HEY!!
HEY YOU!!
GET OUT OF OUR WAY, BECAUSE TODAY IS THE DAY WE WILL PUT YOU AWAY!!
~ ~ Sing with me!! ~ ~
CAN'T TOUCH THIS! NA NA NA NA, NA NA, NA NA!!!
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
Running to You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 5: Janitors & Tea
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
He had watched them at lunchtime, chatting away like immature children. Of course, they still were in a sense. He was a little aggravated at the thought of another troublemaker to add to his list, but what the hell. It was just another excuse to use his authority over the students.
The man took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke filing out of his nostrils in thin, ghost-like tendrils.
Purposely leaving the cart in the hallway was just part of the fun. Little Kamiya and Takani-chan took to it, using the contraption as camouflage to spy on the three overgrown brats.
He had seen the newcomer, petite in stature. One word came to mind, and that baka rooster echoed it through. 'Weasel'. He would have to keep a close eye on that one, and it only confirmed his decision more so when he saw the little braided thing hitch a ride with the school ice cube, Shinomori Aoshi.
Yes, he would get his revenge yet. Picking up his pruning shears, the lithe man walked balk into the school, a single thought permeating his mind.
'No one gets past janitor Saitou.'
* * *
The ride back to their street was a lively one. Aoshi let Misao turn on the radio (though not too loud) and didn't seem to mind that she sang along at the top of her lungs, receiving curious stares from pedestrians and other drivers.
She giggled hysterically at the commotion she had caused, her face burning a tomato red when Aoshi turned to stare, one eyebrow elegantly raised.
"Sing along Aoshi-sama! It's fun!" Misao coaxed, still eliciting no response from her chauffeur.
He began to mutter something under his breath about the dangers of driving children around, but it wasn't loud enough for Misao to pick up. As the car turned the corner, Aoshi began to wonder if he would be bullied into driving the girl to school and back every day, possibly having to suffer from more off-key 'singing', and non-stop babbling.
He was surprised that he wasn't completely bothered by it. Ever since their first encounter this morning, Aoshi was taken off-guard by the strange feeling that Misao was someone that needed to be protected from any and all lurking dangers.
'Where did that come from? I really need to get some rest.'
Aoshi drove up the long driveway to his house. He had to admit, it was impressive. The area in which the two lived was not average. The whole block reeked of money. His father was a successful entrepreneur, head of KT Financial, an insurance haven. Mrs. Shinomori, however, was an aerobics titan, owning an exercise club on the other side of town.
Misao's eyes were the size of fishbowls as she watched the passing scenery on the way up to the mansion. The yard was filled with Sakura trees, just beginning to bloom, but house was a stark contrast to the natural beauty of the foliage.
It was a dark grey brick, fine architectural details scaling the dwelling. The residence was very beautiful, but very cold looking. She wondered if this was part of the reason why Aoshi never smiled, but she remained silent, continuing to marvel at the place.
They exited the mustang, and Aoshi walked past her and to the front door.
Misao just stood there, not sure as whether to leave. She thought it would be best to go, and reminded herself to thank him for the ride tomorrow.
She hadn't gotten three paces away when his voice stopped her.
"Misao-chan, are you coming?"
She practically ran back to him, but decided against an encore embarrassment. Misao beamed inside, her entire being radiating happiness as she followed him into the massive cave.
Aoshi led her through the halls and into the kitchen, where he promptly deposited his bag on the floor, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.
Misao asked where the kettle was, explaining that she wanted to make some tea.
Breaking the ice (lol), she piped up with a few questions.
"So, how long have you lived here?"
"About as long as I can remember, I guess."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"No."
"I do! I have a sister named Okon. She's nice most of the time, but she really likes to get on my nerves." Misao fisted her right hand for emphasis on the comment.
"So what do your parents do?"
"My father is a businessman, and my mother is an aerobics instructor."
"Cool! I think I already told you that my grandfather owns a restaurant." She looked up at him, sitting there quietly, sipping at his tea.
"Aa..."
Misao looked at her watch, screeching in alarm.
