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READ THE NOTES BEFORE and AFTER THE EPISODES WHEN I POST THEM PLEASE! They inform you of stuff that you might want to know about the fic and other things as well as what you might get to see in the next episode depending on the number/ content of the reviews! ^_~ Arigato gozaimasu!
Anyone with Misaki x Oujiro fics please e-mail me at:
Kajihikage@adelphia.net
I am building a site of varied fanfiction, Misaki and Oujiro included and I am searching like mad. If you're interested, e-mail me and I'll give you the URL for you to see if you like the idea. Sou da ne...
Hai, hai, getting on with the important part...gomen:
Angelic High: Episode Four: Enter HIKARU
"I'm leaving Shouko-san!" Misaki called as she pelted down the stairs and out of the house, grabbing her bento and backpack on her way, throwing a hasty "arigato" over her shoulder as she shut the door. Apparently she had slept through her alarm clock; it was very un-Misaki like but she had had the worst time getting to sleep that past night. Yet, if she hurried, she might make it in time.
With lightning fast strides surprising for her short but slender legs, she ran through the school gates, up the front steps and towards homeroom. As a last minute thought she went even faster, stopping to put her bento in her locker and somehow stuffing everything she needed into her bag, unlike yesterday when she carried half her things. As it was, she was greatly overbalanced by the weight but managed to doggedly head back towards homeroom.
Imagine her startled expression when she ran into someone and went sprawling. She winced; her ankle felt somewhat painful.
"Gomen," she said quickly, looking up at..."Wizard-san!" she yelped.
"Hai, daijoubu Misaki?" he asked, leaning down to help her up. She looked at his proffered hand he wondered if she knew how odd it was for him to be this courteous. He also wondered why he was being this way, his higher self softly teasing him, soft enough for him to ignore it.
"Daijoubu desu!" she nodded, taking his hand slowly, standing purposely on her left foot, taking the pressure of her right one discreetly. There was no reason to worry Wizard-san.
"Are you sure?" he asked, genuinely worried; he had seen her wince when she fell.
"Hai! Demo, I'm sure you have to go to class now, ne Wizard-san?" she replied cheerily.
"Hai, as long as you're certain you are alright," was his response.
"Of course! Go Wizard-san before I make you late. Arigato gozaimasu," she added, waving as he turned the corner to the upper floors. Then she exhaled briefly and winced again. There was a throbbing in her right ankle for sure but she had to get to class...so she hobbled or limped to class, smiling and offering an apology to Moritomo as she went to her seat. Tamayo and Kotaro eyed her in question but to her relief, they let it slide. They would ask later why Misakichi was late that morning.
Wizard apologized tonelessly to the teacher for being late, who was so stunned at his tardiness she could only nod and wave him to his seat wordlessly. Wizard was never late. Never. His peers also stared, the only one amongst them seeming to have a clue being Mihara Oujiro. He for his part, mouthed the words silently: We'll talk later.
It was a statement, a fact, more than a request. Wizard only shortly inclined his head as he slid into his desk smoothly without a sound. Certainly they could talk.
Later.
"Nani? You slept though your alarm Misakichi?" Tamayo empathized with her deeply.
"Hai," Misaki sighed. They were at lunch, her, Tamayo and Kotaro-chan sitting together beneath that same Sakura tree she sat under the day before with a Prince and a Wizard. Misaki had offered her bento to Tamayo, lying that she had eaten a large breakfast. In reality, she was fighting off swirls in her head of dizziness caused by the increasing pain in her ankle, which she was deftly hiding from them. She had not eaten anything yet that day but felt she could not eat at present in any case. Giving herself a mental slap, she refrained from softly rubbing the injury. That would only draw attention.
"Suzuhara," Kotaro smiled, "How do you like it so far?"
"Ano, it's very nice; I still feel the same as before. Everyone has been extremely nice to me," she reaffirmed.
"Hai, that's good," Kotaro nodded before being slammed into a chokehold, courtesy of the undefeated Tamayo-chan.
