"You, Kuro. I told you not to call me that."662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlgqUmzDy9r
Kuro sweetly grinned, as sweet as honey in his eyes. "You mean, Rikkun-kun, Rikkun-kun?"662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdwfbCblhQb
Rikkun growled, his arched eyebrows arched even deeper. "You..!"662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm3o7CgzEmE
Inoue chose to interrupt in that moment. "Rikkun, since you've heard all about it, then please accept our invitation to our planned occasion!"662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6tLOElw34J
Still in his angry arched-brows expression, he looked at Inoue. "I told you guys before... I am not interested. Give it up, you two."
Inoue & Kuro: "Never!"
Chael who was rather silent this whole time, finally cut his silence by persuading Rikkun. Arms crossed with knowing gaze... and eyes unfathomable.
"You got nothing to do, don't you, Rikkun?"
Almost snapping, Rikkun replied with rough edges in his voice. "That doesn't imply that I'm going with them." He unhooked his right hand and made a dismissive wave with it. He wasn't looking behind them anymore. "Give it up."
Inoue and Kuro were too busy looking distraught that they missed the smirk flickered on Chael's face.
"Really? Even if they'll be treating you with cookie buffet?"
The dismissive wave froze in place. A finger or two twitched.
After a moment of hesitation, Rikkun started to speak. "That's--"
"--WE WILL!"
Inoue and Kuro's promise sealed the deal.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Rikkun's raised arm crossed alongside the other. He looked pointedly at the open window beside his seat.
"F-fine. If only for the cookies..."
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"Kyyaaaa!"
"We did it! We did it!"
"la da di da di~ We like to party~"
"Dancing with Connie~"
"Doing whatever we want~"
"Anyone help, please? Sasha?"
You guessed it, readers.
Connie Springer, the shaved head for a hairstyle-- or lack of it-- and a goofy personality. For 15 minutes after school dismissal Kuro and Inoue had their arms linked together with Connie Springer, who was the unfortunate victim too slow to bail out of class, dancing together like hairless monkeys celebrating over their invented campfire.
As for Sasha Blouse, Connie Springer's friend-- the glutton brunette-- stared at Kuro and Inoue pensively. Half of her upper body poking out of the doorframe, she contemplated whether to butt in and save Connie or bail out and head on to the on-sale bakery.
"This is our house~"
Of course, the decision was obvious.
"This is our rules!~"
"Can't, I gotta hurry. I'll save you a banana cake, though. See ya!"
And with that, she left his friend to the arms of hooligans unknown when to stop their... hooligan-ing.
"And we can't stop~ And we won't stop~"
Oh. Scratch the unknown; they'll never going to stop.
"Inou, Ku. Con is a human who has his life to spend. Let him go from your grasps, please?"
Again, scratch the never; a savior just came for Connie.
"Waaa...!" Almost tearing-up, Connie gave the class president a big bright wide gleaming smile. "Thanks a million, pres! I owe you big time!"
"Actually...." Chael mused, though staring at Connie with a knowing cold gaze. "You do owe something, and it is big. A report came to me that someone witnessed you stashing illegit magazine in the school's rear garden. Is. That. Right?"
Connie's face fell.
The class president nodded at Connie's shadow-casted face.
"I see. Well then, come Connie Springer, we got a lot of things to discuss..."
Pulling away Connie from the two, the class president dragged him out of the classroom, leaving the only remaining two alone inside.
"As expected from Connie..." Kuro crossed his arms in a criticizing way. "He's pretty good at not being good." He shrugged his shoulders, pompously. "School's backyard garden isn't the perfect hiding spot for stashing magazines."
Inoue pointedly glared at Kuro.
"I take that as a confession. I'll be reporting this to the class president."
Kuro hurriedly grabbed one of Inoue's wrists before impending doom.
"C-come on, it's just a joke! You're taking my joke way too seriously, Inoue!"
Inoue looked at Kuro's nervous expression with a raise of a brow. "When it's from you, I have to take them all seriously."
Catching the wrist again, Kuro hurriedly say something smart from his nut-head before the end is nigh.
"Can you g-give it a rest? Besides! It's.... NOT your job to report, y-you know~ No need to waste your time!"
Inoue frowned.
"Kuro. I'm the vice president in this class. Ergo, it is definitely my duty to report whatever things that are needed to report."
Kuro's reaction was blank. As in, blank, blank face.
"You're... the vice president???"
Inoue's already frowned eyebrows, burrowed even deeper from annoyance.
"You don't think I'm some stupid fair maiden who is helplessly in love with someone who doesn't do anything at all but only to fall in love and in love like a stupid fair maiden.... do you...?"
There was an hesitation.
"OF COURSE NOT! HAHAHAHAHA! I NEVER THOUGHT OF YOU AS A STUPID SPOILED BRAT--"
An ugly smack echoed in the room. Like someone punch someone hard in the face.
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Inoue stretched her arms and legs after an hour of doing her homework. Checking her analog clock it strike on 5 and 25. Late afternoon. She's early this time.
