Novel
Kanojo wa Shinjirarenai desu!
(She's Unbelievable!)
Story and Character Design by: Apple Mae Tabios,Tiarrah Benito &Trex Hernandez Illustrations by: Erwin Santos
PROLOGUE: The Incident! BAM! That was my first sound of defeat. Everyone knew no one could overpower me, Matsuda Ichirou, the mostfeared president of the judo club. Then, how could this happen? Just a while ago, a tall girl dropped her golden locket while walking through the silent hallway. I, being the natural gentleman and the only person to see it, picked it up. I tried to call her attention, but she was too busy talking to herself to hear me so I ran towards her, grabbing her shoulder. Before I could say “You dropped your locket,” I was already thrown to the ground. I can’t believe it! I never knew anyone could be this strong, agile, flexible … and cute? As I lay on the floor, I stared into the azure eyes of my defeater, thinking how much I loved the sky. I smiled at her sweetly. If regaining my dignity means hurting this woman, I’d rather be shameful all my life. I’ll never hurt this woman. She didn’t smile back. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and said “Dumbass.” Did I ever say I’ll never hurt this woman? Well , I take it back. This means war!
CHAPTER ONE: Caramel! The atmosphere in II-A was gloomier than yesterday. Everybody noticed it except for the dude sitting near the open window who was the source of all these darkness. As the wind blew his silky raven hair, everybody stared in silence thinking how can someone so scary, be so handsome. Matsuda Ichirou has crimson eyes combined with his excellence in all categories that made his classmates think he’s some kind of mutant. He has a good complexion that would make the skin in commercials look like dirt. He glared at his spectators, unconscious of his physical beauty, and scared them away. Everyone could feel fear creep down their spines, like his glare were daggers that could penetrate through their skin. This was one of the reasons why he was classified scary. Murmurs started to move across the classroom but Ichirou didn’t mind them. He was too busy brooding about his defeat to a girl. Two days have passed after that fateful meet and news about it have spread through the campus. Who would have known that the strong undefeatable Matsuda would end up being destroyed by a GIRL? A GIRL? That would leave a mark on any man’s ego. He took the locket out of his pocket. He seemed calm from the outside but actually he was really torn if he’ll stay as gentleman and return it or break his moral code: open and use it to blackmail the girl. Remembering how the girl responded to his smile, he planned to do the latter.
She has wavy golden hair and emerald eyes that made her look like a European chic. She has the same perfect skin as Ichirou’s and was often mistaken as his girlfriend, which she is not. She is wellknown for her beauty but she is only five feet tall. “Do you really have to shout it?” he said acidly.
“So it was true,” she smiled.
“How can you smile at my failure, MegumiChan?” “I’m not smiling at your failure; I’m smiling ‘cause you’re alive,” she explained cheerfully. Something snapped inside. He was furious, his pride crushed to powder. This man’s ego is going through so much pain and his best friend just added more. Instead of showing his anger in a violent way, he thought of walking the issue off. He stood up and went to the door. “Ichirou! Where are you going?!” Megumi called, worried. He stopped by the hallway, turned to Megumi and replied darkly,” Don’t call me by my first name in public places, KOTO-SAN,” This silenced Megumi and her classmates as Ichirou exited the room.
Everyone in the hallway moved out of Matsuda’s way because of the vile aura he emitted. No one dared to talk to him because of fear of saying one wrong word is equal to “Ichi-kun! I’ve heard how the girl from II-B having a black eye. slammed you to the ground!” a girl shouted, He noticed something familiar from the rubbing salt on his fresh wound. corner of his eye, beyond the glass window, Ichirou didn’t glare at her like what he normally does because it was his best friend, beneath a tree of the campus grounds. It was HER, the tall brunette. Koto Megumi. 1
I must go and have a chat, thought he. And by chat he meant fight. He went down the stair case as fast as his flexible muscles can, all the things he wanted to say readied in his complex mind, but when he was meters away from her, he forgot his lines.
