"Ne, which after school activity is Shirocchi gonna join?"
The girl dubbed as "Shirocchi" didn't even try to lecture her blond classmate (maybe friend?) about his weird nickname fetish anymore. It was probably useless anyways.
Anyhow, she had already somewhat adapted to Kise's rather unusual manner of speaking. Stopping her pen for a bit, Sayuri replied, her tone wistful.
"Track team, I think." Her pencil resumed its rapid scratching on her paper.
Kise was about to say something back, only to be stopped by a loud slam on his desk, sending him jolting back. The blond model turned around, coming nose to nose with a rather frustrated looking Yoshio sensei. With a small yelp, Kise drew back from Sayuri's desk while the latter looked on with amusement. She sure as hell wasn't going to step in and help pull Kise out of the grave he dug himself, and no amount of silent plea from the model would make Sayuri budge. Besides, Sayuri thought, this'll be rather fun to watch, now wouldn't it?
Concealing her chuckle with a cough, Sayuri watched as Kise braced himself for the worst as his eyes darted around the room searching for any means of help. Sadly, there were none. Everyone, even Kise's most devoted fan girls, feared Yoshio sensei's wrath more than they could ever scream "Kise-sama".
"Now, now, Kise-kun." The old man smirked evilly as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, obviously pleased with the blond model cowering in fear. Apparently, Yoshio sensei was immune to the latters renowned model-charm and smile, "since you had the leisure to chat with Shirokawa-san, I will assume that you have plenty of free time on your hands.."
This time, instead of slamming his wrinkly hands onto the petrified blonde's desk, a fat English dictionary flew from Yoshio sensei's right hand, smacking Kise square in the jaw. A smug look adorned the teacher's face.
"All the words to be learnt for tomorrow." He bent down to Kise's eye level, "I repeat, all of them."
A loud gulp could be heard from the basketball player as the teacher left his table and walked through the aisle and up to the front of the classroom. Kise looked at Sayuri tearfully across the desks. Said girl just shrugged and gave the poor guy a 'even-if-I-wanted-to-help-you-I-really-don't-see-how-I-can' look and carried on with copying down the exercises for the next class while Kise turned around and sulked for the rest of the time.
A pouting model and a girl walked side by side in the hallways.
Sayuri sighed at her friend's antics (she had decided to classify him in that category after all) and kept walking until she couldn't stand his moodiness any further.
She stopped in her tracks.
"For how long are you going to keep sulking like this?"
Sayuri's question went unanswered and was replied only with a "hmph". She groaned and pushed a few sweaty locks out of her face.
. . . Kise tried to ignore Sayuri
. . . Sayuri stared at Kise motionlessly
Sayuri opened her mouth, "Will you stop if I treat you to burg- "
The sentence was interrupted by a cheery "OKAY!" from the model as her surged ahead in the hallways. Sayuri couldn't help but feel like as if she had been tricked into treating him to food. Now I get the expression, the dinner table is indeed a battle field.., Sayuri mulled over her thoughts rather incredulously, Still, if it was Mura-kun, I'd understand…but Kise? Weren't models supposed to watch their weight?
Sayuri was suddenly snapped out of her reverie by a rude hand waving in front of her eyes.
Passersby were shooting them weird glances andwhispers (though mostly from jealous girls) could he heard all around.
"Who is she?!"
"How dare she approach Kise-kun?"
"She does have some balls to do that! What a repulsive girl!"
Hearing the last comment, Sayuri couldn't help but let out a loud chuckle escape. So she was the repulsive one now?
Balls? Those girls sure have a colorful range of vocabulary.
"Oi…Shirocchi it's so unlike you to chuckle, let alone chuckle loudly!" Kise grabbed Sayuri and looked at the girl dead in the eye while exclaiming with mock seriousness, "who's this alien who came and switched bodies with my Shirocchi?!"
Smiling a bit, Sayuri removed Kise's clammy hands from her shoulders. "I am Sayuri, moron."
Kise's face was wiped of any emotion as he bent down right next to Sayuri's ears.
"…That's what they all say…"
Unable to take it anymore, Kise cracked up and Sayuri joined him soon after.
The fact that he was laughing at such a corny joke was simply hilarious.
And who actually gives the punch line this fast?
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"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Hohohohohohohohohohohoho!"
"Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi!"
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.
And the two launched into yet another laughing concerto.
About ten minutes late, the two finally managed to calm down.
Sayuri's sides were aching from laughing this much, and she was pretty sure Kise's were hurting just as bad. Laughing, she decide, should be made an Olympic sport. That way, the gold medal would be hers by a mile far.
