IDIOTS AND THEIR DEVOTIONS (OPEN)

[FUKUNAWA MAKOTO]

[atrb=style,box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #777777; width: 400px; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20; border: 1px solid #333333; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2r4n886.jpg); padding: 20px;][atrb=border,0,btable][STYLE=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100; color: #8ab60d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; padding: 5 30 0 0; line-height: 30px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #111111;]MAKE ME A SHADOW[/style][STYLE=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; text-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #111111; color: #999999; padding: 0 10 0 0;]IN THE SHAPE OF WONDER[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #111111; float: left; margin-right: 6px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shdaow: 1px 1px 0px #1111111; color: #888888; text-align: justify;]The blonde was breathing heavily already as he threw his weight onto the doors of the gymnasium. He was jogging fast. Quickly, he looked back and saw a large group of St. Valentine's girls in their gym uniforms, pursuing him. He raised his arms and started at a faster pace, moving balled fists as he narrowed his vision. There was a tree line along the fence that separated his male populated school from the girl's own catholic school. He made a straight dash to it and sure enough, the crowd of girls followed him, giggling and shouting weird things. "You'd think the teacher would..." he turned, looking backward for a second noticing that the teacher, with hearts in her eyes as her pupils was in the back of the pack. Makoto's right eyebrow raised. But, she was a nun. He shook his head and got to the fence.He climbed the chain link and stood on the top rail. He flung himself over in a jump across to a tree limb and climbed. "Fukunawa-san, are you stuck up there?" A girl asked as the group came upon the fence. "I'm looking for a cat." Makoto said, taking a seat on a heavy, thick branch. "So nice!" One girl shouted and the others began to moan, sigh and squeal more. Makoto sighed to himself, leaning against the trunk of the tree. He should learn to watch his mouth when the girls were around for gym. One comment directed at him and all hell breaks loose. He crossed his arms. They'd get tired of waiting and soon go away. By that time, gym class would be over and he could go change. The blonde young man moved a branch aside and looked out at the girls' school property which he was technically on. It didn't seem so bad. And some of the girls walking around were cute enough. He didn't understand the craze involved in him saying that kissing was fun. It was. He liked doing it. But, not all at once, like the girls below him were making it out to be as they edged toward him at first. Makoto looked down. Even the nun was still there. He rolled his eyes and looked back downward. "Anyone have the time? My cellphone's inside." He asked and a few girls looked at their watches. "Twenty after one," A girl replied. "Thanks! You're the best!" Makoto grinned, disappearing back into the tree. The girl sighed and they began to squeal again. He had twenty minutes left of gym. Maybe he could take a nap or something. He saw a few girls making themselves comfortable on a bench nearby. He watched quietly. One in particular was quite cute from the back. So, he plucked a branch from the tree and threw it at her. "Hey!" He said as he threw another one. The girl was just wiping it away, maybe thinking that the wind was doing it. He blinked. He'd never had so much trouble getting someone's attention before. He stepped out onto the branch, stepped along the metal rail of the fence and jumped down. The girls that were already following him threw their faces onto the fence, trying to grab at him. "Hey there!" He sat down on the bench beside the group of girls and smiled. "You look famil-" He started but when he saw her face, he knew exactly who she was. "Sorry!" He waved as he stood up. WORDS. 579☆ TAGS. open☆ NOTES. meh☆ TEMPLATE. by KONYA☆ [/style]

[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

