Lilies for the Hopeless Romantics
One
"You don't understand!" a very frustrated Santa held out three records with pictures of pink and green robots on each cover. "I had to do it!"
Now Santa was a very peculiar guy. He was peculiar, in the sense that music records were much more important than the dignity of his best friend. You see, Kanata's wide-eyed 'buddy' just found out through his ever-reliant sources that Miyu Kozuki's father had the one and only copy that was left to complete his Pink and Green Roboto record series.
Desperation can do a lot of things to people; even peculiar ones like Santa. And seeing that Kanata was the only person he could think of that was once close to the blonde girl, he gave into to the tempting act of resorting to desperation.
"So you had to put a flower in Mi…" he stopped for a while, seeing the current female person that was the topic of their conversation, or more appropriately, argument.
Said girl readjusted her glasses, feet stomping loudly on the wooden floor of their classroom. "You jerk!"
Kanata looked at her in a befuddled fashion. It was not until he noticed the crushed Stargazer lily in her hand that he hit his forehead with his palm in pure comprehension. Santa blinked twice in his usual comical manner before sprinting towards the fuming metal-mouthed girl.
"Miyu-chan!" he put his arm around her bony shoulders, waving his music CD's in one hand.
"Hey!" she shoved him off, which was already quite expected of her to do. She wasn't exactly fond of Santa, even when Kanata and she were still friends. "Don't get chummy with me, buster!" Miyu raked her long bangs back in absolute exasperation, attention now focused entirely on Kanata Saiyonji.
"You jerk!" and while it was completely unnecessary to repeat that statement, she did anyway. Besides, she couldn't speak many insults since her gums were hurting from the recent tightening of her mouth braces.
The class president, as a sort of reply, sighed loudly. "What did I do now?"
"You," she pointed a finger at him menacingly, "better take this back!" she held up the ruined lily to his face.
He appeared to ponder about this for a while, ignoring his male comrade's insistent prodding at him. He rested his gaze on Miyu, an amused smirk on his face. "Are you giving me a flower?"
Her features contorted into something akin to a scrunched up tomato. "What does it look like to you, you doofus?!"
"I'm hardly a doofus." He looked away from her face. "…Especially when compared to you."
Now that was the last straw. Miyu was only second to him in the whole class, and it infuriated her that despite all her efforts to beat his ass off academically (she obviously can't beat his ass off literally in the physical manner), he still reigned at the top.
"You jerk!"
"Please say something else aside from 'you jerk.' I think that you're capable of at least doing that." He calmly walked towards his seat, hands stuffed in pockets. While other people may think that he was quite mean to Miyu Kozuki, it was a tendency of his to tease her like that. They were friends once, and, as the saying goes, old habits die hard.
Miyu breathed in and out heavily, her chest heaving up and down in the process. She stomped towards the window closest to her.
And then, she opened her painfully metal-filled mouth to scream.
"Whoa…" Santa, who was standing rather amusedly near Kanata, widened his eyes even more. "She sounds like Motoko Ona when she yells like that."
The amber-eyed boy looked up at his best buddy. "Who's Motoko Ona?" he raised his voice a bit since Miyu was still shouting.
"How could you not know her?!" amazingly, Santa pulled out a music record that couldn't have possibly fit in his pockets. Its cover had a stout lady with brown hair and a bra that looked like cones. "Motoko Ona is one of the best opera singers of all time!" after seeing that Kanata held no response to his recent statement, his arms lay limp on his sides. "You haven't heard of 'Lucky Money' or 'Swans in Eden'?" his friend shook his head no.
But before Santa could elaborate more on his cone-bra clad idol, Miyu pounded her fists on Saiyonji's desk, huge tick mark on the side of her head and all.
"You jer…" she stopped. "Kanata Saiyonji!" she threw the ruined pink flower in front of him. "If this is another one of your plans to make fun of me, then it totally worked!" she crossed her arms against her chest. "See? Ha, ha. You got your laughs, now bug off!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" he abruptly stood up from his seat. And, as you can already tell, he was angry… real angry.
