HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIKA
Apr. 25th, 2008 01:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaSengoku doesn’t really expect today to be the worst day of his life. Well, not at first anyway. Not until he flips open his horoscope book and reads, to his horror, that it would have been better if he did not wake up today. Sengoku frantically checks three sources and finds everything, except the one incredibly unreliable website, to read that Sengoku should find a bomb shelter and stock up.
Sengoku attempts to fake sick to get out of school, but his mother is having none of it. “I don’t care what your horoscope says.” The woman is no nonsense, and she knows Sengoku’s tricks. Sengoku’s mother is a trim woman, her office lady outfit suited to her body and her hair cropped close to the skull. She holds a rolled up newspaper in one hand and her briefcase in the other. “Go Kiyosumi.” The newspaper snaps out and hits Sengoku over the back of his head. “Get ready now!”
Sengoku gets splashed by no less than three cars on the way to school, but luckily the forbidding clouds above do not open up and rain. Well, not until he’s five minutes away from Yamabuki’s gates and then the rain pours down, soaking Sengoku to his skin. Sengoku reaches the gates to find a notice that school is cancelled because Yamabuki’s hallways have been flooded.
Groaning Sengoku begins to slosh back to his home, the water puddling the sidewalk and dripping into Sengoku’s shoes.
It seemed like a good idea to stop in at that cute little bakery for a cake or two, a little sugary pick me up, but the moment sengoku stepped inside he realized that the cute shop girl was not there and instead it was the meaner, far less pretty woman behind the counter. She glared at Sengoku when he ordered his cake and was most surly handing over his change. Sengoku took the pastry to one of the empty tables, a table regrettably right next to the cold window and under an air vent.
Sengoku sneezes.
“I can’t believe you cut class because your horoscope said you would have a bad day.” There’s a pink haired guy sitting at one of the tables and it takes Sengoku a minute to realize that it’s Marui Bunta from Rikkai. There’s another guy with him, but Sengoku does not bother to lean around to check out who it is. With Sengoku’s luck today the guy would be offended and beat him up. If Sengoku wanted to be beat up he would have gone to Yuuki-chan’s café.
“Horoscopes are important!” The younger voice whines. Younger. Maybe it’s Rikkai’s Kirihara. Sengoku always thought that Rikkai’s Kirihara was kind of cute. Not girly, but cute. “Just ask that guy from Yamabuki.”
“What guy from Yamabuki?” Marui sounds confused, and Sengoku shrinks back in his chair. They can’t have possibly seen him can they? Pushing the last bits of cake into his mouth Sengoku makes to leave.
“The guy! You know. Lucky? The one who’s always managing to win because of luck.”
Sengoku frowns. It’s not always luck. He has skill! Some skill anyway. Still, Sengoku does not care to defend himself today. Standing up Sengoku pushes himself away from the chair…
…and slips in a puddle of his own making to slam his face into the table.
“Ow!” Sengoku’s nose hurts, and there is definitely blood. Fumbling for a napkin Sengoku just proceeds to make a mess, and the woman behind the counter is glaring at him now!
“Are you okay?” There are a pair of bright green eyes filling his vision, close and way too close, and Sengoku skuttles back only to trip on his chair and smack his head against the glass window. “Wow! You better sit down!” Kirihara Akaya laughs loudly. “Before you kill yourself.”
“Right.” Sengoku dabs at his bloody nose with some napkins handed to him by Rikkai’s Bunta. “Thanks.”
“Have a bad horoscope today too?” Kirihara questions, plopping into the seat across from Sengoku. Suddenly Kirihara’s eyes light up. “Hey! Hey! Senpai! This is the Yamabuki guy I was talking about. Lucky… something.”
“Sengoku.” Sengoku mutters, his voice distorted by a handful of napkins. “Lucky Sengoku.”
“Right!” Kirihara nods, and then launches onto a story about bad horoscopes and how if you didn’t take the day off you were just doomed. Sengoku agrees, and sooner than he realizes he has spent an hour accident free and talking with Kirihara. They move from the cake shop, leaving Marui Bunta behind, and head for the arcade. Sengoku loses at all of the games, but that’s okay because Kirihara wins. Sengoku buys them both Ramen from a stand, and they slurp it down before Kirihara invites himself over to Sengoku’s house and proceeds to beat Sengoku on all of his playstation games.
“This is fun!” Kirihara laughs and flops himself over onto Sengoku’s lap, causing Sengoku to drop his controller and lose yet again. “We should do this again.”
“Er.” Sengoku should be thinking about how uncomfortable having a rival player’s head in your lap can be, but instead all he wants to do is pet Kirihara’s curls. “Whenever you want Kirihara-kun.”
“Cool.” Kirihara grins wider. “You’re a lot cuter than most of my senpai.”
