Accidents happen...
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 13, 2011 6:41:39 GMT -6
Thursday, May 8th 3:00 PM Why do I have to do this?
Somehow the class rep got to choose today to take an absence, so all the duties today got pushed onto me, the vice class rep, instead. In order to be a good girl, I couldn't refuse the teacher, and the male students either scooted off or went to their own clubs. So, no temporary servant for me this time.
Now I have to carry one hell of paperwork to the administration office. There's too much of it that my eyes have barely enough space to look around. Men these days, they may swoon over me anytime and obey me like dogs, but when I am really in the time of need, they just happen not to be around. Is this how you treat your queen, you stupid commoners?
How much longer until I reach the office anyway? As if I'm an ancient courier travelling hundreds of miles between cities.
Probably because I'm too lost in thought, something happens. My left foot, which is supposed to land on the first step downstairs, somehow makes very slight contact before launching into the air.
S-Somebody. SOMEBODY HEEEEEELLP!
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 15, 2011 3:28:41 GMT -6
OC: I took the liberty of describing the fall. Tell me if I should change something, Akira.The loitering Mizukami pondered the previous days' events as he sauntered.
He had gotten into the Drama Club much more easily than he thought it would be. He had been happy to see Furukawa-senpai again, though the other senpais who were helping her had made him feel doubly conscious of his actions, and he was already a little jumpy even when it was just his compassionate upperclasswoman.
He decided, though not without difficulty, that he was in higher spirits than usual today, or whatever was equivalent in the not-so-easily-perturbed scale of Ayumu's emotions.
The second thing he decided was that, unusually, he felt more alert of his surroundings today, even as his thoughts blitzed in their usual manner, the exact opposite of his physical movement. Perhaps his subconscious was on the lookout if Furukawa-senpai would be passing by him on the corridor, and it would definitely be bad to miss greeting her.
He frowned a bit; he had caught himself thinking too much about his own thinking. You can't completely analyze yourself. Somebody else will see the other things in you.
As he chewed on this profound... well, at least it sounded profound to him... this profound sentiment, Ayumu reached the base of a staircase. He was... if he was not mistaken, the administration office was somewhere in this floor... the first floor.
The following events were further proof that Ayumu was more alert than usual, as he could not have done the things he would do in the succeeding paragraphs, if it was not so. He was in the first floor, in front of the stairs, and a strange sight greeted him, a sight that didn't give him enough time to think about its strangeness.
It was a smallish girl, and if Ayumu had more time to think he would have criticized himself for thinking somebody small when he was rather short as well. The second thing that he noticed in those few strained seconds was that she had slipped. And that she would be falling soon after. Now, in these sorts of split-second situations, one usually did not look for reasons for why one did such and such, as usually one merely acts. So the white-haired boy acted.
What he exactly did, he wasn't exactly sure. His instinct had been sort-of to catch her, and that was definitely what he had been trying to do, but it turned out rather differently. The light body made contact with him, a foot first, stabbing bluntly but uncomfortably on his chest. His hands grasped air. The momentum of the one he had been trying to stop infected him, even as the papers that she had been carrying, he noted, flew through the sides, like strange flat birds.
Ah. I guess I must be a cushion or something.
He crashed on the floor, the female student above him. "Ow." he intoned. They were sprawled on the ground in the most awkward position; the boy wisely noted that it wasn't exactly the fault of the two of them, and so he tried to pay it no heed. Tried. Well, I caught her... sort-of.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 15, 2011 10:05:39 GMT -6
Owww...
Seems like I fell face-down to the bottom of the staircase. But what's this strange cushion-like thing underneath me?
After my head clears a little, I realize there's something right next to my face, and it's breathing. Ok, thank God that nobody died. But who is this person?
I try to prop myself up to have a better look. Then, blood starts rushing to my face at an alarming rate. It is the silver-haired guy whom I have kept observing from afar like some kind of lovestruck schoolgirl from an anime. Now he's so close that we can feel each other's breath and he could have.... k-k-kissed me. And then, I realize that I am technically sitting on him, and my blood pressure begins to overload.
I let out a small yelp, jump off of the guy, then frantically search for the papers that have scattered along the staircase. I have ended up in an indecent encounter with a guy, and not just any random guy, but the one I have laid my eyes on. What should I do? Now I don't know if I can be a bride anymore.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 16, 2011 7:50:44 GMT -6
She smells nice.