"KOTAROOOO-CHANNNN! What's this? Are you making untoward passes at Misakichiiiii?" she teased, knowing full well he hadn't. She merely teased him because she could get under his skin, and was not disappointed as he turned several shades of embarrassed rosy red in blushes.
"I-Iie Tamayo-chan!" he frowned, gasping for air. Misaki laughed nervously. Apparently Kotaro had built up a fair resistance over the years, but it was definitely something she would have to get used to. Kotaro went momentarily limp and Tamayo dropped him. In a few seconds he dragged himself to an upright position and Tamayo grinned as if to say, "told you so" and Misaki laughed again. Definitely take some getting used to...
"Ano, I should get to my locker minna," Misaki excused herself and made a hasty exit while Tamayo teased Kotaro again, limping hurriedly away, hoping they didn't notice; they didn't.
As she approached her locker she sighed in relief. She could limp fully now without worrying about...well, worrying anyone else.
"Misaki?" She would have jumped if her ankle were not hurt as she turned to face Prince Mihara Oujiro himself, that wayward smile plastered languidly over his ever-unflappable and handsome features.
"Na! Oujiro-san!" she gulped.
"Daijoubu? Why are you limping?" he asked, genuine concern in his friendly voice; they were very close to each other and she felt like she might collapse, and not from her ankle either.
"A-ano, it's nothing," she smiled casually, shrugging it off, making a show of getting the last three feet to her locker without trouble, as though normal. And it would have fooled anyone but her present audience most likely. But present audience was Mihara Oujiro and he missed little or nothing that went on.
"Awful habit of yours Misaki-chan," he chuckled kindly, "And you're not very good at it," he baited her.
"N-nani?" she faltered.
"Lying Misaki-chan, you are lying. Here," and he took her arm and as she was not quite tall enough for him to wrap her arm around his shoulders for support, he leaned down a bit and they made their way to the nearest classroom, still empty as it was still lunch time. Nudging the door open to enter and then closed behind them, Oujiro helped a reluctant Misaki to one of the desks. To her rather great discomfort, he then lightly lifted her innocently onto the desk as though she were not more than a feather's weight.
"U-um, Oujiro-san, daijoubu. I don't need anything; this is not necessary," she attempted feebly even as he was cautiously removing her right shoe and examining her foot, cradling it softly as though it might shatter in his very grasp.
"Iie Misaki-chan. You're hurt. Why didn't you tell anyone? It might have worsened your condition," he noted matter-of-factly and worriedly all at once. "Hmm...matte a moment Misaki-chan," he said and exited the room hurriedly. Misaki moaned. This was exactly what she had wanted to avoid. She was not a purposeful attention-getter; in fact she tried to avoid it as such, but somehow eyes always ended up on her in this school. Why, she wasn't sure.
And neither was Mizawa Rei who walked calmly in, ignoring Misaki's bare foot.
"Konnichi-wa Misaki-chan. I was wondering, would you like to meet me after school and go somewhere?" she asked friendly. What could Misaki say but:
"Hai, I'd love to," Misaki smiled outwardly and cringed inwardly. Her traitorous mouth was always doing things she told it not to it seemed. She supposed she would have to wear the day out a slight while longer.
"Sugoi! I'll see you after school out front under that really big Sakura tree, like the one at lunch, only bigger, ne?" Rei smiled a flashy white- toothed picture perfect grin and flounced off. Misaki moaned again. Why? She didn't like feeling sorry for herself, but she was dangerously near doing so in bulk...when Oujiro returned.
"Wasn't that Mizawa?" he asked blandly as he approached her, with some kind of supportive bandage Misaki noticed.
"Hai," Misaki said.
"Ah well, too bad," he chuckled, and when Misaki gave him a wondering glance, he shrugged it away loosely, glossing over the situation by firmly but gently binding her foot with the bandage.
"That should hold you for the rest of the day Misaki-chan, demo be careful, ne?" Oujiro cautioned and Misaki blushed and mustered a nod to his slowly retreating back. She pulled her shoe back on and sighed; the day was nearly over, she reminded herself and set to making her way to her next class.
