Ice, Ice Baby
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Post by Aizawa Shou on Jun 25, 2012 16:38:24 GMT -6
Saturday 17th May 2003. 02:05pmA familiar building. Of diluted blue stone, and cloudy black metal. An ice rink. Home to the local youth hockey teams and the figure skating teams. A stepping stone to Tokyo, and then to the Winter Olympics. With naught but her jacket, and older cousin Jun for support, Aizawa Shouko was here again. It was time to train. 'Neath her jacket was the form-fitting leotard she'd grown so used to.
A slight wind crept across her body, through the thin fabric, whistling down her minute cleavage. Two sharpened skates dangled in a pair from her neck, like medallions as she entered. Jun gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before he took off to the spectator's stands, while Shou entered the chilling embrace of the rink.
Other girls had already gathered, and had started their stretches, with only a couple on the ice. Shou was certain to run into her rival sooner than later, and that fiendish smirk caught up with her. She'd practiced her heart out this week, today was only the cherry on the cake. A chance to show Fuukami how much she'd improved, and to remind her how much she needed to improve.
Spotting her elder family member in the stands wave gaily at her, Shou simply waved back at him, hanging her jacket up on a hook. She approached their skating instructor, Misao Fujimura, who greeted the young girl warmly.
"Aizawa-san. You're here earlier than normal."
"Ah, yeah, I guess I am. That's not a problem is it Fuji-sensei?"
Fujimura shook her head.
"Yosh~ I'll get onto the ice then." Shou pipped happily, removing her footwear, ready to lace up her skates and take to the floor. As she did, Shou hummed a childish tune she sang when being taught how to tie laces. It was a silly ritual, but perhaps good fortune would befall her today for reciting an old mantra.
Satisfied with the taught of the laces, Shou hobbled her way across the rubber flooring, and made the wonderfully refreshing sound of sharp metal crunching away at ice as she glided across the frozen floor, ready to begin.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jun 25, 2012 18:05:50 GMT -6
Here I am again. This unique blend of smell. From the fresh sensation of the rink, to the stuffy air of the locker room. The smell I have grown used to, from a long time ago. This is going to be a part of me for many years to come.
Mama used to have a dream, one that millions of athletes around the world yearn for: to obtain an Olympic gold medal. Tragically, she never had a chance to fulfill it. The only thing she can do now is transferring what she has known to the younger generation, including me. Therefore, I have to put all the knowledge I've been taught, all the skills I've been honed, to good use. I will be her strength. Her dream has become my dream. I will progress to achieve it, step by step.
But I wonder, can this body of mine be improved further? I look down at the familiar white leotard I'm wearing, which still fits my frame like a glove since my last year of middle school. Can't I grow just a little bit taller? At least I can improve on my jumping power, allowing me to perform even more spectacular moves.
Letting out a sigh, I finally decide to move out, greeting Instructor Fujimura as part of the routine. She has quite a talent in coaching, that's what I like most about her. On the other hand, she always tries to remind me not to overexert myself, just like Mama. Am I really at my limit? Can't it be exceeded? Isn't it what every person yearn for?
Engulfed by the chill, my body shudders a bit by reflex. I take a look around the rink, scanning the seats high above, while tying the laces at the same time. He hasn't come here ever since making the promise to me. What is he doing? Even though I didn't force him to come and see me every session like attending club activities, he should at least show up once in a while, to see me in action. And I thought I might have a chance to ask him how I look in my training outfit... Wait, what am I thinking? It's not like I care about his opinion or anything. I just want to show him.... Wait, wait, that sounds so wrong. Somehow I can feel steam coming out of my head despite the low temperature.
I scan the perimeter again, and notice a figure with recognizable silver hair. Can that be him? Calling out to him sounds rather embarrassing, so I decide to wave at his direction.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jun 27, 2012 0:42:23 GMT -6
He wondered if he was... welcome.
Sure, she had invited her here; that girl with the pink hair who had asked her to come, along with many of her other demands when they had first met. She... he did not always understand her; it was as if she shuffled between her faces every time they met.
He had come here to fulfill her request, something he had not been able to do for so long a time... but that was only part of the reason he was here.
It felt like he was at a threshold he needed to cross. This feeling of dread was familiar... when one stood before the door but lacked the courage to knock.
