My manga as a written story
(Accidentally posted this to sennetari, now it is here, where it belongs.)
Okay, the first one to be tackled here is the manga with Mirai Honjou and Tsurugi Yoshida. I don't really have a title, but I hope writing about them here (fast, so plenty of mistakes) will get me out of the dreaded writer's block.
Do I have to warn for it? It has a mild groping, and swearing (not a lot, though), so is probably PG-13.
This story is very far from finished, but I hope I can make some progress regularly. (Ha, that would be more like if/when I get to visit UM Land myself, because I would rather not make up more stuff than I already did.)
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I don't know when my fascination with Honjou Mirai began. Or maybe I do.
It was when she transferred in, like, almost in the middle of Winter Term. She hasn't always had short hair. Her hair then was long enough that it was almost probably past the length of her skirt uniform. And she had a sort of glance that told you to keep out. I didn't heed it and looked anyway, and she totally froze me with a look that basically said I was a low and dirty vermin beneath her.
Seriously, she was aloof with everybody in class. I'm sure no one ever saw a hint of a smile on her admittedly beautiful face. Yet, I chanced seeing love letters from guys (and probably some hate letters from other girls) falling out of her shoes locker like every single day. To this day, I'm not sure what she did with them. She didn't put them in the trash, not that I saw anyway.
But her being unfriendly far from deterred me. I probably got a rush out of competing with her million fan boys by pestering her with every chance I got. And I took pride in being the only one who got some reactions out of her other than her 'don't touch me ice princess look'. Well, not much improvement, but she actually talked to me, in several complete sentences. Whereas she mostly afforded only a few words to others in class.
Then one day she cut her beautiful hair. I remember groaning at that senseless loss. Hell, she could at least give her hair to me.
Not long after, she actually approached me on her own. I didn't quite recall the reason for it, but I remember being mindless with lust...
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Yes, I censored my diary. You don't need to know what I did, random stranger who just happened upon this accounting of my life.
Needless to say, I didn't endear myself to Mirai. She spurned my repeated attempts to ask her out. I would too, if it were me being asked out by my obnoxious self.
Then a rival sprang out of a wood lock. I've previously admitted that there exist those fancying themselves in love with Mirai, millions of them actually. But I had no idea this particular classmate of mine had his eyes on her too.
That brings me to now. A girl in a different class seems to have a crush on the rival. So she takes a particular dislike of Mirai, for stealing him from her I suppose.
But the rival is far from succeeding, for which I crow with glee. His efforts even make Mirai seek me out on her own. One thing led to another (no, not that kind of another) and she agrees to go out with me at last. Excuse me for shouting from a rooftop that I'm going on a date with Mirai.
It is almost summer now (took me long enough to convince her), so we are going to spend a day at an amusement park. Or is it a marine park? Whichever.
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The day arrived and I woke up at five. Tsubuki remarked in that annoyingly correct tone of hers that I never woke up that early for school.
"That's why I trust you to wake me up for that," I quipped back.
"And you went right back to sleep most of the time when I did." She smiled. "Admit it, Tsurugi. You were so looking forward to this date with Honjou-san more than you ever were for school."
Perhaps she did have a point. I was supposed to meet Mirai at ten, so it was way too early for me to be up. But I did so I had a hearty breakfast and enjoyed it; unlike the times I just grabbed a few slices of toasted (or sometimes untoasted) bread and ran to school.
I left the house with plenty of time to spare. But I was too excited to go out of the way much, so I just visited a few shops. One of those was a nifty store with all kind of women's apparels. I admit without shame that I lingered at the bikini section a little too long, busying picturing Mirai barely clad in those little scraps of cloth. If I were a nose bleeding kind of guy I would probably die by now from loss of blood.
I arrived at our appointed place, in front of the K subway station, with two more hours to spare, so I settled down on a nice comfortable bench. And to my shame, promptly fell asleep.
I woke up with sunshine so bright in my face. A quick glance at my watch told me it was 10:45. I looked around. No Mirai in sight.
