Second part (forgot to mention it takes place after the series and includes other pairings. meh not sorry :/) Again any feedback would be great!
The bell rang, and students shuffled into their seats, as the teacher strode into the room. Daichi and Hibki took their usual seats next to each other, as Io took hers at the front of the row Hibiki was in. As the lecture began, the two boys made eye contact, each reading the other's expression.
Looking for her notebooks, Io rummaged through her school bag, flipping past papers. Then, something caught her eye: a yellow envelope. She hadn't put that in, had she? Sliding it out, she turned it over for a name but found none. Who could've slipped this into her bag? She looked for her pair of scissors to open it, but hesitated.
As she stared at it, she decided to wait until the end of this period to open it. She needed to pay attention to the lecture.
"Aw, man, she's not opening it," Daichi quietly groaned, watching Io from the back of the room. Hibiki shrugged. They would just have to wait.
But by the end of first period, Io had pushed the envelope to the back of her mind. Once the bell rang, she was already finishing up her notes and moving onto the next subject.
"Is she opening it yet?" Hibiki asked, trying to look around the students in front of him.
"No, not yet," Daichi mumbled, nervously. "Geez, what is she waiting for?"
Hibiki patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry, man. It'll happen."
Suddenly, Daichi's cell phone buzzed loudly and blared his ringtone of Hatsune Miku's "World is Mine." The teen jumped then quickly fished it out of his bag, muttering apologies and swearing that he'd put it on silent earlier.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Bitch, this is Airi. Is the liner in the panties? Repeat: is the liner in the panties?"
"What? Um, yeah, Nitta has the envelope."
"Daichi, you asshole, use the code! Just say that the liner is in the damn panties!"
The boy cringed at the loud feedback from Airi's yelling. "But that sounds a lot worse. Makes me sound like some kind of pervert."
"But that wouldn't be wrong, would it? Has she read it?"
"No," Daichi said dejectedly.
The girl on the other end audibly sighed. "Seriously? We'll just have to wait, then. But, the operation cannot be held back. Continue as planned."
When lunchtime rolled around, the three teens headed up to the rooftop as usual. Then, Io suddenly remembered the letter in her bag. Glancing at the two boys in nervousness, she excused herself before running to the ladies' room to open it in privacy. As the timid girl ran back down the stairs, Hibiki and Daichi looked at each other knowingly before continuing up.
Locking herself in a stall, Io hastily pulled out the envelope and ripped open the top. Inside was a ticket and a letter. The letter read: To Nitta Io, There's a new movie premiere that looks interesting tonight and I have an extra ticket. Care to come with me? If so, meet me at the school's flagpole at six thirty wearing something sexy. Yours truly, your secret stalker
Upon closer inspection, Io saw that the ticket was for…a porno flick? The movie title read, Schoolgirl BDSM 2: Extracurricular Activities. Io blushed profusely, her face and neck flushing dark red. Although horrified, she felt a strange curiosity. No doubt some pervert with no life had sent this to her, but she should probably go confront him. And sic the police on them.
Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Daichi munched nervously on his sandwich. Io had probably went to open the letter and have read its contents by now. Of course, he hadn't been the one to write the letter or pick out the movie; he'd inevitably screw it up. He'd entrusted that to Airi and Yamato. Now that he thinks about it, that was a really bad idea. Remembering he has the other ticket, he pulled it from his pocket to see what it was. He choked on his sandwich when he read the title.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Hibiki asked, noticing his friend coughing and gasping.
Once he managed to swallow the lump of sandwich in his throat, Daichi shoved the ticket in his Hibiki's face and cried, "Yamato gave us tickets for a porn movie! That ASSHOLE!"
Hibiki couldn't help but laugh despite the situation. "Well, that should make things a lot more interesting. And, you know, help with some kinky sex for afterwards."
The brunette angrily shoved Hibiki. "It's not funny, dammit! Io is so going to turn me down! Now she really will think I'm a pervert."
Coincidentally, Io just happened to walk in on their conversation at that exact moment. Saying hello to them, she took a seat near the railing and pulled out her lunch box. It was a while later when she was enjoying a rice ball that she noticed how quiet the two boys were being. And then she saw the slight flush on each of their faces as they avoided making eye contact with her.
"Honestly, you two," Io cried, "Will you stop talking about my chest size behind my back?"