After school, Misaki waited patiently as ever under the beautiful Sakura tree for Mizawa. She sat on the ledge beneath it, wary of her right ankle as she had been all day since the accident.
And she waited.
And waited.
And it started to rain. Misaki shivered. Should she wait still? What if Mizawa came out and when she didn't see her, became upset? She clambered ungracefully up onto the ledge completely for shelter underneath the tree's wide branches. It was frugal, but she couldn't just leave...
"I just said..." a voice sounded from somewhere not very far from her. Misaki looked around rapidly. Then she heard the voices.
"What do you mean? You could never best us!" came a cocky male voice.
"I just said I could be as good as you," came a strong yet light female voice, seemingly young, and insistent.
"Iie," the retort came. There was shuffling then the sound of someone falling and a gasp. Misaki struggled to get down from the ledge without falling herself and managed to, then dashed as well as she could to the scene. A young girl, her age, maybe one year older, was sprawled on the ground, bag some feet away from her. Her hair was short and wavy, an amazing crimson hue that framed her pretty face. Even soaked, Misaki could tell this girl was very beautiful.
"You should stay out of our business anyway. You're a second year, and a girl. You're too cute to be in this kind of thing anyway. I'd rather date you than fight you," another guy from behind the fist remarked in a very chauvinistic manner. The girl reached for her bag but one of the several males congregated there kicked it swiftly out of her reach.
"Stop!" Misaki was as surprised as they were when the sound left her mouth. She was little, smaller than the girl on the ground, not half as pretty [or so she thought] and not even as old, but here she was...prepared to defend her. She stopped thinking and moved herself in between the boys and the girl, still on the ground.
"Who are you?" the leader asked incredulously, green eyes flashing. Misaki thought for a moment those green eyes looked familiar but brushed it off and strengthened her position. She was the only one on this girl's side.
"Suzuhara Misaki," she answered truthfully. Why not tell him her name? The boy started in surprise; so this was the girl his sister was griping about during lunch. This was the girl who had single handedly and unintentionally gained the attentions of Mihara-san and Wizard-san. He stared at her. Well, she was cute but there must have been more...
"Suzuhara, ne? You shouldn't talk about things you don't know about Suzuhara," he warned.
"What don't I know? All I know is, is," Misaki was never great with words, but she had to say what she knew was right, what she felt, "...is that you are many and she is only one. Why are you so mean to her?"
Her question was so innocently pure and concrete that the boy took a moment to respond.
"Just back off girl," he scowled. This girl was challenging his authority, right in front of all his followers too. It was unforgivable.
"Iie, you have to leave her alone first!" Misaki insisted, a fiery determined air making her braver, even as the cold rain poured down on her and the girl; the boys all had umbrellas.
"And you'll make us?" he challenged warily. Who was this girl to say such things? She obviously didn't know who he was. But Misaki had turned her back on them, helping the girl up.
"Ano, daijoubu?" Misaki asked, helping the girl up, avoiding her own injury deftly.
"Hai, arigato Suzuhara-san," the girl replied and looked straight at Misaki, just slightly taller than the younger girl. Misaki looked up at her and gasped. This girl had the most vivid...red eyes? They were strangely entrancing, alert and knowing, perfect for her, Misaki absently thought.
"Hey, did you hear me?" the boy brought Misaki back to attention. She turned, still in between him and the girl.
"Hai, I, I will," if you don't leave on your own, Misaki thought the last part. The girl moved in front of her.
"Stop Mizawa, this is not her fault," the girl said.
"Mizawa?" Misaki asked. Wasn't that Rei's last name?
"Hai, this is Mizawa Kokuyo, older brother of Mizawa Rei," the girl supplied. Misaki realized; that was why his green eyes seemed so familiar; Rei had the same sharp color.
"And this silly girl you've been equally silly to save is Hikaru," Kokuyo scowled again.
