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A/N: So I've been hit by the unfathomable "Writer's Block" and GASP! It's not a MYTH that thing really does exist. But I'm back and unlike last time I'm not sure when I'll be able to post up new chapters of this story…might be every couple days, weeks, months, years—…okay that last one was pushing it. Anyway, I'm also very happy with how this story is progressing along so far. And I wanna thank all of those who read and review this…can you believe…I've already got 13 reviews and only 5 chapters. Now I know that might not SEEM like a lot but to me it is…anywho enough with my rambles. Here's the new chapter of Yame-Chan 3
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Shugo Chara…even after what feels like an eternity.
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Welcome to the Wonderful World of Confusion!
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TWIRLING a strand of strawberry blonde hair around her thin finger, Mae's large sapphire eyes bore lazily ahead at the clean chalkboard as her classmates pressed in around her attempting to get to know the idol a little better. "Ano? Maeda-san?" A soft voice cut into her thoughts and turning her head slightly, Mae was reminded of the girls surrounding her, biting down giddy shrills and blinking she smiled brightly. "Yes?" She said sweetly and the dark haired girl leaning into her side's cheeks flushed crimson as she averted her gaze and took to prodding her fingers together. "I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch today? A group of us are planning on getting together and we'd love to help you get more acquainted with the school and all." She explained and Mae's eyes narrowed only a fraction from their usually large manner. Absolutely pathetic really.
With a soft smile, Mae nodded lightly, "I'd love that," she said and the dark haired girl's cheeks flushed darker as she met the actress' gaze. "Thank you Maeda-san!" She exclaimed and Mae nodded once more as she leaned closer to her dark haired classmate. "Just call me Maeda, you don't have to be so formal." She pointed out and there was silence before a round of "Maeda's!" broke out and Kimiko who had settled into her usual seat, glanced disinterestedly at the group of girls crowding around the blonde's desk before she rolled her eyes. "What a waste of time," she mumbled to herself before she pulled out her books and began to write in them.
Maeda was unbelievably annoyed with all the screaming going on around her as her fellow female classmates along with a few males attempted to speak to her all at once. Allowing her large, sapphire eyes to scope the classroom, she caught sight of Yame walking through the door; her bag hanging off her shoulder and her fingers occupied with what appeared to be some sort of red and blue string. Tapping her thing fingers impatiently against the wooden surface of her desk, Mae cast the giddy groupies a bright smile. "I'll be right back k?" Not even waiting (or caring for that matter) for an answer from her groupies, Mae slipped out of her seat and moving swiftly and gracefully she crossed the classroom. She watched as Yame shot everyone she past a quick smile and a curt "good morning" before pulling out her seat but before she could take a seat a small, pale hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her back up. "Eh?" Yame muttered in confusion as her large jade eyes darted upwards only to lock with brightly shining blue ones. "Good morning Ayame-chan." Mae greeted her lips tugging up into a smile and causing Yame's cheeks to flush pink. "Ano, g-good m-morning Maeda-san." She stuttered.
Smile broadening and taking on slight catlike features, Maeda shook her head about; causing blonde hair to fall into her face. "Please, call me Mae." She corrected and Yame nodded as her arm was released and she attempted to pull the strings she had been occupying herself with off her fingers. Maeda watched closely, her fingers lacing themselves behind her back as she watched the redhead curiously. "Ayame-chan?" She called and the said girl looked up at her, one brow quirked questioningly. "Hai?" She called her voice uncertain as she stared at the blonde before her. Mae brushed her bangs out of her large eyes before she released her latched fingers and circled the fingers of her right hand around Yame's thin arm. "I was wondering…if maybe we could spend some time together…seeing that I'm new and all and I don't really know many people." She stated and Yame's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't be serious. Why would she want to hang out with someone like her? Someone who hadn't even known who she was! Blinking, Yame continued to stare blankly at the blonde before Mae leaned forward, her breath fanning against Yame's face and pulling her out of her stupor.
"Well?"
The blonde's tone was calm and yet it still held so much anxiety that when Yame turned to look back at her, she couldn't stop herself from nodding. "I'd love to." She replied and staring at the redhead for a moment, Maeda grinned from ear to ear as she pulled back and studied the thin redhead. "That's great Yame-chan!" She squealed and releasing the girl, she flashed Yame a bigger smile before she twirled on her heels and bounced back to her seat, leaving Yame to stare after her; cheeks pink and heart pounding loudly in her chest. Tokono and Ai who had watched the entire exchange grinned broadly and shot each other similar jovial expressions before they reverted back to their eggs and hid inside of Yame's bag. Trying to get over what had just happened, Yame lowered herself down into her seat and stared wide eyed at the blonde who was now chatting with her groupies. She watched as the girl laughed and twirled one of her thin fingers around a blushing girl's dark hair before realization dawned upon the redhead. Why would someone like Maeda Kiyoshi want to hang out with me? A frown formed on her pink lips and tapping her fingers against her desk, Yame reached into her bag and pulled out her tools completely noticing the blonde's sapphire eyes which were trained on her for a few seconds before a sardonic grin spread across her face and she looked away. As Mae reverted back to listening and inputting as little as possible into a conversation that revolved around her, the egg hidden away in her bag shook dangerously before becoming dormant once more.
