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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 23, 2011 23:33:20 GMT -6
She's... spouting a lot of words. Quite different from her taciturn self a while ago... maybe because she was just embarrassed. So this is Fuukami Iryna, huh?
His focus switched more to being attentive of the girl, rather than mostly trying to escape from the strange, ambiguous predicament that she was trying to get him to agree on. It seems she really wants me to say yes. Well... she's budged a bit, but it's still rather strange that, out of the blue, she wants me to accompany her from time to time... and just because I was there for her to hurtle into?
Perhaps he'd figure it out more by giving his assent, though his guts were protesting the risks. If their encounter had been fiction-like, who knows what fiction-like perils would be laying ahead? That cautious thought turned to do exactly the opposite of what Ayumu's guts had intended for their owner. The concept of 'fiction-like' overthrew Ayumu's earlier caution. If we follow her for a while, maybe interesting things might happen. He started to smile a little less cautiously.
"Russian, huh?" he mouthed. "So that's what the name Iryna is... Russian..." he said, mostly to himself, even as he was still firmly audible. Russian food... can't deny that I've never tasted that... she's baiting me with a lot... if I remember right, homemade food is supposed to be really, really special, right? And watching her skate... "Honored..." he thought aloud, toying with the word on his tongue, looking wistful.
"I still have to go to drama club every once in a while." he stated, and then decided he would go ahead as well, since the girl had been rather free with her verbal fishing of him. There was that one thing that had been bothering him, even from the start, that something missing that he could not figure out. He looked genuinely puzzled, and indeed he was. And so he went and asked her, directly.
"Why should I be... honored... by all these, Fuukami-san?"
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 24, 2011 15:58:21 GMT -6
The drama club? That's interesting. I've never heard of a drama club in this school before. Or is it because I'm too focused on my training? Still, acting is interesting in its own right, and has become a vital part of today's entertainment. If Ayumu's on stage, what kind of role will he be? Good, another fact about the Spiky White Pretty Boy.
That aside, another thing that I just found out about him, is his resilience. And now, his question jabs me. Looks like he's not going to give up until he finds my... ulterior motive. Why can't he just play along? What shall I tell him, anyway? Like I have been technically stalking him for about a year and now I want to get close to him? Now that's too embarrassing, and I'm not sure he will believe it. I have to improvise somehow.
"Well... I don't have any real male friends before... And you will be my first officially male companion, you know? Besides, I just think it will be nice to have somebody other than my mother supports me in ice-skating, as my father... he really has trouble attending my competitions. He's not against it, though, and I know he have many reasons to, but... It's just very lonely, you get my drift?" That's what I really feel. To have somebody outside your family supporting you all the way is very satisfying. At least that can give me more motivation to improve my skills and surpass that girl. But, will he really buy this or not?
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 24, 2011 18:20:43 GMT -6
Are these contradictions I detect? The paranoid finds things where even the keen find none. She said I wasn't like the other boys... but now she says she never had real male friends before... and that I'm her first officially male companion... While Ayumu could think of reasons where the statements remain true without falling on top of one another, he still had good reason to doubt. After all, the girl hadn't really answered his question, which was rather simple: Why me?
He sighed. This was getting bothersome. He did not like repeating himself. Maybe he should just let her win, just a little bit, this battle, though not the war... not that this game was zero-sum; that, he had yet to find out, since he couldn't even divine the intentions of this petite, pink-haired caller. The most I'm getting out of her is that, apparently, I'm to be her father's surrogate, or something... and that may not be exactly true. Besides, my question is still valid: Why me? There are dozens of other boys in the neighborhood, other male students, probably in her class. She's mostly befuddling me.
"Okay, okay..."
He gave in, but he did not cave in; it looks like the only way he'd figure this out is by jumping in. Of course, he can just choose to skip this opportunity altogether, but she had made it rather interesting. That didn't mean he wouldn't be backing out if certain complications arose. He'll be making himself a lifeline, or else it's a no. After all, they had just met, no matter how unique their introductions to each other were.
"How about this?"
"...I'll be your..." he paused. Sidekick really didn't seem an alluring term, even if it was the original job description. "companion." She had made it out to be rather important, even when it really didn't seem so... perhaps she thinks of herself very highly. He was getting closer to the truth. "But..."
