Turning Point

Chapter 9

"Welcome to St. White, Fujimori Gakuen no Goshujinsama~!" Four St. White students dressed in frilly maid costume exclaimed cheerfully to every boy students from Fujimori Gakuen. All the boys just went in 'aw' mode, dropping their jaws and saliva as they watched four most beautiful girls on earth addressing them as 'goshujinsama'. Being called as master by someone wearing a maid costume was like every man's fantasy. And the shortness of the frilly black skirt combined with tight white stockings didn't really help either.

They elbowed each other, whispering 'I could die without regret right now' to each other as they feast their eyes to many many more St. White's delicacies besides the maid costume such as the sexy black bunny costume complete with the fury long white ear and fishnet stocking; modified sailor uniform which had no sleeve, low V neck line and mermaid line skirt that had two slit on the side up to the thigh; and angel costume complete with the gorgeous white wings and halos. Those St. White girls were really stunning and breathtaking, they agreed. "Just look at the way they walk. Elegant, I tell ya! Elegant!" One boy pointed out as they quickly turned their attention to the girl in sailor outfit's legs.

"Elegant indeed…" the other replied a split second before a pair of hands suddenly slid down his back and squished his butt, sending him chills down his spine. A loud giggle came right after he jumped in surprise. Turning back, he found a cute girl with wavy hip long blonde hair wearing a witch costume put her hands on her mouth to stop her giggling.

"I just grope a man!" She yelled in satisfactory tone as if she had done something very heroic to show off to and get rewarded because of it.

A loud high pitched enthusiastic murmur broke the short awkward situation then chaos ensues. The sexy bunny girl yelled something about not being fair and that she saw the prey- ahem, man first so it should be a given for her to grope him first, not long after that the sailor girl joined their yelling contest by saying that the boy was ogling her legs with his eyes so the privilege of molesting him should go to her instead.

"Oh my god…" The boys stared at each other, gulping in fear as another set of crazy girl starting to look at them with a weird glint on their eyes. "Somehow I worry about my chastity…" One of the boys said while the other nodded in agreement. Actually, it's not that they scared of losing their chastity, rather it's how they're going to lose it at this situation that worried them.

"I'm more worried about my mental health." The other boy stated, shaking his throbbing head while massaging his nose bridge. "With all these beautiful girls dressed in such sexy costume… I still think Miko-chin's pouting face is cuter…"

"Me too…" Agreed his friend, "I think I'm girl-phob as from now…"

And thus, the girls' action had just increased Japan's gay population by 0.00000001 percent but that will be another story which did not need to be explained here. Anyway, back to the main story…

When all hope of stopping the girls from scratching, tufting, punching, kicking, and literally trying to strip each other off to compare who had the biggest boobs (the boys started to have sudden anemic attack due to massive blood loss from the nose at this sight), a calm soothing voice came. "Girls, please behave."

It was Yuujirou. The boys could only gawk at the person in front them. Yuujirou was wearing something like Arabian prince's clothing. He wore a white thoub, a long sleeved one piece dress that covers the whole body, blue tunic with white stripes and a black belt on his slender waist. The only thing missing from his Arabian costume was the head piece but that made him all the more alluring. Instead of a 3 piece head cover, Yuujirou tied his hair in low pony tail, draping his hair to his shoulder. Absolutely no trace that not so long ago he's been forced to wear a gown with a ridiculously frilly skirts and laces long enough to choke someone to death. He even got his skin tanned.

"Hime?" the boys asked in disbelieve.

"Oujisama!" The girls shouted in choir, stopping whatever barbaric activity they were indulging few minutes ago.

"What did Ritsuko-san said about self control during the festival?" He reminded, flashing his newly mastered Ouji smile to the girls. The girls were getting fidgety under the stare of the tanned prince, bowing their head in hope not to catch the prince's eyes. A low mumble of 'we're sorry' later then he sighed, asking them to take their guest to the sport hall where Ritsuko and Arisada would open the school's festival officially. He gave the boys a nod when they gave him a bow before continuing his patrol around the school gate.

