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Romance Kingdom! ~Sugar Sweet Destiny~ DAY 4

Weather Report: The rain from this morning will continue throughout the day in the central region. We’re expecting a dark gray day due to the heavy cover of clouds.

Maybe it was because of the gloomy weather, but it seemed like a damper had been put on the lovey-dovey atmosphere at the school.

Just like the weather, love cannot always be all sunshine.

True love will bloom even in cloudy weather, don’t you think?

Classmate 2: What's with the weather… It's super gloomy. Classmate 3: Days like this call for ghost stories! Let's gather after class for some scary stories!! Classmate 1: Is everyone ready? Let's tell our scary stories one by one. Y/N: Should I start?

A) The mirrorless ballet studio.

Hmm… Let me see… Oh yeah! There was that one thing about the ballet studio. I forgot where I heard it from though…

Y/N: You know the ballet studio in school? There was a student who’d always practice alone into the night. Y/N: Always alone, not a soul around, keeping an eye on the mirror while practicing. Classmate 1: And…? Y/N: The morning after, it turned out it wasn’t a mirror at all! It was a window!!! Classmate 2: Offft! Who confuses a window for a mirror? What a pathetic story. Y/N: It’s not a story! It really happened. Y/N: My friend’s brother’s sister’s friend’s cousin goes to this school too and swears it’s true! Classmate 3: Pffft! Let’s go see check out* the ballet studio for ourselves then. *actual text.

Classmate 2: Welp, here we are. The ballet studio. Let’s go inside. Classmate 1: …… Classmate 3: You go first. Classmate 1: No, you go first.

A.A) Nope! Count me out!

Just as I turned around, a shadow of a person seemed to flash by in the window on the opposite side of the hallway.

Classmates 1, 2, 3: AAAAAARH!!!!

I was about to make my escape when I saw that my friends were already far ahead of me. Ugh, they’re the worst! I am so not hanging out with them anymore.

~BAD ENDING~

A.B) Fine, I’ll go first!

Y/N: No one’s here… right?

My knees were trembling as I tiptoed into the studio. The first thing I noticed was that there really were no mirrors. Instead, on one side, the entire length of the wall had a window opposite the gym. Just then… A shadow brushed past my shoulder with a gust of air.

Classmates 1, 2, 3: AAAH! RUN! It’s a ghost!

Those cowards…! They had already made it down the opposite end of the hallway. Me? I just stood there. The shadow didn’t scare me at all, because I had figured out the truth. …Across the window, I saw Rachel inside the gym. She was practicing her fencing all on her own.

Y/N: Hey, Rachel. Sorry to disturb you. Practicing late as usual? Rachel Raspberry: *Huff, puff* Rachel Raspberry: Oh? Hi, newbie. What’re you doing here? Y/N: Well…

I told her how I was in the ballet studio and that Rachel’s practicing might have been the reason for the ghost story.

Rachel Raspberry: Hahaha! So I’M the scary ghost of the ballet studio? That’s ridiculous, haha! Y/N: Probably because no one else stays this late at school. Rachel Raspberry: They won’t turn on the lights for the gym at night. So I practiced in the lights coming from the ballet studio. Rachel Raspberry: I like practicing alone. I can practice in peace, away from prying eyes and all. Y/N: Oh? I always thought that you enjoyed the attention. Rachel Raspberry: The attention doesn’t bother me. I know that some classmates look up to me and all.

There was a tone of seriousness in her voice that I didn’t recognize. Rachel seems… almost like a different person. Is it because it’s late?

Rachel Raspberry: But they don’t know the reason I need to practice. They don’t know that I need the practice… that I’m still weak… They’d be disappointed. Y/N: What do you mean? Rachel Raspberry: Y/N… I’m here on a scholarship. I’ve been on a scholarship ever since middle school. Y/N: Wow. So you’re… a real child prodigy? That’s awesome. Rachel Raspberry: I have to keep this up, there’s no other way. When I won the fencing nationals, my mom… she was so happy. I can’t forget the face she made when I was offered a scholarship… Rachel Raspberry: And that’s why, I can’t lose. Ever. School. Homework. Tests. Fencing. I can’t… I won’t lose.

She gazed down at the floor. A shadow concealed portions of her face, but I could tell that tears were welling up in her scarlet eyes. I quietly approached her and put a hand on her shoulder.

Rachel Raspberry: What gives, newbie?! Get those gross hands away from me! Y/N: Don’t be so sad and lose confidence, Rachel. And… no one is or ever will be disappointed in you. Rachel Raspberry: How do you know that?! As if YOU’D know anything, psh! Y/N: I do know, I’m rooting for ya, OK? After all, I am your biggest fan.

