Okay, so this is a fanfic that I'm currently working on. I'm trying to stick to characters' true personalities, so I'll be throwing in my own character so I don't disrupt that balance. I'm also trying to keep it so that there is correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation. But there may be some mistakes because I'm writing this on notepad (I like using notepad for fanfics, don't ask why...). I'll be uploading chapters within this post (so you don't have to search around posts) and since I get writer's block often please be patient for chapter updates! ^__^
This fanfiction has no specific pairing. No Tadamu, Amuto, Rimahiko, whatever. The story mainly revolves around my character, Yuki, Ikuto, Amu, and the Embryo. And no, my character is not hooking up with Ikuto, she's just friends with him. ;D
Honorofics will be used (ie: -san, -sama, -chan, -kun) and I believe I threw in an author's note in chapter one explaining the honorifics or something related to that. And I'm also writing names as "last, first" instead of "First, last."
Watanabe Yuki has just recently moved to Tokyo, Japan for her mother's modeling business. As she lives in the modeling life which she detests, she and her shugo chara, Hikaru, meet new and interesting people. She meets the Guardians: Hinamori Amu, Hotori Tadase, Yuiki Yaya, Fujisaki Nagihiko, and Mashiro Rima. She also gets to meet a pawn of Easter who is coincidentally her classmate, Tsukiyomi Ikuto, and his famous sister, Hoshina Utau. As Yuki begins to get to know everyone, she learns more about this thing called the "Embryo," and this is where the story truly begins. What exactly is the Embryo, and why is everyone in such a struggle to grasp this mysterious power? What is the true purpose of the Embryo?
As I waited in the train, I looked over to where Hikari was silently sleeping on the chair in front of me. She was so tiny, she was barely five inches tall and her large head and eyes made her seem even smaller. Hikari had been my shugo chara since I was 10 years old. I can remember the exact day that I discovered her egg and she hatched, too. It happened six years ago, yet the vision was so vivid in my mind:
"What... is this?" I picked up an egg with a red, green, black, and yellow plaid pattern and a cartoon skull drawn in the middle. It looked in no way intimidating. The egg had appeared right on my desk where I had fallen asleep trying to finish my mass amount of homework. My mother had just recently created her own modeling agency, and believe it or not I was one of her top models. Ever since I started working as a model my spare time had been slowly decreasing, making me stay up late at night to finish my homework.
I inspected the egg as thoroughly as I could, though there wasn't much to inspect. It was nothing more than a smooth egg with a designed shell. Though the egg was different. It was completely smooth all over and was shiny, normal eggs had small bumps on its shell and were dull in comparison to this one. At first I thought that the design was painted on, but the design was too well done and symmetrical to be hand-painted. When I began to suspect that it was a red herring, I realized that the egg was actually warm. And although I didn't know much about science or biology, I knew that something was bound to be born inside of it.
That morning I was in a rush to get ready for school. My homework was complete for the most part, the only part that was incomplete were a few problems here and there. I was still curious about the egg, and I didn't want Takano-san to discover it so I ended up wrapping it in a fuzzy cloth and bringing it to school with me. If any of the kids at school saw it, I was more likely to get off the hook saying that it was some toy my mother had bought for me.
"Yuki-chan!" My best friend at the time, Miyo-chan, greeted me that afternoon during lunch. I had been spacing out all day long, and I just couldn't focus on anything.
I came back to reality and replied, "Good morning, Miyo-chan!"
"'Good morning?'" Miyo-chan tilted her head to the side. "Yuki-chan, it's already afternoon!"
Miyo-chan was always in a good mood whenever I saw her. Her short blonde hair and bright hazel eyes only brought her into being the stereotypical prep. Although, at the time, I was not too aware of cliques and such.
"Yuki-chan, are you okay?" Miyo-chan asked me. "You've been spacing out all day long, what're you going to do if you fall behind?"
At the time, I was a complete crybaby. I would cry about everything that I didn't like. I whined, "I can't help it. Modeling takes too long and if I don't do my homework then I'll get a bad grade, and if I get a bad grade then Okaa-sama will scold me..."
"'Okaa-sama?'" Miyo-chan gasped. "You really call your mom 'Okaa-sama?' I just call my mom 'Mama' and she's totally fine with it."
(a/n: In Japanese, their honorifics are added to the end of names. -chan is used for close friends, -san is formal for people you don't know or people you respect, -sama is for people you highly respect such as Gods or perhaps a boy you warship, and -kun is used for boys who are of either equal or lower status than you.)
"Anyways, Yuki-chan," Miyo-chan had been extermely concerned for me back in grade school. She was always worried that I was working too hard or that I wasn't enjoying life enough. "You should quit your modeling job. It's only tiring you."
"It's what Okaa-sama wants..." I laid my head down on my desk as I mumbled my statement. I really wanted to quit modeling. I absolutely hated it, and I wanted it to stop immediately. However, I knew that my mother would be disappointed if I quit, so I just couldn't quit... I just wanted to be free...
"Miyo-san! Could you help us with something?" A classmate asked from across the room.
"Sure!" Miyo-chan smiled politely at her. "Later then, Yuki-chan!" She left optimistically as she went over to the other girls in our class.
