~Announcement~
Hey guys! Does it count as a collab since Dolphin just gives me main ideas and abandons this fanfic? I think not. So I'm going to change it to a NON-COLLAB, sadly. Dolphin seems like the one to first have an idea, then abandon it. NOT SAYING THAT'S BAD OR ANYTHING! But...That just makes me feel a bit bad, you know? Anyways, onto the story!
Disclaimer: We (now I) don't own TMM or else everyone would have a NORMAL NAME (i.e. Mint=Ayumi; Pudding=Mimi).
Warning: 5th Grade teasing methods in this fanfic. Leave now if you're not okay with "your mom" or "that's what she said" jokes, and possibly some minor cursing. No, not How to be Harry Potter for Beginners! I mean, like...crap...holy hell...what the hell...devil in hell...
"Introduce yourself then sit in the sit behind Sakatoshi. Sakatoshi, raise your hand." The Sakatoshi guy rose his hand, and waved it like a maniac.
"Hi! We're going to be the bestest of friends, new student!" Sakatoshi shouted across the class, smiling happily as the Kisshu Imposer sighed, most likely wanting peace and quiet. Don't tell me that he's one of the boys that no one notices, has at least one friend, and is VERY studious and anti-social? Oh gosh, I think we found ourselves a wallflower. I REPEAT, A WALLFLOWER!
"H-Hi. My name's...Erian. E-E-Erian Romio. I-I'm a foreign ex-exchange scholarship student. S-Sorry..." He shuffled his feet ALL THE WAY to the seat behind Sakatoshi, which was a seat across the girl behind me. I saw him glance at me weirdly, like in a Pedo-Bear way, but kinder and less pervy. I feel as though he's related to that green-haired alien somehow...
"Class, open up your books to page 304. Momomiya, you start reading the story." I quickly flipped through the pages, and the story we're reading is...Great. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. A story that describes every KishxIchi fanfic my friends read. Yay.
"PAGE 304, MOMOMIYA. PAGE 304." I started reading fluently in the Japanese, which as not surprising since my high school had Japanese classes. But then I saw the word "passionately," which I didn't know in Japanese since I took only beginner classes. I paused and read it out aloud fluently, to my surprise.
"You can pause there. Thank you, Momomiya. From what we've read so far, what is the standard message and setting? No, Takano, it's not the everyone should be loved, no matter what boundaries that they hold. I'm looking for something deeper, more meaningful, and not basic." No one raised their hands, since they had no fudging clue to what the teacher's talking about. But the new student that looks like Kisshu rose his hand, much to the class's dismay. I heard whispers and chuckles, mostly involving the Kisshu look-a-like, both negative and postive. But mostly negative.
"Oh my god! That alien guy rose his hand! No one raises their hands to one of THOSE questions!"
"Haha! Freaking Scholarship Smarty is raising his hand! Haha! Time to watch him fail!"
"Romeo the Alien rose his hand! Oh my god! I wish I had a recorder with me!" I turned around to see the girls snickering and whispering girl stuff, and boys laughing and insulting Romio. I almost let a giggle or two escape because of my immaturity, but I held it in. I felt someone tap my shoulder, and it was the girl behind me. She had brown hair, cut to a layered bob, and grey, kind eyes.
"Hey, hey, Ichigo-San! Do you think that Romio-San is cute? He seems so cool and studious!~" I sweatdropped at that comment, and smiled. Okay, what would Ichigo say in that situation? What would she do?
"Um...I don't know. Besides, I already like someone else!" She made a questioning face, then smiled.
"Ohh! You're right! I should ask Nekomi-Sempai! Sorry! I shouldn't ask you, since you're dating Masaya-San! Sorry!" She then returned to her sitting position, and proceeded to write a note to Nekomi-Sempai. Wait. Ichigo's dating Masaya, then...Ew! I shivered at the thought. How would I be able to kiss him if he wanted to?! I don't even like that Gary-Stu! Ew! Oh well, it seems as though Ichigo's a second-year, a year after all that happened. Maybe I can tell him the truth? I mean, he's been through crazy things, so he should be able to understand, right?