“I wasn’t even able to know your name,” he breathed closing the locket and looking at the sky, the only thing he loved, dramatically. Poke! Poke!
She was so cute sitting happily while Poke! chomping her pack of caramel bar like a kid. Her face showed bliss as if she was biting a Poke! piece of heaven. Ichirou couldn’t believe that this sissy caramel-holic kid destroyed his winning streak, this girl was everything he hated, a caramel lover with a bad attitude, but she has what he loves, the azure eyes and light brown straight hair. Instead of challenging her, which is was his original plan; he just passed in front of her and muttered, “Weird.” If she heard it, no one will know because she didn’t made a lethal move toward Ichirou, and continue feeding her hunger, “Caramel,” Ichirou murmured, disgusted. When he was a few feet away from her. As fast as lightning, he found himself being strongly pulled by the collar. The hair on his nape stood. He felt fear for the first time. It was the caramel addict who pulled him. She put her mouth near his ear and whispered menacingly, “You can call me weird, but never use caramel in vain.” With that, she let go of him and walked away. He just stared at her, gripping his thumping chest. She was really fast and deadly.
Someone was poking his back and Matsuda wasn’t happy about it. Matsuda turned around and choked the meddler with one hand. The meddler had light brown hair, dark blue eyes and a very pale complexion. It was either he was pale because of fear or it was his natural color. He was muttering something gibberish. Matsuda let go of the meddler. The stranger took a deep breath and spoke very fast,”Whoa! That was great! You were able to get in contact with HER! That was awesome! You just survived the holocaust without pee in your pants! You’re one strong man! Can I get your autograph? Oh wait! Can I get your number?” Ichirou was silent, sorting out what just went out of the guy’s mouth. How can he say all that in one breath? When Ichirou didn’t reply, the stranger started to talk again. “Where are my manners? Hello, Matsuda Ichirou, I am Youichi ------ “
--- Matsuda covered Youichi’s mouth with a hand. This guy was creeping out Ichirou. He looked at the locket that he was still Ichirou was thinking possible ways to save holding. He opened it and saw the brunette, himself: should he just knock Youichi cold still very young, smiling in the arms of a woman who looked like her. Maybe her mom. and run away or turn around and walk like nothing happened. 2
Youichi removed Matsuda’s hand, and talked naturally --- naturally for him is angelic – and slowly, “I’ve been observing you for quite some time and I must say that no matter how many people hate, condemn, loathe, fear and curse you, I’ll always be your number one fan.” Ichirou didn’t know what to say or react should he punch Youichi or smiled and say thank you?
“Okay, chill man,” Youichi replied backing off.
“The reason she is so strong right now is because of the thing that happened in junior high. She was bullied back then because of her angel-like face. Her classmates ASSUMED that she was weak but she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Then, one day, she blew up! Not literally, but metaphorically. You should’ve ----- “
“Just get it straight to the point, Youichi, if you don’t want me to snap off your neck,” Ichirou threatened showing his teeth Before Ichirou could decide, Youichi opened his mouth again but this time he was menacingly. “I bite.” so fast, Ichirou thought he’s hearing French. “She just wrestled everybody who bad “Hold your horses, cowboy. You talk too much,” Ichirou interrupted. “I’m sorry. Was I talking French again?” Youichi apologized. “Its fine, dude. Just try to breathe after every two sentences,” Matsuda replied in a deep voice . . . feeling bad for destroying the stranger’s weird cheerful mood. “Could you tell me,” said he, trying to change the topic, “Why do you fear this girl, Youichi ---- if that’s even your name?” “I don’t really fear her,” Youichi replied calmly,” but everyone does. She’s known as the disciplinary committee president.” “How can a sissy – looking girl like her have such unbelievable strength inside her?!” Ichirou asked.
mouthed her mom.” Youichi said, “And she was feared then ‘til now.”
