Spoilers: just in case... Aya-chan, Kase
Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me, if it does then you tell me why am I still writing fanfics? *promptly burst in tears* Aries Gakuen: An All-Girl School
Part 2: Manx's Black Bra
Kisaragi Yuu
"Thanks for your *ahem* interesting self-explanatory, Kudou-san. Now let's move on to..." she flipped over again, "...Hidaka Ken."
Damn it all.
I wanted to stand up and made a perfect first impression when my stupid clumsy legs that sometimes became alive on their own stumbled upon my own chair. I fell down while my nose became the first who kissed the solid floor. A sad cry of pain was heard over the class.
"H-Hidaka-san... are you okay?"
/Oh yes I am, just look at the blood that's trailing down on my nose... stupid woman, are you BLIND or what?! Of course I'm NOT okay!!/
While cursing my own damn homeroom teacher, I managed to save my pride by not bawling so bad. I got up from the floor and I sat down, trying damn hard to ignore the *stare* that the girls were throwing at me. How did they create that kind of stare, which had the ability to tear a man's whole pride off him, totally skipped me. Girls were the strangest creatures in the world.
"I'm... *ouch ouch* ...okay."
From the corner of my eyes I could see Omi's massaging his nose bridge, Aya was frowning (I wasn't really sure though, I mean... he's ALWAYS frowning anyway. How could you differentiate the 'please-don't-come-near-me-I'm-in-a-bad-mood' frown with the 'you-come-near-you-die' frown?) and Yohji sighed. Damn Yohji, he wasn't doing any better than me! He had *no* right to sigh!!
While thinking and forming many, many evil plans that I wanted so much to do with Yohji, Mrs. Hirokase called out my name again. "Hidaka-san, you can start your self explanatory now."
"Ah, okay. Um... I'm Hidaka Ken, like Yohji said we are friends since long ago. I was also born at Tokyo and my hobby is to play soccer. Um... I hope to be good friends with you all, thank you for listening."
"Hmm...it's kinda too short, don't you think? Anyone has any question to Hidaka-san?"
"Yes I do have questions!" a girl with glasses and blonde hair raised her hand, "how come your hobby is very boyish?"
"Um... I don't know about that, I just like to play soccer. It's the last thing that my father taught me before he passed away..."
The brown-haired teacher cut the poor student off, "oh I'm very sorry... so you only live with a parent then?"
"No, I don't have any parents. I live with my friends... they are the boys that Yohji mentioned."
Then everyone silenced.
I blinked.
Omi purposely knuckled his pencil box which fell crashing down to the floor. I started to worry that everyone thought Omi was hysteric since he kept throwing things around... Omi kneeled down to take his pencil box with some murmurs of apologizes as he gave me a 'look'.
Then I understood, I forgot that we were girls right now. Suddenly I laughed terribly loud to get an attention. "Since we don't really do girls stuff I like to address my friends as boys, sorry about that. I mean, they are the girls that Yohji mentioned."
Laughter over-filled the classroom while some certain 4 mocking faces were made – classified for me.
I hated this. I really did. If I were to choose, I'd choose a mission which involved high-risk life thingy, the kind of missions that if you make a mistake it also means you blow your own sorry life. The tension and the danger of it all... God I missed those missions! This kind of undercover to girls' school was definitely not my cup of tea.
As you already know, my overwhelmed fright to things involving girls wasn't really helpful. One night Yohji skipped a bra to my shelf (I never figured out how in the hell he managed to do it although I changed the locks for an uncountable times...) and it did make me bewitched for the whole day. Especially when I realized the small carvings on the strings which was written "From Manx To Persia With Love". And it was black. And it was cup C. And it was lacy.
I shifted my position uncomfortably since this was really getting me insane.
"Next...Tsukiyono Omi."
Talk about coincidences, first it was Aya, then it was stupid Yohji who almost blew our covers up, then it was me, lastly it was Omi. Somehow the order was really perfect, don't you think? Life was funny.
So anyway, hearing his name was called, Omi raised his hand.
"Yes!" Omi answered with an enthusiastic tone. Or at least he was making it to sound like that.
Mrs. Nosy Woman smiled with envy painted on her face, "aw...you are very pretty, please start your self-explanatory now."
Omi threw her an irritated look which was hidden under the angelic smile he made. From the behind of him you can see Yohji was snickering like crazy until he dived his head into the table, he was desperately trying to hide his laughter at the word 'pretty'. Omi hated to be called pretty, everyone knew that. But Yohji was a devil, which explained his unstoppable snickering. Somehow I wasn't surprised at all.
"Thank you, my name is Tsukiyono Omi. Omi is fine. I was born at Tokyo exactly at 29th February sixteen years ago. I like to play computer and I also like to read. I may not be perfect but still I hope you still want to be friends with me. That's about all."
