Disclaimer: I don’t own School Rumble. If I did, it wouldn’t be as funny. :\

Pairings: ErixHarimaxYakumo

Summary: It seems Akira, Mikoto and Tenma are trying their best to make two certain girls accept their feelings. But, both of them are too stubborn to submit. ErixHarimaxYakumo

Notes: If you’re aren’t up to the manga and the anime, this will spoil you. So be warned and don’t flame me if you get yourself spoiled. XD

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“Yakumo, I’m going to teach you the basics of a life of love!”

And that’s how she found herself being sat on one side of the living room table with her sister on the opposite side.

“Yakumo!”

“…Yes?”

“Is there any boy that you ever thought was cool?”

“…”

“Any boy that made your heart beat fast?”

“…”

“…Any that you talk to?”

Here Yakumo took the time to think. “Hm…Harima-san?”

Tenma face-faulted.

“You asked which boys I talk to…”

Tenma rubbed her chin thoughtfully. Which sent little pangs of worry down Yakumo’s spine, yet a small smile of amusement still managed to grace her lips. She was sure that if she had a paintbrush with a bottle of black ink she could’ve drawn a moustache and a goatee on her sister right now. Those two are so strangely and scarily similar.

“What’s so funny Yakumo?”

“Nothing Nee-san.”

Tenma gave a dramatic long sigh. “I know that you like Harima-kun, Yakumo. He’s the only guy I see you with all the time. Unrequited love isn’t it?”

Her poor sister was already shaking her head midway. “No, you got it wrong, Nee-san. It’s nothing like that. We’re just-”

“-Friends?”

She didn’t give an answer.

“Anyways! Karasuma-kun is coming over tomorrow to do the Kyoto project with me. You mind Yakumo?”

The said-girl let out a small breath of relief. “Of course not.”

“YAY!” And the girl was again flailing her arms everywhere.

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She tapped the end of her pencil on the table impatiently. It’s been more than 10 minutes of silence and damnit the guy’s like a sitting duck. A sitting duck with sunglasses.

Trying to push away the idea of eviscerating her friends for later, she stopped the tapping and spread her long fingers across the table. Took a deep breath and tried not to ground out her question too obviously. “Do you remember anything from the trip?”

His sunglasses flashed as he looked up. “What trip?”

She bit the inside of her cheek as to not to bare her fangs- teeth at him. The trip that I’m going to send you to soon, the Sun. “Kyoto.”

“You think I’ll remember?”

Patience gone.

“Then what do you remember?”

Harima rolled his eyes heavenwards as he began to recall back his hidden memories. Images of a charm, Tenma-chan, his half-bald head, Tenma-chan, a promise that she’ll love him if he does something, Ojou - wait, promise?

The table that he was resting on dangerously shook to obviation by two slamming hands. “Are you even listening to me?!”

“Oi, shut up will you. I’m trying to remember!”

Silence.

Realising his mistake, Harima snapped his eyes closed as he waited for the impending doom.

One.

Two.

Thr-

Hello table. Oh and hello splinters - though I love it if you poke your head at someone else’s business than my nose.

“Ah jeeze, look what you did to my table now.”

Harima slowly lifted his head to her and glowered, his first step of a try of intimidation.

It wasn’t working well when he had toothpick-like sticks poking out from his nose and mouth. And with the perceptibly swelling bruise on his forehead, he looked more like a cheap comedian than the scary ex-delinquent.

Eri was about to give a stifled laugh until she noticed blood seeping out from the aforementioned bruise. She raised a brow as she contemplated her options.

Inner Devil Eri: Go and make the bruise bigger! Kukuku…

Inner Angel Eri: Go and kiss him better!

…

Let the author now rename it ‘Inner Perverted Angel Eri’.

Brow climbing back down, she tilted her head to the side and scrutinised him. The blood was now oozing to his chin, meeting his goatee and threatening to drop to his white shirt. A white shirt that seemed to be washed yesterday too. Guess the guy does wash his clothes. His feet still stink though.

Arghh, oh who cares. Giving a small ‘humph’, Eri threw a piece of cloth at him and stubbornly looked the other way. “There’s blood on your face.”

Harima blankly blinked at her as he unconsciously wiped his forehead with the given handkerchief. “Eh, thank you.”

The blonde pretended not to hear it as she took out a geography book from one of her shelves. Half-hoping that her pigtails will hide her reddening ears as she flipped over the pages and skimmed its contents. Her eyes narrowed when a memory of her visit to Kyoto was recalled when she stopped at a particular word.

Englishmen.

Max was right. I did softened up.

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A soft meow beside her was one of the few things that was keeping her from feeling lonely. Lonely as she laid on her bed sheets trying to catch snatches of sleep that, fortunately for her, sometimes come by.

She turned her head to the side to view the outside world from her window. The crescent moon was hanging at about the angle of past midnight and she was wide awake yet again.

‘I know that you like Harima-kun, Yakumo. He’s the only guy I see you with all the time. Unrequited love isn’t it?’

She lifted up a hand to undo the latch of the window, craving for a relaxing small breeze to drift her off to another short period of sleep. The ethereal glows of the moon danced among her fingers and she pored over them in enthrallment.

The stars are dull and blurry tonight, she thought as her lids fluttered to a close for the last time of the night.

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One last stir…

And complete.

The kitchen which was eerily silent was then broken by a frantic teenager with small pigtails. “Yakumo! Why didn’t you wake me up, I’m late noww!”

The called-girl gave a small secretive smile as she poured the curry next to the rice in one of the obento. Placed the lid on, wrapped it up in cloth and held it out to her sister. “Sorry, Nee-san. I forgot.”

“Wah! Thanks for the bento, Yakumo. I’m going now!”

It was a relief that the sliding door was gently closed even with the hastiness.

Yakumo then poured the rest of the curry in the two remaining bento. Having saving them for last to avoid her sister’s big curiosity and poking. She couldn’t blame her, no one can resist the urge of why she’s taking an extra bento for.

Even she’s asking herself why she’s taking the extra bento for. But she continued to convince herself that it was for Sara. The girl deserved it.

She still knew that she was lying.

Making sure that she left a nice juicy fish in Iori’s bowl, she took her schoolbag, the keys and left the house.

The walk to school felt shorter than usual and she half-wondered why she hasn’t yet met Hanai-sempai along the way. But she immediately dismissed the silent question, she shouldn’t jinx herself.

“Yakumo!”

She turned around to give her closest friend a greeting. “Ohayo, Sara.”

“Ohayo! So, did you bring an extra bento with you?”

Yakumo blinked. “Eh…yeah. Why?” She was about to make a move to her bag -

“For Harima-sempai!”

She froze. “Umm…what?”

“You guys are finally going out aren’t you?” Sara then leaned in close to whisper. “It’s news everywhere that you were seen at the front of an art shop in a very intimate position.”

“W-what?!”

“Yakumo?”

“Yakumo?!”

“YAKUMO!”

“W-wah?”

“You overslept!”

A blurry image of an oval object with two things hanging out from each side greeted her.

TBC…

That’s a longer update isn’t it? Eh…if there’s slight OOC, please forgive me -.-“

Notes: Obento/Bento: lunchbox

Ohayo: good morning

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