little talk
ganguro type of a Japanese trendy girl, a very tan girl with bleached hair, and light-colored make-up.
Summary: Hao is the rooster. Tamao is the lamb. Her parents have her transfer to another school because of the troubles she has at school. Now alone, and somewhat stranded, she tries to make a new life with the chance her parents have given her. HaoTamao
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King. But I made up a few names/characters…
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An excerpt from the previous chapter…
She looked up to she Meiko's beautiful eyes viciously scanning the piece of paper. The same pair of beautiful eyes glanced at Tamao, and came a sudden blow.
"You whore! You're trying to take Kazuya away from Risa!" Meiko struck Tamao with her other hand that held the letter. The girl dropped the letter on the floor, and purposefully stomped on it.
Foul words coming from such a pretty face.
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The Cocky Rooster and the Sheepish Lamb
Chapter 3
Her hand reached up to touch her cheek. She winced. The bruise on her cheek that was healed a few days ago, now swelled more than ever. Her eyes were just as pink as her hair. Countless tears dropped onto the floor while she sat on the toilet seat. The stall wasn't at all very sanitary, and likewise her skirt now wouldn't be either. But it doesn't matter now that she isn't going to wear the uniform anymore.
He saw me.
He saw me.
"Tamao?"
What is it?
"Tamao, I know you're in there. Where did you go after lunch?"
A gentle banging came from the other side of the stall.
"Unlock it…please?" Her friend begged.
Tamao unlocked the door to find her best friend standing in front of her.
"Tamao…you're such a mess." Riki sighed, "But you're so lucky that you can skip class, and not have to worry about anything. I mean, look at this!" Riki held up her pregnant book bag.
"Riki?"
"Hn?" She took out a handkerchief, and rinsed it in the sink.
"Kazuya-kun told me something." Tamao stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"Uh-huh, what is it?" Riki folded her handkerchief in half so that it was in the shape of a rectangle, "Here, keep this on your eyes so you won't look so bloodshot."
"Well, he didn't really say it," Tamao continued on, "He wrote me a letter saying that he…he liked me."
"Baka!" The bathroom echoed with her voice, "What a jerk! Who does he think he is!"
"Huh?"
"Ha! Tells you he likes you right before you leave. What's he trying to do? Torture you? Don't listen to him, he already has a girlfriend, anyway."
"But--"
"Hey Tamao," Riku took the handkerchief off of Tamao's eyes, and rinsed it in water again, "Don't you remember, all the way back in…what was it? Seventh grade?"
"Um…I think it was ninth grade." Tamao blew her nose using the paper towels from the dispenser.
"Yeah. Ninth grade, duh." Riki poked herself on the head with her index finger, "Okay, I remember now. We were kind of hanging out after school."
"It was raining that day, and you didn't bring an umbrella." Tamao segued the reminiscence.
"I didn't know it was going to rain."
"It's okay." She blew her nose again.
"I think you had an umbrella, didn't you?"
"Well, it wasn't big enough for the two of us."
"You know, back then, I'd never have thought you'd have the guts to confess to Kazuya that you liked him. And now, he has the nerve to even…that jerk." Tamao closed her eyes while Riki placed the folded piece of cloth back on her eye lids. The coolness absorbed the heat that radiated from her face.
"Hey, Tamao?"
"Yeah?"
"I really hope your new school is a lot nicer to you."
"Huh?"
"Okay, so maybe all this harassment doesn't bother you anymore; since it happens so often, everything in your life seems normal to you. And what if there's somebody like Keiko at your new school?"
Tamao took off the handkerchief, and gently rinsed it. "I'll just avoid her, or whoever." Her friend watched in disbelief when she saw Tamao's cheerful smile.
"Well, good luck." Riki creased her eyebrows.
"Best friends forever, right?"
"Just make sure you come back here on the holidays. Don't stay locked up in some stuck up private school, or you'll turn into a ghost." Riki shivered.
Tamao just smiled at the comments her friend made.
"C'mon, let's go home. My mom gets angry when I don't come home on time." Riki took Tamao by the hand, and dragged her off to the lockers. Riki went past her own locker, seeing that all of her homework is already in her stuffed book bag. Tamao reached her locker what was left in it, her bento. Apparently, her letter has gone missing.
The two left the school gates, and walked in silence together. Time seemed to pass slowly. Tamao stood at the corner, and watched her friend scribble something down on a piece of paper.
"Keep in touch, okay?" Riki handed the piece of paper of which contained her home address.
"And why wouldn't I?"
"Because…no reason. I just want a letter for me in the mail!" She pouted, "The only mail I ever get are from schools, and universities! Nobody writes to me."
"Well, Riki, nobody really writes anymore. They communicate through email." Tamao laughed.
"Write to me about everything-- especially when you see a good-looking guy."
"Riki!" Tamao let out a sudden breath, exasperated.
"Aww, you know I'm just joking, right?" Riki held two thumbs up, "Send me pretty stationery, don't forget that." She wrapped her arms around Tamao, "Promise?"
"I promise to write, but I don't know if I'll be able to buy any fancy stationery…" Tamao returned the hug. She released her friend, and remained standing at the corner until Riki was out of sight.
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Sorry this short chapter took so long to type. I'm guessing that my next update will be in May…or June once school is out because this school semester will be very busy for me. L The positive thing is that the real story starts in the next chapter (or so I'm hoping). Hopefully, I'll be able to accelerate the pace once school is over for the year.