While I wondered fleetingly if I was stood up, the object of my lust ran toward me, waving.
My jaw almost dropped when I saw her attire clearly. Her skirt was at a respectable length, actually longer than her school uniform's. But her blouse. She might as well not wear it.
No I'm not going to describe this excuse for a blouse. Use your imagination, if you have one.
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"Sorry," she said when she reached me. "Mai twisted his ankle this morning."
Selfishly, I wished the kid didn't choose today of all day to injure himself. But I said all that was proper. I must be mad. I even offered to postpone the date to another day.
In response, she put a hand to my forehead. "You don't seem to have a temperature, so I must conclude that you've been out in the sun too long to know what you're saying."
I laughed. "You're probably right. But I'm serious. Mai-kun probably needs you more than I do."
"He's also not a little kid." She shrugged her shoulder. "Anyhow, I asked my cousin to come keep his company."
"Your cousin? Isn't she the one he has a crush on?"
"Ha! Mai changes objects of his affection like people change their clothes. Last I check--" Here she stared and pointed a finger at me, similar to the way her brother often did. "--he numbers *you* among the people he wants."
To my shame, I was tempted to take him up on his offer too. Never mind that I felt real ancient around the kid. He looked almost like his sister and I was that shallow.
So I put my hand to my head. "True, that. But I'm here with you now. Let's catch our train if you're not going to leave."
Mirai blanched. And I regretted seeing that. I never talked to her that way.
To my surprise, she took my arm, inadvertently (at least I don't think it was intentional) brushing her breasts against my side. At that minute, I resolved to relax and have fun for the rest of that day.
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I don't know why I've resisted Yoshida for so long. Or perhaps I do.
He's usually so cute as a fluff ball. That description would probably depress him, I think. But he is really too damn cute for his own good. And positively bouncy. Still don't quite get what he wants with me, however, when we are so polar opposite.
And that was so sweet of him to offer cancel the date he had worked so hard to get from me. Yet I mocked him instead. It was a hard habit to break. I didn't really mean anything by it and I thought he would take it with his usual 'sickeningly almost too good to be true' good humor.
But apparently I'd hurt him. Perhaps not my fault, but the fact was I was late. Then I compounded it by not being appreciative of his offer.
No, that was not quite right. I more or less accused him of having desire on Mai. Truly, I couldn't be such a hypocrite to get mad if he really wanted my brother when I wouldn't give him time of the day.
Sadly, it wasn't quite as simple as I made it sound. This fluffy cute ball somehow can turn himself into a sexy as hell woman. I'm not kidding. I'm a girl and I even get jealous of his alter ego's gorgeous looks and body. And Mai had wanted his 'Tsubaki-san' for a while, even after knowing who she really was.
Looking at him, you would never guess that he was anything other than a cute but rather annoyingly persistent guy. I had to chuckle at that. And at his reaction when he first saw me today. Such a naive fluff ball. I'm sure he's still a virgin. In either form.
"What's so funny?"
"You," I replied, straight-face.
He sighed loudly. "I know now that I'm not dreaming. It is only in reality that my date is laughing at me."
I pressed my body even closer to him. (Ha! Bet you and the fluff ball thought I didn't know what I was doing.) "Be thankful that I'm your date at all."
"Oh, I am. Doubly glad, in fact, that you decide not to go home, even though Mai-kun would probably be cursing me for stealing his sister away."
"Mai is not that petty." Or is he? Well, he did tell me to have a good time today, even though a bit grudgingly.
Yoshida shook his head. "Whatever. I actually don't care what he thinks." He took my hands off him and back me toward a building. Putting each of his hand flat on the wall on each side of my head, he spent quite some time studying my chest. Considering what I was wearing, I would actually be mad if he didn't at least look.
"If it wouldn't get both you and I arrested, I would tear off that little scrap you try to pass off as a blouse myself."
