Angelic High: Chapter Eleven
Suzuhara Misaki was at a loss.
They wanted her to do what?
"Sing Misaki-chan," Hikaru smiled at her, oblivious for the moment about her friend's intense discomfort at the mere thought of such a thing.
Words like: You're kidding, you're joking, there's no way you're being serious, flashed like lightning through Misaki's frazzled senses but none of them came out.
Instead...
"N-nani?" It seemed she was saying that an awful lot lately. Wizard shook his head as Hikaru continued to kindly but forcefully persuade a clearly reluctant Misaki, feeling a great deal of sympathy and pity for his surrogate little sister. Somehow Hikaru had suckered them all into this...thing. Wizard was just happy it wasn't him who had to sing.
"You know you can do it Misaki-chan," Hikaru prodded cheerfully.
"Iie..." Misaki shook her head fast. No way. There was no way in the name of all her love of...of...ice cream that she would do it. No way...now way...
"Please?" Hikaru had this all planned out, brining out her secret weapon: puppy eyes. Her lovely crimson eyes watered ever so slightly and she got down slowly on her knees, hands clasped in front of her like she was at the bloody synagogue or something. Misaki sputtered.
"H-Hikaru-chan, I can't! I m-m-mean..." Misaki's voice faltered.
There was an imminent pause.
And then:
"What do you want me to sing?" Misaki could've whacked herself upside the head. Wasn't that exactly what she'd told herself so obstinately only seconds ago she would not under any circumstances, do?
It was.
Hikaru's eyes dried immediately and gave a sparkling smile that Misaki had a sudden faint idea had been hiding skillfully underneath the girl's precious frown the whole time. Wizard's blue eyes danced with amusement he'd never, ever vocalize as he watched the antics of Hikaru and the reactions of Misaki which, at length, varied between absurdly melodramatic to admirably discreet, all in matters of seconds.
He supposed that was apart of the chemistry Misaki had with most people who met her. She made them act open, completely, not only because they were unthreatened by her kind demeanor and disposition but because they knew she was more than tolerant.
Suzuhara Misaki accepted them.
In every way she accepted them.
And she was very agreeable usually. That was apart of her personality, flawed as it was in Wizard's opinion. It was that exact kind of personality he did not have and was, for the moment, thankful. Otherwise he might be the one singing. He suppressed a shudder at the very thought.
"...and then the lights will go up, the curtain will rise and we'll all be up there, on stage right there with you!" Hikaru finished giving Misaki the super-duper condensed five-minute run-down on a "vague" idea of what they'd be doing, her words of course. Hikaru wanted to leave all their options open.
"I don't know..."Misaki floundered for an escape route.
"Don't worry Misaki-chan. Everything will be alright," a familiar voice sounded from behind her and Misaki turned around to find herself nose to nose with a certain Prince of Angelic. The only Prince of Angelic for that matter.
"O-Oujirou!" she squeaked. This day was just full of mini-surprises and Misaki had a feeling she might end up in a high sea of confusion by the end of it all...and it wasn't even over yet.
"Daijoubu Misaki?" he questioned amicably, his smile fully reaching his wonderful blue eyes, the eyes so many girls fell into and never were able to resurface from again. The same eyes that were only for Suzuhara Misaki, much to those same girls' discouragement. It was clear by now that Mihara Oujirou and her were something of an item. Something. Misaki was not quite as comfortable, nor sure of herself though and that left room for interpretation because as far as anyone could see on the outside, it was Oujirou doing all the advancing, minimal as it might seem and gradual as it might seem.
Personally, he didn't mind. If slow was the way he could reach Misaki, slow was perfect for Oujirou. As long as she was somewhere near him, as long as he could reach out for her, he was content just with that for the moment.
"I'm fine Oujirou, arigato," Misaki replied warmly, her expression embodying the word 'kind' in every possible manifestation.
"Hai and she's fine with singing for the Talent Search too!" Hikaru quite veritably crowed with triumph and Oujirou chuckled. The red-haired beauty had been plotting for a while now on how to get Misaki into it. Apparently, according to her words, she had succeeded. Said red-haired beauty paused and added with a grin, "And she's going to dance too!"
Misaki blanched. Excuse me, she thought, her mind choppy at best.
