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139 Dreams ☁ 17th Dream {Rain – Eyeshield 21}


☁Eyeshield 21☁

It was amazing.

The final battle between the Ojou White Knights and the Deimon Devil Bats in the Semi-Finals of the Kantou Tournament… it was heart wrenching. Everyone from both teams were giving it their all, as if it really was the last game they’d ever play. Even after reaching their limits, they managed to break the wall and push even harder for the sake of winning and making it to the Christmas Bowl.

It was painful to watch, but at the same time, you couldn’t look away no matter how bad you wanted to; it was impossible to do so.

In the end, Deimon won with a score of 27 – 28. By one point, Deimon took the game.

They didn’t win because of Sena.

They didn’t win because of Monta.

It wasn’t just one person that made them win, nor was it fate or luck or the goddess of victory. It was everyone working together, letting their hearts and dreams collide into one. They wouldn’t have won if a single person had been missing.

Ojou was crushed, as anyone would be. Most everyone on the field had erupted into tears, even the level-headed Takami. It was just too much to take.

As you stood off to the side, watching the game finally came to an end, you felt hot tears sliding down your cheeks despite how hard you tried to stop them. You felt so many different emotions that you thought your heart would explode.

You were happy that your team had won and was that much closer to the Christmas Bowl.

You were sad because your cousin’s team had lost, despite putting up such an amazing and heart felt fight.

You were angry and depressed because you knew you’d be leaving them all soon.

You had come to Japan when you were ten years old to live with your cousin, Seijuro Shin, because you weren’t happy with the way your life was going back in America. You had managed to live there peacefully and happily for a while, but you knew it wouldn’t last.

Less than a day ago, you had received a phone call from your father. He was so angry, yelling at you for running away from home. He said he had enough of your little game and demanded that you come back to America where you belonged.

Everything was set up.

You had her bags packed.

You had your plane ticket.

And your flight was scheduled for midnight.

You felt happy that you got to stay long enough to see such an epic battle between Ojou and Deimon, but you were upset that you were losing everything. What did you have in America besides a broken home and a delinquent lifestyle?

Your friends, your family, was in Japan.

Your happiness was in Japan.

You didn’t want to leave, but… you had no choice. You chose to keep this a secret from everybody, even your cousin, because you knew that they needed to focus on their training and focus on their games. You couldn’t let them worry over something no one could control.

You really hated it. You were about to lose everything. Yet, there wasn’t a single thing you could do to change that. You had never felt so powerless.

You sat quietly in the corner, your glassy eyes staring blankly at the table you sat at; you felt so numb, so empty, like there was a black nothingness in the pit of your stomach. You could just faintly make out the yells and cheers of the Devil Bats on the other side of the room, celebrating and laughing, all happy over their victory and too pre-occupied with the party to notice you – something you were more than thankful for.

“Oi, what’s your problem?” Hiruma asked, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips and eyebrow raised. There was no grin on his lips, just a questioning look.

“A-Ah, It’s nothing.” You forced a smile, closing your eyes and rubbing the back of your head. “I guess I’m just feeling tired.” Before Hiruma could respond, you stood up and pushed past him. “I’m sure some fresh air will clear my mind.”

Hiruma stared at your back as you left the building, an odd feeling creeping up the back of his neck.

Shaking your head, you slammed your fists against the wall of the building outside, feeling anger pool in your stomach. It had started to rain, pouring down heavily on your shaking form. Even the cold drops couldn’t cool off your burning body. Night had fallen by now, the street lights illuminating the dark streets and making the rain glisten almost supernaturally.

Normally, you would have enjoyed being out in the rain, but you were too upset to even notice, despite the fact that your dripping locks clung to your face while your clothes clung to your body.

You didn’t noticed. You were too focused on the aching pain in your chest – why did it feel like your heart had been removed?

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you began to drag yourself down the street, your lifeless eyes staring at the ground. Your plane would be leaving soon and you had to get back home before Seijuro and grab your bags.

Deciding that you couldn’t just leave, you wrote a note bearing the words I’m Sorry and left it on Shin’s desk. You knew he’d find it and then find out from his parents that you had left the country. He’d then tell Sakuraba and the others, and it would eventually spread to Deimon.

It was cowardly, leaving a note instead of a face-to-face goodbye, but you knew you’d break down if you attempted such a feat. You figured this was the easiest route to take.


You sat completely still during the whole flight, your eyes staring blankly out the window. You felt nothing but a dull aching pain in your chest, everything else had become numb. Your mind was hazy; you couldn’t even think straight.

Even as you entered the car your father had sent to pick you up… Even as you entered your old home, trudging up the stairs and falling face first onto your cold bed… you didn’t feel anything.

It was almost like a dream passing by in slow motion.

But you knew this was no dream.

It was real and there was nothing you could do about it.

You knew, even if you couldn’t admit it, that you would never see Shin or your friends ever again.

A strangled sob left your lips as the tears poured from your lifeless eyes like a waterfall, falling down your reddened cheeks before staining the pillow.

Will this pain ever cease?, you found yourself wondering.

You stared out the open window, watching the water drops fall from the dark sky.

Watching the rain fall, hearing the sound of it crashing against the roof… you smiled despite yourself, but it didn’t last long. A new wave of pain washed over you as the realization set in.

You had just lost the most important things in your life – Shin and your friends.

The rain was your only comfort, and that just wasn’t enough.

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139 Dreams ☁ 15th Dream {Unexpected – Sakuraba}


☁Haruto Sakuraba☁

Haruto Sakuraba.

A pretty boy pop idol working for an advertising company and playing American football for the Ojou White Knights.

Constantly being hunted down by reporters and rabid fangirls.

Bearing the weight of being Ojou’s Ace, when he clearly was not (despite having tried to keep up with that reputation).

A teenage boy with no clue what direction he wanted to take. In his opinion, the football team would be better off without him. Seijuro Shin was the real ace of the team, after all, and Sakuraba just couldn’t compare, no matter how hard he trained.

