By little leprechaun, as asked by some, I would be referring to Sengoku. He always struck me as that, for odd and strange reasons as it may be. Anyhow, please enjoy this short chapter for which writer's block sort of had me in for.
Chapter Thirteen: Really Unlucky
"Hello!"
There was a fifteen-minute break before the next class began, and Fuji was deep into a short novel of hers when a pair of inquisitive blue-green eyes suddenly jolted her from her reading. The girl blinked a few times, genuinely surprised for a first time in a long time, before slowly lowering her book and closing it with a soft thud.
"Oh. Hi," Fuji replied, not really quite sure what to say to the orange-haired teen who had suddenly decided to pop up in front of her. Usually it was she who made the first move in everything, but some people just didn't have the patience, did they?
More blinking took place before Sengoku broke into a goofy grin and started looking at Fuji in a way that really made the girl feel awkward. Really, what was so interesting about her chest anyhow?
"Sengoku!" Muromachi sighed as he came over to haul his love-dazed friend away from the girl. "Do you have a crush on every girl in the whole wide world or something?"
"Yes," Sengoku answered, dead serious and without hesitation. Muromachi twitched. He for one sure didn't want to know what Sengoku's utopia would be. Turning back to Fuji, wearing the love-dazed face again, he said in an almost sighing manner, "What to have lunch with me? And then maybe we could go get coffee after school, and then-"
"Sengoku! Teacher!" Muromachi hissed as he pulled his friend back to his seat and quickly dashing to his own. Indeed, the teacher came in only seconds later.
Saved by the teacher, ne? Saa… that's unexpected.
Class proceeded without much more disturbance, save the one small note that was shot onto Fuji's desk. Do we even need to ask whom it was from?
Lunch on the rooftop.
Fuji suppressed a sigh as she pocketed the piece of paper. Well, it's not like she had better things to do, right?
Lunch was… interesting, but above all, a little weird. As it turned out, all of the Yamabuki players had gathered to have lunch on the rooftop, and that caused quite the havoc, especially when Sengoku showed up with a rather ticked off and very annoyed Akutsu Jin.
"So, you're really Tezuka's cousin and wife-to-be of Atobe?" Sengoku asked with intrigue, picking things off of just about everyone's lunch.
"Saa… I suppose," Fuji replied, smiling, though she did admit it was rather strange for the orange-haired boy to be eating some of her lunch, as well as bits of everyone else's.
And I thought Seigaku was so upbeat and random… Thoughts of her experiences at Hyoutei, St. Rudolph, and now Yamabuki flashed through her mind and Fuji couldn't help but sigh at the thought of all the mess. After all, they were still kids, right?
"Oi! What are you doing?" Kita demanded as Sengoku poked as his rice.
"But you make better lunches than I do," Sengoku protested as Kita quickly stowed away his lunch in a safe place.
"Well, it's not my fault you're incapable of cooking," Kita snorted. Fuji blink.
"You all make your own lunches?" she asked.
"It's a mandatory home economy project," Muromachi shrugged as he looked at his own lunch of badly burnt rice and some… other badly burnt stuff too burnt to distinguish. Oh, how delicious.
"But our coach thought it was good idea desu, so everyone in the tennis club now makes their own lunches desu, and the regulars have to eat together desu!" Dan informed. Fuji cringed. She would hate to see that happening at Seigaku. Inui would probably somehow find a way to switch their drinks with his newest edition of his prized Inui Juice.
"Then what about…" Fuji looked at Akutsu, who shot her a menacing glare.
"What are you looking at, huh?" Akutsu sneered. Sengoku took this chance to swipe a few things off of his lunch, which, surprisingly, looked pretty good and actually edible unlike so many of the other's. "It's not like I want to be here!"
"Yeah, Sengoku drags him up here quite often," Minami offered. "And if he doesn't, Dan does."
"Oh, I see," Fuji said pleasantly as Sengoku nicked some more things off of her lunch. Fuji just shook her head and gave up altogether as she placed the whole thing in front of the boy.
"Oh! Lucky! Thank you Fuji-kun!" Sengoku exclaimed as he down the whole thing in almost less than a second. Fuji smirked. He knew.
"No need. I'll do whatever I can for my older brother," Fuji replied sweetly.
Silence… then…
"Brother!" Minami demanded. "You have a sister!"
"What? No I-" Sengoku began only to be cut short by Dan.
"Wah! Sengoku-san! How come you never told us!"
"Me? I-"
"But then who are your real parents?" Kita mused.
"NO! My parents-"
"He's probably adopted," Akutsu snorted.
