someone grabbed the collar of her uniform from behind.
"Where do YOU think your going?"
"We aren't done with you, you know that, right?"
"No... Let go... please...!"
Kisa wailed. She pulled and pulled away from the boy, hoping no one would hug her anything. To someone outside, she must have looked like a kitten, getting beat up by a bunch of little kids, holding little sticks or rocks in the air, all aimed at her. But Kisa knew no one would be looking. As another boy neared her with the cruel grin, Kisa swung her arm, catching the boy holding her back off guard. The boy let go and yelled in surprise, as the tiger grabbed the door handle and opened and shut it just as quickly, and running off, tears now spilling from her eyes.
This was worst than in class. This was worst. While the girls would never attack her physically, the boys could harm her. She was scared. The door behind her opened and kids poured out, chasing after her. They would find out what she is. Akito would be mad. Her parents would be ashamed.
As she tried to run faster, and the first of the children were about to catch to her, Kisa tripped. Now they would get her. She shut her eyes tight as she fell toward the ground, ready to feel the pain in the crash. But it never came. Someone had grabbed hold of her around her shoulders and was trying to pull her back up. Judging by the power in the hands, Kisa knew it was a boy. It was the end. She slowly looked up at the boy, knowing that he would spit in her face, that he would beat her up. And that he would watch her transform.
"Are you okay?"
The boy was kneeled in front of her, hands still gripping her shoulders. Papers were all over on the ground behind the boy, but he made no move for them.
"Hey blondy, you think you're safe with that kid?"
The children had caught up. The tall, buff boy stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.
"Hey, let go of her. She won't need any help right now... Well, maybe after this."
Sniggers. But Kisa was only looking at the boy who saved her. The boy finally loosened his grip and looked at the other, looking rather angry and annoyed.
"Why don't you buzz off and go take on someone your own size? Or what? Are you a coward? You must be, cuz you were just about to hurt a girl half as big as you. Are you listening? I said girl. Half as big as you. Can you hear me?"
The girls were whispering once more. But it seemed more about the boy than Kisa now. She wasn't paying attention though. She gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, knowing that there was hope. There was an escape way.
"Hiro... chan?"