Starfish Rumble! Tomoyo to the Rescue!
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Post by whammy on Sept 18, 2010 16:29:26 GMT -6
So far the plan to spread the joys of starfish, and recruit wedding guest for her sister, and not been going to the plan that Fuko had built. Sure, there was the occasional person who would accept her gift, but so far that number had been rather small. Most people either ignored her or politely declined. Fuko was overly grateful for those who did accept them. Those who didn’t? Well, she would break them down soon enough. Sure, at first they may be able resist the charms of the starfish, but as time went on their minds would slowly break. They would go mad at their refusal to accept the starfish, and soon they would come begging to her for one. No one could resist them in the long run; no one at all. So with her persistence, Fuko kept on going on her quest to find people.
Right now she was taking advantage of the end of the day bringing out large crowds of people to the halls. There was only a small group of hand-painted starfish right now; it was hard to carve and paint as the only one doing so. Still, she did her best to give out as many as possible, but many were skeptic of her offer of a free starfish and would refuse to take them. When she mentioned her sister’s wedding, all she got was a simple “Congrats” and no promises of coming to the wedding. Well, at least they had accepted the starfish; waking up every morning to that starfish would slowly bring them around.
About several minutes into the crowd’s movements, two bigger students (probably seniors) had begun to make their way towards her. In her usual manner, Fuko stepped in front of them and held up the starfish to the, eyes ready to force her way into getting them to accept her gift.
”Please accept this gift.” she responded, holding it up as far as she could towards them. Their reaction, however, was not what she had expected.
”Huh, what are you talking about? Get this thing out of my face.” one of them responded as they pushed the starfish towards and tried to get on their way. Fuko was a stubborn girl, however, and soon the position was once again repeated as she held up the starfish again. This time the two seniors were obviously mad, but Fuko pressed them on accepting the starfish again.
”Please accept this gift on behalf of Fuko.”
This time the two seniors were getting rather aggressive and rude about it, and soon began to taunt her about it. ” "What the hell is this? A shuriken? How cute. Kyosuke, look, this little freshman girl wants to give me a present,"
Fuko, of course, was rather upset and angry about it. Not so much due to the rejection of her gift, but more of along the lines that they had called it a shuriken. Could they not see that this was an adorable starfish? Why would she create a shuriken and give it to people? Shurikens hurt people; starfish were adorable and loveable. Only something like that would do as a gift to serve as an invitation to her sister’s wedding. [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 18, 2010 17:09:49 GMT -6
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Ding dong dang dong…
The dismissal bell rang and students rose from their seats. The noisy buzz of chatter and conversation rose and filled the classroom as everyone filed out. They talked of normal things like club activities, sports games, and what they would do in the evening. It was just the end to another normal, if not mediocre, Tuesday.
Sakagami Tomoyo waved goodbye to her friends as she parted from them at the door. Since she wasn’t involved in any clubs, she would be going straight home. Perhaps she would go on one of her patrols later, but other than that, she wouldn't really be doing anything special today. Campaigning hadn’t yet begun for the position of student council president, but once it started, Tomoyo knew she’d be too busy to do much else.
For now, she walked down the hallway by herself. Of course, she wasn’t exactly alone. There were other students lingering around the halls. The gray-haired girl was stopped once by another second year student asking if she was interested in joining the judo team. Apparently they had noticed her athletic ability in gym class. Tomoyo declined apologetically, saying that she wouldn't have enough time to devote to a sport, but she wished him luck in recruiting others.
As she continued on her way, one conversation caught her attention. She slowed down and let her gaze find its way to a pair of two senior boys, identifiable by the blue patch they wore on the breast pocket of their uniforms. They towered over a much smaller freshman girl with long gray-brown hair, tied at the end with a big blue bow. It didn’t look like they were friends with the girl. Instead, it looked like they were ridiculing her. Tomoyo frowned.
"What the hell is this? A shuriken? How cute. Kyosuke, look, this little freshman girl wants to give me a present," one of the guys said, his voice holding a condescending tone.
Tomoyo’s eyes fell upon the girl again, who was holding out in her hands what appeared to be a wooden carving in the shape of a star. It did look like she was trying to give it to the guy, but he was being rather rude about it. The polite thing to do would be to take it, not sneer and laugh. However, most onlookers would have just walked right by the scene. It wasn’t really any of Sakagami Tomoyo’s business to tell the senior off, but it was a principle of hers to stand up for those being bullied.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, laughing to yourselves at this girl’s expense?” Tomoyo strode over and cut between them, her reprimanding stare slicing through the two seniors. “She’s being nice enough to offer you a handmade present, and you’re ridiculing her? Have you no sense?”
She turned to the freshman girl. “And you, please don’t feel too bad about them. Guys like them aren’t worth the effort.” Her voice was mellow and calm now and she talked as if the guys weren’t there anymore.
The males looked at each other wordlessly, and then as if suddenly realizing the silver-haired lady before them was a junior, they looked down at her with arrogant eyes.
“You’re seriously pissing me off. Get lost, underclassman, and treat your seniors with respect,” said the other boy, who hadn’t said anything besides malevolent laughter up until now.
