Desperate Situations of the Heart
T3h bl00
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Sakuno adjusted her high ponytail. A long wave of glistening cinnamon-covered locks cascaded down to her shoulder blades.
Smoothing back what little shards of hair she had left hanging over her face, she slipped in a few clips to hold them in place.
All in all, she had moved on from the quiet little 12-year-old Sakuno Ryuzaki from way back when. She was slightly taller and her hair, though it had been cut, was still the long length, only thicker and filled with more luscious color that flaunted it's hues in the sun, unlike it did in braids.
She pulled on her shirts sleeves and straightened out her long pleated skirt. To look her best for school was always a priority, ever since Ryoma came. The problem was; she had vowed to stop thinking about him, get over this stupid childhood crush.
Her fingers stopped in the middle of what they were doing. Ryoma Echizen. She did this all practically for him. Well, that was going to change…
Rolling up her sleeves slightly, she undid the clasps in her hair, letting long frays of hair tumble onto her temples and deftly graze her cheeks.
Undoing her ponytail, she did it again, only higher, so her hair reached around her shoulders and the nape of her neck.
"No more Ryoma…no more thoughts of Ryoma…" She winced, repeating it in fast murmurs.
Reaching for her book bag, she realized it wasn't in its usual spot.
"The tennis court…the game…I left my…" She cringed and hit her wrist against her forehead. "Damn!" It wasn't strange to hear Sakuno say, 'damn', basically she found it the better word of all the rest.
Really it was just a word. Like ass was for Donkey. Shit was for…shit. They were just words, which really people used like common words you and I use, such as, "Yes. No. Maybe." Words that are used at least 10 or more times a day. After a while we get so used to saying these words, we say them as a reflex.
That was the least of her worries, though.
Panic issued through her bones, banging contagiously against her marrow, a twinge of fright in there too.
"Oba-san!" Sakuno called, knowing her grandmother had stayed at the courts longer than she, and would have probably seen her bag lying around somewhere.
"Yes?" She heard her grandmother's voice as the old woman emerged from the kitchen into her granddaughter's room.
"Oba-san, have you seen my bag?" The girl asked, trying to hide the frantic panic coursing through.
The old woman blinked, rubbing her chin lightly, "Ah! The Echizen boy took it…he said he'd give it to you at school today…"
Sakuno couldn't help but try and mask a flush. So that was her bag Ryoma had…he had her bag. Ryoma Echizen had touched her bag, and kept it on his back, taken it into his house…
What if it smelled like his house…
What DID the Echizen household smell like…?
Sakuno turned her back to her grandmother, "Thanks much Oba-san."
The lady nodded her head, trying to hide a smile, and walked out of the room, leaving Sakuno to scope out the recesses of her mind with questions she wished she could block out of her brain.
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Ryoma Echizen walked to the entrance of the school, passing the tennis courts. It killed him to see them so deserted, if he could, he would draw his racket from its case and retrieve a single Penn ball from his backpack, and fling it against the tennis courts clay surface, or at least the walls beyond its gates.
He shifted the weight on his shoulders evenly, Ryuzaki's bag on his left, his own on his right.
Why had he offered to take it? It was going to be a troublesome burden, and he could imagine seeing her face when he handed it to her, the image of her, blushing a bright red, and in a whispering, shy, murmur, asking if it was too much trouble.
The image played, rewound, and played again, like a broken record stuffed into his mind.
"Che…" he smirked in slight amusement, walking up to the entrance of the school, climbing up the steps and combing back his emerald tinted onyx locks from his face using his fingers.
"Ah! Echizen!" He could hear her light and wispy voice beckoning him from but a few feet away.
Looking down from the top step, he saw her, her chest moving up and down slightly panting and her face flushed. She must have run to catch up to him.
"Hm?" he looked at her, an emotionless stare plastered onto his face.
"My…my bag…" She caught her breath and stood upright, "My grandmother told me you had my bag…" she spotted it on his left shoulder.
"Oh…yeah…" He shrugged off the bag and handed it to her, "Try and be more careful with your stuff, luckily I got it before someone else did…" he turned around, and began to enter the doorway.
"Thank…you…" he heard her whimper out.
"No problem." He called out, turning down a hallway.
Tears burned in her eyes. "Why bother even being nice…he doesn't return it…damnit Sakuno, you are so blind…" She walked up the steps, taking them two at a time.