He frowned a bit. He had caught himself paying attention to the scent of a girl he had come into... close contact with. He shook his head from describing the fragrance. For a second her face had been a little too near to his, that Ayumu became rather conscious of his smell. While his face did not flush as vibrantly as that of the pink-haired lass, there was no denying that the encounter had shaken the boy. He just didn't react as flagrantly, but he was as embarrassed as she, who had immediately jumped off and turned away from him.
He sat up. The girl had turned to gather the papers that had been witness to the improbable encounter. Well, he could not blame her; it was mostly an accident, and if there was someone at fault, it was he, for not being more coordinated even in a good day like this. He wondered how to approach her; he had inadvertently placed her in a... well, perhaps you could say it was an indecent position, and she might not have been able to complain so much because he had been trying to help her in the first place... well, that might not be clear enough to her... maybe she was just ashamed.
This is a very constricting situation. And I thought these sorts of encounters happened only in fiction. He wore a wry smile, as he gathered his bearings and decided his next action. He finally settled on picking up the pieces of paper in the opposite direction, in the place where the petite lass had not yet successfully retrieved them. He'll think of what to say later.
He pushed with his palms on the floor, and squatted, starting to do what he had planned to do. At the very least, it seemed the paperwork didn't suffer so much from their collision, except for a few wrinkles here and there. Definitely not as all-over-the-place as their current states of mind. One paper, two papers, three papers...
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 16, 2011 18:03:54 GMT -6
For some reasons, my senses are acting very peculiarly right now. I cannot hear anything, except the rustling of paper, and the sound of my heart (probably my arteries as well) thumping like the drums in a rock concert. I feel the heat rising inside my face so much that it would not be strange to see steams coming out of my head. Despite my efforts to focus on the scattered papers, I can still feel my head spinning like an electric fan.
Hope these papers are not so crumpled, and I have to rearrange them somehow. A, B, C... Or the teacher's going to get mad at me.
Then another torrent of thoughts flood my mind. What is that guy thinking about me? Does he think I'm indecent? Does he... feel anything on my body (all I felt were his spiky hair and his not-so broad shoulders)? Is he hurt? Does he need something? What should I say to him? Oh no! I think my brain is going to short-circuit.
After being done gathering papers on the staircase, I turn around and see the white-haired boy shuffling around, with a pile of paper in his left hand. He's... helping me? I hope he's all right. That's my responsibility, not because I l-like him. I have to talk to him somehow. I want to at least thank him for all he did. Then, I manage to speak up a little bit:
"Uh... um... Y-You there... D-Did you... just... save me earlier? T-Thank you."
I wonder if he can still tell my face and my hair apart anymore.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 16, 2011 22:32:14 GMT -6
OC: I CAN TOTALLY HEAR RIE KUGIMIYA SAYING THAT well, the Japanese version of that sentence XD. Anyway, sorry for the shortness.He continued, and soon he had a dozen or so papers. These look like they're from some faculty group or member... she must be running an errand, or something. He then realized that the papers must have been sorted in some order, before the unfortunate circumstance threw them up into the air and ruined that arrangement.
I should ask her how this was arranged. A beat. But then that would mean I would be talking to her, and then that was my problem before, that if I talked to her, I don't know what to say. If I talked to her. The girl was just there, just behind him, and even in that nearness the quandary made her hard to approach. He went back and forth in this vein of thought, robotically picking up more papers, until the girl spoke up, shattering his inner monologue and making him almost drop all the papers he had managed to get. "Wha!"
Well, she speaking first... makes things easier, even if it still feels... difficult. "Erm... I tried to." he said, turning a little to face her, almost instinctively reaching for the back of his neck to scratch it, and stopping... since the hand he was going to use held the papers. It was the truth, after all; he had seen her falling, tried to stop her, and well... things didn't go exactly according to plan.
"It seems... I was not completely successful." He had caught her, of course, but not the way he had intended to; no, he did not have any delusions of catching women from falling into his arms, but at the very least he could have done his little rescue with more finesse. He stopped, looking unsure, partly smiling nervously, in his usual mild fashion.
"Um... how are these papers supposed to be arranged?" he finally asked, hoping that the change in topic would disperse the tension.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 17, 2011 12:14:23 GMT -6
"I was not completely successful". Yeah, if he was successful, my mind would not have been in a train wreck like this, even though I'm not sure whether it would have been less embarrassing if I had ended up gracefully falling in his arms like a princess...