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YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/23sdbev.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] open & fukunawa makoto. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 1210. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] because i can. happyplz. ... also i'm not 100% sure about their physical locations exactly amg lawl sorry if i messed up- 8|;;[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     In reality, Chihiro wasn't a particularly 'athletic' girl. In fact, the only sport she was relatively good at was swimming - and that's only because of her fondness of the water. After all, aside from maths and sciences, the redheaded Tanemura really was rather untalented at most of everything else. Working hard to the point where she received a top mark... surely she was more vain than the majority of her classmates; as long as she got enough praises and compliments, it didn't matter at all to her that she was practically dying from overworking herself. What was death comparing to having people remember her name and efforts for a long time to come, right? So, she would do it. Disgusting as it was, she would put up with going over to Hyaku every time she needed to and wasn't there to pull some sort of prank - for both gym class as well as swim team practices where they had to use the Hyaku pool... which was hopefully cleaned every single day because by god she did not want to have Hyaku germs all over her body! A water bottle in one hand, the sixteen year old was currently sitting amongst a small group of her peers as something else went on a small distance from them. Something that involved a great portion of her class - and even those that weren't in her class - chasing after a single individual. Chihiro blinked and arched a brow as she lowered her water bottle from her mouth, "Is that a new teacher?" she asked, staring over her shoulder at the short-haired blonde. "Are we getting a new teacher?" one of her friends questioned back. "I was never told so if we are," the redhead said, thoughtfully as she squinted her eyes at the blonde, trying to make out exactly what his face looked like. "Hahh." her brow lowered and pushed together with her other one. There was clearly something off about the teacher, and Chihiro soon came to a realization. Her eye twitched. "Is that a guy?" she blurted out to her friends whom she quickly turned to look at. "Eh?! Really? That one?!" the other girls' eyes widened as they suddenly became more interested, all turning to the direction of the commotion, "Uwahh, maybe the sisters finally realized that we need a little variety here- omaigawd Chihiro, put that monkey wrench down-" "I don't care who he is or what he's here for, but it's time to commit homicide, girls. Wish me luck." said Chihiro as she - having turned back to look at her front - rose to her feet abruptly, her already crimson orbs now a shade brighter. "J-Just calm down, Chi-chan-" the other students said nervously, some of them hurriedly pulling the redhead back down on the bench though none of them could take away her monkey wrench. Chugging down all the rest of the water, Chihiro squeezed the sides of the plastic bottle loudly, a vein thumping on her temple. There was a man on campus, and she wasn't allowed to do anything because not only might she hurt someone else in the process if she so much as tried to kick his brains in, there was also the fact that there was a nun among the group who could potentially get Chihiro into more trouble than she would've liked. And suddenly, the commotion - the squeals and sighs - had relocated itself. More veins appeared on Chihiro's forehead when she noticed that the fence behind them was practically being abused. Just ignore it, or she would surely explode, and that was the last thing she wanted right now, Chihiro thought as she glanced over her shoulder to look down at a small twig when she felt something hit her back. She then raised a hand absent-mindedly - still mid-thought and all - brushing away another random stick that seemed to be flying her way for no good reason. Yes, just focus on ignoring and overlooking the fact that there was a man somewhere in their school, dirtying the grounds they walked, polluting the air they breathed, corrupting- Chihiro tensed up a little when a voice suddenly caught her attention, interrupting the annoyance that was steadily building up inside her. Still frowning, Chihiro turned her head and blinked - almost dully - when a familiar face came into view. ... So that's who their 'new teacher' was supposed to be. A Fukunawa. And not just any Fukunawa, no, it was Fukunawa Makoto who also happened to be the vice president of Hyaku's student council. An apology soon came as the young man stood up in a hurry, but Chihiro's hand shot out equally as fast and made a grab at his forearm. "Coincidence, because you look familiar to me, too." said Chihiro, suddenly smiling as she focused her narrowed vision on the ground before her. "Down, Fukunawa! Forehead on the ground, now!" she barked, jerking on whatever part of the blonde she was actually holding if not the forearm as her own vision snapped over to him. "I wonder what went through your mind when you decided to come on this little adventure? Did you think for a second you'd be able to get away with being on our side of the fence, boy? And what exactly are you here for, anyway? Hoping to peep under someone's skirt? Trying to sneak into one of the washrooms? ... I didn't think you had it in ya, Fukunawa, but apparently I was wrong. For