Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello everyone again! This chapter won't be as funny as the last chapter (as if the last chapter was funny), I think, it's more dramatic for development and whatnot. I don't know, I'll see whatever things I think up when I write. But anyway, the notes are just about that, if you don't understand something in this fiction, or don't know the names, please refer to the notes in the previous chapter, and if that doesn't help.....drop it in the review box or send me an e-mail.
Oh. And this.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine, and all that weird stuff I said in the disclaimer before this one.
Prelude - Chapter 0.1: What becomes of us tomorrow?
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"So, basically, to say, you kid-......captur-......brought us here, in order so that we agree to act like girls for a year, so you can tape it and broadcast it nationally." Yamato concluded.
"That's quite right." The woman, who now can be seen clearly - and looked less threatening than the boys have thought -, said.
Taichi banged, what apparently, was a table in front of him, and shouted. "What kind of joke is this? I won't take this kind of prank!"
The woman reached in her inner breast pocket of her jacket, and pulled out a card, which is now resting on the table.
Takeru slowly recited the words on the card.
"Himiharu Rumiko....."
"Executive manager....."
".....Tokyo TV."
(Note that Tokyo TV station is purely fictional, I'm not sure if it exists or not, but I just made it up to seem all powerful and that, but if it does exist, I'm disclaiming it here.)
Sweatdrops.
Murmurs.
"Tokyo TV, isn't that the big national television station?" Ken whispered.
"Yeah, it is, and it was also responsible for a quite a few popular J- dramas." Koushiro answer and added.
"Holy shit, then she's the real deal?" Taichi muttered, but not quietly enough so that Rumiko couldn't hear.
Takeru started shivering, in both excitement and fear. "Then this is no joke, there really is hundreds of millions of dollars in this."
"But we have to pretend to be girls for a year, in a girl dorm, and still, not be discovered our true identity." Yamato sighed.
Sticking his head away from the gathered group, Koushiro questioned, "Could you tell us more of the details?"
Rumiko backed up a few steps, and then sat down on a relatively large chair.
"Basically, our ratings are suffering lately. We need something that would keep people watching. Our brilliant producers thought up this idea, and basically, we grabbed the most appropriate group of boys we could find, and apparently, you are them." Rumiko said calmly.
"Go on."
"Anyway, your job is to stay in the Sakura all-girl school for a year, and in which you will also be living in their dormitory. We will try our best to assist you in certain situations, and we will prepare you so that you do look like girls. Of course, we will be constantly in contact by means of a small device installed in your ear and mouth. Don't worry, you won't even notice it, and we'll remove it after the year is over. But in most of all, we'd like you to obey our orders. Certainly, hiding in a corner, being loners will easily assist you, but that will result in disqualification. Of course, we will record the whole year's process, cut out certain scenes, and broadcast them."
"And how do you suppose that you record us? Place video cameras on us?" Koushiro scoffed.
Rumiko flinged a bit of her hair back. "No, we have these insect like cameras by which we will find experts to operate and observe you."
Mutters.
"Aren't those things the high technology things?"
"I heard they were used to spy in wars."
"Crazy bitch."
Mutters.
"I heard that." Rumiko threw a killing glance at the boys. "Anyway, we're not forcing you to agree. We'll let you go back first, think is over and deal with whatever."
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Taichi blinked a few times, trying to relieve his eyes of an itch without using his hands.
"I couldn't believe they blindfolded us on the ride back as well." Yamato shook his head.
"Well....." Takeru said, his head looking down.
"I guess....." Ken continued for him.
"This is it." Koushiro sighed.
The five boys walked in separate directions from where they once gathered, and left with weighted thoughts in their mind.
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"What's wrong, Ken, you're not eating much." Ken's mother observed.
The dishes tonight were not Ken's absolute favourites, but he usually enjoyed them over most other dishes. The rice in his bowl was only rearranged by moving his chopsticks in the rice, and not actually eaten.
"Okaa-san. Otou-san. How would you feel if I was not here for an entire year?" Ken asked, silencing both his mother and father.
"Ken! Is someone threatening to take you away? Kidnap you? Oh no!" Ken's mother suddenly became quite hysterical, and tears started to form at her eyes.
"Nonono, Okaa-san. It's different. It's.....that what if I'm willing for that?" Ken corrected carefully, but he know that saying that will break his mother's heart ever further.