By now, more students had congregated in the same hallway. Some of them watched the scene in interest. The two senior males were from the soccer team and were known for picking fights. The students also knew Sakagami was unbelievably strong. One time, some thugs had come onto the campus from a rival school, but she had taken them down easily. She had never fought students from her own school, though. This confrontation looked to be exciting, and so humans, being the barbarians they are, wanted to see some action.
Although Tomoyo didn’t back down, she didn’t want any trouble, either. She raised her left wrist and looked down at her brown leather watch, then turned her attention to the boys. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like sports practice?” she asked them plainly, though it was less of a question and more of a statement. She really wished that would make them leave. If it didn’t work, then she always had justified self-defense to fall back on if they decided to run at her. Plus, she had an audience to witness it too, so she figured it was rather safe if she needed to use her strength as a last resort.
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Post by whammy on Sept 18, 2010 18:20:24 GMT -6
The bullying soon seemed to bring the attention of others as a small crowd began to form. The only person in said crowd to do anything, however, was an older girl with long, gray-colored hair. Fuko, of course, wasn’t really paying much attention until the girl stepped in between them and began to yell of sorts towards them. She was apparently chewing them out for being rude to her and not accepting the present. Fuko just wished she would get upset about them misidentifying the starfish as shuriken. That was her biggest concern really; after all, Fuko’s priorities were rather…odd. The girl’s attention, however, seemed to mellow out as she turned to face her and tell her to not feel bad about it.
”Fuko was simply trying to give them this starfish, and Fuko wishes for them to apologize for believing it to be a shuriken.” Fuko responded, pulling the starfish back towards her,”Though if they can not even recognize the adorableness of it, then Fuko believes they do not deserve one.”
Things seemed to turn into interesting twist as the two seniors announced they were pissed and some other stuff Fuko wasn’t paying much attention to. Still, she had enough sense to see they were mad, and since at the moment the gray-haired girl was providing the only source of protection for her, Fuko hid behind her legs; she was just about the right height it probably would be safe for her to do so. Still, she had to see what was going on and so had her head sticking out from behind the girl, watching the scene and glaring at the two seniors. She would not respect anyone who insulted her precious starfish by misidentifying them as shuriken or anything really. Maybe correct ignorance, but these two did not deserve that benefit of the doubt.
The crowd was starting to get larger, and Fuko was starting to hope that the increased crowd could soon serve as an excellent chance to spread out her starfish. Actually, she was hoping the crowd had seen her starfish; she never heard about the stories surrounding Tomoyo so had no idea they might be there for her. Though even Fuko soon noticed there attention was all on her as she asked them about sports practice. Fuko couldn’t recall hearing any announcements relating to a soccer game soon; and she practically lived here at the school so she would know all the announcements.
Meanwhile, the two seniors were getting a bit tiffed about these two lowerclassmen disrespecting them; the one being a complete nutcase it seemed and the other sounding as if she was trying to pick a fight. They had heard the rumors surrounding the girl, but of course rumors were always exaggerated; she probably really hadn’t gone and taken out an entire gang of rival school students. She was just a lowerclassmen girl; what chance would she have against two upper class males? Then again, attacking a girl seemed a little low. Still, she was asking for it, but they were going to give her one last chance to just move on.
”Eh, think you’re a tough little girl aren’t yah? Why don’t you just move on and mind your own business before we have to get a little rough with yah? It’d be a shame to have to put you in your place lowerclassmen.” one of the seniors replied before letting out an evil chuckle.
Now Fuko, of course, knew rather well what could be constituted as a threat, and now as highly sure that these two did not deserve a starfish. They were rude and mean; she couldn’t let her starfish with such people. Accusingly, Fuko stepped out from behind Tomoyo and pointed right at the two of them, rather angry (well, laughably angry considering her looks and voice) at them.
”It is obvious to Fuko that you two do not deserve to see, let alone hold, an adorable starfish and so you shall never do so. Starfish are highly allergic to rude people.”
The two seniors deadpanned for a moment, not really sure how to respond to it. Whatever the case, it was obvious that she wasn’t going to show them any respect; they were going to have to do it themselves. The senior that had started the threat lunged forward to try and grab ahold of Fuko, who soon retreated to the safety of the space behind Tomoyo… [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 18, 2010 21:27:53 GMT -6
Sakagami Tomoyo______________________________________________________ A starfish…? Ah, so the wooden carving Fuko held was a starfish. It was quite a nice carving, especially considering it was handmade. That was all she could tell from a quick glance. Honestly, she would’ve guessed it was a star. Tomoyo had been able to learn the strange girl’s name by that odd third person speech she used. Fuko seemed to be a naïve but good-natured girl and when she hid behind Tomoyo’s legs, Tomoyo couldn’t help but feel protective of the unusually small freshman.
”Eh, think you’re a tough little girl aren’t yah? Why don’t you just move on and mind your own business before we have to get a little rough with yah? It’d be a shame to have to put you in your place lowerclassmen,” the senior threatened. Sakagami Tomoyo frowned, her eyes traveling between the two upperclassmen. Did these guys want to get hurt? She really had wanted to avoid a situation like this.
The crowd seemed to sense the tension and their murmurs grew louder. “Hey, do you really think they’re going to fight?” a student asked another.
