DISCLAIMER: Don't own the series...
...Sigh...I wish I owned Oujiro and Wizard...blast it.
Angelic High Part Two: MISAKICHIIII/Meet Tamayo and Kotaro
Pulling out her things, Misaki hummed softly to herself, arranging her materials in her carefree manner that was so natural to her. When a hand rapped on her desk lightly, she looked up.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," said a tall boy, her age, before her. He had dark hair and eyes that contradicted his light expression of friendliness.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," she smiled back and inclined her head from her lower position in her desk.
"I'm Kobayashi Kotaro," he said, bowing slightly in traditional Japanese fashion. She stood to reciprocate.
"I'm Misaki, Suzuhara Misaki!" and they stood there for a moment.
"Are you new to the area? I have not seen you in lower school or middle before..." he ventured.
"Hai, I'm from north of Tokyo. I just came here to live with my Aunt Shouko for the first time a week ago."
"Ah, I can show you around if..." he was cut off when:
"KOTARO-CHANNNNNNNNN!" A blonde whirlwind sped into him, knocking him flat, causing Misaki to jump down to check on his well-being. Then she looked up at the girl who was wearing a rather satisfied grin on her impish face.
"Naa!" Misaki yelped in surprise. The blonde girl blinked, noticing Misaki for the first time perhaps, and examined her closely, peering into her eyes rather near.
"Eh...Kotaro-chan, who's this?" the blonde asked, questioning the prostate body of Kotaro.
"M-M-Misaki!" she supplied, as Kotaro did not seem up to answering for her. After pondering a moment, an interesting glint in her uniquely colored eyes, the blonde girl gave a short bow.
"Ah, nice to meet you Misaki...hmm...that's not sounding right to me, ne Kotaro-chan?" she chortled and added as if conveying a secret to Misaki,
"You see, I call Kotaro, Kotaro-chan because -chan is good enough for him. Demo...you are..." she paused and then pumped the air with her fist triumphantly.
"Ah! I've got it! You are MISAKICHIIII!" And she pointed at Misaki who flushed several shades of pink unseen in years on the human face as all eyes turned to her.
"N-n-naa?" she faltered.
"Ohayo! And, me, hehe, I'm Tamayo-chan," she grinned again, propping Kotaro back into his seat as she took the seat behind him, diagonal from Misaki. Then the teacher walked in and Misaki began her first class in High School, managing to stir some consciousness from Kotaro before he was caught. Tamayo could not wipe the grin off her face throughout it all.
At lunch, Misaki walked alone to her locker quickly, leaving a gleeful Tamayo alone with a comically submissive and good-natured Kotaro [chan.] And Tamayo waved as she ran off, yelling: "JA NEEEE MISAKICHIIIIII!" in her ever-cheerful manner.
Misaki paused and smiled self-consciously at the way her new friend called her name so very, very loudly, always drawing unwanted attention to her. She sighed. It couldn't be helped, and she liked how friendly Tamayo and Kotaro were being to her, even just meeting her. Misaki smiled as she walked, rather lightly it might be noted for someone weighed down with as much academic material as she was. Her bag was not even big enough to hold all of her books, so she carried several in her small arms, as well as a few folders.
As she neared her locker though, being Misaki, she managed to somehow trip and she sprawled on the ground, her books and folders flying in every direction, some falling on top of her.
"Why?" she asked herself softly as she scrambled to pick up her things, blushing for what she thought must be the fiftieth time that day, feeling many staring eyes upon her petite form as she wrestled to get all her belongings back into her grasp. Eventually she had most of them in her arms, but found to her dismay that there was one other folder on the ground, her composition. In vain, she attempted to kneel down to reach it as well when a warm hand laid itself upon hers. She looked up.
"Wi-Wizard-san!" she gulped. This was incredibly embarrassing. He shook his head at her, almost amused, except his expression never changed; it was more of a feeling.
"We meet again Suzuhara," he paused and glanced at the heading. This pause seemed so long that Misaki wasn't certain whether to be embarrassed in advance or pray he didn't find her first topic chosen, juvenile.
"A-ano...?" she ventured and Wizard snapped back to attention, graceful as always, carefully placing her folder on top of her precarious pile of books and such.