"How could you even give me this thing?! I already have suffered enough humiliation with my appearance and your stupid fan club's constant harassing, don't you think?!"
He glared at Santa then averted his concentration back to Kozuki. "I didn't give you that! What makes you think I would even consider giving you one?"
"Because you love it when you make me look like a fool!" A look of surprise slowly found its way on her face. "Wait, you didn't give me the flower?"
"That's what I said."
"Then who did?"
"My ingenious friend named Santa."
Her brilliant green orbs looked at an already cowering Santa. "What?!"
"I'm sorry, Kozuki-san!" the large-eyed boy kneeled before the spectacled girl, hands clasped together as if in prayer. "It couldn't be helped!"
She raised a bushy eyebrow "Don't even THINK of doing something like that EVER AGAIN!" she snarled out, showcasing her shiny braces before walking away towards the exit.
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Miyu scratched her head in a frustrated fashion.
If you think that she was the pure image of awkwardness at school, then you should see her at her house.
Her home clothes consist of a large maroon sweat shirt with a huge yellow stain on it; her shorts were modeled to look like Hawaiian print gone wrong; and her slippers were gotten from one of those fancy airplanes she rode on whenever she was forced to travel with her parents (she hates going out of her house, what more if out of the country?).
Her thin, pale, lanky, wimpy, (insert adjective here) body hunched over as she recounted the events of the day. Aside from being the butt of the joke in one of Santa's ploys to get her dad's CD again (he had been doing various pathetic attempts to convince her to persuade her dad into giving it to him for the last two weeks), everything was pretty much the same.
Kanata fan club pisses her off, first three subjects, break time, Kanata fan club demands her to tell them more about their object of affection since they knew that she and he were once close friends, lunch break, Kanata fan club looms over her, Math, English, then dismissal.
It would be considered normal to her already, but this was not the 'normal' that she wanted.
She squeezed her eyes shut after catching a glimpse of her reflection on her closet mirror at her far right side.
You see, by 'normal' she would mean a much more quiet life. No fan club to bother her all the time and… well, she wanted to be the girl nobody at school would notice. And being the former friend of the dazzling Saiyonji boy, it would be next to impossible to achieve that.
A loud sigh emanated from her swollen lips.
Kanata Saiyonji was, by far, the only friend she ever had before she met Aya and Nanami. But that was until he started to undergo puberty and become the drool-worthy lad he is now. Miyu was still the same geeky kid she was ever since she could remember, and being in two very different words with the more-than-necessarily popular Kanata, it was inevitable that they would drift apart.
She tapped her black mechanical pencil against her equation-filled notebook. It was hard for her to concentrate, partly because her mouth was aching very much and mostly because she felt sort of sad.
Even if she wouldn't admit it, she kind of hoped that it was really the handsome Saiyonji who gave her the stargazer. "Lily… huh?" it was her favorite flower.
She started to wonder if he remembered that fact.
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"You didn't have to do that, you know." Amber eyes cast out a menacing glare at Santa Kurosu who just shrugged in return.
"Didn't have to do what?"
"Look, I know you want that CD…"
"Of course I do! I want it more than anything else in the world!"
"…but you didn't have to drag me into that obsession of yours."
Santa looked at his pal incredulously. "I was desperate!" he paused for a while. "And I still am! Look, buddy…"
Kanata rolled his eyes at the statement.
"…I didn't know what else to do! I tried everything I could to get that record, but Kozuki-san just refuses to even give me half a chance to have that!" he took his handsome friend's shoulders with both hands then shook them fervently. "You have got to help me!"
Kanata pulled Santa's hands away from him with great difficulty. "Fine, alright already!" he huffed. "As long as you don't do anything stupid like that again, you heard me?"
The wide-eyed boy nodded eagerly in return. "Buddy!" he tried hugging the very much annoyed Kanata Saiyonji, but failed miserably.
And so the quest to get the Pink and Green Roboto copy from Miyu Kozuki began.
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