OMG, the fluff ball was quite sexy when he was like this. I almost wished we were somewhere private. Hell, why lied to myself? I wished we were in a goddamn hotel room screwing each other.
So I said, a little breathily, "It's in fashion, you know? They sell quite a lot of this kind of blouse."
Almost absently, I think, he felt up my left breast. "Somehow I didn't think you the type to bow to pressure and wear what's in fashion."
I smiled. "I wear this just to torture you, Yoshida, and do a mighty fine job of it if I say so myself."
Using his body to hide much of what he was doing, he squeezed my arching left breast, his thumb pushing down my erected nipple. "Be careful, Mirai. You may get exactly what you ask for. And while I’m fondling you, call me Tsurugi."
"Tsurugi," I dutifully repeated. Although I would rather call him fluff ball.
"That guy is so cute," female #1 gushed. (He is.)
Female #2 snorted. "But the hussy with him is so not!" (That time of the month, girly?)
"Hey, I think she's hot," piped up male voice #1. (Really? Gee, thanks.)
Male #2 smacked his fist into his palm. "The lucky bastard!" (He is, until you guys interrupt us.)
Yoshida untied the sleeves of his jacket from his neck and draped the thing over me. He turned to glare at those passers-by, quieting them and sending them scurrying away.
"Busybodies," he grumbled.
I clasped him on the shoulder. "Hey, hot stuff. You were making out with me in public, you know."
He stared. "You're not mad at me?"
"Other than the fact that you stopped, no, I'm not." I took his arm again. "Come on. Let's hurry before we miss another train."
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So people not minding their own business were the reason my fondling of Mirai got cut short. And damn glad for the interruption I was too, even though I basically implied otherwise.
I was fully prepared for her slap, but it never came. She must have liked me at least a little. That, for some ridiculous reason, made me really happy.
It was a pity that she was now all covered up by my jacket, but better not left myself open to temptation again. She was still sexy as hell either way.
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For some time, the train ride was uneventful. It actually got kind of awkward for a bit. I didn't really know what to talk about. Me, shy? Strange, I know. Especially when it was I who wanted this date.
"I've never been to M Park before. Have you?"
"M Park?" I said stupidly. "Is that where we are going?"
"Yes. I take it you've never been there either? It's right opposite from U Land."
"Ah, I see."
Mirai stared at me, then leaned close and put her hand on my forehead. "No temperature." Her gaze softened. "What's wrong? You seem kinda out of it, Fluff Ball."
That snapped me out of my funk right quick enough. My eyes must be bulging. "Fl..fluff what?"
"Fluff Ball. A cute, bouncy fluff ball. Only that you aren't so bouncy at the moment."
I pouted. "I would rather be compared to a puppy."
She laughed. Oh boy did she laugh at me.
"No can do. A puppy actually has some intelligence, you know."
"Ouch!"
That made her laughed even harder. Other people on the train turned to look at us. It was weird, but now that Mirai and I weren't doing anything improper, I didn't mind their stares.
Mirai glanced at these people, her eyes cold. They quickly turned back to mind their own business. Then she turned that chilly gaze toward me.
"You are evading my question, Tsurugi."
"What question?"
She made a face, as if I were the slowest person, mentally. Which I was.
"You said so little. I think being out in the sun for so long is making you sick, after all."
Ah... "Oh, that." I waved my hand sideways. "It was nothing. I got nervous, that's all."
She whistled softly. "Really? You always seem super confident. I kinda like that, you know."
I cracked a grin. "You do? Even when I was being thoroughly obnoxious?"
"Especially that. If you weren't being so annoyingly persistent, I'd have lost interest in you long time ago." She smiled. "So you do recognize your own faults. I really thought you were oblivious to them."
I have mentioned before that no one in our class had ever seen Mirai's smile. I'm not sappy enough to admit that I was falling for her or something. However, I did feel like I'd performed a miracle, coaxing a genuine smile out of her.
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We arrived at M Park without further incidents. I told Mirai that, and got a scowl for an answer.