"Settle down, class! Let Erian speak!" The class settled, and Romio stood up.
"The setting is supposed in a fantasized world, but has some hints of reality at the time. Warring families, like the yakuza bloodlines, can be translated into a message not everyone sees because it was overthought. The setting could be metaphorically said in a relatable way or storyline way, therefor everyone oversees it. But there's another way: the way Shakespeare probably saw his work, and the way what loners saw it. But before that, the message needs to be deciphered, since the message plays a big key in the setting. The message is-" The teacher clapped her hands, which probably meant for him to shut up. I thought he was repeating what he said over and over again, but he added something new each time.
"That's enough, Erian. You can explain more when I assign the essay. Class, you need to do what I asked you to do earlier: look in a new prespective. Don't look into the general idea most think of, think outside of it. Think of creative point of views, and on top of that, write out your own Romeo and Juliet story. Make it in modern day! Make it dark and twisted! But remember: make it your own! You can use others for inspiration, but never copy any works. The essay needs to be 5-pages, front and back, while the story needs to be at the minimum of 3-pages, front and back. The title, synopsis, setting, and the basics don't count. Since this is one of the hardest essays assigned, I'll give you 2 and a 1/2 months to work on it. No partners, and no skipping ahead of the story. We're reading it in class and only in class. Ukanuma, you read next."Lots of groans, some from me, were heard. I mean, who would assign you such a thing, especially without partners?! I sighed and glued my eyes back to the textbook. Hmm, is someone watching me again?
~Erian Romio's POV~
30 Minutes Before
(WARNING: Erian Romio's brain is a danger zone for minor cussing.)
Crap, I'm going to be late! Geez, why do I have to attend a stupid school anyways?! My GPA has always been 4.0, and I'm smart enough to graduate college! But no, I have to attend classes with people my age! Ugh! This light drizzle isn't making anything better! I ran with a now soggy schoolbag, and my long, green hair, tied up in 2 small pigtails, flopped as I ran. Humph! I wanted to cut that stupid-ass ugly hair, but noo! My parents won't allow it because they're like: "It shows respect to you species!" Even if I'm half alien doesn't mean I can't be normal! Whatever. I have to act nice and cool around people or else my temper will cause my powers to show. I just hope they are prepared for an after-school beating...
(10 Minutes Later: 8:24)
I finally made it to the stupid classroom, and why am I standing in front of it like an idiot? I don't know myself. I opened the sliding door slightly, and poked my head in. A redhead with pigtails immediately looked at me. No, she STARED! I stared at her, and it seems that she got the message: don't look at me or else. The teacher finally saw me and welcomed me in. Still soggy and pissed, I introduced myself.
"H-Hi. My name's...Erian. E-E-Erian Romio. I-I'm a foreign ex-exchange scholarship student. S-Sorry..." As you can tell, I'm not exactly a people person. I'm anti-social and I hate talking to such pathetic and dumb people. I walked over to the desk behind "Too Friendly Guy." I glared at him, and he smiled.
"Hey! My name's Sakatoshi. Sakatoshi Kishi. You can call me Kishi-Ni, like how the others call me! Hope we can become bestest of friends, new student!" "Too Friendly Guy" smiled TOO BRIGHTLY, and I awkwardly walked over to my desk, as he invaded my "personal bubble that no one touches." He turned around, touching my school supplies and looking at them, like they were gloops of goop. As soon as I finished unpacking, he then annoyed me.
"Hey, you STILL use Kuma-Chan supplies?! That's for girls AND babies! I won't judge, though! Here, a textbook! Today Mrs. Nakashima's assigning a Shakespeare project, I heard!" I took the yellow textbook, and hid my school supplies inside my now zipped pencil , it's not my freaking fault that I have hand-me-downs from my cousins! My parents wouldn't even let me get a 2 for 500 yen pen!
"R-Real-Really? Th-That s-s-sounds fun..." I was being serious there. I LOVED doing essays and debates, as weird and stupid that sounds. I like writing and debating, since usually my team or I'm usually right. And I also loved proving people wrong. It shows how stupid that they are.