"I am NOT-"
"Wait, if Sengoku's her sister," Muromachi began, indicating to an innocent looking Fuji, "then that would mean his father would be Fuji Syusuke, and since Fujiko is going to marry Atobe, then that would mean you two are going to be brothers in law and…" Muromachi trailed off as the thought of Sengoku and Atobe walking down the street chatting like best friends. Muromachi shuddered. Now that was awkward, not to mention completely and totally irrelevant.
"That's NOT it! We are NOT related!" Sengoku whined, shaking his head violently.
"Oh, don't deny it," Fuji scolded jokingly, patting Sengoku on the back. "Is it so bad being related to me?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean… Why are you like that?" Sengoku pouted as he pointed to Fuji who just smiled like always. To the regulars, it seemed as if it were just a simple gesture for Fuji to stop teasing her 'brother', but to Fuji, she knew what he was asking, which was the same thing everyone's been asking: Why are you a girl!
"Whatever do you mean, my dearest brother?" Fuji said, words coated in poisonous honey. "Are you sad because we're technically only half siblings because your dad is Wakato Hiroshi who mother was with before she met father?"
"What? That doesn't make sense!" Higashimata exclaimed.
"He's right," Nitobe second. "It doesn't make sense, because then both your dads would have to have been zero or one or something!"
"But it does make sense desu!" Dan suddenly interrupted. "Because both of them do have orange hair that they obsess over desu! And Fujiko-san does look a lot like Fuji-san desu!"
"I do not obsess over my hair," Sengoku insisted. "It's natural!"
"How does any of that make sense!" Akutsu roared.
"Well, time wise it doesn't, but now that you brought it up, Dan, they DO share a lot of similar traits, Wakato and Sengoku, and Fujiko and Fuji," Muromachi pointed out.
"We are not related!" Sengoku said once again.
"Yeah, chronologically, it doesn't make sense…"
"But they DO have a lot of things in common."
"Maybe they're from the future or something."
"You mean Sengoku-san's actually and alien desu!"
"Possibly."
"Hey! I'm not an alien!"
"Now that I think about it, there's no way Sengoku's hair can be natural."
"It IS natural! And I'm not an alien!"
"He must be an alien!"
"I am NOT and alien!"
Fuji smiled a small sly smile to herself as she exited stage right.
"Hey! Wait!"
Fuji turned around, cocking her head slightly to the left in interest as she saw Sengoku rush after her. Here comes another person asking for an answer. Fuji shook her head. If she only knew herself…
"Hello, Sengoku," Fuji greeted politely like any person would have.
"Hello, Fuji," Sengoku returned, face in distress, brows arched, and lips in a slight unhappy frown. This was Fuji's first time seeing the normally happy-go-lucky and carefree boy in such a way, and She almost regretted having spun another false tale at lunch… almost.
"You're here to ask why I look like this and about everything else, right?" Fuji asked.
Sengoku slowly nodded. Fuji smiled as she fished around in her bag for that little vile. After a couple seconds of rummaging, she triumphantly held out the tube of glowing liquid to Sengoku. "Care to try?"
Sengoku's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out if it was poison, toxic, the thing that shall be the downfall of human beings, or all of the above. Then his eyes traveled to the small label on the vile, which read : Magical Inui Juice Remix Deluxe 3.8, Limited Edition Golden Version (then in very, very, very miniscule writing: featuring the Magical Chemical 3.8 which has been tested and proven to alter the twenty-third pair of human chromosomes, also known as a change in sex. Effects last for one week.) Sengoku gulped.
"Never mind…" he laughed nervously as another thought struck him. "Wait, are you really going to marry Atobe?"
"Saa… that would be strange, wouldn't it?" Fuji chortled bitterly. "Oh, by the way, I was wondering…"
"Hey, I can't see! Move your head!"
"Ow! You stepped on my foot! Again!"
"Sor- Hey! That was my ribs you elbowed!"
"Sorry! I can't see!"
"SHH! SHH! Shut up you guys!"
"What are they doing?"
"Having dinner, duh!"
"I know that!"
"Ow! Who keeps stepping on my foot?"
"I said I'm sorry!"
"Um, I don't think this is a good idea desu… The garbage can isn't really a good place to hide desu…"
"No one asked you!"
Meanwhile, in the restaurant…
"I feel so unlucky!" Sengoku whined as the waitress gave him a strange look before setting down their order.
"Oh, come on," Fuji sighed. "Just think of it as a nice dinner with a friend from whom you stole lunch from."
"Only it's a girl who's suppose to be my 'sister' when she is actually a he," Sengoku pointed out as Fuji shrugged.
"At least then no one will think we're on a date," she added brightly. Sengoku groaned.
"I'm so unlucky!"
At least now Sengoku never tried to pick off of other people's plates anymore.
Six days down, one more to go…
Yes, this took place on Wednesday, but if you count Friday, it'll be eight days and… I swear, it made sense before…