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by Munchenhausen » Mon May 12, 2014 8:59 am
I write more consistently in the First Person, but I'm worried I use 'he' and 'she' too often.
Such is the life.
Anyway, here's another baseless fic that's been floating around my head for some time, but rest assure it's not as 'LOL RANDUM' as the Hanako one. I stuck to only one obscure idea, this time.
Also a chance to practice my French. I failed French, by the way
The Mysterious Stranger
I make my way through the Yamaku courtyard.
I'm running a little bit late for Hanako and Lilly's teaparty, but not too much. Just enough to justify a half-jog/half-walk style of movement... I hope.
I just don't want to make a bad impression of myself infront of Hanako. I'm not sure, but I think I'm starting to like her...
When I get to the door, I can hear the mumurs of voices. There's Lilly's voice, Hanako's voice... And a third that I can't quite make out. Is Akira visiting again? I knock twice and hear the slight surprise in everyone's voices.
Silence. Wait, why silence? Akira hasn't brought Wine again, has she? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Lilly calls out first.
"Who is it?"
"Guess."
My deadpan answer draws a giggle from her and she beckons me in. I open the door and poke my head in.
Lilly and Hanako are sat in their usual spaces, but...
But...
Akira isn't there.
Rather than Akira...
What the fuck?
There's an athletic-looking, middle-aged man with a buzz cut sat to Lilly's left, wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. Is that a football kit? Yeah, it's a white football kit. He doesn't look Japanese at all...
My silence is obviously enough of a tell, as Lilly and Hanako start to giggle. The man raises a wine glass and nods at me. Although he looks really out of place, the girls seem to be alright with him, so I step in and close the door behind me.
"what..?"
"Hissaaooooo~" Hanako is slurring already "I want you to... you gotta... Y'gotta meet our n-new friiieeeeeeend!"
The man chuckles and stands, offering me a friendly smile and a hand to shake. [Salút] That's certainly not Japanese, and it doesn't sound like any English I know.
"H-hi..?"
He laughs and shoves a wine glass in my hand, smirking. [Je suis Zinedine. Enchanté!] He laughs again and goes to sit back next to Lilly, throwing his arm around her waist. He seems friendly enough, even though I have no idea what he's saying. Being as he's still here, I'm assuming one of the other two can.
[Alors, qui est ce garçon?] The man looks at Hanako and motions his glass towards me. Hanako stares blankly at him.
"Yyyes?"
The strange foreigner starts laughing, followed shortly by the two drunken ladies.
I don't think even he knows why he's there.
"He's one of Akira's friends. Well I think he is... He was with her at the very least... I can't really remember," Lilly begins giggling. Akira was here? How late am I? How much has everyone drank? I look down at the table, complete with three empty wine bottles and two full bottles, and then to my own slightly overflowing glass.
Hell, it's a Saturday. I can afford to drink a bit tonight!
---
[Et je dit, "Je veux dire, tu sais a qui tu parles au moins?"!]
I have no idea what he said, but it was the funniest thing I've heard in a completely incomprehendable language. I openly blame alcohol.
From what I understand of the three-hour drinking session with this stranger, is his name begins with a Z, he's from Europe, and he brought the wine. Everything else is a drunken blur.
Hanako stands up and almost shouts, thrusting a half-full glass i to the air.
"Zzzzzzidane! Show H-H-Hisao your pa... -hic- party trick!"
Zidane laughs and protests, but soon complies after being begged by both girls. He stands, pulls me to my feet and carefully puts his hands on my shoulders.
[Vraiment?]
I think that was a question... Sure, why not? I nod. He leans back... Really far back.
Really really far back.
Finally, he yells at the top of his lungs.
[ZIDANE!]
Before I can react, he headbutts me in the chest.
Hard.
The sheer force of the impact throws me to the floor.
Stabbing pains shoot through my arms and I clutch my chest. The frenchman in front of me laughs and bends down when I fall to my knees.
After he tries talking to me, his laughter stops and he looks more concerned. It's obvious to him that he's done more damage than he expected. I don't know what anyone's saying, but now Lilly and Hanako are shouting at him. He grabs a bottle of wine and backs out the door, before sprinting down the corridor. People have started poking their heads out of their doors, curious as to who was shouting. The man is long gone, by the time a member of staff arrives.
My vision fades and my body falls cold, yet his war cry till echoes through my mind as what I'm sure are my last thoughts.
Zinedine Zidane.
Heart of gold and a head of steel.