I just got recently inspired for different original stories plus I had to do a week-long project that was due the end of the week. All we need are the final edits, and we'll be good.
Enough about me! Who's excited to see more of the American Unicorns?
Disclaimer: I wasn't given the official ownership to Inazuma Eleven as a birthday gift. T.T
23: The Apricot Naught
Different beings, all at once.
"Where have you been?" Gohin Takahiro was at the very least angry. At most, he was threatening to explode in school. Sokudone had finally returned by the time the academy chimed its dismissal bells, and she just knew the best way to face the situation was to confront her probation officer. His mood, unfortunately, was not helping her. "Did you think you could sneak off while I was away?" He demanded.
"No,"
"Perhaps you were testing me because I'm an adult but am not your father—"
"No!" Kageyama Reiji was a painful subject, period.
"Then what are you doing?" Gohin slammed his hand on the coffee table where the school president was. She jumped at the ferocity of his voice and actions. "I'm trying to help you here; I've been trying to help you, but you repay me with your immaturity: the one thing I feared that you would never do again!" The maroon-haired adult was seething under his skin. He admired the young lady for managing to cope with her punishment for the first three weeks, and in the middle of the fourth she just oh, so suddenly broke her streak. He just didn't understand it. By this time the adult's hair was out of its usual slicked back 'do as he continued to pace around the grandeur of the room.
He just felt so disappointed then and there.
Sokudone felt it; she feared it. And when a more superior person's disappointment finally settled on her shoulders like snow on Christmas morning, she felt the full force of its condescending gentleness: corpselike coldness.
A certain jellybean lover was still loitering around the halls when she heard voices in one of them. Never one to seriously consider anyone else's feelings, Hiroki Zuko stomped – just to vaguely warn the talkers of her arrival – her way to the corridor, almost able to make out the words exchanged between them.
"Oh, you think you're the Oguri Shun of Teikoku?" A hysteric screech sounded a little too familiar for Zuko's liking. "Has it never occurred to you that you look like a cross between a snake and a chicken?"
"It's better than a horse and deer, right, Naomi-chan?" The male's taunting tone and edgy slang rang a bell in the hazel-haired girl. In other news, how long were they going to keep talking? Was her stomping not fudging loud enough?
"All this talk about animals is making me hungry," She interjected, still upset that neither of the two people paid attention to her Giant-From-Jack-and-the-Beanstalk Walk. It was a classic! Unappreciative little… "Let's go to McDonalds! Tour Guide-chan never even told me where it was!"
Immediately, the bright-eyed Zuko grabbed both Fudou's and Naomi's elbows and skipped, despite the dead weight she was dragging along with her, to the ramp leading to the ground floor. She heard the boy sneer at the black-haired hostage. "See? Even girls who've just recently met me totally dig me." He got an angry scoff in response, but that was the end of it.
"Uh, correction:" She cut in again, "I just need a map to McDonalds."
Naomi snickered.
"I'm a Tour Guide of the school, not Inazuma Town," Fudou growled, annoyed that the girl in front of him just had to say something. "Yeah, well how long have you lived in this town anyway?"
What did that even have to do with McDonalds? "I was born here."
"Four years," Naomi supplied, her mood suddenly getting brighter thanks to this Kami-sent jellybean angel.
"And I only arrived a month ago from Hokkaido," The brunette suddenly stopped in her tracks, and it was only then when the male brunette realized what she was doing. In his shock, it became easy to pull him forward, and Naomi was light enough anyway, which was exactly what the shortest among the trio did. "If I had a chariot, I'd have reined you guys in already, but seeing as my supplies are low, onwards, my faithful steeds!"
Needless to say, the two cousins fast-walked on the way out, sharing the fact of hating being tricked by a loveable (Naomi's words, not his) idiot.
"I've been needing to talk to you," She croaked, disconcertion making a ghost out of her once-there strength. "But so much has happened, and it's as if the world conspired to prevent me from trying to get the message through." By now, her probation officer had settled on the sofa in front of her, and as it was after-class hours, he had laid down, eyes still locked on the ecru ceiling. "Will you listen to me, Gohin-kun? When it becomes approved, this will be my last."
The almond-eyed man closed his eyes. If he knew what she was talking about, he didn't want to hear it. It was just one mistake, he tried to say, but he was afraid his voice was not as strong as the small lady to his side. It wasn't the time, he tried, but nothing was getting out. They could still sort things out, but even an adult man knew when to let a human stop and hang the cape.
"I want to resign."
But he was the officer, and her sanctions and rewards came by his hand. He had a say in it too. And his say was in the simplicity of two words. "Not yet."
"This place is awesome!" A child's eyes sparkled as he stared at the front sign. Behind him was an approaching trio of grumbled and hungered. "You've got good taste, kid!" Zuko patted his head once before proceeding into the building, the two menacing-looking cousins marching grudgingly behind her. "This is your entire fault," The female one sneered at him, her back needing a good massage from carrying Zuko around. "I can't believe I got dragged into your stupid date."
"Our date?" The male feigned surprise. "I thought I was the one third-wheeling on this lesbian outing."
"Ha ha." Stupid Ducky Momo.
But just to add alcohol for the burn, the childish McDonalds regular raced back to the two. "Hey, chicken comb, are you paying for my McBurger or what?"
Fudou instantly turned red, the memory of her asking him out fresh in his mind. Beside him, his victorious cousin's mere presence walked all over his former triumph. When Zuko finally headed back to the queue, Naomi followed her this time, bidding her still flushed cousin with a snarky farewell.
"D'you have her number, Lover Boy?"
"Pardon me?"
"I believe you heard what I had said," The maroon-haired man tried to slick back his hair as he stood. He was supposed to be omniscient and unbiased about this. After this morning's report with Oshino-donno? He wasn't going to risk it again. Everybody's strike two was akin to his own strike three. "You just started the term; where do you think can I find an immediate replacement for you?"
Sokudone gave up on the formalities. "Flash the Oshino signal up in the sky tonight, then." She rolled her eyes as the devil's name slid off her tongue. "He's always been dying to replace me."
Gohin smiled. The thing about being the school president allowed no space for stress; if it wasn't worth worrying about, Kageyama-san let it go immediately. Yet his smile was that of guilt. He had scolded her, yelled at her, not apologized, and he went about demanding for her to remain in her position. He was quite the demanding father-figure, wasn't he?
Father-figure?
The almond-eyed man pinched the area between his eyes and blinked repeatedly. Thinking that he was Kageyama-donno's replacement was not a healthy notion.
At barely 1400 words, (only 1339 or less), this has been the shortest filler chapter I ever used. I've also messed with my time period because that's how smart I am. What's this chapter doing here? It's to further develop main plotlines and characters. And a suspicious relationship between the delinquent and the clown. Oh, that's a cute pair. Ish. :D
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-Strawbeariiis