"Hey, before I forget, what's the deal with your hair? It's...a bit girly and oddly colored. Did you dye it or something?" Humph! I hate it when people ask about my hair! I wish I could get a hat or something, but no! My parents say that it's "disrespectful to wear hats indoors and even if you wear a hat, you still need to take it off!" Gosh, I wish I could be one of those boys that beat everyone up, dye their hair, and have a cool motorcycle! But I have to keep up this image because my parents don't want to move around again. I did that multiple times because people were pissing me off, but we had to move. Mom said it was because "that will attract attention and they will come." Who the hell is "they?!" Must be some relatives you don't want to invite over for New Year's...
"U-Um, sorry! That's probably a personal question! I'm sorry!" The pathetic guy stood up and bowed about a million times, reciting a sorry poem over and over again. I sighed. Geez, why are the people I meet get more and more pathetic?
"I-It's fine. It's be-because...my par-parents thi-think it's disresp-disrespectful to c-cut your ha-hair, s-so I tie it in 2 pi-pigtails." He then looked up, crying a river, then quickly became a happy, perky guy again. Humph. People that are too cheerful usually die in horror games.
"Oh! So THAT'S why! I always thought because you wanted to be transgender! Haha!" WHAT TO THE HELL?! TRANSGENDER?! DO YOU THINK THAT I WANT TO MAKE EVERYONE GENDER-CONFUSED?! I glared at him, but my glares usually look like stares, so...he became stupid.
"Is there something on my face? Or are you gay for me? I know I'm a cutie, but save your stares when we're in private!" YOU MOTHERF-Okay. I'm calm. I can always beat him up. Oh god. The redhead is staring again! I stared at her, and she looked away, blushing.
"NO! I mean, n-no. I w-was gla-glaring..." Better to tell the idiot the truth before he becomes stupider!
"Aw! Your glare is so cute! You know, I think you might be a hit among the ladies if you try harder!" HIT?! LADIES?! HOW ABOUT I HIT YOU?! I growled, but it came out as a soft "hmm." Damn my freaking self!
"See? Even Strawberry-Chan over there couldn't help but stare at you!~" I looked over at the girl again, and she quickly looked away as usual. I turned to the page we're reading today. Romeo and Juliet, hmm? Interesting...
10 Minutes in the Story
"You can pause there. Thank you, Momomiya. From what we've read so far, what is the standard message and setting? No, Takano, it's not the everyone should be loved, no matter what boundaries that they hold. I'm looking for something deeper, more meaningful, and not basic." I looked, and with my awesome mind-reading powers, I can clearly see what the teacher's talking about. Geez, she's so easy to read! I rose my hand, and I heard lots of insults and one girl asking the redhead if I'm cute. Apparently she's dating someone...I stood up, and from what the teacher wanted, I read her mind like a book.
"The setting is supposed in a fantasized world, but has some hints of reality at the time. Warring families, like the yakuza bloodlines, can be translated into a message not everyone sees because it was overthought. The setting could be metaphorically said in a relatable way or storyline way, therefor everyone oversees it. But there's another way: the way Shakespeare probably saw his work, and the way what loners saw it. But before that, the message needs to be deciphered, since the message plays a big key in the setting. The message is-" The teacher interrupted me, and I sat back down. Kishi whispered to me that I was awesome, and I blushed. NO! NO GIRLY FEELINGS NOW! I glued my eyes back on the book, but again I caught redhead staring again. She then turned to the window, looking far yonder. I kept looking at her until few minutes after class ended. I sighed as I closed the textbook, wondering what other crazy things are going to happen besides meeting a staring forever 24/7 redhead, forever happy guy, and an over obsessed fangirl.
~Author's Note~
I know this chapter was a bit boring, but please bear with me! I'm working on other things and fanfics, so I usually don't pay attention to this one. Hehe...And unlike my main one, I didn't plan out the whole thing PLUS a sequel in a month. I MIGHT NOT have a sequel for this fanfic, but who knows?! Anyways, this is BlackMidnightWhite, signing out. BYE!~