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AN: Roughly edited by me on 12/19/06
Chapter 1
New School Blues
An agitated sigh was heard.
"Say 'Aa'."
"Aaaaaa."
Pulling down her eyelids, opening her throat wide, and then finally stretching her arms out, the older teen moaned.
"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about a thing, okay?" Said the girl who was looking into a mirror that reflected back a girl with sleek black hair put into a half pony tale, the part left down only reaching a bit below her ears.
"But honey," the woman who stood next to her, the girl's mother, was surprisingly young looking. Perhaps in her early thirties, the woman's eyes were a chocolate brown color and her hair was dyed an auburn color. "I don't know. Why don't you just go to school tomorrow?"
"Come on Mom," she rolled her eyes, "just because my eyes are a little mistier than normal doesn't mean I'm going to die. Plus, I need to go to school; I have to register and everything."
"Well, I guess, since it is your first day starting at this school," the mother ran her hand down the back of her daughter's head, "but if you start feeling sick, call me, okay Miori?"
"Yup! Now, I'm going to be late if you don't let me go right now!" Leaning up to kiss her mother on the cheek she said, "Bye."
"Bye, and have fun!"
"I will, bye," quickly slipping off her slippers and into her shoes, she then exited through the plain door and out into her apartment hallway.
'Like I'd have fun at school,' she thought miserably. Beginning to make her way out of the crowded apartment building, Fujimoto Miori sighed. 'I already know what everyone's going to say, probably things along the lines of 'Hokkaido? She's a country girl!' I can already hear them.'
She watched enviously at the little kids playing in the park, 'Their lives are so easy. They probably don't even have to go to school yet.'
Miori's scuffed up black shoes made tiny clinks and clanks as she dragged her feet across the pavement, and her plain white school skirt swished along her knees.
'I wonder what they'll say about my old uniform?' She wondered to herself.
The outfit was indeed quite plain compared to the other school girls walking around her. A simple dark blue blouse was the top shirt, with white suspenders connecting to the knee length white skirt. She had only normal ankle socks on, while the other girls had fashionable loose socks.
'They'll probably call me poor,' she thought sadly, 'which I am, but still, it's hard to move from Hokkaido to Tokyo!'
A sudden increase in noise brought her eyes to the two-story school building about a block ahead of her. Taking a deep breath of air and grabbing onto her backpack, she began to venture into the school.
'This is it. My first day at Kantoka High School, you can do this Miori. All of these students are juniors, they're mature, and they won't tease you.'
But when she entered the high school she saw the boys slapping branches together pretending they were kendo masters, and the girls were all sitting together looking at magazines and giggling over guy idols, most likely Hirai Ken, Flame, and w-inds.
'Or maybe not,' Miori groaned, 'I'm going to die-Ahhh!'
A basketball shot out of no where suddenly came hurdling towards her face. Raising her hands to block the incoming ball she heard an "Oh shit!" being shouted.
When the ball never made contact with her face, she hesitantly peaked through her eyes, surprised to see it spinning in air a few inches above her face. She blinked once to make sure she wasn't imagining things, but when she opened her eyes the ball was bouncing on the ground.
'Maybe I am sick today,' she thought, quite confused.
"Sorry about that-oh-new student!"
She turned her head to see the group of boys who were playing basketball, her eye twitching as they all checked her out.
"Why are you apologizing, she was in the way!" Miori flashed a glare to the tallest guy, who had just made that remark, "Plus, look at her; she's not even that great looking."
"Just because you have a girlfriend Kyushin, doesn't mean we don't get to check girls out." One of the guys muttered.
"Whatever, hey girl, throw us the ball!" He grinned, "Unless you're too weak."
Bending down to pick up the ball, Miori bounced it a few times, and then stood up with it. Examining it briefly, she moved her eyes to the basketball hoop that was at least thirty feet away, then easily shot the ball and swished it through the hoop.
"Wow, look at that!" A brown headed short guy began to laugh, "She made that shot when you couldn't even make it twenty feet away Kyushin!"
"Shut up, lucky shot," he grumbled, and as he tossed it back to Miori he said, "Do it again if you're so good."
