DISCLAIMER: After all this time, it still ain't mine.
TO TEZUKA-SAN WITH LUUUUVBy: Chachachar
16.01.05
CHAPTER III: Play
Oh Fuckity fuck fuck.
It was the only output her brain managed to produce while two pairs of eyes, one - a pair of sharp icy blue and the other - a pair behind lenses, brooding dark brown, concentrated on her; efficiently nailing her in place and paralyzing any movement.
She was well aware of what kind and how deep the shit she currently was in but that knowledge did not prevent her subconscious from hypothesizing on how she must look in front of two boys who were number one and two on her "Top Ten Most Obsessed Over Males" list.
Chiharu's subconscious described three possibilities.
A – Kabura Chiharu is a lunatic.
B – Kabura Chiharu is a fangirling lunatic.
C – Kabura Chiharu is a fangirling lunatic that must be shot. Thirteen times.
On one hand she was… nervous and embarrassed that none of the possibilities were positive. On the other hand she was… relieved. Since they already think negatively of her, whatever course of action she decided to take to get her out of her predicament, would not and could not make her look any worse. Therefore she was free to run full speed out the door, tackling Tezuka-buchou and tensai Fuji-san if they refused to remove themselves from the doorway, and sprint all the way home without having to worry about looking like a crazed fangirling lunatic that must be shot thirty-three times.
At the moment, that was the best plan that she could come up with. She admits that it was not the most brilliant idea but it will have to do if she wanted to extricate herself from the situation with the least damage done unto her, not counting the harm done to her image/reputation/dignity… THAT had been shattered to unidentifiable miniscule pieces precisely two minutes and forty-seven seconds ago.
Two minutes and forty-eight seconds… good, they're still immobile.
Two minutes and forty-nine seconds… she managed to regain control of her motor system.
Two minutes and fifty seconds… Iku wa yo!!
The loud clatter that the chair made as it was accidentally knocked over in her haste to grab her book bag must have startled Tezuka and Fuji into jumping out of the way as she bolted out of the classroom. Lucky! She didn't have to tackle both of them down after all.
YOSH! Her escape plan was a success… now she had to figure out how to deal with "it". She would have to come up with something more ingenious than doing a breakneck speed getaway every time they're within a six-meter radius – that just did not have a one hundred percent success rate… Oh shit!
Meanwhile, back in the classroom… there was still silence but now Tezuka was looking at Fuji and Fuji was looking at Tezuka. Fuji's eyes were still a sharp icy blue and Tezuka was still brooding.
Fuji looked away first and focused on the letter again. Tezuka itched to snatch that seemingly harmless paper away and… well, truthfully, he was not quite sure what he wanted to do with it.
"Saa, seems like Kabura-san likes you, Tezuka." The Tensai Trademark Smile was back on his face.
Tezuka never had a problem with the Tensai Trademark Smile… until now. There was just something about it…
"It seems like Kabura-san likes you too." He was not sure what kind of game Fuji was playing or even if Fuji WAS playing a game, but since Fuji's games usually involved sarcasm, sadism and a few more negative '-isms', he was careful not to include himself in them. Unfortunately, he had been stressed lately, especially in the last ten or so minutes and in the place of wisdom and caution, he found himself exercising irritability and spite.
"But she likes you more… she likes you the most actually." Fuji corrected after giving the paper another once over. "She's in love with you, she said so in the letter…" He glanced up to see the Buchou's left eye twitch. Fu fu, this could be fun…
He tilted his head slightly to the side and gave Tezuka a narrowed look. "Don't you like her too Tezuka? Kabura-san is a lovely girl… or perhaps you…"
Tezuka had a problem with the smile, he did NOT like the look that damn pansy boy was giving him and he KNOWS what pansy boy was thinking and so before the pansy bastard could say any more he uttered, "I. Hate. You" with toxic malice dripping from each word.
Fuji just smiled all too pleasantly.
A/N:
Ohisashiburi! A big THANKS to everyone who read and hopefully enjoyed it and an even bigger THANK YOU to those who left reviews… Luv ya!! As always, comments are welcome. Thanx again!
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INTERLUDE: TEZUKA-BUCHOU TO FUJI-SEMPAI!!! RABU TORAIANGERU (love triangle)!!! NANI?!?!?!
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