Old Fiat (nFr)
To my reviewers: Ooh! I love that! I'm going to use that… one of Hyotei likes her… me like, me like… :D. There should be some Taka/Yumiko here… maybe, if not then in the next chapitre. I'm sorry it's not as good as the first chapter; I shall try and improve Merissala. Thank you so much about what you said Yaelifivefour! It's very nice of you to say that. Please review more about anything!
To Ahotep: «cruel avec»? Oui? Ok, je comprends. Fuji en kilt… oui… (il a les jambes blanc… lol). De Kaido: oui, j'espère aussi. Mais, j'aime beaucoup a écrire quand il est miserable. Lol. :)
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Chapter Six:
'That was a great film, Shusuke-chan,' Kiyoko leaned on his arm. 'Cillian Murphy's a good actor.'
'Yeh, he's sexy.'
'So are you,' she smiled.
'Yes, I mean no! No, not really. But if you think so I'm very flattered coming from a gorgeous girl like yourself,' he returned her smile. He didn't really want to be on this date, he had enjoyed the film but was a bit worried about whether he liked her or not enough to want to continue this.
'And what do you think you're doing?'
Shusuke noticed the distinct voice. 'Hello Atobe-kun, what are you doing here?'
'Nothing but following MY girlfriend!' he looked annoyed. 'You!' he turned to her. 'What do you think you're doing, going out with Fuji? We're together remember? Imbecile, Fuji's gay and everyone knows it.'
'You're going out with Atobe?' Shusuke was surprised by this, but also angry with Atobe for calling him gay.
'I was 2 months ago!' she held up her pointer finger and thumb. 'I ditched you, remember?'
'And you should remember that I said that it wasn't in your power to ditch me,' he played with a piece of hair. 'Making you still mine.'
'What? That's ridiculous. I'm not going out with you Keigo, Shusuke is way hotter anyway,' she held onto Shusuke's arm and giggled.
'I told you! Fuji's gay, everyone knows it. He and Tezuka were… you know… at a sleepover…?' Atobe laughed. 'So you see he's not really an option. Obviously he's just dating you for reputation.'
'What?' she looked at Shusuke.
'He's a bloody liar,' Shusuke said, quietly. 'Don't listen to him.'
Atobe frowned. 'Come on, Kiyoko, you're coming with me.' He grabbed onto her arm and started to pull her with him. This was extremely painful for the poor girl though as Shusuke was holding on tight to the other hand.
'Where's Kabaji?' Shusuke had thought something was missing. Keigo Atobe would never have to drag a girl home with him… he could always have Kabaji do it!
'On a short holiday in Majorca,' Keigo pulled harder. 'Kiyoko don't be stupid!'
'Don't call me stupid! I don't like you, okay?'
Atobe let go. 'You're a liar too. Ha, well, I'll be waiting for you.' He winked and walked off.
'Sorry about that,' she looked down at her feet. 'He's a jerk… an egotistical jerk. Not like you.' She smiled.
'It's okay, I think he's kind of delusional too,' Shusuke chuckled to himself. 'Anyway, what do you say to a quick curry as Atobe took up so much of our time?'
'Sounds great to me!'
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This is not a date, thought Ryoma to himself. I hope she doesn't do anything stupid, like talk to me or something. God, she has sweaty hands… ew.
'Ryoma?' Sakuno said, shyly. 'What's your favourite kind of food?'
Oh great, it's started. 'Japanese,' he said. 'Why are you talking?'
'Because this is a date, isn't it?' she blushed. 'We're supposed to talk… I think.'
'You think wrong,' he rolled his eyes.
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'A girlfriend, eh?' Eiji laughed. 'Girls love me!'
'They do?' This seriously shocked Kaido.
'Yes of course, silly! What's not to love?'
'Er… well…'
'See, so finding a girlfriend will be a snap! See that girl over there?' He pointed to a girl who was carrying a lot of books. 'She's going to be my girlfriend!' Eiji ran over to her. 'Hello miss! May I help you with you're books?'
'Thank you, that would be very much appreciated,' she smiled.
'So,' said Eiji as he took some of her books. 'Do you play any sports?'
'No, not really, I play badminton as a hobby but that's about it,' she laughed. 'You're on the tennis team right?'
'Indeed,' he grinned broadly. 'Would you like to go on a date with me?'
