Okay, so here it is.
I don't know anything really about him, but he's good looking, for one thing. And for another, I want to write a one shot on him :]
So I'll try hard.
I have to go back to school soon, so the updating's going to be slow. So stop saying 'MAKE MORE NOW' or something, because I can't do anything about it. I CAN'T, no matter how much I want to.
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Enjoy!
--Azalea--
Name: Midorikawa Naharu
School: Shitenhouji
Year: 3rd
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I was on the train ride to school.
There were no seats, it was rush hour. Silver seats were only for the elderly.
I was standing up and there was barely enough room to move.
I felt a hand on my leg. I turned around quickly, chafing against the train doors.
I smacked the person behind me, thinking he was the culprit.
"Ow, lady, What do you think you're doing?!"
"Ah! Excuse me? You're the one who's a hormone raging boy!"
I yelled at the silver haired boy who was lecturing me, after he tried to lift my skirt up.
"Well, I'll admit to having my hormones raging, but there's no way that I did anything wrong! I'm a 15 year old boy. Of course I'd have my hormones raging."
He answered calmly.
"You just tried to lift up my skirt! What are you talking about?!"
"Eh?! NANI?! That wasn't me!"
"Don't lie! You were right there!"
"No, I swear. There was an old man with glasses in front of me. He got off the train and then you smacked me."
I raised an eyebrow. He was easy to believe. He was good looking, charming and easy to talk to.
But then again, I shouldn't believe every person I meet on a train.
"What school do you go to?"
He asked me.
Is he a stalker?
"Shitenhouji..."
I said awkwardly. His eyes went big.
"Me too!"
I thought deeply. Had I ever seen him?
.. Ah!
"Shitenhouji's tennis captain, Kuranosuke Shiraishi!"
I said, recalling the multiple fan clubs idolizing him.
He smiled.
I realized at that moment why there were so many Shiraishi Kuranosuke fan clubs at Shitenhouji Chuu.
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"Nee-channnnnnn!"
"Kintarou!"
I gave my younger cousin a big hug.
"So, how's tennis coming along?"
"Sugoi!"
He gave me an energetic thumbs up.
I laughed.
"Kintarou, tell your captain that I'm sorry for hitting him! :)"
I told him, remembering I never apologized that day. Kintarou cocked his head to the side.
"Oi, you hit Shirashi-buchou?! Didn't he attack you with his poisonous nails?"
... What is Shiraishi-kun teaching Kintarou?!
"Erm... no, he didn't. Well. Go off now! Do your tennis thing!"
He started to run.
"Nee-chan, you're buying ice cream for me today, right?"
I laughed and nodded.
"Yatta! Come to the courts after school, Nee-chan!"
He waved and I waved back, nodding.
I closed my English book, leaving my final class. I was going to leave the room when a classmate tapped me on the shoulder.
"Lani-chan, what do you need?"
She usually never spoke to me. We weren't exactly on a talking basis. She was the school slut..popular whore; and I was the school brain. I wasn't the biggest nerd, or anything, but I was one of the top in school.
She avoided me. I could get nasty, and she knew it.
If I acted like she did, I'd steal her boys, so she stayed .. civil.
"Well, you're the cousin of Kintarou-kun, so you can go to the courts."
She informed me with information I already knew..
"So, can you give Shiraishi-kun this for me?"
She handed me quite a large gift bag. I never liked her, but I didn't want to say that, so I nodded and took it.
And almost fell forward from the weight of it. I thought Lani was keeling over from being a little too skinny and frail, but geez, it was heavy.
Then I realized she had said 'Shiraishi-kun'.
Were they close?
:O
After classes, I ran trudged to the tennis courts, not being able to run due to this stinking bag.
"Oh, Nee-chan, lemme help!"
Even though Kintarou was two whole years younger, he had the strength of 250 grown men. He took the bag with ease and led me back to the courts.
I didn't bother to join any clubs and usually, I went home. But when Kintarou made me stay, I watched them practice. It wasn't boring, that was for sure.
They performed miracles in tennis.
Miracles.
They never kicked me out like they would to other girls, so I was thankful. I was friends with most of them (and a relative with one), so I was fine.
I looked at Hikaru-kun. He was the snarky one with multiple piercings. He was a little bratty, but he was nicer to me. He still had an unbelievable amount of fan girls, though.
He was good looking. That probably explained it.
Now that my mind was on how good the regulars looked, I began to rate them in my mind unconsciously.
Koharu-kun was most definitely the worst looking, to me. He looked like a pedophile-like old nerdy man. :X
Yuckkkk
Hikaru-kun. Very cute. Maybe the best looking of them all?
I thought to myself. Then, I realized.
Shiraishi-kun.
Ah, so Hikaru-kun would be second.
"Midori-chwann! ♥ How are you?"
I shuddered at the sound of Koharu-san's voice.
And why is he calling me Midori-chwan?!
"Errmm, fine."
I said, trying not to squirm. He was getting closer.
"Geez, Koharu, you're scaring the poor girl."
I looked up. It was that pervy Shiraishi-kun. He was smiling his dazzling smile.