"Are you saying you want to move out, Ken?" Ken's father's voice had become strict.
Ken violently shook his head. "It's.....not like that. It's not like I want to, but, it's just that-"
"Are you saying you want to move out?" Ken's father's voice grew louder.
Ken bit his lips. "Yes."
A sigh.
"Your okaa-san and I will think about it."
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"How's the patient doing?"
"Her status is critical, if we can't find an organ donor soon, I'm afraid....."
Ken's eyes stared blankly at the television screen, his eyes reflecting the image. It was his own television. It was certainly smaller, not to mention less channels. But he preferred to watch it in his own room.
//I wonder if it was right doing that. After all, it's not like a life long dream of mine to become a girl. If I do succeed, the money might just go to okaa-san and otou-san. They don't need that much money.
Flick.
"And that's why, I use Spiffer!"
Flick.
"All of you don't know nothin'! Go (bleep) your (bleep)'s (bleep bleep bleep)!"
//And it's probably more difficult than it sounds. I'm not up for it.
"So you're admitting you cloned yourself, then slept with the clone?"
//People are getting more ridiculous these days, there's no reason I should follow them, is there?
Flick.
"Nobody needs me. Everyone should die."
Flick.
//I'm just in one spot. Staying here forever.
Credits music.
//Perhaps.....I should change that.
Knocking.
"Yes?"
"Could we come in, Ken?" His father's voice rang through the door.
"Sure."
The door creaked amply as it was opened. Although the door was opened, both Ken's father and mother remained standing in the same spot.
"Ken. Are you certain you want to go?" Ken's father asked.
"I don't know."
"Will you be happy there?"
".....I don't know."
Glances at the ground.
Ken's father opened his lips, as if to say something, but closed it, then opened it again.
"We think you're mature enough to be on your own. If you don't think that you like the circumstances, you're welcome back anytime." Ken's father said, looked a bit relieved.
".....Thank you, otou-san, okaa-san."
Ken's mother just stands behind, slightly sobbing and smiling. "You've grown up so much....."
"Teletubbies, is coming up next."
//I have to kill the fucks that imported Teletubbies over, and broadcasted it at night.
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"Okaa-san?"
"Yes, Takeru?"
"Oh.....um.....nothing." Takeru mumbled as he went into his room, closing the door after he did.
Takeru felt more relaxed than before, but less than usual, lying on the bed, holding his hand up, which gently holds the card given to him by Miyako yesterday. His eyes scanning Hikari's picture.
//Yagami Hikari.....wait. Isn't Taichi's last name Yagami as well? Hmm. Although I don't think Yagami is too common of a last name, it's not too rare either. I suppose it's just a coincidence.
//Huh.....? This is.....
"Takeruuuu." Takeru's mother, Natsuko called.
"Coming."
Routinely, he got off his bed, opened the door, and went out to the rest of the house. Whatever brightness left in his eyes disappeared when he saw Natsuko frantically packing several pieces of clothing into a suitcase.
"Sorry, dear, there's a commotion in Paris, I have to go there." Natsuko explained as she continued to pack, her eyes not laying on Takeru.
"It's okay." Takeru was not surprised.
"I also have some things to do there, as well as in Milan, so it might take a while before I come back. Three months maximum."
"Okaa-san?" Takeru said with a voice smaller than usual.
"What is it, dear?" Natsuko's eyes still focused on packing.
"I'm going to live with onii-san for a year. Take your time in France." Takeru emotionlessly said as he walked back to his room.
"Yamato, huh..... At least you'll be taken care of." Natsuko sadly replied, unsure to Takeru or herself.
"Yeah." Takeru voiced behind the door of his room.
//Huh.....I remember there was something shocking before I left the room..... I probably just thought up something about the last name 'Yagami' or something.
Takeru placed the card on his desk, then lied on the bed, staring at the immobile ceiling.
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"I'm back." Taichi announced.
"Mmm." was the answer from his father, drunk and lying on the sofa.
Staring with disgusted eyes, Taichi opened the closet, grabbed a blanket, and covered his father. He then walked to the perpendicularly adjacent couch, and sat down on it.
"Ne, otou-san. How come you're always like this. You've been like this ever since you and okaa-san divorced, which was when I was so young I could barely remember it. I've been taking care of you all this time. All you do is get drunk and come back every night, saying how much you love okaa-san." Taichi recalled with a disappointed look on his face.