“I don’t know. It looks like this’ll get serious. Should we tell a teacher?” Tomoyo heard this and hissed under her breath. That was the last thing she wanted to happen. Of course, nothing physical had happened yet, but at the moment, it looked like she was the one causing trouble instead of it being the other way around…
“No way! This could be interesting,” another bystander exclaimed. All these people were here for the entertainment, weren’t they?
When Fuko stepped forth, she earned quite a few surprised looks, with Tomoyo sporting a similar bewildered expression. “It is obvious to Fuko that you two do not deserve to see, let alone hold, an adorable starfish and so you shall never do so. Starfish are highly allergic to rude people,” the starfish maniac said, allowing for a long and awkward silent pause to settle in afterward. It was… certainly a weird moment. Nobody really knew how to respond to such an odd assertion. Was Fuko trying to tell them off?
It must have seemed that way, for one of the senior antagonists growled and lunged forward for the freshman who by now had retreated behind Tomoyo again. ”Hmph…!” Almost instinctively, the silver-haired junior thrust her knee into the large male’s abdomen and sent him stumbling back in pain. An excited roar erupted from the audience. It was a mistake that she had actually landed a hit on him. She had been intending on using only defensive maneuvers, but since she hadn’t been anticipating the attack, her body had moved on its own. “Can we please stop this before you get too hurt?” Sakagami asked as if she were offering them a favor. She didn’t want to be fighting students from her own school.
The boy’s other companion stood there, frozen for a moment as if he now understood the rumors about Tomoyo’s strength. Had they underestimated this girl? It was a simple, ordinary knee thrust, but it seemed to have had quite the effect on his partner. Now it looked like he was considering what to do. Tomoyo grew hopeful that he would back down, but when he rushed at her to avenge his teammate, she knew that wouldn’t be the case. Having seen it coming this time, she distanced herself from Fuko, not wanting the girl to get hurt in the crossfire.
“You little bitch…!” the senior boy growled as he rushed forth, his right arm positioned behind his head and his fist balled up, ready to strike.
A punch was launched at Tomoyo’s head, obviously aiming to bring her down in a single blow. The hallway erupted in chants and cries again. She dodged the soccer player’s fist easily by throwing her weight to one side, and before her assailant could react, she grabbed hold of his wrist and whirled around behind him, quickly taking his other wrist to restrain him in the typical handcuff style. It was over quickly. Both of them knew it. Her trapped attacker didn’t even try to kick her with his heel. He was probably too embarrassed to try, or he knew it would be pointless.
"Don't go around bothering kind people again," Tomoyo said. It wasn't a warning, but more of an order. She didn't get a response, but she took that as a sign of compliance.
“Ah… Sakagami-san went easy on them,” someone in the audience remarked.
Sensing there was little fight left in the two bullies, Sakagami Tomoyo released her hold and let the pitiful guy go. She ran her hand through her hair and stared around at the cheering crowd. She only hoped there would be no consequences in store… but it didn’t look like any teachers were coming, nor did it look like anybody besides the two beaten males harbored ill feelings toward her, and even then they wouldn’t report the fight, because after all, they would be getting in trouble as well if they did. Either way, it was obvious now that she had acted in self-defense and for the sake of Fuko, so Tomoyo figured she shouldn’t worry about it too much.
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Post by whammy on Sept 19, 2010 15:52:48 GMT -6
Fuko noticed the crowd around them was all talking as if there was a fight or something was going to happen? Was this situation getting that bad? Hmph, well, it was a well known fact that people who hated starfish were violent, right? Well at least these two were. That would probably explain the reason why the girl was now standing in front of her, and giving Fuko better reason to stand behind her. She even held up her starfish as some sort of shield thing. There was no way the starfish would let her get hurt. After all, they could squish bugs for her, she could squish them.
Emboldened, Fuko stepped forth and gave her two cents about the situation, ignoring the fact that apparently everyone else thought it rather odd that she did so. It didn’t even bother her that there was a moment of silence between everyone. She didn’t find the comment odd, and in the silence she went back to the safety of, well, the back of the scene. What did surprise her, however, was the senior lunging towards her. Fuko had her starfish brought up to protect her, and was about to step out to the side or so when the girl defending her quickly took him down with a thrust of the knee and a warning to end the fight before they got hurt. Fuko, for now, stayed quiet and decided to watch the situation.
The other boy soon tried as well, but it didn’t take long before he was beaten down as well and incapacitated. Victory was made! Fuko would have to give this girl a starfish after all this, both as a thank you and to invite her to the wedding. Her sister would love this person. She always liked people who defended her little sister after all. The two of them ran off as the crowd cheered. Stepping out from behind Tomoyo, Fuko had to get the last word in before they were completely gone.
”Fuko will ensure that you two shall never gain a starfish!” she yelled out, probably creating another weird moment of silence. After all, most people wouldn’t see the threat of never getting a starfish as, well, threatening. For Fuko, however, this would be the worst thing that could ever happen to someone.
With the fight over the crowd was probably going to begin to disappear. Fuko, however, really didn’t care; she didn’t even think about the involvement of teachers or anything like that in this situation. Instead, her focus was on the girl who had just scared off the bullies who refused her starfish. Seeing as she still had one in her hand, Fuko raised it up to offer it to the girl.
”Fuko requests that you please take this starfish and congratulate her sister on her wedding day.”
