Miranda Fann

31 May 20XX

Nihongo no Saakuru

TOMODACHI TO

Ima, tomodachi to hanshite ite, watashi wa… Nihongo no Saakuru ni imasu (right now, I’m talking to my friends, and I’m in Japanese Club)! Sumimasen, Nihongo ga jouzu janai desuga, hanasuno ga suki desu (excuse me, I’m not good at Japanese, but I like speaking it)!

I finally convinced him to join. Now, we’re all here: Risa-san, to Shingo-san, to Guro-san, to Duein-san, to watashi (mina-san imasu).

“Duein-san!” I come up from behind and scare him. “Nihongo no Saakuru ga suki desuka?”

“What?” he says, and then he looks at me like he always does.

“Do you like Japanese club?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He puts his hands behind his head and leans back (he looks so bored).

“Tsumaranai desuka?”

“You’ll have to speak in English, please.”

“Is it boring?”

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Sou desuka?” I roll my eyes.

“English!” he says. Sigh… is he really the one?

“You know, Duein-san, that’s a lousy nickname!”

“Okay, I guess.” He doesn’t even care!

“Suwansuton-san! Take that!”

“Take what?” Give up already, c’mon!

“Wait a minute…” Oh, it’s Jim… Guro-san, I mean, actually. I see Shingo-san giving him a dirty look. Why?

“Duane… Swanstone…” Jim starts tapping it out. He does that thing they do in animes where he pushes his glasses up and looks really serious. He must be thinking really hard. “Rock. I got it: it’s Rock! That’s his nickname!”

“Wah! Sou desu nee, Rokku-san!”

“What?” Rock says.

“Atarashii nikkuneimu! So long as you’re in this club, You are Rock! Anata wa Rokku san da yo!”

“I can’t believe it…” he puts his hands to his face. I feel… my heart is up! Kokoro wa ue no tokoro ni arimasu… I think that’s how you’d say it. I think…

All of my favorite people, all in one place: The cold poet, Shingo-san(!); the quick-witted rebel, Guro-san(!); the gorgeous femme fatale, Risa-san(!); and now, the burly altruist, Rokku-san! Everyone is here! Everyone is here! Mina-san imasu, yo!

“Hey, Miranda!” Lisa says, “What do you think of all these… men?”

“Nani?” What?

“It’s like a sausage-fest, isn’t it? Couldn’t we have just one more girl?”

“Hai?” I think she’s right (maybe)? None of the guys say anything. Jim chuckles, though.

“What? Something funny, Guro?” Lisa looks at him with her scary eyes. She’s kinda like a kowakute, kirei oneesan to me. She’s frightening and pretty (and I wish she was my older sister)…

“No, really, I think you two’re on to somethin’! Shingo here was already bad enough, why’d you have to get Duane involved?”

“You’re one to talk.” Shingo-san uses his pouty voice (for when he’s really mad but can’t show it).

“Gentlemen, calm down!” Lisa says. She makes a hand motion, and really, I think she’s the one in charge here. She’s the honcho (not head honcho, that’s redundant). “Miranda-san, go fetch us another onna no ko! Hayaku!” she says to me. But no one would join.