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A Hiro & Kisa fan fiction -
By TobenaiTori - Silver
Chapter 4: The script and the characters
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Silver: o0' sorry for the long break... I was having a major laziness attack. There for, I made this one a lot longer than the others XD a lot... the rest was one to four pages on Word... this one's like... eight (nine if you include notes from me... but PLZ read it) Well, here it is 0o' rr plz! Keep reading, even after the chapter is over, to see how you can help me.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY FRUITS BASKET CHARAS! Nor do I own FB
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By the time they entered the gym, Hiro had cooled down quite a bit. His heart, however, kept skipping a beat or two when he thought about how they have just hugged each other. No. She was crying! I had to do something to comfort her. It wasn't a love hug or whatever they call it. As he took his papers to his school teacher, Hiro tried to convince himself, failing each time. But... how if it was? No, no, no! It wasn't! She was crying! It's only to comfort her! But she hugged me! Argh, stop thinking like that Hiro! It was only for comfort! Hiro paused only to hold out the papers to his teacher.
"Thank you, Hiro. The meeting should start in a few minutes, so you should stay in here."
"Yes sir..."
Muttering, Hiro left to go to Kisa's side once more, still arguing with himself.
Kisa sat at the corner of the bleachers, eyes still wet from tears. She stared down at her feat wearily, flinching whenever she heard someone near her. Having heard rather bold footsteps, she froze. Who was it? Was it that boy? That bully? Was he coming to revenge? Fearfully, she slowly lifted her gaze from her feat to the Boy standing in front of her. She relaxed almost at once. It was only Hiro-chan.
"Hiro-chan? Is something wrong?"
Seeing his confused eyes, Kisa worriedly took his hand. Hiro, after all that he was thinking, froze and his heart skipped a couple of beats. What am I thinking? No, no, no! You got it all wrong, Hiro! It-is-not- anything-like-that! Hiro made yet another attempt to convince himself that she didn't like him the way he did.
"Hiro-chan?"
With her worried eyes watching his, Hiro's train of thoughts suddenly made a different turn. Yeah... It isn't anything like that... She likes Tohru. He clenched his freehand tightly. She likes Tohru better than him. Without wanting to, his eyes reflected sorrow and jealousy for a split second. He wanted to bite his lip but instead, he dug his nails into his palms, attempting to hide his feelings from Kisa.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Kisa blinked. His eyes had just shined differently. Was she seeing things? Probably.
"Oh... okay then..."
"Why?"
"No... nothing..."
"No, tell me!"
"Er... you just looked confused."
Kisa looked away. She wanted to thank Hiro, but she couldn't put it in words. So she wanted to be his strength for once. He had always helped her. Why can't she help him? It wasn't fair. A tiger as she was, she could never be anyone's strength. She could never help anyone else.
Hiro, in the mean time, was yelling silently in his thoughts. It-is- not-anything-like-that! How many times do I need to repeat that?! What's wrong with me? It-is-not-anything-like-that! But...! No, no, no! No buts! Argh! She likes Tohru! Not me! Only as a friend!
"All students in the play, the play meeting is about to begin in the gym. The play meeting is about to begin in the gym. Thank you."
The speaker broke through all the noise in the gym. Children came thundering into the gym. But the bully came in rather quietly, as if to make sure someone wouldn't try to trip him. Hiro and Kisa looked to the teachers and, hand in hand, walked toward the assembling crowd of children.
"Kisa?"
"...yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
Kisa blinked and blushed a little. Was he still concerned over her? Though she didn't want to cause troubled feelings to anyone, she felt warm and happy about this.
"...I'm fine..."
Keeping a distance with other people, they stood looking around. As Kisa's school principle came up to the center, the children bowed and took a seat.
"As you know, we all came to..."
Oh no. A speech. Hiro lost concentration almost immediately. He hated speeches. His own math teacher seemed to be like a stupid fly buzzing around and around and around his head until Hiro was sure he'd fall asleep or even slap it, which meant slapping his teacher. Lectures were also quite annoying. Maybe he got them too often. But he was used to it all. Garbage duty, standing in the hall way, having to call his parents... it hadn't happened as often as that cat and Haru-nii, but he was still used to it.
"Now, first thing's first! All of you, go grab 5 pieces of paper and a pencil. No, this isn't a test."