once. Hm. Must've been that habit of overcreditting stupid guys, pardon me." Behind her, Chihiro could hear someone saying something - most likely coming from one of the girls that had been chasing after the blonde - but she chose to ignore it and continued to focus her attentnion on Makoto. Leaving her distorted water bottle aside, the sixteen year old pulled out her monkey wrench once more, which she raised to tap Makoto's jaw, "So I'll do you a favour then, as my apology for overcreditting you." she said, rising to her feet even though the flat side of her monkey wrench remained under the blonde's chin. Then, Chihiro suddenly leaned down and forward as a very clear hint of mischievousness flickered across her features. She beamed at him, her eyes closed, "Please strip." she said, almost politely. The pair of bright-coloured orbs reopened and the smiling face disappeared, "Since you obviously like to be surrounded by girls so much that you'd venture over... why don't you enjoy yourself to the fullest, then?" she asked, prodding at Makoto's throat with the end of her monkey wrench as though it was an actual weapon (and it probably... was?), "Come on, Fukunawa~ you'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting all of these girls touch you all over? Or maybe it's more enjoyable if I lock your naked self on the rooftop, instead?" Straightening her back finally, the smile returned as Chihiro tapped a free finger on the collar of Makoto's shirt, "Well then? This clearly needs to go, or did you not hear me the first time? Would you like me to drill another ear hole for you? How about on that forehead of yours, hm?"[/style]

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[FUKUNAWA MAKOTO]

[atrb=style,box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #777777; width: 400px; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20; border: 1px solid #333333; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2r4n886.jpg); padding: 20px;][atrb=border,0,btable][STYLE=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100; color: #8ab60d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; padding: 5 30 0 0; line-height: 30px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #111111;]MAKE ME A SHADOW[/style][STYLE=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; text-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #111111; color: #999999; padding: 0 10 0 0;]IN THE SHAPE OF WONDER[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #111111; float: left; margin-right: 6px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shdaow: 1px 1px 0px #1111111; color: #888888; text-align: justify;]"I said sorry already, Chihiro!" He cried and when she gave the order to bow, he did so. How many times had he done this before? He could hardly remember. It was definitely since he elementary school. He practically laid on the ground near the bench. That was about what she wanted. "Who was peeping?" He said raising his face, that was now covered lightly in dirt. "I just got here. I didn't do that." He stared with wide eyes at her from the ground. "I'll swear it on my life. I'll draw blood and make an oath." He was in trouble. He could tell, but it wasn't the monkey wrench lining his jaw giving him that impression. The eighteen year old blinked, quiet at Chihiro spoke to him. "No way." He said, closing his eyes. What would she do? Beat him with the monkey wrench. Then, she'd be in trouble too. He wasn't slow in the brains department. "Geez, don't put words in my mouth. Who wants to be surrounded by women all the time?" He opened his eyes at Chihiro and rolled them. "If you would just get your own gymnasium, I'd live a very simple school life." He broke out of redhead forearm lock and stood up, dusting off his gym uniform and nodding in the direction of the eligible girls who had followed him to the border of the schools. "I'm claiming asylum until they go away." He said bending over to dust dirt off of his legs. He gave his fans a nonchalant stare from his bent position but then looked back to Chirhiro as he stood upright again. "You're pretty psycho sometimes." He said with a blink. Being surrounded by girls who liked him or being near Chihiro who wanted him to strip so she could do something weird to him... Makoto made his decision instantly. He walked over, grabbing the chain link of the fence and began to climb quietly. "Ya know," He offered as he climbed. "It makes you pretty scary." He said as he got to the top of the fence and sat there. With his legs hanging over onto the boy's side, he turned a bit looking down to Chihiro. "Maybe you could work at one of those BDSM places, part time." He looked down at her with a grin. "I read about a place looking for girls. I'll clip out the article and give it to you." He shrugged his shoulders as he stood up on the fence and walked along to the tree branch again. Makoto stepped onto the tree branch and felt safer already. He'd rather be raped by a nun that stripped and pounded with a monkey wrench by Chihiro. "Ne, Chihiro?" He asked, poking his head out of the tree and looking down at her. "I heard you have a Fujioka in your class. All the guys talk about how mean she is. But, she's like the most beautiful girl in the school. How true is that?" WORDS. 502☆ TAGS. chihiro☆ NOTES. pfft☆ TEMPLATE. by KONYA☆ [/style]