No one stopped him going in, except for a bit of identification with the security. The atmosphere inside was foreign... the muted dark colors of the walls and the floor, the glassy whiteness of the ice... it reminded him of his first impression of Japan when they had migrated... colder, distant, different. He could taste his uncertainty.
Perhaps because he might not just be any visitor to her.
There were but a few people in the hall... he wondered if he happened to be the only one inside who did not know the fine details of what was going on. He found her with ease; the unique coloring of her crown gave her away, in a second. She was waving; he waved back, tentatively, slowly, his hand not higher than his face.
His other hand drifted to his satchel, which contained more than what it usually carried; he had borrowed some... materials... for... explanations. He approached, looking for a place where he might comfortably seat himself and watch the proceedings. The black-haired trickster, during the school festival, had insinuated that she... liked him.
It might be true, and it might be not.
He might not find out which it was, here and now... she might not even know it herself... he himself did not know how he felt about this...
...but he was going to try.
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Post by Aizawa Shou on Jun 28, 2012 13:58:17 GMT -6
Gliding across the ice was always calming. The slicing sound of the blades scoring their way over the frozen liquid let the young girl know when to speed up, and when to slow down. Here, she could focus wholeheartedly on one thing and worry about nothing.
Her rival, and her ostentatious air of wealth had arrived with her glaring white leotard. It seemed like she had brought a guest, as she waved out to the stands. At first, Shou paid no mind until she caught a glimpse of that indistinguishable head of hair. That guy, the one that'd been in the drama room with Tomoya Okazaki, Koji's friend.
Surely it wasn't him?
Were they dating?
Shou huffed to herself, and continued circling around until she was ready to show off some of her new tricks. A complicated Axel jump of many rotations than the norm. The world around her spun past incomprehensibly fast, yet she kept perfect equilibrium, and gild off to one side. A gleeful smile formed on her face. She'd perfected it at last. All those stumbles and bruises were worth it.
Shou was pleased. Not taking the idea of defeat into consideration, she pushed herself to her limit, and then a little more so she could do even more next time. Training her body to move in such a way, her lungs to breathe in tandem with the movements. In on the ascent, out on the descent.
Jun cheering her on was all the inspiration she needed today. Koji was likely hanging out with friends, but that didn't matter. He was entitled to do so. She continued on, and skated up to the group to allow someone else free reign of the ice to show what they had learned.
"Your turn Amano-san."
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jun 28, 2012 18:02:15 GMT -6
Finally, he waved back. He finally came here as promised. I know it is his duty to show up, but somehow another part of me feels... happy. That feeling is so pleasant that I can't help but put on a big smile. A different smile than usual, totally devoid of intentions. Besides, since I have obtained a spectator of my own, I can have a boost of confidence. Aizawa, we are finally even in this aspect.
Feeling refreshed despite my heart thumping a bit faster than usual due to my memories of the previous encounters, I settle myself down on the sideline and watch my rival's moves. No matter how much I resent her, I have to admit that she has talent. Watching her dancing around on the ice, I can't help being mesmerized, despite the word "showoff" repeating endlessly in my mind. Those moves spark my ambition to outdo them. Especially that double Axel jump, one of the most challenging moves. From the look of it, she'll probably master the triple Axel in no time. But that doesn't matter anymore. Any trick she can pull out, I can do it too. My perpetual number-two status does prove it in a way, even though it's rather frustrating to mention it. Aizawa has probably spent lots of time practicing that jump, but I've definitely spent more time on honing my jumps more than anyone else in here.
After Aizawa and some other fellow skaters, it's my turn now. I ready myself, cast a look towards the white-haired guy above, as a way of saying "Watch me!", then take off.
The sound of my blades' first impact on the ice fires me up. I decide to start with the simple moves, just for warming up. Then I proceed to do a donut spin, one of my favorites. I may be inferior to Aizawa Shouko in jumps, but definitely better than her in spins, since I could master those moves in no time.
Time for the finale. I steer myself into position, then redirect my body strength into my left foot. A split second later, I'm up in the air. My mind is now a blank, only focusing on spinning like a top. Move, my body, move. Then I try to focus on my right foot, once the gravity starts to pull. Come on, don't fail me now.
