3/7/10
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ONIICHAN TO ISSHO, ITS CHARACTERS, ITS LOGOS, ITS CONCEPT NOR ITS IDEAS. THEY BELONG TO HARI TOKEINO. THANK YOU.
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Sakura sat up in bed, sweat trickling down her face. Blushing madly, as she remembered why she was in the bed, she swung her legs over and stood, dropping her head down. She shuffled her feet over towards the bathroom where she filled the basin of the white sink with cold water and splashed her face. Shuddering, she placed her hands on the counter and looked up. Water slid down her face and over her chin, dripping back into the sink. She sighed heavily. It didn't matter if she confessed to herself about love, she would still be shy about it.
Shaking her head of soft locks, she grabbed the green cotton towel from the silver towel rack on the wall and wiped off her face. She wanted to just go back to bed and forget all about this horrible fainting thing. Placing the towel back along the rack, she slid the door open and stepped back into her bedroom. As her feet touched the cool bamboo wood, she noticed something odd about it. A subtle little thing that seemed off to her .. She quietly sniffed the air. Smoke? Not just any kind of smoke. Cigarette smoke. She turned her head towards the door to see the grey film floating in. Sakura crossed the room towards the door where she saw her older brother standing there in his "regular" clothes (which consisted of a cotton yukata that was too short for him and black tabi), leaning against the door frame.
A cigarette in his hand, he looked up at her. He didn't smile or anything. He lifted the cigarette to his mouth, puffing on it before standing up straight.
"Sakurachan."
"Masashi."
They stood in silence, staring at each other. Sakura turned her face down, her cheeks burning red hot. Her hands balled into fists as she stared at her socks. "M-Masashi, are you taking me to school?"
"Yes."
"G-Good."
"Why is that good?"
"B-Because then we can talk."
" ... all right."
Next came the sounds of him exhaling smoke and then the soft padding of his socks on the ground. She turned her head up to see him walk away, his hair trailing loosely along his shoulders. Inhaling deeply, she collapsed to her knees, closing her eyes. She exhaled sharply, her face warm. Gently touching the bridge of her nose she realized that she could feel the heat even from there. That made her upset. She had always been shy, always blushing. But she didn't want to. Not around her brothers. Not around her friends. And especially not around Masashi. But it was something that she was cursed with.
Standing up, she made her way out of her room and towards the living room. Walking over to the cabinet, she opened the doors to see the two pictures framed neatly. She lit the incense and kneeled down, bending her head over. She prayed for her Mother and her Step-Father. Once finished, she blew out the stick and turned to the picture of the smiling woman. She also smiled, reaching out and lightly touching the woman's face. She missed her, even if she didn't remember her. Fumiko. ...
Masashi's first love.
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Sakura pulled herself out of the car, her eyes wide, her face pale. Her white skin seemed even whiter, like that of snow or milk, as she trudged away from the car, dragging her bag along side her on the ground. Masashi jumped from the car, his shawl covering his head and wrapped around his neck.
"Oh, yoo-hoo! Sakura! Didn't you forget something!?" His voice seemed like a woman's. Like a mother's. The girl turned and shook her head. Masa's face fell, "A-A .. A kiss!"
Sakura's pale face turned bright red in milliseconds. "N-No!" she shouted, turning around. She threw her bag over her shoulder and took off in a run towards the school, dirt splaying up from her shoes. Masashi watched after her, reaching out towards the girl that was no longer there.
"Eh? S-Sakura?!"
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Glaring at the wall and trying to hide her blush, Sakura slumped down in her chair, her bookbag on her desk. Noticing this, someone came bounding over, her blonde pigtails swinging wildly. She hopped next to the girl, leaning over.
"Well? Anything interesting happen today, Sakura?"
"No, Nakachan," came the hurried reply.
"Oooh, that means it did!" The blonde giggled, placing her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes. A blush stained her cheeks. Not because she was shy or embarrassed, but because she figured something private had happened. And she hoped so. Tanaka pushed Sakura's bookbag to the side and sat atop her desk, turning to look at her friend. "Tell Doc Naka all that happened, poor baby."
Sakura's face heated up even more. Doc? As in doctor? As in nurses? Images of her beautiful brother flashed through her mind. The girl stood suddenly, pushing herself away from the desk. "Nothing happened! Jeez! Why don't you believe me?" Embarrassed, the girl stalked over to the windows. She stood in angry silence, staring out.
"Wh-What's the matter with Sakurachan?" came a soft voice. Tanaka looked over. Her mischievous smile fell and was replaced by a familiar one. One that expressed how irritated she was.
"Why do you care, Suzuki?"
"B-Because she's my friend, Tanaka."
"Oh, really?" she snickered, "how good of friends?"
The boy's pale face heated up. He stepped back, "N-Not good friends at all!" His protest, which echoed in the room, was loud enough to confirm to the man hiding outside beyond the bushes that Suzuki was, indeed, trying to put the moves on poor Sakura. Peeking up towards the second floor where the windows were open, Masashi moved his shades from his eyes and down his nose. He would kill that boy. Glaring and muttering, he made quite a spectacle. People passed by, murmuring and staring at him. Some even walked in the street to avoid the crouching spy.
Suddenly he jumped up, letting out a quiet yelp. Turning around he came face-to-face with the glare of the younger man. Masashi blushed, letting out a sheepish chuckle. He pulled his fur shawl over his shoulders and his white scarf over his head of blond hair, sliding the sunglasses back on.
"What are you doing here, Creep?" demanded the voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Masashi said in a fakey woman's voice, "You must have the wrong person."
"I saw you! Don't be stupid! Idiot."
"O-Oh! Calling a woman an idiot! How dare you!" Masashi leaned over and picked up his brown leather purse, swinging it around to hit the boy whom ducked. "I-I'll have you arrested for harassment!"
"I'll have you arrested for stalking, you fairy!" Tsuyoshi grabbed the purse and yanked it from Masashi whom let out a shriek. People looked at them, murmuring to themselves.
One of the couples muttered, "He's harassing that poor lady .. we should do something ... "
Tsuyoshi blushed and glared. He was no lady. He was a creep. "Get out of here, Queen!" Swinging the purse at Masa, he kicked his leg up and narrowly missed the man's face. The blond squealed, grabbing his purse and turned, running off. Tsuyoshi ran after him, shaking his fist and screaming curses.
From the second floor, the girl stared out, horrified. Her eyes were wide again. She watched as the two ran down the sidewalk, one of them crying and holding his arms close to his body, running in heels and swinging his purse. The other was following, swearing like he was at home, throwing punches at his brother. Sakura heard the sudden click of the classroom door opening. The chattering subsided and there came the sound of all the chairs being moved as the students took their places. Sakura turned quickly as she closed the window, rushing to her seat and sitting down before the teacher stepped in.
The tall man looked familiar, with his school-issue suit, short black hair and shiny rimless glasses. It seemed almost like ... Takashi.
Just her luck.
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A/N: In Japan, instead of the students going to the classes, the teachers go to the classrooms. So you have a homeroom teacher, but you don't leave the classroom except for lunch (unless you bring your lunch). E.g. in Azumanga Daioh when Yukari first goes into the classroom and announces herself, they say she's in the wrong classroom, so she leaves. Then later in the mangas, when Kimura Sensei is in the classroom, it's still their homeroom. Poor Kaorin.