Post by TheRealistCrow on Mar 31, 2016 12:17:35 GMT -6
The first sound that I could hear as I regain consciousness was the beeping of an annoying alarm clock as I swiftly brought my covers over my head to muffle the sound. Even doing that didn’t let me fall back to sleep, so I just ended up reaching towards the snooze button and using the only ounce of effort I had left to press it before my hand fell down to the side of my bed. As I let out an annoyed sigh, I used my other hand to pull the covers off my head, my opened eyes meeting the beam of light coming from the window ahead of me.
"GAH! Damn it!" I exclaimed in a soft voice as I covered my eyes and turned away. Why the hell did I put my bed in this position? Even though I couldn't have known which direction the sun would shine in through the glass, I should have been at least safe than sorry. Though, I really don't wanna move my bed right now, and it's very low on my list of priorities to do this morning, so I digress.
I slowly got out of bed, yawning and stretching before grabbing my clothes and going into the bathroom. As I took a shower, I thought about that dream with the darkness and the gun. What exactly was that and why did it seem so real to me? Plus, why would I call someone 'Blank'.
"It makes no se- UWA!" I was saying to myself before the sound of the alarm frightened me and made me slip onto the floor of the shower, getting a face full of hot water. I am really beginning to hate this new alarm clock. I'd rather just use my phone again. 'Since you're sometimes late to school, me and your father insists that you use this alarm clock for your first day of school here and onward to graduation!' is what my mom ordered me to do. If it wasn't for the fact that she'll scold me if I threw the clock out in the trash, it'd be heading to the dumps by now.
Anyway, after drying myself off and turning the alarm switch off on the clock, I grab my uniform and inspect it. It was just your normal Japanese school uniform for guys: White shirt, blank trousers, and a black overcoat with red trimmings. It was very nice compared to my uniform from my last school. I mean, mixing green with blue trimmings? Whoever thought of that should be repeatedly stabbed by their ex, have his head cut off by his current lover, and shipped out to sea with her on a nice boat! Yes...it was that bad.
Getting back on topic, after putting it on, it felt quite nice to wear and wasn't tight in any places, so the size I asked for was about right. The last thing I wanted to do is come to school with small clothes on...or worse, with big clothes on. That would be bad on so many levels, plus it'd feel like hell. I decided to look in the mirror to check for anything on my face around my grey eyes or my brown-ish black hair, but find nothing
"Good to go.”
I, now, looked at the evil clock that has ruined my morning and saw that I was on the verge of maybe being late to class if I didn't hurry, so I ran out of my room and down the stairs in record speed that even Sonic wouldn't be able to match and made it to the door.
Before I even get a chance to put on my shoes and lunge out the door in a sprint, 'the usual' stepped right in front of me with a plate of toast and a smile that could make the toughest guy's heart go 'Doki Doki'.
"Morning, Onee-chan!"
"ONII-chan. I'm not a girl, imouto." I proclaimed to her for the 100th time. That's not an exaggeration; I counted that up in my head, so don't think I've being hypercritical about it.
"Sorry, Onii-chan. Anyway, it seems like you're gonna be late and not have time for breakfast, so I just made you toast. Here you go." She told me, pushing the plate towards my face. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to get out of this, so I just took the bread and put it in my mouth.
She gave a bigger smile and stepped out of the way. "Now, go and have a nice day." She said, pointing her hands to the door as if she's directing traffic after a street light goes down. I just went out the door and turned to the left out of the small gate and out of view of my sister.
Kiyo, my little sister and the prime example of what would happen if you brought sister clichés to life. Adorable, nice smile, and relies on her big bro for a lot of things. She's the perfect sister...and, really, I think she could be a good butler. Could she be a 'damn good' butler, I probably will never know.