"Hadn't anyone told you it's a prelude to bad luck to say that?"
I suspected that she wasn't really mad, though. If she was, I would be literally frozen by now.
"Hey, some of us choose to look at life as being half glass full, you know."
She turned away and started walking toward the park entrance. "Fine, fine. Don't come crying to me if your glass world tumbles down, naive Fluff Ball."
"Yes, yes, Princess," I said, smiling. Too bad she kept her back turned. Or maybe that was a good thing. She might hit me if she saw my face.
(To be continued...)
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Author's Note: I know it is bad that I have to explain stuff, because I believe good story telling would make things clear or at least less confusing for a reader. But I must say that Mirai and Tsurugi are not in any way reliable narrators. That is not an escape get-out-of-jail clause, but it may seem like an excuse anyway since I basically have no idea what a particular reader might have assumed. (Still, Mirai and Tsurugi are probably as far from me as possible, personality-wise, belief-wise, and just about anything else-wise. Yes, I've written one or two characters with similar personalities, thought patterns, and reactions to mine, but most of my characters are people who are different from me. It is just more fun that way.) About Tsurugi having another form? How would anyone know that it is not simply in Mirai's imagination? After all, Tsurugi himself says nothing about it (so far). And being beautiful is in the eye of the beholder. (As for this, they are my characters, of course I think they look great, but some readers might think Mirai and Tsurugi only look average.)
And yeah, I got inspired, name-wise, by tokusatsu characters. Mirai got her name (and little else) from the MEBIUS Mirai. Tsurugi got his name (and some of his personality) from the KR KABUTO Tsurugi. (Yes, they are shows from the year 2006. I just love the names so much.) Although, incidentally, my characters kind of remind me a little of Yuri and Otoya from KR KIVA (which I'm behind, so maybe their relationship might have undergone a change already).
(Only remotely related, but I wonder exactly what "you bet" means. I read somewhere it stands for "you had better believed it" or something similar. Since I'm not sure of the usage, I had to scramble to replace "I bet" with something else for this fic.)
Okay, the first one to be tackled here is the manga with Mirai Honjou and Tsurugi Yoshida. I don't really have a title, but I hope writing about them here (fast, so plenty of mistakes) will get me out of the dreaded writer's block.
Do I have to warn for it? It has a mild groping, and swearing (not a lot, though), so is probably PG-13.
This story is very far from finished, but I hope I can make some progress regularly. (Ha, that would be more like if/when I get to visit UM Land myself, because I would rather not make up more stuff than I already did.)
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I don't know when my fascination with Honjou Mirai began. Or maybe I do.
It was when she transferred in, like, almost in the middle of Winter Term. She hasn't always had short hair. Her hair then was long enough that it was almost probably past the length of her skirt uniform. And she had a sort of glance that told you to keep out. I didn't heed it and looked anyway, and she totally froze me with a look that basically said I was a low and dirty vermin beneath her.
Seriously, she was aloof with everybody in class. I'm sure no one ever saw a hint of a smile on her admittedly beautiful face. Yet, I chanced seeing love letters from guys (and probably some hate letters from other girls) falling out of her shoes locker like every single day. To this day, I'm not sure what she did with them. She didn't put them in the trash, not that I saw anyway.
But her being unfriendly far from deterred me. I probably got a rush out of competing with her million fan boys by pestering her with every chance I got. And I took pride in being the only one who got some reactions out of her other than her 'don't touch me ice princess look'. Well, not much improvement, but she actually talked to me, in several complete sentences. Whereas she mostly afforded only a few words to others in class.
Then one day she cut her beautiful hair. I remember groaning at that senseless loss. Hell, she could at least give her hair to me.
Not long after, she actually approached me on her own. I didn't quite recall the reason for it, but I remember being mindless with lust...
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Yes, I censored my diary. You don't need to know what I did, random stranger who just happened upon this accounting of my life.
Needless to say, I didn't endear myself to Mirai. She spurned my repeated attempts to ask her out. I would too, if it were me being asked out by my obnoxious self.