"I reserve the right to resign whenever I want to." he declared, looking steadfast. It's not like other people saw us when we collided. You better make this out-of-the-blue proposition worth my while, Fuukami-san. I have a life too, you know, even if I go about it rather slowly.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 25, 2011 16:10:31 GMT -6
Looks like he finally bought it, and agreed to be my "companion", even though I still sense some hint of doubt on his expression. Never mind, though. At least the primary objective, getting him to say yes, is achieved. Once Iryna-chan wants something, she will get it!
"Very nice. You won't regret spending time with me, I'm sure of that." I cheerfully replied. "Oh, by the way, my practice sessions are from 4 to 6pm on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and from 2 to 5pm on Saturdays. And here's the rink's address." I pull out my cell phone, and show the stored address to him.
"Alright, now that's settled, do you have anything to do right now? If not, can we go home together?"
Mission accomplished. Now I also have a guy around, I will be even with Aizawa Shouko, and show off him to her, especially during practice. You cannot outsmart me this time, at least in this field. I'll show you that I can be better than you, not just in skating, but in other things as well. And many girls dream of guys like him, even though that baby-face may have his own unique charms. I can't wait to see her infuriated face.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 26, 2011 7:46:12 GMT -6
OC: I'm assuming that the drama club wasn't in session this day. I hope AL doesn't have any complaints about that. Also, Akira, you can choose if Iryna follows Ayumu, or she waits somewhere else. Yay for a post I enjoyed making, and hopefully you'd enjoy reading. She was a little more jubilant than expected about his agreement; she was persistent about getting him to say yes, so maybe he wasn't really supposed to be surprised. She seemed to have brushed off the bit about his resignation, although maybe it was just his imagination. Or partly. If she suddenly protests when I do my strategic retreat, I'll... deal with it when the time comes. He sighed at himself. What have I gotten myself into? Well... whatever it is, I have gotten myself into it, so...
She rattled off her ice skating schedule a second after her clumsy savior gave his uncertain approval to the conditions. The speed made the boy, who was used to choosing his own pace, cope, in a rather frantic manner. He pulled a pencil, then a ballpen from a pocket, and then put the pencil back. From the other compartment he hastily procured a piece of paper that he had randomly stashed sometime before. Yes, yes, I have yet to be organized.
"Sorry... again? M-W-F, four to six... what time on Saturdays?" he fumbled. He fought the urge to ask, to repeat, his pained rhetorical questions, even in his mind. Even as he posed the clarification, he found a nearby wall, propped the paper on it, and scrawled the specifics of the girl's practice times, missing only the part he had not caught. Well, apart from being rather rapid, there has been nothing really... offensive about her requests... yet.
So, after making me list when she has her sessions, she asks me to go with her to her... home. That seemed pretty... suggestive... indicative of other things, specially to the highly imaginative and quickly assuming. (Ayumu would like to believe that even if he was the former, he was not the latter, but he does admit having the occasional slip-ups. Assuming things about the people can annoy them greatly, sometimes even cause them to rage, even if it is always depicted as rather funny in fiction.) People might think ... things about them, though this whole set-up seems a pretty large target for gossip already. Oh, well. I don't normally care, and she doesn't seem to... so I'll let it pass.
"Right, right." he muttered, a little tiredly, though he tried to suppress the traces of his unease. "I'll just go get my things in the classroom... and... " He was just... appreciating the campus, rediscovering nooks and crannies, when they had stumbled across each other. Classes have ended, but club activities were still ongoing... but Ayumu didn't really have clubs... oh, right, drama club... he frowned. "...uh..." Ugh. Dilemma. Furukawa-senpai hadn't been there when he had dropped by a while ago, but would she be there now?
"...maybe I should check..." he thought aloud. But something tells me I should handle Fuukami-san carefully. Perhaps even immediately. At least today? He began briskly talking to himself. You sure about that, Mizukami-kun? She isn't being demanding yet. He responded. Stupid guts. Sorry, sorry, Furukawa-senpai! I'll make it up to you another day, if you're there right now. He fidgeted. Well, it's not like I like this at all... I haven't had the time to decide whether I like it or dislike it. I like seeing Furukawa-senpai. I like breathing, too.
"Next time I might not be able to see you off." he sternly warned. "Like I said, my things, and then we can go." He attempted a smile, and succeeded, albeit moderately. He started to totter off. "Place that we'll meet up?" he asked. Argh, it looks like I'm going at her pace too.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 27, 2011 18:42:26 GMT -6
"2 to 5pm." Spiky White had a little bit of trouble getting my schedule right, and I have to repeat my Saturday time again. Well, can't really blame him, I guess. But I'm gonna make him more alert, and unlock his hidden potential.