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"Five bucks says I can so totally kick your ass."
Looking up, Daisuke stared into the large blue eyes of his best friend, Sora Hota who was currently standing in front of his desk; arms crossed over his chest and a smug expression painting his pale features. Brows furrowing, Daisuke adjusted himself in his seat and leaning forward, he propped his elbows on the fine wood of the desk and stared lazily at the blond before him. "What the hell are you going on about now, Sor?" He probed and pursing his lips, Sora ripped his chair from the desk in front of Daisuke out and throwing one leg over the side of the chair he leaned forward, his body coming to rest against the backrest of the chair. His hair shifted forward with his movements and staring at his best friend with a mischievous glint in his eye, Daisuke found himself glancing up at an equally smug looking Sine. "I'm talking about Ayame," he said softly and realization seemed to dawn on the brunette who grinned rather amusingly at his blond friend. "We're not still on this are we?" He asked tiredly and Sora nodded, a grin spreading across his features. "Why not? You want her, I want her…it's only fair that we make a vow to kick each other's asses to actually get her!" He exclaimed and Daisuke was quiet for a moment before he sighed and nodded soberly. "You're right…you're absolutely right." He mumbled making the blond's grin grow even bigger than it already was.
Daisuke wanted to say something, in fact; he was about to say something to the shorter blond if a familiar figure standing in the doorway to the eleventh grade English class hadn't caught his attention. Moving one of his arms, he slapped his blond friend's arm lightly, causing the boy to stare curiously up at him. "What's up?" He probed and Daisuke motioned towards the door. "Isn't that the new girl—Kumiko?" Blinking, Sora allowed for his large cerulean orbs to follow his friend's gaze and surely enough they landed on a familiar figure standing in the doorway. Holding her leather bag in one hand, Kumiko subconsciously ran her free hand against her arm as she allowed her gaze to fall over the junior class. I knew doing junior English wasn't going to work out…I don't even know anyone—and they're all staring at me! Okay, just stay calm Kumiko, you can do this. It didn't matter how much coaxing the sophomore did because her face grew abnormally pink and biting her lip, she sucked in a deep breath and with wobbly legs made to move towards and empty seat at the front of the class.
"Oi Tanaka!"
Looking up, Kumiko's gaze landed two different sets of eyes. One pair a deep chocolate brown and the other large, clear cerulean pools; both staring completely fascinated at her. Looking from the eyes, Kumiko immediately recognized the two and she could feel some of her previous anxiety give way. With a small, coy smile painting her features, Kumiko moved towards the middle of the room; completely aware of the stares she received. Stopping in front of Sora's desk, she stared at both juniors with a soft smile. "Daisuke, Sora." She greeted politely and both boys grinned at her; Daisuke looking up while Sora peered over his shoulder and back at the girl. "Uh, not to be mean or anything but what are you doing in here? Aren't you a sophomore?" A confused Sora voiced and nodding, Kumiko averted her gaze in favor of staring down at her loafers. "I usually am but…somehow I've been put in a few junior classes." She mumbled sounding rather distracted as Sora nodded, shifting in his seat, he glanced over at Daisuke where the two held each other's gazes before they shared a nod and glanced over at Kumiko; identical grins plastered to their faces.
"Why don't you take a seat next to us Tanaka-san?" Daisuke probed, leaning over into the aisle and pulled out the chair to the identical desk across from him. Kumiko stared at the desk for a moment as she felt her cheeks grow hot as Sora's grin became noticeably smaller than Dai's and his eyelids grew heavy. "Welcome to Eleventh grade English!" He said unnaturally bored and with a nod, Kumiko moved towards the desk and settled into the chair Dai had somehow managed to pull out. Once she had planted herself comfortably in the seat, Daisuke and Sora had reverted back to conversing amongst one another; leaving the dark haired sophomore out of the loop. Kumiko didn't seem to mind, as she quietly took out her utensils and laced her long fingers out on the table in front of her just as the eleventh grade English teacher stepped through the door, her grey hair wild and once she slapped her bag down on her desk, she stared up at them over the frame of her small glasses.
"Well, good morning eleventh graders…let' get crackin!"
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A/N: there you go…new chapter after what feels like forever. Once again, I am very sorry that I had to put this story on Hiatus but with my other story drawing to a close [jumps about giddily] after a year and one month I am finally able to pour all of my creative juices into this one again! Oh and remember, reviews are inspirational and they are also good for one's soul!
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Written November 30, 2009