Now he asks me how to arrange all this stuff. Is he getting confused like I am? Anyway, answering nicely probably won't hurt.
"W-Well, you see, there's a name written at the top of each paper, right? Try to get the ones with the same name together in one... uh... group, then... arrange the "groups" in alphabetical order. According to the roumaji spellings of the names, you know? Like Aisaka before Aizawa, then Akashi... But, get all the paper first."
That boy, despite his cool-and-calm-looking exterior that has intrigued me all these times, can be rather awkward and absent-minded. Still, I have to admit, that mkes him quite cute. I wonder what should I do to be closer to him? He's not my classmate, but he's still in the class next door, so it's still quite convenient to go meet him. Still, what will my relationship with him be? Friends? Well, I have quite a lot of "friends", but he's not like them. Couple? No, that's a no-go. I don't really l-like him in that kind of way, it's just that I find him... interesting. He looks like the type that can pique everyone's curiosity after all. Mistress-Servant?
Wait, that's not a bad idea. I will have at least one person to order around at any time, unlike the other boys who keeps swooning over me and buttering me up but are never around when I need them. Furthermore, I want to get back at him for making me be in such a compromising position. Ha, Iryna-chan, you're a genius!
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 18, 2011 7:33:08 GMT -6
"Hm, romaji, huh? Okay." Well, these look like they have to do with English... so I guess it makes sense that they're arranged that way...
She looks like she's thinking about something. thought Ayumu. She looks harmless, but... For some reason, the thinking face of the girl seemed to him more like a scheming face, but he wasn't sure why he was finding it that way. Besides, he had known her for less than a few moments, so he probably didn't have thr right to assume such things. On the other hand... his gut feelings usually have a way of being right, and a part of him was cringing in advance.
He went to picking up more of the papers, and then sorting them in the order his fellow student had specified. The only problem, perhaps, was... "We'll have to sort them again when we combine them, right?" Maybe I shouldn't be burdening myself about sorting them in the first place when I'll be sorting them again later... The white-haired boy sighed... maybe he was causing more trouble than good, but he felt he'd be a little guilt-stricken later if he didn't even help a bit.
As he persevered, he was reminded of his distinct impression of the lass's pensive expression, and wondered what she could be thinking... though that would probably be hard to guess. What would you be thinking after falling down from a staircase and ending up on top of somebody of the opposite gender? And to top it off, she was female. Females sometimes have these alien thought processes. But I guess some of our thought processes are alien to them...
What about me? What am I thinking, after getting fallen on? I guess I'm a little sorry that she had to be put in that situation... and I guess I'm in fault for that... but I'm happy she didn't crash into the ground instead, and I'm in... what's the good version of 'at fault'? I mean, I'm happy I was of help, even if the help was rather... shameful?
I guess that's all the papers... "Let's put them together..." he said, slowly regarding the damsel with clear eyes. One way or another, he had to be careful with her.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 18, 2011 18:06:56 GMT -6
After a lot of fiddling around, with the help of the white-haired guy, I manage to get the paperwork back in its original state... Well, not so original, since the papers get crumpled a little bit. Hope the teacher is still okay with this.
Now, the matter at hand is completing the courier's mission. I'm getting sick of the possibilities of the papers falling around again, even though there should only be a flat linoleum surface from here to the office. The staircase incident earlier is definite proof of what can happen when you send a cute and petite *cringe* girl like me doing such a straining job. (However, I have no problem with the intense ice-skating training) Is there any other available alternative?
Oh yeah, I can make that guy my servant right now. Not officially, of course. If he gladly obliges, I will announce it to him later. Of course, I won't dump all the work on him. I'm not the type who dumps their duty and scoots off halfway through. Still, having somebody around to help you with such duties is definitely invaluable. Besides, if he really is a decent guy, he will have no problem giving additional help to a lady, especially the lovely Iryna-chan. He should consider this an honor. Furthermore, if the teacher asks what happened to the papers, he can be my witness.
I take a deep breath, try to look as confident as possible, plaster the most alluring smile possible on my "loli" face, then speak up:
"Say, I wonder if you can help me carrying this stuff to the admin office? Don't worry, you only need to carry half of it. I will be fine with the other half."
