Disclaimer: Nothing lost. Nothing gained. I don't gain any money from making this fic', you don't sue me 'cause I have no money to lose to you P I own nothing, apart from my pc and games consoles, and a few books. All characters/settings are the property of various people, none of them me or anyone associated with me.
Credit goes to Crystal for reminding me about this in an e-mail and the website for Japanese female baby names. Constructive criticism is welcome. Pairing is decided but will be kept quiet.
If anyone were to look into the room, they would have seen a troubled looking teenager with a mop of messy blonde hair on his head, seemingly in deep thought.
"Midori…? She'd never leave me alone if I asked her…" the boy stated to himself "That Ayu from class C…? Ah yeah, she stopped following me around and found Junta".
Of course, if anyone looked in the room and realised he was so troubled about finding a date, they may have not believed it if they knew how many girls might have killed for the chance.
"I could ask Tomi, but she'd just ask about Yamato and his band the whole time… They're pretty well known now, I guess" he sighed, thinking of class E's resident Yamato fan. Takeru's monologue was soon interrupted however.
"Takeru, Wake up!" A fairly rushed sounding voice called "Breakfast's in the microwave!" shouted his mother.
Of course TV dinners might be useable as breakfasts, but are best left to later in the day when people are more equipped to digest cardboard-like food. Mrs Takaishi had not quite mastered this concept of cooking yet. With a typical teenagers appetite though, Takeru made his way to the dinner table and began his meal.
Meanwhile, somewhere not too far away…
'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!' a certain mauve haired girl thought to herself. Being left home alone can make people slightly introspective sometimes. 'Did I actually feel jealous…over T.K.? It's almost like he's destined to be with Kari, but…' Miyako shook her head, as if to clear it, and then started devouring an apple.
'I'm most likely just worried… I wonder why he hasn't gotten together with Kari yet. They seem so perfect for each other…' Feeling slightly unsatisfied with her own answer, Miyako discarded the remains of her breakfast and walked back into her room.
'…Just why did I tell him to do that then…? Maybe I should ask Mimi' the young holder of love and sincerity thought, as she booted up her PC and started to write.
Meanwhile, somewhere slightly further away…
Still shuddering at the memories of a certain soccer obsessed gogglehead attempting to kiss her, in the dark of the cinema, Kari's nightmare turned to a dream when a brave knight with messy blonde hair saved her and she saw fit to reward him with a kiss.
"Takeru…" She mumbled in her sleep. An older passing by soccer obsessed gogglehead made a note to file that under T for Tease Kari with at a later point. After all, Tai knew that waking up Kari could be dangerous, if he didn't have a better reason than Myotismon attempting to destroy the city.
Back after consumption of said cardboard-like TV dinner…
"Madoka…?" To say Takeru Takaishi had a linear way of thinking would have been accurate. There was a loud 'thump' noise as he hit his head off the table in resignation. 'I wish I'd never agreed to this whole 'prove I don't like Kari' thing with Miyako' he grumbled in his thoughts. Then he suddenly had his solution come to him. Takeru quickly ran to the front door of his apartment, noting that his mothers' shoes were already gone while he slid his on. Quickly grabbing his key he ran out the apartment, slamming the door behind him and decided to forgo the elevator in favour of the faster stairs.
Knocking on the correct apartment door, he waited until Miyako opened it.
"Hi, T.K." She looked slightly surprised. Takeru was often overly polite and phoned first, though she reminded him that he never had needed to.
"Hey, Miyako…" He trailed off for a moment before gaining his voice again "Would you go on a date with me?"
Apologies for the short chapter, I have a new respect for the authors that can write 10,000 word chapters and still make it flow well. Remember to leave feedback, comments, criticism if it's constructive especially. I haven't written in a long time so I can't remember a lot about how to write well.
And now an alternate ending as an extra;
Omake/Extras:
"Madoka…?" To say Takeru Takaishi had a linear way of thinking would have been accurate. There was a loud 'thump' noise as he hit his head off the table in resignation. 'I wish I'd never agreed to this whole 'prove I don't like Kari' thing with Miyako' he grumbled in his thoughts. Then he suddenly had his solution come to him. Takeru quickly ran to the front door of his apartment, noting that his mothers' shoes were already gone while he slid his on. Quickly grabbing his key he ran out the apartment, slamming the door behind him and decided to forgo the elevator in favour of the faster stairs.
Knocking on the correct apartment door, he waited till it opened slowly.
"Hi Takeru…?" the figure behind the door said.
"Hey Iori, Want to go on a date and grab some ice cream?" Takeru asked quickly. After all, Miyako never said the date had to be female and who can say no to ice cream?
I usually dislike omakes myself, but I just found the thought amusing. The story should continue with the original ending.