At his current level and emotional un-stability, you would have to agree. If he felt like he wasn’t good enough to be on the team, then he really wasn’t.

Sakuraba’s main problem was the fact that he stood at a forked road with two different paths leading to two different futures.

Road #1 was his career as a poster boy, clad with fame, fortune and screaming fans.

Road #2 was his interest as an American football player, which wouldn’t gurantee fame, fortune and screaming fans, but did gurantee happiness at getting to play a sport that he genuinely enjoyed.

Since he strongly believed that the team did not need him and would be better off without him, he chose road #1. That is until he remembered the promise he had made to Torakichi Nanpa – a little boy who was in the same hospital after being in a car accident and a fellow football player. After that, he returned to the field, reborn as a new person. He gave up his job at Jari Productions and put everything he had into playing football. Just because he couldn’t catch up to a natural born player like Shin did not mean he couldn’t play to the best of his ability.

Naturally, it was unexpected for the pretty boy to cut his hair, but that just proved how serious he was and how much drive he really possessed. It was impressive to you and Takami because you both understood the meaning behind it. Otawara found it extremely amusing. While Shin… well, Shin never even noticed… At least, not until Takami pointed it out, then he just stared in disbelief…

It wasn’t unexpected that Sakuraba had lost his entire fan base because he quit his job and cut his hair. His fan girls only liked him because of his looks and the fact that he was famous. They didn’t know anything about ’em after all. They only wanted to get in his pants so they could say they slept with a pretty boy who happened to have fame and money.

You were surprised at the unexpected turn in events at the White Knights vs. Punks game. You had thought that all of his fans had been lost, but you were mistaken. The original three girls that had found him when he first stopped by Deimon to do some scouting were still his fans. Of course, they were in shock at the fact that he quit his job and buzzed his hair, but they were still die-hard fans.

You had to give them credit. Maybe, just maybe, not all fangirls were psychotic morons who only wanted to get laid by someone hot and/or famous. Maybe… fangirls weren’t as bad as you originally thought.

Once the game ended, you approached the three in the stands, a grin on your face.
“I’m actually pretty impressed with you three.”

“Eh?” The three females blinked in confusion, not understanding why you were impressed with them.

“Despite the changes Sakuraba has gone through, you three are still die hard fans.” You gave them a thumbs up, closing your right eye, “Keep it up. He loves the support.”

The three stared at each other before stars appeared in their eyes. They rushed you, grabbing onto you and shouting various things, all of which were centered around Sakuraba.

“He loves us?!”

“He knows we’re the ones cheering him on right?!”

“Does this mean he knows we exist?!”

“Introduce us!” That one was chorused by all three.

You sweatdropped, slowly attempting to move back away from the horrifying girls.

Okay. You were wrong.

Fangirls are horrifying, merciless rabid monsters that need to be locked away in cages!

“Sakuraba!! Help me, damn it!”

Sakuraba blinked in surprise, looking up to the stands where his friend was being hounded by three very obsessed fangirls. He sweatdropped in response, sending you an apologetic smile before dashing away. He finally managed to escape his fan base; you had to be crazy to think he’d go back.

“Damn you Sakuraba! Just wait ’til I get my hands on you, bastard!”

“Don’t you dare hurt, Sakuraba-sama!” The girls glared at you, ready to attack.

You gulped, chuckling nervously before taking off, the rabid dogs following close behind with a murderous intent in their eyes.

“That was unexpected…” Shin muttered, watching as you were chased throughout the arena.

Takami, who figured he was using sarcasm (as most people would in this situation), chuckled in response, pushing his glasses up. “Well, it was pretty obvious that was how it would end.”

“Really?” Shin blinked at the bespectacled male in disbelief, though his face remained stoic.

“Y-You were serious..?” Takami sweatdropped.

Shin simply nodded.

Oh lord, please help this hopeless team…

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A Glass of Water {Kise Ryouta}


Anime: Kuroko no Basket
Pairing: None
Genre: Crack, Friendship


Your body jerked forward when a weight was added to your back, arms wrapped tight around your neck from behind. From the corner of your eye, you could see a mess of blonde hair. If the ‘cchi’ hadn’t given it away, the hair sure did.

You patted his arm lightly and he loosened his grip.

“What’s up, Kise?”

“Nothing~” He sang after releasing his grip completely. “I just wanted to walk home with you~!”

You raised an eyebrow, questioning his motive. Actually, never mind, you don’t want to know.

You shook your head and continued on your way towards your apartment. Kise easily caught up to you with his long legs and fell in step beside you. Since his place is in the opposite direction, you were going to take a stab in the dark and say that he had every intention of going to your house.

The two of you walked in silence for several minutes before he broke it.



“Why don’t you like Midorimacchi?”


You stopped, looking at him in confusion. Where did that question come from all of a sudden? You knew he had a motive for wanting to walk with you, but you never would have expected that.

“Well,” He stopped in front of you, his hands behind his back as he looked up at the sky. “Whenever he’s around, you act really moody. And you always give him attitude when you talk to him. You give him dirty looks, too…”

You didn’t answer, turning your own gaze up to the sky.

It was crystal blue with very few clouds; the ones that did occupy the sky were so thin, they might as well have not been there at all. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as hot as the weather man had predicted.

You could feel Kise’s brown eyes on your face.

“Why do you hate him, Kurocchi?” He questioned softly, his long fingers tugging on the end of your t-shirt.

With a sigh, you ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to collect your scattered thoughts.

“I don’t hate him, Kise. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I don’t know…” You paused. “I’ll put it this way: I don’t exactly hate him, but if he were on fire and I had a glass of water, I’d drink it.”

He blinked, his school bag sliding off his shoulder. “E-Eh?”

You shrugged, picking his bag up and walking away. “You asked.”

“M-Matte, Kurocchi!”

