One Fortune
Written by: Fujiwara Zakuro
Chapter 2: Realizations
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"Wake up, honey!" Izumi's mother sang out loudly from the kitchen. Izumi groaned and got out of bed. She remembered that she never put on her pajamas yesterday. She made a disgusted look at her clothes, took them off, and put on her robe to take a shower. She hummed a little tune in the shower. When she got out, she blow-dried and brushed her hair and put her clothes on. She admired herself in the mirror before charging downstairs and jumping into the chair by the table. Her breakfast was already cooked. French toast was Izumi's favorite breakfast meal. She wolfed down her meal, called out a jolly thank you and ran upstairs to get her shiny purple schoolbag. (AN: I like shiny things!!!) After, she ran shakily down the stairs since her bag was quite heavy. She slipped on her purple and white runners and hollered out "Bye Mommy!!!" "Wait, Izumi! I want a kiss!" her mother called out from the kitchen and ran down the hall. She pecked Izumi on the cheek and bid her good luck.
Izumi was just in time for the bus. She mounted the long, yellow vehicle and sat in a vacant seat. Most of the bus was full and Izumi sat alone, in one of the empty seats. "I recommend you not sit in that seat." a high- pitched voice said behind Izumi. Izumi turned her head. "And why shouldn't I?" Izumi said, trying not to sound annoyed. But her voice failed to keep the annoyance out of itself and the girl that spoke to Izumi shrank into her seat and whispered nasty things to her friend. The bus stopped and the doors opened. The whole bus went silent, which Izumi thought was bizarre. Then she realized why. The ignorant, blue-eyed boy that Izumi met in the Chinese restaurant coolly walked into the bus. Two other people entered the bus, too. They all looked like they were from the same family. Izumi shrank into her seat, so the blue-eyed boy wouldn't see her. In fact, everyone sank into their seats. Something about that guy intimidated everyone, even Izumi, who didn't even know why she was reacting this way. The intimidating boy stopped beside Izumi's seat. "What are you doing in my seat?" he asked in his emotionless voice. "Errr... the last time I checked bus seats were for everyone to sit in and not for only one person to sit in. So, you could either sit with me or sit somewhere else, 'cause I ain't moving!" Izumi said bravely. Everyone, even the bus driver, held their breaths. Kouji just shrugged and sat beside Izumi. He tried to keep his distance from her. For the rest of the bus ride, everyone whispered among themselves. The boy and Izumi occasionally heard "Wow, that blond girl really got Kouji Minamoto!" "So, your name's Kouji?" Izumi quietly said, breaking the silence between them. "Yeah, but why would you care?" Kouji rudely replied. Izumi was taken aback. "Excuse me? I was just trying to start some conversation but noooo... YOU have to rude! You know, it's one thing to be rude in a restaurant, but to be rude to someone that you'll know for a long time, and believe me you will, is another!" Izumi cried out. Kouji was shocked that someone would talk to him in that manner. For once in Kouji's life, he wasn't superior. He slouched into his seat and muttered an apology. "I can't hear you!!!" Izumi said loudly. "I said, gomen nasai!" Kouji said a little more loudly. His voice wasn't so emotionless that time. It had a slight sound of defeat ringing in it. Everyone stared at the pitiful scene, some people stood up to get a better view and even the bus driver took a few glimpses to see poor Kouji Minamoto defeated.
When the bus stopped in front of the Elementary School, all the children burst through the bus doors and united with their friends whom took a different bus. The girl that entered the bus with Kouji and the other boy that looked like Koujo's twin ran to Izumi. "Hello." Izumi greeted the girl. "Hello, my name's Amaya Minamoto." the girl said. Izumi smiled. "My name's Izumi Orimoto." Izumi replied. "I'm really sorry about my brother's behavior. His gaze always petrifies people. I mean that he always frightens others and they bow down to him. They just can't stand up for themselves. The only people that could handle him are me and my brother Kouichi." Amaya explained. "Oh, so that's the other guy you entered the bus with." Izumi said. "Yeah, he's Kouji's twin. I'm the youngest by one year, so I'm seven." Amaya explained. "Wonderful, I'll probably be in the same grade as your brother." Izumi muttered under her breath. "In most cases, you would. I feel sorry for you, but I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I think you should follow me to the back of the school. They sort out the classes there." Amaya said. She grabbed Izumi's hand and pulled her towards the back of the school. They arrived just in time to hear the first few students to be called to their classes. They waited a while when they heard Amaya's name. "Amaya Minamoto! Grade 2, Mrs. Hanayori!" the principal called out in the megaphone. "Well, that's my name. You're on your own now, so listen carefully." Amaya said in a serious tone, "When they call your name, push through the crowd until you get to the teachers with signs in their hands. They'll have the grade numbers and the teachers' names on them. Just try to find the sign with your grade and teacher on it and line up at the back." Izumi took in all this information and nodded. Amaya hurried through the crowd and lined up at her proper class. After a while, Izumi's name was called after Kouji's name. Izumi prayed that she was not to be in his class. "Izumi Orimoto! Grade 3, Mrs. Ryuzaki!" the ampliphied voice of the principal called out. "Wonderful." Izumi muttered. That was the class Kouji and his brother was in. She had managed to find her way through the dense crowd and she lined up directly behind Kouji. They both pretended that the one and other weren't there.
