Haruka's Fanfiction

This story is not canon. It’s based in one of my wife’s and my RPG worlds. For more info, go here: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/sakuracourt/profile


Sakura Court – Part 2

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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“Yasuka? YASUKA!”

I rolled over in my comfy bed and tried to ignore the banshee shriek of my mother’s voice as she came up the stairs. I had been up too late the night before at a party, and had gotten caught coming in, so that’s how she sounded to me, and I wasn’t ready to get up yet.

“Saejima Yasuka!” the voice was in my doorway now. “There is no way you’re missing school today after staying out until three a.m., and before you leave, we’re going to talk!”

“Oh, Kaasan, please,” I groaned, pulling the covers over my head.

I heard her approach and next thing I knew, the warm covers had been yanked down again. “I mean it, Yasuka, now!”

I sat up and pushed back my long hair. “Okay, I’m awake,” I said, but didn’t really mean it.

“Where were you last night?” she asked, sitting down beside me.

“At a party,” I answered. “One of my co-stars threw it – I had to go.”

“When we asked you where you were going last night, you told us that you were going over to the Gekiranger house to returned some class notes to Ken.” She glared at me. “You never said anything about a party, especially not one that would keep you out until three a.m.!”

I gave her a sheepish look. “If I had, you’d have said no.”

She looked exasperated. “Yasuka, this has to stop. You stay out too late, you don’t tell us the truth, you cut school, and I’ve heard some pretty frightening things about your …,” she pursed her lips, searching for the right words, “love life,” she concluded and took hold of my bicep. “You’re going to school today, but before that, some punishment is in order.”

My mother is a beautiful, feminine woman, but she’s strong as an ox and just as stubborn. When she hauls you over her lap and pulls your pajama bottoms down, you know there’s going to be pain.

And there was. But I handled it with grace and dignity.

“Kaasan –OW! Please, stop, I –OW! I won’t do it – OUCH! Again, I promise –OWWW! KAASAAAAN!”

This went on way too long before she let me get dressed again, sniffling and rubbing my poor butt. Since I obviously wasn’t miserable enough, she launched into The Speech.

“You’re the eldest, Yasuka, we expect you to be a good example to Kazuma and Rei. How can we expect responsible behaviour from your little brothers if they see you behaving so wildly?” She sighed and pulled my head forward to lay a kiss atop it, then headed for the door. “Get dressed and come down for breakfast.”

Subdued, I did as she told me. I was hungry, anyway, even if I didn’t feel much like socializing with my family or going to school.

When I reached the breakfast table, Tousan and Rei were already seated. My younger brother didn’t look too happy about that, and was shifting around in his seat, grimacing. I hadn’t been the only victim of parental justice that morning, and wondered if it had to do with whatever they’d been arguing about when I’d come in the previous night.

“Hey, Rei,” I said, easing myself into a chair and wincing, “you look like I feel.”

“I made the mistake of taking the initiative in my career as a Makai Knight,” he said with a rueful look, “I got my Madou Horse ahead of schedule.”

“But that’s good!”

“He did it on his own,” my father said grimly, “by sneaking out and lying about what he was doing.”

“Oh. That’s bad,” my response was purely for the parental ears, but I gave Rei a private smile so he would know I was proud of him. He grinned back.

“I hope you managed to finish your homework before going out partying all night.” Kaasan tapped me on the head as she passed by. “If I get another call from your Principal, we may have to consider cutting back on your acting roles.”

I hadn’t finished the homework, but figured I’d be able to work on the last bits of it in the minutes before first bell. “Don’t worry, Kaasan,” I assured her.

“Kazuma!” she called up the stairs. “Hurry up or you’ll be late!”

“Coming!” he yelled back. Kazuma almost never made it to breakfast on time. It took too long for him to put his make-up on in such a way that he wouldn’t get told to wash it all off before leaving the house.

To say that having Rei, a Makai Knight, actor/singer, and the heartthrob of the neighborhood, for a brother was an interesting experience is just half of it; Kazuma has to go that extra step further in being out of the ordinary. He was an actor, too – in fact, we figure it was one of his acting jobs that warped his mind. He and Rei once co-starred in a show that had pretty boys dressing up like girls. Like a good actor, Rei took it with humour, had fun with it while it lasted, and moved on to his next job. We’re not sure what happened with Kazuma, but ever since that show, he’s given up acting, started a band and taken on a Gothic Lolita style of clothing; lacy dresses, chunky shoes, ribbons, make-up. It was like having a little sister instead of a brother. His bandmates aren’t much better, and a couple of them kind of creeped me out. Especially the one that had a crush on me.

When Kazuma finally came into the room, he was in his school uniform and not a dress, but as I suspected, his make-up had been carefully applied and he looked cute, even if he did go a little too heavy on the mascara. His hair was pulled into two bouncy ponytails on either side of his head. My father took one look at him and shook his head, swallowing a big mouthful of coffee as if he wished it had bourbon in it.

“Good morning,” Kazuma said, pausing as he noticed Rei and I squirming uncomfortably in our chairs. “I hope that isn’t catching,” he murmured as he sat down.

“It could be if you get sent home for the make-up and hair again,” Kaasan told him, putting a plate in front of him.

“If they say anything, I’ll wash my face and take the hair down.” He shrugged. Kazuma was used to dealing with issues like these. It’s the chance you take for deliberately looking like a weirdo.

We were almost finished with breakfast when the doorbell rang. I was already half-way out of the room and headed to answer it. “I’ll get it!” I said. “It’s probably Ken or Gou –“

But it wasn’t. It was Kazuma’s bandmate, Tendo.

“Yasuka-san,” he said in the utterly flat tone that made everything he said sound as deadpan as he looked.

“Hi Tendo,” I replied, standing aside to let him in. “Kazuma will be ready in a minute.”

“Thank you.”

Tendo is a kid of few words, so how did I know he had a crush on me? Kazuma told me. I wondered, though, how the heck HE had found out, since I didn’t think this guy talked much more with his friends than with me. I smirked a little, looking at his face. “Aren’t you worried that you’ll get sent home, looking like that?”

If Kazuma went a little heavy on mascara, it had to be said that Tendo went even further with his eye make-up. In fact, he had a habit of smudging it all around his eyes in big circles that made him look to me like he’d been given twin shiners or hadn’t slept once in his entire life. I shook his head at him. “The teachers will never let you into class looking like that, Tendo.”

“But I’ll reach class looking like this,” he answered in that monotone. “That’s enough.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. See you later.” I grabbed my books and got my shoes on.

“I’m sorry you got spanked.”

I looked up, startled. “Kazuma told you?” I said, even though I knew he hadn’t had a chance.

“I can tell.”

I wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or grateful, since he’d given me fair warning that unless I wanted everyone at school to know, I’d have to work at hiding the fact. Since I couldn’t decide, I called out a hasty goodbye to my family and left quickly. I’d had enough of my brother’s freaky friend for one morning.

Yasuka

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End of Part 2

(2008)

No characters here are mine. Celebrities here are for fictional purposes only and none of the events within ever happened.

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