Bokura no Matsuri [1]

Inspired by Pi's new hair. >.<
probably going to be a pretty short fic. I had to call him Tomohisa in the fic because in the fic, Yamapi is not an idol! ^^;
The first chapter is pretty short, because it's only introducing the two main characters. (:
Song: Endless Story - Ito Yuna

CHAPTER ONE

"Atsui!" Hiroko complained, fanning herself with her uchiwa.

"Ojou-sama, please slow down!" Maaya-san called out exasperatedly, trying to catch up with Hiroko. Maaya-san was the assistant of Nakamura Hiroki, the daughter of a wealthy family. Though beautiful, Hiroko was extremely wilful, rather spoilt to the core and rather proud -- not of her looks, but of her "status". No male dared to ask her out -- and one even wonders if she had any suitors -- for they could not catch up with her in many areas.

"Hurry up, Maaya-san! I want to go to the water yo-yo stall!" That Natsu Matsuri, 19-year-old Hiroko had a beautiful orange yukata on, graced with golden phoenixes towards the base. It was easy to tell that she was from a wealthy family from her dressing and hair ornaments.

Hiroko crouched down by the tub of rainbow-coloured water balloons, oblivious to the people around her. Just as she spotted the last orange water balloon and was about to hook it up, a hand covered by a black yukata sleeve shot out, and when it was gone, so was the orange water balloon.

Hiroko's head shot up to see a male in a dark yukata, a smirk of triumph upon his face. He had various accessories round his wrists, and his hair had a portion shaved off, such that he looked like a gangster.

"Hey, that's mine!" Hiroko demanded, standing up.

He stood up too. "Excuse me? I hooked it up. Your name isn't on it anyway. Stop being such a petty person and hook up another one."

"What right have you as a poor gangster got to insult me?!" Hiroko asked. People around her were staring at her, parents shaking their heads at her pampered behaviour, and others secretly wishing they could rip the arrogant look on her face.

"Ano, I'm really sorry about this! My ojou-sama is not in a very good mood and-"

"Maaya-san! You don't have to apologise to this person!" Hiroko interrupted. "I'm not going to forget you." she then hissed to him, walking away.

"That was rude of her na~ Ne, Tomo-chan?" Masuda Takahisa, a friend of his, commented. His hands were full of teriyaki, takoyaki and onigiri, due to the fact that he was a great lover of eating. That day, he had donned a dark purple yukata.

"She can't do anything to me. She's just another rich spoilt brat who doesn't know that wealth comes with responsibility. She can't win Yamashita Tomohisa in any case." Tomohisa folded his arms, looking after the still prominent figure of the orange yukata.

Hiroko stormed through the crowd, not waiting for Maaya-san again. She watched as little groups of close friends walked together, laughing at the sights and telling their own jokes. She was alone. She had let him insult her. She had promised herself not to let anyone do that. Most of all, Hiroko did not know what kind of person she was like. She could only bother to spend on herself lavishly whenever she was upset, always escaping from the question of who she wanted to be and what she wanted to do. And she did not know nor appear to care what others think of her, because she was always alone. But deep down inside she wondered. And wondered.

Not long after, Hiroko arrived at the goldfish-scooping store. Maaya-san finally caught up, panting. Hiroko bent down, watching the goldfish swim around, avoiding the touch of the fragile paper scoops, trying to find their freedom. Yet wherever they went, there was no such thing as liberty. She put a finger in.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but you have to scoop the goldfish with the paper scoop." The stall attendant gently reminded, smiling at her warmly. Hiroko only stared back at him, not replying nor did her hand emerge to take the scoop from him. Her stare was only broken when another hand shot out to take the scoop from the stall attendant. It was him again. Hiroko silently watched him carefully scoop up two goldfishes, and as the stall attendant placed the two goldfishes in a bag, congratulating him, HE had smiled gently at Hiroko, handing the bag to her.

Yet Hiroko chose to surface her cold and hard shell, glaring at him before she turned away sharply, throwing away that almost likeable face of her. Tomohisa frowned, looking after Hiroko. When he had seen Hiroko looking gently and intently at the fishes, he had thought perhaps she had just been childish just now, but now he felt he could confirm she was pretty anti-social. And too proud for her own good.

They did not exactly have a very good first impression of each other.

Still feeling annoyed of having seen him for a second time at the matsuri, Hiroko wandered off, until Maaya-san had completely lost sight of her. She chanced upon a candy stall. Memories came back in that instant.

"Otou-san, that stallholder is blind." Hiroko said, hiding behind her father as though in digust at the candy stall's attendant. She had been a very protected child, and until otou-san got to come home did she start to get out of the house and see what was the outside like.

Otou-san squatted down in front of little Hiroko, holding her arms as she donned a plain red yukata. "Hiro-chan, not everyone is born blessed like you."

"Demo... Demo I don't like him." Hiroko answered back.

"You should open your eyes wide and love everyone."

...but that was not what 'otou-san' told her.