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Big Boobs & One Leg {Tsubasa}


Anime: Gakuen Heaven
Pairing: None
Genre: Friendship, Humor, Crack

“Get back here!” Tsubasa called, chasing you throughout the grounds of Alice Academy. He was beginning to lose his breath and his lungs were beginning to burn from the struggle of chasing after you. You both had been running for about thirty minutes so far.

You were tired as well, but being older and more experienced, you still had the upper hand when it came to an endurance race between yourself and your kouhai.

Why were you being chased by the shadow manipulating middle schooler? Because Narumi-sensei was too caught up with (cross dressing) work to catch you.

What had you done that made Narumi want you? You may have turned Jinno-sensei’s hair pink…. Well at least you didn’t try to set it on fire, like last time…

“Get back here!” He cried out, struggling to keep you in his sight.

You grinned, ducking behind a rather large tree and watching as the younger male passed by, huffing for oxygen. Once his calls had faded, you let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the tree and closing your eyes. Your hand rested on your chest, where your heart, beating at a fast rate. Taking a deep breath, in and out, you finally regained your normal breathing pattern.

“Hehe, sorry, Tsubasa, but you won’t catch me this time.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that!”

You looked up at the blue haired male standing in front of you, breathing heavily with a grin on his face. “What – !” A gasp left your lips once you realized that you could no longer move. Looking down, you noticed Tsubasa’s foot on your shadow, trapping you with no way to escape.

His grin widened as he winked at you, “Gotcha, senpai!”

“Damn it.” You scowled, narrowing your eyes at the younger male. “That’s cheating, Tsubasa!”

“Is not!” He stuck his tongue out. “Narumi-sensei said I could use any means to catch you~♥.”

Any means to catch me, huh?, You smirked, Then I’ll use any means to escape!

“Can I tell you something interesting, Tsubasa?”

“Sure.” He blinked, looking curiously at you.

“I heard this joke a while back. I wanted to share it with you, as a gift for being able to catch me.”

He nodded, a smile on his face.

“If a girl with big boobs works at Hooters, then where does a person with one leg work?”

“Huh?” He blinked, cocking his head to the side, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes; he looked thoroughly confused. “Hmmm.” He put his hand on his chin, eyes closed and face twisted in concentration as he attempted to figure out what the answer was. He was determined, too, but it was proving to be extremely difficult for the young male.

“Want me to tell you? I’m sure JinJin-sensei is getting impatient, waiting for my punishment to be dealt.”

He opened his blue orbs, blinking at you before nodding, “I can’t figure it out. Tell me, senpai.”

You nodded, a grin appearing on your lips, “If a girl with big boobs works at Hooters, then where does a person with one leg work?” You paused, watching as he leaned forward, eager to hear the answer, “IHop.”


Complete silence, other than the whistling of the wind against the leaves on the trees.

He blinked. “….”

Suddenly, without fail – just as you had predicted – the young male fell backwards onto the grass, clutching his stomach and roaring with laughter that even the people in central town could hear. His eyes were shut tight, his grip tightening around his stomach as he kicked his legs into the air.

You grinned, slowly beginning to move away from the boy before taking off running. You waved over your shoulder at the hysterical boy, your own laughter ringing out through the school grounds, “Thank you, Tsubasa ♥~!”

“Heh?” His laughter stopped abruptly, but his position did not change. He lifted his head, blinking in surprise before jumping up and resuming the chase. “That’s not fair!”

When Tsubasa had fallen backwards onto the ground, his foot had released your shadow, allowing you to move freely.

He was never gonna to hear the end of this from Jinno-sensei…

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139 Dreams ☁ 10th Dream {Hazardous – Shin 1/3}


☁Seijuro Shin¹☁

Anyone who knew Seijuro Shin knew that it was a very hazardous idea to let him touch anything that involved technology (such as computers, cell phones, etc.). No matter what it was, he always managed to ruin any technological device his fingers came across.

There was the time when he managed to ruin every computer in the whole school by clicking on something he shouldn’t have, spreading a very strong and unstoppable virus that hit every computer in the school. Somehow, he managed to do that which no other student had ever done in the history of Ojou.

Then there was the time when he was training on Mt. Fuji and broke the GPS the coach had given him so he wouldn’t get lost (again). All he had to do was push a single button for it to work, but somehow managed to pull the whole thing apart; the wires and gadgets inside were hanging out from both ends. He was a hopeless cause. Yet, somehow, quite a few people seemed to forget this fact and continued to let the teenager touch various types of items, all of which met their doom soon after. Even though you were Shin’s best friend, you were one of the people who often forgot that he was technology challenged.

You sat away from the football field, far enough where you could only faintly hear the sounds of their practice. You were sitting under a rather large tree and playing Need for Speed Most Wanted on the PSP. It was your favorite video game and you were close to beating it.

Being lost in the race, you failed to notice the male sitting next to you on the ground, leaning back against the same tree. His navy blue eyes looked over your shoulder at the game in your hands.

“Shit,” You muttered, pausing the game to pull out the vibrating phone from your pocket. “Why the hell is Hiruma calling me?” You handed the game to Shin. “Can you finish that race for me?”

“Hai.” He took the black system from your hands, blinking down at it as if it was some alien object he had never witnessed before.

You pressed the talk button on your phone before pressing it to your ear. “What do you want, bastard?”

“Well, if it isn’t the bitch.” He laughed, his voice laced with amusement. “You busy tomorrow? I got a job for you and lizard boy.”

“Hmm. Not really.” You grunted, wondering what hell her and Rui would be put through.

“Great! Stop by Deimon after school tomorrow. I’ll be waitin’ for ya, and don’t be late, bitch! Ya-ha!” The line went dead and you sighed, flipping it closed and sliding it back into your pocket.

You turned to the side to ask for the game back but froze at what you saw. He had managed to pull the PSP apart in three different places, various wires and gears sticking out every which way. Shin stared down at it blankly, his voice remaining stoic.

“I think it’s broken.”

Your eye twitched, a tic mark appearing below it. Another appeared on your shaking fist. “You moron!” You growled, hitting him in the back of the head.