The children watched the principle, wondering what in the world this was about. As soon as every child had gotten what they needed, she continued.
"We want you to write a play. Yes, a script. It can be about anything. Yes, anything at all. As long as it isn't violent or anything. Now, there are things we certainly need. Are you writing this down? Okay, we will need the following in your script; a prince, princess, seven dwarves-"
"Are we doing Snow White?"
A young boy asked. The principle coughed, giving the boy a look.
"No child, we aren't. Now hush! Stop interrupting me! Where was I? Oh yes... seven dwarves, a fancy horse, a donkey, an ogre, poisoned fruit, an evil witch, an evil king, three faithful servants, a dumb warrior, a man who is a good fighter with bow and arrows and wears green tights, a castle, a girl with an extremely long braided hair, a deer, a bunny, a cat with the ability to disappear, a wild boy, a wild man that was raised by gorillas, an elephant, a jolly bear, a hungry tiger, a pig, a creative spider, a potion of some sort, a living bear doll, a living donkey doll, a living and bouncy tiger doll, a living kangaroo doll and her child, a living piglet doll, and a mermaid."
When the children had looked up from the papers, looking rather eager, the principle gave a little smile.
"We will also need the following scenes; the living bear doll hunting for honey, the princess getting poisoned by the poisoned fruit, the prince coming to the rescue... hmm? What's this? I never said we could include this... Oh well. No matter... a scene where the princess and prince hug each other and kiss... er, of course, in the real play, we won't let THAT happen. Ever. Ever. We'll only have the two kiss each other's cheek or something. Or something. Yes. Yes.... Yes...."
The girls were giggling.
"Someone? Kiss Kisa?"
"Not in the million years!"
"Well duh! Who'd want to do THAT to her?"
Some girls were red at the thought of kissing, while others just laughed at the idea. An old teacher, looking rather uncomfortable, coughed and muttered under her breath.
"Children these days... Why, when I was their age, we couldn't even think about hugging or giving a valentine to another!"
Kisa's principle, however, took no notice.
"Okay kids! Stop talking and write your scripts! Remember! N-O violence. Zero violence. Zero percent! None! Got it? Good."
The children were suddenly silent. Even the girls. Only the sound of pencil scribbling roughly on paper was heard. With so many thoughts and ideas jumbling in their minds, the children even nearly forgot who the princess was. It took Hiro considerable strength to stop himself from writing anything stupid. Time to time, he glanced up to see how everyone else was, or look at Kisa. Though her writing was small, she wrote steadily, pausing from time to time. Angry that he was the only one with problems, Hiro concentrated back to his paper.
After what seemed like hours, the children had all finished. There was a large pile of papers up front. The teachers took it and divided the papers among one another to read. In the mean time, Kisa's principle stood upfront, turning the speaker back on.
"Now we shall be choosing who gets what part. Now, the first part is the backstage workers."
"Those were parts in a play?"
A small boy, two years younger than Hiro, raised his hand. The principle stifled a laugh.
"Yes, my boy, they were. Now, who wants that part?"
Numbers of people raised their hands. Among them was Hiro. The principle looked at all the raised hands.
"Wow, that's a lot! Let's try to lessen it, shall we? Now, we need strong people that can lift quite a bit of weight, fast people, and we also want clever people. How about now?"
A few people put their hands down.
"Oh, come on! Let's be truthful!"
A little more people put their hands down. But there were still many hands up. The principle rubbed his head.
"This... could be a problem."
Looking to Hiro's principle, Kisa's principle muttered. Hiro's principle, however old he looked, had childish thoughts.
"Keep raising your hands if your last name starts with any letter from 'a" to 'no'!"
Hiro blinked. Was his principle ever THIS childish? Oh well. He watched as numbers of hands dropped down.
"How about from 'a' to 'so'?"
That was a close one. Hiro raised his other hand, dropping his first hand to relax it. More hands dropped down. Kisa's principle looked delighted.
"Thank you sir, now we have the perfect number of people! Wait... there's one too many."
Hiro froze.
"Let's have the person in the far back do something else, shall we?"
Hiro slowly glanced behind him. No one. Angrily, he put down his hand. Since when were things so unfair? Wait... since when was his principle so childish? How embarrassing! The bully, sitting in the far front, let out a short laugh when he realized it was Hiro who was sitting in the far back. But he was soon silenced when his teacher gave him a nice long glare. Look who's laughing now? Hiro thought to himself.