Fuko was silent for a moment before she remembered the questions that were always asked of her after that statement. Wanting to speed things along, Fuko decided to preemptively answer them for the girl. After all, it was a nice gesture.
”A date has not been set yet, but Fuko is sure it will be soon. She was a teacher at this school three years ago and I want everyone here to congratulate her.” [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 19, 2010 17:10:37 GMT -6
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“Fuko will ensure that you two shall never gain a starfish!” Indeed, this caused yet another silence to fall in, but it wasn’t like it was a bad silence. It was more of a confused silence, but Tomoyo swore she heard some students whispering excitedly about Fuko. “She’s so cute…” Yes, that’s what they said, and Tomoyo could hardly disagree with that. Fuko had a sort of childlike charm that was hard to resist, unless of course, one really had no heart.
Things returned to normal quickly though, and with the fight over, the crowd began to dissipate. The two bullies from before were nowhere to be seen anymore. They probably slunk away in embarrassment. The short starfish-obsessed girl didn’t look like she was going anywhere, however. Although it wasn’t quite a surprise to Tomoyo when Fuko raised her wooden carving, offering it to her, she hadn’t quite been expecting it, either.
“Fuko requests that you please take this starfish and congratulate her sister on her wedding day.” Ah, so this girl was handing out these starfish as wedding invitations. Fuko must have been handing these invitations for a while if she knew what Tomoyo was thinking to ask.
From what Fuko said, there was no set date for the wedding, but it would be soon. The soon-to-be-bride used to be a teacher at Hikarizaka High School. What truly touched Tomoyo however, was the fact that Fuko was such a considerate sister to be making sure the wedding would be a great success. It was a heart-warming example of selfless dedication to another’s happiness.
The considerably taller gray-haired girl smiled graciously and reached her hands out to accept the starfish. It wasn’t the normal kind of gift Tomoyo often received from other students. First of all, the gifts she was used to receiving were the ones that could be bought from a store. Few people went through the trouble of making gifts by hand. Second of all, Tomoyo didn’t quite know if this counted as a gift, either. Maybe it was meant to be more of an incentive to go to the wedding? Either way, starfish or no starfish, her answer would have been the same.
“I’ll certainly try to set aside time to attend,” she assured the freshman girl. “I wish the best of happiness to your sister, and I hope you can get many people to see her wedding.” Tomoyo paused for a moment, holding the handmade carving close to her chest. She didn’t feel like she should end the conversation there, but what else was there to be said? There was something interesting about Fuko, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Was it just the odd nature of the girl that made Tomoyo continue to linger? Probably.
It also felt a little strange knowing the girl’s name while Fuko didn’t know hers. “Ah, and I’m Sakagami Tomoyo of class 2-B,” she introduced herself. As an afterthought, she asked, “What class are you in?” She figured it’d be handy to know so that she could drop in sometime during lunch and ask if the wedding date’s been set.
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Post by whammy on Sept 19, 2010 21:10:12 GMT -6
Amidst the silence of her declaration Fuko was standing rather proudly at herself. It had felt like she had seriously responded to them and the reason for their fear. Well, okay, the girl beating the crap out of them helped, but they were now running in fear and despair at the thought of never getting a starfish ever again. It was about then though she heard the crowds whispering about something, but Fuko gave it no regard at all. The only thing she could think of was first, thanking the girl and second, that everyone else there might want a starfish. Before she could deal with the latter, however, the crowd began to disappear before she could do so. Oh well, she had this one girl she could discuss with at least.
Of course, the girl accepted it, with Fuko beaming in triumph. Not only could the girl defeat bullies who insulted her starfish, she was a friend to them as well. This instantly brought the girl into Fuko’s good graces, which was a very hard thing to do. Fuko placed her somewhere below starfish of course. Maybe above sea slugs or something like that would do. This was an odd compliment but worked. After all, Fuko did like sea slugs, if not as much as starfish or this new girl.
”Fuko would like to thank you, both for myself and for Fuko’s sister. I will be happy to see you there.”
Fuko stepped back for a moment, looking at the girl. Something seemed…off about the scene. That was until the girl held it close to her chest. Fuko beamed and then gave her two thumbs up. The scene was adorable, and the starfish complimented the girl’s hair, which Fuko finally noticed was similar to hers. Was this girl a future version of her, Fuko Ibuki? Long, grey hair, love of star fish, and pure awesomeness? Hmmm, no, that couldn’t be it. There were…circumstances that prevented that from being true. Plus, her eyes were different, and some other things changed Fuko’s mind. Oh well…
”This is an awesome scene. Two points!” Fuko stated in regards to the girl with the starfish.
At this moment the girl introduced herself as Sakagami Tomoyo of 2-B before asking Fuko what her name was. Seeing as she was a little oblivious to her third-person narrative of speak, Fuko started by introducing herself.
”I am Ibuki Fuko of Class…”Fuko realized she wasn’t technically a part of a class. She just sat alone in that one room alone carving starfish. That, or that reference room. This was an odd situation to be in…,”of Class Asteroidea.” Ha, that would serve as an acceptable answer, right? She would never learn that was the official class of animals that starfish belonged to. It was perfect! [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 20, 2010 15:54:07 GMT -6
Sakagami Tomoyo______________________________________________________ Ibuki Fuko was certainly… an interesting person, to say the least. Was there a point system in place that Tomoyo didn’t know of? She didn’t think she had done anything that would have earned two points and two thumbs up, but she had a nagging feeling deep down that it’d be best not to question the girl’s logic or motives right now, nor did she feel like she should move from her current position if she didn’t want to ruin the “awesome scene”.
