Friday
Narrator: It's a fine Friday lunchtime at Matsumoto Academy, and the girl's baseball team - including Yoshiro - is practicing. In the spirit of learning more about his bandmates, Kazuhiko has decided to attend and watch Yoshi play.
Yoshi: *Is pitching*
Fanboy 1: *To a newcomer* That's Maki on third... isn't she hot?
Kazuhiko: *sitting in the bleachers and watching, absent-mindedly tapping his fingers to the beat of one of the songs they practiced yesterday*
Kazuhiko: *winces at the fanboy*
Yoshi: *Is striking out the current girl*
Fanboy 2: *Starry-eyed* That's Arison in left field... She's my dream girl...
Fanboy 3: I dunno... Yoshiro's so energetic and sweet and she plays guitar - if only her chest was a little bigger... *dreamy-eyed, makes curvy motions with his hands*
Kazuhiko: !.!
Fanboy 2: *Rolls his eyes* That'll happen in about a million years. Thats the main reason I don't like her. Ya gotta have curves, man.
Kazuhiko: *speaking up* Who cares about curves? Personality is what should count.
Fanboy 2: Personality? Yoshiro? She's just a kid, mentally. Yet another turn-off.
Fanboy 3: Hey! She's really cute!
Yoshi: *Strikes the girl out, grins at the next one and prepares a curveball*
Fanboy 3: See what I mean?
Kazuhiko: *watches*
Fanboy 2: Arison's still cuter, even if she is American. She has blonde hair!
Fanboy 3: So what? Yoshi's hair is so adorable and it fits her perfectly!
Yoshi: *Gives a speedball, almost hits the girl* Oh! Oh no!
Kazuhiko: *watchwatch*
Yoshi: *Rushes over to the girl, who ducked and tripped* Are you okay, Mari-chan?
Fanboy 3: And she's sweet! And cares about others!
Fanboy 2: *Shrugs* Arison has some grit.
Yoshi: *Calls another girl over to take Mari to the nurse*
Kazuhiko: Oh, for the love of Mozart. Why are you arguing? You both have different tastes in girls, that's all. It doesn't make either one of you right or wrong.
Fanboy 2: *Has never thought of that before, arguing about girls is his favorite pasttime*
Fanboy 3: Oh...
Coach: Okay, everyone! That's enough for today! Go eat your lunches!
Yoshi: *Pulls off her mitt and the hairband to keep her hair out of her face, shakes it out and gets a towel. Notices Kazuhiko and waves, smiling*
Kazuhiko: *waves back, just a little*
Fanboy 3: O.O You know Yoshi?
Yoshi: *Grabs her bag, comes over* Hey Kazu!
Kazuhiko: Hey, Yoshi.
Yoshi: n_n How's life treatin' ya since last night?
Kazuhiko: Oh, just fine. I went back and refined some of the scores, but nothing major - mostly just straightening out my part.
Fanboy 3: *awestruck*
Yoshi: Great! Are we practicing tonight?
Fanboy 2: *Also kind of awestruck, for all his talk thinks Yoshi is kinda cute too*
Kazuhiko: Sure hope so. Haven't checked with the others yet, though.
Kazuhiko: Say, Yoshi, I'd like you to meet - uh... *turns to fanboy 3* What'd you say your name was again?
Yoshi: ?.?
Fanboy 3: Uh - uh - Kin'ichi.
Kazuhiko: Yes. Meet Kin'ichi. He's a big fan of yours.
Kin’ichi: oO.Oo!!!
Yoshi: Oh, well than you can tell I'm obviously off my game today. Sorry for disappointing you so much. I might have hurt someone! We're just lucky Mari's okay. *Has no idea he means Kin'ichi likes her*
Kin’ichi: H-h-h-hai...
Yoshi: Anyway, there's not too much of lunch left. Come watch me eat, okay Kazu?
Yoshi: We can talk about the songs we did.
Kazuhiko: Yeah. And check with the others about practice.
Yoshi: Great! *Runs to grab her obento*
Kazuhiko: *follows, thinking*
Yoshi: *Flops down onto her stomach underneath a tree and takes a deep breath* Ah... Shade is nice...
Kazuhiko: *sits down next to her* Yeah...
Kazuhiko: You're pretty good at baseball...
Yoshi: *Laughs, rolling onto her back and staring up through the leaves* If by good you mean almost killing someone, I guess so.
Kazuhiko: Well, not that part. In general, though. You seemed pretty good. *doesn't know much about sports*
Yoshi: Well, thanks. I could never equal you in music, so I guess we both have some area of expertise.