"Ah, let's meet at the school gate. I have to gather my stuff too. See you later." I rush to my classroom. I totally forgot about my personal belongings! This recruiting business really consumed my mind up until now.
Still, his hesitation earlier means that he probably still have plans of his own. I wonder what kind of plans... Is it about the drama club? That club is rather obscure in this school. Why does he join it? Because he loves acting? I'm not sure if he can really act, except playing as some poker-face handsome guys. Is there anything else? His friends? I don't know about class 2-D much aside from Spiky White. Or is there a girl in the drama club that he's interested in? Wait...
A girl? If it's true, then what is she like anyway? I can't help but feel a weird mixture of curiosity and annoyance in my mind, as I walk towards the school gate. Still, if there is a girl he likes, I won't let her snatch him away. He belongs to me. He's my property. Nobody can steal from Iryna-chan!
Well, at least, once he finished gathering his stuff, I have some questions to ask him.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 28, 2011 2:07:20 GMT -6
He noted the repeated part of the schedule, stowed what he had written back into his pocket, and departed with a wave.
The classroom felt a little lonely as he entered it. He'd reached it in a bit of a dash, and he panted a bit before walking to his desk. Perhaps his hurry was not that needed... but Mizukami Ayumu did not like keeping people waiting. Or even just a person, waiting. Even if said person had somewhat harassed him into coming with her.
He went through his belongings quickly, checking to make sure he was not leaving something thoughtlessly. Being thorough and being swift at the same time... it can be quite hard to pull off. Specially if one did not usually do things in that manner. I guess I'll just run back, going down. There's no danger of me missing something if I hurry in that point.
After making sure as much as he could, the boy who had no idea the girl he had just met called him 'Spiky White' in her thoughts, left the room, made a beeline for the stairs, and descended rapidly, sometimes jumping the last few steps. He enjoyed the little sort-of-sprint, though by the end he was panting yet again... he liked to run, but it seemed his lungs didn't know to cooperate. It was not like he'd endeavor to practice running, too. Would she be there, already?
He reached the gate...
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 28, 2011 19:51:10 GMT -6
Looks like Spiky White is done gathering his belongings, and he's only about three minutes later than me. Good. At least you don't keep a lady waiting for too long.
"Let's go, Ayumu", I beckon him, then proceeds to walk down the hill, taking a glance at the cherry blossom trees.
Even though I am very used to walking to school and back all by myself (I'm not one of those rich-girl characters who come to school in their grandiose limousines), walking home together with somebody else is quite exciting. Well, this is a necessary step in order to get closer to him. A servant have to accompany his mistress whenever possible, right? I can't help but imagine him in a tuxedo, bowing to me while saying an obligatory "How may I help you, milady?" line, and let out a small giggle. If he dress like that, many girls will squeal like crazy upon seeing him, that's for sure. He's probably even more valuable than I thought.
Well, enough fantasizing. Time to ask questions. I turn to him and break the silence between us:
"Say, Ayumu, why did you decide to join the drama club?"
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 29, 2011 1:17:47 GMT -6
OC: Akira, cherry blossoms are different from cherries.So it's Ayumu already... curiouser and curiouser. But the slightly panting amateur runner merely wiped off the smalla mount of sweat on his brow, and nodded, deciding not to comment on the familiarity. While Japan had all those cultural rules and all that, he guessed people can do what they wanted with them as they pleased, as long as they're not one of those guys he would see in movies where their families are really... cultural. And it told him more about the person. Or how the person considers me... all I have are assumptions, at this point, though.
Trotting out after she who had asked him to come along, he paused, though his feet continued going forward, to admire the view of the cherry blossoms. The girl was suspiciously silent, but Ayumu took it as a bit of a breather; at least this silence wasn't fraught with embarrassment, as the silence they had shared when they had just collided, up until they reached the faculty office. He thought he heard her giggle a bit, and he felt an eyebrow raise up a little in concern. He hoped the lass didn't see it, even as she turned around to face him. The downward slope beckoned.
"You're asking a question, when you haven't really answered mine yet, Fuukami-san." he pointed out. Even if the words might have seemed a little sharp, the expression on his face made it seem slightly playful. However, the sophomore meant it; she had mostly deflected and distracted his attempts at finding out why he was the target of her... what would you call it? Affections? Whims?
Still, he guessed he would answer. Maybe she would if he would, and maybe she would not. But he had nothing to hide, did he? Well, maybe he wouldn't tell how exactly he felt for the drama club president, since he hadn't even told her yet... "I'm... joining... mostly... for a friend."