When Fuko stated her own name, Tomoyo at least found use in learning the girl’s surname. Ibuki. So the woman who was getting married would have been known as Ibuki-sensei as a teacher at this school three years ago? That was logical. Tomoyo doubted any student at this school would know that name now, unless of course, they were a third year student who had been here since freshman year and had been retained a year at least one time. How many students here would actually attend a stranger’s wedding, anyway? She wondered if Fuko was having much luck in convincing people to attend.
… But that question in her mind was replaced with puzzlement when Ibuki Fuko spoke of her class. “Class Asteroidea,” was what Tomoyo heard. Was that meant to be a joke, or had Tomoyo merely heard it incorrectly? And if it was meant to be a joke, she didn’t find it funny, nor did it make much sense to her.
After a short moment of reevaluation, the junior came to the conclusion that what she heard certainly didn’t sound like a class name, for it contained too many syllables, and so whether she had misheard anything, what came out of Fuko’s mouth was indeed not a true class at this school. She just hoped she wasn’t being rude for not laughing at an attempted joke.
Perhaps Fuko was just being true to her childish nature and simply stated a word that started with the first letter of her class’s name, like A for alligator, B for bird, and C for cat. But what did Asteroidea mean? If she recalled correctly, didn't "aster" have to do with stars? ... It seemed likely, considering it had come out of the mouth of the starfish-loving Fuko. In the short time Tomoyo had known Fuko, the girl's enthusiasm for starfish was the one thing that couldn't be doubted.
Why did she need to go through all this trouble to decipher what Fuko meant? Tomoyo mentally kicked herself. She should just ask.
“Sorry, I don’t think I heard you properly… Did you mean class 1-A?” Sakagami Tomoyo asked with a raised brow. She never went into an in-depth study of the scientific classification of starfish, so she didn’t know that was what Fuko had been referring to when she said she was from Class Asteroidea. If she had, Tomoyo wouldn’t have needed to go through the process of incorrectly trying to figure out what Fuko really meant.
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Post by whammy on Sept 20, 2010 20:36:16 GMT -6
Safe in her belief the girl would accept her statement of “Class Asteroidea”, Fuko was shocked to find there was a moment of doubt in the girl as she stood there thinking about something. Fuko began to sweat a little in fear, thinking the girl might find that there was something up to her story. It didn’t occur to all to Fuko that it was….not a normal answer to say the least. Of course Fuko thought herself a completely normal girl so of course such a thought wouldn’t pass her mind. Standing there, Fuko stared the girl down in hopes of scaring her away from the truth. It probably wouldn’t work; the girl just took down two bullies after all.
Soon, however, the girl asked if she meant Class 1-A. There was a way out, but Fuko felt this wouldn’t be the time to lie to a stranger. Especially since this stranger seemed like the kind of person who would be kind enough to actually help her if she told the truth. That, and maybe track down the truth should she lie, and Fuko didn’t want to get on this girl’s bad side. No, she was going to ask this girl for the truth. But not in public of course. Fuko had an odd mind, but even she knew that telling her situation to the public at large would bring upon things she didn’t want to bring. Especially if said things travelled beyond the school and her sister heard….
”…Please come with me. It’s a private matter and I don’t want all these weird people to hear.”
With that Fuko grabbed Tomoyo by the arm and began to drag the girl down the hall. Her eyes glanced side to side to try and find an empty hallway or room or something. Eventually Fuko located an empty class room and ducked inside, bringing Tomoyo in with her. Taking a deep breath, not even caring that the girl was probably confused as confused could be, Fuko stepped back a little and held close to her starfish. She looked down at it for support, a little afraid of what she was going to have to say to this.
”Well, you see, the truth is…”
Fuko held up the starfish again towards Tomoyo, but more to show off than as a gift. She was hoping the girl would notice the cuts on her hands and the overall work she put into the starfish.
”The truth is all I do is sit in an empty classroom, taking old wood from the art room no one wants and carving them into these starfish. I-I don’t go home; I’m hear all day and night carving….” Fuko responded, worriedly looking at the starfish. Her eyes were even starting to tear up a little bit, but she didn’t let them flow. Instead she focused on forming the words, but her memory of the events of the last few years were, well, fuzzy. She wasn’t sure at all what to say about it except what she knew.
”Three years ago I was almost hit by a car on the way back from the opening ceremony. The next thing I know for sure I was here, carving these starfish. And I don’t know why, but I’m not sure my voice could reach my sister…..” [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 21, 2010 19:48:00 GMT -6
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The class Fuko belonged to was a private matter? Tomoyo gave the short girl a bewildered look and opened her mouth to ask what the matter was, but she couldn’t get a word in before she felt her wrist grabbed by a small hand, and before she knew it, she was being dragged down the partially empty hallway. “Hey, wait… where are we going?” Tomoyo asked futilely, her voice sounding more confused than anything else. It really was no use to ask, though.