"It's not silly to help someone!" Misaki frowned. Why was he so disagreeable?
"You are challenging my words again?" he asked in obvious disbelief. One of his peers stepped forward.
"No one is allowed to question Mizawa!" the peer said and thoughtlessly took a swing towards Hikaru who happened to be standing in front of Misaki at this point. Misaki, for all her un-athletic ability, happened to see it coming and pushed Hikaru out of the way, ducking in the process. She amazed herself by luck sometimes.
The boy stared at the empty air his hand hit. Misaki slowly rose from her low crouch. He launched at her again, and Misaki tried to twist out of his way, but forgot her ankle and it fell out from under her. Luckily, this saved her a black eye, but conversely unfortunately, ended up with her on the ground, vulnerable.
"Can't you see this is pointless?" Hikaru challenged from behind Mizawa. "Let her go. Stop your little minion," Hikaru demanded. Mizawa offered her only a sadistic smile.
"Hikaru-san, leave, I'm fine," Misaki smiled, stumbling up on her left foot, edging over to the ledge she sat on previously to sit and stare at the boys and Mizawa.
"Iie, Suzuhara..." Hikaru began but noted the look in Misaki and stepped away. She wanted her to go for help. So she would. Hikaru ran.
And suddenly, Misaki was alone.
Alone with Mizawa and his gang.
It was still raining.
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ACK. Hikaru has entered! Isn't she the best? Will she bring help in time? Who will she get to help? Will Misaki be okay? What is it with Wizard and Oujiro, who likes Misaki the most? And what will happen when they meet Hikaru? ACK. When will the rain stop!?
What will happen with the Mizawa duo? Did Mizawa Rei set this up?
Misaki is so trusting, who can gently help her see that not everyone is going to be her friend?
And what of her mother, where is she? How does Suzuhara Misaki really feel about not knowing her? What hides behind that carefree visage of hers she is always trying to keep up? And who can see her for how she really feels inside?
REIVEIW onegai minna, and find out. ^_~
-Kaji Hikage
READ THE NOTES BEFORE and AFTER THE EPISODES WHEN I POST THEM PLEASE! They inform you of stuff that you might want to know about the fic and other things as well as what you might get to see in the next episode depending on the number/ content of the reviews! ^_~ Arigato gozaimasu!
Anyone with Misaki x Oujiro fics please e-mail me at:
Kajihikage@adelphia.net
I am building a site of varied fanfiction, Misaki and Oujiro included and I am searching like mad. If you're interested, e-mail me and I'll give you the URL for you to see if you like the idea. Sou da ne...
Hai, hai, getting on with the important part...gomen:
Angelic High: Episode Four: Enter HIKARU
"I'm leaving Shouko-san!" Misaki called as she pelted down the stairs and out of the house, grabbing her bento and backpack on her way, throwing a hasty "arigato" over her shoulder as she shut the door. Apparently she had slept through her alarm clock; it was very un-Misaki like but she had had the worst time getting to sleep that past night. Yet, if she hurried, she might make it in time.
With lightning fast strides surprising for her short but slender legs, she ran through the school gates, up the front steps and towards homeroom. As a last minute thought she went even faster, stopping to put her bento in her locker and somehow stuffing everything she needed into her bag, unlike yesterday when she carried half her things. As it was, she was greatly overbalanced by the weight but managed to doggedly head back towards homeroom.
Imagine her startled expression when she ran into someone and went sprawling. She winced; her ankle felt somewhat painful.
"Gomen," she said quickly, looking up at..."Wizard-san!" she yelped.
"Hai, daijoubu Misaki?" he asked, leaning down to help her up. She looked at his proffered hand he wondered if she knew how odd it was for him to be this courteous. He also wondered why he was being this way, his higher self softly teasing him, soft enough for him to ignore it.
"Daijoubu desu!" she nodded, taking his hand slowly, standing purposely on her left foot, taking the pressure of her right one discreetly. There was no reason to worry Wizard-san.
"Are you sure?" he asked, genuinely worried; he had seen her wince when she fell.