I can hear nothing but a huge "thump". I'm finally back to the surface. I let my body be carried away by the momentum, then carve an extra-deep line on the white layer to bring myself to a halt. I let out a huge breath while leaning against a separating board. I don't care whether the others congratulate me or not, just cast a glance of my sole spectator, as if to ask him "Did I do well?"
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 1, 2012 22:08:14 GMT -6
He was somewhere between uncomfortable and not so comfortable.
He found a seat among the benches, where other spectators have situated themselves, just as he had. Part of him felt a bit self conscious, even though the attention of his fellow watchers were with the skaters, and even if they were able to glean the fact that he was a new face, it was not like they would care that much for a newcomer, a stranger's appearance. After all, there was a first time for everything.
He had barely settled down, his baggage upon his lap, that the first of the athletes began to explore the rink. She was already in the midst of her spinning when he brought back his eyes to the spectacle; her moves were definitely something, but not knowing the nuances of the sport gave Ayumu the feeling that he would not exactly be able to appreciate it. He remained silent even as polite applause and muffled exclamations emanated from the company he was now part of. The brunette finished her routine... and the Mizukami recognized her... he had met her before. Koji-senpai's... cousin?
The boy tried to keep his focus among the performers, even if the scrutiny of movements-- how they compared in grace, in efficiency, in balance-- were not exactly his domain. He thought it would be impolite to be bored, and he wondered if he was getting bored, even as he stifled one of his reflexive yawns. He did not want to be impolite. Skates traced across the stage, their owners possessing a cat's composure, spinning like tops and sliding like swans. Maybe, with a little effort, he could admire this... properly.
Soon it was his... host's... turn. Her eyes found him before she began her drifting, and the first-timer felt... just a bit... embarrassed. He could not help being conscious of her... and it was all her fault. Somehow his eyes managed to find characteristics in her that he had conveniently ignored with the other contestants, even if they possessed them too: the tightness of her attire, the trajectories of her legs, the flow of her performance... and of course this heightened insight felt like another layer of embarrassment, as well.
She ended it with a similar move as to what... Aizawa-san had done earlier, rising and twirling in the air, a snowflake in the wind. He was still unwillingly entranced when she finished, when she turned her eyes again on him, like in the beginning. He half-smiled, unsure if his expression would be seen in the distance. He was uncertain of what gesture to show, and ended up not showing anything.
He was terribly unsure of her... of himself.
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Post by Aizawa Shou on Jul 2, 2012 16:13:56 GMT -6
The minute bird of prey watched from the sidelines. Barely paying attention to her fellow skaters, her two judgemental chocolate eyes had their black inner core shrink and expand as she visually scrutinized her rival as she gazed up to the stands.
Her relative's pale-haired acquaintance didn't seem particularly moved by the even shorter girl's performance. The corners of her pale pink lips curved. He didn't think much of Iryna's work, while Jun was shouting words of encouragement married with his own unique spin on applauding.
Giggling to herself, Shou moved her form a little ways out onto the ice. Her Axel jump wasn't the only thing she'd been practising on. Her corkscrews had improved, and she thusly displayed it by gaining speed, and slowly spinning, with each revolution she grew faster and faster still. Shou was spinning like a drill bit, boring her way slowly into the ice. She now crouched down low as she spun, curling her left leg up. She came to a grinding halt, digging her left skate in, kicking up a diamond-like storm of ice, to have it rain down upon her in a majestic finish.
Her smirk was very telling.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jul 2, 2012 17:23:16 GMT -6
I try to scan my sidekick's face for any reaction. All I can detect by the sharp eyes I'm quite proud of is simply a subtle change in his mouth. He smiles a little, but end up being the quiet, stoic self again. Hmm, I can't read him. Is he one of those pretty boys in shoujo manga who wins girls over merely by icy stoicism? Even though that's part of the reason I'm interested in him... maybe. Or is he trying to find the most appropriate words? Well, if that's the case, he will gain experience over time. Or... is he overwhelmed by my performance to the point of speechlessness? If that's the case, I'll be very honored.
I decide to switch to verbal communication once I get close enough to him, and ask: "What do you think of my performance earlier?" But then, my rival decides to show off again, diverting my attention.