[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

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YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/23sdbev.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] open & fukunawa makoto. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 1162. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] idek what she's doing.[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     An eyebrow twitched as she glared down at the blonde when she heard him calling her by her first name, "I'm sorry, did I not tell you that the only thing you can ever use to address me is 'Tanemura', shi- Fukunawa? Preferably with '-sama' as an honourific?" she asked, holding in the strongest urge to just slam the bottom of her foot down on the back of Makoto's head. Nevertheless, he looked back up and tried to explain himself. But Chihiro only laughed as she retrieved the monkey wrench and tapped it against the side of her own neck, "You didn't, but you were planning to. Don't think I don't know how your mind works, little boy, because I do, better than you can ever imagine." speaking as if he was a friend she had learned a lot about throughout the years... but then again, there could only be so many things going on inside that brain of his - or so Chihiro believed. After all, she had known him for a long time, hadn't she? Tragic. On her part, of course. "But oooh, that's actually the best idea you've ever come up with, Fukunawa - care to execute it? I'd really like to see you bleed." she said ever so sarcastically. Not that she actually wanted to see him bleed for real, but... anything to have him hurt in some shape or form? Yes please. "Who would? You would obviously - why else are you on our side, huh? Don't tell me you actually were looking to enroll here." Chihiro scoffed, at both her own suggestion as well as the small giggles of glee coming from behind her, "Oh, you'd look like the most charming little drag queen I'm sure." cue eye roll that mirrored Makoto's. However, when he further commented, Chihiro flinched, which in turn disturbed her concentration when Makoto broke her grip on him, "Ha! Funny, when I should be the one complaining 'cause guys like you don't even know how to share! If you have something to say about the schools' decision, bring it up to our headmaster! You think anyone would wanna even go near your gunk-filled facilities?!" Clearly anyone who wasn't herself mattered very little to Chihiro at this moment. Stuffing the monkey wrench down the right pocket of her gym shorts, Chihiro watched with a belittling smirk on her face as the blonde dusted himself off, "Oh, look how much you're hurting all your fans - now get outta here and never come back." said Chihiro at Makoto's announcement, her arms now folding at her chest. Though inwardly, she sort of agreed with him for once - she wouldn't want to be around most of these girls either. But then again, she didn't want to be around a lot of the girls at school. Most people were a waste of her time, after all. "Awww, thanks, 'cause both psycho and scary are compliments coming from the likes of you. Better psycho and scary than a useless Fukunawa Makoto, don't you think?" she smiled almost pleasantly at Makoto who was climbing up the fence and onto a tree, "Yeah, I totally agree too. Glad you can see things my way for onc- ARE YOU TRYING TO PICK A FIGHT, YOU DAMN-?!" whatever little tolerance she was trying to show demolished the moment Makoto suggested a part-time job for her. Instantly, Chihiro was up and ready to climb the fence in order to beat Makoto with her monkey wrench. However, her friends were just as fast and one of them pulled her back. Chihiro flinched, suddenly remembering that there was also a nun present. Eyes wide for a moment as she stared at the small crowd rather awkwardly, the sixteen year old's breathing slowed down considerably. Oh boy, then, her mind quickly made up. Hurry! Play dead! ... Well, 'dead'. "Kya~ Fukunawa-kun's so cruel! What a terrifying comment you just made! It was such a stab to my already wounded heart!" the redhead gasped before making a sideway fall against the fence, fake tears sparkling out of her eyes and her fluffy ponytail making a quick bounce. Classmates sweat dropped at the sight of a squirming Chihiro who then raised her right hand to her forehead as though to block out the expression on her face - which soon snapped back to a menacing one. Eyes