I wasn't really listening to their conversation, but I did watch them. Miyo-chan and the other girls seemed so happy and carefree. I took the egg out of my book bag and stared at it while thinking about my current situation. My entire life was revolving around something that I hated doing and wanted to quit doing. But... I just couldn't find the courage to do that. I wanted the courage to be able to set myself free from this entire mess. I just wanted it to be over.
The egg popped open, and a little five-inch character came out. She had shoulder-length brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a black newsboy cap, a red and white striped tube top, white arm warmers, a pair of blue skinny jeans, and black sneakers. She gave me a mischevious smile and while putting out her hand she said, "If you want to be free, then I'll help you!"
That was the day Hikari was born. It was also the day which made my future so bright, yet so dark.
Chapter One: A Warm Welcome? (3/6/09)
"Ah, we're finally here!" I was relieved when I finally got off of the train.
Hi! I'm Watanabe Yuki. You can just call me Yuki if you'd like! I'm currently 16 years old and I am currently not attending school (though I'm trying to change that.). As of now I work for my mother's modeling agency which has its homebase in Tokyo. I'm currently on a business trip to a town not as crowded and loud as Tokyo for the time being.
Hikari flew over to me and exclaimed, "Yuki-chan! Let's go to the arcade or something! I heard this place has a lot of cool--"
"Hikari!" I snapped at her. "We can't go around and have fun all of the time! I have to go to work right away, or have you forgotten?"
"No... I didn't forget..." Hikari looked at me with disappointment. "I was just thinking that you never had any fun, so I wanted to help..."
I couldn't help but smile sweetly at Hikari. As my shugo chara, she was born when I got the feeling that I wanted to be free-spirited and to have fun just like the kids at school. I could never get mad at Hikari, because I knew that the only reason she was so carefree was because I wanted her to be that way, and because I wished to be that way.
"Watanabe-san!" My manager, Kawabe Sayuri, came running up to me. She was wearing her usual black trousers and blazer and her sandy blonde hair fell just a few inches above her shoulders. Kawabe-san was a nice person, but I just didn't think she was cut out to be a manager. She oftenly forgot a few different things and was always such a klutz. Even so, I never asked for a different manager.
"Hello, Kawabe-san!" I smiled at her. We still adressed each other politely, sometimes it made me wonder if we were even close at all or if Kawabe-san was just too shy to call me Yuki or Yuki-chan.
She was breathing heavily as she asked, "How was your train ride, Watanabe-san?"
I replied back, "It was all right. But we should probably get going."
I pulled my little red suitcase behind me. There wasn't much inside of it. I had some shirts, some bottoms, underwear, and a few other essentials like my cell phone charger. I was planning on buying all of my washroom needs and food when I got into town, since I was trying to start fresh in this town. I didn't expect to live here forever, but I wanted to live here for awhile.
"You're right, Watanabe-san." Kawabe-san laughed nervously as we started to leave the train station.
Did I also forget to mention that Kawabe-san always ends her sentences in "Watanabe-san" whenever she speaks to me? I sometimes wonder if it's some speech impedement that she developed while hanging around me. I'm not sure if they have some Manager's 101 which says these random rules like "Always end your sentences with your client's name" and such, but it seemed like Kawabe-san was always trying to follow these unwritten rules.
When we got to the studio, I did my usual thing. The photographers often tried to flatter me, telling me that I was the pro of pros. However, I knew that there were models who were a ton better than I was. I knew that I could improve, but the only way I could improve was to start to love modeling. That was something that I never planned on doing.
"Watanabe-sama, that's enough for today." The photographer told me while he put his camera on a nearby table.
Also, everyone who tried to please me always called me "Watanabe-sama." Whenever I heard people adressing actors or singers, they always used their first name and -chan. I even heard other models who were called by their first name all of the time. So why was I so different?
Then I remembered, my mom practically ran this entire shin dig. She owned the probably most successful modeling agency in all of Japan, so wasn't it natural that I would get the utmost respect, being her daughter and all? Well, even though my mother expect the highest respect, I didn't expect anything like that at all. If anything, I just wanted to be normal.
I washed off my make up and got changed into the clothes that I had arrived in. I put a black newsboy cap and a pair of black sunglasses on. Although it was not much, it would keep the number of people recognizing me to a minimum. A lot of girls in Japan have long black hair and a fringe like I do, so it was not too hard to blend in.
I look over to Kawabe-san who seemed to be semi-distracted, thinking it was my perfect chance to sneak out. I said, "Kawabe-san, it was nice working with you--"
"Watanabe-san!" Kawabe-san looked over at me with a ghastly look on her face. "You know you can't go! Your mother will scold me if she heard about this!"
"Well," I knew Kawabe-san was a complete and utter push over. I could always get my way if she was my manager. "Let's just put analyze what you said. You said that my mom would scold you 'if she heard about this.' Therefore, my mother is too busy in America right now to care about what I do. And to make my point, my mother could care less if I go home by myself. Plus, I have my cell phone and my cell phone has GPS so I won't get lost. Kawabe-san, you worry too much! Bye-bye!"
I quickly left as Kawabe-san tried to analyze everything I had just said. Knowing her she'd take forever to realize that I had left.