Taking a good look at him, Miori sighed inwardly. If not for his awful personality he would have been quite cute. With normal black hair that was ruffled in a lazy fashion and dark brown eyes, it was his height that made him look the best. He had taken off his gray school jacket, so that the black undershirt was showing (And no, Miori did not look at the muscles she could see slightly through his shirt. Never!), and had his pants, which were also a boring gray, a little dirty.
Miori caught the ball swiftly, and she noticed that it was thrown quite hard at her.
'What a jerk,' she thought angrily to herself.
"So let's see it."
Lightly tossing it into the air, she began to spin the basketball on her middle finger, and when she was bored, she flicked the ball off and left her middle finger up at him.
"No thanks, I have other things to do."
The guy was fuming at her while his friends all laughed at him. After several moments of uproarious laughing and Kyushin smacking them all on the heads, the group finally began to shoot hoops again. Miori stalked off with her nose slightly in the air and made her way to the office.
"Yes."
Miori was sitting with her hands folded in her lap, one ankle crossed over the other, in front of a teacher.
"I have your schedule right here," handing her a thin piece of paper, the teacher continued, "now, about your uniform."
"My family hasn't had the time to order a new uniform yet, so I wore my old one, from Hokkaido," Miori explained.
"Hokkaido? So that's why it's so simple," the teacher mumbled, "well, here's a form for buying a new one, and hurry with that, I want the form by tomorrow. I'll take your school picture when you have your uniform for your information card. You can go to your first period class now."
"Thank you very much," standing up and gathering her small binder, Miori bowed and then left.
Her new school was quite large compared to the one back in Hokkaido, which made Miori very nervous. Looking down at her schedule which said, "1st - Science - Rm. 293" she gulped.
'I can't believe there are this many classrooms.' She continued on, taking small breaths, until she reached her homeroom.
'One two three breeeeath. One two three breeeath.' Pulling open the door she took one last breath of air and took a step in.
She clenched her eyes shut.
After several seconds she opened them again…
…to find that no one had even noticed.
All the students continued to talk while the teacher gathered her supplies, and they paid no attention to Miori what-so-ever. Walking calmly up to the teacher's desk, feeling a little relieved, Miori handed the teacher a slip of paper.
"Oh! You're the new student; you can take a seat in the back."
And without even an introduction, Miori was pushed towards her seat in the back, still no one noticing her.
'Jeeze, they're so busy here. In Hokkaido, we always had the student introduce themselves.'
Having a flashback to where she used to live, she remembered when a classmate stood up and said "Hi! My name is Mishimiro Makoto!"
She flopped back into her seat, coming back into reality, and thought 'Makoto-chan.' miserably, 'I miss you.'
She had another flashback.
"Tokyo?! You're moving to Tokyo?! You mean BIG CITY TOKYO!? Oh wow! I still can't believe your leaving us, but I know your mom's situation, and this will be great for you, but you're going to Tokyo? Tokyo is so…so…big! How will you survive?"
Looking at the students in the classroom, all in their small groups, she sighed, 'I don't think I will survive Makoto-chan.'
"Hey, where is Iida-san?" A guy suddenly asked.
"Probably doing you-know-what with Kyushin," a girl replied lightly.
"Yeah," many of the kids in the class began to laugh, and as if a cue, the door opened to reveal a girl.
As she walked into the room her hair seemed to blow around her, each perfectly dyed strand of honey gold flowing around her, all the way to where it stopped down at her waist. Her grey skirt was hiked up so short that it reached several inches above her knees, and adorned on her feet were the popular loose socks.
"Haruna-san!" A girl said happily, "There you are!"
Iida Haruna walked into the classroom gracefully with an almost evil smirk on her face, bluntly ignoring the girl.
"Hey Iida," a guy put his arm on her shoulder, "how 'bout you and me-"
Instead of responding, Haruna spun around and yelled, "Kyushin! Get in here!"
Miori watched with great fascination as the smug guy from earlier walked into the room at Haruna's beckon.
"What?" He grumbled.
"Kyushin, go get me my science book, I left it in my locker," Haruna ordered.