half-closed, her vision slid over and up the tree to send a glare at Makoto. The moment they leave, Fukunawa. The MOMENT they leave. Still leaning against the fence, Chihiro's hand that was on her forehead balled into a fist as Makoto continued to speak, "It's Tanemura-kira-kira-ojousama," she said through gritted teeth, her hand slowly lowering so she could refold her arms before her chest. Looking to the rest of the females present, Chihiro suddenly gave a dazzling smile of sorts with a tilt of her head, "Go on back inside without me, girls, I'll stay awhile and make sure Fukunawa here doesn't come over again anytime soon." "Ehh? But-" "Go on," Chihiro continued to smile, "You wouldn't want to be late for the next class, would you? It's home economics and we're making cookies, remember?" ... Ha. Home Ec. How Chihiro loathed that class. Not only was she not good at anything but taking the stove apart (which wasn't a needed procedure in cooking), she couldn't even eat things like cookies incase she accidentally consumed too much sugar! What was that class for in the first place, anyway? God damn it all. Reluctantly, most of the girls began to depart - "You should get going too, sensei," - save the three girls who were sitting on the bench with Chihiro up until earlier; "We'll wait for you." they said, and Chihiro nodded with slight uncertainty. Why couldn't they just leave so she could quickly beat Fukunawa into a puddle of pulp as her last bit of triumph before gym class officially ended? But quickly, her eyebrow arched as a smirk graced her lips when a question shot to her from between the leaves, "Hahh? ... Ahh, I get it. So that's what you're here for. Gathering information on Fujioka Sayuri now, are we? Well, sorry to disappoint, but I happen to be more beautiful than her despite being psycho and scary. And what, are you interested now? Here I thought all Fukunawa's and Fujioka's were automatically be-eff-effs or something - guess you're either an exception or just a plain failure at life, aren't ya?" Smiling as her arms continued to stay at her chest, the redhead turned around and stared up at the tree, "Let's form a pact then. You come down from that tree and willingly let me kill you or take you to the headmistress, and I'll tell you something about li'l Sayuri-chan... in fact, I'll ask her out on a date for you if you're really that desperate. Fair? Hell yeah." Because Tanemura-kira-kira-ojousama's always fair.[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;] [STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #CFA6A1; letter-spacing: 1px; border-top: #CFA6A1 1px dashed;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND (★)[/style] [STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◣[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 16px; color: #DB7367; margin-right: -3px;]◢[/style]

[FUKUNAWA MAKOTO]

[atrb=style,box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #777777; width: 400px; border-radius: 20; -moz-border-radius: 20; border: 1px solid #333333; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2r4n886.jpg); padding: 20px;][atrb=border,0,btable][STYLE=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100; color: #8ab60d; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; padding: 5 30 0 0; line-height: 30px; text-align: right; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #111111;]MAKE ME A SHADOW[/style][STYLE=font-family: helvetica neue; font-weight: 100; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: right; text-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #111111; color: #999999; padding: 0 10 0 0;]IN THE SHAPE OF WONDER[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #111111; float: left; margin-right: 6px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shdaow: 1px 1px 0px #1111111; color: #888888; text-align: justify;]"Sayuri, huh?" Makoto mused for a moment. "That's a really pretty name. Kinda goes Fujioka really well." He blinked down at Chihiro and smiled. "But, you're still pretty as well, Chihiro." He nodded to himself and got back inside the tree. Now that she had said something about it, he was a bit of a failure, wasn't he? He tilted his head thinking about it as his eyes blinked absentmindedly. Not that he had a problem with being a failure so far. He had only been alive for eighteen years. If he was still a failure at age thirty then he could throw in the towel. "A pact to let you kill me." Makoto said loudly as he sat down on the tree branch and let his legs dangle. "I don't see what good your end of the bargain would be if I let you do that." He felt quite smart about analyzing the so-called deal that Chihiro had offered him. "I'm not desperate and I don't need to date her. Was just curious." He sighed and swung his feet a bit hard when he felt a tug at them. Girls. They were really quite rabid when they wanted to be. Case in