October is very far away. Sigh. Breaking Dawn is tomorrow, thank God and Fall is making its way too. But October is still very far away. In the meanwhile, I shall write fanfiction:
Misaki sighed as he walked into class. It was right before lunch and Sumi-senpai still hasn’t showed up. As Misaki made his way to his usual seat, he gave up all hope on his senpai – and only friend at school – appearing. Maybe he was sick? The brunette made a mental note to call him later and check if he was okay. Still, without Sumi to keep him company, Misaki was quite lonely at school. Luckily, it was Kamijo’s class so whether or not Sumi was there, it wouldn’t have made a difference.
“Is this place free?”
Misaki looked up at the person who just called out to him. It was a person he had never seen before. New transfer student?’ Misaki thought. ‘Uwaa! He has such a feminine face … what am I saying? The sour-faced looking guy waited for Misaki to answer. Realizing he was staring, the brunette furiously shook his head. “Y-yes it is.” He blurted out awkwardly. Giving him a strange look, the pretty guy took the empty seat beside Misaki.
During class, the brunette couldn’t help but throw glances at him. He had to be a new student if he approached him. No one else really dares come up to Misaki because of his ambiguous relationship to Usagi after all. When Kamijo realized Misaki wasn’t paying attention, he threw a chalk at him bringing him back to class. Cautious, Misaki didn’t look back at the new guy.
It was lunch. After eating, Misaki was left with nothing to do for another half hour. He still had one class in the afternoon and couldn’t leave yet. Bored, he wandered the campus aimlessly until he spotted the guy from earlier. He was looking inside one of the teacher’s staff room from outside the window. Curious, the brunette went up to him. It was the perfect opportunity to have his questions answered.
“Oi, what are you doing there?” Misaki called out.
The new guy jumped and turned away from the window in a panic. “N-nothing.” He answered, regaining his sour-look.
“Hmmmm,” Misaki muttered out, suspicious. “I’ve been wanting to ask but, are you new here?”
“Yeah. I transferred in from Australia.”
“Australia? Uwaa, that’s something.”
“Err … why is it you’re talking to me anyway?”
“I was just curious,” Misaki answered, laughing. “I’m Misaki, by the way. Misaki Takahashi.”
“Shinobu. Shinobu Takatsuki.”
=/ Nothing interesting. Just an idea. I mean, it wouldn’t be strange if the two of them met right? I’m still working on my Death Note fanfic and my original story but I’ll work on this on the side too. It’ll help me separate myself from the dorama that is my other two stories.
I can’t wait to have Misaki try and teach Shinobu to cook. =D
(I couldn’t find a good picture of Shinobu and Misaki together. Thus the yellow flowers from my backyard. After all, when you think Junjo, you think flowers … wait, I think I’m going wrong in someplace …)