Miori rolled her eyes and silently laughed to herself, 'I hate guys like this, they’re so pathetic. Doing everything their girlfriends tell them to.'
"But I-" Kyushin started.
"Kyushin, I don't know why you have to be such a pain; I wish you would just go do as I say!"
The class was silent, the teacher also, but even through his strange glare, Kyushin mumbled something and walked out of the room. Haruna turned back to a group of girls that seemed to be idolizing her and said, "Good help is so hard to find these days."
"Haha, s-so true," a girl agreed, although it was obvious she didn't.
"Class, get in your seats," the teacher suddenly said loudly, "we have to take roll."
The class all settled down in their seats and the teacher began to take roll. A little ways into the roll-count, Kyushin suddenly burst through the door.
"You're late," the teacher snapped.
"Yup," Kyushin nodded and dropped Haruna's book heavily on her desk, "There ya' go."
Haruna just rolled her eyes, "I don't like your attitude."
"Whatever," he sat down.
Continuing on, the teacher said, "Fujimoto Miori?"
"Here," Miori replied, and as soon as she did, Kyushin swiveled his head around to glare at her.
Miori raised an eyebrow at him as if saying, "What?" and he just turned back, rolling his eyes at her.
"Oh my god," Haruna laughed, "What's up with your uniform?"
"It's from my old school," Miori said bluntly, "was it that hard to tell I wasn't wearing the same outfit as everyone else? My goodness, I heard Tokyo was supposed to be smart."
Haruna glared at her, "And where are you from, some poor town? Bet you're from the country."
"Oh wow!" Miori pretended to act thrilled and continued on, her voice dripping in sarcasm, "You figured out my secret! And I thought it wasn't obvious, you're really good at this."
Huffing, Haruna just turned around and flicked a strand of hair over her shoulder. A few girls glared at Miori, and two guys both laughed under their breath, but Miori just ignored it.
"Iida Haruna?"
"Here."
"Kyushin?"
"Yup."
Miori stared at Kyushin, 'What's up with him and no last name? They all just say "Kyushin".'
Once he was finished taking roll, the teacher began to start the lesson. Miori, ever the great student, instantly tuned him out.
'This is just so thrilling.'
Groaning, Miori looked at her schedule to double check.
"2nd - Trigonometry - Rm. 103"
'No way, don't tell me I have that class with her too!'
Walking through the crowded hallways once again and finding her next classroom, Miori walked in and repeated what she did in her previous class, yet again, taking a seat near the back.
In a matter of seconds the queen started to make her appearance. Miori rolled her eyes. The ever-so-popular Haruna walked ever-so-gracefully into the room.
'One second and her lackey is going to follow.'
"Oh Kyushin! Get in here!"
And in a matter of seconds the "High and mighty", also ever-so-popular, handsome, basketball jock walked through the room.
'Kyushin...What was his last name? Oh, that's right; he was a mystery, never saying his last name! Someone shoot me.'
"What?" Kyushin almost seemed if he was whining.
"Kyushin, darling, you know I forgot my math homework. I really wish that I could have it. May I have my paper now?" Haruna wrapped her arms around him and trailed her finger down his face.
"Your wish is my command."
'How cheesy!' Miori rolled her eyes and silently snorted, 'Your wish is my command! I can't believe he actually does all that for her, but I guess the devil and the witch make a great couple, and those two both are, and wow! They both are going out... Ooh, he's so wrapped around her finger it's sad-'
Miori stopped her thoughts when she noticed Kyushin heavily staring at her, almost…checking her out. Noticing her boyfriend looking at another girl, Haruna turned to glare at Miori.
"Who’s that?" She said sharply.
"Who is who?" Kyushin said back.
"That girl you were staring at."
'They actually have the nerve to talk about me right in front of me! Do they think I can't hear them?!'
"Oh, I don't know, I was just looking at her eyes. They're...gray..."
"Grey? Her eyes? Why not brown, like everyone else," marching up to Miori, Haruna stared directly into her eyes, "Why are they gray?"
"I don't know, maybe because I was born with them," she shot back.
"Smart ass brat, shut up already," Haruna turned to the still glaring Kyushin-was it just Miori, or did he look like he was glaring at Haruna? "Kyushin, I want her eyes."