Her long gray hair continued to flow out from behind her as she was pulled along. She didn’t bother resisting. She could easily have broken free from Fuko’s grip, but that didn’t seem quite right. Doing so would have been like prying away a lollipop from a little kid’s hand. Did it seem silly to be pulled around by Ibuki Fuko? Without a doubt, yes, but Tomoyo had barely bothered to check for other students’ reactions to such a scene.
Soon enough, she found herself whisked away into an empty classroom. This must’ve been their destination, as Tomoyo’s wrist had now been freed. The junior stood and looked around briefly, wondering if there was extraordinary about this room.
“This place…” she thought aloud for a bit. It looked like any normal classroom after school filled with empty desks. Tomoyo guessed she had been brought here just because this place was empty. After all, Fuko had previously stated that she didn’t want “all those weird people to hear.” Now her eyes were on the freshman.
She honestly didn’t know what to expect. Right now, it looked as if Fuko was trying to muster up the strength to speak by staring down into the starfish sculpture in her hands. Tomoyo couldn’t recall when Fuko had taken another out of her bag. How many wedding invitations did this girl make and carry around with her all day?
“Well, you see, the truth is…”
Tomoyo patiently focused all of her attention on the small girl standing in front of her. There was something about the way Fuko spoke now that made Tomoyo realize that this was not going to be something silly, but something quite the opposite. She hesitated for a moment when Fuko presented the starfish to her, but she soon realized that this one was not to be taken, but instead, to be looked at.
It looked like the other starfish she had been given – carefully cut and carved by hand. Tomoyo’s blue eyes blinked and her gaze traveled to Fuko’s fingertips where the faint traces of paper cut-like wounds were just barely visible. It took a moment for her to realize that they were not paper cut wounds, but wounds from clumsily handling a knife.
What was said next was the last thing Tomoyo would have expected. It just didn’t seem real. The truth, according to Fuko, was that she didn’t attend classes at all. She always stayed in an empty classroom, using the art class’s unneeded supplies for her own carving needs, and never returned home. How was something like that possible? Tomoyo was ready to ask her one question, “How?” but Fuko still looked like she had more to say. Hopefully what would come next would shed more light onto the situation.
Instead, the next words out of Fuko’s mouth only served to startle and hurt Tomoyo’s head more.
“Three years ago, I was almost hit by a car on the way back from the opening ceremony,” she had said. “The next thing I know for sure I was here, carving these starfish. And I don’t know why, but I’m not sure my voice could reach my sister…”
Nothing like this was possible, but why would Fuko make a lie so absurd? Sakagami Tomoyo closed her eyes in thought, trying hard to process all this information. What should she ask first out of the many questions running through her mind right now? For some reason, this story sounded strangely familiar. There was something about the car that she heard about before. And then it hit her. There was a rumor going around the school, wasn’t there? It was about a ghost girl who had gotten hit by a car.
Tomoyo was left with a decision to make. Should she trust her logic or the girl standing before her? It would be rude to dismiss everything Fuko said as a lie, but how was it possible she was telling the truth? There were no such things as ghosts, were there? Puffing out a weary sigh, she finally decided to just drop all the questions and make an offer to help Fuko with her mission. “Fuko-san, if you’d like, I could help you make your starfish.” Tomoyo hoped this promise wouldn’t interfere with her schedule later on, but for now, it seemed possible.
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Post by whammy on Sept 22, 2010 21:29:13 GMT -6
Fuko did not notice that Tomoyo was rather bewildered by her rushing her out of the hall like that, nor did she really hear anything about her asking where they were going. Instead her view was completely focused on getting to her definition. She didn’t even bother looking back at Tomoyo; instead she just knew the girl was still there from the fact her hand was still being held by her. As long as that hand was there, then she was fine. Considering she felt her hand the entire time, Fuko was sure that Tomoyo was following her. Well, at least some girl; Fuko had sort of forgotten the name in the rush of the moment. She’d remember later.
Eventually they arrived in the classroom, and Fuko positioned herself as Tomoyo was once again confused. Instead she focused on getting her message across to the girl. Fuko could tell the girl was paying attention to her, and for a moment she almost grabbed the starfish when held. Fuko held on tight, however, just to make sure the girl didn’t accidentally take it. After all, it was just being used to demonstrate a point, that’s all. It didn’t take long before Fuko brought it back to her as she continued onwards with her ‘startling revelations.’
Even some as naïve as Fuko could tell when someone was having trouble believing her. She could tell by the look on Tomoyo’s face she wasn’t sure what to believe. Fuko kept talking before she got to say anything about it, and this was the part that was most important. It was important enough that even the normally upbeat Fuko to shudder a little bit in confused sadness, not really sure why she was there. She truly didn’t know; she could remember the car almost hitting her, but then nothing else. All she knew was that she was here in the school and she had this feeling of having to carve starfish for her sister.
When Tomoyo closed her eyes to think, Fuko stayed quiet and watched. Fuko did know that what she said could be hard to believe. Still, it was the truth, Fuko knew that! She wasn’t sure how it worked or why it did, but Fuko knew this had to be done. If Tomoyo didn’t believe her, then fine, she would move on with it on her own. This was her mission; she couldn’t go to her sister directly, but she could gather all the students in the school and bring them to her wedding. Finally, the girl gave out a sigh, and what she said next brightened Fuko’s mood.