Then a rival sprang out of a wood lock. I've previously admitted that there exist those fancying themselves in love with Mirai, millions of them actually. But I had no idea this particular classmate of mine had his eyes on her too.
That brings me to now. A girl in a different class seems to have a crush on the rival. So she takes a particular dislike of Mirai, for stealing him from her I suppose.
But the rival is far from succeeding, for which I crow with glee. His efforts even make Mirai seek me out on her own. One thing led to another (no, not that kind of another) and she agrees to go out with me at last. Excuse me for shouting from a rooftop that I'm going on a date with Mirai.
It is almost summer now (took me long enough to convince her), so we are going to spend a day at an amusement park. Or is it a marine park? Whichever.
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The day arrived and I woke up at five. Tsubuki remarked in that annoyingly correct tone of hers that I never woke up that early for school.
"That's why I trust you to wake me up for that," I quipped back.
"And you went right back to sleep most of the time when I did." She smiled. "Admit it, Tsurugi. You were so looking forward to this date with Honjou-san more than you ever were for school."
Perhaps she did have a point. I was supposed to meet Mirai at ten, so it was way too early for me to be up. But I did so I had a hearty breakfast and enjoyed it; unlike the times I just grabbed a few slices of toasted (or sometimes untoasted) bread and ran to school.
I left the house with plenty of time to spare. But I was too excited to go out of the way much, so I just visited a few shops. One of those was a nifty store with all kind of women's apparels. I admit without shame that I lingered at the bikini section a little too long, busying picturing Mirai barely clad in those little scraps of cloth. If I were a nose bleeding kind of guy I would probably die by now from loss of blood.
I arrived at our appointed place, in front of the K subway station, with two more hours to spare, so I settled down on a nice comfortable bench. And to my shame, promptly fell asleep.
I woke up with sunshine so bright in my face. A quick glance at my watch told me it was 10:45. I looked around. No Mirai in sight.
While I wondered fleetingly if I was stood up, the object of my lust ran toward me, waving.
My jaw almost dropped when I saw her attire clearly. Her skirt was at a respectable length, actually longer than her school uniform's. But her blouse. She might as well not wear it.
No I'm not going to describe this excuse for a blouse. Use your imagination, if you have one.
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"Sorry," she said when she reached me. "Mai twisted his ankle this morning."
Selfishly, I wished the kid didn't choose today of all day to injure himself. But I said all that was proper. I must be mad. I even offered to postpone the date to another day.
In response, she put a hand to my forehead. "You don't seem to have a temperature, so I must conclude that you've been out in the sun too long to know what you're saying."
I laughed. "You're probably right. But I'm serious. Mai-kun probably needs you more than I do."
"He's also not a little kid." She shrugged her shoulder. "Anyhow, I asked my cousin to come keep his company."
"Your cousin? Isn't she the one he has a crush on?"
"Ha! Mai changes objects of his affection like people change their clothes. Last I check--" Here she stared and pointed a finger at me, similar to the way her brother often did. "--he numbers *you* among the people he wants."
To my shame, I was tempted to take him up on his offer too. Never mind that I felt real ancient around the kid. He looked almost like his sister and I was that shallow.
So I put my hand to my head. "True, that. But I'm here with you now. Let's catch our train if you're not going to leave."
Mirai blanched. And I regretted seeing that. I never talked to her that way.
To my surprise, she took my arm, inadvertently (at least I don't think it was intentional) brushing her breasts against my side. At that minute, I resolved to relax and have fun for the rest of that day.
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I don't know why I've resisted Yoshida for so long. Or perhaps I do.
He's usually so cute as a fluff ball. That description would probably depress him, I think. But he is really too damn cute for his own good. And positively bouncy. Still don't quite get what he wants with me, however, when we are so polar opposite.