He strolled around from the east gate to the north gate, making sure the girls didn't do something extreme. He'd let it slide if it's just a few grope here and there, but if the girls went berserk from rabid fangirl to psychopathic sex-depraved nymphomaniac then he believed he had to do something about it.

A light tap on his shoulder took his attention away. He grinned at the sight of his partner, Kishimoto Akira, who was wearing his usual tuxedo costume. Somehow, Miura, the designer, thought that Akira looked better in his black tuxedo suits than Arabian clothing so she was once again stuck in heavy layer of tuxedo garment in the middle of summer. "Yo." She called.

A nod.

"Ritsuko-san called. We have to go to the east gate and welcome director Ryusaki together with the princesses."

His heart was making a loud thump at that statement. The second statement actually. He had to welcome director Ryusaki together with the princesses. In his head, it was translated as 'I'm going to see Tooru'. Part of him was jumping in happiness to be able to see his object of affection but part of him was sad because even if he saw Tooru, he couldn't get near him, or touch him or kiss him and declare to the world that Tooru was his so stop staring him without his consent no matter how pretty Tooru was in the princess outfit.

"Come on." She grinned then slipped her hand in Yuujirou's arm. "Can't make the lady wait."

He laughed. Sometimes Akira could act even manlier than a real man. Often, she even forgot that she's a lady too. So when she did something even slightly feminine like clinging on to him, he couldn't push her away. "Well, let's go then." He answered with a big genuine smile. They took a few steps before Akira leaned her head closer as if she's going to kiss Yuujirou on the cheek, tightening her grip. Confused, he wanted to ask for an explanation but Akira's free hand silenced him by covering his lips gently.

"Just walk." She whispered slowly. He complied. They walked for another few steps before he heard her muttering something under her breath. "We've been followed by a girl. No! Don't turn your head, just walk!"

He nodded again. 'Followed?' He thought. Who's following them and for what reason was the question that started to linger on his head. He never had a stalker before and he's pretty sure he didn't want one now.

"Just another fangirl." Akira assured him. "We have a lot of those around here." She let out a little laugh before continuing her sentence, "Maybe if we give her what she wants, she'll go away."

Before Yuujirou could mutter 'What', Akira suddenly stopped and forcefully tilted Yuujirou's head to hers. She mouthed 'sorry' before something soft brushed his cheek and he realized a nano second later that it was in fact Akira's lips. His head were thrown back and Yuujirou found himself trapped between Kishimoto tall body and the school fence. He swore that if someone was watching this from the wrong angle, they would definitely think that there's a gay couple making out. Akira even groped his butt with one hand and slid the other under his tunic then brushed his nipple to make the act even more realistic.

He could push her away.

He would push her away.

Heck, he WAS pushing her away but somehow he couldn't gather his strength to fight her. It's not because the girl was stronger than him. It was because his brain suddenly malfunctioning at the fact that the Kishimoto Akira, the one whom he thought asexual (since she didn't show any interest toward male OR female) was making a move to him thus making him paralyzed.

Faintly, he could hear a gasped followed by something falling down before he heard a rustle from one of the bushes nearby. He could saw a shadow of a black haired young girl, yet he couldn't see her face. Not when Akira still pushed her head down in a very uncomfortable position. He waited for a while before the girl finally let him go.

"What was that?" He tried to asked, but the only thing that came out from his mouth was a weak incoherent murmur.

"Sorry. I have to make it look like we're really making out." She helped the confused prince to stand up straight, picking up leaves on his shoulder. "Else that girl won't be satisfied and leave us for today. I'm sure she had a few good shots from that angle."

"WHAT? She took a picture?"

"Yeah. I think I saw a blitz coming from her hiding place." She shrugged it off like it was nothing. "Come on. It's only a picture. What harm could it be? I even make sure she didn't get our faces from that angle. Relax. Come on. Ritsuko-san is waiting."

He had a feeling that it was not alright. Even if his face was not caught on the camera, this little act could still be considered as cheating and cheating is bad. True that he's not in a relationship with Tooru yet but that didn't justify him cheating with another girl. He just hoped that Tooru would never ever found out what happened between him and Akira.