"Naharu-chan, I accept your apology ;)"
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I racked my brain to try and understand what he was talking about.
Ah! Right, Kintarou must have told him!
I chuckled.
"Well, we're not even. You smacked me and I just saved you from Koharu. So how are you going to repay me?"
I gave him a 'What the hell!?' kind of look. He was completely, and utterly, pleased with himself.
"You smacked Shiraishi-buchou? WOW!"
Hikaru-kun seemed intrigued. I chuckled nervously. It wasn't like I had meant to after all.
I think if I knew it was Shiraishi-kun that day, I don't think I would have been able to smack him. He's too intimidating with his good looks!
I watched him play against Kenya-kun. He was perfect. His tennis was perfect.
"Isn't his tennis perfect, Nee-chan? That's why he's called the Bible of Shitenhouji!"
Kintarou could read minds too, who knew?
"Ah! Shiraishi-kun, Lani-chan told me to give this to you."
He spun my way when I called his name. He turned back around when he saw the sparkly sequined pink gift bag.
"Lani? Mizuhara Lani?"
He asked. I nodded.
"Throw it away."
He said without any indifference.
"Isn't that a little mean, buchou?"
I heard Kintarou complain. Shiraishi-kun didn't seem to care.
"Mizuhara is a snarky little piece of snot."
He said with a crooked smile.
"I prefer girls like Naharu-chan"
He said, draping his arm around my shoulder. I blushed.
"Ah, get off me!"
Shiraishi-kun seemed so satisfied with himself.
:d
His eyes went big.
"Ah, a great idea struck me!"
Everyone looked at him, expecting something related to tennis.
"To repay me, go out on one date. A single date. O-N-E. One. Just one. One. One. On--"
"I know what one means. And no way!"
I didn't want to look like an easy type of girl. They were usually sleazy and shallow. And I was neither.
"Hmph. But that's the only way to repay me. If you don't do that, then you'll be in debt for the rest of your life. I hope the guilt eats away at you.
Eats away at you until you can't take it anymore. You'll come crawling back to me, begging for a date.
I know you will.
You will beg! Naharu, you hear me?! BEG! You will be--"
"GEEZ. I get it. Stop repeating 3 letter words over and over again! I understand what they mean! So shush and go do your tennis!"
"I won't shut up until you say yes!
You will beg! Beg, I tell you. Beg!"
He continued on his rant.
I held him off until he came up close to my ear and began to rant in my ear. I swear, steam came out of my ears.
"FINE. I consent, damn you, Shiraishi-kun."
He put on his biggest grin and blew me away. I was almost glad he had his way.
"You're glad you're going on a date with me, aren't you, my sweet little Naharu-chwann?"
He asked me. I pointed to Kintarou behind me.
"We're not dating. I'm taking Kintarou for ice cream and you just happen to be stalking me."
"Hmph, even better. We'll be going out another day then."
Aw, geez.
x3
On Saturday, he knocked on my door. He gave me chocolates and flowers and smiled his smile.
"Date time."
"You might have perfect tennis, but this perfect date thing is a bit too cliche."
He laughed.
"How can I make it not cliche?"
"You care?"
I asked curiously. He nodded.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?"
He looked completely and utterly serious about it. I smiled.
He couldn't seriously like me, right?
"What, not believing me? I'm serious. Seriously! You're my type!"
If he wasn't lying, I'd totally date him. I wasn't in utter smushy love with him, but it was somewhere along those lines.
I mean, what was not to like about him?
We decided to take the train to the amusement park.
"Damn rush hour. No seats!"
He said, while I was being smothered by him. It was hot and I didn't need his body pressing me to a wall. Not to mention, it was awkward.
He shifted so I had a little more room. I gave him a grateful smile.
Oh geez, not again
I felt someone feel up my skirt. Before I could get to smacking whoever it was. Shiraishi-kun seemed to already have taken care of it.
"You bastard. Don't touch my girlfriend like that. Even I don't do that."
I was stunned. So he was serious.
"Naharu-chan, this was the same man from last time!"
Gross, he touched me twice?!
Shiraishi-kun looked at him angrily.
"I would bring you to the police, you old sexual harasser. But, if it wasn't for you, I guess I would have never met Naharu-chan. So I'll let you off this time"
The old pervert said thank you and quickly got off at a random stop.
:O
Suddenly, I felt someone touching my waist.
HOW MANY DARN PERVS DOES 1 TRAIN CAR HAVE?!
I quickly turned around to see Shiraishi-kun to be the one wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Eh, you perv."
"Ah! At least I'm not touching up your skirt. I was thinking about it, but I didn't think you'd like it."
-.- "NO WAY."
"Plus, I have a right to touch my girlfriend."
"Since when were we dating?"
"Isn't this a date?"
"... Yeah, but when did we start going out?"
"When I told you I was serious, you didn't object. So I was guessing that was a 'OKAY. I LOVE YOU TOO'."
I made a -.- face. But it was funny. I laughed and gave him a hug.
"Haha, good. The train car's getting crowded."
He said as an excuse to pull me closer. I smiled. He was a pervert, still, in a way, but I liked him none the less.
Darn ecchi.
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--Azalea--