After all the sorting was done and the school yard was empty, the classes were being assigned seats. They weren't given the privilege to sit where they wish to sit. Ten to fifteen people were already assigned seats when Kouji was assigned his seat and two others were assigned seats before Izumi was assigned hers. "Izumi Orimoto, the seat right next to Kouji Minamoto." Mrs. Ryuzaki said, pointing exactly to where the seat was. 'Just my luck.' Izumi thought sarcastically. She swiftly took her seat next to Kouji. After all the seat assigning was finished, the whole school was to go to the gymnasium. There, Izumi saw all of the teachers. They introduced all of the teachers, the principal and all of the new children. The principal, Ms. Kouchou, a young, beautiful, dark-haired woman, gave them a long, yet informable lecture about the rules, improvements from last year and the school itself. After all of that, the students and teachers returned to their classes. All of the students sat in their seats and Mrs. Ryuzaki spoke. "I will hand out these small papers with a speachbox drawn on them. You could write anything you'd like to write about yourself." Mrs. Ryuzaki explained. She was well-aged. She had blue hair held back by a white headband. Her eyes were greenish-blue and she wore a blue thick strapped tanktop, a black skirt and black boots. She passed out all of the papers and the students wrote about themselves.
The whole day went by quickly. They pretty much spent the whole day introducing themselves and doing easy activity sheets. Finally, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. While Izumi was packing her back, she dropped a book. She was about to bend down to retrieve it, but someone got it for her. She looked up to see who it was. She was surprised to see Kouji holding her book in front of her. "Aren't you gonna take it?" Kouji asked. Izumi snapped out of her bewilderment, smiled and took the book back. "Arigatou gozaimasou!" Izumi graciously said. For the first time for the whole day, she saw Kouji smile. She felt something conjuring up at the pit of her stomach, but didn't know what it was. She just shrugged it off and continued to pack her bag.
The bus ride wasn't as bad as the first. Kouji and Izumi still kept their distance and silence, but something felt different. There wasn't any tension or feeling of hatred in the atmosphere. Instead, an easy, almost friendly feeling flowed through the noisy bus. Whenever Izumi simply glimpsed at Kouji, a warm feeling bubbled at the pit of her stomach and her heart beated a little faster. Ten minutes later, Izumi departed from the bus and entered her house. "Mom, I'm back!" Izumi called out. "Izumi, dear! How was your first day of school?" Izumi's mother called out while she jogged down the hall. "It was great. I made a few new friends. Even the rude boy that I met at the restaurant's sister is my friend." Izumi said happily. She and her mother had a long conversation about the day. Finally, they stopped and Izumi ran to her room. She took out a tiny jar that contained all the fortunes she ever had. She pulled out the one she got last. "Love is in your future." she read aloud once again. She slightly realized something and she put away her fortunes. She ran downstairs and consulted her mother. "What is it you need to know, honey?" her mother asked. "I know this may sound a little off tune but... what does love feel like?" Izumi shyly asked. Her mother's blue eyes widened and she told Izumi to sit down beside her. "Well, it's a warm and fuzzy feeling flowing through your stomach. Your heart beats faster every time you look at the one you love and you have an undoubtful urge to be with the one you love forever." Izumi's mother explained. Izumi swallowed this information nervously. "Why did you want to know this?" her mother asked worriedly. "Oh, I was just wondering." Izumi said. Her mother just nodded and Izumi ran back upstairs.