"You chose to write on family? That is an ambiguous topic, ne?" he questioned as she made the last few feet to her locker successfully. She faced him, peering at him over the top of her pile of things.
"H-hai, demo, it's important, family, ne? I mean..." she paused and let that part trail off. Wizard did not convey any emotion, least of all the supernaturally inclined observation skills he had but he had seen a flash of sadness flitter through this bright child's eyes and he wondered at that. Then he pushed it away to the back of his mind and glanced down slightly at Misaki, his expression not really changing, but his eyes softening slightly.
"Hai, it's important for everyone," and he stared at her and then at her locker pointedly, "May I help you by the way Suzuhara?" he almost sounded amused again.
"Arigato," she smiled sheepishly and told him the combination without batting an eye. That she was so trusting was intriguing to Wizard; not that he would ever do anything untoward with the information, but it wasn't often to find such immediate trust in anyone. He opened it and then without asking, relieved Misaki of some of the books as she placed them all in an orderly fashion into it.
"I still haven't thanked you for before, and now I suppose I must thank you again," Misaki smiled widely up at Wizard who shook his head.
"It's not necessary," he replied.
"Iie, demo, I want to!" she cocked her head to one side, as if trying to comprehend something she was not allowing herself to ask about.
"Ah, well ja ne Suzuhara," Wizard waved ever so slightly and began to walk away with that unintended grace of his, silent and fluid.
"Iie! Matte Wizard-san!" she called to him, holding out her hand to stop him.
"Hai?" he asked, turning his head slightly to look at her over his shoulder, a few strands of unruly hair falling as always, into his bright eyes.
"Just Misaki is fine, like Oujiro said, no need for formalities between friends, ne?" she asked, feeling like she was taking a leap of faith. It was impossible to figure out if he would like to be her friend, behind that stoic face of his, beautiful but lacking normal expressions.
"Hai," he shrugged kindly and waved once more, "Ja ne Misaki."
Misaki smiled; another friend was surely made. Turning back to her locker, she hummed a soft tune, cheery to suit her disposition, giving one last glance at the composition folder before shutting the locker door and clicking the lock back into place.
Wizard strode down the hall, confident but not egocentric, simply flawless according to his peers. He was one of the main attractions for the ladies of Angelic High due to his aloof and mysterious way, as well as his attractive looks. But he was somewhat unattainable; thus not only his name being Wizard, but his nickname among the students being The Wizard, the enchanter of women as it was joked about, who didn't really want them.
He spotted Oujiro ahead, leaning casually against a wall, eyes seemingly closed. But Wizard knew better. Oujiro was as alert as he was, maybe more so.
Oujiro was the other attraction, given the nickname, Prince of Angelic High, courteous, kind, handsome, and suave, he was everything Wizard minus the cold exterior. He had a mysterious air without being icy as Wizard tended to appear.
"Wizard," Oujiro's lips were curved in that soft all-knowing smile of his as he spoke his best friend's name, eyes still languidly closed, brushed beneath his ebony bangs.
"Oujiro," Wizard nodded and took the space next to the Prince, leaning on the wall in similar style. They were picturesque in their subtle comfort of smooth stillness, neither missing the fact that many stares were thrown their way, most from females, though some undoubtedly from the males too.
"My sixth sense tells me you are thinking of something," Oujiro opened his lively beautiful blue eyes and threw his sight sideways upon Wizard who turned to face him comfortable, shoulder still leaning on the wall.
"Hai," he answered simply.
"Hm, well if you aren't going to tell me, I suppose I can wait a while longer, though I think I know what it...no, who it is you're thinking of," he offered a short chuckle, deep and resonant.
"Feh," was the curt reply but it was mere confirmation of Oujiro's implication. In silence, the two walked towards the cafeteria line. As they entered the line, someone bumped into Oujiro and he looked down, surprised.
