CAPTAINSUPERGAY: I'M LOVE YOU IN EVERY PLATONIC WAY POSSIBLE...but seriously, thanks~ I'll be using plenty of cursing, but too much...otherwise it'll sound like some crack fic. teehee.
Chapter 2 – Elina's POV
Pink. Pink. PINK?!
Although the architecture is pretty cool, THE FUCKING BUILDING IS PINK. I turn to walk away from the building when Suma catches hold of my wrist and drags me along.
"Suma, FUCK NO, I'll die if I go to a school that's pink!" I moan and whinge, but to no avail.
"Oh shut it. Even though Haruhi's going to show us around on Monday, we can use today to check in with the principal or superintendent or whatever." She continues to drag me like a sack of potatoes while I observe her outfit. She bows under her conservative upbringing and wears a simple tshirt and capris. I keep trying to make her more reckless and free now that the pressures of being in an Indian family are gone….temporarily. Suma tries, really. We might just have to go on a shopping spree…OH, we can get Haruhi to come along. Hmmmm, maybe…..
"Ok, we're here. We both need to be mature, and I know you are, Elina, but we don't know what type of person we're dealing with." I sigh knowingly and march on with her.
We enter a well-decorated office with a huge portrait of a blonde family behind the desk. The man at the desk stands up presumably to greet us and I see Suma hold her hand out to shake his. I struggle to hold in my giggles at Suma's face as the superintendent takes her hand and kisses it like a gentleman. It's between surprise and WHAT THE HELL IN GOING ON? This guy's already getting on my good side.
"I'm Suoh-san! You two must be the girls that are transferring in. Such beautiful ladies, both of you~ Come, come! Sit down for we have much to discuss." He takes a large folder out of one of his drawers, and pulls out our info. "Suma Suranya and Elina Pan, both second-years. Okay the both of you are in the same classes for Advanced English, Japanese Language and Culture as a history replacement, Advanced Calculus, Advanced Physics, and one empty slot for an elective. Here's a list." I take the paper and glance through the numerous courses.
"Su-su, what do want to take?" My awful nickname snapped her out of her lingering shock over Suoh-san's forward nature.
"Hmmm, let's take Pottery. We haven't tried that yet."
"That's great! Now, for the uniforms, this is how they look like." The boys' uniform is a stunning suit/tie combo and the girls' uniform is a vomit-yellow monstrosity. Both of us shudder at the thought of wearing the dress daily, and pointed to the boys' uniform. "Really? I must say that it comes as no surprise. You're both too graceful and womanly to settle for a girls' uniform~" Both of us sweatdrop. Ehhh, I wonder, is he Tamaki's dad? Their last names….THEY MUST BE. Pffft, no wonder there's such a resemblance. Harmless, and too weird to be quirky. Suma just gives me a startled look. Looks like she figured out the relationship as well.
A woman with measuring tape comes through the door and we let ourselves be measured. She practically pulls our new clothes out of nowhere and leaves just as quickly.
"Oh, and before I forget, you both have to join at least once club as a requirement. Do it at your leisure in the next week or so. Have fun at Ouran~" We hightail it out of the office with a forced smile.
I break out in a fit of giggles as we make our way out of the school. "PAH, I can see where Tamaki gets his genes. Hey, Su-su we're gonna dress up like the suits like in Men in Black." I finger the soft material as Suma shoots me an amused grin and laughs.
"Well, we'll be Men in Blue then. Black is so last year." I snort and link arms with her.
"Su-su?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we shop for new clothes?"
"…fine."
YES! I jump on her back for an impromptu piggy-back ride and Suma grudgingly goes along with it.
"Just think of it as part of your fitness regimen."
"Fitness regimen, my ass. You just want to be carried." She feints dropping me, and I cling more to her.
"DON'T DO THAT! Damn it, I don't need to break something."
"If anything's gonna break, it'll be my back."
"Let's grab Haruhi! She's seems like she doesn't have enough girl time."
Suma pouts as she carries me out the front gate and towards home. Elina spends three minutes trying to persuade Haruhi to go shopping with them, before her transgender dad, Ranka-san comes out of nowhere (Hello, warning please?) and basically kicks Haruhi out of the door, telling her to have fun. He also gives us a standing invitation for dinner. Damn it, I want a parent like him.