Some giggles were made and the girl that asked me a question earlier raised her hand. Mrs. Hirokase let her questioned the poor blonde youngest Weiß.
"Why are you so cute? What's your recipe?"
And again, you can hear Yohji's obvious snicker which I wished silently would choke him to death.
"I don't think I'm pretty... and I don't have any recipe. I just drink pure water and I eat regularly, wash my face regularly and sleep regularly. I don't use any special care, this really comes natural..." Omi answered as cool as he could but was still bad at hiding his shaking legs. Due to embarrassment or angriness because of Yohji, I wasn't very sure either.
"Oh don't say that, you ARE pretty..."
Omi couldn't hide his feelings which were shown by the faint blush that came across his face. "T-thank you...I guess."
Some "aww..." were heard from the girls. A certain snickering guy became louder.
The rest of the explanatory session was as uninteresting as ever.
***
"Dammit Yohji-kun! Stop that!!"
"Omi-chan is pretty, HAHAHAAHHA!! What the hell can be funnier than that? And you actually thanked her for calling you pretty!" Yohji stated with a broad smile plastered on his face while he made another fresh peel of laughter.
Yohji was a devil, I was sure of that.
The four of us were now back at solemn flowershop where we could put off our guards for even a bit. Being here was like heaven in deserted island, a Pocari sweat under the hot burning sun, a temple to pray beneath the graceful moon-
"I really hate that Hirokase woman..." Omi said to no one in particular.
"Yeah I know what you mean, she's so nosy you wanna cry." I added. This was true, she was so damn curious about us and made our hearts bumped at certain points since she made the funniest questions you could think of.
Like, for example, after school today she invited herself between us and asked several silly questions which I chose not to ponder about. Just notice that they involved bra sizes, few shampoos and chickens. Don't ask, I wasn't in the mood of explaining it all over again.
The woman was messing up with our brains more than any Schreient or Schwarz could do. Hell, I even started to miss that lunatic one-eyed Schwarz guy.
Thus wanted or not, tomorrow we still had to meet her so we had to cope up with her nosy attitude. But of course Yohji didn't seem to be having any problem with it. The damn playboy was as nosy as she was.
"We have to get used to it, we still have to deal with her until we found the bomb." Aya's deep voice chimed in.
Well wasn't it a surprise, he was thinking the same with me.
"It's so good to be back at home..." Omi pondered on his 'freedom' as he slumped on chair lazily and sighed.
I was going to put my nerves on a rest too when I heard the doorbell rang, the customers. Selling smile went straight to my face, hey it was a lot easier doing it now since I've been smiling this kind of smile since I joined Weiß and eventually became a flower boy. "Irasshai!" I greeted, trying to sound as half as Omi's sweetness.
Then to my horror... the customers were the girls from our school and sadistically were our *classmates*.
I swore my jaw dropped when one of the girls and I stared at each other looking definitely bewitched.
"You look awfully familiar..."
"N-n-no I don't."
"Yes you do, you look just like my new classmate... what was her name, Hidaka?" She took a step closer and studied every inch of my face. Dammit, what the hell was I supposed to do?! I didn't have any excuse that I could use, nor I could lie to them that I *were* her new classmate since I already replied and she already heard my voice. My real voice. Oh shit, Omi better thought of something to get out of this mess or we were in deep trouble.
I looked at Omi with the what-the-hell-are-you-doing-just-get-over-here-and-help-me look but he didn't seem to have the solution. I was beginning to panic when I heard a familiar deep voice butting in.
"Buy or leave." Aya exclaimed coldly, getting the whole room's attention.
The girls seemed to back off at that. Okay so it wasn't the smartest idea but at least it got to work.
Sign of irritation went up to his face as he replied himself, "Buy or LEAVE."
Uh-oh, he was using that deadly tone. No need to say, the girls went out like some scared cats as they had no intention on buying. Who could stay when they hear THAT kind of dangerous tone anyway? It was like jutting on your throat to his katana, and we all knew nobody lived after they jutted their throats to Aya's katana.
Thus what the girls, just like the other girls around town, wanted to do was to get some 'eye-candy' or whatever the hell they called looking, gushing and staring at us as though we were some kind of endangered mammoth or something. I never could figure out girls. What's so fun about it anyway?
Yohji's relieved state broke up the silence, "phew, that was damn close."
"Right Yohji-kun... and sorry Ken-kun, I couldn't think of anything just now because it happened just too sudden."
"Its' okay. Hey we are staying at the dorms tomorrow right? It's thankful to Persia that we get the same room."
"Still staying at girls dorm somehow makes this funny chills to me..."