Kazuhiko: If we were all alike, how boring it would be. Some famous gaijin said that...
Yoshi: Yeah, sounds familiar...
Kazuhiko: *leans back against the tree, closes eyes* It's really a nice day...
Yoshi: *Rolls over again so her head is resting on his feet, reaches for her obento* Yup.
Kazuhiko: ^.^
Yoshi: *Mumbles as she's eating* I hope you're not uncomfortable or anything. I tend to touch people a lot in general. My mother's made me a very clingy person.
Kazuhiko: Oh, no. 'S no big deal.
Yoshi: Kay... Your feet aren't as boney as my dad's.
Yoshi: He uses me as a foot-warmer sometimes, so he doesn't have to sit at the table.
Kazuhiko: ^.^ Thanks.
Kazuhiko: That's a bit....
Yoshi: Strange? Well, he did name me Yoshiro. He's kind of funny that way.
Kazuhiko: Sou ka na...
Yoshi: *Lazily, her eyes closed* He's always been kind of funny, 'cause he's an "artiste"...
Kazuhiko: An "artiste"?
Yoshi: That's what he says. He paints for a living.
Yoshi: He's kinda famous, so he says, but I wouldn't know...
Kazuhiko: Oh. That's an interesting career... I can't say I recognize the name, but then my area really is music, not art.
Yoshi: Yeah... I mean, Kiyozuka is a very unusual name, but since it's not mine, no one's ever asked "Hey, is your dad that famous painter, Kiyozuka"?
Kazuhiko: Oh, I see...
Yoshi: Yeah. He says my name is the same as my mother's for "our protection". Ha.
Kazuhiko: Your "protection"? ~.-
Yoshi: Like, so no one tries to kidnap us or something. Of course, he's not that famous.
Yoshi: *Smiles* Still, he's not such a bad guy. A little weird, but overall nice.
Kazuhiko: Does your father make that much money as an "artiste"? I always thought they were starving...
Yoshi: He makes enough to pay the bills and buy us nice things. My mother works part time to pay for food, and that's about it.
Kazuhiko: Ah...
Kazuhiko: *relaxes against the tree*
Yoshi: *Mostly to herself* Not like we eat a whole lot anyway, of course...
Kazuhiko: ?.?
Yoshi: *Sees his look* Just my family. We're all, like anorexic by nature.
Kazuhiko: Oh... That's a little odd, I guess...
Yoshi: I dunno. It's not like we just never eat, it's just we kinda just eat enough, you know? I mean, usually I eat the most, 'cause I'm always burning the fat with my sports and activities.
Kazuhiko: Okay. That's pretty good, actually; lots of people eat too much.
Yoshi: *Plays with his shoelaces* Yup. That's never been a problem for me, really. And I'm babbling, so feel free to change the subject or something.
Kazuhiko: Uh...
Bell: *rings like there's no tomorrow*
Kazuhiko: *saved from making conversation* Ah... well... Gotta go, I guess...
Yoshi: *Jumps straight up from a lying down position* Ooh! I gotta change! I hope coach'll write me a pass... Okay, I'll see you! *Waves, then sprints towards the girl's locker room, clutching her towel and empty obento*
Kazuhiko: Bye...
Kazuhiko: *wanders off towards his next class, thinking*
Narrator: Fade Out.
Narrator: It's Friday after school, and Daisuke's mother has sent Tohru on an errand. Unfortunately, Daisuke's older brother has forced Daisuke to help him wash the car, so she's alone. She's hurrying so she can get back to her hunny.
Tohru: *Has the milk and flour required for cookies, is hurrying back to the house*
Icky Guy 1: *is hanging in an alley with some buds, spots Tohru* Hey there, babe. Wanna drink tea with us?
Icky Guys: *find this hilarious, snicker*
Icky Guy 1: Hey, BABE! You hear me?
Icky Guy 1: *starts following Tohru*
Tohru: *Doesn't bother to look at them, hurries onward*
Icky Guy 1: Hey, I was talkin' to YOU, bitch! *follows her*
Tohru: !.! *Tries to hurry more without looking like she's hurrying*
Icky Guy 2: *is following also* Hey, wait up!
Tohru: *Is NOT waiting, breaks into a run*
Icky Guy 1: *mananges to catch up, at least close enough to make a grab for Tohru's arm* Hey, I was TALKIN to you.