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We make our way to the mall, and I lead them to sniff out all the trendy stores, grabbing some shorts for myself. I notice Suma take out multiple loose funky and smart-aleck tank tops and floral skirts, and I smile knowingly. Haruhi, on the other hand, simply wanders, never stopping at one thing. Su-su and I end up getting a formal dress just in case something comes up, and Su-su points out Haruhi, who keeps glancing at the price tag on a dark blue cocktail dress. Eventually, Su-su sneakily adds it to our haul to buy it for her. It's times like this, I remember how much of a kind and caring person Suma can be. She's done so much for me, it's unbelievable.
"Elina, you ok?" Suma frowns. Shit.
"Haha, just thinking~" She lightens up. I should be more careful around her. No need to worry her over nothing. Distraction, distraction, distraction—FOUND IT. "Su-su, I see some quality sports bras over there, COME ON~"
As the both of us browse through the selection, Haruhi awkwardly stand there. Suma, obviously deducts the reason why.
"You know, many girls are late bloomers. Don't worry about a small chest at such an age." Haruhi blushed tomato-red.
"It's okay Haru! We A-cups need to stick together~ Su-su's the odd one out, she's a C." I pout at her, while Suma sticks her tongue out at me.
"Say, Haru, those boys visited you from the Host Club yesterday, are you going out with one of them?" Haruhi's eyebrow twitches at the nickname and goes into a seizure at the question. Too easy.
"NO, WHY WOULD I? THEY'RE ALL RICH BASTARDS WHO MANIPULATE OTHERS!"
Suma adds from behind an aisle, "Denial~" Poor, Haruhi, she's just in absolute shock at our straightforwardness. Her horrified look makes me want to hug her.
"We were just joking, Haru! But if Suma does end up being right (like always) and you like one of them, we're here to listen to you. We'll be your adoptive older sisters, k~" Suma reassures Haruhi with a soft smile as she leans against the aisle. Haruhi gives us an annoyed look, and we glomp her, laughing hysterically.
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It's 6 in the fucking morning. Fucking jet-lag. Suma's practically death on legs and I'm basically sleep walking. We eventually make ourselves presentable in our new uniforms but gave up with our ties, leaving them around our necks as we head out. It's 7 when we ring Haruhi's bell, and she came out ready like a fucking daisy.
"You too awake for 7 in the morning. You're a monster." I accuse with a deadpan expression.
Suma miraculously remembers about the dress we bought and shoves the bag in front of Haruhi's face without a word.
"What's this?"
"Dress." Ahh, Su-su's too tired for sentences. Haruhi takes it out and begins to protest.
"Stop."
"Haruhi, we may not look like it buuuuut weeee'reeeee wellllll off. We have more than enough money to spare." I struggle to get all of that out through a jaw-breaking yawn.
Haruhi just sighs, muttering, "Rich bastards."
"Correction: upper middle class bitches… Fine, you can owe us a favor if you want."
"Ties." Haruhi seems to notice the scraps of cloth that were supposed to be folded into ties, and grudgingly does them for us.
"Let's go." Su-su's in the two-word stage now.
The three of us sludge our way to Ouran Academy, when I trip over my own feet in my drowsiness. Suma stops immediately, takes my messenger bag, and bends over in front of me.
"Get on."
"But, Suma, you're too tired—"
"Shut up." I hid a small smile and cling to her back, my 5 foot 2 inch slim stature to her 5 foot 9 inch solid one. She ends up carrying me through the entire tour, as Haruhi explains the layout of Ouran in detail. We stop at a garden with what seems like a shrub maze, and Suma starts to falter in her gait.
"Suma, you're going to take a goddamn nap right now."
"Elina, no—"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Suma sighs in resignation and lays down on a nearby bench with her head in my lap and her long legs dangling off the other end of the bench. Her breath slows and shallows, and I know she's asleep.
A whisper broke the new silence. "You guys are really close, aren't you? How long have you been friends?" Haruhi sat on the opposite bench with a novel in hand.
"Since middle school, I believe. We actually first bonded over a stupid anime, but our friendship evolved over time. As for our closeness, let's just say we've both been through rough experiences and learned the hard way that we could only trust each other. That's why she gets really overprotective sometimes. She thinks it was her fault. That's not to say I don't act the same way sometimes. Maybe we'll tell you in time…once we're ready to." She nodded in acceptance and cracked her novel open to read.