"The princess is already decided... so... we'll need a prince now."
Hiro let out a short sigh. He hated working up on the stage. How if things went wrong? He'd transform! His train of thoughts, as usual, took another turn.
"Kisa? Who's the princess?"
"... me."
As if a signal, Hiro's hand shot up into the air. There weren't too many with their hands raised. Some of the girls were giggling and sniggering.
"Who's the princess?"
"It's that Kisa girl."
"Yeah, the guys should know who it is."
"Or they'll end up doomed!"
But Kisa wasn't listening. She looked at Hiro's raised hand. Was he trying to comfort her? No wait... Her heart began to race. It had to be him. Or else I'd transform. That's not good. No one'd like that. Akito might get angry. Hatori no ojichan (Uncle Hatori (????? But he isn't her uncle, that's for sure)) would have to erase everyone's memories!
"Let's have those people with their hands up stand up then. I want a better look at you all."
Kisa's principle eyed each boy who struggled to stand up. When he saw the bully stand up with a smirk crawling up his face, Hiro could've sworn he'd run up and punch the other boy in the face. But now was not the best time to go do that. As if acting like a pole, Hiro stood stock still. Kisa's principle was examining each boy who was standing. Nope, too short. Too tall. Hideous! Oh, what am I saying?! I'm a principle! Let's see... nope, won't work out... oh! Perfect!
"The boy in the back..."
Hiro relaxed.
"With the black hair."
Hiro felt like someone had just hit him in the face with a frying pan. Kisa breathed in sharply. It wasn't Hiro! Who was it? It was a boy a little away from Hiro, but in the row in front of him. Hiro felt numb from shock. This was bad! Kisa looked down at the ground. Her parents would be disappointed. But she couldn't do this. She'd have to quit. Some of the children sniggered at Hiro and Kisa. It, however, didn't continue for long.
"I think we should have Hiro be the prince."
Hiro's teacher was smiling at Hiro. Hiro relaxed once more. Then he paused. It wasn't over yet. What would Kisa's principle think?!
"Who's Hiro?"
"The boy with brown hair. Far back?"
"Oh... oh... let me think..."
The principle walked over to the side, where the other teachers were, and talked to them. All the teachers were whispering quietly, occasionally glancing at Hiro. Hiro twitched. His teacher was smiling at him. What was he smiling about? Me sitting next to a girl? Is something wrong with that? Shifting uncomfortably, he glanced down at Kisa, who looked extremely hopeful. No, it's nothing like that. It's only because if it isn't me, she'd have to quit. Yeah, that's it!
"Okay Hiro! You're our prince!"
Kisa's principle grinned cheerfully. The teachers who disagreed whispered a little among themselves. But they knew it would be useless, for the majority of the teachers liked the idea. And majority of the teachers were young. They'd defiantly be too stubborn to change their thoughts. Kisa's principle paced down quietly back to the center.
"Okay, shall we keep going now? Who wants to be the wild man that was raised by gorillas? Ah, you there! What's your name? Fukuyama Shouta? Okay then, who wants to be the gorilla mother? Ayano, I think you'd be good for the job... Ah, you there! You'd be perfect for the Gorilla boss!"
The bully saw the principle pointing at him and blinked, giving a short grunt.
"Why me?"
"Oh! That low, grumpy voice! Perfect! Perfect!"
"Huh?"
"Will you be the Gorilla boss?"
"Eh?"
"Really? You will? Thank you!"
The bully's face went blank. What just happened? Then, Hiro's words began to taunt him once more. 'Did you know they say that bullies are quite stupid?' The bully grumbled something under his breath angrily, cracking his knuckles.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Eh? Eh? Oh, er... Ueda Ryuuichirou."
"Thank you! Now, where was I? Oh, yes who wants to be the..."
Ryuuichirou, or Yuu, as his friends called him, suddenly realized that by not answering clearly, the principle had volunteered him. He buried his face into his hands, suddenly wishing he could slug Hiro half to death. No, to death. That'd be definitely satisfying.
Hiro, in the meantime, was laughing silently. Stupid bully. Stupid bully. His face was bright, his eyes reflecting happiness. He had just made Kisa happy! He looked down at Kisa who had a soft, small, gentle smile on across her face. A good sign.