"Hai! Demo, I'm sure you have to go to class now, ne Wizard-san?" she replied cheerily.
"Hai, as long as you're certain you are alright," was his response.
"Of course! Go Wizard-san before I make you late. Arigato gozaimasu," she added, waving as he turned the corner to the upper floors. Then she exhaled briefly and winced again. There was a throbbing in her right ankle for sure but she had to get to class...so she hobbled or limped to class, smiling and offering an apology to Moritomo as she went to her seat. Tamayo and Kotaro eyed her in question but to her relief, they let it slide. They would ask later why Misakichi was late that morning.
Wizard apologized tonelessly to the teacher for being late, who was so stunned at his tardiness she could only nod and wave him to his seat wordlessly. Wizard was never late. Never. His peers also stared, the only one amongst them seeming to have a clue being Mihara Oujiro. He for his part, mouthed the words silently: We'll talk later.
It was a statement, a fact, more than a request. Wizard only shortly inclined his head as he slid into his desk smoothly without a sound. Certainly they could talk.
Later.
"Nani? You slept though your alarm Misakichi?" Tamayo empathized with her deeply.
"Hai," Misaki sighed. They were at lunch, her, Tamayo and Kotaro-chan sitting together beneath that same Sakura tree she sat under the day before with a Prince and a Wizard. Misaki had offered her bento to Tamayo, lying that she had eaten a large breakfast. In reality, she was fighting off swirls in her head of dizziness caused by the increasing pain in her ankle, which she was deftly hiding from them. She had not eaten anything yet that day but felt she could not eat at present in any case. Giving herself a mental slap, she refrained from softly rubbing the injury. That would only draw attention.
"Suzuhara," Kotaro smiled, "How do you like it so far?"
"Ano, it's very nice; I still feel the same as before. Everyone has been extremely nice to me," she reaffirmed.
"Hai, that's good," Kotaro nodded before being slammed into a chokehold, courtesy of the undefeated Tamayo-chan.
"KOTAROOOO-CHANNNN! What's this? Are you making untoward passes at Misakichiiiii?" she teased, knowing full well he hadn't. She merely teased him because she could get under his skin, and was not disappointed as he turned several shades of embarrassed rosy red in blushes.
"I-Iie Tamayo-chan!" he frowned, gasping for air. Misaki laughed nervously. Apparently Kotaro had built up a fair resistance over the years, but it was definitely something she would have to get used to. Kotaro went momentarily limp and Tamayo dropped him. In a few seconds he dragged himself to an upright position and Tamayo grinned as if to say, "told you so" and Misaki laughed again. Definitely take some getting used to...
"Ano, I should get to my locker minna," Misaki excused herself and made a hasty exit while Tamayo teased Kotaro again, limping hurriedly away, hoping they didn't notice; they didn't.
As she approached her locker she sighed in relief. She could limp fully now without worrying about...well, worrying anyone else.
"Misaki?" She would have jumped if her ankle were not hurt as she turned to face Prince Mihara Oujiro himself, that wayward smile plastered languidly over his ever-unflappable and handsome features.
"Na! Oujiro-san!" she gulped.
"Daijoubu? Why are you limping?" he asked, genuine concern in his friendly voice; they were very close to each other and she felt like she might collapse, and not from her ankle either.
"A-ano, it's nothing," she smiled casually, shrugging it off, making a show of getting the last three feet to her locker without trouble, as though normal. And it would have fooled anyone but her present audience most likely. But present audience was Mihara Oujiro and he missed little or nothing that went on.
"Awful habit of yours Misaki-chan," he chuckled kindly, "And you're not very good at it," he baited her.
"N-nani?" she faltered.
"Lying Misaki-chan, you are lying. Here," and he took her arm and as she was not quite tall enough for him to wrap her arm around his shoulders for support, he leaned down a bit and they made their way to the nearest classroom, still empty as it was still lunch time. Nudging the door open to enter and then closed behind them, Oujiro helped a reluctant Misaki to one of the desks. To her rather great discomfort, he then lightly lifted her innocently onto the desk as though she were not more than a feather's weight.
