Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Hello everyone! Back here again with a new prelude chapter. One more prelude chapter after this one until the actual story begins, which I suspect...would be finished by this weekend. Hopefully, anyway. Firstly, thanks to all those that reviewed, although reviews for the last chapter hasn't been as many as the fifth. It was, a bit disappointing, but having reviews in general was very satisfying for me, nonetheless. Anyway, I feel a bit not-lazy now, so I guess I should do this:
Thanks to, if you have not already been mentioned: Karimon, Amythyst- Angel462, Miya, TogetherAgain, Chibi Mei Chan, anime mistress, Mistocean, yuyuhakusho, darei, Kawaii_Melfina, Trunks Soatome, Sailor Erin, Joutei, Zero Omega X, wisegirl, and karikamiya07.
Of course, if you have already reviewed, most likely, you have been mentioned (and will be again sometime in the future), and I really appreciate your reviews. Thanks guys. ^_~
I have around a page and a half of ideas that I accumulated in school now. Impressive, to me, at least. I imagine that this story itself will be quite long, considering the number of chapters I already did BEFORE the actual story. So you're probably looking at a story with a very large amount of chapters.
Well...I think that's it. Enjoy and review! I really want lots of reviews. =p
Disclaimer: Digimon is, in various multitudes, not mine.
Prelude - Chapter 0.6: Seven Days (Day 5 and 6/Closing the distance to perfection)
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"I'm so glad you took me out, Takeru-kun." Hikari happily said.
Takeru quietly smiled.
They were standing before an entrance, with a person standing before it. The whole place seems dreamy. In fact, it looks dreamy as well, with floating colours all over the place.
Grabbing Hikari by her hand, Takeru walked over to the entrance.
"Welcome to Digital Playland." The person bowed.
"I'd like two tickets, please..." Takeru requested.
The person, whom Takeru can't seem to make any features out of, nodded, and took out a T-shirt.
"Sign here."
Takeru's brows wrinkled. "On the shirt?"
"Yes."
Takeru carefully signed on the shirt, making sure he doesn't accidentally slip due to the fabric.
"Alright..." The person nodded again, taking the shirt. He reached under the stand and held up a very big open hand shaped board.
Slap. Slap.
"Alright. You may go though."
"What was that all about?" Takeru held both his hands against both sides of his face, covering the red mark made by the slaps.
"I have no idea." Hikari replied, not as freaked out as Takeru.
"Hey! Let's go to that ride!" Hikari pointed at the fairly colourful and twisty roller coaster in front of them.
Takeru looked around.
The only roller coaster.
"Umm. Sure." Takeru enthusiastically agreed as he walked towards the ride with her.
"Wait right there."
"Who's there?" Hikari frantically looked around.
"It's me." A clown with a two-sided suit suddenly appeared out of thin air. "My name is Piemon."
Takeru blinked. And waited. And waited. "Therefore..."
"You! Haven't paid for the ride tickets yet!" Piemon pointed accusingly at Takeru.
"But we paid at the entrance..." Takeru rethought his words. "Somewhat."
"That was the entrance fee! Rides have individual fees!"
Takeru reached inside his pant pockets.
Nothing. Nothing.
//Have I lost my wallet? ...Did I even have my wallet at first? I...couldn't remember.
"But...I don't have any money." Takeru quietly spoke.
"Well..hmm." Piemon held his hand against his chin. "You can win a ride, but if you lose..there will be a punishment!"
"Win it...?" Takeru pondered. He turned around, and was met with Hikari's pleading eyes.
"I'll do it."
"Alright then! Let's start!" Piemon floated backwards into the air. With a few waves of his hand, a massive, hideous monster with eight spider-like legs, and a bladed tail appeared.
"Meet Armagemon." Piemon proudly introduced. "If you managed to win against him, then you may be allowed to the rides."
"And I'm your main attacking force!" A flying pig appeared in front of Takeru. "I'm Patamon!"