"Oh no! It's past 4:30! Jiya's gonna hold off my paycheck! Misao no baka!"
"What's the matter?"
"I'm late for work at the Aoiya! Gomen Aoshi-sama, but I really have to get going! Domo arigato for the ride and snacks!"
She smiled brightly, grabbing her bag as she zoomed out of the kitchen before Aoshi could blink.
'Such a strange girl.' He thought placidly as he drank the remainder of his tea.
Misao ran down the driveway, turning to look back at the looming house.
'Misao and Aoshi-sama, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!'
She barked out a laugh at her mind, wondering how she could get so attached to somebody in only one day.
She could hear Okon fussing to Jiya over the phone about her whereabouts, her sister trying to give him reassurances that she would walk through the door at any minute.
"Okon! Sorry I'm late. I was at a friend's house."
"Mou! Misao-chan! You had us worried sick!" She could hear Jiya's shrill cry through the receiver at Okon's mention of her name. "Don't worry Okina, you can yell and hug her when you come home."
The older girl replaced the phone, turning to her sister with a frustrated aura about her, hands on hips.
"Whydidntyoucall?! Ithoughtsomethingterriblehadhappened!!"
"Well, you see, I got a ride home with Aoshi-sama because I forgot what street we live on, and then he invited me in for snacks..."
"AOSHI-SAMA?! WHO IS THIS AOSHI-SAMA?!"
"A boy I ran into today."
"MISAO-CHAN!! Is he cute?"
TBC...
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
Well, well, well...aren't things beginning to get interesting. . .
Ha! I can't wait to start Okon's interrogation on Misao's mystery man.
I wasn't sure whether or not to include the part where Misao went inside of Aoshi's house, but I thought "What the hell, why not!"
It was brief, I admit, but I didn't have too many motives of why she should stay there for too long anyways.
What do you think of the latest addition? JANITOR SAITOU?! Rofl... Yes, I know. But don't you think that the position of evil janitor kind of suits him?
Until next time!! Toodles!!
Chibi-Nikoru (^_^)
HEY YOU!!
GET OUT OF OUR WAY, BECAUSE TODAY IS THE DAY WE WILL PUT YOU AWAY!!
~ ~ Sing with me!! ~ ~
CAN'T TOUCH THIS! NA NA NA NA, NA NA, NA NA!!!
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
Running to You
By Chibi-Nikoru
Chapter 5: Janitors & Tea
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
He had watched them at lunchtime, chatting away like immature children. Of course, they still were in a sense. He was a little aggravated at the thought of another troublemaker to add to his list, but what the hell. It was just another excuse to use his authority over the students.
The man took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke filing out of his nostrils in thin, ghost-like tendrils.
Purposely leaving the cart in the hallway was just part of the fun. Little Kamiya and Takani-chan took to it, using the contraption as camouflage to spy on the three overgrown brats.
He had seen the newcomer, petite in stature. One word came to mind, and that baka rooster echoed it through. 'Weasel'. He would have to keep a close eye on that one, and it only confirmed his decision more so when he saw the little braided thing hitch a ride with the school ice cube, Shinomori Aoshi.
Yes, he would get his revenge yet. Picking up his pruning shears, the lithe man walked balk into the school, a single thought permeating his mind.
'No one gets past janitor Saitou.'
* * *
The ride back to their street was a lively one. Aoshi let Misao turn on the radio (though not too loud) and didn't seem to mind that she sang along at the top of her lungs, receiving curious stares from pedestrians and other drivers.
She giggled hysterically at the commotion she had caused, her face burning a tomato red when Aoshi turned to stare, one eyebrow elegantly raised.
"Sing along Aoshi-sama! It's fun!" Misao coaxed, still eliciting no response from her chauffeur.
He began to mutter something under his breath about the dangers of driving children around, but it wasn't loud enough for Misao to pick up. As the car turned the corner, Aoshi began to wonder if he would be bullied into driving the girl to school and back every day, possibly having to suffer from more off-key 'singing', and non-stop babbling.
