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This fic is based a few years in the future, I guess. I suppose it could take place in the current English manga (because the English and Japanese mangas are a bit different right now, in time) but they both seem a little young for the story at the current ‘time’. So… whatever time you want it to be, whatever. It’s all in your mind, man. There is no spoon. (… Whoa, sorry, bad Matrix quotation.) And just for those of us who aren’t anime freaks such as myself, there is a glossary/dictionary-ish thing at the end to translate all those strange, foreign words that you don’t know. Knock yourselves out with ed-you-ma-cay-shun.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Furuba, Takaya-sensei does. Thank goodness, too. It would suck if I wrote Furuba. Good thing we have geniuses like Takaya!
Today was one of those days for one Hiro Sohma.
All poor Hiro had wanted to do today was take his long-time crush, Kisa, to the fair. That wasn't too much to ask, was it? Hiro certainly didn't think so.
"Kisa, do you wanna go to the fair tomorrow?" Hiro asked flippantly. "It's just that I've got two tickets to the fair, and I’m not about to go by myself or anything. That would be totally lame."
Kisa smiled, understanding perfectly that Hiro had bought those tickets just to get her to go with him. "I'd love to go the fair with you, Hiro-chan!"
'I'd love to go to the fair with you,' Hiro noted with glee. 'With you!'
Kisa also understood that because he'd only bought two tickets, her onee-san wouldn't be coming on this little expenditure. That was alright with her, though. Her onee-san couldn't go everywhere with them--that wasn't fair to Hiro or onee-san.
"Really?" Hiro said, slipping out of his devil-may-care charade for a moment, but regaining it just as quickly. "'Kay. Good, I didn't want to have to ask Haru or somebody."
Kisa just smiled at him, always the understanding one of the couple.
It was early in the morning when Hiro came knocking on Kisa's door.
"Oba-san, is Kisa ready yet?" He asked politely to Kisa's mother.
"Just a second, Hiro-chan, I’ll go get her," Kisa's mother said, leaving him alone in front of the door. Moments later, Kisa came down the stairs shyly, wearing a bright orange dress that flattered her growing figure. Kisa was already getting pretty, ahem, shapely. A fact that didn’t pass unnoticed in young Hiro’s eyes. (Or other parts that good manners don’t permit us to mention… but we won’t go there.)
“Ohayo, Hiro-chan!” Kisa called down to him sweetly. Her hair, done in cute bows on the sides of her head, flew back as she now rushed down the stairs towards him. She grabbed his hands in hers and looked into his eyes excitedly. “I’m so excited! I can’t wait to go to the fair! Are you ready to go?”
“Of course,” he responded calmly, releasing one of her hands but keeping the other firmly in grasp. Kisa didn’t seem to mind, not one bit.
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Now, from this point in their day, things didn’t look too bad. They just didn’t know what they had coming.
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Hiro was still holding Kisa’s hand when they reached the bus stop. Reluctantly, he let go of it to pay the bus fare, but made sure to sit very close to Kisa—and she didn’t move away from him at all, which made Hiro even giddier than he already was.
So giddy, in fact, that he completely missed their stop.
“Kuso!” Hiro swore, causing Kisa to look at him with concern.
“Is something wrong, Hiro-chan?” She asked, her amber eyes piercing his dark ones.
“We missed our bus stop, dammit!” He told her angrily. Kisa’s lips were slightly parted as she tried to think of how to comfort him. He was enraptured by them. They were just so full and perfect and there—
“Daijobu, Hiro-chan!” Kisa announced with a sudden smile. “We can just get off at the next stop and walk back! It won’t take long, and I don’t mind walking there with you.”
‘I don’t mind walking there with you,’ Hiro quoted in his mind. A slow smile spread across his face as he stared back into Kisa’s eyes, taking his own off her lips—for now.
“Okay. I don’t mind walking with you either, Kisa,” he smirked. Kisa blushed and bit her lip. It was at that moment that the bus driver decided to suddenly put the pedal to the metal. The brake pedal, that is. Kisa’s eyes widened in surprise as Hiro was literally thrown on top of her. She was smushed against the seatback, with Hiro’s nose almost touching hers. Hiro’s sweaty, nervous palms left heat marks on the windows, which his hands were currently pressed against to keep him from completely flattening Kisa.
“Gomen!” He murmured, slowly picking himself off of her, then extending a hand to help her up, which she gratefully accepted. Together they exited the bus—still holding hands. Hiro thought this very clever on his own part, the whole ‘helping-the-girl-up-and-acting-like-a-gentleman-while-really-just-trying-to-hold-her-hand’ ploy. Yes, very clever indeed.
Kisa, who hadn’t noticed this, wasn’t trying to get him to let go, either. Which, in Hiro’s eyes, could only be a good sign.
“Hmm, it shouldn’t be too far from here, ne, Hiro-chan?” Kisa asked, smiling warmly at him. Hiro opened his mouth to tell her that, no, it wouldn’t be too far, but for some reason, he just couldn’t find the words. Maybe it was the way that the sun was rising behind her, illuminating her soft curves and bright smile. Or maybe it was the way the wind was ruffling her dress almost but not quite high enough to see anything. Or maybe it was simply the way she was looking at him.
“Hiro-chan?” Kisa asked nervously as she waved her free hand in front of his face.
“Eh? Ah! Gomen, Kisa-chan,” he apologized. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You.”
This effectively stopped Kisa’s questioning, but it did make her blush. Which just made her look all that much cuter.
“We just have to go down that street,” Kisa pointed with a single, slim finger towards a desolate-looking street. It wasn’t paved, and looked like nobody had been down there in years. It had a very foreboding aura to it, in Hiro’s opinion. He could tell that Kisa wasn’t too thrilled about their path either. He grabbed her hand and turned to face the street, refusing to show Kisa that he was scared. He knew that if Kisa saw that he, Hiro, was scared, then she would be even more afraid.
“Let’s go, ne?” He smiled reassuringly at her, and led her towards the old street.
“I-I don’t like this street, Hiro-chan,” Kisa murmured softly in his ear as she subtly moved closer to him in fright. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, Kisa. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He squeezed her hand, and Kisa smiled gratefully. She was still scared, but she knew Hiro would protect her.
I have to protect her. I’m her prince! Hiro thought proudly, remembering Tohru-san’s words in front of the crepe stand.
“Meerow!”
“Kyaaaaaaaa!” Kisa screamed suddenly at the noise, throwing her arms around Hiro and hiding her face in his chest. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her.
“Daijobu, Kisa! It’s just a cat!” Kisa lifted her head away from Hiro just in time to watch a scruffy black cat disappear behind the bushes of a nearby house. Kisa blushed, and backed away from Hiro with embarrassment.
“Neko-san scared me!” She laughed softly, staring at the ground, her face bright red. Hiro rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand again.
“C’mon,” he said, walking forward again. “It’s fine, the cat scared me too.”
“Really?” Kisa asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” Hiro said out loud. Of course not. But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll say it did, Kisa.
“That’s good,” Kisa sighed in relief. Finally, they reached the end of the street. It was a dead end, but a path led from the end of the street down a hill and towards—
“Look, Hiro-chan! The fair! I can see it!” She squealed excitedly.
“I see it, Kisa!” Hiro said with almost as much enthusiasm. “Let’s go, ne?”
“Hai!” The orange-haired girl practically skipped down the path, dragging Hiro along with her.
Translations:
Oba-san – Aunt
ohayo – good morning
gomen – sorry
daijobu – it’s okay/fine, I’m okay/fine
neko-san – literally, Mr. Cat.
And don’t forget to review, because I’m a review whore. Much love and peace,
Ashuton-chan