"Woah, they finally crossbred a pig and a bat." Takeru whispered to himself.
Patamon coughed. "Anyway, you command me to attack, and I'll use whatever attack that you commanded me to."
"What is this? Pokémon?!" Takeru remarked in disbelief. "What attacks do you have?"
"Er...I have...air shot and suicide." Patamon listed.
(Author's note: Air shot is equivalent to what you call boom bubble, which is the dub term.)
"Umm...okay! Air shot!" Takeru shouted.
Patamon landed on the ground and stared Armagemon. Then fell down.
"What's wrong?!" Takeru quickly ran up to Patamon and picked him up.
"Patamon! Patamon! What's wrong?" Takeru violently shook Patamon, whom, in return, gave no response.
"You should know that with Digimon, their attacks are reversed! When you say air shot, it's actually suicide!" Piemon laughed.
"WHAAAAAT?!"
"And now, for your punishment." Piemon waved his hand in the direction of Takeru. "Your true identity will be revealed..."
A haze of smoke surrounded Takeru, and it quickly flew away.
Takeru looked at the weird stare Hikari gave him.
He looked down.
A dress.
"You're...a cross dresser!" Hikari gasped. "And you're probably gay, too!"
"Nooo! You're mistaken!" Takeru chased Hikari.
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"Nooooo!" Takeru's eyes spread open.
//Phew...it was only a dream.
Bang. Bang.
//Sick and twisted I am, having that weird ass dream.
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"Hey, Takeru-san, you're late." Kei stated in a disapproving tone.
"I'm sorry, I overslept, and I-" Takeru frantically explained.
"It's alright, it's alright. Here. Take this." Kei handed Takeru a pink panty with flowery edges.
Blink.
"I'm sorry, you're late, we ran out of the black panties."
With wearing panties, Takeru could care less for its colour.
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"Today, we're going to go over the more specific things of being a girl." Kei walked back and forth within his three step range. "Firstly, we'll put you in a room with various clothing, you will have to pick out the clothing and mix and match yourself. The purpose of this, instead of us dressing you up, is in order to improve your *coughcough* sense of fashion."
Koushiro swore that he heard 'nonexistent' between coughs.
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"This is impossible. How am I supposed to choose out feminine clothes that look good on me?" Taichi grumbled as his hand flipped through the clothing.
"Just choose clothing that look good in general." Yamato took out a shirt, looked at it, then put it back in.
"Yeah. You shouldn't have too much problems with choosing feminine clothing, 'That skirt really looks good of that girl's ass'-san." Koushiro chuckled.
"But my ass is a guy's ass!" Taichi protested. "A guy's ass doesn't belong in a skirt! It certainly doesn't look good in one either!"
"Taichi-san?" Ken interrupted. "Have you felt your...ahem, behind lately?"
"What are you talking about? I don't caress my ass on regular basis-" Taichi froze as he reached behind. "This is not my ass."
"Have you heard of 'estrogen', Taichi-san?"
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Kei looked as he was presented with five girl-looking people, each wearing casual, slightly feminine clothes, which would otherwise be bisexual looking clothing. Four, he corrected himself.
"Taichi-san..." Kei walked over to him. "Girls don't wear jerseys."
"Why not?" Taichi asked.
"They don't wear only jerseys." Kei coughed. "I can see your bra and breasts."
"What's wrong with that? I've seen girls do it in this movie that I saw-" Taichi continued as Kei pushed him back into the changing room.
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"What does he mean 'Dress as if you're going to a dance'?" Takeru repeated, confused.
Yamato sighed. "I think it's not like a formal ball, but...just something really.elegant and fancy."
"Elegant...like this?" Koushiro held up a black dress, which starts at the above the breasts, and goes down to mid-thighs, and then splitting into a front/back two piece fabric that allows the rest of the legs to be seen at the side, plus, lots of intentional holes in the dress, which can be known because of its shape, but revealing holes nonetheless.