She said she would help her with the starfish!
Fuko’s mood instantly turned into a bright, cheery girl again as she gasped a little with a mix of joy and surprise. If the girl didn’t already have a starfish Fuko would have given her another right now. But with this girl on board, however, there was more important things to be done. They were going to have to get wood, a knife, and she was going to have to teach the girl how to carve the starfish. Then they would have to hand them out and get people to take them. It was a big operation after all….
”If that’s the case, you may call me Fuu-chan, Tomo-chan.” Fuko responded, giving the girl a thumbs up while giving her a nickname to shorten her name. Tomoyo was too long and unwieldy; Tomo worked much better. Fuko then turned into a questioning mode, looking at her starfish then knife then Tomoyo.
”How much do you know about carving starfish?” [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 24, 2010 15:02:55 GMT -6
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It had come as a surprise to her when Fuko became serious moments before, but that was short-lived, it seemed. The rate at which Fuko’s mood changed from being sullen to overjoyed was astounding. Tomoyo found her childish personality to be charming, but quite tiring, too. Fuko… well, Fuu-chan, was just like a little kid, both physically and mentally. Tomoyo accepted her own nickname, Tomo-chan, without any arguments. It was admittedly a cute name.
She noticed Fuko’s gaze travel between the starfish, the knife, and then over to Tomoyo. “How much do I know about carving starfish…?” Tomoyo repeated the question as if considering how she should answer it. “I’m quite competent with my hands, but honestly, I’ve never carved starfish before,” she said. “I’m sure I can learn, though.” The ones Fuko made were basically just like stars with rounded edges, weren’t they? They couldn’t be too hard to make… right?
What was she getting herself into? That was the question she asked herself now. She reassured herself that all this work was for a good cause though. What better motivation to do something than for the happiness of another? The gray-haired girl looked at the wooden starfish she had been holding in her hand this whole time, almost having forgotten it was there among all the confusion of being rushed into an empty classroom.
She then glanced at her wrist watch. School ended almost twenty minutes ago. Tomoyo felt that she could probably put in some time after school each day to help Fuu-chan with the starfish, but she doubted she’d be able to do that every day because of being busy and whatnot. “Now then, shall we get to work?" Tomoyo asked. "Or… should we try passing out the starfish you have left over? There are probably still some students in the halls.”
Even though most probably were busy with clubs right now or had left the school already, she bet that there would be at least a few people putting up posters or hanging out with their friends inside the school, or just staying around for some other unknown reasons. Those people would surely have enough time on their hands to accept a wedding invitation.
Then again, Tomoyo didn't even know how many starfish Fuko had left, so if there were too few to bother handing out, they could just get to work on making more starfish and Tomoyo could learn the art.
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Post by whammy on Sept 24, 2010 18:59:42 GMT -6
The girl had no objections to her nickname, and so Fuko branded Tomoyo with the nickname Tomo-chan. It was an adorable nickname, right? No, Fuko was certain it was an adorable nickname; that was an undisputable fact in her book. Everyone else would love to have a nickname as cute as Tomoy-chan, but they will never have such a thing. Fuko did not give out such things on a whim; they must be earned. Otherwise, she will attach –worst to it and move on. With that in mind, it was to quiz Tomoyo on her handiness with carving. Apparently she had never carved a starfish before but was sure she could learn.
Fuko nodded for a moment before responding,”Fuko is sure that you will be able to master the art of carving starfish under Fuko’s tutelage. Once Tomo-chan is done, she will be carving starfish second in adorableness only to the original!” Fuko responded, sounding a weird mix of an ancient master and overly-excited school girl.
Getting ready for preparations, Fuko did not notice Tomoyo’s eyes wandering to the starfish and her watch. Fuko was more concerned about digging through her bag in an attempt to try and track down another knife for Tomoyo to use. If Tomoyo was going to be able to carve, she was going to need a knife. However, Fuko was not having much success in finding a knife; she apparently only had the one knife on her. Besides, she was also low on wood at the moment. They would have to stop by the art room and confiscate some supplies for their own use; a noble sacrifice for a cause such as this right?
About then Tomo-chan was asking what there was to do, and Fuko gave up searching her bag. Seeing as carving was out of the question for the moment, it was time to try and pass out starfish. The recent fight would draw out a crowd, and Tomo-chan’s apparent popularity would hopefully attract many more future starfish lovers. That would mean, even with the low amount of finished starfish they had, they would have plenty of takers for them.
”It seems my supply of starfish is low for the moment, and Fuko does not have another knife on her either. So we shall search out students and give them the gift of starfish!” Fuko responded enthusiastically as she looked down on her own personal starfish, enraptured by how cute it was. Before Tomoyo would know it, Fuko was lost in a day dream, filled with starfish dancing about as people launched starfish-shaped fireworks in support of Starfish Festival Day. Of course as far as Tomoyo could tell the grey-haired girl was lost in some sort of euphoric daze…. [/blockquote]
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Post by Sakagami Tomoyo on Sept 25, 2010 15:44:13 GMT -6
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Tomoyo put her hands on her hips and let out a smiling sigh. “Second in adorableness? Alright,” she said, fine with receiving her seemingly subordinate position. She didn’t know what the quality of Fuu-chan’s teaching would be, but she wasn’t expecting much from her. Tomoyo observed Fuko digging through her bag for something – probably carving supplies if she had to guess. When Fuko abandoned the search, Tomoyo suspected that she had failed to find what she had been looking for.
