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Anyway, this is still a work in progress. Don't worry, you'll eventually see the end. Yes, before KS will be released, unless the Devs suddenly pull a fast one on me and release it tomorrow (please let them pull the fast one O.O)
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=======Chapter 7======="Seventh Heaven"
My plans to sleep in a little today are rudely disrupted by a loud knocking noise, coming from the general direction of my door. Groaning, I peek at my alarm, which cheerily tells me it's only twenty minutes past six in the morning. I'd be able to figure out who was knocking by just that, if I had been allowed to wake up naturally. With a sigh, and a half-shouted "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I get up to open the door.
On the other side of which I find Emi glaring at me. You'd think she had done enough of that yesterday to last her a lifetime. I just rub at my face, trying to vanquish the drowsiness, before asking, "What is it, Emi?"
"You're supposed to be at the track, mister!"
"So you can tackle me again? No thanks." Oh, that came out a little nastier than I intended.
Emi actually takes a step back at that, and her glare melts away, to make place for a genuine expression of hurt. She fidgets for a moment, then says, "Look, I'm really, really sorry about yesterday, but I was-"
"I don't want to hear any excuses, Emi. You know what's wrong with me, and you still crashed headlong into my chest. I'm trying to survive this mess, which is why I asked you not to run into me in the halls." Maybe a little sternness will help. It's against my nature, and those eyes are making it even harder, but if I didn't say this now, it might never work.
The short girl flinches several times during my speech, and the hallway is quiet for several minutes after I'm finished talking. Silent except for the sound of a legblade shuffling over the carpet. There's a few moments where she visibly attempts to say something, but so far, she shrank back without making a sound each time. Eventually, she turns towards me, and bows down.
And in a very small voice, she says, "I'm really sorry, Hisao. Really, really sorry. I promise I won't run into you again from now on. Please don't be mad at me?" She keeps her head lowered when she stops talking, and I'd actually like to let her feel the silence a little while longer, but I can't help myself. I let out a sigh, and start to close the door, saying, "I'll get changed."
Two minutes later, I open the door again, to find Emi standing there with her usual cheerful demeanor. With a loud "Yay!", she attempts to throw herself at me, but I raise my hand just in time to catch her face from smashing into my chest again. "Emi. Chest. Careful." She says something in response, but the sound is muffled by my hand. I'll just take it as an apology this time.
Emi then takes my hand in both of hers, and shifts it to the side of her face. With her eyes closed, she rubs her cheek in the palm of my hand, the most blissful expression on her face. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks in response. Again, I must've made some sort of noise, because Emi opens one eye slightly, then grins a most victorious smile, and finally lets my hand go again.
"Y-yeah, all set."
"Great! Let's go!"
I swear, these girls are going to be the death of me yet.
The morning run happens without any further incidents, though Emi was holding her arms a little weird. When we're done, I actually feel content with myself. Or, well, when I'm done. Emi stays on the field to 'finish her routine', however many laps that entails. Deciding to try and avoid Kenji this time, I force myself to take a quick shower, but to no avail - Kenji enters the showers just when I'm done.
"Oh, hi Kenji." I try to make it clear that I'm trying to hurry out, but it's pointless as ever.
He frowns suddenly, and says, "Where were you, man? I've been looking all over the place."
"What do you mean, 'all over the place'?" I'm just praying at this point that he'll make it quick. I'm in no mood for his usual thursday morning rant.
"You know, your room, and... Yeah, that's it. Hey, I mean, I still had to get up, though. Whatever, It's not important. Can I borrow some money?" His attempts at an innocent face and casual look never fooled me. I mean, did he ever really expect that to work, anyway?
"What do you need it for?"
"Ehhhh..." He frowns for a moment, then smiles. "Can't you just give it to me because I had the good will not to run through your pockets while you were in the shower? I could have, but I exercised restraint. And in the end, isn't it the thought that counts? Come on, be a pal."
"Rifling my pockets would've been pointless, anyway. I don't carry my wallet with me when I go running. Besides, you would only have had seconds to check them."
He looks at me for a long moment. Or at least, in my general direction. And I think he's actually blinking.
"Why would you go running? No, wait, who did you run with?"
"I'm trying to get in to shape, and I ran with Emi."
"Aieeeeeeeeee!" Fortunately, his abject scream of terror only makes me cringe this time. Man, that hurt my eardrums.
"Her! What the hell is wrong with you, man? Do you know who you're dealing with? She's a public health danger! Do you know how many people she sends to the hospital monthly with her carefully placed flying tackles?"
"Well, I could hazard a gu-" He doesn't let me finish my half-hearted attempt at a joke.
"She's one of them! A key player in the vast conspiracy that aims for the complete submission of everything that is manly! I can't believe what I'm hearing. I trusted in your judgement, man. I thought we were brothers. you have to stop this before it's too late."
"And lose a perfectly good opportunity to stay healthy? No way, man. Besides, if I'm not in shape, who's going to be there to back you up?"