Kyushin's own eyes widened and he started to protest, "Hey now, that's-"
"Kyushin, baby! I said that-"
"I don't mean to be rude," Miori paused, "but if you want these eyes, they come at a price."
"Price?" Haruna echoed.
"I won't tell you, if you actually were able to get my eye color, magically, you would just have to figure that out yourself," picking up her book, Miori covered her face, "Now leave me alone."
"Fine then, maybe I just won't have your eyes. They're ugly anyway; I want a prettier color, like dark blue or green." Marching off once again Haruna quickly snapped her fingers and said "Kyushin, come!”
Miori watched as Kyushin followed her like a dog. She blinked suddenly as he turned his head to look at her.
'Did Kyushin just smile at me?'
Miori turned around and raised an eyebrow, "Yes...?"
As Kyushin jogged up to her, Miori silently gagged, 'He's going to talk to me?! Great!'
"What's your name again?" He asked suddenly.
"Fujimoto Miori."
"Oh, yeah, I'll just call you Miori-"
"No! Fujimoto-san would be much-"
"So Miori, stop flabbing that huge mouth of yours and come here, I have to talk to you about something in private." He had a cocky grin on his face, and was motioning for her to come to a secluded classroom with her.
"I know what your kind is like, and before you start," Miori began to poke him squarely in the chest, "I am not going into a closet with you!"
"Yeah right, don't flatter yourself girl," Kyushin pushed his dark black hair back out of his eyes, but his hair just fell back into place, "Just, come on, in this classroom."
"I have to get home," she slung her backpack over her shoulder and said, "goodbye."
"Hey now, wait one second!" He grabbed onto her arm and began to pull her the other direction, "you can spare five minutes."
"No I can't!" She skidded her feet against the pavement, "now let go of me!"
"Girl! You come with me now!"
"Bite me!"
"Bitch!"
"I'm not a female dog, use your grammar correctly!" Miori shouted back.
"Fine then, nerd fits better!"
"Shut up you jerk-AH!"
There was suddenly a small "Poof!" noise and a cloud of green dust, and when Miori opened her eyes she found herself in the classroom hanging onto Kyushin for dear life.
"What the-" she started to say, whipping her head in every direction at the sight of her new scenery.
"Now listen to me-" He interrupted, not before she quickly yelled, "I'm going home!"
"Girl!" Kyushin snapped his fingers and Miori's feet stopped moving.
"What did you do?" She asked, "My legs won't-mmph!" And as Kyushin snapped his finger again, Miori's mouth was suddenly zipped up.
"That's better, now you'll have to listen to me."
"Mpph muu mph!!"
"No, just listen to me then I'll let you go!"
"Mpppmoph!"
"Language, dearest!" He grinned, "Now, back to business. I'm here to discuss Haruna-"
"Mpph..."
"I know, I know, you hate her guts right?"
"Hm."
"So anyways, I have a deal to strike with you-"
"Mpph mo..."
"No, seriously. Now this is going to sound really strange-"
"Mph muu nmm..."
"-I will ignore that-but let me continue. I share a bond with you, because you see, I hate Haruna."
Kyushin suddenly snapped his fingers and Miori shouted, "WHAT?!" Quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment, she said in a lower voice, "You hate her?"
"With a passion, all she ever does is order me around, make me do things for her, makes me act like a person I'm not, she's such a bitch!" He ticked off each trait on his fingers, before clenching his fists tightly and glaring out the window.
"You're telling me," Miori muttered, "But if you hate her so much, then why are you going out with her?"
"Well, uhh," he suddenly fidgeted, "I'm a little different from everyone here."
"I knew that-"
"I'm a genie."
Miori stared at him.
"A what?"
"A genie."
Again she stared.
"A what?"
"A GENIE!" He shouted, and then lowering his voice he mumbled, "Dai ja vu..."
"You mean the 'I'll grant you three wishes then go back to my lamp' genies? They don't exist, buddy!" She had walked up to him and was scanning him head to toe. After a minute she lingered at his head before trying to walk off, "You're crazy."