Now, I know what you're thinking: A girl running out of the house with toast in her mouth, going all the way to the school just to bump into the guy. Then, we'll begin to like each other over a 12-episode radius where, in the final episode, I confess my love and start dating. However...I'm actually breaking this rule. How exactly? Because...I'm a guy. To be precise, I'm a guy who looks like and very much sound very feminine to the point that I could cosplay a girl and nobody would know. Interested? Your answer should be no, given the fact this story just started.
"GAH! Damn it!" I exclaimed in a soft voice as I covered my eyes and turned away. Why the hell did I put my bed in this position? Even though I couldn't have known which direction the sun would shine in through the glass, I should have been at least safe than sorry. Though, I really don't wanna move my bed right now, and it's very low on my list of priorities to do this morning, so I digress.
I slowly got out of bed, yawning and stretching before grabbing my clothes and going into the bathroom. As I took a shower, I thought about that dream with the darkness and the gun. What exactly was that and why did it seem so real to me? Plus, why would I call someone 'Blank'.
"It makes no se- UWA!" I was saying to myself before the sound of the alarm frightened me and made me slip onto the floor of the shower, getting a face full of hot water. I am really beginning to hate this new alarm clock. I'd rather just use my phone again. 'Since you're sometimes late to school, me and your father insists that you use this alarm clock for your first day of school here and onward to graduation!' is what my mom ordered me to do. If it wasn't for the fact that she'll scold me if I threw the clock out in the trash, it'd be heading to the dumps by now.
Anyway, after drying myself off and turning the alarm switch off on the clock, I grab my uniform and inspect it. It was just your normal Japanese school uniform for guys: White shirt, blank trousers, and a black overcoat with red trimmings. It was very nice compared to my uniform from my last school. I mean, mixing green with blue trimmings? Whoever thought of that should be repeatedly stabbed by their ex, have his head cut off by his current lover, and shipped out to sea with her on a nice boat! Yes...it was that bad.
Getting back on topic, after putting it on, it felt quite nice to wear and wasn't tight in any places, so the size I asked for was about right. The last thing I wanted to do is come to school with small clothes on...or worse, with big clothes on. That would be bad on so many levels, plus it'd feel like hell. I decided to look in the mirror to check for anything on my face around my grey eyes or my brown-ish black hair, but find nothing
"Good to go.”
I, now, looked at the evil clock that has ruined my morning and saw that I was on the verge of maybe being late to class if I didn't hurry, so I ran out of my room and down the stairs in record speed that even Sonic wouldn't be able to match and made it to the door.
Before I even get a chance to put on my shoes and lunge out the door in a sprint, 'the usual' stepped right in front of me with a plate of toast and a smile that could make the toughest guy's heart go 'Doki Doki'.
"Morning, Onee-chan!"
"ONII-chan. I'm not a girl, imouto." I proclaimed to her for the 100th time. That's not an exaggeration; I counted that up in my head, so don't think I've being hypercritical about it.
"Sorry, Onii-chan. Anyway, it seems like you're gonna be late and not have time for breakfast, so I just made you toast. Here you go." She told me, pushing the plate towards my face. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to get out of this, so I just took the bread and put it in my mouth.
She gave a bigger smile and stepped out of the way. "Now, go and have a nice day." She said, pointing her hands to the door as if she's directing traffic after a street light goes down. I just went out the door and turned to the left out of the small gate and out of view of my sister.
Kiyo, my little sister and the prime example of what would happen if you brought sister clichés to life. Adorable, nice smile, and relies on her big bro for a lot of things. She's the perfect sister...and, really, I think she could be a good butler. Could she be a 'damn good' butler, I probably will never know.
Now, I know what you're thinking: A girl running out of the house with toast in her mouth, going all the way to the school just to bump into the guy. Then, we'll begin to like each other over a 12-episode radius where, in the final episode, I confess my love and start dating. However...I'm actually breaking this rule. How exactly? Because...I'm a guy. To be precise, I'm a guy who looks like and very much sound very feminine to the point that I could cosplay a girl and nobody would know. Interested? Your answer should be no, given the fact this story just started.