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 19, 2011 0:07:49 GMT -6
It was only after they had sorted the papers again that Ayumu managed to get a good long look at his... unexpected companion. She was just a little shorter than he; the top of her head was at par with his nose. Of course, as he had already noted, her hair was uncommon pink, really long, and fixed up to two tails on each side of her head. Her... thingies-that-girls-put-on-their-heads-to-fix-their-hair-and-stuff... looked like horns.
She was, in a sense, cute, and it was strange that Ayumu had not met, or even noticed, her before. Then again, it was not like Ayumu knew every single interesting thing in the school grounds, and it was nice to discover something new... or in this case, meet someone new. Of course, Ayumu did not forget his vague premonition, his eyes a little glazed with caution.
His nebulous anxiety billowed with the girl's turning towards him, suddenly smiling out of the blue. Her grin was adorned with small little fangs, and while it was brilliant Ayumu felt it... just as this whole incident had been... unexpected; his head buzzed with the possibilities. She merely might be a fast recoverer, and she might have wished to assure me that the accident wasn't entirely my fault; she might be out to get me for being inconveniently placed, even if the alternative had been crashing into the ground; she might be merely toying with me, and had set up this whole encounter...
"Uh..."
Ayumu's propositions were getting a bit more on the paranoid side as he went about them; it got to a point where one of his guesses was 'the girl was a devil wanting to apply the events of anime to real life'. Because, really, there was no normal reason a girl, much more someone who had been put in an embarrassing situation by him, would give that sort of smile to Mizukami Ayumu. At least that was what he thought. And so he was filled with questions and sentences, ranging from asking her if she was all right, to apologizing for the inconvenience.
For a while he merely seemed dumbfounded, then he said, without much thought, "Okay." He ended up saying the bare minimum. He took half of the pile of papers that would have been unreasonably tall for the damsel, and slightly less unreasonably tall for Ayumu. At least this way I can be of help... though I really don't understand what she's thinking. I guess I should... cross the bridge when I get there, or something.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 19, 2011 10:18:14 GMT -6
He agrees. Congratulations, Spiky White, you are just one step away from being my official sidekick-slash-servant.
After an uneventful trip to the admin office and a minor conversation with the teacher, mainly about the white-haired boy's presence, I learn that his name is Mizukami Ayumu. Hmm, not a bad name, even though the name Ayumu sounds quite girlish to me. Well, it still quite fits him, as he's not so tall like many other high school boys, and he has that "bishounen" look on him. If he was a shoujo manga character, many readers would be head-over-heels for him. Probably me, too... but I'm not one of them! I'm not like those rabid fangirls who just keep swooning like idiots over their male idols.
After the paper business is got over with, it's time for the next step: announce the plan I have in store for him.
I tell him to get to the end of the 1st floor's corridor, puff out my chest, extend my left arm to point at him, then proudly announce:
"Ayumu, from this moment on, you shall be my sidekick!"
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 20, 2011 1:44:14 GMT -6
Just as the girl found out his name from that short chat with the teacher, he just had to say my whole name... the boy figured out that the girl's name was Fuukami Iryna. The family name... maybe I should tell this to Narukami sometime... but the given name... it doesn't sound Japanese. Then again, the lass's appearance was not exactly of the norm... maybe she's partly foreign like me. Aside from finding out each others' names without a proper introduction, and finishing the job that had been assigned to Fuukami-san, there wasn't really anything notable about their little walk.
After that, however, Fuukami-san asked him to do something more. It seemed harmless enough, though he didn't see the point of it, which made his amorphous anxieties resurface. So we're nearing that metaphorical bridge I have to cross, huh? Blurry premonitions aside, the roped-in helper obliged, going to the end of the corridor. And then... sidekick?
"Anou... Fuukami-san." he started, trying to make sense of the situation, and keep a decent poker face at the same time, which was rather difficult. The edge of his mouth twitched.
His aforementioned formless fears were starting to crystallize to a definite shape. A very... unique shape. Usually, he'd be all interested to see how this would play out, but that was usually when somebody else was the... victim. He'd never really considered the possibility that the scriptwriters of life would consider him an important enough character to be... victimized. Or maybe I'm about to be a casualty...
"...what do you mean by... 'sidekick'?" Let's see... you're at best an acquaintance of mine, though the way we got acquainted is... unusual... I still don't have any idea what you are planning... "I don't remember signing up for anything... that sounds like that."