'Erm,' this was rather sudden. 'Okay, where to?'
'I dunno, the popcorn, I mean, the cinema, or maybe we could play video games!'
'Sounds fun,' she pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. 'Here's my phone number, please call and we'll talk about it.'
'Okay!' Eiji took the paper, shoved it in his pocket, and helped her with her books.
'Damn,' said Kaido under his breath. 'Even Kikumaru-senpai can get a girl.'
'Meaning you can't?'
'Momo, what are you doing here?'
'Exactly what you're doing, hanging out,' Momo laughed. 'So you don't already have a girlfriend?'
Kaoru blushed.
'Ha-ha!' Momo laughed again. 'I had one before Captain's orders. An Tachibana, I doubt you can even come close to getting a girlfriend!'
He's right to doubt. 'You're stupid! Of course I can get a girlfriend!' What are you saying you idiot? You'll just get me into more trouble than I already am in! 'In fact, I have a date for tonight!'
'Really?' Momo was genuinely shocked. 'With whom?'
'Well, erm, this girl from this one sport I do other than tennis,' Kaido looked sideways.
'Which sport?'
'Dance.'
'Fruit.'
'Die, you wouldn't know her. She's much hotter than An. Anyway, An likes Kamio.'
'Do you even know what you're talking about?' Momo thought this was all very amusing as Kaido was obviously lying.
'Of course I do.'
'Where's your date going to be?' now this will be funny.
'At… Kawamura Sushi.'
'Good location, so's mine. See you there tonight!' Momo jogged off laughing.
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After Shusuke dropped Kiyoko off at her house he walked slowly home.
Keigo Atobe is insane, he thought. He must be losing it without Kabaji around to help him out. Shusuke stopped as a small brown cat walked in front of him. But I had no idea that that rumour had spread so far and gotten so mutilated. That's bad, I should text Tezuka about it. He pulled out his mobile as he continued walking.
–Kunimitsu's computer–
foxyeurochick: hey kuni!
Tennisboy007: Linda! How r u doing?
Foxyeurochick: fine, cant w8 2 c u! onli 1 mo.!
Tennisboy007: I kno! Whos place r u staying ?
Foxyeurochick: atobe… lol
Tennisboy007: ur jk right?
Foxyeurochick: no, but don't worry, he don lik me!
Tennisboy007: he better not 'lick' u, lol
Fashion4life: kuni! That stupid rumour that eiji & momo spread has gotten to hyotei!
Tennisboy007: what?
Foxyeurochick: kuni?
Tennisboy007: what should we do?
Fashion4life: I dunno, I just got back frm me date, talk 2 u l8r by telly! –shushu
Foxyeurochick: who the hell is shushu?
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Shusuke was nearly home by now. He could see Yumiko's car parked in the garage. Good, he thought. She's home. I'll ask her about her date with Taka.
'Yumiko!' said Shusuke, when he entered the house. 'Where's Yumiko?' he said to the butler.
'Miss Yumiko is in the lounge young master,' Sinclair bowed. 'Shall I take your coat?'
'Yes, you may,' Shusuke handed him his coat and hat then ran into the lounge. 'Yumik-…o?' he stopped. Something hideous and repugnant met his eyes (and his eyes didn't enjoy the acquaintance… jk)… Taka and Yumiko were sitting on the couch kissing. 'Don't kiss my sister!' He ran over, pulled them apart and started kicking Taka repeatedly in the shins.
'I'm sorry!' said Taka, flustered.
'Bugger off Shushu! Tezuka's called twice for you! Leave us alone!' she kicked his shins.
'Don't you dare touch my sister!' yelled Shusuke as he ran out of the room. He couldn't believe Taka would betray him like this! Making out with his sister… I'll kill him. He thought, angrily.
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Old Fiat (nFr),
Okay… so I didn't pair up Kaoru yet… actually I made him more miserable… I'm sorry! I just like making him suffer! Lol. But really, I'm not joking.
I'm sorry this chapter is so long… and nothing really happens. I didn't get to write any yesterday because I had to go trout fishing. I caught two! It was kind of fun but I got burned, lol. Anyway, please review, I want to know what you thought about the chapter (I love when people reference specific bits) and what you would like to happen in the next ones! Please do review!
-Old Fiat (nFr)