Hikaru laughed lightly at the stricken look on Misaki's face when she told the younger girl that she would also have to dance. That was definitely the kicker. But Misaki would in the end, yield and that was something Hikaru would hug her and tease her and love her about in time to come. She would do anything for her friends, Hikaru realized; that was just the kind of person Misaki was.
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Higashi stood to one side, watching the foursome with discreet interest. Okosu stood to her left, looking imminently bored out of his mind. And he was. Except for one thing.
Or rather, one someone.
Suzuhara Misaki. Her name even smiled. Even if Higashi couldn't see what had people entranced around the little first year, Okosu could. The first year had an aura of safety and compassion about her that was undeniably tempting and desirable in a person. People by nature sought kindness and Misaki was the walking, talking personification if it. So they flocked.
He had other things in mind though. Misaki, for all her first year stature, was not homely in the least. In fact, she was rather infectiously adorable, bright blue eyes, chestnut hair, fair skin and a petite frame that suited well the school uniform. In contrast, Okosu noted that unlike Higashi who though tempestuously mature and developed could not hold the same attention Misaki could, Misaki did not even try to get the attention she did. And that was perhaps just one of the many things that intrigued Mirashi Okosu about her.
The way things were planned between him and Higashi right now, well, it seemed he'd be getting what he was after eventually and so, even though Okosu did not wholeheartedly agree with the grand schemer's plans, he decided to be compliant for now.
Higashi motioned him over with her hand. He neared her, leaning closer to her so she could whisper.
"So they're in. It'll be easy enough to show them up. Look at them. Honestly, the Prince must be under the same spell the school Wizard is under. They're acting so...so..." Higashi struggled with her words in her aggravation. Okosu shrugged nonchalantly.
"Normal?" he suggested and Higashi nodded furtively.
"They're still immaculate in appearance and their behavior is still amazing but they act with a certain different manner that I suspect is all her fault," Higashi spat, throwing a terse but pointed glare in Misaki's direction. Higashi referred to the change from the perfect Wizard and Prince's conservatively cool and suave behavior to those of school Casanovas, excepting that they were only Casanovas with their respective objects of affection.
"What does it matter? You only want to throw Ms. First Year down the ladder a few rungs. Don't get your skirts in a twist," Okosu drawled and ran his smooth fingers absently through his blond hair.
"Watch your mouth Mirashi or you'll get some nasty surprises," Higashi glowered. Obviously she was not in the mood to be ticked off...not any more than she already was anyway.
"Fine, fine. So when do I swoop in?" he asked, his interest obviously placed in this matter more than anything.
"Well, our original plan was to wait until after the Talent Search, but with all the attention the Prince is giving her, I'd not be surprised if they were together by tomorrow. So you act soon, even now if you want. Flirt with her, toy with her, do whatever you want. Just wreck havoc until the show," Higashi's orders were concise and clear.
"Goody," was Okosu's enthusiastic reply as he eyed the retreating form of Suzuhara Misaki and her three friends. His first obstacle would be the Prince...but only if the Prince was around to be one, Okosu reasoned and his own plans began to formulate themselves in his head, wheels turning.
Higashi for her part, smirked. She had noted earlier that her counterpart in arms had a thing for the perky first year. And knowing he was too stubborn to be convinced not to like her at all, she used his interest to her advantage, applying it and working it into her schemes and plots, all carefully thought out and laid out. Idly she twirled a section of her dark hair around her right forefinger. When finally Okosu got Suzuhara's attention it would be Higashi's turn at a chance with the Prince. It would be or she'd presently eat her right shoe.
Mihara Oujirou, you're mine, Higashi smiled a secretive smile to herself.
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"How about this?" Hikaru threw another coordinated outfit over the dressing room door. She had, after some protesting from the opposite party, herded Misaki off on an impromptu shopping spree. If they were going to be in a talent search, they sure as hell were going to dress for the part.
Or so Hikaru said.
Misaki eyed the latest clothing arrival warily. Well...at least it wasn't polka dots like the last mistake Hikaru had thrown at her. No, it was a beautiful crimson silk coat that reached her ankles, long and attractively tailored to the body. The buttons only went down to the waist, which is, Misaki assumed, why Hikaru threw a pair of black leggings and leotard over next. Then a pair of black ankle boots were shoved underneath the door and Misaki heard an impatient sigh.