As soon as we were out of the studio, Hikari bothered me once more, "Yuki-chan! Let's go have fun now!" Hikari flew over so she was hovering right in front of me.
"Hikari! I still have to get tonight's dinner and I have to find my new apartment or else I'll be completely out in the dark, please just wait until my next day off for fun!" I snapped at her. I hated getting angry at Hikari, but since Hikari was always suggesting that we have fun I found it hard to be patient with her.
The sun was beginning to set. The town was filled with all different types of people. Grade schoolers, high schoolers, business men, business women, and people who were just there to have fun. The life of an average person seemed like so much fun, I often wished that I had that kind of life. However... I knew that that was nothing more than mere fantasy.
I felt myself bump into something ahead of me. "Ow..." I looked up to see a male probably in his late teens or early twenties. He had longish reddish brown hair and intimidating brown eyes. He looked down at me with a mischevious glare. And no, it was not a "sexy" mischevious glare. It was the "creepy-as-hell" mischevious glare. His eyes stared down into me as if he could see into my soul.
"Hey, nee-chan," The man had a voice that was a tad high for a man and it was shaky. Not a scared shaky, but a don't-mess-with-me shaky. "what's wrong? You lost?"
(a/n: nee-chan is normally a term for an elder sister that you're close with, but in Japanese it has a double meaning which can either mean big sister or babe. In this case, the man is using the babe meaning.)
"Nope, I'm actually just fine!" I forced a smile onto my face. No way in the world did this man deserve that smile, but I decided that it would be the best way to get away without making a scene. If anyone noticed that I was Watanabe Yuki... well, let's just say that it'd be bad news.
"Hey, what do you say we go get a couple of drink somewhere, nee-chan?" The man grabbed my arm and held it up high so I wouldn't be able to move. He got really close and into my face, as if trying to see through me.
Hikari flew right into the pervert's face and yelled, "Hey! Let go of Yuki-chan!" Of course, the pervert had no chance of hearing Hikari, but I did appreciate her effort.
"Let me go!" I cried, trying to break away, but his grip was too strong. The people around us didn't seem to notice. However, they did notice. I knew that they noticed, they just didn't want to get involved themselves. It was the selfish way in which the human heart worked, survival came before the wellfare of others.
The pervert snickered. He looked up and went, "Eh, what's your problem? Wanna fight?"
I knew that the pervert wasn't talking to me. Obviously someone from the outside had decided to step in for a change. Since the pervert was gripping my arm so tightly, I couldn't turn around to see who it was. Whomever it was, I was eternally grateful that they were actually helping me instead of just walking past like the rest of them.
I heard a small, quick chuckle coming from behind. Either the person trying to help me was someone who was completely confident in his abilities, or he was someone that wanted me all for himself. Oh dear Lord, please let it be the first one!
"Come on, punk, let's go!" The pervert let go of my arm and I could finally turn around to see who was trying to help me.
When I saw him, I could've sworn that my eyes needed to be checked. A slim, toned boy probably around my age, sixteen, was standing right behind me with a mischevious smile on his face. And yes, it was the sexy mischevious smile, not the creepy kind. He had navy blue hair chopped up into all kinds of layers and his eyes were a shining sapphire. He was truly handsome, and it was hard to believe that he was even part of the human species.
The pervert tried to swing his fist right into the beautiful boy's face, but the boy dodged it with using barely any effort. The pervert began to swing again, and again, and again. The boy's body moved in such a graceful way, even though it was dodging fists going at a high speed. He moved in such a smooth way, just like... just like a cat.
"What the hell!?" The pervert snapped, almost out of breath. "Y-you're not human!" He yelled while pointing at the boy. He turned around and ran like the coward he truly was. My eyes followed him for what seemed like hours, and then I looked back over to the graceful boy.
My loss for words was indescribable. I didn't know if I should thank him or aplogoize or what. Everything had happened so quickly, and he had saved me even though I was a complete stranger to him. Out of all the people that had passed by, he had been the only one that had taken his time to help me.
"Uhm..." I flustered. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble! Thank you so very much!" I exclaimed while I folded my hands and bowed respectfully.
"It was nothing," He said coolly. "Later."
I watched him walk off silently. Only one thought would come into my mind:
He. Is. So. Cool!
But as he walked away, I saw a small figure with cat ears hovering right above his shoulders. A neko shugo chara.
(a/n: neko means cat. I was going to say cat, but neko just sounded better... >.>)
Chapter Two: The Night Before School (3/8/09)
"I wonder who that was?" I wondered aloud.
I had finally gotten home. After the whole incident with the pervert, I went to the convenience store and bought tons of bentous and snacks to get me through the week. Afterwards I headed to my small apartment which Kawabe-san had been kind enough to drop off my luggage while I had been doing my photo shoot.
Most people think that models are obseenly rich and live in expensive mansions. Believe it or not, I was one of the models that was the exact opposite. My mother was extremely rich, not me. I receieved only about 35% of what I make modeling. My mother gets a whopping 50% while Kawabe-san gets her small portion of 15%. Therefore, the apartment I lived in was quite tiny. It had a small bedroom with a walk-in closet, a tiny bathroom, a very cramped laundry room, an average sized balcony, and then the kitchen, dining area, and living room were combined all into the biggest room of the apartment. I didn't mind my small apartment, I actually liked it, but what my idea of the perfect apartment and what other's idea of the perfect apartment are two completely different ideas.