He blinked in surprise, watching as you stalked away, fists clenched as you muttered colorful words in an angry matter to the darkening sky. Shin looked down at the device in his hands, his lips pulling down into a deep frown. He felt really bad about making you angry, but it’s not like he did it on purpose. It really was hazardous to let Seijuro Shin touch technology, even for a few seconds.

Read part two here.


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139 Dreams ☁ 9th Dream {Apples – America}



Alfred called out your name, rushing over and jumping onto your back.

You let out a oomph from the sudden impact, your hands automatically reaching behind to grip the male’s legs to keep him from falling. “What’s up, Ally?”

“Come to the store with me?” He questioned, his arms wrapping around your neck. He nuzzled your cheek with his own and wrapped his legs tightly around your middle.

“Eh? What for?” You blinked over your shoulder at him.

“Apples~!” He grinned, his blue orbs shining with excitement.

“What do we need apples for?”

“Apple pie, of course~!” His grin widened.

“You do know… it takes more than just apples to make an apple pie… right?” You glanced at the blonde before heading out the door, still carrying the male country on your back.

“Eh? Really? Like what?!”


Alfred stood in front of the oven, bouncing from one foot to the other, waiting for the timer to ding. Counting down the seconds, he jumped for joy when it finally rang, rushing over and pulling the apple pie out of the oven.

While Alfred inhaled the apple pie, you sat at the other end of the table, your eye twitching as you took in the sight of the messy kitchen. Every cabinet, every counter, even the floor and sink were overflowing with apples.

What the hell are we supposed to do with all these?! Build a freaking apple army!?

Your eyes moved back to the blonde sitting across from you, grinning happily after completely devouring the poor pie.

“Let’s bake another!”

Even though he had leftover crumbs around his mouth, he was just too adorable to say no to (which is why you ended up with so many apples in the first place). Thanks to that, you and Alfred were eating apple this and apple that for the next five years…

Oh, brother…

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A-Z Challenge : Duck {Shinya Yanagizawa}


Author’s Note: The lack of Shinya gifs really upsets me okay. Like, this is legit the only one I could find @_@

Duck – Shinya Yanagizawa

“Shinya.” You poked said boy’s cheek.

“What, dane?” He slapped your hand away when you attempted to poke him a second time.

“I have a question.” You took his silence as a sign to continue. “Why do you sound like a duck?”

Yuuta’s hand shot to his mouth as he tried to cover his laughter, making him miss the ball that Mizuki had served his way.

Shinya’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Seriously, when I look at you, I think of ducks! But, that’s not neccessarily a bad thing.” You told him, cocking your head to the side.

He scowled. “I do not look like or sound like a duck, dane!”

“Actually. She’s right.” Atsushi agreed as he walked by.

He scowled deeper and the St. Rudolph team let out a loud roar of laughter.

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A-Z Challenge : Chocolate Cake {Masaharu Niou}


Chocolate Cake – Masaharu Niou

“Uh… Niou?”


“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m baking a chocolate cake! Puri~” He looked over his shoulder, flashing you a grin.

“Since when did you know how to bake?” You cocked an eyebrow, moving to lean on the counter next to him.

He frowned. “I don’t.”

You stared at the strange concoction he had created and sweatdropped. “Niou?”


“Remind me never to eat your cake.”

He blinked. “Why? Puri~”

“I’m pretty positive chocolate cake isn’t purple…”

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High School Nightmares {Masaharu Niou}


→ Pairing: None
→ Prompt: School
→ Anime: Prince of Tennis
→ Character: Teenage! Masaharu Niou
→ For: ch.oco.late’s Back To School Contest

High school.

The worst time in everyone’s life, even for the popular kids. Even though they have popularity and god-like looks, there is always some sort of problem at home, and there is always someone who will oppose and stand up to them. Usually, that’s a person who has been bullied constantly and finally decided that they have had enough.

About 60% of the student body is picked on. 20% consists of the losers and loners, who are usually ignored altogether. And the last 10% consists of the few people who actually manage to reach the popularity status.

It doesn’t matter who you are or how much money you have. It doesn’t matter if you’re a cheerleader or a nerd. Though the experiences and lifestyles may be completely different, every single one of them has something in common; high school is their own personalized hell, even if they refuse to admit it and play it off as the “best time” of their life.

Sure, they probably had fun with their friends, but what does that have to do with high school? Nothing.

High school is a simple and nicer way of saying ‘hell’, as well as “three years of my life that I will never get back.”

✎ ✏ ✐

Chiaki yawned as she walked down the hall, her book bag slung over her left shoulder. School was the last place she wanted to be. She’d be happier being stuck with Atobe for a couple weeks. It was laughable how desperate she was to escape.

While her mind was pre-occupied, a pair of arms wrapped around her neck from behind, stopping her in her tracks. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. She could tell by the smell of his cologne.

“You shouldn’t walk around lost in thought. It’s dangerous. Puri~”

She glanced at him, shrugging him off and continuing towards homeroom. Niou followed, falling into pace at her side.

“It’s dangerous when you’re not daydreaming, too. It’s all up to chance.”

“I said ‘lost in thought’, not ‘daydreaming’.” He pointed out, holding his index finger up like a teacher would.

“Same difference.”

“Completely different.”


Niou chuckled as they entered the classroom which was alive with pointless and mindless chatter. Chiaki claimed her seat by the window in the back of the class and Niou claimed his in front of her own.

“So~” Niou turned around, arms folded over the back of the chair. “You going on the field trip next week?”

“Meh.” She shrugged, taking out her notebook and beginning her daily ‘doodle-instead-of-learn’ session.

“‘Meh’ is not an answer.” He snatched her pen, twirling it between his fingers. “I will hold your pen hostage until I get an answer. Puri~”

Chiaki rolled her eyes, pulling out another pen from her pants pocket. Niou snatched it before the tip could even make contact with the page.

“Why do you make it a habit to annoy me?”

