crossoverfic | carbon copies (chapter 1) (Reply)

Title: Carbon Copies
Author: Me.

brighty11
Crossover: Hana-Kimi/Power!!
Characters: Himejima Tsuyaka, Himejima Masao, Ashiya Mizuki, Eniwa Chiharu, Yura Kensuke, Nakatsu Shuichi, Sano Izumi, Aizawa Kyou
Rating: PG for language
Summary: The two Himejimas decide something is up after comparing their recent school stories, and so make their friends come together and see if... well, it'll be better if you didn't know.

Yo, it's like, Chapter 1 ^^ have fun

"Exactly who are these people we're waiting for?" asked Ashiya Mizuki anxiously. Himejima had dragged her here the minute he heard she had come to Japan without telling her anything. Here was the L'Arc-En-Ciel resturant, where she had eaten before with Akiha and Ebi. They were waiting outside, watching as the girls stared at Himejima's long blond hair in amazement, usually muttering "Malice Mizer cosplayer" as they passed.

Himejima chuckled, a somewhat disturbing sound that made Mizuki's hair stand on end. "You'll see, Mizuki-chan, you'll see..." He deliberately emphasized "chan" as his inside joke, annoying the girl into frowning.

She sighed and walked to lean against the railing in front of the cafe. I should have let Sano and Nakatsu come with me, she said. They really wanted to. And I'm bored. Scuffing at the dust at her feet, she stuck her sandal out too far, right into the path of a basketball shoe. The person tripped and fell on their face rather ungracefully. Mizuki freaked and instantly held her hand out. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed.

A small, pale hand took hers and stood back up, brushing dust off of gym shorts and a t-shirt, and adjusting a Hanshin Tigers hat over light brown hair. "I do that all the time. No problem." It seemed like he wanted to say something, but a taller guy came up and grabbed the other hand. "Come on, Shorty. She's waiting," he said grumpily. "This is your party." He yanked on the arm and they left to talk to a tall woman with black hair at the corner. Mizuki stared at them walking away. There was something about the shorter one... maybe...

"Mind if I call you Kyou?"

"Aaaah!" she shouted, turning around to see a devilish looking Himejima. "What do you want!"

"I'm just asking a question, fraulein," he said, shrugging. "I thought you were serious about dear Sano," he added.

"What?"

Himejima just gestured to the two boys (yes, those would be boys, she thought reassuringly) at the corner. "Interested much, Mizuki-chan?" he said, grabbing her shoulder and yanking her close. "If you don't like him now, Mizukichi, I'll be happy to fill in."

A tanned hand shoved his face away from hers. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" the voice of Nakatsu Shuichi burst in, red-faced and huffing. "I thought you'd stop once she left school!" He sighed. "Mizuki, are you okay?"

She gaped. "Nakatsu-kun! What are you doing here?" Waiting for him to answer, she jumped away from Himejima, who scowled and pretended to see someone. He walked away. "You had a soccer game!" she finished.

"Other team forfeited," Nakatsu said. "We creamed them first quarter." He stuck his chest out. "And I scored fifty percent of the goals!" he said proudly before having his head hit with a map.

"You did it by boucing the ball off of your hard head, huh," said Sano, hitting him once more for good measure. "Hey Mizuki." He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which she returned. "Nakatsu, I told you to stay with the team. I was going to meet her here."

"Can we break up the party?" a hard-edged female voice interrupted.

It was the woman from the corner, accompanied by the two boys and a new one, tall with dark hair. And Himejima. "Masao-kun, are these the ones? They look like parody of mine." The former RA nodded emphatically.

Nakatsu snorted. "We're not anyone's, lady," he said with his normal sarcastic flair. Sano rolled his eyes as Mizuki shook her head like an excited little kid. The other four shivered in anticipation of what was coming next.

"I'm Himejima Tsuyaka," she said, striding forward, right up to Nakatsu. "Who do you think you are?" She jabbed a finger at his chest. Mizuki suddenly realized that she was wearing deadly looking black stilletos and a black dress that made her look absolutely evil.

"Nakatsu Shuichi," he replied borely. "Are you related to that cosplaying drama brat over there?" He pointed at the blond man who was turning red and sputtering.

Tsuyaka looked at him a couple times, then laughed. "I like you," she said, smiling. "Masao!" she commanded. "Let's go."

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"Could someone spread light on this situation?" the tallest boy said, who Mizuki had just realized was "Eniwa" from before. "Himejima-san, why are we here?" He gestured to the interior of L'Arc-En-Ciel, which was filled with giggling girls staring at the table with all the boys, namely theirs. He poked the menus too. "And what is this crap? The Akiha Special?"

Mizuki and Nakatsu immediately fell into hysterics. "They named it after him!" they exclaimed, laughing. Sano shook his head, smiling, and Himejima looked wide-eyed for a second. He must have forgotten we were his models for a while, she thought.

The short boy blinked and fiddled with the menu. "I want a strawberry milk or an orange juice," he said, arranging his hair so that it fell nicely.

"Wow..." Nakatsu said. "A boy with as girly tastes as our Mizuki-chan!" he said, rubbing Mizuki's hair and grinning like a proud father. "We haven't seen one of those since... Nakao-kun." Eniwa frowned, and began to spout smoke out his ears, while the dark-haired boy laughed, coughing out "Boy... Kyou... boy... hahahah."

The Tiger's hat was lifted, and a the face of someone who was obviously a girl was revealed. "I'm Aizawa Kyou... and I'm not a boy."