"I haven't taken off the spell on your legs yet you know."
Miori growled, noticing with disdain that she still couldn’t move her lower body and that, true to his word, she was stuck.
"I'm not exactly the genie you think; there are a lot of misconceptions about us,” he began, walking towards her and facing her straight on. “For one, we don't live in lamps. We have our own alternate reality that no one is allowed to go in, ever. Second, we can't actually be set free, we're always genies, and third, we're not swirly and transparent, and we don't have to have our master's say 'I wish' to perform magic." Kyushin explained, all with a strait face.
Miori began to laugh, "Haha-yeah right-haha-you-hahahaha! You actually think you're a-hahaha-a genie and you want me to believe you?! I'm not that stupid!"
"Actually..." he began, his eye twitching in frustration.
She wiped a tear from her eye, "You're the stupid one; I'm out of here..."
"You still can't move, idiot! And if I weren't a genie, how do you explain how I suddenly transported you here, or why your feet are stuck and your mouth was temporarily shut. Which by the way I should do more often..."
"That was just," Miori paused, "I don't know! Maybe my ancestors are playing tricks on me or something. Now whoever is keeping me here, let me go."
"Alright, fine, I'll just have to show you my real form then..."
"You have another form? What, are you transparent and blue or something like that?" Miori crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"No," he growled under his breath, "Princess Haruna didn't like it, so basically, this hair color...not mine. Eye color? They're not brown; they're really a whole other color! My clothes are much different than this-" he started rambling, immersed in his thoughts and forgetting that Miori was in the room.
"I get it already! So you look way different, I bet you are this really ugly guy, right? Because I bet Haruna-san wants her guys to be perfect, right?" Miori rolled her eyes again.
Kyushin just grinned at her, "I knew you thought I was gorgeous." Taking a quick "cute" pose and blowing a kiss to her.
Puffing her cheeks out and ignoring the blush she yelled back, "Yeah right!"
"Anyways, to prove my point I'll change, okay?" He stared at her.
Miori stared back.
They both stared at each other for awhile.
"What?" She wined.
"Can you close your eyes?" He said back bluntly.
Blushing furiously again she yelled, "How was I supposed to know?!" Then shutting them she shuddered, "Hurry up though."
"Shut up…and don't peak!"
"Like I'd want to!"
Miori suddenly shuddered and her small strands of hair escaping from her half pony tail blew around her.
"W-What is that?" She asked, but it came out more in a whisper. The air wasn't cold; in fact it was quite warm, filling her body with a soft tingly feeling.
Kyushin didn't reply to her question, he just said, "Keep your eyes closed for a bit longer."
"Why do I have to anyways?"
"If you open your eyes you will be blinded," his voice surprisingly smooth and she stumbled a bit at the sound.
"Okay, you can open them."
Slowly fluttering her eyes open she gasped quietly. Instead of the old, already quite cute Kyushin, stood a drop dead gorgeous man.
His hair was an unusual dark green color, with bangs that were sprawled in every direction, and coming from the back of his neck was a thin braid, and woven in its forest green twists were several strands of gold.
Eyes the color of tarnished gold gleamed out at her.
The thing that stood out the most was his outfit though. A black quarter sleeved shirt that stuck to his body firmly ended right after his bellybutton, and where the skin showed from the end of the shirt down to his pants was a tattoo. It was a design that Miori had never seen before, with many spikes and swirls, creating an elegant and dangerous effect.
His pants were baggy, the only thing that reminded her of the genies she saw in movies, and were the color of his eyes but a bit browner. They reached down to the middle of his knee and foot but abruptly stopped and let normal white socks cover the rest of his leg except his toes, which were left bare.
Yet, aside from his eyes, his face was still the same.
"Yeah, I know," he grinned and shrugged, "I'm just so nice to look at-"
"You look like a clown."
Kyushin gaped at her, incredibly offended.
"A clown?!"
"Yeah," Miori walked over to him, thinking suddenly, 'Hey, my legs are free...' and bent down to stare at his feet, "your outfit is wacky like a clown, and your face is so screwy it reminds me of that French circus."