An hour later, Hiro's principle looked at his watch and ended the meeting. Children literally flooded out of the gym, all talking about what they wrote in their script. They were all excited. This was going to be a fun play. Hopefully a good one too.
Hiro took Kisa's hand and, hand in hand, they walked home together. It was 4 o'clock. The meeting was three hours long. They had to leave class in order to go to the meeting. Luckily, however, they did not have to stay after school, for the play would let them gain the credit for their classes.
"Hiro-chan... look..."
Kisa pointed toward the park. The crape store was open. Do I have money? Hiro wondered quietly.
"Oh... do you want one?"
Kisa nodded, a smile spreading warmly. Hiro had to smile too.
"I'm getting chocolate. What kind do you want?"
"Oh... um... strawberry..."
"Strawberry?"
"Yeah... It was good when Onee-chan and I shared that time..."
Hiro knew what she meant right away. It was a special day. The day when Tohru told him that he was a prince. That Kisa was the princess. A prince... I am a prince. But only in the play. Hiro set his backpack down on a bench and, with his dark green wallet, walked off toward the crape store. Only in the play...
"I'd like a strawberry and a chocolate, please."
"Okay!"
The cook went off to work. Hiro looked up at the price board and put the money down on the counter and waited patiently. He was a prince already. But on the in the play. He looked up toward the bench, where Kisa waited. One day, he'd be her prince. Just one day...
"Here ya go! Thank you!"
The sheep took the two crapes and trotted back toward Kisa. Yes. One day. And on that one day, she'd like me the way I like her. He handed her, her crape.
"Thank you..."
Kisa took her crape and took a little bite out of it happily. Whenever she ate strawberry crape, she always felt warm and happy. It reminded her of onee-chan. Hiro took bites out of his chocolate crape. 4:30. They should be getting home by now. Putting his backpack back on, Hiro stole a small bite from Kisa's crape. She gasped in surprise and looked up at Hiro, and giggled.
"Hey, this isn't bad at all!"
Hiro swallowed the bite tastefully. Especially since it was from Kisa's hands. He grinned cheerfully.
"Let's get going."
A Hiro & Kisa fan fiction -
By TobenaiTori - Silver
Chapter 4: The script and the characters
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Silver: o0' sorry for the long break... I was having a major laziness attack. There for, I made this one a lot longer than the others XD a lot... the rest was one to four pages on Word... this one's like... eight (nine if you include notes from me... but PLZ read it) Well, here it is 0o' rr plz! Keep reading, even after the chapter is over, to see how you can help me.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY FRUITS BASKET CHARAS! Nor do I own FB
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By the time they entered the gym, Hiro had cooled down quite a bit. His heart, however, kept skipping a beat or two when he thought about how they have just hugged each other. No. She was crying! I had to do something to comfort her. It wasn't a love hug or whatever they call it. As he took his papers to his school teacher, Hiro tried to convince himself, failing each time. But... how if it was? No, no, no! It wasn't! She was crying! It's only to comfort her! But she hugged me! Argh, stop thinking like that Hiro! It was only for comfort! Hiro paused only to hold out the papers to his teacher.
"Thank you, Hiro. The meeting should start in a few minutes, so you should stay in here."
"Yes sir..."
Muttering, Hiro left to go to Kisa's side once more, still arguing with himself.
Kisa sat at the corner of the bleachers, eyes still wet from tears. She stared down at her feat wearily, flinching whenever she heard someone near her. Having heard rather bold footsteps, she froze. Who was it? Was it that boy? That bully? Was he coming to revenge? Fearfully, she slowly lifted her gaze from her feat to the Boy standing in front of her. She relaxed almost at once. It was only Hiro-chan.
"Hiro-chan? Is something wrong?"
Seeing his confused eyes, Kisa worriedly took his hand. Hiro, after all that he was thinking, froze and his heart skipped a couple of beats. What am I thinking? No, no, no! You got it all wrong, Hiro! It-is-not- anything-like-that! Hiro made yet another attempt to convince himself that she didn't like him the way he did.
"Hiro-chan?"