“Because I’m your best friend and it’s fun~”

Chiaki let out a sigh before letting her lips curl up into a small smile. “Good answer. Mostly.”


“Alright, everyone sit the hell down!” The teacher muttered boredly as he entered the room. He seemed to want to be there even less than the students. The class quited down and took their seats immediately, knowing full well that pissing him off was not a good idea.

Niou turned back around, reaching back with his hand over his head to return the two pens he had pen-napped. Chiaki took them from his hand without a word and he leaned forward on the wooden surface of his desk.

The teacher, named Nobunaga, muttered incoherently under his breath and shifted through the vast amount of paperwork on his desk. Normally, his mood wasn’t the best; he was permanently in a foul mood (if you had to teach a class full of high schoolers for god knows how long, wouldn’t you be in a bad mood, too?) It was also rare to find people he actually liked and got along with. Fortunately for them, Chiaki and Niou were both included in that small group, though they still worked his nerves from time to time.

“You.” Nobunaga-sensei pointed to a random boy in the first row who squeaked in fear, intimidated by the tall man that stood in front of his desk. “What did we do yesterday?” It wasn’t that he had a bad memory, he just couldn’t be bothered to remember when he had a class full of students to remind him.

“T-The f-ieldtrip… we were t-talking about the f-fieldtrip…!” The boy stuttered, his eyes cast to his sweaty hands that lay in his lap.

“Ah. Right.” Nobunaga ignored the boy’s fear and returned to his desk, searching through the mess of papers once more. “Alright. Listen up, morons! I’m gonna give you all the info sheet for the fieldtrip!”

“You!” He pointed to a girl in the second row, situated directly in front of his desk. “Pass these out.”

“H-Hai…” She stood slowly, reaching out a shaking hand to retrieve the papers. Once they were in her hand, she realed back as if a shark was about to bite her.

“Does she think he’s gonna attack her?” Chiaki whispered to Niou, rolling her eyes. Sure, Nobunaga-sensei was intimidating, sometimes violent and quick to anger, but he didn’t attack students (unless they really deserved it).

Niou snickered, leaning back slightly in his chair. Of course the little sadist was enjoying the other students’ discomfort and fear. Wouldn’t be him if he didn’t. That boy could give Shusuke Fuji a run for his money!

The girl quickly swerved through the rows of desks, handing out a sheet of the paper with trembling hands to every student she passed before scurrying back to her desk with her head down.

Chiaki resisted the urge to laugh (damn Niou was wearing off on her!) as she picked up the info sheet from her desktop, scanning over it with mild interest.

“Now,” Nobunaga-sensei moved to lean against the front of his messy desk, arms crossed over his chest while his narrowed black eyes scanned the classroom, making most every student they landed on tense up and freeze; they really did not want to be called on. “The field trip will be taking place next Thursday at 12:00 PM. Classes until that time will continue as normal. If you want to go, you must get those forms signed and handed back to me before Tuesday.”

Niou and Chiaki exchanged glances before snickering in amusement. Last time they went on a fieldtrip, most everyone in the class turned their forms into other teachers, too afraid to give them directly to Nobunaga. Only three students had actually approached him.

“The fieldtrip will last until Monday, at which point you will leave the hotel at 10:00 AM.”

A small boy who sat in the same row as Chiaki shakily rose his hand. After Nobunaga nodded in approval, the boy voiced his question. “Um… Where will we be going, sensei?”

Nobunaga’s small eyes shifted to the boy before sweeping the class once more, stopping on a blonde girl that sits in the very middle of the classroom. “Allison!”

“Hai!” Allison stood from her chair with a proud grin and walked up to stand next to the teacher. Allison was one of the smartest girls Rikkaidai high school had to offer, rivaled only by Renji. She was also one of the few students who was not afraid of Nobunaga, though she, like Chiaki and Niou, was still intimidated from time to time.

“The fieldtrip, chaperoned by three teachers and two parents, will be taking us on a wonderful trip through time through the way of the Art and History Museum!”

The class erupted in whispers of excitement, but quickly became quiet when Allison glared at them.

She cleared her throat and continued. “That’s only the first two days. The next two days will be spent at the Aquarium. Everyone will be staying in a hotel located between these two attractions. Rooms, as well as room mates, have already been assigned. This will not change, no matter what you do or say! Monday will be spent returning back here. Any questions?”

Several hands shot into the air, the students feeling more comfortable talking to her rather than Nobunaga (who really could care less).

Allison shook her head and wagged her index finger at them before making a ‘tsk’ing sound. “Too bad.”

You’d think they would of learned by now…

Chiaki grinned, biting her lip to stiffle her laughter. Allison was a trip, whether she meant to be or not; a trait difficult to find in someone so smart.

“Sit back down, Allison.” Nobunaga said boredly, waving her off as she questioned him about any secrets he may be hiding concerning the fieldtrip.

“Yes sir!” She saluted him and returned to her seat.

Nobunaga’s black eyes swept the room. “Class ends in less than ten minutes. Do whatever until then.” He then sat behind his desk, arms crossed and eyes closed. When he said ‘whatever’, he meant it. He truly did not care what anyone did, as long as they left him alone. Someone could break a window and set fire to the books in the back of the room and he still wouldn’t care.

Niou turned back around in his seat, sitting like he had upon first entering the room. “Soo~ Have you been persuaded to go on the fieldtrip?”

“No. Sounds kinda boring.” She murmured, leaning back with her arm over the back of her chair and purple orbs staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Che. Go anyway.” He poked her stomach with his pencil. “I need someone to annoy while I’m there. Puri~”

“Renji, Marui, Jackal and Yagyuu are going, ne? Annoy them.”

“It’s not the same. They’re no fun to annoy.” He pouted. “I only get enjoyment out of messing with you.”