"No. That's too slutty." Yamato scoffed.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry." Koushiro apologized as he handed Yamato the dress.
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"Pretty good." Kei approved.
The boys all wore something similar, most likely so that if it were approved, they'd all pass. It all consisted of a dark colour, and covered from a bit above the chest and reached down to the knees, and is quite covered, unlike that last one.
Kei did bite his lips when he noticed some of them wore it backwards.
"Where's Taichi-san?" Takeru looked around.
"Oh...umm. Taichi-san. He's being given a lesson upon what kind of clothes should be worn in public."
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"For now, I think you'll mostly need your casual clothes only. The other stuff...it'll come to use when it's needed. There's not a big difference between that and normal clothes that you wore. You should be pretty comfy in it."
Ken looked down at his purple long sleeved shirt and same coloured pants, which gives an impression of a one-piece from far away.
Koushiro tugged at his light brown shirt, coupled with a pair of dark blue khakis, which has been modified so that the proportions look different to make for a more feminine look.
Takeru shifted his shoulders a bit, so that his white shirt - that has distinctively black sleeves, which are too long for him, causing only his fingers to be visible from it - fits more comfortably with him. He would do the same to his light blue skirt (Yamato, Koushiro, and Ken had forced it on him and the time was up before he could change out of it), except that the accident in the change room might happen again if he did.
Yamato was dressed in a dark blue-buttoned shirt, and pair of slimmed black pants, which made him look somewhat like a business woman.
"Oi..." Taichi mumbled as he trotted into the room.
With a red shirt and jeans.
"He's...portraying a tomboy." Kei sighed.
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Yamato rested on his bed, facing the ceiling. Holding a non-existent guitar, his left hand started to travel back and forth down the guitar neck, sometimes holding chords, sometimes simply depressing one string on a fret at a time, and his right hand, simply moving his thumb, index, and middle fingers slightly, imitating the plucking of a string. He closed his eyes and his arms dropped to his side as the slightest of lights stopped travelling through the window.
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"Koushiro, try crossing your legs."
"Un." Koushiro nodded as he lifted his right leg, and rested the side of his calf on his left thigh, making a perpendicular formation.
"No, not like this, you know, how girls cross their legs..." Kei instructed.
"I can't do that! I'm not flexible enough..." Koushiro refused.
"You'll have to try." Kei said as he forcefully pushed the right knee on top of the left.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
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"I don't like skirts." Taichi complained.
"It's not like you have a choice. Taichi-san. Try running."
Nod.
Step. Step.
Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.
Clunk.
"Taichi-san. The point of this is to not let the skirt trip you." Kei chuckled.
"How do I do that?" Taichi asked as he slowly got back up, try not letting the long skirt interfere with that either.
Kei scratched the side of his head. "You can try and attempt to have some way so that the skirt becomes shorter than it is now for a temporary period of time." Kei hinted, thinking of grabbing a fold of the skirt and pulling it upwards, how most girls do it.
"Oh." Taichi pondered.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Taichi walked over to the lunch table, and grabbed a pair of unused wooden chopsticks. Breaking the two apart, he held one in one hand, and threw the other back onto the table. He then folded the skirt upwards into several layers, then jabbed the chopstick through the layers, sustaining them.
"Like this?" Taichi proudly announced.
"...Not quite."
Rip.
"Like this?"
"No."
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"Okay, Yamato-san. Pretend a guy is flirting with you from afar, how do you react?"
Flick.
"No, you don't give them the finger. You usually just flirt back by some facial expressions, or you just ignore them."
Yamato nods.
"How about if you're really happy and you want to express it unintentionally?" Kei said in almost too little of a voice.
"No, I won't jump like Chun-Li." Yamato glanced at the hidden cameras behind the glass.
"Then...err...how about adjusting your bra?"
Yamato inwardly glanced at the camera again.
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"Fight."
"Fight?" Ken repeated in a confused tone.