So she tries to beat me at my own game, eh? Fine. I'm on. The double Axel I pulled earlier is just the intro. I turn my head towards the white-haired boy, saying a quick "later", then take off after her.
Watch this! My Illusion Spin technique! Unlike the basic camel spin, in which my stretched leg remain parallel to the ground, I have to make that leg going high and low alternatively, while still rotating around the center point of my body. Hence I'm moving like an electric fan tilted at an angle.
Next is a flying sit spin. As long as I gain enough momentum, I take off into the air, pull my left leg back, stretch the other, and imagine myself as a frisbee. A harder variant of the normal sit spin, in which I can stay on the ground, but I managed to master this one in a jiffy.
Now for my other secret move. A combination between Axel and flying sit spin. The Death Drop. Aizawa probably just thinks that I focus only on the Axel jumps to beat her. But here's my ace in the hole. I perform an Axel maneuver, then jump into the air again. Come on, my sidekick, my rival, watch me and be awed. Once my right leg is already high up in the air, I proceed to putting my jumping leg up, slightly backwards. In just a split second, I feel like I'm going to fall face flat on the ice. But then I let my spinning momentum take over, and my right foot make contact smoothly with a satisfying metallic sound. Once inertia is in effect, I let myself go with the flow, and sit-spinning in place, like a propeller just after being switched off. Alright, how's that? I slide for a short distance, skid myself to a halt, creating a sleet near "his" place, and take a proud bow.
I slide towards my opponent's place, and give her a smile while saying: "Bet you didn't see that coming, right?", and move towards him again, waving my left arm joyfully. I don't care for anyone's applause right now, but his.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 4, 2012 23:58:24 GMT -6
Oh. She's approaching.
Well... it was not like he did not foresee that... but even though he himself had initiated this encounter, part of him wanted to run off... and not be seen... and various other cowardly things. Of course she would approach him...
"Um, hi..." he stammered, as a beginning.
And even before he had the chance to give an explanation... that, well, she looked fantastic... no, not that way, her performance was fantastic... at least as much as his amateurish eyes can tell... (although of course he probably shouldn't mention that he wasn't sure which was better between Aizawa-san and she...) and that, sorry, he wasn't just the sort of person who pulled enthusiasm from nowhere, and he probably wouldn't be able to beat Aizawa-san's dedicated cheerleader...
...she went back. Wait, was that Aizawa-san going for it a second time? Was that... allowed? Wait, did she just go back there because of that? Is there some sort of rivalry going on between those two? "Ugh." This just might be harder than I thought. And I thought it was hard enough in the first place. Augh, they're showing off.
While, yes, part of Ayumu was appreciating the show... (no, not that way, just normally appreciating!) a large chunk of his psyche was, as per his inner monologue, already getting paranoid with these recent observations, and frantically predicting localized doomsday scenarios.
She'd seen Aizawa-san go at it, not just on the rink, but even at a certain delinquent senior... and he had a pretty good idea that Fuukami-san can rival her in fury, even if the black-haired trickster had managed to toy with her last time. I hope they would just stay with showing off. Then again, they usually interact with each other here, so it wouldn't escalate... right? Unless... unless...
She's... coming back again. She seems... happy. Though Aizawa-san might do another... what was that proverb about rocks and frying pans again?
"Uh, hi, again. That was good."
A short pause. He was really bad with this.
"And the one you did before that, too."
Hopefully he'll be able to explain further before... something... anything... happens.
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Post by Aizawa Shou on Jul 9, 2012 12:26:17 GMT -6
"That little..."
Shou clenched her small fist tightly. Her own vice-like grip threatened to poke her fingertips clean through her palm. As Iryna skidded past, she delivered unto Shou a statement that fired up her infernal rage. The burning gaze she gave the smaller girl almost scorched through the ice. Patting her stomach Shou huffed angrily.
Deciding to venture over to Jun's side of the spectator stands, the young teen called her cousin down. Despite his reassurance that she'd done well, and to keep training, Shou was less than enthused. She slowly ran her hands across her leotard, below the abdomen.
"Three pounds. Just three pounds and I can clean her clocks with a full quadruple axel. I'll train extra hard, lose a little more weight and then I'll be the first!" Shou huffed to her relative, who gave her a blank look. She lightly chopped the top of his head in response.
