Ukyou Kuonji presents
a Here Is Greenwood fanfic

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Koko wa Greenwood is the creation of Yukie Nasu, and all characters 
and situations therein are the property of her and Hakusensha Inc., 
Victor Entertainment, and the Pierrot Project.  No infringement 
is intended.
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**track fifteen**

"So... who is he?  What's he like?"

"Hm?"  I'm *trying* to study here.  Thanks to Mitsuru-sempai's help 
while he was hospitalized, and his own natural ability, Suka-chan's 
a cinch to ace his final exams.  Me, I've got  a lot of work to do 
in order to get a decent grade, and Suka-chan's third degree is 
*not* helping.

"What's this guy like?"  Suka-chan looks up at me from the table
in the middle of the room, which he's staked out as his study 
area.  I stare at him from my bed, where I'm still trying to read 
this trigonometry textbook.  It's a comfortable enough spot, but 
if you're not careful, you could fall asleep with your face in a 
textbook.

Well, at least that's one *good* thing out of Suka-chan's grilling - 
I'm not going to be falling asleep any time soon.  Of course, neither 
am I going to get any studying done.  I close the book, and stare 
at Suka-chan.  "*What* guy?"

"You know... the guy who sent you those chocolates on White Day. 
By the way, they were pretty good... thanks."

My heart sinks a bit.  I do so like white chocolate.  "You ate all of 
them?"

He shrugs.  "What else is there to do when you're flat on your back 
like that?  Sure I did.  I appreciate the gift, even if you *were* 
just getting rid of something you didn't like."  Well, at least 
Mitsuru-sempai was right about Suka-chan believing that story.  
Unfortunately, it doesn't have the desired effect of discouraging 
him.  "Anyway... do I know this guy?  Or is he from your hometown 
or something?"

There's a sweatdrop on my neck, and somehow I know it's not from 
the heat.  "Well, you might recognize him..."

"What's his name?"

"Uh... look, Suka-chan, I'd rather not go into this right now... 
I've got to pass this trig final, which means I've got to study.  
Can we talk about this another time?"

"Sure, sure..."  And he goes back to his book.  For a minute or two. 
"Is he cute?"

How am I supposed to be the judge of a question like that?  
"Gah!  He's a short kid with a short fuse... kinda like the one 
I'M developing!"

"Okay, okay!  Sheesh..."  And finally, he subsides.

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Sorry it's such a short vignette, minna-san... but another (related) 
idea has just popped into my head.  I'll be sending it right along 
in a moment... see what you think of it.

Itsu mo,
Ucchan   ^_^