"Oh, gomen!" a model-like girl feigned innocence, apologizing while batting her long blonde eyelashes at him, smiling a little too coyly for Oujiro's taste; the girl had of course, timed this perfectly to "run into" Mihara Oujiro, the Prince, on purpose. It happened all the time and best time was lunch, when it was normal because of all the people. The girl was still there, smiling up at him, her long strawberry blonde hair held in a long braid, bright green eyes staring out of a fair toned face. And the Prince had no interest. Still, he was as gentlemanly as ever...
"Ahem, it's nothing..." what was that girl's name...oh right. "Mizawa-san, it's fine," he smiled kindly as always and turned before she could catch him again somehow, moving in a discreetly quickened pace towards where Wizard had moved with the line, near the front.
"That's always fun to watch," Wizard remarked, clearly entertained by the sparkle in his eyes that was clear only to the truly observant, or the truly familiar in the case of Oujiro.
"Hai, for you maybe," Oujiro groaned as he took his tray absently and they exited the line. "I wish they wouldn't do that," he added as he and Wizard looked around.
"I feel like eating outside today," Wizard said. So they did. And as they exited the doors, they both noticed immediately, though neither would ever admit it, Suzuhara Misaki. She was sitting alone beneath a large Sakura tree, eating her lunch, staring up into the branches of the still blooming tree. Wizard was the first to stop looking and glanced over at Oujiro who once caught, had the grace to blush slightly. Wizard raised an inquiring eyebrow. Oujiro waved it off. And, ignoring the even more inquiring look he was getting from Wizard, who nonetheless was happy with his friend's actions, Oujiro moved towards the unknowing Misakichi [as Tamayo would so lovingly call her.]
"Misaki," Oujiro smiled down at her. Misaki for her part was startled and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice.
And she nearly did it again when she saw him and Wizard standing before her, holding their lunch trays, if only somewhat expectantly.
"K-konnichi-wa minna!" she managed a smile. "A-ano, would you like to eat lunch here with me?" She looked down. "Demo, if you don't want to, that's okay too, I know you are probably busy," she trailed off, not certain what to do.
"Hai, I was going to ask if we could. Arigato Misaki," Oujiro confirmed, still smiling and Misaki lowered her head quickly to hide the uncontrollable blush she felt rise warmly on her cheeks. She focused on her bento...which was somewhat empty at this point. There were a few minutes of silence before Wizard lost interest in his lunch and took more of interest in the girl across from him and Oujiro. Her head was still cast down, deliberately if he wasn't mistaken and he rarely was. She seemed to be enthralled with her empty bento.
"Daijoubu Misaki?" he asked, surprising himself and even Oujiro who for once, showed his surprise. Wizard was polite but rarely did he inquire about other people's well being...except for Oujiro of course. It was Oujiro's turn to raise an eyebrow and Wizard thanked the stars that he had worked for so long to attain his unbreakable wall of expressionless and emotionless being. It saved him from the blush he would have had under any normal person's circumstance...which would have only led to further controversy between him and Oujiro later anyway.
Misaki's head shot up rather quickly as she nodded.
"H-hai! Daijoubu. Gomen," she apologized with a sincerity that Mizawa had lacked earlier, a pure and... oddly endearing sincerity. Wizard absently thought that must come from the slight naivety and innocence that seemed to resonate from this girl, which he also supposed made her so interesting. Oujiro even less consciously acknowledged this as well, seeing it more as simply Misaki than anything else. Simply Misaki.
"Daijoubu. Kirei ne?" Oujiro attempted to brush her obvious unease away by pointing at the softly falling Sakura petals around them. They were in fact, every beautiful indeed.
"Kirei..."breathed Misaki lightly, lifting her tiny palm thoughtlessly up into the air to catch one but it seemed none came close enough to her, for she could not reach high enough. Before any petals would glide low enough for her reach, a sudden breeze would sweep them away. Misaki was a bit crestfallen at this slight reminder of her tiny state but still found pleasure in their indisputable beauty, smiling in her carefree manner people who knew her well loved so dearly. Sighing, she was about to let her empty hand fall when a soft counter breath blew an unsuspecting petal into her palm. It was softer than any wind or breeze...she looked to the side. Wizard nodded, and Misaki supposed that was his substitute for a smile. He had discreetly blown a petal into her hand. Her smile brightened tenfold and Oujiro laughed aloud. At this she wondered and stared peculiarly at Oujiro who merely shook his head, obviously entertained by some secret joke he knew only.