"Mattaku... You're not even paying attention Jun-nii."
The older boy shook his head rapidly.
"I did. You know... There's a pretty good reason why no-one's done a quad before Shouko. Don't overdo it. Oba-san will kill me if I let you get hurt."
Shou huffed,and decided to spin rapidly on the spot.
"If. I. Just. Get. Enough. Momentum. On. The. Jump..." she declared with every rotation, before coming to a grinding halt, "I should be able to do it."
Her brows furrowed as Jun rubbed the back of his head, and provided her with little else, other than his uncertain gaze.
"You don't think I can do it, can you?"
Again, Jun shook his head.
"No. That's not it. It's not that I don't think you can do it. You can d anything you put your mind to... I just don't want you to get jealous of Fuukami," he started nodding his head over to the young fluorescent-haired girl, "her parents have the money to buy her the best training. So don't push yourself on that account."
Pouting, Shou reached over the barrier and grasped Jun's mouth with two fingers, squashing his lips together.
"Skill always beats money. Always. I wasn't born with greatness like you and Koji-nii. Music stuff confuses me. But I dare either of you to step onto this ice and do one spin."
His silence was all she needed, and her devilish smirk returned to her face, as did her invisible horns and demon's tail as she sped off back to her rival for 'congratulations'. She was talking to Koji's snowy-topped friend, but Shou didn't feel like using her manners.
"Not bad Fuukami. Some advice though. That landing wasn't a hundred percent crisp. You dug your toe in too much. Step it up, or we won't be in the same heat for regionals soon." She declared, the air of self-righteousness dripping from her assertion, enough to pool on the floor below her.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jul 9, 2012 18:20:02 GMT -6
"Thank you", I can't help but beam by my own accord, "I'm really happy you find it good". It's been a while since the last time I put on a big, genuinely happy smile like this. I meant everything I said earlier, and this feels great. Now I fully understand why my rival always looks chipper once that guy (cousin of hers, if I remember correctly) shows up. Having your own supporter(s) really has its perks.
And Ayumu-kun, my sidekick, well, even though his praise can be seen by others as half-hearted, I'm fine with it as long as he speaks up. That expression of his... somehow reminds me of a confused puppy who just got wet from the rain. It's rather cute, and it makes me want to pat his head... no, wait, I mean... that puppy-like image of his is cute, not him. If he was a Labrador, I would take him home... even though I'm more into cats, but dogs really have their own charm.
Then a certain somebody comes by, breaking me from my trance in an attempt to rain on my parade. "That landing wasn't a hundred percent crisp. You dug your toe in too much", eh? Sure, that statement does make me annoyed, but somehow, I don't faze at all. Then the next thing come to my head is: "Is that all you can say?" Teehee, guess I managed to get under her skin after all. I turn around, facing my rival, giving her the most cooperative tone possible: "Thank you very much for your advice. I will perfect it in no time."
I face my sidekick again, giving him some orders: "Hey, Ayumu, can you accompany me once this session is over? We can talk for a while... well, since it's been a while since we last saw each other, and..." I unconsciously twiddle my fingers, "I want to... thank you properly for coming all the way here..." I really do. He is my sidekick, my very own Watson, so... he should spend more time with me.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 9, 2012 23:04:24 GMT -6
She... she looks really happy. This is becoming eerily predictable.
In the corner of his eye, he could see Aizawa-san seething. Then again, his paranoia had reached its low roof, so it wasn't like he could be more alarmed. He wondered if adrenaline pumps in times like this, too. Between the brunette's displeasure and the pinkette's joy, he was having a distinct curdling of the stomach.
But then, Fuukami-san surprised him. The other skater, as she had approached him, shot off a verbal barb regarding her... second performance. The surprise was... she did not counter with a barb of her own, but accepted it gracefully... and then tossed it away. Was she that happy I complimented her? Agh... I shouldn't be so assuming...
And then... she was back, to him, again; he struggled to dispel the doubt that she brushed off her rival just because she wanted to talk more with him. He sighed.
The twiddling of the fingers were fitting into the pattern too much. He'd never seen anybody real twiddle their fingers before. He was noticing too many things... and what the hell does 'thanking properly' consist of? Well... "...there are things I want to talk about... too." Her invitation saved him the trouble of... asking her, so that was good... right?