I was lying down on my bed with my feet at the head of the bed and my head at the foot of the bed. All I could fit into my room was my bed, a desk, a tiny hamper, and a small doll house. I used the walk-in closet for all of my clothing and shoes. Which, depsite being a model, didn't take up much room. The room was a tad cramped, but I didn't need too much room. My desk had all sorts of drawers, so I could stash all of my CDs, notebooks, textbooks, and such in there. I used to use one of my desk drawers for stashing my late-night snacks, but since I lived by myself I wouldn't have to. Even back when I "lived" with my mom I didn't even have to hide away my secret stash, but it was always just a precaution.
"Yuki-chan, are you still thinking about him?" Hikari was on sitting in her house, which was a small doll house I had bought, on her couch. When Hikari was born, I had a small doll house that my father had given to me when I was very young. It was coincidentally the perfect size for Hikari. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a large kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and it had a small balcony. Everything was the perfect size for Hikari, so she absolutely adored hanging out in it.
"Somewhat." I replied, not really wanting to give an answer. The boy was so handsome and cool, he even saved me from some pervert; how could I not think about him?
"Could it be love at first sight?" Hikari looked smug with her smile.
I never really lied to Hikari, she was my would-be self. But for some reason, her question stumped me. "I'm not sure..." I finally answered after awhile.
"Why's that?" Hikari tilted her head in curiousity.
I stared up at the ceiling, trying to put the feeling into words, although the statement was simple enough. It rolled off my tongue, "I don't really know what love is."
Hikari zipped over to me so that she was standing on my face. She was practically weightless, so it didn't hurt to have her standing on me like that. She got her face really close to my eyes and said, "Yuki-chan! What are you talking about? I love you tons!"
I sat up straight and held Hikari gently with my right hand. "I know, and I love you too. But we share a special love. It's something that goes deeper than love. I've never truly experienced what the whole deal about love really is." It's hard for me to explain. I loved Hikari with all my might, but I didn't think that the bond between a shugo chara and its master could be expressed as love. It was something deeper. "Love between a man and a woman, love between two siblings... love between parents and their child, I've never truly experienced any of these." I could feel my eyes slowly tearing up. I had felt so lonely before Hikari had come along, and just to be reminded that before Hikari no one truly loved me, it just hurt my heart in so many different ways.
"So..." I could tell that Hikari was trying to change the subject. Her eyes darted around the room and she finally said, "So you start high school tomorrow, right? Are you excited?"
I saw that my new school uniform had caught Hikari's eye. My school uniform was a black dress with a peter-pan collar, puffed shoulders, and the skirt part of the dress was similar to an umbrella, except that it was very flimsy. Around the middle of the dress was a dark grey corset with a maroon ribbon in the middle. With the uniform, I would wear thigh-high dark grey socks that matched the corset and a pair of black flats with a strap. The uniform was quite fashionable, and I really wouldn't mind wearing it.
"Sort of..." I was actually insanely nervous. When I began modeling, I also began home schooling due to my busy schedule, it's been years since I've acutally attended a public school. "I guess you can say I'm anxious."
"Yuki-chan, it'll be okay! I'll be there with you!" Hikari reassured me.
My mind began to wander. Perhaps the boy who had saved me earlier would also attend my school? If he did attend my school, that would be quite ironic. I hadn't really thought of the possibility that he might go to my school. When I had seen him earlier he had been in casual clothing, so there really was no telling if he even went to school.
"Yuki-chan?" Hikari was hovering in front of my face again, trying to bring me back to reality.
"Oh, sorry, I kinda spaced out..." I admitted. "Well, it's time for bed, I don't want to stay up too late!" I smiled at her. I turned off my lights and slipped into bed, trying to get some sleep for the next day.
Chapter Three: Yuki's "Caring" Manager (3/9/09)
(a/n: This is a pretty short and boring chapter, but I wanted to get at least something in. More exciting things will start happening by the next chapter, I promise!)
"Yuki-chan! Yuki-chan!" I could feel my cheeks being pulled harshly.
My eyes slowly opened and I looked up to see Hikari's face directly above my eyes. "Hikahli, hwhat ish it?" I spoke with annoyance. Well, I tried to speak anyway. Since Hikari was pulling on my cheeks it was hard to talk. (a/n: the spelling mistakes in the previous dialogue were intentional...)
"Yuki-chan! You have school today! You're going to be late!" Hikari practically yelled into my face.
I sat up, knocking Hikari off of my face. I looked over to my alarm clock to see that it was already 8:17. I looked straight forward, my eyes were halfway closed and my mouth was a tad open. I tried to comprehend what Hikari had just said. Due to my terrible brain process in the morning I continued to stress my thoughts.
"Eight seventeen..." I mumbled to myself, trying to process the situation I was in. "Eight seventeen..."
"Yuki-chan!" Hikari was right in front of my face again. "School! School! School starts at nine!"
My eyes were now fully open and I blinked a few times. I looked over to my alarm clock, 8:18, then I looked back over to Hikari. I did this a few times until my brain finally figured out what I was supposed to be doing.