"U-um, Oujiro-san, daijoubu. I don't need anything; this is not necessary," she attempted feebly even as he was cautiously removing her right shoe and examining her foot, cradling it softly as though it might shatter in his very grasp.
"Iie Misaki-chan. You're hurt. Why didn't you tell anyone? It might have worsened your condition," he noted matter-of-factly and worriedly all at once. "Hmm...matte a moment Misaki-chan," he said and exited the room hurriedly. Misaki moaned. This was exactly what she had wanted to avoid. She was not a purposeful attention-getter; in fact she tried to avoid it as such, but somehow eyes always ended up on her in this school. Why, she wasn't sure.
And neither was Mizawa Rei who walked calmly in, ignoring Misaki's bare foot.
"Konnichi-wa Misaki-chan. I was wondering, would you like to meet me after school and go somewhere?" she asked friendly. What could Misaki say but:
"Hai, I'd love to," Misaki smiled outwardly and cringed inwardly. Her traitorous mouth was always doing things she told it not to it seemed. She supposed she would have to wear the day out a slight while longer.
"Sugoi! I'll see you after school out front under that really big Sakura tree, like the one at lunch, only bigger, ne?" Rei smiled a flashy white- toothed picture perfect grin and flounced off. Misaki moaned again. Why? She didn't like feeling sorry for herself, but she was dangerously near doing so in bulk...when Oujiro returned.
"Wasn't that Mizawa?" he asked blandly as he approached her, with some kind of supportive bandage Misaki noticed.
"Hai," Misaki said.
"Ah well, too bad," he chuckled, and when Misaki gave him a wondering glance, he shrugged it away loosely, glossing over the situation by firmly but gently binding her foot with the bandage.
"That should hold you for the rest of the day Misaki-chan, demo be careful, ne?" Oujiro cautioned and Misaki blushed and mustered a nod to his slowly retreating back. She pulled her shoe back on and sighed; the day was nearly over, she reminded herself and set to making her way to her next class.
After school, Misaki waited patiently as ever under the beautiful Sakura tree for Mizawa. She sat on the ledge beneath it, wary of her right ankle as she had been all day since the accident.
And she waited.
And waited.
And it started to rain. Misaki shivered. Should she wait still? What if Mizawa came out and when she didn't see her, became upset? She clambered ungracefully up onto the ledge completely for shelter underneath the tree's wide branches. It was frugal, but she couldn't just leave...
"I just said..." a voice sounded from somewhere not very far from her. Misaki looked around rapidly. Then she heard the voices.
"What do you mean? You could never best us!" came a cocky male voice.
"I just said I could be as good as you," came a strong yet light female voice, seemingly young, and insistent.
"Iie," the retort came. There was shuffling then the sound of someone falling and a gasp. Misaki struggled to get down from the ledge without falling herself and managed to, then dashed as well as she could to the scene. A young girl, her age, maybe one year older, was sprawled on the ground, bag some feet away from her. Her hair was short and wavy, an amazing crimson hue that framed her pretty face. Even soaked, Misaki could tell this girl was very beautiful.
"You should stay out of our business anyway. You're a second year, and a girl. You're too cute to be in this kind of thing anyway. I'd rather date you than fight you," another guy from behind the fist remarked in a very chauvinistic manner. The girl reached for her bag but one of the several males congregated there kicked it swiftly out of her reach.
"Stop!" Misaki was as surprised as they were when the sound left her mouth. She was little, smaller than the girl on the ground, not half as pretty [or so she thought] and not even as old, but here she was...prepared to defend her. She stopped thinking and moved herself in between the boys and the girl, still on the ground.
"Who are you?" the leader asked incredulously, green eyes flashing. Misaki thought for a moment those green eyes looked familiar but brushed it off and strengthened her position. She was the only one on this girl's side.