Hurrying, she donned the leotard, then the leggings over it and then buttoned the coat on, liking to her surprise, how the coat flared out slightly when she moved. It split out in an upside down V-shape where the buttons ended [at the waist] revealing all of her lower half, clad luckily in those same black leggings and black boots.
"Misaki?" Hikaru's voice rang questionably.
"Hai, hai, I'm coming," Misaki replied quickly and opened the door hastily. She poked her head out.
"Come on Misaki, I can't tell anything just by looking at your head," Hikaru coaxed her out gently and then a very, very pleased grin spread across her face. "I am a genius," she proclaimed proudly and grabbed Misaki's wrist softly, tugging the flustered girl over to the triple full length mirrors at the end of the dressing area hall. Misaki was further shocked to find she agreed with this combination and that Hikaru was in fact, a genius.
The tailored fit was perfect on her slender frame, accentuating her lean and petite figure. The black leggings contrasted perfectly with the vivid crimson of the coat and the simultaneously flamboyant and tasteful combo brought out Misaki's blue eyes inspiringly.
"You're gonna blow them away," Hikaru nudged a blushing Misaki gently with her elbow, playful as always but encouraging.
Misaki stared almost in disbelief at the figure in the mirror, the attractive figure that was undeniably her in that reflective surface.
She laughed not as nervously as before.
Blow them all away?
It seemed her reflection was winking at her.
Misaki blinked and shrugged, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
Maybe she would.
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OKAY, CHAPTER ELEVEN IS UP! WOOHOO! Review onegai?
Here's a glossary of minimal terms I might have used previously for all you who would like one [Japanese to English]
Onegai= Please
Arigato= Thank you
Kirei=Beautiful
Daijoubu?= How are you/ Are you alright...et cetera
Iie=No
Hai=Yes
Demo=But...
Gomen/ gomen nasai= Sorry/ I'm sorry
Itai=Ouch/ Ow
Ja/ Ja ne= Bye/ See you
Thankies again and please,
Review? ~_~ Yeah my stupid ego kicking in again. Gomen.
Sorry that was a shorter chapter but hope you liked it anyway. ^_^
Ja!
-Kaji Hikage
Suzuhara Misaki was at a loss.
They wanted her to do what?
"Sing Misaki-chan," Hikaru smiled at her, oblivious for the moment about her friend's intense discomfort at the mere thought of such a thing.
Words like: You're kidding, you're joking, there's no way you're being serious, flashed like lightning through Misaki's frazzled senses but none of them came out.
Instead...
"N-nani?" It seemed she was saying that an awful lot lately. Wizard shook his head as Hikaru continued to kindly but forcefully persuade a clearly reluctant Misaki, feeling a great deal of sympathy and pity for his surrogate little sister. Somehow Hikaru had suckered them all into this...thing. Wizard was just happy it wasn't him who had to sing.
"You know you can do it Misaki-chan," Hikaru prodded cheerfully.
"Iie..." Misaki shook her head fast. No way. There was no way in the name of all her love of...of...ice cream that she would do it. No way...now way...
"Please?" Hikaru had this all planned out, brining out her secret weapon: puppy eyes. Her lovely crimson eyes watered ever so slightly and she got down slowly on her knees, hands clasped in front of her like she was at the bloody synagogue or something. Misaki sputtered.
"H-Hikaru-chan, I can't! I m-m-mean..." Misaki's voice faltered.
There was an imminent pause.
And then:
"What do you want me to sing?" Misaki could've whacked herself upside the head. Wasn't that exactly what she'd told herself so obstinately only seconds ago she would not under any circumstances, do?
It was.
Hikaru's eyes dried immediately and gave a sparkling smile that Misaki had a sudden faint idea had been hiding skillfully underneath the girl's precious frown the whole time. Wizard's blue eyes danced with amusement he'd never, ever vocalize as he watched the antics of Hikaru and the reactions of Misaki which, at length, varied between absurdly melodramatic to admirably discreet, all in matters of seconds.
He supposed that was apart of the chemistry Misaki had with most people who met her. She made them act open, completely, not only because they were unthreatened by her kind demeanor and disposition but because they knew she was more than tolerant.
Suzuhara Misaki accepted them.
In every way she accepted them.