Tohru: *Dodges, runs away faster, dropping the milk and flour to lighten her load*
Icky Guy 1: *gives up, wanders back to alley - but not forgetting Tohru's face*
Tohru: *Sprints the rest of the way back to the house, afraid they're at her heels but not wasting energy to look back, opens door, slams it behind her and collapses on the floor wheezing*
Daisuke: *having finished up with the car, is inside in the kitchen having some soda; hears the door slam and appears* Tohru-kun? What's up?
Tohru: *Breathing too hard to answer clearly* Guys... street... running...
Daisuke: !.! *helps Tohru up* Come on, let's get you something to drink... *worryworryworry*
Tohru: *Leans on him heavily, but is getting her breathe back* Drink... good...
Daisuke: *leads her to the kitchen and pours her a glass of lemonade* Yeah, liquid good...
Daisuke: Now, take some more breaths, and tell me just what happened.
Tohru: *Takes a few minutes of sipping and catching her breath* I was walking back... with the stuff... and a couple of guys... chased me... I guess they gave up... But I didn't want to... take the chance...
Daisuke: !.!
Daisuke: Oh, gods... Tohru-kun, I'm sorry...
Tohru: It's not your fault...
Tohru: *Clinging to him like moss* You didn't know they'd be there or anything...
Daisuke: *hugs, carefully, as if she might break* But I should've - I should've gone with you or something...
College Bro: *Comes in covered in soap* Yo, come and let's finish this bi- *Sees them* What happened?
Daisuke: Uh...
Tohru: *Is shaking* I... just got chased home...
Daisuke: Neep... *feels worse about it every time he thinks about it*
Bro: Whoa! Are you okay? Who were they? Can I kill them for ya?
Daisuke: NO! My job!
Bro: *Recoils* Okay, okay... I'll just carry the clubs for you.
Bro: You can do the actual bludgeoning.
Daisuke: DAMN RIGHT.
Tohru: *Looks panicked* You can't do that, Daisuke! There were a lot of them, and they were really big...!
Daisuke: So?
Tohru: Oh, promise me you won't go after them... I don't want them to hurt you... *Buries her face in his neck and whispers* I couldn't bear it if they did something to you...
Daisuke: *holds her* Ssssh... Tohru-kun, they couldn't touch me, I'd whip their pasty asses...
Tohru: Please promise me...
Daisuke: Jeez, Tohru-kun...
Tohru: At least while they're all together?
Daisuke: Okay. I promise to hunt them down singly and whip their pasty asses.
Tohru: *Looks up at him and smiles, a true smile, not her usual smirk* Okay...
Daisuke: *smiles back at her* Wanna help me and 'Niichan finish the car?
Bro: *Has made himself invisible, grabbing a Coke, checking the phone for messages, that kind of thing, looks up* Yeah, someone light we can hoist up to wash the roof'd be nice.
Tohru: *Glares at college-niichan* I'm wearing a skirt, you pervert!
Daisuke: Ooh...
Tohru: Hmph. If you won't treat me like a lady, I'll go up and lock the door of my room and stay there 'til the performance!
Daisuke: ;.;!!!! No, Tohru-kun, I was kidding, and so was 'Niichan? WEREN'T YOU, 'Niichan?
Bro: Actually- *Sees Daisuke's look, fears for his life, changes his mind* Yes. Absolutely.
Daisuke: Right. Right. See, we were just teasin' ya, Tohru-kun...
Tohru: Then I'll go get some pants and come with you.
Daisuke: n_n Right-o.
Tohru: *Goes off to change*
Daisuke: *prepares to do battle with the car again*
Bro: *Heads out, is dripping suds on the kitchen floor*
Tohru: *Jumps on Daisuke from behind* READY!
Daisuke: Gwah! *falls over*
Tohru: ^___^ *Sits on his back* Miss me?
Daisuke: Always, lord and master...
Tohru: Good. *Gets up and gives him a kiss, then heads outside*
Daisuke: n_nv Score! *follows*
Narrator: Fade Out.
Credits:
Narrator: ShirouHokuto
Yoshi: KisekinoTenshi
Fanboy 1: KisekinoTenshi
Kazuhiko: ShirouHokuto
Fanboy 2: KisekinoTenshi
Fanboy 3 (Kin’ichi): ShirouHokuto
Coach: KisekinoTenshi
Bell: ShirouHokuto
Tohru: KisekinoTenshi
Icky Guys: ShirouHokuto
Daisuke: ShirouHokuto
Daisuke’s Bro: KisekinoTenshi