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Suma wakes up to see me playing with her long, thick Indian hair. I swear you can do anything with it, mustaches, beards, the whole shebang. I give her an innocent smile and offer to braid her now messy hair before the first bell rings in 15 minutes. Su-su just rolls her eyes and sits up to let me do my work.
Haruhi, who had left a while ago, is running towards us with something in hand. She holds out some fruits and juice. Apparently she thought that we didn't have time to eat something for breakfast. Su-su's eyes widen and she looks at Haruhi in awe. Next thing I know, she's hugging the hell out of Haruhi, repeatedly thanking her for such a holy thing like food. I join the hug with just as much enthusiasm, and Haruhi is confused beyond all comprehension. I just had to take pity on her.
"Eh, Haru, looks like you've figured out our weakness."
"What?"
"FOOD!" Suma's already halfway through her portion, and glares at me so that I'd hurry, too.
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We eventually make our way to the front of the school and Suma protectively walks behind us. Haruhi groans in annoyance but knows to not say anything.
"Haru, can you walk us to our homeroom? We'll be able to take it from there."
We're literally 10 feet away from the 2-1 homeroom door when a blonde blur launches towards us. Haruhi, fortunately, leans down to pick up something, unaware of everything. This situation left Suma in the crossfire, and she ends up with an armful of crazy blonde, otherwise known as Tamaki.
"HARUHI! IT'S SO LOVELY TO SEE YOU! DID YOU COME TO SAY GOOD MORNING? AHHH, SOO CUTE!" Too Suma's horror, he seems to be nuzzling her chest, probably thinking it's Haruhi's head. Ahh, height differences and perceptions, what a pain in the ass. In this case, a hilarious pain in the ass.
Haruhi looks up, presumably to yell the idiot's head off, and becomes red in the face as she struggles to not laugh out loud at the sight in front of her. Screwing restraint, I let my laughs out as Suma smirks as Idiot Tamaki notices that something's wrong.
"And to think... you just hide behind an innocent persona, don't you?..." Tamaki flinches and launches himself backwards with a horrified look.
"Tono, you've really got to stop molesting people. First Haruhi, now HEY, IT'S YOU!" And the wonder twins made their appearance. They start to tease Tamaki for all of the pervert-like things, picking up where Su-su started. Then, fucking fate/destiny/LIFE decided that we should meet the rest of the crew. This time a blonde blur crashes into me gushing about how Su-su and I looked so cute walking, or rather when I was carried, around school.
"Wait, how come you saw that? It was like WAY before school started."
"Ne~ Takashi and I come early so that he can practice Kendo." He pointed to a tall, somewhat tan boy in the back.
"Ah." Pfft, he's just like Su-su when she's tired. Opposites, maybe?
"I'm Haninozuka Mitsukini and that's Morinozuka Takashi. Call us Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai~ We're in class 3-1." He's too cute to be 18, there's got to be a twist. Maybe's he's into roleplay or has a foot fetish or something. No one can be 18 and that cute and innocent, HELL, I'm only 17 and I'm far from innocent.
Suma comes towards me, fixing her roughed up jacket, "Hey, Elina, we should get goi-", and notices Hunny and Mori. She immediately bows down awkwardly, "Nice to meet you!"
"Suma-chan~ Can we call you that?" She reluctantly nods. "You really should watch yourself when you carry someone for that long!"
She mutters, "I knew someone was watching us."
"Hmm." Seriously, I could sense the you-should-be-careful tone in one syllable.
Suma nervously waves it off and laughs, "It's alright! Thank you both for your concern."
"Ne, Takashi, doesn't Suma-chan look cute when she does that?" I KNEW IT, THE TWO-FACED MAN/BOY. Ugh, why am I even surprised he looks like someone who likes putting people in awkward situations.
"...ah." Even Mori feels awkward, and I swear, if Suma didn't have warm brown Indian skin, she'd be red from embarrassment. No one's immune to them.
What an exciting way to start the first day of school.
Oh, who am I kidding, it's JAPAN.
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While, the Title and Summary are still smeh, I'll change it eventually if needed...
Oh, and PAIRINGS PEOPLE. I was thinking Elina/Kyouya and Suma/Mori, but I need feedback, ANYTHING.
Bye for now~