"With each other?" Takeru asked unsurely.
"Yep." Kei answered firmly.
"Umm...okay."
Shift. Shift.
Deck.
"Ow!" Ken screamed as he landed on the ground.
"Nonono!" Kei ran in the distance between them to stop any further wasted efforts. "Fight, like girls."
"Fight like girls?" Takeru repeated, which was starting to get on Kei's nerves.
"Yes. Like girls."
"How do girls fight?" Takeru wrinkled his forehead.
"Well...erm...bitchslaps, pulling of hair, scratching, maybe some kicking?"
"Hahaha, hair pulling. I'll have an advantage." Takeru laughed.
"Not really. Your long hair is temporarily glued to your head as well." Kei reminded.
Glare.
Jump.
Slap slap.
Pull.
"Ow!" Takeru twitched to Ken's vengeful attacks.
Scratch.
Rip.
"Not there!"
"Well, this ought to boost the ratings." Kei mumbled to himself.
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Koushiro stumbled into his room, his eyes half closed, or half open, he would say. Unable to tell the slight contrasts in the room, he approached the bright computer screen.
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Well, that was a short chapter. It was released quite late as well, I'm sorry for that. I know that I said that the other chapter would be done by the weekend, I guess I can't do that. The weekend has given me quite some pressures on homework. But I think that I'll get it done by mid-week.
Oh yeah. Pleeeeeease review. I'm one of those freaks that stare at the computer monitor every day and refreshing my review box every five minutes in order to find new reviews there, and under all my homework, reviews are a great encouragement! I certainly hope that I get more reviews for this chapter, or else I'll mumble and bitchslap myself for trying to write another chapter when there aren't a lot of reviews. Please review lots~! I'm getting repetitive. Oh well. Once more wouldn't hurt: Review review review! ^_~
Prelude - Chapter 0.7: Seven Days (Day 7/Sa, iko!)
Final preparations and arrival to the Sakura all-girl's dormitory/school. An unexpected surprise awaits?!
Hello everyone! Back here again with a new prelude chapter. One more prelude chapter after this one until the actual story begins, which I suspect...would be finished by this weekend. Hopefully, anyway. Firstly, thanks to all those that reviewed, although reviews for the last chapter hasn't been as many as the fifth. It was, a bit disappointing, but having reviews in general was very satisfying for me, nonetheless. Anyway, I feel a bit not-lazy now, so I guess I should do this:
Thanks to, if you have not already been mentioned: Karimon, Amythyst- Angel462, Miya, TogetherAgain, Chibi Mei Chan, anime mistress, Mistocean, yuyuhakusho, darei, Kawaii_Melfina, Trunks Soatome, Sailor Erin, Joutei, Zero Omega X, wisegirl, and karikamiya07.
Of course, if you have already reviewed, most likely, you have been mentioned (and will be again sometime in the future), and I really appreciate your reviews. Thanks guys. ^_~
I have around a page and a half of ideas that I accumulated in school now. Impressive, to me, at least. I imagine that this story itself will be quite long, considering the number of chapters I already did BEFORE the actual story. So you're probably looking at a story with a very large amount of chapters.
Well...I think that's it. Enjoy and review! I really want lots of reviews. =p
Disclaimer: Digimon is, in various multitudes, not mine.
Prelude - Chapter 0.6: Seven Days (Day 5 and 6/Closing the distance to perfection)
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"I'm so glad you took me out, Takeru-kun." Hikari happily said.
Takeru quietly smiled.
They were standing before an entrance, with a person standing before it. The whole place seems dreamy. In fact, it looks dreamy as well, with floating colours all over the place.
Grabbing Hikari by her hand, Takeru walked over to the entrance.
"Welcome to Digital Playland." The person bowed.
"I'd like two tickets, please..." Takeru requested.
The person, whom Takeru can't seem to make any features out of, nodded, and took out a T-shirt.
"Sign here."
Takeru's brows wrinkled. "On the shirt?"