"Suzuhara Misaki," she answered truthfully. Why not tell him her name? The boy started in surprise; so this was the girl his sister was griping about during lunch. This was the girl who had single handedly and unintentionally gained the attentions of Mihara-san and Wizard-san. He stared at her. Well, she was cute but there must have been more...
"Suzuhara, ne? You shouldn't talk about things you don't know about Suzuhara," he warned.
"What don't I know? All I know is, is," Misaki was never great with words, but she had to say what she knew was right, what she felt, "...is that you are many and she is only one. Why are you so mean to her?"
Her question was so innocently pure and concrete that the boy took a moment to respond.
"Just back off girl," he scowled. This girl was challenging his authority, right in front of all his followers too. It was unforgivable.
"Iie, you have to leave her alone first!" Misaki insisted, a fiery determined air making her braver, even as the cold rain poured down on her and the girl; the boys all had umbrellas.
"And you'll make us?" he challenged warily. Who was this girl to say such things? She obviously didn't know who he was. But Misaki had turned her back on them, helping the girl up.
"Ano, daijoubu?" Misaki asked, helping the girl up, avoiding her own injury deftly.
"Hai, arigato Suzuhara-san," the girl replied and looked straight at Misaki, just slightly taller than the younger girl. Misaki looked up at her and gasped. This girl had the most vivid...red eyes? They were strangely entrancing, alert and knowing, perfect for her, Misaki absently thought.
"Hey, did you hear me?" the boy brought Misaki back to attention. She turned, still in between him and the girl.
"Hai, I, I will," if you don't leave on your own, Misaki thought the last part. The girl moved in front of her.
"Stop Mizawa, this is not her fault," the girl said.
"Mizawa?" Misaki asked. Wasn't that Rei's last name?
"Hai, this is Mizawa Kokuyo, older brother of Mizawa Rei," the girl supplied. Misaki realized; that was why his green eyes seemed so familiar; Rei had the same sharp color.
"And this silly girl you've been equally silly to save is Hikaru," Kokuyo scowled again.
"It's not silly to help someone!" Misaki frowned. Why was he so disagreeable?
"You are challenging my words again?" he asked in obvious disbelief. One of his peers stepped forward.
"No one is allowed to question Mizawa!" the peer said and thoughtlessly took a swing towards Hikaru who happened to be standing in front of Misaki at this point. Misaki, for all her un-athletic ability, happened to see it coming and pushed Hikaru out of the way, ducking in the process. She amazed herself by luck sometimes.
The boy stared at the empty air his hand hit. Misaki slowly rose from her low crouch. He launched at her again, and Misaki tried to twist out of his way, but forgot her ankle and it fell out from under her. Luckily, this saved her a black eye, but conversely unfortunately, ended up with her on the ground, vulnerable.
"Can't you see this is pointless?" Hikaru challenged from behind Mizawa. "Let her go. Stop your little minion," Hikaru demanded. Mizawa offered her only a sadistic smile.
"Hikaru-san, leave, I'm fine," Misaki smiled, stumbling up on her left foot, edging over to the ledge she sat on previously to sit and stare at the boys and Mizawa.
"Iie, Suzuhara..." Hikaru began but noted the look in Misaki and stepped away. She wanted her to go for help. So she would. Hikaru ran.
And suddenly, Misaki was alone.
Alone with Mizawa and his gang.
It was still raining.
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ACK. Hikaru has entered! Isn't she the best? Will she bring help in time? Who will she get to help? Will Misaki be okay? What is it with Wizard and Oujiro, who likes Misaki the most? And what will happen when they meet Hikaru? ACK. When will the rain stop!?
What will happen with the Mizawa duo? Did Mizawa Rei set this up?
Misaki is so trusting, who can gently help her see that not everyone is going to be her friend?
And what of her mother, where is she? How does Suzuhara Misaki really feel about not knowing her? What hides behind that carefree visage of hers she is always trying to keep up? And who can see her for how she really feels inside?
REIVEIW onegai minna, and find out. ^_~
-Kaji Hikage