Taichi then stood up. "I'm going away for a year. You'll either learn to support yourself, or you're just going to lie in the streets, drunk or dead."
He started walking towards his room, but stopped in the middle. Turning around, looking at his father, he strolled to the counter, picking up the phone.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.
"Hello, Jyou? I'm going to be away for quite a while. Could you just come by once a week and just see how my otou-san is doing? I'll leave the keys in your mailbox....."
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Koushiro fidgeted. "Okaa-san, otou-san, I have something to tell you-"
He was cut off.
"I know, dear, those TV people mentioned it to us today, you know, since we thought they were stalking you, and we confronted them, threatening to report them to the police." Koushiro's mother laughed.
"Isn't that great, son, being on national television as a girl!" Koushiro's father laughed along.
Koushiro shuddered, feeling the genuineness of their words.
"And you're.....okay, with that?" Koushiro asked his hyper parents, not-so- hyperly.
"Sure."
"As long as you're happy, dear." Koushiro's mother petted Koushiro's head. Koushiro hates it when she does that, but they had an agreement that she could do it whenever she wants until he grows tall enough to be out of her reach, which, currently, he has not accomplished.
"Anyway, pack up tonight, you'll need lots more things to become a pretty girl tomorrow."
Koushiro sweatdropped.
//Dammit, just because I'm a supporting character doesn't mean the author could butcher my scenario like this!
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"You're home early, otou-san." Yamato closed and locked the door as he entered the house.
"Yeah. I got fired." Yamato's father said with relative ease.
"What?!"
"Today, one of the CEOs came down, and insisted we change things around this way and that way. Of course, we had to obey. Apparently, that screwed up the whole day's programs. Someone has got to take responsibility." He gestured with his hands, as if no big deal.
"Don't worry, you'll find another job soon." Yamato said as he threw his keys on to the desk behind him without looking, and opened the refrigerator.
"Haha, yeah. It'll just be like a vacation or something."
Yamato threw his father a beer with one hand, and reached in to the refrigerator to grab another.
"You're underage, you know." Yamato's father said as he pulled on the tab of the can.
"Since when did that matter to you?" Yamato laughed as he did the same.
"Ne, otou-san? I'm going to be away for a year or so."
"Hmm? Why? Expanding your career?"
".....You could say that."
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It was a plain white room for practice. Although it's plain in order to not distract practices, the colour itself was moving enough to distract by itself.
"You're here, Yamato." Hajime said as he threw his bag on the ground, and grabbed a guitar off the rack.
Hajime, a friend of Yamato's.
"Yeah, I am. Apparently." Yamato mocked as he continued to strum his guitar, his left hand switching to different chord shapes.
Hajime is the supporting guitar for their band, the Teenage Wolves.
"So, how'd you do on that test at the tutor's today?" Yamato asked, with slight curiosity.
Hajime was a strange person.
Plugging in his guitar, Hajime played the chords, B, A, then D in quick succession.
Hajime was that kind of person.
"I can't ever understand why you won't say something normally." Yamato looked at him strangely, which is the same with every time he tried to spelt out his answers with chords.
Hajime started playing random chords at the same pace of Yamato, sometimes creating a pleasant harmony, sometimes creating cacophonous conflict between sounds.
"Isn't it so nice to try to extend the articulation of communication between people? Anyway, what's wrong?"
Yamato looked this slightest bit shocked, but then retained his normal expression.
"How do you know?"
"You're playing variation chords, 7ths, 6ths, suspensions, minors, whatnot. You try to unload your complex emotions into complex chords when you're troubled." Hajime explained, like it was logic.
Yamato slightly smiled. "Are you in my fan club or what?"
"So, what's the problem?" Hajime put down his guitar.
"I'm going to be away for a year. Look after the band for me."
"Sure."
"You answered quite quickly and swiftly."
"I trust that you'll be back after doing whatever you do. You wouldn't leave us here. I'm sure that the band will be somewhat effected.....but, it'll be okay." Hajime predicted with a gentle expression on his face. "Anyway, why don't you go and get yourself a girlfriend or something, there's plenty of your fans to pick from."
"Nah. I'm not that interested in them." Yamato flipped some of his hair back, which has become a habit.
Hajime picked up his guitar, then played the chords F, A, G.
"I'm going to kill you."
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"So, have you a decision?" Rumiko looked at the five boys, standing side by side, as if posing.