Written by: Fujiwara Zakuro
Chapter 2: Realizations
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"Wake up, honey!" Izumi's mother sang out loudly from the kitchen. Izumi groaned and got out of bed. She remembered that she never put on her pajamas yesterday. She made a disgusted look at her clothes, took them off, and put on her robe to take a shower. She hummed a little tune in the shower. When she got out, she blow-dried and brushed her hair and put her clothes on. She admired herself in the mirror before charging downstairs and jumping into the chair by the table. Her breakfast was already cooked. French toast was Izumi's favorite breakfast meal. She wolfed down her meal, called out a jolly thank you and ran upstairs to get her shiny purple schoolbag. (AN: I like shiny things!!!) After, she ran shakily down the stairs since her bag was quite heavy. She slipped on her purple and white runners and hollered out "Bye Mommy!!!" "Wait, Izumi! I want a kiss!" her mother called out from the kitchen and ran down the hall. She pecked Izumi on the cheek and bid her good luck.
Izumi was just in time for the bus. She mounted the long, yellow vehicle and sat in a vacant seat. Most of the bus was full and Izumi sat alone, in one of the empty seats. "I recommend you not sit in that seat." a high- pitched voice said behind Izumi. Izumi turned her head. "And why shouldn't I?" Izumi said, trying not to sound annoyed. But her voice failed to keep the annoyance out of itself and the girl that spoke to Izumi shrank into her seat and whispered nasty things to her friend. The bus stopped and the doors opened. The whole bus went silent, which Izumi thought was bizarre. Then she realized why. The ignorant, blue-eyed boy that Izumi met in the Chinese restaurant coolly walked into the bus. Two other people entered the bus, too. They all looked like they were from the same family. Izumi shrank into her seat, so the blue-eyed boy wouldn't see her. In fact, everyone sank into their seats. Something about that guy intimidated everyone, even Izumi, who didn't even know why she was reacting this way. The intimidating boy stopped beside Izumi's seat. "What are you doing in my seat?" he asked in his emotionless voice. "Errr... the last time I checked bus seats were for everyone to sit in and not for only one person to sit in. So, you could either sit with me or sit somewhere else, 'cause I ain't moving!" Izumi said bravely. Everyone, even the bus driver, held their breaths. Kouji just shrugged and sat beside Izumi. He tried to keep his distance from her. For the rest of the bus ride, everyone whispered among themselves. The boy and Izumi occasionally heard "Wow, that blond girl really got Kouji Minamoto!" "So, your name's Kouji?" Izumi quietly said, breaking the silence between them. "Yeah, but why would you care?" Kouji rudely replied. Izumi was taken aback. "Excuse me? I was just trying to start some conversation but noooo... YOU have to rude! You know, it's one thing to be rude in a restaurant, but to be rude to someone that you'll know for a long time, and believe me you will, is another!" Izumi cried out. Kouji was shocked that someone would talk to him in that manner. For once in Kouji's life, he wasn't superior. He slouched into his seat and muttered an apology. "I can't hear you!!!" Izumi said loudly. "I said, gomen nasai!" Kouji said a little more loudly. His voice wasn't so emotionless that time. It had a slight sound of defeat ringing in it. Everyone stared at the pitiful scene, some people stood up to get a better view and even the bus driver took a few glimpses to see poor Kouji Minamoto defeated.
When the bus stopped in front of the Elementary School, all the children burst through the bus doors and united with their friends whom took a different bus. The girl that entered the bus with Kouji and the other boy that looked like Koujo's twin ran to Izumi. "Hello." Izumi greeted the girl. "Hello, my name's Amaya Minamoto." the girl said. Izumi smiled. "My name's Izumi Orimoto." Izumi replied. "I'm really sorry about my brother's behavior. His gaze always petrifies people. I mean that he always frightens others and they bow down to him. They just can't stand up for themselves. The only people that could handle him are me and my brother Kouichi." Amaya explained. "Oh, so that's the other guy you entered the bus with." Izumi said. "Yeah, he's Kouji's twin. I'm the youngest by one year, so I'm seven." Amaya explained. "Wonderful, I'll probably be in the same grade as your brother." Izumi muttered under her breath. "In most cases, you would. I feel sorry for you, but I can't do anything about it. Anyway, I think you should follow me to the back of the school. They sort out the classes there." Amaya said. She grabbed Izumi's hand and pulled her towards the back of the school. They arrived just in time to hear the first few students to be called to their classes. They waited a while when they heard Amaya's name. "Amaya Minamoto! Grade 2, Mrs. Hanayori!" the principal called out in the megaphone. "Well, that's my name. You're on your own now, so listen carefully." Amaya said in a serious tone, "When they call your name, push through the crowd until you get to the teachers with signs in their hands. They'll have the grade numbers and the teachers' names on them. Just try to find the sign with your grade and teacher on it and line up at the back." Izumi took in all this information and nodded. Amaya hurried through the crowd and lined up at her proper class. After a while, Izumi's name was called after Kouji's name. Izumi prayed that she was not to be in his class. "Izumi Orimoto! Grade 3, Mrs. Ryuzaki!" the ampliphied voice of the principal called out. "Wonderful." Izumi muttered. That was the class Kouji and his brother was in. She had managed to find her way through the dense crowd and she lined up directly behind Kouji. They both pretended that the one and other weren't there.