"Arigato Wizard!" she laughed as she cradled the small pink petal lovingly in her hands. Such simple beauty was to be praised in her meek opinion, small but amazing, like she hope to be someday.
"Ne, it's time to head back minna," Oujiro said, still wearing a secretive smile, tickling Misaki's tenacious curiosity that she fought down with a determined will. Sure enough, most students were re-entering the school from lunch hour. It was nearly time to return to class.
"Hai!" Misaki bundled up her empty bento and hopped lithely up. Surely she was no athlete, but her petite form made it easy for her to jump and such when necessary, or when compelled by a sudden burst of joy, which happened to her a lot lately, she noted amusedly. Thoughtfully, she turned to Oujiro and Wizard, looking up at them both, still wondering why two sophomores would bother with her, but shrugging it off mentally. She was happy to be their friends; they gave her a funny feeling, like butterflies in her stomach, but she figured this was a new kind of happiness. In a way, she was right.
"Arigato Misaki," Wizard said, pausing and waiting for Oujiro to follow suit. Oujiro had a glint in his eyes that Wizard noticed, one that belied his somewhat mischievous mode.
"Ano, Misaki-chan?" Oujiro had placed on his face a contemplative and tentative look, a pondering look even.
"Hai Oujiro?" she prompted, unaware of the Oujiro mischief at hand.
"I think I've thought of what to ask you for, you know, for showing you to your class this morning. Of course, this lunch sitting with you was enough, demo, if you wouldn't mind..." he let his sentence hang in air for a moment. Misaki pounced unknowingly on the offer.
"Hai! Anything Oujiro-san, I have been thinking all morning of how to repay you and Wizard-san and I still haven't gotten any good ideas," she added somewhat ashamedly, even when there was no real reason for her to be ashamed. That was just Misaki. Wizard smiled mentally at how she added the forma "san" to the ends of their names in her excitement. Oujiro too noticed this but did not comment, only letting a slow smile creep across his face, not his usual one [that it might be noted still sent girls falling all over him] but a satisfied one, like that of a cat winning at a game with a mouse.
"Anything?" he asked once more, just so she was certain, though he knew she would never really think to what he was thinking to know.
"H-hai, anything, anything I can do...though I can't do a lot of things..." and this set Misaki to worrying again and Wizard smiling mentally again and Oujiro to continue his satisfied smile as well.
"Well then, Misaki-chan," he bent to a knee and took her hand...
And placed a soft kiss on it, innocent and gentlemanly, yet a big show for the Prince of Angelic High. And as one might expect in a high school setting anywhere, there were viewers who began whispering hoarsely to each other. These were all blocked out though from the three.
"N-na!?" she blushed fiercely. That was not what she had expected; still, it sent tingles of an unfamiliar yet pleasant sort straight into her heart.
Wizard was also stunned. And for a split second, he showed it, and Oujiro saw that split second, and grinned. Misaki was mumbling to herself, blushing and trying to make a single cohesive sentence...and not prevailing.
"Ah, Misaki-chan, was that bad of me?" Oujiro sounded genuinely worried for a moment but his face cleared when she smiled at him.
"Iie, demo, I don't think that's really a proper gratitude from me...I should do something for you, demo..." she was cut off by Oujiro shaking his head.
"Iie Misaki. That is plenty. Arigato again," he added as he and Wizard began to walk away, Misaki still standing rooted to her spot beneath the falling Sakura blossoms.
So that was her first lunch at high school.
Not bad.
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Hope you liked this chapter minna. It's slow yes, but more Kotaro and Tamayo and soon hopefully Hikaru, you know, you know. [I LOVE Hikaru. Sugoi, ne?]
Thank you for reading thus far! Keep reading and REVIEWING and I'll keep updating. TELL YOUR FRIENDS who like Angelic Layer Fics about this one, especially Oujiro x Misaki fans. I really want to get people into this story and REVIEWING. There are so few Misaki and Oujiro fics. I guess that if people read mine, maybe they'll writer their own too. ^_~
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Arigato minna!