"Wait, don't answer. Look at this first." She threw a big thick stack of paper.
(Due to the lack of the author's knowledge upon contracts, this will look nothing like one.)
Koushiro picked up the stack of papers, and flipped through the first few pages, carefully reading every single word and its possible meanings, then passed it along.
( By signing this, you agree to crossdress and attend to the Sakura all-girl school for a year under conditions listed below.
You must obey all orders issued by the operator and various workers; otherwise, disqualification may take place, depending on the decision of the operator.
You will receive 150000000 yen upon succession.
You will be disqualified upon anyone knowing of your identity in the Sakura school, except for various people that has already been contacted about it, within the year.
Romantic with anyone in the school, aside from one another in the group, is recommended. Your amount of reward will be doubled if a stable romantic relationship is maintained by the end of the year. )
"Hmm, but in order to have a romantic relationship, whoever you're having the relationship with has to know your true identity, right? So that makes them exempt from statement #4." Ken logically interpreted.
Rumiko bit her lower lip for a while, then replied. "The contract doesn't say that, does it?"
The same horrifying thought struck all the boys at the same time.
//A.....lesbian relationship?
"Before we do anything, I'd like to say that this is not a competition. It would be much more effective if you helped each other. Even if one is found out and disqualified, your rewards will not increase. Furthermore, if someone in your group is found out, it would be most likely that people will suspect others in the group as well."
"Anyway, basically, those are the rules you abide by, and we'll try to help you if we want to. Sign the copy of the contract in front of you to agree, or else you can leave by the side door." Rumiko pointed.
The boys looked at each other with serious stares, never before as serious.
Nod.
Flip.
Scribble.
"Alright. Let's get prepared."
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Well, this chapter was a bit far off than funny than I expected. No matter, everything after this should be more like the first chapter. The next chapters will be a seven part mini series about preparation.
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Next time:
Prelude: Chapter 0.2 - Seven Days (Day 1/A Girl's Body)
Everyone gets a redo on their body, after all, who could give an impression of a girl with just a girly face and without a girl's slender body?
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'll fucking kill you fucking asshats!" Taichi screamed in pain.
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And remember, review, review, review. Even if you've reviewed already.
Hello everyone again! This chapter won't be as funny as the last chapter (as if the last chapter was funny), I think, it's more dramatic for development and whatnot. I don't know, I'll see whatever things I think up when I write. But anyway, the notes are just about that, if you don't understand something in this fiction, or don't know the names, please refer to the notes in the previous chapter, and if that doesn't help.....drop it in the review box or send me an e-mail.
Oh. And this.
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine, and all that weird stuff I said in the disclaimer before this one.
Prelude - Chapter 0.1: What becomes of us tomorrow?
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"So, basically, to say, you kid-......captur-......brought us here, in order so that we agree to act like girls for a year, so you can tape it and broadcast it nationally." Yamato concluded.
"That's quite right." The woman, who now can be seen clearly - and looked less threatening than the boys have thought -, said.
Taichi banged, what apparently, was a table in front of him, and shouted. "What kind of joke is this? I won't take this kind of prank!"
The woman reached in her inner breast pocket of her jacket, and pulled out a card, which is now resting on the table.
Takeru slowly recited the words on the card.
"Himiharu Rumiko....."
"Executive manager....."
".....Tokyo TV."
(Note that Tokyo TV station is purely fictional, I'm not sure if it exists or not, but I just made it up to seem all powerful and that, but if it does exist, I'm disclaiming it here.)
Sweatdrops.
Murmurs.
"Tokyo TV, isn't that the big national television station?" Ken whispered.
"Yeah, it is, and it was also responsible for a quite a few popular J- dramas." Koushiro answer and added.
"Holy shit, then she's the real deal?" Taichi muttered, but not quietly enough so that Rumiko couldn't hear.
Takeru started shivering, in both excitement and fear. "Then this is no joke, there really is hundreds of millions of dollars in this."
"But we have to pretend to be girls for a year, in a girl dorm, and still, not be discovered our true identity." Yamato sighed.
Sticking his head away from the gathered group, Koushiro questioned, "Could you tell us more of the details?"
Rumiko backed up a few steps, and then sat down on a relatively large chair.
"Basically, our ratings are suffering lately. We need something that would keep people watching. Our brilliant producers thought up this idea, and basically, we grabbed the most appropriate group of boys we could find, and apparently, you are them." Rumiko said calmly.