And that was so sweet of him to offer cancel the date he had worked so hard to get from me. Yet I mocked him instead. It was a hard habit to break. I didn't really mean anything by it and I thought he would take it with his usual 'sickeningly almost too good to be true' good humor.
But apparently I'd hurt him. Perhaps not my fault, but the fact was I was late. Then I compounded it by not being appreciative of his offer.
No, that was not quite right. I more or less accused him of having desire on Mai. Truly, I couldn't be such a hypocrite to get mad if he really wanted my brother when I wouldn't give him time of the day.
Sadly, it wasn't quite as simple as I made it sound. This fluffy cute ball somehow can turn himself into a sexy as hell woman. I'm not kidding. I'm a girl and I even get jealous of his alter ego's gorgeous looks and body. And Mai had wanted his 'Tsubaki-san' for a while, even after knowing who she really was.
Looking at him, you would never guess that he was anything other than a cute but rather annoyingly persistent guy. I had to chuckle at that. And at his reaction when he first saw me today. Such a naive fluff ball. I'm sure he's still a virgin. In either form.
"What's so funny?"
"You," I replied, straight-face.
He sighed loudly. "I know now that I'm not dreaming. It is only in reality that my date is laughing at me."
I pressed my body even closer to him. (Ha! Bet you and the fluff ball thought I didn't know what I was doing.) "Be thankful that I'm your date at all."
"Oh, I am. Doubly glad, in fact, that you decide not to go home, even though Mai-kun would probably be cursing me for stealing his sister away."
"Mai is not that petty." Or is he? Well, he did tell me to have a good time today, even though a bit grudgingly.
Yoshida shook his head. "Whatever. I actually don't care what he thinks." He took my hands off him and back me toward a building. Putting each of his hand flat on the wall on each side of my head, he spent quite some time studying my chest. Considering what I was wearing, I would actually be mad if he didn't at least look.
"If it wouldn't get both you and I arrested, I would tear off that little scrap you try to pass off as a blouse myself."
OMG, the fluff ball was quite sexy when he was like this. I almost wished we were somewhere private. Hell, why lied to myself? I wished we were in a goddamn hotel room screwing each other.
So I said, a little breathily, "It's in fashion, you know? They sell quite a lot of this kind of blouse."
Almost absently, I think, he felt up my left breast. "Somehow I didn't think you the type to bow to pressure and wear what's in fashion."
I smiled. "I wear this just to torture you, Yoshida, and do a mighty fine job of it if I say so myself."
Using his body to hide much of what he was doing, he squeezed my arching left breast, his thumb pushing down my erected nipple. "Be careful, Mirai. You may get exactly what you ask for. And while I’m fondling you, call me Tsurugi."
"Tsurugi," I dutifully repeated. Although I would rather call him fluff ball.
"That guy is so cute," female #1 gushed. (He is.)
Female #2 snorted. "But the hussy with him is so not!" (That time of the month, girly?)
"Hey, I think she's hot," piped up male voice #1. (Really? Gee, thanks.)
Male #2 smacked his fist into his palm. "The lucky bastard!" (He is, until you guys interrupt us.)
Yoshida untied the sleeves of his jacket from his neck and draped the thing over me. He turned to glare at those passers-by, quieting them and sending them scurrying away.
"Busybodies," he grumbled.
I clasped him on the shoulder. "Hey, hot stuff. You were making out with me in public, you know."
He stared. "You're not mad at me?"
"Other than the fact that you stopped, no, I'm not." I took his arm again. "Come on. Let's hurry before we miss another train."
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So people not minding their own business were the reason my fondling of Mirai got cut short. And damn glad for the interruption I was too, even though I basically implied otherwise.
I was fully prepared for her slap, but it never came. She must have liked me at least a little. That, for some ridiculous reason, made me really happy.
It was a pity that she was now all covered up by my jacket, but better not left myself open to temptation again. She was still sexy as hell either way.
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For some time, the train ride was uneventful. It actually got kind of awkward for a bit. I didn't really know what to talk about. Me, shy? Strange, I know. Especially when it was I who wanted this date.