Chiaki rolled her eyes and looked out the window at the pale sky. It was about mid Autumn and the days had grown quite chilly. The sky remained covered with light grey clouds, completely blocking off the sun and pale blue sky. The lush leaves of the trees had already changed into brilliant shades of orange and brown. Every time the wind would blow, more leaves would fall from the trees and dance gracefully towards the ground, where they would join their other fallen comrads who had almost completely covered the pavement and grass. Most everyone you saw was wrapped tightly in a winter coat or thick winter clothes, but Chiaki’s group was different.

She herself adored the cold weather, often going out with short sleeves or no sleeves at all and jeans. Most people thought she was crazy, but that didn’t matter. The Rikkai Regulars often went out in shorts and short sleeves shirts (other than Yukimura, who often preferred pants).

Chiaki was also thankful that Rikkai high didn’t require its students to wear a uniform like the middle school division did. High school was more free than middle school, and you got away with a lot more, too.

✎ Monday, 8:00 AM ✎

Chiaki scowled as she walked through the hall, her purple orbs narrowed in a glare aimed at anyone who dared to cross her path. Monday truly was the worst day ever. She should of just skipped.

When Chiaki reached her locker, she threw it open. Before she could pull her books out, though, the door was slammed shut by a manicured hand. Following that was a fake sincere voice belonging to Rikkaidai’s whore troupe.

“Well, Well. If it isn’t Rikkai’s biggest loser.” The leader smirked proudly as if she had just done something impressive. Her two clones sniggered, putting a manicured hand to their glossy lips.

Chiaki’s eyes flashed dangerously before closing in an attempt to block out her rising rage. “Susie. I’m warning you. I am not in the mood.”

“Oh, boo hoo.” She fake cried, putting her hands to her eyes and wiping away invisible tears. “Is Chiaky-winy gonna cry?”

“No. Chiaky-winy’s gonna beat your fake ass nose in!” She growled, spinning around and slamming her fist into Susie’s nose. She shrieked and fell back onto her butt, clutching her nose tightly. That didn’t stop the blood from gushing between her fingers, though. She shrieked again, pointing her free hand at Chiaki who stood in front of her, breathing heavy with her bloody fist clenched.

With that signal, the blonde clones leapt forward and attempted to take her down with a double team, but the sticks were no fighters and Chiaki dodged their attacks with ease. She slammed her elbow into the second clone, which was coming at her from behind, and slammed the first clone into the lockers with her foot. Before the two could get back up, an arm wrapped tightly around Chiaki’s waist, pulling her back and away from the three blonde girls.

“Knock it off!” Nobunaga’s gruff voice reached the ear of the four girls and the students who had stopped off to watch the exchange. “Get your asses to class, now!”

Immediately, the students scrambled, leaving the bloody and broken blonde trio with the still pissed off Chiaki and the annoyed Nobunaga, who still had a firm grasp on her.

“Susie. Parker. Anemone. Detention, room 3-B. No fieldtrip. Chiaki. Detention, homeroom. No fieldtrip.”

The girls shrieked and crowded around him, trying to talk, bribe and blackmail their way out of detention. They even tried threats. They really wanted to go on the field trip. After all, all the hot boys would be going. They just couldn’t miss that!

Chiaki, on the other hand, shrugged herself out of the male’s vice-like grip and rolled her eyes before heading to class. She hadn’t wanted to go on the fieldtrip in the first place, so it didn’t really bother her. The only reason she had even been considering it was because Niou wanted her to go. Detention was her savior at the moment. She didn’t have to go, and Niou couldn’t be mad at her.

When she reached her seat, she got an annoyed and accusing look from her best friend. One that said, ‘you-did-that-on-purpose-so-you-would-get-detention-and-miss-the-fieldtrip’.

Chiaki rolled her eyes again and ignored him, turning to stare out the window. Though it was a good plan, that’s not the reason she had snapped. She was in a bad mood because she had been working all weekend without much sleep, and then had to wake up at 7:00 am so she could get to this hellhole on time.

Nobunaga entered the room a few minutes after the bell rang, an extra malicious glare pointed towards the class. Breaking up a pointless fight between four girls was not his idea of a Monday morning. Chiaki was too lost in thought to notice this, however.

Only when a note landed on her desk did she snap out of it. Picking it up and unfolding it, she couldn’t help but smile at the messy scrawl of her best friend.

✏ You do know this means war, ne? Puri~

Damn that Niou. He was always able to make her smile, no matter what was wrong with her. He truly was an amazing friend.

✎ Tuesday, 1:00 PM ✎

School was almost over, having a little over an hour left of the day. Chiaki hadn’t seen Niou much that day, just glimpses as he hurried down the hall. He seemed preoccupied. With what, she had no clue.

She wondered if it had anything to do with the ‘war’ note he had given her yesterday, but she shrugged it off. Whatever he was up to, she’d find out soon enough. That’s what her instinct told her and it usually wasn’t wrong.

Sure enough, around 1:15, the whole school began to shake, the windows rattling and objects falling off of table tops and desks. The strange events had been caused by an explosion in the science lab. That’s what the class was told when a random student dropped by to inform Nobunaga (who really could care less).

Chiaki paid it no mind. It was probably some moron trying to impress a girl (or vice versa), and they ended up mixing chemicles they shouldn’t have. It wasn’t the first time something like that had happened. She had to admit, though, she was mildly surprised when the door burst open, revealing a fuming Miss Alca (the science teacher) and a soot covered Niou who was grinning proudly.

“I believe this belongs to you.” Her voice was high pitched and laced with annoyance and anger. “How he managed to sneak into my classroom without my knowledge is beyond me! But he is your responsibility, Mr. Hawk!” She released the back of his shirt and roughly pushed him forward before huffing, sticking her nose into the air and leaving the room, the door slamming closed behind her.

“Sorry I’m late, Nobunaga-sensei~” His tone was anything but sorry. He sounded quite proud, actually. Satisfied, arrogant, and highly amused.

“Detention. No field trip. Sit.” Nobunaga’s tone was strict, but it was pretty obvious that he didn’t care. Chiaki would lay odds that the only reason he gave Niou detention was so that he didn’t have to deal with Miss Alca (who was a real bitch).