-Kaji Hikage
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Angelic High Part Two: MISAKICHIIII/Meet Tamayo and Kotaro
Pulling out her things, Misaki hummed softly to herself, arranging her materials in her carefree manner that was so natural to her. When a hand rapped on her desk lightly, she looked up.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," said a tall boy, her age, before her. He had dark hair and eyes that contradicted his light expression of friendliness.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," she smiled back and inclined her head from her lower position in her desk.
"I'm Kobayashi Kotaro," he said, bowing slightly in traditional Japanese fashion. She stood to reciprocate.
"I'm Misaki, Suzuhara Misaki!" and they stood there for a moment.
"Are you new to the area? I have not seen you in lower school or middle before..." he ventured.
"Hai, I'm from north of Tokyo. I just came here to live with my Aunt Shouko for the first time a week ago."
"Ah, I can show you around if..." he was cut off when:
"KOTARO-CHANNNNNNNNN!" A blonde whirlwind sped into him, knocking him flat, causing Misaki to jump down to check on his well-being. Then she looked up at the girl who was wearing a rather satisfied grin on her impish face.
"Naa!" Misaki yelped in surprise. The blonde girl blinked, noticing Misaki for the first time perhaps, and examined her closely, peering into her eyes rather near.
"Eh...Kotaro-chan, who's this?" the blonde asked, questioning the prostate body of Kotaro.
"M-M-Misaki!" she supplied, as Kotaro did not seem up to answering for her. After pondering a moment, an interesting glint in her uniquely colored eyes, the blonde girl gave a short bow.
"Ah, nice to meet you Misaki...hmm...that's not sounding right to me, ne Kotaro-chan?" she chortled and added as if conveying a secret to Misaki,
"You see, I call Kotaro, Kotaro-chan because -chan is good enough for him. Demo...you are..." she paused and then pumped the air with her fist triumphantly.
"Ah! I've got it! You are MISAKICHIIII!" And she pointed at Misaki who flushed several shades of pink unseen in years on the human face as all eyes turned to her.
"N-n-naa?" she faltered.
"Ohayo! And, me, hehe, I'm Tamayo-chan," she grinned again, propping Kotaro back into his seat as she took the seat behind him, diagonal from Misaki. Then the teacher walked in and Misaki began her first class in High School, managing to stir some consciousness from Kotaro before he was caught. Tamayo could not wipe the grin off her face throughout it all.
At lunch, Misaki walked alone to her locker quickly, leaving a gleeful Tamayo alone with a comically submissive and good-natured Kotaro [chan.] And Tamayo waved as she ran off, yelling: "JA NEEEE MISAKICHIIIIII!" in her ever-cheerful manner.
Misaki paused and smiled self-consciously at the way her new friend called her name so very, very loudly, always drawing unwanted attention to her. She sighed. It couldn't be helped, and she liked how friendly Tamayo and Kotaro were being to her, even just meeting her. Misaki smiled as she walked, rather lightly it might be noted for someone weighed down with as much academic material as she was. Her bag was not even big enough to hold all of her books, so she carried several in her small arms, as well as a few folders.
As she neared her locker though, being Misaki, she managed to somehow trip and she sprawled on the ground, her books and folders flying in every direction, some falling on top of her.
"Why?" she asked herself softly as she scrambled to pick up her things, blushing for what she thought must be the fiftieth time that day, feeling many staring eyes upon her petite form as she wrestled to get all her belongings back into her grasp. Eventually she had most of them in her arms, but found to her dismay that there was one other folder on the ground, her composition. In vain, she attempted to kneel down to reach it as well when a warm hand laid itself upon hers. She looked up.
"Wi-Wizard-san!" she gulped. This was incredibly embarrassing. He shook his head at her, almost amused, except his expression never changed; it was more of a feeling.
"We meet again Suzuhara," he paused and glanced at the heading. This pause seemed so long that Misaki wasn't certain whether to be embarrassed in advance or pray he didn't find her first topic chosen, juvenile.
"A-ano...?" she ventured and Wizard snapped back to attention, graceful as always, carefully placing her folder on top of her precarious pile of books and such.