With her worried eyes watching his, Hiro's train of thoughts suddenly made a different turn. Yeah... It isn't anything like that... She likes Tohru. He clenched his freehand tightly. She likes Tohru better than him. Without wanting to, his eyes reflected sorrow and jealousy for a split second. He wanted to bite his lip but instead, he dug his nails into his palms, attempting to hide his feelings from Kisa.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Kisa blinked. His eyes had just shined differently. Was she seeing things? Probably.
"Oh... okay then..."
"Why?"
"No... nothing..."
"No, tell me!"
"Er... you just looked confused."
Kisa looked away. She wanted to thank Hiro, but she couldn't put it in words. So she wanted to be his strength for once. He had always helped her. Why can't she help him? It wasn't fair. A tiger as she was, she could never be anyone's strength. She could never help anyone else.
Hiro, in the mean time, was yelling silently in his thoughts. It-is- not-anything-like-that! How many times do I need to repeat that?! What's wrong with me? It-is-not-anything-like-that! But...! No, no, no! No buts! Argh! She likes Tohru! Not me! Only as a friend!
"All students in the play, the play meeting is about to begin in the gym. The play meeting is about to begin in the gym. Thank you."
The speaker broke through all the noise in the gym. Children came thundering into the gym. But the bully came in rather quietly, as if to make sure someone wouldn't try to trip him. Hiro and Kisa looked to the teachers and, hand in hand, walked toward the assembling crowd of children.
"Kisa?"
"...yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
Kisa blinked and blushed a little. Was he still concerned over her? Though she didn't want to cause troubled feelings to anyone, she felt warm and happy about this.
"...I'm fine..."
Keeping a distance with other people, they stood looking around. As Kisa's school principle came up to the center, the children bowed and took a seat.
"As you know, we all came to..."
Oh no. A speech. Hiro lost concentration almost immediately. He hated speeches. His own math teacher seemed to be like a stupid fly buzzing around and around and around his head until Hiro was sure he'd fall asleep or even slap it, which meant slapping his teacher. Lectures were also quite annoying. Maybe he got them too often. But he was used to it all. Garbage duty, standing in the hall way, having to call his parents... it hadn't happened as often as that cat and Haru-nii, but he was still used to it.
"Now, first thing's first! All of you, go grab 5 pieces of paper and a pencil. No, this isn't a test."
The children watched the principle, wondering what in the world this was about. As soon as every child had gotten what they needed, she continued.
"We want you to write a play. Yes, a script. It can be about anything. Yes, anything at all. As long as it isn't violent or anything. Now, there are things we certainly need. Are you writing this down? Okay, we will need the following in your script; a prince, princess, seven dwarves-"
"Are we doing Snow White?"
A young boy asked. The principle coughed, giving the boy a look.
"No child, we aren't. Now hush! Stop interrupting me! Where was I? Oh yes... seven dwarves, a fancy horse, a donkey, an ogre, poisoned fruit, an evil witch, an evil king, three faithful servants, a dumb warrior, a man who is a good fighter with bow and arrows and wears green tights, a castle, a girl with an extremely long braided hair, a deer, a bunny, a cat with the ability to disappear, a wild boy, a wild man that was raised by gorillas, an elephant, a jolly bear, a hungry tiger, a pig, a creative spider, a potion of some sort, a living bear doll, a living donkey doll, a living and bouncy tiger doll, a living kangaroo doll and her child, a living piglet doll, and a mermaid."
When the children had looked up from the papers, looking rather eager, the principle gave a little smile.
"We will also need the following scenes; the living bear doll hunting for honey, the princess getting poisoned by the poisoned fruit, the prince coming to the rescue... hmm? What's this? I never said we could include this... Oh well. No matter... a scene where the princess and prince hug each other and kiss... er, of course, in the real play, we won't let THAT happen. Ever. Ever. We'll only have the two kiss each other's cheek or something. Or something. Yes. Yes.... Yes...."
The girls were giggling.
"Someone? Kiss Kisa?"
"Not in the million years!"
"Well duh! Who'd want to do THAT to her?"
Some girls were red at the thought of kissing, while others just laughed at the idea. An old teacher, looking rather uncomfortable, coughed and muttered under her breath.
"Children these days... Why, when I was their age, we couldn't even think about hugging or giving a valentine to another!"
Kisa's principle, however, took no notice.
"Okay kids! Stop talking and write your scripts! Remember! N-O violence. Zero violence. Zero percent! None! Got it? Good."