Niou sent Chiaki a triumphant smirk before taking his seat.

So that’s what he meant by war. Sly bastard.

A note landed on her desk and she un-crumbled it, glancing at the innocent looking male. That boy could definitely make it as an actor.

✏ The War is Over. All that’s left has blown away, and I surrender, Puri~

Chiaki rolled her eyes.

✏ You stole those lyrics, baka. Don’t be dramatic.

He frowned, sticking his tongue out at her.

✏ So what? It’s the truth! D:

✏ I don’t even know what war you were fighting, and you surrendered? Doesn’t sound like you.

✏ The war I was fighting was trying to get them to let you go on the field trip. I even offered for you to serve three weeks of detention, and they still wouldn’t do it. I surrendered, because they wouldn’t change their mind~

✏ Ignoring that comment. And the explosion?

✏ Renji showed me which chemicals to mix to create a safe explosion. It was wonderful, Puri~

He wanted detention, she facepalmed.

He simply snickered, sending her a smirk.

✎ Thursday, 9:30 AM ✎

Even though class was continuing like it normally did, the excitement was clear. It hung in the air like a large cloud over the classroom. Students were shifting in their seats constantly, unable to sit still as the time ticked by. With every passing hour, the 11th graders grew even more restless, like a dog wanting out of it’s kennel to go and chase the squirrel that’s been teasing him for the past thirty minutes. It was obvious that the teachers were feeling the opposite. They were not looking forward to babysitting some 300 kids for five days. For every minute that passed, the designated teachers’ faces turned more and more grim.

When 11:50pm rolled around, they looked as if they were being chased by a whole army of Grim Reapers. The students were the complete opposite, practically jumping for joy. When the principle came over the loud speaker to instruct all 11th graders to line up outside by the busses, every student jumped out of their chair and rushed out of the classroom like it was a race for ten grand. All except for Chiaki and Niou, who had recieved detention a few days prior.

Nobunaga leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk. His eyes were closed and his hands were folded in his lap. He was extremely content that he hadn’t been picked to chaperone the trip. The room was now empty, other than Chiaki, Niou, and a boy named Aki (who had gotten into trouble for skipping more than two weeks of school). The room itself was quiet, but the excited murmurs of the students piling into the busses below could be heard through the open window.

A knock broke the silence and Nobunaga growled, eyes narrowed at the wood. “What?!”

The door was pushed open and a rather large man dressed in a black suit walked in. His eyes were covered by black sunglasses, but something told Chiaki that his eyes were hard and set, like stone. One of his hands was holding tightly onto the back of a brown haired boys’ neck, who had a scowl on his face. His other hand was fisted around the back of the other boys’ shirt, who looked like he was half asleep.

Chiaki and Niou exchanged looks.

What were two boys from Hyotei high doing here? And who was the strange man that brought the two into the room?

Said man roughly shoved the pair further into the room before grunting and disappearing. The brunette, known as Ryo Shishido, caught himself before he could hit the ground. His friend wasn’t as lucky. Jirou Akutagawa fell to his knees, eyes half closed.

“Why are they here?” Chiaki questioned, leaning back in her chair.

“Take a seat.” Nobunaga commanded, closing his eyes once more.

Shishido glared at him before sitting in the third row, sliding down onto the wooden chair; he looked pretty pissed off. Jirou yawned, shuffling lazily off the cold floor and into the seat beside Niou. He folded his arms on the desk before laying his head on top of them, his eyes closed.

“Hyotei high is going on the field trip with Rikkai High.” Nobunaga answered finally.

“Eh?” Chiaki blinked.

“That wasn’t on the info sheet, Puri~” Niou stated, chewing a piece of gum he had stolen from Marui previously that day.

“Didn’t I mention that?” Nobunaga asked, staring lazily at the pair.

“No.” They chorused.

“Hyotei is going on the fieldtrip with Rikkaidai.” He told them, his tone uncaring.

“Gee, thanks a lot.” Chiaki rolled her purple eyes.

He smirked, closing his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“So~ We get to spend four and a half days with them.” Niou muttered under his breath un-enthusiastically.

True enough, the students of Hyotei weren’t exactly easy to get along with. Most of them were snooty, arrogant, and down right irritating. They thought they were better than everyone else, like kings and queens. Their school was filled with the finest of everything that money could buy; it was sickening.

Jirou shivered, his exposed skin covered with goosebumps. He was wearing his tennis uniform, which consisted of shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Though his clothes were slightly large on him, the sleeves of his shirt stopped just inches above his elbow and his shorts stopped at the knee. All three of the buttons on his shirt were undone, leaving plenty of skin exposed to the cold air leaking in through the window. Shishido was dressed in the same attire, but he didn’t seem at all affected; he was too busy glaring at the wall.

Chiaki adored the cold and didn’t mind the way it nipped at her exposed flesh that wasn’t covered by her T-Shirt. Her jeans were thin and had a few holes on the front, letting her feel the cold air as if she wasn’t wearing pants at all. Niou, on the other hand, was not fond of the cold, but he didn’t necessarily hate it. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt, which was about as thin as Chiaki’s jeans, but it was made of cotton, offering him enough warmth to stay satisfied.

Feeling sorry for the shivering male, Chiaki grabbed her hoodie out of her bag and stood up, dropping it over the male’s shoulders. He lifted his head in surprise, his tired eyes staring up at her with child-like curiousity.

Chiaki returned to her seat, shrugging when Niou raised an eyebrow.

Jirou stared at the hoodie for a few seconds before sitting up and slipping his arms into the sleeves, pulling it tight around his small frame. He snuggled into it, laying his head back down and falling asleep with a smile on his face.

The Minutes ticked by.

12:30 pm. Tick.

1:15 pm. Tock.

1:30 pm. Bang.

Niou’s head hit the desk and he groaned. “I can’t believe we have to go through this for four and a half days! It’s so boring!”