point, Chihiro and also, the girls that were now trying to grab at his feet to remove his shoes as if they wanted some kind of souvenir for tormenting him. He wondered what they'd do with them anyway. Put them in a glass box for saving and showcasing? Even worse, sniffing them came to his mind and he cringed a bit. "Let's go to the mixer together, alright, Chihiro?" Makoto yelled through the tree. "You can kill me after that. How's that for a pact?" He grinned, sticking his head through the branches and leaves of the tree. "I'm harmless and you can get what you want." The blonde nodded while closing his eyes. "It'll be a pain if I have to ask someone else." He dwelled on it, looking down at her for quite a while before the bells ringing snapped his vision away. He looked through the trees to the buildings of the boys' campus. As the nun and the other girls hustled back to put their supplies away, Makoto jumped down from the tree. "So, are you gonna go with me?" He raised an eyebrow as he stared at her through the fence. It wasn't that he felt sorry for Chihiro. On the contrary, he felt that she was very capable of finding a date to take to the mixer. Assuredly, he'd be happy for her if she did find a nice guy who she had no problems with and she could boss around to her heart's content. He was the one with the problem. He was far too busy to actually take a girl out and not have her misunderstand his intentions by doing so. He didn't want some dramatic scene with tears on display if he decided to dance with another girl at the mixer, saw a girl he liked, and so on. Chihiro wouldn't be affected by that. She was far too mature in his opinion. "It'd only be right if the vice-presidents went together." Makoto closed his eyes and puffed out his chest, doing his best to looking haughty and diplomatic at the same time. WORDS. 555☆ TAGS. chihiro☆ NOTES. diplomacy... yeah☆ TEMPLATE. by KONYA☆ [/style]

[TANEMURA CHIHIRO]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EBEBEB;][STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367; margin-left: -3px;]◤[/style][STYLE=float: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 24px; line-height: 12px; color: #DB7367;margin-right: -3px;]◥[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 52px; color: #DB7367; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 36px; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 8px 0px 15px;]✖ OUTTA MY WAY[/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 300px; background-color: #DB7367; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #EBEBEB; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; padding: 3px 10px 3px 10px;]I'M GOIN' SOMEWHERE, THIS IS NOT WHERE I WANNA BE. YOU CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN TELL ME I'M WRONG, LA DEE DA, LA DEE DEE.[/style][STYLE=float: left; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; width: 110px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 20px;][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/23sdbev.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: #DB7367 5px solid;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #DB7367; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]TAGS[/style] open & fukunawa makoto. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #D48981; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]WORDS[/style] 1072. [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; background-color: #CFA6A1; padding: 4px; color: #EBEBEB; text-align: center;]NOTES[/style] ... just skip to the ending bit. ;;[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #454545; padding: 35px 20px 10px 20px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify;]     "Is that a problem? Because it sounds pretty fair to me; you're just being difficult." Chihiro retorted, the bottom of her right sneaker tapping the ground below her feet rather impatiently, "And 'my end of the bargain' is great because you are the one who's interested in Fujioka Sayuri, aren't you? You are the one who wants to know more about her so therefore, I would fill you in as I beat and then take you to the headmistress?" The chance to know more about the idiotic student council secretary and the chance to have the great Tanemura Chihiro beat him up - which guy wouldn't want that? Well, clearly, Makoto didn't. But of course he didn't. Which Fukunawa was ever reasonable, anyway? A sigh of annoyance and Chihiro rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I really don't care whether you're actually looking to date the moron, Fukunawa. The point is that you were asking questions and wanting to know things about her which could've stemmed from some sort of... I don't know, awkward admiration or whatever the hell's plaguing your mind. And quite frankly, it's pretty damn disgusting to me because it's between you and that good-for-nothing Fujioka. Honestly