He was surprised that he wasn't completely bothered by it. Ever since their first encounter this morning, Aoshi was taken off-guard by the strange feeling that Misao was someone that needed to be protected from any and all lurking dangers.
'Where did that come from? I really need to get some rest.'
Aoshi drove up the long driveway to his house. He had to admit, it was impressive. The area in which the two lived was not average. The whole block reeked of money. His father was a successful entrepreneur, head of KT Financial, an insurance haven. Mrs. Shinomori, however, was an aerobics titan, owning an exercise club on the other side of town.
Misao's eyes were the size of fishbowls as she watched the passing scenery on the way up to the mansion. The yard was filled with Sakura trees, just beginning to bloom, but house was a stark contrast to the natural beauty of the foliage.
It was a dark grey brick, fine architectural details scaling the dwelling. The residence was very beautiful, but very cold looking. She wondered if this was part of the reason why Aoshi never smiled, but she remained silent, continuing to marvel at the place.
They exited the mustang, and Aoshi walked past her and to the front door.
Misao just stood there, not sure as whether to leave. She thought it would be best to go, and reminded herself to thank him for the ride tomorrow.
She hadn't gotten three paces away when his voice stopped her.
"Misao-chan, are you coming?"
She practically ran back to him, but decided against an encore embarrassment. Misao beamed inside, her entire being radiating happiness as she followed him into the massive cave.
Aoshi led her through the halls and into the kitchen, where he promptly deposited his bag on the floor, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.
Misao asked where the kettle was, explaining that she wanted to make some tea.
Breaking the ice (lol), she piped up with a few questions.
"So, how long have you lived here?"
"About as long as I can remember, I guess."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"No."
"I do! I have a sister named Okon. She's nice most of the time, but she really likes to get on my nerves." Misao fisted her right hand for emphasis on the comment.
"So what do your parents do?"
"My father is a businessman, and my mother is an aerobics instructor."
"Cool! I think I already told you that my grandfather owns a restaurant." She looked up at him, sitting there quietly, sipping at his tea.
"Aa..."
Misao looked at her watch, screeching in alarm.
"Oh no! It's past 4:30! Jiya's gonna hold off my paycheck! Misao no baka!"
"What's the matter?"
"I'm late for work at the Aoiya! Gomen Aoshi-sama, but I really have to get going! Domo arigato for the ride and snacks!"
She smiled brightly, grabbing her bag as she zoomed out of the kitchen before Aoshi could blink.
'Such a strange girl.' He thought placidly as he drank the remainder of his tea.
Misao ran down the driveway, turning to look back at the looming house.
'Misao and Aoshi-sama, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!'
She barked out a laugh at her mind, wondering how she could get so attached to somebody in only one day.
She could hear Okon fussing to Jiya over the phone about her whereabouts, her sister trying to give him reassurances that she would walk through the door at any minute.
"Okon! Sorry I'm late. I was at a friend's house."
"Mou! Misao-chan! You had us worried sick!" She could hear Jiya's shrill cry through the receiver at Okon's mention of her name. "Don't worry Okina, you can yell and hug her when you come home."
The older girl replaced the phone, turning to her sister with a frustrated aura about her, hands on hips.
"Whydidntyoucall?! Ithoughtsomethingterriblehadhappened!!"
"Well, you see, I got a ride home with Aoshi-sama because I forgot what street we live on, and then he invited me in for snacks..."
"AOSHI-SAMA?! WHO IS THIS AOSHI-SAMA?!"
"A boy I ran into today."
"MISAO-CHAN!! Is he cute?"
TBC...
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§
Well, well, well...aren't things beginning to get interesting. . .
Ha! I can't wait to start Okon's interrogation on Misao's mystery man.
I wasn't sure whether or not to include the part where Misao went inside of Aoshi's house, but I thought "What the hell, why not!"
It was brief, I admit, but I didn't have too many motives of why she should stay there for too long anyways.
What do you think of the latest addition? JANITOR SAITOU?! Rofl... Yes, I know. But don't you think that the position of evil janitor kind of suits him?
Until next time!! Toodles!!
Chibi-Nikoru (^_^)