Daichi's watch beeped at the half hour. As of right now, it was six thirty. He stood under the flagpoles, absentmindedly watching the growing shadows. He nervously folded and unfolded his tickets. After nagging Yamato about his choice of movie, he bought two seats for some new princess movie called Freeze or Frozen or whatever. All girls like princess movies, right? He had also bought a small box of chocolates to give her afterwards to make up for whatever the letter had said. Out of anxiety, Daichi checked his watch again. Io should be coming any moment now.
He finally heard footsteps a few minutes later. But they didn't sound dainty and small like Io usually did. Instead, they were more loud and fast and heavy. Like someone running. Before he knew what hit him, a horde of policemen mobbed Daichi, forcing him to the ground and handcuffing him. Shocked beyond speech, Daichi spotted Io standing a few feet away. When they made eye contact and recognized each other, Io looked surprised and hurriedly ran up to her crowd.
"Oh my god, Shijima?" Io cried. "Wait! Stop! He's my friend!"
"Eighty four percent of victims of date rape knew their attackers." A random policeman spouted out a statistic meant to justify their continuation.
"Please get off him already!"
By the time Io explained the situation and the policeman had left begrudgingly, Daichi was still a little dazed. As she helped him to his feet, she asked, "So you were the one who slipped the letter in my bag?"
Swallowing thickly, Daichi laughed nervously. "Um, yeah, I was. And, sorry about that ticket. I got the wrong movie and didn't notice it until afterwards." He felt like he was mumbling but couldn't seem to get rid of the dry feeling in his mouth.
"Oh, I see," Io said blankly, deciding not to ask about the strange wording of the letter. Now she understood. This was a joke Hibiki and Daichi were playing on her. The small girl felt embarrassed and yet relieved. Yes, she had called out half the police force to assault her best friend, but it was all resolved in the end, right? The two teens stood in awkward silence for a moment before Io muttered goodbye and turned to head home.
"Nitta, wait!" Daichi called out.
The green-haired girl paused. "What is it?"
The teen hesitated. "Um…I bought two new tickets for a different movie, and…it would be a waste if I didn't use them," he finished lamely, mentally kicking himself.
Io turned around to stare at Daichi in surprise. He certainly seemed sincere, the way he was blushing. Quickly scanning the area for Hibiki or any other of their friends, Io began to think that maybe this wasn't really a joke. Looking back to Daichi, she saw the nervousness in his brown eyes and his unconfident posture, untypical of him. Finally, she smiled and replied, "Yes, it would. I'd be glad to go with you, Shijima."
Daichi and Io made it to the movie theater and sat down without event. But of course, the whole gang had been following them since the school. Namely Hibiki and Airi were the most enthusiastic while Jungo and Yamato trailed behind.
"My God, they're not holding hands. Why aren't they holding hands?" Airi whined, watching the two friends walk down the street.
"Of course they aren't," Hibiki whispered back. "They're both way too shy. And this is their first date."
"Can I go home?" Yamato asked for the umpteenth time that evening. "I really do have a lot of work to do."
"No, you bastard," Airi snapped, "Which is more important? Your friends' relationship or a page of math homework? Wait, on second thought, don't answer that." Yamato sighed in resignation as they continued on. Jungo just stood up straighter and resumed following Airi.
While walking to the theater and trying to make conversation with Io, Daichi had the nagging feeling that he was being followed. He knew he probably was and he would cuss Hibiki out for it later. But for now, as long as things went smoothly, he could enjoy his date.
As the movie rolled through its opening scenes, Daichi found that his arm had slipped itself onto the back of Io's chair. So for the next two hours, it stayed there, petrified like a rock, scared that if he made the slightest movement, Io would feel something touching her fluffy green hair and she would snap his arm in two. But Io was so absorbed in the movie she even forgot she was there with Daichi. She wouldn't have noticed if a serial killer was murdering all the people behind her. After all, all girls like princess movies.
Finally, the ending credits scrolled down the screen and Daichi tried to nurse feeling back into his numb arm. However, Io was practically glowing, and she threw her arms around her brunette friend. "That was really fun," she beamed. "Thank you so much, Shijima!" Said male blushed and reluctantly hugged the small girl back.
"What's wrong with him?" Airi groaned, watching the display of affection from the back row of the theater. "Don't just hug her, you idiot. Put some oomph in it."
"Oomph?" Hibiki echoed. "You mean like something suggestive?"
"He could grab her ass. Girls like that, right?"
"Shut up, Yamato. You're ruining the moment."
"All right then," Airi interrupted. "Is Phase Three prepared and ready to go?"
The three teens nodded, and the group silently filed out.
To be continued...
The OOCness could not be contained.