though, if you ever date or marry her, do the rest of us a favour and don't have babies - just imagining how many of your spawns-" the rambling came to a small pause when the blonde yelled out something to her. Chihiro blinked, "What?" her right brow arched. Well, that sure sounded awfully like... "Ha! Asking someone to a mixer when they're in their gym uniform? Very clever when it comes to the mood, Fukunawa," she let out, staring up at the boy she's coined as a foe since the day they met, "Hmmm~ so now you're just blatantly using me to get to Fujioka Sayuri, aren't ya? Good one, Fukunawa, I didn't think you'd have the brain capacity to come up with a plan like that. Or are you just 'pitying' me because for some reason, you don't think that someone's already asked me? Well, thank you for your unneeded consideration, but you're just making an assumption with nothing to back it up." ... Nevermind that Chihiro - in reality - had only failed to get a date days ago at the Hyaku gate. Hey! The idea seemed like a smart one at the time! And... and it's not her fault that most guys from that school thought of her as a freak and a mean-spirited girl (not that she wasn't). A smirk on her face, Chihiro watched as the army of females finally decided to go and put away their PE supplies. Although she herself didn't even bother to move an inch from her spot. "And do you take me for a retard, Fukunawa? Do you really think I was so stupid that I'd believe the whole 'you can kill me after that' bull? As if you wouldn't run away! Heh! Or maybe that's why you know about S & M places that're currently hiring, huh? Because you're M? What a sick fetish you have - wouldn't have expected anything less from a Fukunawa though, that's for sure!" Tsk. If only she could go to the mixer with a robot... or even a fellow female, but being the type of person who cared quite a lot about how she was viewed, Chihiro didn't exactly want to attend with one of her classmates because - surely - that would only mess up her 'public image'? And when Makoto repeated his previous invitation as he jumped down from his tree, Chihiro - on instinct - instantly pulled her monkey wrench back out, "Five foot's distance away, Fukunawa!" she snapped, but then her eyelids blinked quickly and she drew in a breath, "... Let me check my schedule first," she said snootily and rather pretentiously, but flinched when she felt a sudden movement from her back, where a robot parrot flew out from its hiding spot in her cotton candy-like hair. "Schedule on the Day of the Mixer, Chihiro-san?" asked the parrot as it landed on the top of the fence. "Shut up and go back to sleep, parrot!" "Loading, Chihiro-san's Schedule for the Coming Week. Starting from, Today." "I thought you said the 'day of'!?" "4:40 pm, finally back inside the comfort of the Tanemura Home. Time to celebrate by taking off the School Uniform and walking around the House in nothing but Underwear." "Didn't I tell you to shut up-!?" "5:10 pm, Pudding and every other Snack imaginable located after rummaging through the Refrigerator. Take Snacks back to Bedroom and begin a Star Wars Marathon." "... I'm warning you, parrot..." "8:20 pm, wake up after falling asleep through the Star Wars Marathon. Try to locate Aniki and tell him you're Hungry. Again. Return to Bedroom, turn off the TV, and begin on Today's Homework while Trolling 4chan-" There was a sudden loud crash when Chihiro - after climbing up the fence - snatched the robot from the top railing and then threw it at the tree Makoto was occupying only moments before. "I~ warned ya~!" Chihiro giggled, sparkling as she beamed at the robot that had clearly 'lost consciousness'. With a huff, the redhead climbed back down the fence, "And we will go together then, if that's what you think should happen," said Chihiro, twirling her monkey wrench with one hand as she remained smiling, even when she was talking to the Fukunawa, "But under one condition," a small pause, and Chihiro's eyes opened. "You have to go in a dress, and with makeup on." she announced, clearly, pompously, even despite the very obvious mischievousness that underlined her tone, "Of course, I will do the same, so you'll be the only one crossdressing. And when I say 'dress,' Makoto-chan, I actually mean a full blown gown. Preferably baby pink. You can afford that much can't you, rich bastard that you are?" an eyebrow arched, Chihiro nonchalantly began to put away her wrench before folding her arms at her chest and raising her chin rather arrogantly. "The call is yours obviously, but you do realize, too, that it's the vice presidents' responsibility to make a mixer as entertaining as possible, no?" she questioned, eyes rolling to their corners to look at Makoto, "Give me a reason to see you as a worthy opponent of mine, Fukunawa." ... By running around in drag, yes.[/style]

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