And, okay, so losing your first kiss to another guy should technically be a bad thing, but Sengoku found that he kind of liked it. And at least Kiriahra was a CUTE guy.
Sengoku attempts to fake sick to get out of school, but his mother is having none of it. “I don’t care what your horoscope says.” The woman is no nonsense, and she knows Sengoku’s tricks. Sengoku’s mother is a trim woman, her office lady outfit suited to her body and her hair cropped close to the skull. She holds a rolled up newspaper in one hand and her briefcase in the other. “Go Kiyosumi.” The newspaper snaps out and hits Sengoku over the back of his head. “Get ready now!”
Sengoku gets splashed by no less than three cars on the way to school, but luckily the forbidding clouds above do not open up and rain. Well, not until he’s five minutes away from Yamabuki’s gates and then the rain pours down, soaking Sengoku to his skin. Sengoku reaches the gates to find a notice that school is cancelled because Yamabuki’s hallways have been flooded.
Groaning Sengoku begins to slosh back to his home, the water puddling the sidewalk and dripping into Sengoku’s shoes.
It seemed like a good idea to stop in at that cute little bakery for a cake or two, a little sugary pick me up, but the moment sengoku stepped inside he realized that the cute shop girl was not there and instead it was the meaner, far less pretty woman behind the counter. She glared at Sengoku when he ordered his cake and was most surly handing over his change. Sengoku took the pastry to one of the empty tables, a table regrettably right next to the cold window and under an air vent.
Sengoku sneezes.
“I can’t believe you cut class because your horoscope said you would have a bad day.” There’s a pink haired guy sitting at one of the tables and it takes Sengoku a minute to realize that it’s Marui Bunta from Rikkai. There’s another guy with him, but Sengoku does not bother to lean around to check out who it is. With Sengoku’s luck today the guy would be offended and beat him up. If Sengoku wanted to be beat up he would have gone to Yuuki-chan’s café.
“Horoscopes are important!” The younger voice whines. Younger. Maybe it’s Rikkai’s Kirihara. Sengoku always thought that Rikkai’s Kirihara was kind of cute. Not girly, but cute. “Just ask that guy from Yamabuki.”
“What guy from Yamabuki?” Marui sounds confused, and Sengoku shrinks back in his chair. They can’t have possibly seen him can they? Pushing the last bits of cake into his mouth Sengoku makes to leave.
“The guy! You know. Lucky? The one who’s always managing to win because of luck.”
Sengoku frowns. It’s not always luck. He has skill! Some skill anyway. Still, Sengoku does not care to defend himself today. Standing up Sengoku pushes himself away from the chair…
…and slips in a puddle of his own making to slam his face into the table.
“Ow!” Sengoku’s nose hurts, and there is definitely blood. Fumbling for a napkin Sengoku just proceeds to make a mess, and the woman behind the counter is glaring at him now!
“Are you okay?” There are a pair of bright green eyes filling his vision, close and way too close, and Sengoku skuttles back only to trip on his chair and smack his head against the glass window. “Wow! You better sit down!” Kirihara Akaya laughs loudly. “Before you kill yourself.”
“Right.” Sengoku dabs at his bloody nose with some napkins handed to him by Rikkai’s Bunta. “Thanks.”
“Have a bad horoscope today too?” Kirihara questions, plopping into the seat across from Sengoku. Suddenly Kirihara’s eyes light up. “Hey! Hey! Senpai! This is the Yamabuki guy I was talking about. Lucky… something.”
“Sengoku.” Sengoku mutters, his voice distorted by a handful of napkins. “Lucky Sengoku.”
“Right!” Kirihara nods, and then launches onto a story about bad horoscopes and how if you didn’t take the day off you were just doomed. Sengoku agrees, and sooner than he realizes he has spent an hour accident free and talking with Kirihara. They move from the cake shop, leaving Marui Bunta behind, and head for the arcade. Sengoku loses at all of the games, but that’s okay because Kirihara wins. Sengoku buys them both Ramen from a stand, and they slurp it down before Kirihara invites himself over to Sengoku’s house and proceeds to beat Sengoku on all of his playstation games.
“This is fun!” Kirihara laughs and flops himself over onto Sengoku’s lap, causing Sengoku to drop his controller and lose yet again. “We should do this again.”
“Er.” Sengoku should be thinking about how uncomfortable having a rival player’s head in your lap can be, but instead all he wants to do is pet Kirihara’s curls. “Whenever you want Kirihara-kun.”
“Cool.” Kirihara grins wider. “You’re a lot cuter than most of my senpai.”
And, okay, so losing your first kiss to another guy should technically be a bad thing, but Sengoku found that he kind of liked it. And at least Kiriahra was a CUTE guy.