The children were suddenly silent. Even the girls. Only the sound of pencil scribbling roughly on paper was heard. With so many thoughts and ideas jumbling in their minds, the children even nearly forgot who the princess was. It took Hiro considerable strength to stop himself from writing anything stupid. Time to time, he glanced up to see how everyone else was, or look at Kisa. Though her writing was small, she wrote steadily, pausing from time to time. Angry that he was the only one with problems, Hiro concentrated back to his paper.
After what seemed like hours, the children had all finished. There was a large pile of papers up front. The teachers took it and divided the papers among one another to read. In the mean time, Kisa's principle stood upfront, turning the speaker back on.
"Now we shall be choosing who gets what part. Now, the first part is the backstage workers."
"Those were parts in a play?"
A small boy, two years younger than Hiro, raised his hand. The principle stifled a laugh.
"Yes, my boy, they were. Now, who wants that part?"
Numbers of people raised their hands. Among them was Hiro. The principle looked at all the raised hands.
"Wow, that's a lot! Let's try to lessen it, shall we? Now, we need strong people that can lift quite a bit of weight, fast people, and we also want clever people. How about now?"
A few people put their hands down.
"Oh, come on! Let's be truthful!"
A little more people put their hands down. But there were still many hands up. The principle rubbed his head.
"This... could be a problem."
Looking to Hiro's principle, Kisa's principle muttered. Hiro's principle, however old he looked, had childish thoughts.
"Keep raising your hands if your last name starts with any letter from 'a" to 'no'!"
Hiro blinked. Was his principle ever THIS childish? Oh well. He watched as numbers of hands dropped down.
"How about from 'a' to 'so'?"
That was a close one. Hiro raised his other hand, dropping his first hand to relax it. More hands dropped down. Kisa's principle looked delighted.
"Thank you sir, now we have the perfect number of people! Wait... there's one too many."
Hiro froze.
"Let's have the person in the far back do something else, shall we?"
Hiro slowly glanced behind him. No one. Angrily, he put down his hand. Since when were things so unfair? Wait... since when was his principle so childish? How embarrassing! The bully, sitting in the far front, let out a short laugh when he realized it was Hiro who was sitting in the far back. But he was soon silenced when his teacher gave him a nice long glare. Look who's laughing now? Hiro thought to himself.
"The princess is already decided... so... we'll need a prince now."
Hiro let out a short sigh. He hated working up on the stage. How if things went wrong? He'd transform! His train of thoughts, as usual, took another turn.
"Kisa? Who's the princess?"
"... me."
As if a signal, Hiro's hand shot up into the air. There weren't too many with their hands raised. Some of the girls were giggling and sniggering.
"Who's the princess?"
"It's that Kisa girl."
"Yeah, the guys should know who it is."
"Or they'll end up doomed!"
But Kisa wasn't listening. She looked at Hiro's raised hand. Was he trying to comfort her? No wait... Her heart began to race. It had to be him. Or else I'd transform. That's not good. No one'd like that. Akito might get angry. Hatori no ojichan (Uncle Hatori (????? But he isn't her uncle, that's for sure)) would have to erase everyone's memories!
"Let's have those people with their hands up stand up then. I want a better look at you all."
Kisa's principle eyed each boy who struggled to stand up. When he saw the bully stand up with a smirk crawling up his face, Hiro could've sworn he'd run up and punch the other boy in the face. But now was not the best time to go do that. As if acting like a pole, Hiro stood stock still. Kisa's principle was examining each boy who was standing. Nope, too short. Too tall. Hideous! Oh, what am I saying?! I'm a principle! Let's see... nope, won't work out... oh! Perfect!
"The boy in the back..."
Hiro relaxed.
"With the black hair."
Hiro felt like someone had just hit him in the face with a frying pan. Kisa breathed in sharply. It wasn't Hiro! Who was it? It was a boy a little away from Hiro, but in the row in front of him. Hiro felt numb from shock. This was bad! Kisa looked down at the ground. Her parents would be disappointed. But she couldn't do this. She'd have to quit. Some of the children sniggered at Hiro and Kisa. It, however, didn't continue for long.
"I think we should have Hiro be the prince."
Hiro's teacher was smiling at Hiro. Hiro relaxed once more. Then he paused. It wasn't over yet. What would Kisa's principle think?!
"Who's Hiro?"