He leaned, and nodded, his head to acknowledge Aizawa-san, in the distance, partly to say that he saw her and recognized her, and partly saying sorry for his pink-haired companion. He hoped Fuukami did not think it too much. "When... how does your session end, anyway?"
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Post by Aizawa Shou on Jul 15, 2012 21:45:21 GMT -6
The cruel freight train of jealousy was making an express run past Aizawa Station with no stops. She'd never had a reason before to be jealous of her insipidly diminutive rival. Something about this scene between the magenta-haired little one and her monochromatic-haired friend. It could've been that he was Koji's friend and thus could've been introduced to her on a more formal basis.
She found herself drifting away on the frozen artificial body of water contemplating the embrace of it's chilly depths. She'd be glad to drown in the freezing, subzero pool if melted. Her rival now, smaller, more petite. Was this what they called a lolita complex? Regardless of whatever possible complex someone had, Shou began to notice her dizziness, the faintness in her head, and unease in her gut.
Skating across the solid water, Shou managed to grab Fujimura-sensei's attention.
"Fuji-sensei... I don't feel so good."
Tutting, Misao twisted around to the young girl with a disappointed look on her face.
"Shou-chan. You know it's against the rules to starve yourself. I told you before. If you starve off weight instead of working it off, you'll just make yourself sick," she scolded, in a way that reminded the teen of her mother, "go tell your cousin I said you can leave early. And Shou-chan?"
"Uh-huh?" Shou questioned as she readied herself to leave.
"Eat something."
"Hai, hai. Don't worry Fuji-sensei. I won't forget." The girl declared, waving her instructor off. Without looking at Iryna, or Ayumu, she ventured over to Jun. It was time to leave.
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Post by Fuukami I. Iryna on Jul 15, 2012 22:10:51 GMT -6
"There are things I want to talk about... too." Oh, great. That's splendid, it's not a sarcasm. At least this time I'm sure that he's more willing to keep me company. Anyway, I have to reward him for making his first visit to my training ground: accompanying the lovely Princess of Ice (that's what the sports magazines call me) until evening. I heard that dogs like rewards and encouragements, so maybe I can boost his enthusiasm this way. Lots of other guys would do anything just to be of use to a cute girl like me.
Then he asks me when this training session will end. Well, no big deal. I only told him the starting times anyway.
"The sessions usually last for two hours, so I will finish at four. Then we can go somewhere to talk. You OK with that? Since... I prefer a more proper place than this stadium."
I really need to go someplace else, since I can already sense various glances and stares from both my fellow athletes and the bystanders. The girls will very likely bombard me with questions, so I have to get away from them as soon as possible. I won't let anyone ruin my perfect day. Not when I managed to one-up my rival, which is a rare occurrence. Seeing her split is icing on the cake.
"Besides... I feel like having a parfait."
Somehow today I just feel like speaking my mind more than usual.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 27, 2012 23:08:51 GMT -6
At the corner of his eye he noted Aizawa-san's exit; she did not seem to have noticed his gesture. With what Fuukami was telling him, her leaving must be premature... and he still would have a little more time. Perhaps he could clear things up, explain the situation, to Aizawa, in another place, another time... except now he wasn't so sure what the situation was.
He envied the happy-go-lucky attitude of the girl who so casually called her a 'sidekick', something which she had never really clearly defined. He wondered what it was supposed to mean; after all, it would probably not just be 'admirer' or 'companion', since she had plenty of those, and he definitely was not a part of the former (...or was he?). It seemed that he was the only one who was seeing the proverbial cauldron boil... perhaps she was unaware because, in essence, she was the cauldron.
"I guess I'll wait a bit." he said, resigned. "A... parfait?" he repeated, as she mentioned the food item. He'd never had one before... perhaps that would be a bit of consolation. If she didn't make him pay, that is. (Though if she didn't... that would confirm his suspicions more...)
He sighed. Perhaps he could write a bit... brainstorm a bit... consider just how he was going to break his hypothesis about the pink-haired girl... to the pink-haired girl. He hated confrontations. Still... two hours... time was both short and long. He might come up with something more... or nothing else. A couple chapters of doubt.
"Go on." he told her. He would cross the bridge when he gets there... and he was getting there, really fast.
END.
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