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 20, 2011 10:51:44 GMT -6
"Sure, you did not sign up for anything, Ayumu." Looks like his deadpan expression changes a little bit. Teehee. Let's see what other kinds of reaction I can get from him. I find seeing a calm, level-headed person gets flustered very enjoyable.
"However", I continue with my speech, crossing my arms. "There is one problem. Because of you, I ended up in that embarrassing position. You could have done better, you know. So, you have to take responsibility for that."
"I could have turned you in if that was a different kind of situation, but since you willingly helped me, I decide to make it easy for you." I clear my throat. "It's not so difficult, really. You just have to do as I request. Like, having lunch together with me, buying food and drink for me, come to the ice-skating rink to see me practice, that sort of thing. In other words, when I request your company, you must come with me immediately".
"Besides", I proceed to reassuring him, "as my sidekick, if you have any problem, maybe I can help you. How does that sound? Reasonable enough for you? Furthermore, you boys really enjoy accompanying lovely girls, right?" As I say those words, I try to put on a smile of a department store salesperson. This is an offer he can't refuse. This will get him closer to me, and I can find out more about him, maybe tease him a little... but not because I like him, it's just that he might be fun.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 21, 2011 3:38:58 GMT -6
Wait. Waitwaitwaitwait.
Okay... vengeance, huh? Vengeance. I don't feel like pointing out to her that it was mostly an accident, and while it is indeed my fault, there are far less pleasant outcomes. I also don't feel like pointing out that I couldn't have done better; in fact, today is one of my more alert days. A small twitch of an eyebrow. And besides... this seems like disproportionate retribution... wait. Waitwaitwaitwait. A twinkle of realization in an eye. This doesn't sound completely like vengeance.
I think I'm starting to get what sidekick means. While the one in the middle sounds like sidekick means 'manservant', the other two... it's almost like she's just asking me to be around. I do value my freedom, but... okay, I don't like the immediately part too.A mild frown. A calming of nerves.
"Hrm." A slight grin. "I don't think I can promise to do all those things..." for you... "Fuukami-san." He paused. Really, a really, really difficult bridge to cross. Or even to burn. He was feeling the urge to run off. He wondered if the girl was quick on her feet. From what she said, she's an ice skater... can I outrun an ice skater? "I think that's too much payment for just a single unfortunate event." he muttered. A twitch of the foot. Come on, Ayumu, let's hear her out a little more. Maybe she'll listen to reason.
The boy declined to comment about the last bit... about liking accompanying lovely girls. Fuukami-san... he might have thought her lovely, just a bit... but it seems it's more than just accompanying, what she's asking. "I think I might not be able to. Be with you all the time, that is." Does she know just what she's asking? Besides, if he'd have to accompany her forever, he probably would never be able to go to drama club.
I think accompanying Furukawa-senpai is enjoyable... and while accompanying you might be enjoyable, I'm not sure I know you that well yet, Fuukami-san. What you're asking... that sounds like the job of someone special.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 21, 2011 17:48:53 GMT -6
Looks like he really put efforts in remaining calm and collected. Tenacious, this guy. I have to give him credit for that. He proves to be quite a challenge, and I'm getting bored at the other dudes who just simply do as I say like dogs.
"Of course I won't demand your presence 24/7. I'm not that inconsiderate." I replied. "Besides, you are special, unlike the other boys at school, at least to me. In fact, I think you should not be so modest." I try to reassure him.
"And you know, I'm getting sick of the crowded cafeteria, and we can have lunch together in the courtyard. Maybe I'll share some meat buns, or a little of my homemade food." I give him playful wink. "I bet you haven't tried Russian food before, have you?" It would be really nice indeed. At least I can get away from those who have any problem with Fuukami Iryna, and enjoy my lunch more.
"Furthermore, well... I think... it will be great to have somebody come to my practice." Somehow I can feel my face heating up again. "You are... the very first person in school... that I invite... you know? You will be the only one, aside from my fellow skaters, who gets to see me... waltzing around the rink in my... um... training outfits. You... You should be honored, you hear?" What is wrong with me? This is no time to be embarrassed. I'm trying to make him my sidekick-servant, for God's sake. Still, once he comes to my practice, he will see another part of me, which is only present on the rink.
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