"Oh crap!" I exclaimed, jumping straight out of bed. "School! School! School starts at freaking nine!"
"Yuki-chan..." Hikari sighed a you-never-change-do-you sigh.
I ran straight to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth until they were pearly white. I gargled my mouth wash while going to the bathroom really quickly and then I rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands. I ran back into my room and got changed immediately. I brushed straight through my long black hair and fixed my fringe so that it fell straight down as usual. I grabbed my school bag --a small black leather bag that could be used as a messenger bag or a normal backpack-- and put my shoes on once I got to the door. I immediately checked my watch for the time: eight forty-six. Crap. I was seriously going to be late at this rate.
"Hikari! Are you coming?" I called to my shugo chara.
"Yuki-chan! You forgot your phone!" Hikari came zipping over to me. She was carrying a little circular shaped phone. My phone was shaped like sphere cut in half. The flat half of the phone was nothing except for a square shaped screen with the circular arrow key with the OK button, a send button, an end button, and those two selection buttons underneath the bottom left and right corners of the cell phone screen. The flat half could be pushed up so I could answer it and use the numberpad. (a/n: the phone is like Shirley's phone from Code Geass)
"Thanks, Hikari!" I grabbed my phone, turned it off, and shoved it into my bag. I ran out the door and down several flights of stairs until I reached the entrance of the apartment building.
In front of me was a red car that I was oh-so-familiar with.
"Kawabe-san!" I exclaimed with happiness.
"Watanabe-san, do you want a ride to school?" Kawabe-san smiled. If this where some cheesy drama, anime, manga, or fanfiction, an angelic light would completely surround Kawabe-san as angels sung harmoniously.
I squealed a little on the inside and replied, "Yes! I would love one!"
Kawabe-san and I got into her car and I threw my backpack down on the car's floor. Hikari sped up and sat down on my shoulder, she was extremely exhausted because I had run too fast for her. Hikari was rather slow, I suppose it's since she's been sitting around for so long. I partially blame myself for that. I've been so busy lately, it's unbelievable! I checked the time on the car's clock: eight forty-eight. Luckily, with Kawabe-san's car, I could be at school within the next five minutes. Walking, it would take me at least fifteen or twenty minutes to get to school. By car, it only took about five or seven minutes. Yay transportation!
As we drove down to my school, I was reminded why I had never thought about firing Kawabe-san. She was caring. Kawabe-san wasn't some manager who would just through a schedule and work at me, she always did whatever was in my best interest. She always thought of me, which made me feel somewhat wanted in the world. Although... I could never really tell if she was being truly sincere or if my mother was having her be nice to me because it was her job. I could never truly tell if a person was being honestly sincere with me. That's because they were always being sincere because they were sincerely trying to be nice to me so they could get on good terms with my mother or they were sincerely being suck-ups so that I wouldn't get angry with them.
Is wanting someone to be obviously sincere to me too much to ask for?
"There you go, Watanabe-san!" Kawabe-san gave me a soft smile. The car stopped about a block away from school, and there were no students wearing the same uniform as me nearby. Obviously Kawabe-san knew that if others saw me getting out of a bright red car, it would attract attention.
"Kawabe-san," I turned to her. She looked at me questionably. "Thank you." I gave her probably the most warming, sincere smile I have ever given anyone.
Which, trust me, wasn't too warm and sincere. My warm and sincere smile was something you could shake out of a first grader by telling them that you bought them a new doll. I still needed some work on my warm smiles.
I grabbed my bags and got out of the car. Just as I was about to shut the door, Kawabe-san said, "Oh, Watanabe-san, since it's your first day of school and all, your schedule has been cleared. Be sure to enjoy school life!" I nodded my head and shut the door behind me. My watch said that it was eight fifty-four, so I ran the rest of the way until I got to the school's main office.
Chapter Four: New Friends? (3/10/09)
Hey guys! This is a somewhat long chapter, and it's a tad boring in the beginning, but I just wanted to get Yuki's first day out of the way. This will probably be the last boring chapter for awhile, since I'm trying to work out some more exciting things to happen. Please R&R!
“Class, this is Watanabe Yuki-san.” I stood in front of freshman class 1-D as my homeroom teacher, Itou-sensei, introduced me to the class.
All eyes were on me, as much as I hate to admit it, except for one pair of eyes. That pair of eyes belonged to a girl with black bob-cut sitting in the very back. Her dark brown eyes were resting behind a pair of square-framed spectacles. Her eyes were focused on a book that was on her desk rather than me. For some reason, I thanked her inside of my head for taking barely any notice to me.
“Watanabe-san will be joining our class for the rest of the school year. I hope that you will all make her feel welcome.” Itou-sensei carried on in a monotone, as if she did this practically all of the time. Her curly peach colored hair fell past her shoulders, and a pair of hazel colored eyes was sitting behind a pair of circular-framed glasses. She was gorgeous. She opened up a thin black notebook that she had been holding in her right hand. Itou-sensei pushed her glasses a little farther up her nose and asked, “Maebara-san?”
The girl who had been reading looked up from her book. She was actually quite pretty herself, she had that really nice mellow feeling about her. She made me somewhat envious. “Yes Sensei?”