"Go on."
"Anyway, your job is to stay in the Sakura all-girl school for a year, and in which you will also be living in their dormitory. We will try our best to assist you in certain situations, and we will prepare you so that you do look like girls. Of course, we will be constantly in contact by means of a small device installed in your ear and mouth. Don't worry, you won't even notice it, and we'll remove it after the year is over. But in most of all, we'd like you to obey our orders. Certainly, hiding in a corner, being loners will easily assist you, but that will result in disqualification. Of course, we will record the whole year's process, cut out certain scenes, and broadcast them."
"And how do you suppose that you record us? Place video cameras on us?" Koushiro scoffed.
Rumiko flinged a bit of her hair back. "No, we have these insect like cameras by which we will find experts to operate and observe you."
Mutters.
"Aren't those things the high technology things?"
"I heard they were used to spy in wars."
"Crazy bitch."
Mutters.
"I heard that." Rumiko threw a killing glance at the boys. "Anyway, we're not forcing you to agree. We'll let you go back first, think is over and deal with whatever."
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Taichi blinked a few times, trying to relieve his eyes of an itch without using his hands.
"I couldn't believe they blindfolded us on the ride back as well." Yamato shook his head.
"Well....." Takeru said, his head looking down.
"I guess....." Ken continued for him.
"This is it." Koushiro sighed.
The five boys walked in separate directions from where they once gathered, and left with weighted thoughts in their mind.
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"What's wrong, Ken, you're not eating much." Ken's mother observed.
The dishes tonight were not Ken's absolute favourites, but he usually enjoyed them over most other dishes. The rice in his bowl was only rearranged by moving his chopsticks in the rice, and not actually eaten.
"Okaa-san. Otou-san. How would you feel if I was not here for an entire year?" Ken asked, silencing both his mother and father.
"Ken! Is someone threatening to take you away? Kidnap you? Oh no!" Ken's mother suddenly became quite hysterical, and tears started to form at her eyes.
"Nonono, Okaa-san. It's different. It's.....that what if I'm willing for that?" Ken corrected carefully, but he know that saying that will break his mother's heart ever further.
"Are you saying you want to move out, Ken?" Ken's father's voice had become strict.
Ken violently shook his head. "It's.....not like that. It's not like I want to, but, it's just that-"
"Are you saying you want to move out?" Ken's father's voice grew louder.
Ken bit his lips. "Yes."
A sigh.
"Your okaa-san and I will think about it."
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"How's the patient doing?"
"Her status is critical, if we can't find an organ donor soon, I'm afraid....."
Ken's eyes stared blankly at the television screen, his eyes reflecting the image. It was his own television. It was certainly smaller, not to mention less channels. But he preferred to watch it in his own room.
//I wonder if it was right doing that. After all, it's not like a life long dream of mine to become a girl. If I do succeed, the money might just go to okaa-san and otou-san. They don't need that much money.
Flick.
"And that's why, I use Spiffer!"
Flick.
"All of you don't know nothin'! Go (bleep) your (bleep)'s (bleep bleep bleep)!"
//And it's probably more difficult than it sounds. I'm not up for it.
"So you're admitting you cloned yourself, then slept with the clone?"
//People are getting more ridiculous these days, there's no reason I should follow them, is there?
Flick.
"Nobody needs me. Everyone should die."
Flick.
//I'm just in one spot. Staying here forever.
Credits music.
//Perhaps.....I should change that.
Knocking.
"Yes?"
"Could we come in, Ken?" His father's voice rang through the door.
"Sure."
The door creaked amply as it was opened. Although the door was opened, both Ken's father and mother remained standing in the same spot.
"Ken. Are you certain you want to go?" Ken's father asked.
"I don't know."
"Will you be happy there?"
".....I don't know."
Glances at the ground.
Ken's father opened his lips, as if to say something, but closed it, then opened it again.
"We think you're mature enough to be on your own. If you don't think that you like the circumstances, you're welcome back anytime." Ken's father said, looked a bit relieved.
".....Thank you, otou-san, okaa-san."
Ken's mother just stands behind, slightly sobbing and smiling. "You've grown up so much....."
"Teletubbies, is coming up next."
//I have to kill the fucks that imported Teletubbies over, and broadcasted it at night.
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"Okaa-san?"