Chiaki was leant back in her chair, her feet propped up on the back of Niou’s chair and her eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. “Four days of sitting here doing absolutely nothing from 8:30 to 3:00. This isn’t detention, it’s torture!”

“Che. Don’t complain, brats.” Nobunaga opened his eyes and shifted in his chair. “I work from seven to four and have to deal with a bunch of spoiled, hormonal, angst ridden teenagers all day long, five days a week.”

Niou and Chiaki exchanged glances and nodded.

“Yep, you’ve got it worse, Puri~”
“I feel sorry for you, Nobunaga-sensei.”

“You don’t sound sorry.” He muttered. “Damn brats.”

The pair grinned “Damn teachers!”

Nobunaga scoffed, but couldn’t hold back the smirk that took over his lips.

Yes, high school was a horrible nightmare that was nearly impossible to escape from. But the rarities are what makes it bearable. The insane but loveable friends. The crazy ass, uncaring teacher who was as cool as a teenager. And the unexpected guests that appeared every now and again.

It all made it worthwhile, and Chiaki wouldn’t give it up for the world.

This was her own personal high school nightmare, and it couldn’t get any better.


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139 Dreams ☁ 5th Dream {Arrow – Sanada}


☁Genichirou Sanada☁

It was odd.

You normally weren’t one to stay at a friends house for a week at a time. However, you found herself there with people you couldn’t even remember. It seemed like a lot of time passed, but you estimated it was no more than a week.

For some odd reason, you had taken one of the cats from your house and brought him with you to the friends house. You made the decision that it’d be best to bring said fat cat back, instead of leaving him in unknown territory.

And so, you hopped into your older brother’s large white truck, setting Oreo in the passenger seat before heading home. Once there, you scooped the heavy cat into your arms and proceeded to take him into the house.

An older man and a woman were sitting on the porch in front of the house in rocking chairs, their expressions grim as they watched you walk by. Your mother had come to greet you at the front door, asking if you were staying. After putting the cat down, you (for some unknown reason) said that you were going back.

Your mother then asked if you had also brought back Mittens, the cat that belonged to yourself. Of course, you shook your head, claiming that you had never taken the much smaller cat from the house. Your mother’s expression turned grim like the two older people sitting out front. It was only natural that you questioned it.

“Honey… we can’t find Mittens… she’s gone.”

You felt your eyes widen. It felt like an arrow had pierced your heart as you pushed past your mother, rushing up to your bedroom and flinging the door open. On the way, you hadn’t missed the 15 or so cats that were scattered across the living room, each looking exactly alike with only small differences.

Your bedroom was the same. Inside lay about six different cats, all looking similar to your own. With every cat you saw, it seemed like that arrow just pushed in deeper, until it finally came out the other side.

You noticed one heading towards the window and you felt the wind get knocked out of you. Without a seconds hesitation, you ran forward and grabbed the cat, holding it tight to your chest. You could feel the tears pricking your eyes before spilling over.

Normally, you were a very tough person who rarely ever cried. You were tough and strong, and hated showing such weakness to others. However, on the inside, you were actually pretty sensitive, especially when it came to animals.

The tears flowed down your cheeks, wetting the soft fur of the feline in your arms as you walked back down to your solemn mother, who brightened only slightly at the sight.

“Is that her, dear?”

“I… I don’t know!” It looked exactly like Mittens, and it felt like it was the right cat. But there was something holding you back and you didn’t like it. “Why are there so many?”

Your mother scratched her cheek, looking away. “Well, I felt bad, and thought that we could find one to replace her with.”

Another, much larger arrow pierced your heart at the words. “Mittens was irreplaceable…”

Your mother’s arms fell limply to her side in guilt as you walked away, tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes, holding tightly onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, it really was your cat.


You shot up in bed, covered in a cold sweat. Your breathing was heavy and your heart was beating fast in your chest, eyes wide. You could feel the pricking of tears at the corners of your eyes and you shut them tightly, as if that alone was enough to stop the salty liquid from leaking out and covering your flushed cheeks. Your chest was aching painfully, despite the hand that clutched tightly onto your shirt to try and deliver relief.

That dream… it couldn’t of been real… right?

Your scanned the room before resting back on the hand clenched around your sheets. Your precious cat was no where to be seen. Already in a tired and painful state, your mind didn’t register the possibility that said cat may just be in a different room of the house.

A strangled sob left your throat, your back shaking thanks to the tears that refused to stop. The arrows through your heart seemed to grow in size, causing a pain to surge through your chest. Too wrapped up in your own depressive state, you failed to hear a knocking on the door.

The person on the other side, figuring you were still just sleeping, pushed open the bedroom door and walked inside. He froze upon seeing you slouched over in bed, tears running down your face through shutly tight eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He knew that you were a tough girl and, even though he was one of your best friends, he had never seen you cry before. Especially to this degree. What was he supposed to do?

You felt the bed sink in and an arm wrap around your shoulder, pulling your shaking form into a well defined chest. Your glassy orbs looked up into Sanada’s dark ones that had softened considerably.

“What’s wrong?”

Though his voice and expression were stoic, as usual, you knew that he was worried; he hid it well, though.

Taking a deep breath, you explained the dream to him, not leaving out a single detail. Sanada was shocked to find out that the reason behind your pain was a bad dream about your cat, but he felt the need to comfort you.

His hand rubbed your back lightly, his free hand running through your hair. “You do know… Mittens is in the kitchen stuffing her face, right?”

You froze, feeling extremely embarrassed and stupid; your face turned red. The tears stopped, thankfully, but you still clung to the younger male, too embarrassed to look at him. A deep chuckle passed his lips as he pushed you back.

“Get ready. I won’t tolerate you being late for school.”

You scowled at him as he left the room, but couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a lot lighter, like a heavy weight had been lifted from your chest. When Sanada left the room, he had pulled both arrows out of your heart and taken them with him.

You were thankful to have someone who had the power to do that.