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 29, 2011 16:48:35 GMT -6
Looks like Spiky White is still not fully satisfied with my answers earlier. Still, I can't give him the real answer. Not now. Only until we get much closer. That's why I decided to make him my servant in the first place.
And... he joins the drama club because of a friend, eh? Sounds like my speculations were not far off. However, he kind of stuttered. Hmm. Something's fishy here. My womanly senses are tingling. There must be something more than that. I have to find out! If that person really is a girl, I have to investigate her. In order to win, you have to weed out as much competition as possible (not underhanded methods, of course, I'm not like those soccer jerks in school, who enjoys making other people's life miserable). One girl standing in my way is more than enough for me already. Even so, if the girl Ayumu's interested in is the total opposite of my archenemy, then I have to tread softly, or I'm going to be a bad guy.
"So, who's that friend of yours? Must be... someone very important to you, right?"
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 30, 2011 20:58:13 GMT -6
Important, huh?
Perhaps it would not be an overstatement to say that. Even though Ayumu had been slow to know more about his senpai, only knowing but cursory details when he had first made her acquaintance during his first year... and she was in third year... that had mostly been the half-Japanese boy being slightly shy to inquire about the girl's circumstances, coupled with the easygoing way he handles everything in his life.
In fact, there may be some who could say that the way he is taking an initiative, this second year of his, no matter how assisted by fortune, is rather unprecedented. Indeed, his upperclasswoman was very important to him, although perhaps he was not yet ready to say that to her face.
"Important?"
He had joined the drama club because she had wanted to restart it... and one cannot just start a club without members. Sure, she had already two helpers, though he wasn't sure about the details, since they didn't strike him to be people who would actively pursue drama... he thought he would keep an eye on them, or something.
It seemed a little funny how not one of a drama club's members particularly wanted to be an actor at all; Furukawa-senpai's aim had been... to be with others... doing something. That something had turned out to be acting, but that did not mean, at least that was how it seemed to Ayumu, that she was interested in a career on stage; she seemed like she would be happy... just setting up a production together.
"I guess you can say that."
And so he mulled over the things that have motivated him, though not many of his thoughts he put into words; as much as the pink-haired girl paid no heed to him pointing out that she hadn't really answered him properly, so did he find no reason to unfold his gradual schemes in front of her. He ignored the primary question; the 'who', or rather, he had answered... 'an important person' was his answer; he had imitated her way of dodging queries. She has yet to give me a reason why... schemes sound too much like a scheming word. Maybe I should settle with plans. Although I don't really plan that much... I do things as I go...
And so he turned back to the task at hand. They were almost through the long downward path; it was, unsurprisingly, easier and faster to descend than to ascend. He wondered if he would have to escort her up to her house... if the path towards her house would coincide even slightly with hers... or if she would allow her to run off... or she would, in the vein of illogic that has polluted the current series of events, force him to show the way to his house. Yes, I know illogic isn't a proper word. If only I could comprehend what she is thinking... though I have a feeling it's more of... plotting... let's try diverting the course of events, just a little.
"Which way to your house, Fuukami-san?"
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Oct 31, 2011 9:43:37 GMT -6
Right, Spiky White confirms that the person he joins the drama club for is important to him to some extent, but does not reveal who he or she is. Kind of a smartass, this guy. Looks like I have to gather information from other sources (not that I have a reliable info network within the school to begin with, though).
And now he tries to change the subject, asking where my home is. Oh well, since I can't get any further from him in this state, guess I'll play along.
"Which way to my house, eh? Hmm... you really want to see my house that much?" I turn around, put on an alluring smile and look up at him. I can't help trying to tease him a little bit. "It's in the villa district, not far from here. You can... escort me all the way there, if you want. You are really lucky to be the only one with that privilege, remember that."
I wonder how he will react if he sees my house, though. Sure, it is definitely different than any other ordinary houses in this city, but within the villa district, it still stands out. My house is not a castle, but probably still impressive enough for the commoners. Hope he won't think I'm showing off. Still, I wonder if I should invite him in. Since both Mom and Dad are at work, there will be... just the two of us, and I've heard that lots of things can happen when a young male and a young female are together, alone in a room... W-What should I do?
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 31, 2011 21:17:36 GMT -6
"Well... since you wanted me to..."
