A story about four girls, an unfortunate incident
and some concert tickets and the strains placed upon them.
...Random usage of some Japanese...
Setting in Tokyo, Japan.
Chapter Three
By lunchtime, this anger had switched to a different target. The trio of Yochino Misaki, Sawanoguchi Hitomi and Ainoura Ami sat beneath the big cherry blossom tree besides the playing fields eating their lunches. Hitomi was extra happy, receiving Misaki’s Pocky as a sort of thanks. Ami had groaned before tucking into her own onigiri, clever plan of Misaki’s to get Hitomi on a sugar-high happiness too. Two hyperactive Misaki’s would be too much. Her lunch was then interrupted by a ball thrown smartly at their tree.
‘Yochino-chan’ Ryoko pointed at Misaki from the playing fields. Misaki looked up at the ponytailed girl
‘Hai’ she smiled sweetly taking a bite from a piece of sushi.
‘Don’t you think I deserve those sweets’ Ryoko called out menacingly.
‘Go away’ Ami yelled back bored and throwing the ball back.
'No. I haven’t even had an apology yet’ Ryoko kicked the football straight back crashing into Ami’s lunch.
'Hey' Ami yelled. She rose to her feet fists clenched. ‘She did’
‘I got hurt bad. And this skirt got frayed.’ Ryoko spun round indicating a tiny tear on one of the navy blue pleats.
‘I’m sorry Ryoko-chan’ Misaki called out ‘Would sushi do?’ she offered out her chopsticks.
‘No’ Ryoko cried shaking her head. Then she crossed her arms and a sly smile crept across her face
‘Actually as a sorry I want to see Laruku’
Ami knew what she meant and stared at her in amazement.
‘Nani!!!’ she practically screamed. ‘How did you get from Pocky to Laruku so quickly?’ Ami wondered at Ryoko.
‘Ano…Ami-chan’ Hitomi cautioned. She was fully aware of the silence that had fallen around them and numerous eyes on their argument, or more particularly Ami’s voice. Not that Hitomi wasn’t annoyed herself, but being Hitomi she stayed away from confrontation and instead gazed up through the branches of the overhanging Sakura tree quietly munching on a Pocky.
Ryoko, meanwhile had walked closer, fists balled and eyes staring. The infuriated blonde mirrored her and Misaki swore she could almost see little blue sparks fly between them. Hitomi frowned but remained quiet, casting worried glances at the feisty girls.
‘I want that ticket’ Ryoko muttered through gritted teeth
‘Don’t be so stupid. Baka.’ Ami countered with an insult.
They stood, perfect mirror images of each other bristling with their furies.
Eventually, after what had seemed an age, Hitomi conceded defeat. Solemnly she packed her lunch remainders gesturing to Misaki.
‘Come on’ she murmured to the wide-eyed brunette. ‘It isn’t really worth it and Ryoko could get nasty in a moment’
Misaki stared up at her friend, then with a little nod proceeded to tidy up the remains of her own lunch, stacking the little boxes neatly upon each other. Then, tightening the white scarf around her neck she silently stood up and followed Hitomi down the grassy ridge.
‘Oi Ami’ Hitomi called, her voice had a stern tone to it which made Ami’s head turn immediately. Her eyes blazed with her anger and her teeth ground together. She was met by a fixed penetrating stare from Hitomi who stood arms crossed off to her side. Misaki was in the middle, between tree and Hitomi with a look of forlorn wonderment in her eyes as she glanced separately at all three girls.
‘Iku..zo’ Hitomi called then turned to walk away to the crowded playground.
‘Demo…’ Ami began, but only Misaki was left. Ami sighed and shook her head making to join Misaki. It was the right thing to do, she thought as the two caught up with Hitomi.
Ryoko wasn’t finished. Her anger had now only been made worse by Hitomi’s cool defiance. Casting one look over her shoulder to the trio she called out to Ami
‘This isn’t over Ainoura’.
Hitomi shook her head sadly. ‘Don’t react Ami’ she muttered
‘Whatever’ Ami shrugged. She had returned at least to her usual sullenness.
‘Still..’ she mused once more at the tall cherry-red head who had now disappeared from view in the opposite direction.