"Yes, Takeru?"
"Oh.....um.....nothing." Takeru mumbled as he went into his room, closing the door after he did.
Takeru felt more relaxed than before, but less than usual, lying on the bed, holding his hand up, which gently holds the card given to him by Miyako yesterday. His eyes scanning Hikari's picture.
//Yagami Hikari.....wait. Isn't Taichi's last name Yagami as well? Hmm. Although I don't think Yagami is too common of a last name, it's not too rare either. I suppose it's just a coincidence.
//Huh.....? This is.....
"Takeruuuu." Takeru's mother, Natsuko called.
"Coming."
Routinely, he got off his bed, opened the door, and went out to the rest of the house. Whatever brightness left in his eyes disappeared when he saw Natsuko frantically packing several pieces of clothing into a suitcase.
"Sorry, dear, there's a commotion in Paris, I have to go there." Natsuko explained as she continued to pack, her eyes not laying on Takeru.
"It's okay." Takeru was not surprised.
"I also have some things to do there, as well as in Milan, so it might take a while before I come back. Three months maximum."
"Okaa-san?" Takeru said with a voice smaller than usual.
"What is it, dear?" Natsuko's eyes still focused on packing.
"I'm going to live with onii-san for a year. Take your time in France." Takeru emotionlessly said as he walked back to his room.
"Yamato, huh..... At least you'll be taken care of." Natsuko sadly replied, unsure to Takeru or herself.
"Yeah." Takeru voiced behind the door of his room.
//Huh.....I remember there was something shocking before I left the room..... I probably just thought up something about the last name 'Yagami' or something.
Takeru placed the card on his desk, then lied on the bed, staring at the immobile ceiling.
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"I'm back." Taichi announced.
"Mmm." was the answer from his father, drunk and lying on the sofa.
Staring with disgusted eyes, Taichi opened the closet, grabbed a blanket, and covered his father. He then walked to the perpendicularly adjacent couch, and sat down on it.
"Ne, otou-san. How come you're always like this. You've been like this ever since you and okaa-san divorced, which was when I was so young I could barely remember it. I've been taking care of you all this time. All you do is get drunk and come back every night, saying how much you love okaa-san." Taichi recalled with a disappointed look on his face.
Taichi then stood up. "I'm going away for a year. You'll either learn to support yourself, or you're just going to lie in the streets, drunk or dead."
He started walking towards his room, but stopped in the middle. Turning around, looking at his father, he strolled to the counter, picking up the phone.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.
"Hello, Jyou? I'm going to be away for quite a while. Could you just come by once a week and just see how my otou-san is doing? I'll leave the keys in your mailbox....."
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Koushiro fidgeted. "Okaa-san, otou-san, I have something to tell you-"
He was cut off.
"I know, dear, those TV people mentioned it to us today, you know, since we thought they were stalking you, and we confronted them, threatening to report them to the police." Koushiro's mother laughed.
"Isn't that great, son, being on national television as a girl!" Koushiro's father laughed along.
Koushiro shuddered, feeling the genuineness of their words.
"And you're.....okay, with that?" Koushiro asked his hyper parents, not-so- hyperly.
"Sure."
"As long as you're happy, dear." Koushiro's mother petted Koushiro's head. Koushiro hates it when she does that, but they had an agreement that she could do it whenever she wants until he grows tall enough to be out of her reach, which, currently, he has not accomplished.
"Anyway, pack up tonight, you'll need lots more things to become a pretty girl tomorrow."
Koushiro sweatdropped.
//Dammit, just because I'm a supporting character doesn't mean the author could butcher my scenario like this!
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"You're home early, otou-san." Yamato closed and locked the door as he entered the house.
"Yeah. I got fired." Yamato's father said with relative ease.
"What?!"
"Today, one of the CEOs came down, and insisted we change things around this way and that way. Of course, we had to obey. Apparently, that screwed up the whole day's programs. Someone has got to take responsibility." He gestured with his hands, as if no big deal.
"Don't worry, you'll find another job soon." Yamato said as he threw his keys on to the desk behind him without looking, and opened the refrigerator.
"Haha, yeah. It'll just be like a vacation or something."
Yamato threw his father a beer with one hand, and reached in to the refrigerator to grab another.
"You're underage, you know." Yamato's father said as he pulled on the tab of the can.
"Since when did that matter to you?" Yamato laughed as he did the same.