"You chose to write on family? That is an ambiguous topic, ne?" he questioned as she made the last few feet to her locker successfully. She faced him, peering at him over the top of her pile of things.
"H-hai, demo, it's important, family, ne? I mean..." she paused and let that part trail off. Wizard did not convey any emotion, least of all the supernaturally inclined observation skills he had but he had seen a flash of sadness flitter through this bright child's eyes and he wondered at that. Then he pushed it away to the back of his mind and glanced down slightly at Misaki, his expression not really changing, but his eyes softening slightly.
"Hai, it's important for everyone," and he stared at her and then at her locker pointedly, "May I help you by the way Suzuhara?" he almost sounded amused again.
"Arigato," she smiled sheepishly and told him the combination without batting an eye. That she was so trusting was intriguing to Wizard; not that he would ever do anything untoward with the information, but it wasn't often to find such immediate trust in anyone. He opened it and then without asking, relieved Misaki of some of the books as she placed them all in an orderly fashion into it.
"I still haven't thanked you for before, and now I suppose I must thank you again," Misaki smiled widely up at Wizard who shook his head.
"It's not necessary," he replied.
"Iie, demo, I want to!" she cocked her head to one side, as if trying to comprehend something she was not allowing herself to ask about.
"Ah, well ja ne Suzuhara," Wizard waved ever so slightly and began to walk away with that unintended grace of his, silent and fluid.
"Iie! Matte Wizard-san!" she called to him, holding out her hand to stop him.
"Hai?" he asked, turning his head slightly to look at her over his shoulder, a few strands of unruly hair falling as always, into his bright eyes.
"Just Misaki is fine, like Oujiro said, no need for formalities between friends, ne?" she asked, feeling like she was taking a leap of faith. It was impossible to figure out if he would like to be her friend, behind that stoic face of his, beautiful but lacking normal expressions.
"Hai," he shrugged kindly and waved once more, "Ja ne Misaki."
Misaki smiled; another friend was surely made. Turning back to her locker, she hummed a soft tune, cheery to suit her disposition, giving one last glance at the composition folder before shutting the locker door and clicking the lock back into place.
Wizard strode down the hall, confident but not egocentric, simply flawless according to his peers. He was one of the main attractions for the ladies of Angelic High due to his aloof and mysterious way, as well as his attractive looks. But he was somewhat unattainable; thus not only his name being Wizard, but his nickname among the students being The Wizard, the enchanter of women as it was joked about, who didn't really want them.
He spotted Oujiro ahead, leaning casually against a wall, eyes seemingly closed. But Wizard knew better. Oujiro was as alert as he was, maybe more so.
Oujiro was the other attraction, given the nickname, Prince of Angelic High, courteous, kind, handsome, and suave, he was everything Wizard minus the cold exterior. He had a mysterious air without being icy as Wizard tended to appear.
"Wizard," Oujiro's lips were curved in that soft all-knowing smile of his as he spoke his best friend's name, eyes still languidly closed, brushed beneath his ebony bangs.
"Oujiro," Wizard nodded and took the space next to the Prince, leaning on the wall in similar style. They were picturesque in their subtle comfort of smooth stillness, neither missing the fact that many stares were thrown their way, most from females, though some undoubtedly from the males too.
"My sixth sense tells me you are thinking of something," Oujiro opened his lively beautiful blue eyes and threw his sight sideways upon Wizard who turned to face him comfortable, shoulder still leaning on the wall.
"Hai," he answered simply.
"Hm, well if you aren't going to tell me, I suppose I can wait a while longer, though I think I know what it...no, who it is you're thinking of," he offered a short chuckle, deep and resonant.
"Feh," was the curt reply but it was mere confirmation of Oujiro's implication. In silence, the two walked towards the cafeteria line. As they entered the line, someone bumped into Oujiro and he looked down, surprised.
"Oh, gomen!" a model-like girl feigned innocence, apologizing while batting her long blonde eyelashes at him, smiling a little too coyly for Oujiro's taste; the girl had of course, timed this perfectly to "run into" Mihara Oujiro, the Prince, on purpose. It happened all the time and best time was lunch, when it was normal because of all the people. The girl was still there, smiling up at him, her long strawberry blonde hair held in a long braid, bright green eyes staring out of a fair toned face. And the Prince had no interest. Still, he was as gentlemanly as ever...