Happy that she doesn't have to worry anything school-related anymore, she plopped on her bed and checked her messages from her friend. She didn't hang-out with her bestfriend in school after dismissal, which was not supposed to happen, but did. Long story short, the class president scolded at her (for punching Kuro in his pretty face) and Kuro (for thrashing the students' desks to escape from the monster) for God knows how long until sunset. Sullen, Inoue didn't think twice about going home as early as she could.
[Sorry, had to deal smthin bck in schl.] She replied to Lulu Rainelle, her bestfriend.
Now that she thought about Lulu, Lulu told her to meet at the school's rooftop to discuss about something, which was usual. But saying that she has to discuss something sounds a little odd for her. Nevertheless, the thought slipped out of her mind like a rocket taking off too soon.
[No probs! We cn discuss dat tom. I heard u "had to deal" with. U were scolded by the class president. That's news! >: 3]
[Dn't rub it IN! Gimme some peace of mind!]
[I'm ur bestfriend. And bstfrnd RUBS SALT TO THE WOUND. WAHAHA-- -chokes- >;3 So, any plans?]
[Plans 4 wat???]
[Has ur intelligence got scolded out from ur brain too? Of course I'm tlkin abt da plans to win Rikkun's icy <3!]
Inoue laughed at the text.
[Ryt. Alrdy had idea. Cn u tell me all the special events coming dis month or so?]
[Sure! :3 Brb]
[Tyt]
Not even a minute has passed and Inoue got the lists of events.
[There! Hope dis suffice! :3]
[That was very fast.]
[Online writer remember? I need special events 4 my stories ;3]
[I ou1. Cafeteria lunch tomorrow, my treat? ^-^]
[Nah, it's ok. I'll stick to my home-made lunches ;3]
[Fine, sundae ice cream then?]
[Better!]
[U r a bad little innocent angel]
[So was lucifer ;P]
[Ryt. See ya tom! Gotta plan. >:)]
[I'll leave u to it ;3 Meanwhile I hav a dyt wid my mum and dad. Peace out!]
(Luluskiptomyloo has signed out)
She started scrolling above the message panel until she reread the lists of events again.
[16 June: International Day of Family Remittances
17 June: World Day to Combat Desertification and Drought
19 June: International Day for the Elimination of Sexual Violence in Conflict
20 June: World Refugee Day
21 June: International Day of Yoga
23 June: United Nations Public Service Day
23 June: International Widows' Day
25 June: Day of the Seafarer
26 June: International Day against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking
26 June: United Nations International Day in Support of Victims of Torture ]
Wow, I didn't know there's lots of international events. I salute to these people who celebrate them.
I looked further to the lists of events upcoming within the month of July:
[2 July (first Saturday in July): International Day of Cooperatives
11 July: World Population Day
15 July: World Youth Skills Day
18 July: Nelson Mandela International Day
28 July: World Hepatitis Day
30 July: International Day of Friendship
30 July: World Day against Trafficking in Persons]
"When I said that I need special events I mean.... winning Rikkun's heart events!"
Despite Inoue's protest against the lists, she checked each and every one of the events partially because she might get some ideas but particularly because she's interested. Who's not into the welfare of other peeps and some to express your ideals against the world? Anyone? Only her? Right.
After an hour or so, she bounced off from her bed and readied herself for dinner. After all, she got a free pack of strawberries bribed thanks to the class president. He's really a crafty if benign president, she thought.
Then, another thought hit her. A late notice since she's not exactly keen to details.
"How did the class president knew Rikkun's favorite snack was cookie?"
She frowned.
"And cookie? For my special admirer, that's cute!"
Giggling, she headed downstairs, again slipping the details away from her mind like a rocket taking off too soon.
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A long dreading yawn escaped from Kuro's finely thin lips as he stretched his muscles after his training session playing Osu!
Oooh that hits the spot! Or should I say-- clicks the circle.
He grinned like an idiot in his fine-looking face, which made him winced. He almost forgot about his injury given nicely by Inoue. Blotting his cheek with a band-aid plastered on, he stood up from his chair and grabbed himself some warm cocoa drink. His favorite way of drinking booze to celebrate. And since it's nighttime, getting ready for bed, he needed some choco taste in his mouth to calm his system, just like milk before calling it a day.
Strangely, his mind function more active whenever it's nighttime and drinks chocolate milk. He recalled the events that just occurred in before in school.
"The handsomely pretty pres know's my lovely Rikkun?"
But only active for few seconds. He shrugged at the thought and dismissed it before he could even think about it. Settling his thoughts more on the occasion planned that is yet to be planned out.
"Let's see... my friends told me that there will be a fan fair somewhere nearby.... then a rock festival miles away here.... little party to attend to next week.... what club should I join in?"
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"Kuro, I know what we should do for special occasion."
"Me too, Inoue! And it's going to be next week!"
"Food Trip!" "Arcade!"
They paced on the same level beside each other. Their stares colliding. Long and hard.
In their particular stances, they groped for whatever their hand caught in their grip (inside their bags actually), not taking their eyes off each other.
As though a bell ringing faintly on the distance was their cue, they dashed to the school grounds.662Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLLwBsSBr4E