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"Period 4, Sexual Education class, Mrs. Matsuo," Sakuno Sighed, reading off the bold print of her class schedule to her best friend, "Well it looks like we have Sex Ed. Next…"
Tomo smiled slightly, "What a great class…"
"Tomo!" Sakuno scowled slightly.
"What?" Tomo smiled innocently. She had too, dropped her childhood pigtails. Her golden tan hair drifted to her jaw line, and stayed there, and a bushel of carefully combed bangs rested across her forehead. Her hair had turned out perfect, who knew short hair was good.
Sakuno sighed, folding her schedule paper and inserting it into her front pocket that rested above her breast.
"Let's get a move on Sakuno! We don't want to be late for our favorite class…" Before Sakuno could indicate that she preferred art and Physical Education over Sexual Education, Tomo grabbed her friend by the head and barged through the flood of children that were in the halls.
'Room: 2-B'
Sakuno sighed as she took her seat in the center row and Tomo in the seat behind her.
"Good morning, my pubescent teenagers! I hope you are all ready for another exciting class of Sexual Education." A thin lady dressed in a long maroon dress with wild thick, black glossy curls entered the room, a pile of books and papers flooding out of her hands.
Some of the teenagers sighed, groaning and lolling their heads against the backs of their seats.
"Good morning Matsuo-sensei…" The class moaned groggily.
"Well you people need to be picked up on to your feet!" the teacher exclaimed, taking off her load of papers and books onto her own wide desk.
"Something like…a nice group project!" The class moaned again.
"What?"
"Why?"
"This is retarded! I want to be in Shop Class!"
The teacher, beyond all shouts and complaints, drew out long strips of white paper.
"Now…I have put you all in groups of tw—"
The door to the classroom opened, and in walked Ryoma, clad in his usual school uniform, and he went, and sat a few seats behind Sakuno. His face, plastered with the usual emotionless look, and his cat-shaped eyes staring ahead to the chalkboard.
"Ah…Echizen-san…so nice of you to join us…about 5 minutes late…"
"Sorry." He leaned back in his chair. "Just was talking to Tezuka." He flipped out what looked like a yellow post-it and held it between his index and middle fingers.
The teacher took the note, read over it, and nodded.
"Now…back to the pairs…" She began to list off names, each group including one male and one female.
"Matsuko Miharu and Hasegawa Shun…and…Ryuzaki Sakuno and Echizen Ryoma!" She cried gleefully, listing off the next two pairs, and continued with names.
Sakuno froze. She felt as if she had been doused in water and then sprayed over by frost, almost like she had been stuck out in a snow storm, wearing only a swimsuit.
Ryoma…and her…doing a project for school. Oh, but not just any project. A project for a class called Sex Ed. The class about Sexual Intimacy, about puberty, about what a man and woman do together.
She gulped, swallowing the large lump in her throat.
"Now, I want you all to get into your groups right now and pick one of you to come and draw what project you're going to do."
Sakuno felt her throat dry up. She heard Ryoma, pulling his chair among the others up to hers.
She could see him, his arms crossed across the desk, cradling his chin in the center of their fold.
"So…you or me?" he asked.
"I…" She felt her breath caught in her windpipe, "Uhm…I don't mind…"
"Okay. You." He stated.
Sakuno gulped, and tried to conceal a flush from the proximity of their closeness.
"Everyone chosen yet?" The teacher paused, and continued not giving enough time for an answer, "okay! Come up and pick…" She laid the choices flat down on the tabletop and let the students come and pick.
Sakuno stared down at the choices. Which number to pick…her hand loomed over 15…then 10…then 5…then back to 7…before she knew it they had been chosen all too quickly, and in a rush, she grabbed number 3.
"Alright! Sit!" The teacher commanded, and every student sat.
Sakuno looked at the choice.
"Make a diagram to discuss and label the Female and Male Sexual Anatomy."
She gulped and slid it over to Ryoma, looking down and memorizing the creases in the smooth wooden desk, wincing slightly as she heard him pick it up and most likely read it.
"Ah…easy…" He put it on the table, "Luckily you chose a good one."
Sakuno breathed a sigh of relief.
"When…should we start…?" Sakuno murmured, raising her head slightly from the table.
"The library after school today. After Tennis practice, we can easily get into there afterward, and get some books…"
"Oh…okay…" She nodded. It did sound like a good idea.
So they agreed on it. 5 o'clock pm in the Library. Alone. No one else but the librarian, possibly.
Sakuno couldn't help but blush her trademark blush.
Ryoma and her. Alone.
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--t3h bl00