"Ahem, it's nothing..." what was that girl's name...oh right. "Mizawa-san, it's fine," he smiled kindly as always and turned before she could catch him again somehow, moving in a discreetly quickened pace towards where Wizard had moved with the line, near the front.
"That's always fun to watch," Wizard remarked, clearly entertained by the sparkle in his eyes that was clear only to the truly observant, or the truly familiar in the case of Oujiro.
"Hai, for you maybe," Oujiro groaned as he took his tray absently and they exited the line. "I wish they wouldn't do that," he added as he and Wizard looked around.
"I feel like eating outside today," Wizard said. So they did. And as they exited the doors, they both noticed immediately, though neither would ever admit it, Suzuhara Misaki. She was sitting alone beneath a large Sakura tree, eating her lunch, staring up into the branches of the still blooming tree. Wizard was the first to stop looking and glanced over at Oujiro who once caught, had the grace to blush slightly. Wizard raised an inquiring eyebrow. Oujiro waved it off. And, ignoring the even more inquiring look he was getting from Wizard, who nonetheless was happy with his friend's actions, Oujiro moved towards the unknowing Misakichi [as Tamayo would so lovingly call her.]
"Misaki," Oujiro smiled down at her. Misaki for her part was startled and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice.
And she nearly did it again when she saw him and Wizard standing before her, holding their lunch trays, if only somewhat expectantly.
"K-konnichi-wa minna!" she managed a smile. "A-ano, would you like to eat lunch here with me?" She looked down. "Demo, if you don't want to, that's okay too, I know you are probably busy," she trailed off, not certain what to do.
"Hai, I was going to ask if we could. Arigato Misaki," Oujiro confirmed, still smiling and Misaki lowered her head quickly to hide the uncontrollable blush she felt rise warmly on her cheeks. She focused on her bento...which was somewhat empty at this point. There were a few minutes of silence before Wizard lost interest in his lunch and took more of interest in the girl across from him and Oujiro. Her head was still cast down, deliberately if he wasn't mistaken and he rarely was. She seemed to be enthralled with her empty bento.
"Daijoubu Misaki?" he asked, surprising himself and even Oujiro who for once, showed his surprise. Wizard was polite but rarely did he inquire about other people's well being...except for Oujiro of course. It was Oujiro's turn to raise an eyebrow and Wizard thanked the stars that he had worked for so long to attain his unbreakable wall of expressionless and emotionless being. It saved him from the blush he would have had under any normal person's circumstance...which would have only led to further controversy between him and Oujiro later anyway.
Misaki's head shot up rather quickly as she nodded.
"H-hai! Daijoubu. Gomen," she apologized with a sincerity that Mizawa had lacked earlier, a pure and... oddly endearing sincerity. Wizard absently thought that must come from the slight naivety and innocence that seemed to resonate from this girl, which he also supposed made her so interesting. Oujiro even less consciously acknowledged this as well, seeing it more as simply Misaki than anything else. Simply Misaki.
"Daijoubu. Kirei ne?" Oujiro attempted to brush her obvious unease away by pointing at the softly falling Sakura petals around them. They were in fact, every beautiful indeed.
"Kirei..."breathed Misaki lightly, lifting her tiny palm thoughtlessly up into the air to catch one but it seemed none came close enough to her, for she could not reach high enough. Before any petals would glide low enough for her reach, a sudden breeze would sweep them away. Misaki was a bit crestfallen at this slight reminder of her tiny state but still found pleasure in their indisputable beauty, smiling in her carefree manner people who knew her well loved so dearly. Sighing, she was about to let her empty hand fall when a soft counter breath blew an unsuspecting petal into her palm. It was softer than any wind or breeze...she looked to the side. Wizard nodded, and Misaki supposed that was his substitute for a smile. He had discreetly blown a petal into her hand. Her smile brightened tenfold and Oujiro laughed aloud. At this she wondered and stared peculiarly at Oujiro who merely shook his head, obviously entertained by some secret joke he knew only.