"Ne, otou-san? I'm going to be away for a year or so."
"Hmm? Why? Expanding your career?"
".....You could say that."
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It was a plain white room for practice. Although it's plain in order to not distract practices, the colour itself was moving enough to distract by itself.
"You're here, Yamato." Hajime said as he threw his bag on the ground, and grabbed a guitar off the rack.
Hajime, a friend of Yamato's.
"Yeah, I am. Apparently." Yamato mocked as he continued to strum his guitar, his left hand switching to different chord shapes.
Hajime is the supporting guitar for their band, the Teenage Wolves.
"So, how'd you do on that test at the tutor's today?" Yamato asked, with slight curiosity.
Hajime was a strange person.
Plugging in his guitar, Hajime played the chords, B, A, then D in quick succession.
Hajime was that kind of person.
"I can't ever understand why you won't say something normally." Yamato looked at him strangely, which is the same with every time he tried to spelt out his answers with chords.
Hajime started playing random chords at the same pace of Yamato, sometimes creating a pleasant harmony, sometimes creating cacophonous conflict between sounds.
"Isn't it so nice to try to extend the articulation of communication between people? Anyway, what's wrong?"
Yamato looked this slightest bit shocked, but then retained his normal expression.
"How do you know?"
"You're playing variation chords, 7ths, 6ths, suspensions, minors, whatnot. You try to unload your complex emotions into complex chords when you're troubled." Hajime explained, like it was logic.
Yamato slightly smiled. "Are you in my fan club or what?"
"So, what's the problem?" Hajime put down his guitar.
"I'm going to be away for a year. Look after the band for me."
"Sure."
"You answered quite quickly and swiftly."
"I trust that you'll be back after doing whatever you do. You wouldn't leave us here. I'm sure that the band will be somewhat effected.....but, it'll be okay." Hajime predicted with a gentle expression on his face. "Anyway, why don't you go and get yourself a girlfriend or something, there's plenty of your fans to pick from."
"Nah. I'm not that interested in them." Yamato flipped some of his hair back, which has become a habit.
Hajime picked up his guitar, then played the chords F, A, G.
"I'm going to kill you."
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"So, have you a decision?" Rumiko looked at the five boys, standing side by side, as if posing.
"Wait, don't answer. Look at this first." She threw a big thick stack of paper.
(Due to the lack of the author's knowledge upon contracts, this will look nothing like one.)
Koushiro picked up the stack of papers, and flipped through the first few pages, carefully reading every single word and its possible meanings, then passed it along.
( By signing this, you agree to crossdress and attend to the Sakura all-girl school for a year under conditions listed below.
You must obey all orders issued by the operator and various workers; otherwise, disqualification may take place, depending on the decision of the operator.
You will receive 150000000 yen upon succession.
You will be disqualified upon anyone knowing of your identity in the Sakura school, except for various people that has already been contacted about it, within the year.
Romantic with anyone in the school, aside from one another in the group, is recommended. Your amount of reward will be doubled if a stable romantic relationship is maintained by the end of the year. )
"Hmm, but in order to have a romantic relationship, whoever you're having the relationship with has to know your true identity, right? So that makes them exempt from statement #4." Ken logically interpreted.
Rumiko bit her lower lip for a while, then replied. "The contract doesn't say that, does it?"
The same horrifying thought struck all the boys at the same time.
//A.....lesbian relationship?
"Before we do anything, I'd like to say that this is not a competition. It would be much more effective if you helped each other. Even if one is found out and disqualified, your rewards will not increase. Furthermore, if someone in your group is found out, it would be most likely that people will suspect others in the group as well."
"Anyway, basically, those are the rules you abide by, and we'll try to help you if we want to. Sign the copy of the contract in front of you to agree, or else you can leave by the side door." Rumiko pointed.
The boys looked at each other with serious stares, never before as serious.
Nod.
Flip.
Scribble.
"Alright. Let's get prepared."
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Well, this chapter was a bit far off than funny than I expected. No matter, everything after this should be more like the first chapter. The next chapters will be a seven part mini series about preparation.
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Next time:
Prelude: Chapter 0.2 - Seven Days (Day 1/A Girl's Body)
Everyone gets a redo on their body, after all, who could give an impression of a girl with just a girly face and without a girl's slender body?
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'll fucking kill you fucking asshats!" Taichi screamed in pain.
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