"I do not look like a clown!" He defended, "Ugh, this is how all genies are dressed, we just have different marks!"
She stood up straight and asked, "Marks?"
"Yeah, this," he pointed to his tattoo, "each genie is classified with their own mark. It shows off their personality too."
"What is yours, really stupid and vain?"
He glared at her, "No. The sharp points represent temper; the pointier the spikes are the more quick of a temper they have."
Looking at his, which were quite pointy, she snickered, "Your temper must be pretty bad."
"Not compared to some genies I know," he yawned out of the blue, "great, now I'm tired."
"Did you use up energy while transforming or something?" For once Miori didn't seem sarcastic.
"Yeah, changing back and forth is hard, I haven't done it in awhile, my master thinks I look too freakish," he muttered.
Miori flicked her eyes over him one more time, 'I can't believe she thinks he looks better in his other form...' but as soon as she realized what she thought she added, 'not that either are actually cute!'
"So do you believe me?"
His statement snapped her out of her thoughts, and taking one deep breath she said, "I-I guess... But I don't get what you want me to do..."
"Haruna made a wish for me to be her slave forever, and unfortunately, I can't deny that wish. Normally people presume that when I say they can only have five wishes, and none of them can ask for more wishes, that it doesn't mean they can force me to stay with them always," he glared angrily and clenched his fists, "she won't let me go and I want to be free!"
'So he's stuck to her?' Miori patted his shoulder, "I feel your pain."
"Well that's where you come in," he flashed her a smirk, "all you have to do is make the bitch say 'I am in no need for my genie anymore' and I'll be free, and you'll have a miserable and less perfect Haruna on your hands."
"That is tempting...but, she's not that stupid as to just say it..." Miori eyed him, "I mean, she did figure out the whole slave thing."
"Yes, but she doesn't know all the languages. I figure, we can get her to say it in my language-"
"You have a language?"
"Yes, all genies do, it's so we can talk about anything without our master's understanding,” he looked at her with an expression that clearly read “No duh”. He continued, “but anyways, she will do or say anything if it gets her more popular, so all I need you to do is act like she's your idol and have her say it for you, and bam! I'm free! Simple, right?"
"Too simple almost," Miori raised an eyebrow, "and she probably knows I hate her after talking to her today."
"No, she doesn't remember anyone that she thinks is lower than her. You could shout in her face that she is the ugliest person on earth, then the next day tell her you love her and she wouldn't remember either of those."
"Alright, but, what if she doesn't say it?" She asked.
"Just compliment her a lot, tell her you want to record her voice saying it because you want to send it in for the best voice award or something," Kyushin gave an example.
"There's not even an award for that!" Miori hissed.
"Like she'd know any better, she'll probably figure it was invented for her or something. Now come on, if you want, I'll let you have a free wish!" He gave her his best smile, "Please?"
Eyeing him warily she finally gave in, "Okay, fine. Just don't ever smile at me like that again."
"What, was it too charming for you?"
"No, it was creepy, and," walking to the door of the hallway that led to the outside world she smirked evilly, "it just makes you look more like a clown." Pinching her nose she said "Honk, honk!"
She ran out before he could comment.
Kyushin grinned, "It'll make her miserableeee!"
"That's right!” an evil expression crossed her face, “Oh, there she is," she murmured while turning her attention to Haruna who had just walked out of the building, luckily surrounded by no one.
"Okay, just go up to her and say what we've rehearsed," Kyushin explained.
"We didn't rehearse," Miori said right back, "I rehearsed when you were supposed to help me."
"Yeah yeah, same thing,” he snapped, “Now go!"
While Kyushin stayed behind the corner, Miori quickly skipped up to Haruna and gave her a cheerful, "Hi!"
Haruna quickly scanned Miori over from head to toe and raised an eyebrow.
'Please don't let her remember me,' Miori thought silently.
"Hello, what do you want?" she looked at her as if she was the scum of the Earth, but Miori had never felt so relieved to be thought of that way.
"U-Um, I came here for a request!" Miori piped.
"A request? I'm not going to make you popular if that's what you're going to ask-" she began, turning on her heel and flipping her hair over his shoulder.