“Does anyone sit behind you?” Itou-sensei asked.
Maebara-san replied, “Washio-kun used to sit there, but he moved away, so no one sits there.”
Did she really need a story to go along with it? Wouldn’t a simple “No” be okay? , I wondered to myself. I don’t know why, exactly, but I had a feeling that I was not going to like Maebara-san…
“Watanabe-san, you’ll be sitting in the back behind Maebara-san.” Itou-sensei informed me.
Yeah, thanks for the helpful information. I could’ve figured that one on my own… The sarcasm within my head was raging. I had been in a good mood up until school started, why that is, I have no idea.
Maybe it had to do with the fact that I was put into the average class. If you don’t know what I mean, I will be more than happy to explain. Okay, so at this high school they divide the classes based on grades and knowledge. The smartest people are randomly split into classes A and B, while the average people are split randomly among classes C and D, and then the idiotic people were split into classes E and F. Is it me, or is that totally bogus? It’s basically saying, “Hey, you’re not too smart. Go to this class!” That’s practically telling student’s that they’re straight up dumb and they don’t have what it takes to be put at the same pace as some of the other students. What the heck?
“Thank you Sensei!” I smiled as politely as I could.
I took my seat behind Maebara-san silently. The average things went through homeroom: attendance, upcoming exams, how we should be studying, and so on. At least, I believe that these were the average things that went on in homeroom. I was never too sure, since the only experience I’ve had with homeroom in high school is from anime and manga.
Then first period kicked off into gear. First hour for us was Japanese grammar. Honestly though, we should all know proper grammar since we are in high school and we do speak the language every day. Then again, what do I know?
“Be sure you study this,” Itou-sensei underlined a simple grammar principle on the blackboard. “It will be on your next exam.”
Wow. Exams based on grammar, how exciting. Gosh, was I ever in a sour mood. I was normally in a relatively good mood, despite hating modeling and my home life, but for some reason today I was just bitter. It was disgusting.
I spaced out more during class. I noticed that the seat next to me was not occupied. I began wondering if anyone sat there. My mind began to wonder back to when Itou-sensei was taking attendance. I believe she said something about the person who sat there. I hadn’t really been paying attention since I had no business with Itou-sensei after getting settled into my new classroom. While I tried to focus my mind on what Itou-sensei had said earlier that morning, I heard my name being called in the classroom.
“Watanabe-san,” Itou-sensei snapped at me. “Could you please try paying attention? It’s your first day and you’re already spacing out like an idiot!”
“I apologize, Sensei,” I apologized, trying to sound as sincere as I could.
“Just don’t let it happen again, you hear?” Itou-sensei sounded like an old grandmother scolding her grandchild. What a poor woman.
I stared down at my notebook and tried to remember what Itou-sensei had said about the person who sat there. It didn’t really matter much to me, but I was bored out of my mind and I needed something to concentrate on.
A name started popping into my head. The surname started with “tsu” I can remember that. I immediately wrote down the hiragana for “tsu” on my paper and began to think a little harder. I wrote down all of the hiragana that would make sense after “tsu.” Finally, another syllable rang a bell, “ki.” I wrote down the hiragana for “ki” write next to “tsu.” So far, all I had was “Tsuki.” I knew that there were two more syllables, but I couldn’t think of what they were. I repeated “Tsuki” in my head multiple times, until I finally started writing every hiragana character that I could. Until eureka! I finally had it! Tsukiyomi! All I had to do was find out Tsukiyomi-san’s given name and I would be on a total roll today!
The bell for first period ended, and I felt a little silly. I had gotten so worked up over a person’s last name that I spent the entire class period trying to figure out what it was. My gosh, I had too much free time…
“Hello!” A girl with dark brown hair that fell down past her shoulders and a side-swept fringe with dark brown eyes came up to me. All of her hair except for her fringe was being held back with a black laced ribbon that was tied up into a bow on the top of her head.
“Oh… hi…” I smiled nervously, closing my notebook shut.
“Were you practicing your hand-writing?” She asked me.
“Oh, yeah… I tend to have messy hand-writing, so I tried to improve during class!” I played along with it, it was better than telling her that I was trying to figure Tsukiyomi-san’s whole name.
“I do that a lot, too! Ma says that if my hand-writing gets too sloppy then I’ll look like a lazy person.” She giggled. “Anyways, I’m Inoue Akko. Please to meet you Watanabe-san!”
Watanabe-san… I swear that cursed name follows me everywhere…
“Please to meet you, too, Inoue-san!” I decided I’d let it go. “Inoue-san, who sits there?” I asked while pointing to the seat next to me.
“Oh!” Inoue-san told me, “That’s Tsukiyomi-kun’s seat!” I felt a little satisfaction knowing that I had gotten his last name right. Victory for Watanabe Yuki! “His full name is Tsukiyomi Ikuto-kun.”
“Tsukiyomi Ikuto-kun…” I said the name aloud once, making sure that I remembered it. I sat all the way at the back in a corner, so the only people I sat by were Tsukiyomi-kun and Maebara-san. I thought that I should at least try and make an effort to get to know them.
