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 3

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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“Remember, everybody!” Naoya called out to all of us. “I’m coming by the school at noon to pick you up!”

“Yes, Leader!” Nisshi saluted and Shuuta and I snickered. Naoya had already reminded us about our rehearsal three times since we got up.

At least he had a sense of humour about it. Our eldest brother/guardian/band leader smiled and laughed at himself. “Okay, okay, I get it. You’ll be ready, I know.”

“As far as I’m concerned, we can start right now,” Shuuta remarked, doing a handstand on the back of the couch.

“Shuuta, stop that!” Naoya told him. Our best dancer/acrobat dropped down with a mischievous grin. He knew he wouldn’t have fallen – he could have done it one-handed.

Nisshi began singing to himself as he gathered his books. He, Naoya, and Misako are our three main singers, but all of us can sing and are kick-ass dancers. That’s what our band, AAA, is all about – Attack All Around. Everyone has multiple talents. My personal specialty is rap – a skill my best friend, Saejima Rei, and I shared.

Speaking of Rei, I kept checking for him out the window in hopes of catching a ride to school on his motorcycle. I loved the feeling of riding the bike, and it beat going in our crowded van.

“Where are Chiaki and Shinjiro?” Naoya asked suddenly. “It’s getting late. Mitsu, go check on them, will you?”

Reluctantly, I turned away from the window. If I missed a ride with Rei because of my two youngest siblings, I was going to be peeved.

I never got the chance to check, though, because at that moment, my older sister, Misako, ran down looking panicky.

“Guys, you’d better come upstairs!” she said. “Chiaki and Shinjiro are arguing and any minute they might –“

A loud thump from above accompanied by a shout told us it was too late and we all ran for the stairs as one.

Sure enough, we got upstairs and there were Shinjiro and Chiaki wrestling, pulling hair, slapping – basically expressing displeasure with each other in their usual way. We quickly took our usual battle stations to haul them off one another.

And people thought that fight scene in our ‘Hurricane Lily, Boston Mary’ video was staged. Yeah, right. The only difference between that and home was then a camera was running.

“Okay, that’s enough, stop it!” Naoya ordered as he and Nisshi struggled to hold Chiaki back. She’s a tiny little thing, but a real wildcat when she’s riled. Shuuta and I were restraining Shinjiro, who is also shorter than both of us, but was putting up a good fight.

“I MEAN it, you two!” Naoya finally shouted and gave Chiaki a swat on the butt. She yipped in surprise and cried, “Ow, Naoya!” but he was busy yanking Shinjiro around and planting one on his butt, too. Shuuta, Nisshi, and I backed off quickly in case we got caught in the crossfire.

“Now what’s it all about this time?” Our eldest brother asked, looking between the two of them.

“You know what she did to me?!” Shinjiro exclaimed, waving something in front of Naoya. “She stuck THIS to my forehead while I was sleeping!”

“What’s that?” Nisshi asked, peering at it curiously.

Misako laughed. “It’s a maxi pad!”

“YAAAHH!” We guys all jumped back and even Shinjiro dropped the … thing … and moved quickly away from it. The girls both laughed harder at us.

“Honestly!” Misako exclaimed through her giggles. “It’s perfectly clean! You’re all being silly!”

“Chiaki,” Naoya said, his hand on his chest, “PLEASE don’t fool around with those things.”

“Hey, he did it first!” she accused. “I was only getting him back for when he opened the whole pack and stuck them all over my bedroom window so the world could see!”

“I only did THAT because you put one in my school bookbag and it fell out in the middle of the boys’ locker room!”

“I don’t know how you could touch that,” Shuuta shuddered as he looked at our youngest brother.

“Sometimes sacrifice is necessary for revenge,” Shinjiro told him.

“And sometimes punishment is necessary for revenge, too,” Naoya warned. “I don’t want there to be anymore follow-up tricks from either of you, is that understood? Otherwise you’ll be standing up at the next recording session.”

“We stand up when we record, anyway,” Nisshi pointed out helpfully and received a dangerous look from our big brother.

“You KNOW what I mean,” he said. “No more of this!”

Chiaki and Shinjiro both nodded silently. We all knew it wouldn’t be the last time they tried to tear each other a new one, but we also knew that if anyone else ever made a move against one or the other, they’d go ballistic on them. They were fiercely loyal to each other in the face of outside threats.

The doorbell rang downstairs. “I’ll get it,” I said, happy to get away from the girl-stuff that was still laying on the floor.

I was surprised to find my best friend on the front step. “Rei, hey, good morning, come in.”

Even in our crappy school uniform, Rei managed to look great, which is just one reason the whole neighborhood loves him. I suppose I should count myself lucky that he chose me for his buddy.

“Where is everyone?” he asked.

“Upstairs,” I told him. “Shin-chan and Chiaki were going at it again and you don’t want to KNOW why. Just be grateful you have no sisters.”

He laughed. “You forget; I’ve got Kazuma. Hey, can I get a ride to school with you guys? I don’t want to take the bike today.”

“Really?” I was puzzled, then saw his sheepish expression and groaned. “Aw, man, you got your butt kicked, didn’t you?”

“Yep,” he said ruefully and rubbed his backside, “they found out about my Madou Horse.”

“I’m sorry,” I told him, and I was. Rei had worked really hard to advance as a Makai Knight and it sucked that he was getting grief for it. Who could figure out parents sometimes?

Or siblings, either.

My family came thundering down the stairs. Shuuta and Nisshi were sliding down the banister while Naoya and Shinjiro raced down carrying Misako and Chiaki on their backs, laughing. The feud was over for another day.

“Hi Rei!” Nisshi greeted cheerfully and Rei grinned at him. Nisshi has the kind of smile that could make anyone respond.

“Hey there, I’m catching a ride with you guys to school.” He looked at Naoya. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, always room for more.” Naoya put Misako down and we all put our shoes on. “Don’t forget, everyone –“

“You’re coming by the school at noon to pick us up!” we all chorused in unison.

“There’s that great AAA harmony!” Rei laughed and we headed out to the van.


Mitsuhiro

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End of Part 3

(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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