"Yes."
Takeru carefully signed on the shirt, making sure he doesn't accidentally slip due to the fabric.
"Alright..." The person nodded again, taking the shirt. He reached under the stand and held up a very big open hand shaped board.
Slap. Slap.
"Alright. You may go though."
"What was that all about?" Takeru held both his hands against both sides of his face, covering the red mark made by the slaps.
"I have no idea." Hikari replied, not as freaked out as Takeru.
"Hey! Let's go to that ride!" Hikari pointed at the fairly colourful and twisty roller coaster in front of them.
Takeru looked around.
The only roller coaster.
"Umm. Sure." Takeru enthusiastically agreed as he walked towards the ride with her.
"Wait right there."
"Who's there?" Hikari frantically looked around.
"It's me." A clown with a two-sided suit suddenly appeared out of thin air. "My name is Piemon."
Takeru blinked. And waited. And waited. "Therefore..."
"You! Haven't paid for the ride tickets yet!" Piemon pointed accusingly at Takeru.
"But we paid at the entrance..." Takeru rethought his words. "Somewhat."
"That was the entrance fee! Rides have individual fees!"
Takeru reached inside his pant pockets.
Nothing. Nothing.
//Have I lost my wallet? ...Did I even have my wallet at first? I...couldn't remember.
"But...I don't have any money." Takeru quietly spoke.
"Well..hmm." Piemon held his hand against his chin. "You can win a ride, but if you lose..there will be a punishment!"
"Win it...?" Takeru pondered. He turned around, and was met with Hikari's pleading eyes.
"I'll do it."
"Alright then! Let's start!" Piemon floated backwards into the air. With a few waves of his hand, a massive, hideous monster with eight spider-like legs, and a bladed tail appeared.
"Meet Armagemon." Piemon proudly introduced. "If you managed to win against him, then you may be allowed to the rides."
"And I'm your main attacking force!" A flying pig appeared in front of Takeru. "I'm Patamon!"
"Woah, they finally crossbred a pig and a bat." Takeru whispered to himself.
Patamon coughed. "Anyway, you command me to attack, and I'll use whatever attack that you commanded me to."
"What is this? Pokémon?!" Takeru remarked in disbelief. "What attacks do you have?"
"Er...I have...air shot and suicide." Patamon listed.
(Author's note: Air shot is equivalent to what you call boom bubble, which is the dub term.)
"Umm...okay! Air shot!" Takeru shouted.
Patamon landed on the ground and stared Armagemon. Then fell down.
"What's wrong?!" Takeru quickly ran up to Patamon and picked him up.
"Patamon! Patamon! What's wrong?" Takeru violently shook Patamon, whom, in return, gave no response.
"You should know that with Digimon, their attacks are reversed! When you say air shot, it's actually suicide!" Piemon laughed.
"WHAAAAAT?!"
"And now, for your punishment." Piemon waved his hand in the direction of Takeru. "Your true identity will be revealed..."
A haze of smoke surrounded Takeru, and it quickly flew away.
Takeru looked at the weird stare Hikari gave him.
He looked down.
A dress.
"You're...a cross dresser!" Hikari gasped. "And you're probably gay, too!"
"Nooo! You're mistaken!" Takeru chased Hikari.
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"Nooooo!" Takeru's eyes spread open.
//Phew...it was only a dream.
Bang. Bang.
//Sick and twisted I am, having that weird ass dream.
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"Hey, Takeru-san, you're late." Kei stated in a disapproving tone.
"I'm sorry, I overslept, and I-" Takeru frantically explained.
"It's alright, it's alright. Here. Take this." Kei handed Takeru a pink panty with flowery edges.
Blink.
"I'm sorry, you're late, we ran out of the black panties."
With wearing panties, Takeru could care less for its colour.