“Yeah!” She exclaimed. “Tsukiyomi-kun is probably the most popular guy in the whole school! He’s cute, good-looking, and cool! He’s even good at sports even though he doesn’t participate and he’s really smart, despite being in the C class. If he were to show up more often and apply himself, he could go really far!” Inoue-san spoke as if Tsukiyomi-kun were some type of God among the students.
“So, do you think that he’ll show up today?” I wondered aloud.
Inoue-san put her finger up so it was resting on her chin. She said, “I’m not sure. A lot of the time he just ditches class and sometimes he doesn’t even show up until lunch time!”
“What a strange person…” I mumbled more to myself than Inoue-san. I rested my chin into the palm of my hand and stared at Tsukiyomi-kun’s desk. I wondered what type of person he was.
The bell rang, interrupting my thoughts. Inoue-san and the rest of the students went back to their seats, while I just continued to stare off into oblivion. The day went by pretty quickly, before I knew it, it was already lunchtime. School was extremely boring, I had already learned everything that this class was going over and I sort of wished that I was in the A or B class.
I put my head down on my desk and stared over at Tsukiyomi-kun’s desk. I was really bored, and I began hoping that Tsukiyomi-kun would be a nice, friendly person who talked a lot. If I had to continue my days only talking to Inoue-san, I would have no idea what would become of me.
“Watanabe-san,” Inoue-san and two other girls came up to my desk. I looked up to see that one of the girls was short and had long black hair that fell down to her shoulders and she also had dark brown eyes. The other girl was average height, and had short brown hair and green eyes. “This is Furukawa Kyou.” She gestured over to the girl with green eyes. She gestured over to the other girl and said, “This is Ono Midori.”
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance Watanabe-san.” Furukawa-san slightly bowed her head in respect to me. Once again, the name Watanabe-san was getting to me. Why would no one call me by my first name?
“Midori-chan is pleased to meet you!” Ono-san gave me a big, childish smile. Her short height gave her a childish aura, and she even spoke like a child.
(a/n: When Yuki says that Midori-chan spoke like a child, it's because Midori-chan was speaking about herself in third person. Normally teenagers who try to act childish do this. A perfect example of this is Yaya Yuuiki from Shugo Chara! 8D)
“It’s nice to meet you Furukawa-san, Ono-san.” I nodded my head to both of them.
“Watanabe-san, would you mind if we ate our lunch with you?” Furukawa-san asked politely.
“Well actually, I planned on buying my lunch.” I lied. I forgot my money at home and since I woke up late, I didn’t have enough time to pack a lunch for myself. “I’ll be right back.”
I left the classroom and walked around the school for a little bit. I had no intentions of going back to the classroom until lunch was over. It’s not that I didn’t like the girls I had just met; it’s just that I wanted to be alone.
“Yuki-chan,” Hikari jumped onto my shoulder. “Do you want to go to the roof?”
“Sure.” I replied, trying not to speak too loudly. People were already whispering and pointing at me, so I didn’t want to attract more attention to myself.
Hikari and I made our way up to the roof, where it was completely empty. Students weren’t allowed on the roof, but I was pretty sure that the teachers and staff wouldn’t notice. Besides, there was a tall gate surrounding the entire roof of the school; I couldn’t even jump if I wanted to. As far as I knew, I was completely safe.
“Ah, freedom is finally mine!” I laced my fingers together and stretched out my back.
“Yuki-chan…” Hikari hovered over to me.
“What is it, Hikari?” I looked over to where her eyes were looking.
I saw a boy sitting against the fence. He was several meters to the right of the door where I had come out, so I didn’t see him at first. He had navy blue hair chopped up into all kinds of different layers, without getting too long, and his navy blue hair was accompanied with sapphire colored eyes. He was truly handsome, and his appearance rang a bell.
“It’s you!” I exclaimed, pointing at the boy.
“What do you want?” The boy closed his left eye and looked up at me. He spoke in the same cool tone that the boy from yesterday spoke in.
“Aren’t you the boy from yesterday, the boy who saved me from that pervert?” I asked him.
“Who are you?” He asked me, his voice was deep and it perfectly matched him. If a human being could be perfect, he would be the next best thing.
“I guess it wasn’t you…” I sighed. I had really hoped that he was the boy from yesterday. I walked up to him and crouched down in front of him, pulling my knees close to my body. “So, what are you doing up here?”
“Sleeping,” He replied bluntly.
“While sitting up?” I gave him a doubtful look, but he seemed to ignore it.
“And you?” He didn’t seem too interested, but he was polite enough to return the question.
“I’m ditching some girls from my class. Do you know them? Their names are: Ono-san, Furukawa-san, and Inoue-san.” I didn’t think that he was too interested in anything, but I wanted to make some small talk with someone other than a girl. I never really knew why, but I always got along with boys better than I did girls.
“Yeah,” He replied with his single word. I think the most he’s said in a sentence has only been three or four words.
“Oh yeah, what’s your name?” I realized that I hadn’t gotten his name yet. It was quite rude to continue a whole conversation not knowing each other’s names.
“Tsukiyomi Ikuto.” He replied with the same tone he had been using this entire time. I guess you can call it… an indifferent tone?