"Pack up for tomorrow, and don't forget your P.E uniform which is what I'm delivering now to you."
Three pair of eyes turned violently to the source of the voice, our dearest leader Aya. As like asking what the hell did he just say, our eyes popped out at the brown and white P.E uniform with very small-sized bloopers and t-shirt. I almost fell down at the sight. I liked to think girls in P.E uniform were cute but I never wanted to actually try them myself!!
"What?" Aya asked, pretending that he didn't get what were we thinking. That damn bastard.
"A-A-Aya-kun... are we going to wear that... thing?" Omi asked with an extremely tiny voice.
"Of course, tomorrow's first two classes are P.E."
"WHAT?!" Yohji burst, "Damn hell I'm going to KILL Persia!!"
For the first time in my life, there was no disagreement with Yohji. That damn old man was torturing us very slowly with the cruelest ways and unbelievable pain. First it was coming into the girls' school, wore school girls' uniform, met Hirokase Shizuka, almost discovered by our classmates, and now this?! It was so unfair!
I was going to join Yohji in protesting when Aya stopped me before I started, "You have to shave your legs when you wear this, and don't forget the restricted underwear."
"Shave LEGS?! How in the hell can I shave my legs?! I've never shaved my legs! I don't want to shave my legs! It was a sign of manhood! I don't want to look all 'cleaned up' and 'boyish' and 'innocent' like Omi does! Hell, I won't even get the lowest level of date with my legs all shaved!!" Yohji was in the edge of hysteria, we could definitely figure out why.
"Hey!" Omi protested but nobody (again) listened to him. Poor boy.
"Well Yohji, if you want to use bloopers with your legs all hairy and stuff, even a distorted, delusional ancient woman can figure out who you are."
Thus I couldn't stop my mind from imagining Yohji standing gloriously with a soccer ball under his foot, hair all tied up into 2 pigtails, and a panorama of green scenery behind him while he's wearing white T-shirt and brown bloopers with his legs all hairy. Eek.
"Hell with it, I'll drop this case and leave it to you."
"Sure you can do that, but don't forget that we're going to cut your salary."
"What?! That is so un-"
"Anyway, both of you," Aya turned to Omi and me, "try this on when you reached your apartment room tonight. Make it as comfortable as possible, and disguise your private part as well as you can. I don't want they to discover us just because you couldn't wear a blooper well."
I looked at Omi. Omi looked at me. We both agreed that protesting could mean threat to our lives (of course by a certain katana) so we took the P.E uniform, stared at it, and held back tears.
Aya threw the P.E uniform to Yohji and they hit him on his face, fell right upon his hands. He looked down at them and made a sickened face of it.
"I'll never wear this thing." He exclaimed to no one in particular.
***
The four of us stood on one of the sports' field in Aries Gakuen. Of course, with the complete set of decreasing-dignity-outfit on. And again of course, with our legs all shaved up. Please, don't ask how was it. Just say that it was one of the most painful moments in my whole life. I never knew that wax could mean such agony... oh if only you heard Yohji's scream last night which eventually woke the entire goddamn apartment up in the middle of the night.
As like playing with us, Mother Nature blew up cold wind to our feet, making our lives more miserable than it already was.
Then a familiar figure came in. Dark-green coloured hair, slim body, hair being all pinned up like a fountain in the back... wait a second, it was Birman! Yes, a Birman in teacher's P.E uniform.
Goodness I hope it wasn't like as what I thought it was going to be.
"My name is Kurosaki Yui, you can address me as Kurosaki-sensei or Kurosaki-san. I'm the replacement of Odagaki-san since she's giving birth. I hope to have a nice class with you all." Birman with her fake name smiled, thus her eyes made a glimpse at particularly four of us as she smiled again. I believed that she was laughing at the mimics we made then.
My mouth was opened, unfortunately my eyes were popping out too. Yohji seemed to like the situation, due to the fact that he fancied Birman anyway. Er, correction, he liked *all* slim women over 18 so she didn't really count. Omi's mimic was unexplainable. His mouth was like trying to stop some words from coming but his eyebrows twitched.
Lastly, our dearest oh-praise-me leader Aya. He was as impassive as ever. But I thought he was as surprised as us all since he didn't realize that he dropped the bottle off his hand. That was the kind of thing that an Aya would never do.
"As for our training, since it's quite cold and the long pants aren't finished ordered yet, let's jog around the school three times to make our bodies warmer. Introduction will be continued later on. Okay, let's go!" the brunette woman exclaimed as she brought the whistle hung on her neck onto her lips and blew it. The girls started running.
Well it seemed that this situation wasn't going to be as bad as thought. Hell no, it was going to be *worse*.
TBC~ ^^