Fuko explained that although she was running low on starfish, she didn’t have a spare knife for Tomoyo to use. Therefore, they would settle for handing out as many starfish as they could for now.
“Ah, I see…” The junior then took on a thoroughly skeptical look, with one brow raised questioningly. “Wait a second, isn’t carrying a knife around school against the rules?” she frowned. When she didn’t get a response, Tomoyo noticed Fuko was looking a little… odd. It was like Fuu-chan was lost in her own little world or something, even making happy, dreamy sighs to go along with her current state.
Tomoyo called out to the dazed starfish lover, “Fuu-chan? Earth to Fuu-chan.” She tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder, once, then twice. She still got no response. It seemed hopeless to even try to free Fuko from her daydreaming, and it was very weird see someone so caught up in their own thoughts. Should she just wait for Fuko to snap out of it? … How long would she be waiting if she did?
She decided to finally stuff away her own starfish into her school bag and set everything aside on a nearby desk. How should she bring Fuko back to reality? Tomoyo pondered over the possibilities for a moment. “I guess we should get started passing these starfish out as soon as possible…” she said, mostly to herself, and gently pulled Fuko’s starfish-filled bag away from her. Surely Fuko wouldn’t ignore this… right? These starfish seemed to be quite important to the freshman. Or was she really a freshman?
Tomoyo thought back to what Fuko had admitted before, and then about all the rumors going around school. Was Fuu-chan truly a ghost? Tomoyo told herself she shouldn’t be worrying about such impossible things right now. She could do that at home or something. With Fuko’s bag in hand, she walked to the exit and pulled the door open, looking behind her to see if the girl had snapped out of her daze yet.
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Post by kyou on Sept 27, 2010 8:33:58 GMT -6
suddєnlч, thєrє's вєαutч ín thє wαч mч hєαrt ís cαvíng ín. αnd єvєrч scαr rєmínds mє hσw í cαn't dєnч. fυנιвαуαѕнι куσυ suddєnlч, thєrє's cσmfσrt ín thє wαч thє wσrld cσmєs crαshíng ín. αnd єvєrч tєαr rєmínds mє í'm αlívє tσníght. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. I waited eight long months, she finally set him free. I told him I can't lie; he was the only one for me. Two weeks, and we had caught on fire. She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile. The end of the day... The one time where Kyou knew she had to watch out for the idiots of the world, especially at school. There were so many of them, she could hardly distinguish them from each other. Most of them were men, too, and most of them were dumb enough to toy with her... Of course, she could deal with them in a swift manner, usually involving a dictionary and a foot to the face. Her biggest "adversary", however, had to be Sunohara Yohei... Strangely enough, however, she hadn't caught a whiff of the annoying blonde maelstrom that he was. Him, and his high-pitched voice that screeched the ears and made him even more annoying... And he screamed like a girl, too, which in itself was funny.
By the time Kyou had left the classroom, however, the hallways had mostly cleared, leaving her to walk grudgingly through the hallways, seeming somewhat tired and in a dull mood. She would have to walk a ways to get to her bike - as parking it on school property, where everyone could see her, was the dumbest idea ever - and after gym class today, she wasn't really looking forward to it. Despite that, she loved her bike; it was probably one of her most favourite things she owned. Of course, her using it to commute to school was against school rules, but... Rules were meant to be broken, right?
Having been in a bit of a daze herself, Kyou hardly realized that she was walking quietly towards two girls standing in the hallway. Upon realizing it... She stopped. The one girl she recognized as Sakagami Tomoyo, a junior, but the other... She was not sure. The unidentified girl looked as if she were in some sort of daze, and she was holding... A wooden star? What the hell? This is kind of weird, you'd think as a senior I'd at least have seen this girl before, but... I don't recognize her at all! Kyou raised an eyebrow, not saying anything, but wearing a questioning look across her face.
“I guess we should get started passing these starfish out as soon as possible…”
"Starfish? That's what those strange wooden carvings are?" Kyou queried, tilting her head slightly to the side. Her tone was slightly blunt, as always, her look sort of a questioning are-you-serious? sort of look. "Doesn't resemble a starfish to me. I thought it was just some random carving of a star..." Of course, now that she'd essentially made her presence known, it would be at least kind to introduce herself, right? She had to at least seem friendly... In a strange sense.
"I'm Fujibayashi Kyou, from 3-E. You're... Sakagami Tomoyo, right?" Her tone was a bit unsure, mostly because she didn't want to be somewhat silly and mistake this girl for the infamous Tomoyo. Kyou had to be careful; this girl's reputation was that she could kick asses and take names, which Kyou certainly could not allow to supercede her own reputation with the seniors. Of course, Kyou didn't want that to be the only thing she herself was known for, but she had to keep the seniors on their toes, now didn't she?
"Who's this girl? I've never seen her before..."
Second chances, they don't ever matter; people never change. Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry; that'll never change. And about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way! Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want And what they like; it's easy if you do it right! Well, I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE!
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