Couldn't help it. :D

Don't be shy, my loves. You bettah tell this to your friends who want their OCs to be known! :3 Remember, form's in Chapter 1, but you can choose anyone. ;3

Thank you so much for your patience and reviews!


6: The Beginning

Well, sort of.

"Operation: Awesmazing Cupid now commences!" Sokudone clapped as soon as the sun rose that Monday morning. She was naturally not a morning person, but Sengoku Igajima molded her to be anything. Unfortunately.

"What do you think, Wiruyam?" The blackette hopped off her bed as she grabbed the onyx-hued towel off the rack. The petite puppy merely barked in response while he faithfully followed his master around her room.

"Mornin'," A waist-length-haired magician yawned to the toaster as she waited for her Pop Tarts to finish heating up. Sokudone smiled as she grabbed an apple from the basket. The nice old lady next door must have had too much again. "Morning," She sang back all too happily for an exhausted Shawn's liking. "Is she dying?" He yawned beside his amber-eyed sister. Gale whacked him with the back of her hand in response. After a short glare battle between the siblings, Shawn gave up. "Have fun in school, Socchin," The two bid instead.

"I will!"

And out the disturbingly happy teenager went, her little puppy barking by the walk. She was humming along the way, not giving a care about the strange looks she got from people. Sokudone's ponytailed hair swished left and right as the former skipped from block to block on her way to the grand infrastructure of Teikoku Academy. That is, until a black sedan blocked her from crossing the street. The backseat window rolled down. "Quit ogling, dummy," The spiky brunette grinned. "Get in."

And with that, Sokudone found her ride. Genda Koujirou, though, was about to realize the mistake of being this girl's best friend.


"You're kidding."

"Dead serious."

"No."

"Yes, my beloved dummy, yes."

"I am not going on a blind date!" Genda put his hands on either side of his short best friend's cheeks and squished her face. "Why do you insist so much on this? Dude, were you really serious about that finding me a date thing?" Sokudone tried to glare with distorted eyesight. "Ryesh."

The ringing bell signaled the end of the last period in the morning.

Sakuma was the first to invade Sokudone and Genda's classroom. "Dudes, d'you hear?" Just as soon as he had asked the question with a manic expression, Kidou's flapping cape made its 'majestic' entrance. He, on the other hand, looked downright displeased. Scratch that, he was pissed. "On your period, honey?" Sokudone smiled as Genda released his grip on her face. Kidou shook his head, too annoyed to even retort. "Even worse," Sakuma flailed for emphasis. "Fudou's enrolling in this school!" Genda stiffened like a preserved fish in a penguin's igloo. "Oh hell no."

"Hey, classmates,"

And to add the icing on the cake, the Mohawk brunette was in Kidou and Sakuma's classroom. It might as well be a Christmas gift from Kamisama to the patch-and-goggle-wearing duo. Note the sarcasm.


"Look, all I'm saying is just be nice to her. Maybe you'll like her," The shortie pleaded again. As a dignified Kageyama (adopted, but still), she'd never dreamed of asking for favors, much less beg. 'Remind me how I became best friends with this guy?' But in the end, because – as she believed – she was drop dead persuasive and ultimately convincing, the King of Goalkeepers agreed to it. Sokudone gave a bearhug to the tall boy. "Thanks! I love you, bestie!"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Me." She answered all the same.


"Excellent thinking, Lady Tsuntsun," Natsumi snarled as Nayujin cackled on the sofa in the school president's room. Sokudone hissed back in reply. "How was I supposed to remember to ask for her number when there were three glasses of Sherry's in front of me? Plus we were on the beanbag table, the beanbag table!" She flailed her arms for emphasis. Nayujin could barely take a breath in the background. "Seriously, Sokudone," She started, "If you're going to do this matchmaking half-assedly, you might as well give up altogether." Natsumi grumbled as Nayujin drank the cocoa on her table.

Sokudone gasped. "You did not just cuss and insult my future occupation, Goddess Yandere."

"Shut up. I'm looking for Fubuki's cousin's number, ingrate."

The blackette settled beside her jet-black-haired best friend on the couch. One shared look between them, and laughter ensued. Natsumi bent her head down in anguish.


"Who's my date again?"

"Don't worry, she knows the ever-famous King of Goalkeepers,"

"Sokudone."

"Shut up!" The latter hissed in reply as she pushed the more muscular companion inside the library. Why the date's starting point was there, neither one of them knew. 'This is stupid.'


Moments later, after sitting on the table reading The Screwtape Letters and hiding behind the bookshelf like a Kisa Shouta, the two were about to give up and retreat to Sherry's when a white-haired girl blocked Sokudone's view of the idle Genda. "What are you doing, stalking a fellow soccer player from the same school?"

"Ah, Claire-sama, nice to see you again," The blackette greeted back with sarcasm. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for a book."

"Like that was obvious," Sokudone grumbled. She didn't really mean to, but Claire was difficult to get along with; they both had fuses as short as Wiruyam. "Which book? I know the librarian." She suggested, giving a peace sign when Claire glared at her as a reply to the earlier remark.

"The Screwtape Letters."


"Koujirou, you aho, get up,"

"Ow! Hey, what's the deal?"

"This is my buddy, Fubuki Claire," Sokudone introduced, mentally freaking out about her unbelievable height gap from the two. "Haruna and she are childhood friends, but she had this wrong idea about Father." Genda was still indifferent despite greeting Claire back. "So?"

So, Sokudone grabbed the book the annoying teen was holding and whacked his head with it.

"Thanks, Sokudone," Claire grumbled this time. "I like reading half-bent books."

"Oh, hush," The shortest one among the trio had twitched lips. "Here's your book. Have fun." She said as she handed the book. Gratefully, Claire took it, and began to walk away. Genda was not so happy about giving his book away, especially since his stupid blind date stood him up.


He ran after the retreating figure of Fubuki Claire.

Sokudone stared, rooted in her spot, until she remembered the free coupons from Sherry's that she had earned from braving the hanging table (A/N: Long story. :D). She took out her phone just as she left the library. "Hey, Yuji-chan, guess who's got some calories to gain!"


"Hold up, missy!"

Claire stopped dead in her tracks, the hem of her blue dress bumping lightly against the back of her knees. Genda managed to catch up to her. "What?"

"I want that book back," He simply replied, his hard gaze competing with her own killer ones.

"I'm reading it."

"So was I."

"Your friend gave it to me!"

"Our friend promised me a girl. I got a book instead."

Claire groaned. "What's your point?" Genda scratched his hair in frustration. At least dealing with Sokudone was actually worse than this. "You didn't get stood up, did you?" At the confused look in the white-haired girl's face, he continued. "I was supposed to have a date today. That girl stood me up."

After a six-second staring match, Claire handed him the book, but recoiled when Genda tried to get it. "Let me read the first ten chapters, and then you finish ten chapters, and then it's my turn." Eyebrows comically twitching, Genda reluctantly agreed. "Fine."

As they walked towards an empty table, Claire was biting her lip, a problem was surfaced in her head. 'I didn't stand you up, idiot.'


Sorry. Had to make this as a Christmas gift and apology gift to you all.

I love you and I'm sorry and Merry Christmas. :3

-StrawbeariRotsho