They leaned against the walls, panting and gasping for air, occasionally bursting into fits of laughter here and there. A part of Sayuri's responsible side (if she even has one) returned.
"Um…Kise, you wouldn't happen to think that we're late…do you?"
Two pairs of eyes scanned the now deserted hall ways.
One single word popped into their heads silmutaneously.
S
H
I
T
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The second they registered what was happening, both of them sprung up to their feet and bolted opposite ways as fast as their legs willed to : Kise towards the 1st string gymnasium and Sayuri towards the field.
If she missed tryouts, she would definitely end Kise's life using the most gruesome method possible.
"I'll see you after practice!" Kise yelled back.
Sayuri accelerated her pace.
That is, if you are still alive by then.
Sayuri stood alone on the starting line, her raven hair tied into a messy bun. How did I end up like this again? Oh right, Sayuri smiled slightly at the memory, I got into a laughing fit with Kise. This made me late and almost miss tryouts.
Although tryouts were usually held with 6 people running at a time, since Sayuri was late due to earlier events that must not be named, she is last one running, which is why she is running alone while the whole club gapes at her.
The girl sighed and checked her shoelaces. They seemed fine to her.
The coach's voice tore through the air.
She was a small middle-aged woman but oh boy, she had quite a set of lungs on her.
"READY."
Sayuri shuffled into position, placing each of her feet on the pads of the starting blocks. Closing her eyes, she exhaled.
Sweat was already pooling around her forehead.
Concentrate.
"SET."
Sayuri's amber eyes instantly snapped open as she rose up her butt in preparation of the awaited gun shot,
Breathe in, breathe out.
"GO!" the coach fired the bullet.
Sayuri took off instantly, keeping both her eyes onto the finish line and urging herself to go faster. Her speed increased as her breathing matched up to her strides as her feet pounded past the ground in record speed.
Before Sayuri knew it, she had passed the line and finished her 100 meters in a blur. Setting her hands on her hips, she saw that the coach was writing down her results on the score board.
The wind was giving her a headache. She just wanted to get this over with.
For some reason, she felt extremely sluggish today. I must remember to blame this on Kise later.
The coach had moved out of the way. Sayuri squinted, scrolling down the names and times.
Hers was at the very bottom.
100 meters: 12, 43 s
200 meters: 24, 61 s
400 meters: 57, 9 s
Position: Anchor
Sayuri drew back and tapped her chin thoughfully.
To be honest, her results were quite average and nowhere near last year's, but she had been placed as one of the anchors of the team so her performance must not have been that horrible after all.
As I thought, my endurance could use some work. 58 seconds is rather mediocre for a 400 meters race.
The coach placed her hands on her hips and blew sharply on her whistle again. "Gather around! Hurry it up!" the woman paused, an evil grin on her face, "Or shall I quadruple your training menu?"
The last sentence was meant as a simple question but the whole squad detected the threat underlying it.
The chatter stopped.
The woman swept a look through the rows of girls, "I am your coach. You don't have the right to know my name yet, since as of right now, you are still puny brats with no respects for the sport." The woman stopped and smiled in a twisted way. Her lip curled up, showing her white teeth.
Behind Sayuri, a bunch of girls groaned loudly.
"Wow, Rika-chan, our coach really is a psychop-
Suddenly, a pair of scissors whizzed through the air with so much force it embedded itself into the board behind the talking girls. A few of them shrieked so loudly, it was a mystery Sayuri was deaf yet. The three frightened girls watched in horror as the coached brushed past them nonchalantly to retrieve her scissors.
"Che, missed."
Even Sayuri was shaken, though not an inch of fright showed on her face. However inside, belive me, she was as scared as a lost chihuahua. That woman scared the living daylights out of her.
After regaining her place up front, the coach grabbed her megaphone and brought it to her mouth.
Oh god, Sayuri thought, her voice was already loud enough!
"Do you want to win?" the coach stopped her screeching to examine the club members' faces. Most of them were either blank or frightened, "Listen up, Teikou's policy is to win! Losers are looked down upon! If you're not prepared to do everything to ensure victory," her voice dropped down a few octaves as she lowered her megaphone, "you can leave now."
Half of the club members filed off the field. Sayuri was seriously considering in joining them. Everything for the win? What sort of rubbish policy is that?
However something held Sayuri back.
Hardening her resolve, she stayed, albeit a bit unwillingly.
The coach folded her arms behind her back and smirked deviously while inspecting the remaining members.
"Well then, let's start with the training. Welcome to the club, I am Akashi Kamiko and I shall be your coach."
AN/ :
Chapter 2 consider it DONE.
Now I'm going to hibernate for a week until I feel guilty and decide to update again.
I love you guys.