"You don't have to that for us, Haruhi-ku- I mean san!" Tohru mumbled. "Tohru, let's accept the nice bo- I mean girl's offer." I whispered to her and pushed her lightly into a stall. Haruhi walked out of the bathroom and we could hear her expla- well, trying to explain to the boys that weren't in there. And of course, with their perverted little minds, they wanted to see for themselves. Haruhi was yelling frantically at them, telling them that they couldn't go in there, but they wouldn't have it. I locked the door to the stall, and told Tohru to sit down on the toilet's seat cover, while I sat on the top of the toilet, out of view. Then when I heard the boys in the room, I let out a high pitched, girly scream. "EEEEK! There are boys in here! They're trying to peek at us girls!" I screamed. Then, the tall blonde one, Tamaki, stammered, "What? No! We were... Um... We were simply trying to find someone!" "Get out of here before I call the principal!" I screamed, again, just as high pitched as before. I heard them run out the door, and I jumped off of the top of the toilet. I high-fived Tohru, and she smiled. We walked out of the bathroom, and as soon as we stepped out, the bell rang. "Oh. We didn't get to eat lunch!" Tohru exclaimed sadly. I nodded and we walked to our lockers to collect our books. We walked to the hallway that our classes were in, and we parted ways. I walked into my history class, while she went to an art class.
I walked into my class and sat at my seat, next to Kyo. On my other side, is where Motoko, the Prince Yuki Fan Club president, sat. I noticed she was drawing doodles of hearts that said M+Y inside them, which I guess is to be expected from her. Kyo sat staring out the window, probably wanting to get the heck out of this class. Even worse for him, he sat next to a poster that showed all the animals of the Chinese Zodiac. Worse again, there was no cat on the poster. The teacher walked in, and started the lesson. It was about the war in Pearl Harbour between the Japanese and the Americans. We've been learning about that for about two weeks now. I sat at my desk, working on a piece of fan art, when my stomach decided to try out its whale impression. My stomach growled from not eating lunch, and everyone turned to look at me. I turned bright red, and went back to my drawing, but the whole class, save for Momiji and Hatsuharu laughed at me. That's how it goes for me. If I'm not being laughed at, I'm being ignored. If I'm not being ignored, I'm being laughed at. Life is just a lose-lose situation for me.
Our class of twenty-four sat through the forty-five minute class, and then packed up to leave the school since there was an early dismissal day. I met Tohru outside the front of the school, and we walked to our usual bench and sat down. A boy from my class walked by and snickered at me, and made a noise with his mouth. Just then, my cheerful brother and Hatsuharu walked over. I noticed Hatsuharu give the boy who laughed at me a dirty look. "(Your name)-chan! Hatsuharu-san is coming over today!" The white haired boy was standing behind him. Big height difference. Momiji was 5'6 but the boy was at least 6 feet. "Tohru-chan, do you want to come over today?" I questioned. "I'm sorry, I can't today! I have to work." She said, looking a little sad that she had to say no to me. "That's okay, Tohru-chan! Maybe next time! Bai!" Momiji said, grinning adorably. That's my brother, alright. "Come on, (your name)-chan!" He skipped ahead of me and Hatsuharu, and Hatsuharu started jogging to keep up. I stayed walking behind them. Momiji stopped in front of the house that we share on the Sohma estate. I was still walking. The two of them stopped but I kept walking. I walked up the steps to the door. I remember when I used to climb the steps to my mom's house before I got cursed. I used to count them. I remember there being specifically thirteen. "Mo-chan, come on!" Momiji pranced up the steps, while Hatsuharu walked casually up. "Haru, let's have a snack!" Momiji exclaimed cheerfully. He bounced off to the kitchen, leaving me and "Haru" in an awkward silence. "Your brother can be a bit odd sometimes." He said, examining a portrait of me and my mother. "This your mom?" He asked me. I nodded quickly. "She was pretty. Like you." He still gazed at the portrait. I blushed profusely and smiled a little. Momiji pranced back into the room, holding a tray of cheese and crackers that I had made the night before. "Have one, Haru-chan!" Momiji thrusted the tray out in front of Hatsuharu. He took a cracker off the plate and ate in a single bite. He nodded, looking satisfied. "You did this?" He asked me. "Yes." I answered quietly. "Let's play a card game, Haru!" Momiji exclaimed. "(Your name)-chan, will you play with us?" He said, hopefully. "One game." I said. "Yay!" He ran off to his bedroom to get a deck of cards. Hatsuharu parked himself on the couch, and put his feet on the coffee table. He rested his head on his hands which were held up behind him. Momiji ran down the steps so fast that he tripped and face planted at the bottom. "Ouchy!" He exclaimed. I walked over to him. I tapped his knee, and he flinched. I went to the kitchen, and wet a cloth then brought it back to Momiji and set it down on his cut. The blood came off on the cloth, and I put a band aid on it. Momiji was still pouting, so I leaned over and gave his knee a little peck. That always made him happier. He smiled and giggled, then hugged me. Hard to believe he's fifteen... "Hey, uh... you seem to be pretty good with... this sorta stuff... do you think you could do something about this for me?" Hatsuharu said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a long wound on his arm. There was a thin piece of cloth tied around it, but that was it. "Oh my!" I exclaimed. "How did you get that?" "I... went black and uh... Never mind, it's a long story." He mumbled. "Black"? He went black? What is that supposed to mean? Did his skin, like, actually change colour or something? The Sohma clan is pretty messed up... I went to wet a new cloth, and brought it back. I laid it on his wound, and he flinched, probably from the cold water seeping into it. I moved the cloth around carefully, wiping off a mixture of pus and blood. I retied the cloth around it. "Now you have to kiss it better, (your name)-chan!" Momiji said grinning. I looked at Hatsuharu, and he smiled a little, giving me a look that said, "Just humour him." So I tapped my lips against his arm, and Momiji smiled again. "See, Haru-chan, (your name)-chan is great! You guys should get married, 'cause then you'd be my brother!" I blushed like mad, and so did Hatsuharu. "Brother in law, Momiji." He corrected. "La di da di da! Come on Haru-chan, let's go play!" Momiji skipped off into the hallway, towards his room, and Hatsuharu followed.