"Arigato Wizard!" she laughed as she cradled the small pink petal lovingly in her hands. Such simple beauty was to be praised in her meek opinion, small but amazing, like she hope to be someday.
"Ne, it's time to head back minna," Oujiro said, still wearing a secretive smile, tickling Misaki's tenacious curiosity that she fought down with a determined will. Sure enough, most students were re-entering the school from lunch hour. It was nearly time to return to class.
"Hai!" Misaki bundled up her empty bento and hopped lithely up. Surely she was no athlete, but her petite form made it easy for her to jump and such when necessary, or when compelled by a sudden burst of joy, which happened to her a lot lately, she noted amusedly. Thoughtfully, she turned to Oujiro and Wizard, looking up at them both, still wondering why two sophomores would bother with her, but shrugging it off mentally. She was happy to be their friends; they gave her a funny feeling, like butterflies in her stomach, but she figured this was a new kind of happiness. In a way, she was right.
"Arigato Misaki," Wizard said, pausing and waiting for Oujiro to follow suit. Oujiro had a glint in his eyes that Wizard noticed, one that belied his somewhat mischievous mode.
"Ano, Misaki-chan?" Oujiro had placed on his face a contemplative and tentative look, a pondering look even.
"Hai Oujiro?" she prompted, unaware of the Oujiro mischief at hand.
"I think I've thought of what to ask you for, you know, for showing you to your class this morning. Of course, this lunch sitting with you was enough, demo, if you wouldn't mind..." he let his sentence hang in air for a moment. Misaki pounced unknowingly on the offer.
"Hai! Anything Oujiro-san, I have been thinking all morning of how to repay you and Wizard-san and I still haven't gotten any good ideas," she added somewhat ashamedly, even when there was no real reason for her to be ashamed. That was just Misaki. Wizard smiled mentally at how she added the forma "san" to the ends of their names in her excitement. Oujiro too noticed this but did not comment, only letting a slow smile creep across his face, not his usual one [that it might be noted still sent girls falling all over him] but a satisfied one, like that of a cat winning at a game with a mouse.
"Anything?" he asked once more, just so she was certain, though he knew she would never really think to what he was thinking to know.
"H-hai, anything, anything I can do...though I can't do a lot of things..." and this set Misaki to worrying again and Wizard smiling mentally again and Oujiro to continue his satisfied smile as well.
"Well then, Misaki-chan," he bent to a knee and took her hand...
And placed a soft kiss on it, innocent and gentlemanly, yet a big show for the Prince of Angelic High. And as one might expect in a high school setting anywhere, there were viewers who began whispering hoarsely to each other. These were all blocked out though from the three.
"N-na!?" she blushed fiercely. That was not what she had expected; still, it sent tingles of an unfamiliar yet pleasant sort straight into her heart.
Wizard was also stunned. And for a split second, he showed it, and Oujiro saw that split second, and grinned. Misaki was mumbling to herself, blushing and trying to make a single cohesive sentence...and not prevailing.
"Ah, Misaki-chan, was that bad of me?" Oujiro sounded genuinely worried for a moment but his face cleared when she smiled at him.
"Iie, demo, I don't think that's really a proper gratitude from me...I should do something for you, demo..." she was cut off by Oujiro shaking his head.
"Iie Misaki. That is plenty. Arigato again," he added as he and Wizard began to walk away, Misaki still standing rooted to her spot beneath the falling Sakura blossoms.
So that was her first lunch at high school.
Not bad.
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Hope you liked this chapter minna. It's slow yes, but more Kotaro and Tamayo and soon hopefully Hikaru, you know, you know. [I LOVE Hikaru. Sugoi, ne?]
Thank you for reading thus far! Keep reading and REVIEWING and I'll keep updating. TELL YOUR FRIENDS who like Angelic Layer Fics about this one, especially Oujiro x Misaki fans. I really want to get people into this story and REVIEWING. There are so few Misaki and Oujiro fics. I guess that if people read mine, maybe they'll writer their own too. ^_~
REVIEW ONEGAIIIII! [yes I'm needy, I know, hehehe. Gomen.]
Arigato minna!
-Kaji Hikage
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