"No, no! You see, Tokyo Broadcasting Company is having a contest, looking for the best teenage voice in all of Tokyo. The winner gets to make a special appearance on a drama and be the narrator for one episode, and I was thinking, 'Iida-san would be perfect for this! Her voice is really beautiful!'"
Miori silently gagged.
Looking over Miori once again, Haruna smirked, "I haven't heard of this, but I'm glad you told me. What do I do?"
"Well, I just need to record you saying this," Miori handed Haruna a piece of paper in which Kyushin had written his language, "I have the recorder right here."
Scanning the paper over, Haruna raised an eyebrow.
"What is this language?"
Miori fluttered her eyelashes innocently and gave her brightest fake smile, "It's a really soothing style language, somewhere from Europe, and I just know it will impress the committee, they just love smooth voices..."
Haruna smirked, then patted Miori's head, "You're on the right track to getting places little girl, maybe if you're lucky one day you'll have a single quality of mine." She turned to the sky and wined out of the blue, "Why is it so sunny, I'm going to get a bad tan!"
While she was looking away, Miori rubbed her head, clearly repulsed by their intimacy. The moment Haruna looked back down on her she flashed her a beautiful smile.
"Are you ready? I have my tape recorder right here!"
"Alright, well, let me see this," she took the paper and scanned it over, "Vaa soou na tou dra sen toun ve shoun-"
From around the corner Kyushin stared at her, waiting for the last word. Miori crossed her fingers behind her back.
"-pae da nu."
There was a sudden poof of dark green smoke which caused Miori to cough and wave her hand in front of her face. When it cleared, Kyushin, was back in his real form, gorgeous and all, standing next to the two girls.
"K-Kyushin," Haruna started to cough, "what just happened?!"
Kyushin was smirking at Haruna, "You just freed me."
The girl's eyes widened, "W-What?!"
"To translate into Japanese," Miori suddenly piped in, "you just said that you had no need for your genie anymore."
"No I didn't!" Scoffed Haruna, "I can still wish for things! Kyushin, I wish for this girl to have hideous blue hair!"
Kyushin just grinned at her.
"I don't belong to you anymore, bitch, and I won't ever again." He chuckled, unable to take the grin off of his face.
Haruna glared furiously, "Y-You little-"
He snapped his fingers, and just like he had done to Miori the day before, her mouth was zipped shut, "Quiet girl."
"MMMMMMMPPPPH!"
Miori laughed at her expression and said through her tears, "T-This was so worth it!"
"Um, girl-"
"Not now, I'm having too much fun watching her!" Miori interrupted, as she did indeed watch Haruna try to pry open her mouth and shout obvious curses that came out as more "Mppphs!"
"I really should tell you-"
"I said not now-"
"There's a problem." Kyushin said, interrupting her this time.
Miori flipped her head around to stare at him, "A problem?"
"J-Just a tiny one problem I should tell you really quick." His eyes flicked back and forth.
"What is it?" She was still laughing.
"Something went a little wrong during this," Miori raised her eyebrow and stopped laughing as he plugged his ears, "I don't know why, or, alright, so I knew it was a possibility, but now...you're my master."
Miori blinked a few times, staring at the fake smile on his beautiful features. After finally registering what he said she began to tremble.
"W-WHAT?!"
So anyways, did you all like it? I hope so, but it's just beginning, so obviously it's not the whole exciting (haha.) romantic story it will be!
Now for words that you might not know:
Hokkaido: A country town basically. It's like thinking of Kentucky (Sort of) in the United States.
Loose socks: It's (currently) a pretty big thing in Japan (I have a pair myself, they're so fun!) where the socks are pretty long, mine are about 114 cm I think (So if I pulled them up all the way they would reach about mid-thigh on me) and you bunch it all up and put it a little below your knee. You can even use sock glue to make sure they stay.
Hirai Ken: He's a solo jpop guy singer.
Flame: A guy group.
w-inds: Another guy group. Very popular with the girls.
So that was chapter one, ahh, starting a new story already, just when I finished one. Oh great! Haha. Well, please review and tell me what you think, of course, there is no going back now and changing stories, sooo, hopefully you liked this one!