Are You Pondering What I'm Pondering?
Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 3:56 am
I wrote something else. You all write amazingly detailed beautifully crafted stories and it inspires me to write... this. I don't get it either. Anyway, this story is dumb and I feel dumb having written it.
With expectations hopefully lowered, enjoy. Or don't.
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Looking up, Shizune noticed her pink-haired compatriot trying to get her attention.
[Why are you wearing your victory grin, Shicchan?] Misha signed with a small grin of her own.
[I have no idea what you mean,] Shizune replied forcing her face into a more neutral expression. [Perhaps because I win so often, you’ve mistaken my normal face.]
After Misha finished laughing, Shizune continued, [Okay, maybe I’m a little excited about one of my plans coming to fruition.]
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Shizune slid a manila folder across the table to Misha. Catching it, Misha opened the folder to see that it was transfer paperwork for a new third year student entering Yamaku Academy. It seemed the young man had suffered a heart attack a few months ago and was just now being released from the hospital.
[What’s a-r-r-h-y-t-h-m-i-a?] Misha signed slowly.
[It means that his heart is weak and doesn’t beat properly. He has a much higher risk for heart attack than the average person, thus his transfer here,] Shizune signed back authoritatively.
[Oh no, that’s horrible!] Misha paused before staring intently at Shizune. [Shicchan, what did you mean about him being ‘a plan’?]
Shizune tried to match Misha’s stare before looking away and blushing. [I may have had a… friend… nudge him our way,] Shizune signed hesitantly. [BUT it was for his own good. The heart condition is congenital, it was only a matter of time. This way it was discovered in a controlled environment with proper medical care.]
[But it says here he had to be r-e-s-u-s-c-i-t-a-t-e-d and have multiple surgeries performed. It sounds like he almost died, Shicchan...] Misha’s signed sadly.
[I cannot help it if my friend is a bit of an airhead and didn’t follow my precise directions,] Shizune replied in a fluster. [I was very specific. I really didn’t want him hurt!]
[Shicchan, why would you go this far? This is too much even for you!] Misha signed, quickly becoming agitated.
[Misha, I promise you he’s much safer here at Yamamku, but… it wasn’t only for his benefit. He fits very specific criteria that I was looking for, there was really no one else. I had to get him close,] Shizune signed hoping to placate her friend.
[Why is it so important that he comes here to Yamaku? What criteria do you mean?] Misha’s expression remained cold.
Shizune paused to collect her thoughts before signing again. [For starters, he’s our age, he’s smart, he has a reason to be here at Yamaku, and he’s a US citizen.]
Misha looked genuinely perplexed as she signed, [WHAT? That doesn’t make sense. He definitely looks japanese in this photo, and there’s no note about him immigrating into the country. The high school he was transferring from is in Tokyo!]
[He’s probably not aware of it himself. His parent’s are very diligent workers, another mark in his favor. They weren’t able to go on a honeymoon until almost a year after their marriage. They almost cancelled their trip to Hawaii because his mother had been suffering horrible indigestion for weeks,] Shizune had to stop signing to cover her mouth as she silently laughed at the last part.
[I don’t get it… How does that make the new transfer student a US citizen? Actually, it’s fine, I don’t need to know. I believe you’ve done the research. I trust you enough to know you’ve thought this through,] Misha signed, her confusion displaced by her returning cheer. With a sly look, she continued, [Plus it doesn’t hurt that you think he’s cute, right?]
Caught off guard, Shizune’s reply was ruffled. [Me finding him cute was of only minimal importance. Him being considered classically handsome by an objective standard will make things easier in the future.]
After closing the folder and handing it back to Shizune, Misha cheerfully signed, [If it’s for your future, then we’ll have to work extra hard to make sure he joins the student council! So, Shicchan, what do you want to do tonight?]
Grinning once again, Shizune replied, [The same thing we do every night, Misha — order chinese delivery.]
28 Years Later
With expectations hopefully lowered, enjoy. Or don't.
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Looking up, Shizune noticed her pink-haired compatriot trying to get her attention.
[Why are you wearing your victory grin, Shicchan?] Misha signed with a small grin of her own.
[I have no idea what you mean,] Shizune replied forcing her face into a more neutral expression. [Perhaps because I win so often, you’ve mistaken my normal face.]
After Misha finished laughing, Shizune continued, [Okay, maybe I’m a little excited about one of my plans coming to fruition.]
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Shizune slid a manila folder across the table to Misha. Catching it, Misha opened the folder to see that it was transfer paperwork for a new third year student entering Yamaku Academy. It seemed the young man had suffered a heart attack a few months ago and was just now being released from the hospital.
[What’s a-r-r-h-y-t-h-m-i-a?] Misha signed slowly.
[It means that his heart is weak and doesn’t beat properly. He has a much higher risk for heart attack than the average person, thus his transfer here,] Shizune signed back authoritatively.
[Oh no, that’s horrible!] Misha paused before staring intently at Shizune. [Shicchan, what did you mean about him being ‘a plan’?]
Shizune tried to match Misha’s stare before looking away and blushing. [I may have had a… friend… nudge him our way,] Shizune signed hesitantly. [BUT it was for his own good. The heart condition is congenital, it was only a matter of time. This way it was discovered in a controlled environment with proper medical care.]
[But it says here he had to be r-e-s-u-s-c-i-t-a-t-e-d and have multiple surgeries performed. It sounds like he almost died, Shicchan...] Misha’s signed sadly.
[I cannot help it if my friend is a bit of an airhead and didn’t follow my precise directions,] Shizune replied in a fluster. [I was very specific. I really didn’t want him hurt!]
[Shicchan, why would you go this far? This is too much even for you!] Misha signed, quickly becoming agitated.
[Misha, I promise you he’s much safer here at Yamamku, but… it wasn’t only for his benefit. He fits very specific criteria that I was looking for, there was really no one else. I had to get him close,] Shizune signed hoping to placate her friend.
[Why is it so important that he comes here to Yamaku? What criteria do you mean?] Misha’s expression remained cold.
Shizune paused to collect her thoughts before signing again. [For starters, he’s our age, he’s smart, he has a reason to be here at Yamaku, and he’s a US citizen.]
Misha looked genuinely perplexed as she signed, [WHAT? That doesn’t make sense. He definitely looks japanese in this photo, and there’s no note about him immigrating into the country. The high school he was transferring from is in Tokyo!]
[He’s probably not aware of it himself. His parent’s are very diligent workers, another mark in his favor. They weren’t able to go on a honeymoon until almost a year after their marriage. They almost cancelled their trip to Hawaii because his mother had been suffering horrible indigestion for weeks,] Shizune had to stop signing to cover her mouth as she silently laughed at the last part.
[I don’t get it… How does that make the new transfer student a US citizen? Actually, it’s fine, I don’t need to know. I believe you’ve done the research. I trust you enough to know you’ve thought this through,] Misha signed, her confusion displaced by her returning cheer. With a sly look, she continued, [Plus it doesn’t hurt that you think he’s cute, right?]
Caught off guard, Shizune’s reply was ruffled. [Me finding him cute was of only minimal importance. Him being considered classically handsome by an objective standard will make things easier in the future.]
After closing the folder and handing it back to Shizune, Misha cheerfully signed, [If it’s for your future, then we’ll have to work extra hard to make sure he joins the student council! So, Shicchan, what do you want to do tonight?]
Grinning once again, Shizune replied, [The same thing we do every night, Misha — order chinese delivery.]
28 Years Later