He trailed off, his tone a little uncertain, but he did not seem as hesitant as he was before, and he tried to mirror the girl's smile. It seemed that what he had succeeded on doing was putting an idea in her head. Well, better that idea than any of the others he thought she would come up with... and there were chances that she would come up with this idea anyway. She still hasn't really explained why I am receiving this... 'privilege'.
Now, when she was... not as silent as she was before, she seemed a little... haughty, though it was not the sort of arrogance that the boy disliked. It was more like a child trying to be dignified... perhaps that was not entirely an accurate metaphor, but he couldn't think of a more appropriate one at the moment... of course Ayumu knew he shouldn't say that. It was not only because of the white-haired boy's nebulous premonitions; he just didn't like offending people.
The villa district, huh? That must mean she was rather well off, or something. Well, the second-year should have known from Fuukami having skating lessons... and maybe the part where her father wasn't around had a grain of truth. A stereotypical rich girl unattended by her busy parents? Nah...
"Lead the way then, p... Fuukami-san." He would have said princess, but he had a feeling... that that might be a dangerous thing to say. Or perhaps he was just being a bit too careful again. After all, fear, like shadows, can be larger than the truth...
While she might not have said everything, I guess I owe her some trust. He sauntered along. This little after-school excursion might be too uncomfortable if he kept his tightrope walking. Everybody deserves the benefit of the doubt, and she had, up to now, seemed rather nice. "I'll bring you to your house, then, and that's that." he remarked, in a cheery tone, echoing the tone of her teasing.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Nov 1, 2011 12:46:11 GMT -6
"I'll bring you to your house, then, and that's that." Okay, Spiky White agree to accompany me to my place, nothing more. Alright, let's leave it at that.
We walk through some small, quiet roads, which are surrounded by various kinds of greenery. The properly maintained hedges and the large trees which cast large shadows over the area make this place looks pretty secluded, away from the bustling sounds of an urban city. That's why many people are willing to pay generously just to get a house in this place. Including my father, of course.
Still, in this kind of area, the houses are quite far from one another. So technically, the word "neighbor" doesn't really mean anything here. There's also a rather nice-looking white house that I have seen quite frequently, but its garden is left in a rather bad state, as if no one has lived there for decades. This reminds me of mystery novels. What happened to the owners? Why is that house abandoned?
Further inside the villa district, on the top of the hill, it's my house. While that white house is rather large by commoners' standard, my house is probably twice as big. And it has virtually anything that can make my home life more comfortable: space, simple but tasteful decorations, state-of-the-art appliances, and a huge garden too. This is the first time I let anyone from school see my house up close.
When we reach the remote-controlled steel gate, I turn toward Ayumu, stretch my right arm like an announcer from a TV advertisement, and speak up:
"Welcome to my humble home!"
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Nov 2, 2011 2:52:21 GMT -6
OC: How are we supposed to end this? Or are we about to end this? Is she going to coax him into the house or something?The so-called villa district was definitely impressive. After all, it wasn't everyday that the middle-class student could see the grounds and the dwellings of those who are well off.
The place was beautiful, in a silent, respectable sort of way, with the stately decorations and the plants, growing both high and low, that seemed to guard the perimeters of the different mansions. It all had a noble air, both slightly proud, slightly intimidating. Ayumu thought it all grand, but a little sad, and felt that he might not like it that much, even with its space and feel.
So it was probably an understatement to say that Fuukami-san's house was impressive.
It was, for lack of a more vibrantly descriptive word, huge. HUGE. The gate seemed so far from the house's entrance, and yet the whole of it was still starkly visible.
He had wanted to be a little less... critical of the petite lass, but she did not really give him much to work with, and the white-haired student was terrible at starting conversations. They had been both laconic in their travel towards the slightly-demanding damsel's home. But the sight of their goal made him momentarily forget that concern, and some more.
The boy almost felt compelled to question just why a house would have to be that large. The folks who live there... Fuukami-san and her kin, he reminded himself... could probably hold a wedding reception in their living room, or something. Wait, they might need two of the rooms in the house, since with their money, capable of having a house as large as that, maybe they'd have twice as many visitors... the second-year manually had to stop himself from thinking, putting a hand to his head.
Humble? Are you kidding me?
"Uh... uh... wow." he stammered.
Not many things make Mizukami Ayumu stutter. Furukawa-senpai made him stutter. Incredulous things, like these... well, it seems they make him stutter too, though he probably would be able to recover in a few moments.
But, yes... it seemed she really was rich. Fuukami-san, that was. Is.
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