He ponders this for a moment. "Hm. Maybe you're on to something here. Infiltrating their ranks like this would be most unexpected." Kenji's response, however, is very much expected. Maybe I can get out of borrowing him the money this time.
"So can I have the money?" So much for that happy thought.
"Ugh, fine. How much?"
"I thought it-" Wait, no, he didn't say 400 yen this time. Dammit, he got me. "Fine. I'll slip it under your door when I head to class if I don't see you again before then."
"Awesome. Thanks, dude. We should go bowling later on."
"Sounds like a plan. You had better pay me back that money, though."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggghhhhhh......" Damn, I thought I'd avoided that one. "You're not supposed to be so tight assed about money between brothers in arms, man. Men have it bad enough as it is." I manage to cut him off before he goes on about porn stars this time.
"Maybe if I'd been a rich man, but my allowance is low enough as it is already, and I need enough of it for food already."
"Fine. I can pay you back in stuff, right?"
"I'd rather you didn't." There's no telling what kind of crap he'd try pawning off to me. "Also, you have one week."
He seems to be glaring at me now, but whether it's because of the time limit or the interruption, I can't tell.
"Well, if you're going to be that rude about it, fine. Now, the time has come."
"For another fort?"
"Don't be silly, I just like saying that."
Right. "I'll be going then."
"Remember to spot me the money, man."
"Don't worry, just be sure to pay me back later on." And I manage to get out of the shower without having heard a rant about feminist conspiracies. Small victories.
After I get dressed, I make myself a simple breakfast, and since I have a some spare time, a little less simple lunch. Of course, this means I barely manage to enter the classroom before the bell rings, for which Mutou decides to tell me, "Glad you decided to join us today, Nakai." I mumble something in response, and quickly take my seat.
Then I remember what else I missed this morning - Lilly and Shizune facing off about some form. For some reason, though, Misha and Shizune seem none too pleased, and Shizune is actually sending angry glares to the back of the class when Mutou isn't looking. Blinking, I look to where the class rep is glaring, soon as I'm sure Mutou won't see.
To find Hanako sitting in her seat. She's seemingly shrinking back from Shizune's gaze, but when she sees me looking at her, she gives me a small wave, and when I respond in kind, a relieved smile. I smile back at her a second, then return my gaze forward, pretending to pay attention to class. I'll have to ask her why Shizune was behaving like this during lunchtime. Misha ignores me completely this time around, which probably means Shizune isn't paying me any heed either. I guess this could count as another small victory, all things considered, but getting a cold shoulder from Shizune still bothers me.
I'm glad Hanako smiled at me, though. It means yesterday was less of an issue than I feared it might be. Now I just hope Lilly won't resent me for it, either. I guess I'll find out during lunch today. I hope.
So when the bell rings, I join Hanako at her desk, doing my best to ignore the heated glares coming from the student council. I'm starting to think I prefer the icy ones. In order to prevent more glares, I quickly suggest to Hanako, "How about we go find Lilly now?" A slight emphasis on 'now' to indicate that the sooner we leave, the better.
"S-sure." Another smile. That had better become a habit of hers.
When we get to Lilly's classroom, most of the students are still there, apparently discussing the festival plans. There's no way to get inside or to get Lilly's attention without disrupting that, so we decide to wait outside.
Fifteen minutes pass before people start filing out. I let out a small groan and a whispered "Finally." Not quiet enough, since Hanako immediately giggles softly. I give her a grin, and as soon as there's room to walk, we enter the classroom.
Lilly is the last one there, appearing to be sorting through some things. We walk up to her and I give her a cheery "Hello" to make myself known.
Smiling, she turns towards us. "Hisao? And is that Hanako with you?"
"Y-yes, Lilly, it's us," Hanako responds while walking past me to Lilly's side.
"We figured we'd try and pry you out of here for some lunch," I say, holding up my own before once more realizing how futile that is.
Letting out a small sigh, Lilly answers, "Would it pose much of a problem if we were to have it here today? I'm afraid the festival rush leaves me with little time to enjoy proper meals."
"No problem here."
"I-it's fine with me."
Hanako and I quickly put some desks together, and while Hanako guides Lilly to a seat, I set out our lunches. The next several minutes pass in silence as we all eat. When I've finished my food, I decide it's high time to find out what happened this morning.
"Shizune looked awfully angry this morning, Hanako. Any idea what might have caused that?" My seemingly innocent question drags forth a huge blush from Hanako, but at the same time, that little smug smile I saw this morning. She keeps her mouth firmly shut, though.
Lilly seems hard-pressed to keep her amusement to herself this time, and after another minute of silence, bursts out laughing. Hanako blushes even more at this, and I'm left feeling very, very confused. And before I can get an answer out of either of them, the bell rings, and we're forced to pack up.
Before Hanako and I leave, Lilly says, "I'm sorry, Hisao, I promise we will tell you what happened later today. Therefore, please come to my class as soon as lessons end." And with a wave and a smile, Hanako and I return to classroom 3-3, the girl still blushing, and me almost as confused as when I'd passed out on tuesday...
=======================================================Now what did Hisao happen to miss out on this morning?