"The boy with brown hair. Far back?"
"Oh... oh... let me think..."
The principle walked over to the side, where the other teachers were, and talked to them. All the teachers were whispering quietly, occasionally glancing at Hiro. Hiro twitched. His teacher was smiling at him. What was he smiling about? Me sitting next to a girl? Is something wrong with that? Shifting uncomfortably, he glanced down at Kisa, who looked extremely hopeful. No, it's nothing like that. It's only because if it isn't me, she'd have to quit. Yeah, that's it!
"Okay Hiro! You're our prince!"
Kisa's principle grinned cheerfully. The teachers who disagreed whispered a little among themselves. But they knew it would be useless, for the majority of the teachers liked the idea. And majority of the teachers were young. They'd defiantly be too stubborn to change their thoughts. Kisa's principle paced down quietly back to the center.
"Okay, shall we keep going now? Who wants to be the wild man that was raised by gorillas? Ah, you there! What's your name? Fukuyama Shouta? Okay then, who wants to be the gorilla mother? Ayano, I think you'd be good for the job... Ah, you there! You'd be perfect for the Gorilla boss!"
The bully saw the principle pointing at him and blinked, giving a short grunt.
"Why me?"
"Oh! That low, grumpy voice! Perfect! Perfect!"
"Huh?"
"Will you be the Gorilla boss?"
"Eh?"
"Really? You will? Thank you!"
The bully's face went blank. What just happened? Then, Hiro's words began to taunt him once more. 'Did you know they say that bullies are quite stupid?' The bully grumbled something under his breath angrily, cracking his knuckles.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Eh? Eh? Oh, er... Ueda Ryuuichirou."
"Thank you! Now, where was I? Oh, yes who wants to be the..."
Ryuuichirou, or Yuu, as his friends called him, suddenly realized that by not answering clearly, the principle had volunteered him. He buried his face into his hands, suddenly wishing he could slug Hiro half to death. No, to death. That'd be definitely satisfying.
Hiro, in the meantime, was laughing silently. Stupid bully. Stupid bully. His face was bright, his eyes reflecting happiness. He had just made Kisa happy! He looked down at Kisa who had a soft, small, gentle smile on across her face. A good sign.
An hour later, Hiro's principle looked at his watch and ended the meeting. Children literally flooded out of the gym, all talking about what they wrote in their script. They were all excited. This was going to be a fun play. Hopefully a good one too.
Hiro took Kisa's hand and, hand in hand, they walked home together. It was 4 o'clock. The meeting was three hours long. They had to leave class in order to go to the meeting. Luckily, however, they did not have to stay after school, for the play would let them gain the credit for their classes.
"Hiro-chan... look..."
Kisa pointed toward the park. The crape store was open. Do I have money? Hiro wondered quietly.
"Oh... do you want one?"
Kisa nodded, a smile spreading warmly. Hiro had to smile too.
"I'm getting chocolate. What kind do you want?"
"Oh... um... strawberry..."
"Strawberry?"
"Yeah... It was good when Onee-chan and I shared that time..."
Hiro knew what she meant right away. It was a special day. The day when Tohru told him that he was a prince. That Kisa was the princess. A prince... I am a prince. But only in the play. Hiro set his backpack down on a bench and, with his dark green wallet, walked off toward the crape store. Only in the play...
"I'd like a strawberry and a chocolate, please."
"Okay!"
The cook went off to work. Hiro looked up at the price board and put the money down on the counter and waited patiently. He was a prince already. But on the in the play. He looked up toward the bench, where Kisa waited. One day, he'd be her prince. Just one day...
"Here ya go! Thank you!"
The sheep took the two crapes and trotted back toward Kisa. Yes. One day. And on that one day, she'd like me the way I like her. He handed her, her crape.
"Thank you..."
Kisa took her crape and took a little bite out of it happily. Whenever she ate strawberry crape, she always felt warm and happy. It reminded her of onee-chan. Hiro took bites out of his chocolate crape. 4:30. They should be getting home by now. Putting his backpack back on, Hiro stole a small bite from Kisa's crape. She gasped in surprise and looked up at Hiro, and giggled.
"Hey, this isn't bad at all!"
Hiro swallowed the bite tastefully. Especially since it was from Kisa's hands. He grinned cheerfully.
"Let's get going."