“Tsukiyomi-kun…” I said the name to myself once. I realized that he was the boy that was supposed to sit next to me during class! “Tsukiyomi-kun, my name is Watanabe Yuki. I’m also the girl that sits next to you in freshman class 1-D.”
Chapter Five: A Watanabe-san By Any Other Name (3/13/09)
“Watanabe… Yuki?” Tsukiyomi-kun repeated my name, probably making sure that he got it right.
“Yup, that’s right!” I smiled; he seemed to be friendly enough.
“You’re noisy, leave me alone.” That was all he said as he turned away from me.
I froze. Tsukiyomi-kun was not exactly the nicest guy in the world, apparently. “Are you just angry because I woke you up from your nap? Does the kitty need a nap?” I asked sarcastically, laughing at myself on the inside.
“Shut up.” He replied. His voice never left the same apathetic tone he used for every single sentence.
“Tsukiyomi-kun, if you don’t become a little friendlier then people will think that you’re completely anti-social.” I informed him. I didn’t really care whether or not people deemed him as being anti-social, but I wanted somebody to talk to.
He looked back over to me and replied, “So?”
I lost a tad of my patience. I was no expert on social skills but I knew that when making first impressions, one does not want to come off as anti-social; especially if you want to make friends. Well, perhaps this guy didn’t want to make friends?
“Ikuto, nya!” I looked over to see a little shugo chara hovering over towards us. It had navy blue hair like Tsukiyomi-kun’s and bright yellow eyes. The shugo chara had cat ears sticking out of his head, and he even had a tail and cat paws on his hands and feet to go along with it. The shugo chara was wearing a black tank-top with a white cross on it and a pair of black shorts. The shugo chara skidded to a halt as he saw me sitting in front of Tsukiyomi-kun. “Ikuto, who is this person, nya?”
“Nya?” I tilted my head as I looked over to the shugo chara.
“Yoru…” Tsukiyomi-kun sighed.
“Yoru, is that your name?” I asked the shugo chara.
“Y-yeah…” The shugo chara sheepishly answered.
“Nice to meet you, Yoru, I’m Yuki! I’m Tsukiyomi-kun’s classmate!” I smiled as I greeted him.
“Yoru-kun!” Hikari popped out from behind me to greet the shugo chara. “My name’s Hikari, it’s nice to meet you!”
“You have a shugo chara?” Yoru asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Hikari hovered over to Tsukiyomi-kun and said, “Ikuto-san, I’m Hikari! I’m sorry I was hiding earlier…”
“No problem,” Tsukiyomi-kun replied.
“You’re so cool!” Hikari squealed. I swear, if we were in an anime right now I would have been able to see hearts in place of her eyes.
“Hikari…” I sighed. Hikari has always been like this. As far as I can tell, Hikari is my would-be self. In other words, she’s the self that I wish to be. She’s the part of me that wants to be free and have fun and act carefree. She’s also the part of me that wants to be able to comprehend love and even fall in love. Although Hikari was a dramatized version of what I wanted to be, she still represented me in a way. That’s when I noticed something. “Tsukiyomi-kun, why is your shugo chara a cat? Do you have some weird dream in which you want to be a cat?”
“Why is your shugo chara a squealing fan girl?” He shot back at me. Wow, that was the longest sentence he had said all day.
“She’s not a fan girl.” I told him. “She just goes head over heels for any good-looking guy she sees.”
“Eh?” Tsukiyomi-kun had a mischievous tone in his voice. “Yuki, you think I’m good-looking?”
“You’re definitely not ugly,” I replied back. “And besides, it’s—” I stopped almost immediately. Did he just call me what I thought he just called me? “Tsukiyomi-kun… what did you just call me?” I asked while pointing to myself.
“Yuki,” He replied. “Is there a problem with that, Yuki?” He asked, adding extra emphasis on my name.
“Not at all, thank you very much!” I shook my head and then gave a warm smile. I truly appreciated him using my given name. Ever since I began modeling people had always referred to me as “Watanabe-san,” or “Watanabe-sama,” or even “Watanabe Yuki.” The fact that Tsukiyomi-kun was using my given name made me really happy. “Just so you know, since you call me Yuki, I get to call you Ikuto!”
“Fine,” He replied. He seemed to be disappointed that being called by my given name didn’t bother me in the least, but actually made me happy.
“Well, I should get back to class. See you later, Ikuto, Yoru.” I waved at them and then left through the roof’s exit. As I walked back to class I had to prevent myself from skipping, I was so happy that someone had finally called me by my given name that it was unbelievable. I was completely ecstatic!
hooray for summer!! XD
How cute i like it
good job! update soon yeah?
How cute i like it
good job! update soon yeah?
Thanks a ton!
P.S. New chapter is up!
hooray for summer!! XD
this is a good story! keep on updating! ur doing awesome!
Editing my profile, because it's way too childish. I wrote it when I was 14.
this is a good story! keep on updating! ur doing awesome!
Also, a new chapter is up!
(I've been on a roll lately... o.O)
hooray for summer!! XD
it gets cuter every chapter ^_^
keep up the good work and update soon ya?
it gets cuter every chapter ^_^
keep up the good work and update soon ya?
Instead of updating here I'll be updating on my fanfiction.net profile:
hooray for summer!! XD