And she was very agreeable usually. That was apart of her personality, flawed as it was in Wizard's opinion. It was that exact kind of personality he did not have and was, for the moment, thankful. Otherwise he might be the one singing. He suppressed a shudder at the very thought.
"...and then the lights will go up, the curtain will rise and we'll all be up there, on stage right there with you!" Hikaru finished giving Misaki the super-duper condensed five-minute run-down on a "vague" idea of what they'd be doing, her words of course. Hikaru wanted to leave all their options open.
"I don't know..."Misaki floundered for an escape route.
"Don't worry Misaki-chan. Everything will be alright," a familiar voice sounded from behind her and Misaki turned around to find herself nose to nose with a certain Prince of Angelic. The only Prince of Angelic for that matter.
"O-Oujirou!" she squeaked. This day was just full of mini-surprises and Misaki had a feeling she might end up in a high sea of confusion by the end of it all...and it wasn't even over yet.
"Daijoubu Misaki?" he questioned amicably, his smile fully reaching his wonderful blue eyes, the eyes so many girls fell into and never were able to resurface from again. The same eyes that were only for Suzuhara Misaki, much to those same girls' discouragement. It was clear by now that Mihara Oujirou and her were something of an item. Something. Misaki was not quite as comfortable, nor sure of herself though and that left room for interpretation because as far as anyone could see on the outside, it was Oujirou doing all the advancing, minimal as it might seem and gradual as it might seem.
Personally, he didn't mind. If slow was the way he could reach Misaki, slow was perfect for Oujirou. As long as she was somewhere near him, as long as he could reach out for her, he was content just with that for the moment.
"I'm fine Oujirou, arigato," Misaki replied warmly, her expression embodying the word 'kind' in every possible manifestation.
"Hai and she's fine with singing for the Talent Search too!" Hikaru quite veritably crowed with triumph and Oujirou chuckled. The red-haired beauty had been plotting for a while now on how to get Misaki into it. Apparently, according to her words, she had succeeded. Said red-haired beauty paused and added with a grin, "And she's going to dance too!"
Misaki blanched. Excuse me, she thought, her mind choppy at best.
Hikaru laughed lightly at the stricken look on Misaki's face when she told the younger girl that she would also have to dance. That was definitely the kicker. But Misaki would in the end, yield and that was something Hikaru would hug her and tease her and love her about in time to come. She would do anything for her friends, Hikaru realized; that was just the kind of person Misaki was.
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Higashi stood to one side, watching the foursome with discreet interest. Okosu stood to her left, looking imminently bored out of his mind. And he was. Except for one thing.
Or rather, one someone.
Suzuhara Misaki. Her name even smiled. Even if Higashi couldn't see what had people entranced around the little first year, Okosu could. The first year had an aura of safety and compassion about her that was undeniably tempting and desirable in a person. People by nature sought kindness and Misaki was the walking, talking personification if it. So they flocked.
He had other things in mind though. Misaki, for all her first year stature, was not homely in the least. In fact, she was rather infectiously adorable, bright blue eyes, chestnut hair, fair skin and a petite frame that suited well the school uniform. In contrast, Okosu noted that unlike Higashi who though tempestuously mature and developed could not hold the same attention Misaki could, Misaki did not even try to get the attention she did. And that was perhaps just one of the many things that intrigued Mirashi Okosu about her.
The way things were planned between him and Higashi right now, well, it seemed he'd be getting what he was after eventually and so, even though Okosu did not wholeheartedly agree with the grand schemer's plans, he decided to be compliant for now.
Higashi motioned him over with her hand. He neared her, leaning closer to her so she could whisper.
"So they're in. It'll be easy enough to show them up. Look at them. Honestly, the Prince must be under the same spell the school Wizard is under. They're acting so...so..." Higashi struggled with her words in her aggravation. Okosu shrugged nonchalantly.
"Normal?" he suggested and Higashi nodded furtively.
"They're still immaculate in appearance and their behavior is still amazing but they act with a certain different manner that I suspect is all her fault," Higashi spat, throwing a terse but pointed glare in Misaki's direction. Higashi referred to the change from the perfect Wizard and Prince's conservatively cool and suave behavior to those of school Casanovas, excepting that they were only Casanovas with their respective objects of affection.