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"Today, we're going to go over the more specific things of being a girl." Kei walked back and forth within his three step range. "Firstly, we'll put you in a room with various clothing, you will have to pick out the clothing and mix and match yourself. The purpose of this, instead of us dressing you up, is in order to improve your *coughcough* sense of fashion."
Koushiro swore that he heard 'nonexistent' between coughs.
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"This is impossible. How am I supposed to choose out feminine clothes that look good on me?" Taichi grumbled as his hand flipped through the clothing.
"Just choose clothing that look good in general." Yamato took out a shirt, looked at it, then put it back in.
"Yeah. You shouldn't have too much problems with choosing feminine clothing, 'That skirt really looks good of that girl's ass'-san." Koushiro chuckled.
"But my ass is a guy's ass!" Taichi protested. "A guy's ass doesn't belong in a skirt! It certainly doesn't look good in one either!"
"Taichi-san?" Ken interrupted. "Have you felt your...ahem, behind lately?"
"What are you talking about? I don't caress my ass on regular basis-" Taichi froze as he reached behind. "This is not my ass."
"Have you heard of 'estrogen', Taichi-san?"
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Kei looked as he was presented with five girl-looking people, each wearing casual, slightly feminine clothes, which would otherwise be bisexual looking clothing. Four, he corrected himself.
"Taichi-san..." Kei walked over to him. "Girls don't wear jerseys."
"Why not?" Taichi asked.
"They don't wear only jerseys." Kei coughed. "I can see your bra and breasts."
"What's wrong with that? I've seen girls do it in this movie that I saw-" Taichi continued as Kei pushed him back into the changing room.
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"What does he mean 'Dress as if you're going to a dance'?" Takeru repeated, confused.
Yamato sighed. "I think it's not like a formal ball, but...just something really.elegant and fancy."
"Elegant...like this?" Koushiro held up a black dress, which starts at the above the breasts, and goes down to mid-thighs, and then splitting into a front/back two piece fabric that allows the rest of the legs to be seen at the side, plus, lots of intentional holes in the dress, which can be known because of its shape, but revealing holes nonetheless.
"No. That's too slutty." Yamato scoffed.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry." Koushiro apologized as he handed Yamato the dress.
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"Pretty good." Kei approved.
The boys all wore something similar, most likely so that if it were approved, they'd all pass. It all consisted of a dark colour, and covered from a bit above the chest and reached down to the knees, and is quite covered, unlike that last one.
Kei did bite his lips when he noticed some of them wore it backwards.
"Where's Taichi-san?" Takeru looked around.
"Oh...umm. Taichi-san. He's being given a lesson upon what kind of clothes should be worn in public."
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"For now, I think you'll mostly need your casual clothes only. The other stuff...it'll come to use when it's needed. There's not a big difference between that and normal clothes that you wore. You should be pretty comfy in it."
Ken looked down at his purple long sleeved shirt and same coloured pants, which gives an impression of a one-piece from far away.
Koushiro tugged at his light brown shirt, coupled with a pair of dark blue khakis, which has been modified so that the proportions look different to make for a more feminine look.
Takeru shifted his shoulders a bit, so that his white shirt - that has distinctively black sleeves, which are too long for him, causing only his fingers to be visible from it - fits more comfortably with him. He would do the same to his light blue skirt (Yamato, Koushiro, and Ken had forced it on him and the time was up before he could change out of it), except that the accident in the change room might happen again if he did.
Yamato was dressed in a dark blue-buttoned shirt, and pair of slimmed black pants, which made him look somewhat like a business woman.
"Oi..." Taichi mumbled as he trotted into the room.
With a red shirt and jeans.
"He's...portraying a tomboy." Kei sighed.
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Yamato rested on his bed, facing the ceiling. Holding a non-existent guitar, his left hand started to travel back and forth down the guitar neck, sometimes holding chords, sometimes simply depressing one string on a fret at a time, and his right hand, simply moving his thumb, index, and middle fingers slightly, imitating the plucking of a string. He closed his eyes and his arms dropped to his side as the slightest of lights stopped travelling through the window.