After all the sorting was done and the school yard was empty, the classes were being assigned seats. They weren't given the privilege to sit where they wish to sit. Ten to fifteen people were already assigned seats when Kouji was assigned his seat and two others were assigned seats before Izumi was assigned hers. "Izumi Orimoto, the seat right next to Kouji Minamoto." Mrs. Ryuzaki said, pointing exactly to where the seat was. 'Just my luck.' Izumi thought sarcastically. She swiftly took her seat next to Kouji. After all the seat assigning was finished, the whole school was to go to the gymnasium. There, Izumi saw all of the teachers. They introduced all of the teachers, the principal and all of the new children. The principal, Ms. Kouchou, a young, beautiful, dark-haired woman, gave them a long, yet informable lecture about the rules, improvements from last year and the school itself. After all of that, the students and teachers returned to their classes. All of the students sat in their seats and Mrs. Ryuzaki spoke. "I will hand out these small papers with a speachbox drawn on them. You could write anything you'd like to write about yourself." Mrs. Ryuzaki explained. She was well-aged. She had blue hair held back by a white headband. Her eyes were greenish-blue and she wore a blue thick strapped tanktop, a black skirt and black boots. She passed out all of the papers and the students wrote about themselves.
The whole day went by quickly. They pretty much spent the whole day introducing themselves and doing easy activity sheets. Finally, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. While Izumi was packing her back, she dropped a book. She was about to bend down to retrieve it, but someone got it for her. She looked up to see who it was. She was surprised to see Kouji holding her book in front of her. "Aren't you gonna take it?" Kouji asked. Izumi snapped out of her bewilderment, smiled and took the book back. "Arigatou gozaimasou!" Izumi graciously said. For the first time for the whole day, she saw Kouji smile. She felt something conjuring up at the pit of her stomach, but didn't know what it was. She just shrugged it off and continued to pack her bag.
The bus ride wasn't as bad as the first. Kouji and Izumi still kept their distance and silence, but something felt different. There wasn't any tension or feeling of hatred in the atmosphere. Instead, an easy, almost friendly feeling flowed through the noisy bus. Whenever Izumi simply glimpsed at Kouji, a warm feeling bubbled at the pit of her stomach and her heart beated a little faster. Ten minutes later, Izumi departed from the bus and entered her house. "Mom, I'm back!" Izumi called out. "Izumi, dear! How was your first day of school?" Izumi's mother called out while she jogged down the hall. "It was great. I made a few new friends. Even the rude boy that I met at the restaurant's sister is my friend." Izumi said happily. She and her mother had a long conversation about the day. Finally, they stopped and Izumi ran to her room. She took out a tiny jar that contained all the fortunes she ever had. She pulled out the one she got last. "Love is in your future." she read aloud once again. She slightly realized something and she put away her fortunes. She ran downstairs and consulted her mother. "What is it you need to know, honey?" her mother asked. "I know this may sound a little off tune but... what does love feel like?" Izumi shyly asked. Her mother's blue eyes widened and she told Izumi to sit down beside her. "Well, it's a warm and fuzzy feeling flowing through your stomach. Your heart beats faster every time you look at the one you love and you have an undoubtful urge to be with the one you love forever." Izumi's mother explained. Izumi swallowed this information nervously. "Why did you want to know this?" her mother asked worriedly. "Oh, I was just wondering." Izumi said. Her mother just nodded and Izumi ran back upstairs.