"What does it matter? You only want to throw Ms. First Year down the ladder a few rungs. Don't get your skirts in a twist," Okosu drawled and ran his smooth fingers absently through his blond hair.
"Watch your mouth Mirashi or you'll get some nasty surprises," Higashi glowered. Obviously she was not in the mood to be ticked off...not any more than she already was anyway.
"Fine, fine. So when do I swoop in?" he asked, his interest obviously placed in this matter more than anything.
"Well, our original plan was to wait until after the Talent Search, but with all the attention the Prince is giving her, I'd not be surprised if they were together by tomorrow. So you act soon, even now if you want. Flirt with her, toy with her, do whatever you want. Just wreck havoc until the show," Higashi's orders were concise and clear.
"Goody," was Okosu's enthusiastic reply as he eyed the retreating form of Suzuhara Misaki and her three friends. His first obstacle would be the Prince...but only if the Prince was around to be one, Okosu reasoned and his own plans began to formulate themselves in his head, wheels turning.
Higashi for her part, smirked. She had noted earlier that her counterpart in arms had a thing for the perky first year. And knowing he was too stubborn to be convinced not to like her at all, she used his interest to her advantage, applying it and working it into her schemes and plots, all carefully thought out and laid out. Idly she twirled a section of her dark hair around her right forefinger. When finally Okosu got Suzuhara's attention it would be Higashi's turn at a chance with the Prince. It would be or she'd presently eat her right shoe.
Mihara Oujirou, you're mine, Higashi smiled a secretive smile to herself.
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"How about this?" Hikaru threw another coordinated outfit over the dressing room door. She had, after some protesting from the opposite party, herded Misaki off on an impromptu shopping spree. If they were going to be in a talent search, they sure as hell were going to dress for the part.
Or so Hikaru said.
Misaki eyed the latest clothing arrival warily. Well...at least it wasn't polka dots like the last mistake Hikaru had thrown at her. No, it was a beautiful crimson silk coat that reached her ankles, long and attractively tailored to the body. The buttons only went down to the waist, which is, Misaki assumed, why Hikaru threw a pair of black leggings and leotard over next. Then a pair of black ankle boots were shoved underneath the door and Misaki heard an impatient sigh.
Hurrying, she donned the leotard, then the leggings over it and then buttoned the coat on, liking to her surprise, how the coat flared out slightly when she moved. It split out in an upside down V-shape where the buttons ended [at the waist] revealing all of her lower half, clad luckily in those same black leggings and black boots.
"Misaki?" Hikaru's voice rang questionably.
"Hai, hai, I'm coming," Misaki replied quickly and opened the door hastily. She poked her head out.
"Come on Misaki, I can't tell anything just by looking at your head," Hikaru coaxed her out gently and then a very, very pleased grin spread across her face. "I am a genius," she proclaimed proudly and grabbed Misaki's wrist softly, tugging the flustered girl over to the triple full length mirrors at the end of the dressing area hall. Misaki was further shocked to find she agreed with this combination and that Hikaru was in fact, a genius.
The tailored fit was perfect on her slender frame, accentuating her lean and petite figure. The black leggings contrasted perfectly with the vivid crimson of the coat and the simultaneously flamboyant and tasteful combo brought out Misaki's blue eyes inspiringly.
"You're gonna blow them away," Hikaru nudged a blushing Misaki gently with her elbow, playful as always but encouraging.
Misaki stared almost in disbelief at the figure in the mirror, the attractive figure that was undeniably her in that reflective surface.
She laughed not as nervously as before.
Blow them all away?
It seemed her reflection was winking at her.
Misaki blinked and shrugged, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
Maybe she would.
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OKAY, CHAPTER ELEVEN IS UP! WOOHOO! Review onegai?
Here's a glossary of minimal terms I might have used previously for all you who would like one [Japanese to English]
Onegai= Please
Arigato= Thank you
Kirei=Beautiful
Daijoubu?= How are you/ Are you alright...et cetera
Iie=No
Hai=Yes
Demo=But...
Gomen/ gomen nasai= Sorry/ I'm sorry
Itai=Ouch/ Ow
Ja/ Ja ne= Bye/ See you
Thankies again and please,
Review? ~_~ Yeah my stupid ego kicking in again. Gomen.
Sorry that was a shorter chapter but hope you liked it anyway. ^_^
Ja!
-Kaji Hikage