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"Koushiro, try crossing your legs."
"Un." Koushiro nodded as he lifted his right leg, and rested the side of his calf on his left thigh, making a perpendicular formation.
"No, not like this, you know, how girls cross their legs..." Kei instructed.
"I can't do that! I'm not flexible enough..." Koushiro refused.
"You'll have to try." Kei said as he forcefully pushed the right knee on top of the left.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
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"I don't like skirts." Taichi complained.
"It's not like you have a choice. Taichi-san. Try running."
Nod.
Step. Step.
Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.
Clunk.
"Taichi-san. The point of this is to not let the skirt trip you." Kei chuckled.
"How do I do that?" Taichi asked as he slowly got back up, try not letting the long skirt interfere with that either.
Kei scratched the side of his head. "You can try and attempt to have some way so that the skirt becomes shorter than it is now for a temporary period of time." Kei hinted, thinking of grabbing a fold of the skirt and pulling it upwards, how most girls do it.
"Oh." Taichi pondered.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Taichi walked over to the lunch table, and grabbed a pair of unused wooden chopsticks. Breaking the two apart, he held one in one hand, and threw the other back onto the table. He then folded the skirt upwards into several layers, then jabbed the chopstick through the layers, sustaining them.
"Like this?" Taichi proudly announced.
"...Not quite."
Rip.
"Like this?"
"No."
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"Okay, Yamato-san. Pretend a guy is flirting with you from afar, how do you react?"
Flick.
"No, you don't give them the finger. You usually just flirt back by some facial expressions, or you just ignore them."
Yamato nods.
"How about if you're really happy and you want to express it unintentionally?" Kei said in almost too little of a voice.
"No, I won't jump like Chun-Li." Yamato glanced at the hidden cameras behind the glass.
"Then...err...how about adjusting your bra?"
Yamato inwardly glanced at the camera again.
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"Fight."
"Fight?" Ken repeated in a confused tone.
"With each other?" Takeru asked unsurely.
"Yep." Kei answered firmly.
"Umm...okay."
Shift. Shift.
Deck.
"Ow!" Ken screamed as he landed on the ground.
"Nonono!" Kei ran in the distance between them to stop any further wasted efforts. "Fight, like girls."
"Fight like girls?" Takeru repeated, which was starting to get on Kei's nerves.
"Yes. Like girls."
"How do girls fight?" Takeru wrinkled his forehead.
"Well...erm...bitchslaps, pulling of hair, scratching, maybe some kicking?"
"Hahaha, hair pulling. I'll have an advantage." Takeru laughed.
"Not really. Your long hair is temporarily glued to your head as well." Kei reminded.
Glare.
Jump.
Slap slap.
Pull.
"Ow!" Takeru twitched to Ken's vengeful attacks.
Scratch.
Rip.
"Not there!"
"Well, this ought to boost the ratings." Kei mumbled to himself.
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Koushiro stumbled into his room, his eyes half closed, or half open, he would say. Unable to tell the slight contrasts in the room, he approached the bright computer screen.
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Well, that was a short chapter. It was released quite late as well, I'm sorry for that. I know that I said that the other chapter would be done by the weekend, I guess I can't do that. The weekend has given me quite some pressures on homework. But I think that I'll get it done by mid-week.
Oh yeah. Pleeeeeease review. I'm one of those freaks that stare at the computer monitor every day and refreshing my review box every five minutes in order to find new reviews there, and under all my homework, reviews are a great encouragement! I certainly hope that I get more reviews for this chapter, or else I'll mumble and bitchslap myself for trying to write another chapter when there aren't a lot of reviews. Please review lots~! I'm getting repetitive. Oh well. Once more wouldn't hurt: Review review review! ^_~
Prelude - Chapter 0.7: Seven Days (Day 7/Sa, iko!)
Final preparations and arrival to the Sakura all-girl's dormitory/school. An unexpected surprise awaits?!