"I've never been to M Park before. Have you?"
"M Park?" I said stupidly. "Is that where we are going?"
"Yes. I take it you've never been there either? It's right opposite from U Land."
"Ah, I see."
Mirai stared at me, then leaned close and put her hand on my forehead. "No temperature." Her gaze softened. "What's wrong? You seem kinda out of it, Fluff Ball."
That snapped me out of my funk right quick enough. My eyes must be bulging. "Fl..fluff what?"
"Fluff Ball. A cute, bouncy fluff ball. Only that you aren't so bouncy at the moment."
I pouted. "I would rather be compared to a puppy."
She laughed. Oh boy did she laugh at me.
"No can do. A puppy actually has some intelligence, you know."
"Ouch!"
That made her laughed even harder. Other people on the train turned to look at us. It was weird, but now that Mirai and I weren't doing anything improper, I didn't mind their stares.
Mirai glanced at these people, her eyes cold. They quickly turned back to mind their own business. Then she turned that chilly gaze toward me.
"You are evading my question, Tsurugi."
"What question?"
She made a face, as if I were the slowest person, mentally. Which I was.
"You said so little. I think being out in the sun for so long is making you sick, after all."
Ah... "Oh, that." I waved my hand sideways. "It was nothing. I got nervous, that's all."
She whistled softly. "Really? You always seem super confident. I kinda like that, you know."
I cracked a grin. "You do? Even when I was being thoroughly obnoxious?"
"Especially that. If you weren't being so annoyingly persistent, I'd have lost interest in you long time ago." She smiled. "So you do recognize your own faults. I really thought you were oblivious to them."
I have mentioned before that no one in our class had ever seen Mirai's smile. I'm not sappy enough to admit that I was falling for her or something. However, I did feel like I'd performed a miracle, coaxing a genuine smile out of her.
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We arrived at M Park without further incidents. I told Mirai that, and got a scowl for an answer.
"Hadn't anyone told you it's a prelude to bad luck to say that?"
I suspected that she wasn't really mad, though. If she was, I would be literally frozen by now.
"Hey, some of us choose to look at life as being half glass full, you know."
She turned away and started walking toward the park entrance. "Fine, fine. Don't come crying to me if your glass world tumbles down, naive Fluff Ball."
"Yes, yes, Princess," I said, smiling. Too bad she kept her back turned. Or maybe that was a good thing. She might hit me if she saw my face.
(To be continued...)
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Author's Note: I know it is bad that I have to explain stuff, because I believe good story telling would make things clear or at least less confusing for a reader. But I must say that Mirai and Tsurugi are not in any way reliable narrators. That is not an escape get-out-of-jail clause, but it may seem like an excuse anyway since I basically have no idea what a particular reader might have assumed. (Still, Mirai and Tsurugi are probably as far from me as possible, personality-wise, belief-wise, and just about anything else-wise. Yes, I've written one or two characters with similar personalities, thought patterns, and reactions to mine, but most of my characters are people who are different from me. It is just more fun that way.) About Tsurugi having another form? How would anyone know that it is not simply in Mirai's imagination? After all, Tsurugi himself says nothing about it (so far). And being beautiful is in the eye of the beholder. (As for this, they are my characters, of course I think they look great, but some readers might think Mirai and Tsurugi only look average.)
And yeah, I got inspired, name-wise, by tokusatsu characters. Mirai got her name (and little else) from the MEBIUS Mirai. Tsurugi got his name (and some of his personality) from the KR KABUTO Tsurugi. (Yes, they are shows from the year 2006. I just love the names so much.) Although, incidentally, my characters kind of remind me a little of Yuri and Otoya from KR KIVA (which I'm behind, so maybe their relationship might have undergone a change already).
(Only remotely related, but I wonder exactly what "you bet" means. I read somewhere it stands for "you had better believed it" or something similar. Since I'm not sure of the usage, I had to scramble to replace "I bet" with something else for this fic.)