Ichirou was motionless. He thought it was a typical story nothing big about it. He was not even sure if he was impressed. There was a bigger thing occupying Ichirou’s mind. “What’s her name?” “Oh? I thought you knew and that you’re just disgusted in hearing that awful name because… you know…she just hurt your manhood, man. A dude of well-renown beaten by a girl he never knew exists. The irony.” Youichi said with regret shaking his head. If Youichi said those words mockingly or as if it was a small matter, Ichirou would’ve killed him. “The name, Youichi. That’s all I need.” Ichirou reminded.
“Oh. It’s Mizukawa Sakuya. II-B; age: 15; date of birth: September 10; blood type: O-; “Well,“ Youichi started as he put his hand height: 5’2; vitals: ---“ over Ichirou’s shoulder and leaned, this gave “---don’t give too much information,” Ichirou interrupted face palming and shaking Ichirou the creeps. his head. “How did you know all of this?” Before Youichi could say a word, Ichirou brushed Youichi’s hand and pushed his face away. “We’re not that close so don’t be too close, okay?” Ichirou said darkly.
“Well I’m a journalist,” Youichi replied simply. He took out a Pandora, an armband with “Journalist” written on it, and a notepad and pencil to prove his point. “And---“ 3
“---Sakuya Mizukawa … “Ichirou said blankly “Aargh! Okay! Okay! I’ll speak!” Kirio and louder than he thought. spore in fear. Ichirou let go of Kirio’s head and pushed him to the wall. “Don’t say it out loud! It could get us in trouble! “Youichi snapped. “Now. Speak.” Ichirou looked straight to Kirio’s eyes with a threatening look. Before Ichirou could spit a sarcastic remarks, someone came running from “This guy here had the guts to join the behind screaming, “Kaichou! Kaichou! Judo Club but he couldn’t even lift a person! Kaichou!” He even punches like a little girl!” Kirio explained. Ichirou turned around and was greeted by a panting member of Judo Club. Ichirou walked to the table at the corner of the room and grabbed the paper on the “Kaichou! There’s trouble in the top of it. He then showed it to Kirio’s face. Judo Club! Please hurry, Kaichou,” the subordinate breathed, tugging Ichirou’s “I already read that!” Kirio shoved the sleeves. “Please Kaichou!” paper away from his face. Ichirou ran towards the clubroom without “You!” Ichirou turned and pointed at some asking what the trouble was. He’ll find out random judo club members: what it was sooner or later. “Read this” Ichirou handed the paper to As Ichirou climbed the stairs he could the girl. hear buzzing echoing. There was silence when the crowd saw him approaching. They “M-m-me?” the girl is shivering in fear. gave way for him to enter the room. Ichirou looked sharply at the girl. There was a guy in the floor being “Each and every member of the judo club badmouthed by a tall blonde dude with a has respect to themselves and to others. The scar on his left cheek, the vice president, judo club ---“ Kenshin Kirio. “---just the note at the end.” Ichirou said, “Why did you even joined the Judo face-palming. Club?!” the vice president was saying. “You’re weak. A WIMP. A LOSER. And most “Judo lessons for those who are of all! YOU’RE USELESS!!” interested.” The girl read the note. Ichirou turned slowly to Kirio. Something within Ichirou snapped. He grabbed the vice president’s head and spoke “And what did you do?” Ichirou asked in a dark menacing tone, “Please shut up for menacingly. a while vice.” “Uhm… Ah... Ahhhh...“ Kirio quickly ran to Kirio tried to turn his head to Ichirou but the door. The door suddenly slid open. Kirio the grab was too tight. “What is happening froze in fear when he saw who was behind here?” Ichirou whispered on his ear. the door.
“N-n-nothing kaichou,” Kirio replied.
Matsuda’s grip became tighter squeezing the poor blonde’s skull. 4
“I am Mizukawa Sakuya, president of the Disciplinary Committee. Tell me, what is happening here?!” -To be continued
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