I remember how she looked during baking class. She may have been pouting, but she was pouring her heart into the batter. She had the same face while practicing her fencing skills.

Y/N: I… No, all of us think that you’re the best at giving everything you do your all. Some people fall down but get back up. Others try and try until they succeed. And we all know you’re the best at that. Y/N: If you don’t believe me… Try losing your next match. Everyone’ll be cheering you on, whatever the result! Rachel Raspberry: You blockhead!!!

Rachel burst out laughing and punched away my arm. I laughed too. It felt like we became friends just there. We stayed there in the gym, chatting away about everything and nothing deep into the night.

B) The ghost roaming the garden.

Horror Fan: Hey, did you know that there’s a ghost who shows up in the school garden on rainy days? Y/N: What? Really? Horror Fan: Really! I’m telling you, you can see the ghost among the trees every time it rains. Y/N: Pfft, no way. There aren’t even any creepy, deserted spots in that garden. Horror Fan: Then go look for yourself! If you don’t see anything, I’ll buy all your snacks this week. Y/N: You think I won’t actually go check? Be prepared to buy me those snacks!

*Sigh* I can’t believe I’m fact-checking a ghost story when it’s raining like this.

B.A) I should’ve brought an umbrella!

I should’ve brought an umbrella!

B.B) Thank god I brought an umbrella.

Thank god I brought an umbrella.

I made my way to the garden, trying to avoid the rain.

Y/N: But if there’s a ghost in the garden, the gardening club should know… I wonder if Herbert knows about this story?

Just then, I saw a white shadow pass by behind the trees.

Y/N: AAAHHH!! Herbert Hoo: EEEEK!! Y/N: Huh? What’s this familiar voice… …Herbert?! What are you doing here? Herbert Hoo: Y/N…! It was you. I was so startled. I was on gardening duty today, and since it’s raining I was putting some sticks up to support the plants…

Huh, so does that mean the ghost was just a gardening club member in a raincoat…

Herbert Hoo: But I’m worried about this one… Look here, I’ve used all the sticks I had but if I don’t help this plant its flowers will be ruined by the rain… Herbert Hoo: What should I do, Y/N?

B.A) There’s nothing you can do about it wilting…

Y/N: There’s nothing you can do about it wilting… Herbert Hoo: Ah, is that so… I guess you’re right, we’ll let it return to the ground.

I took the gloomy-looking Herbert with me as I headed back to school.

B.B) I’ll hold my umbrella over the plant.

I held my umbrella over the plant, and soon enough its flowers returned to normal.

Herbert Hoo: Y/N… But if we stay like this, you’ll get wet! Y/N: I have an idea. Can you lend me your raincoat? Herbert Hoo: Huh? My… raincoat?

Herbert hesitated for a moment before taking off his raincoat and giving it to me. I took the raincoat and unfolded it over our heads to protect us from the rain.

Y/N: Come on, let’s go! Herbert Hoo: …Y/N…!

And just like that, we ran back towards the school through the rain.

Brrr, so chilly.

C) The piano in the student council room.

Horror Fan: The Student Council office was empty, except for a lone piano. There wasn’t a soul in sight, but they say you can hear the piano playing…! Y/N: A piano playing on its own? In the Student Council office? Horror Fan: I swear it’s true! And the piano playing was pretty decent too! Y/N: But what about the president and the vice president? Aren’t they in there? Y/N: I can’t imagine a ghost or some paranormal activity with the two of them there… Especially between the two’s flashiness and indifference. Horror Fan: It’s true, I tell ya! Every single day! REALLY! Y/N: Really? So you’re telling me if I go there right now, the piano will be playing on its own? Wanna bet? Horror Fan: Fine! I’ll do your homework for a week if it’s not true! Y/N: You’re on! No backsies!

So this is the Student Council office? No one’s here and… Hmph. The piano’s silent too.

Y/N: Psssh… Piano playing on its own… What nonsense-

*Ding… ding dinga dum…* OK… So that’s DEFINITELY the sound of a piano!

Y/N: GAH! Marcus Madeleine: What’s going on? Y/N: Marcus?! Wait, what? Did you just… walk out of the wall?

A few moments later…

Y/N: So… Your aunts love listening to the piano. And they made a secret room for you to practice in…? Y/N: Then what’s the piano out there for? Marcus Madeleine: Oh, that? That’s for official recitals! Y/N: I… see… Marcus Madeleine: I did not know that my practicing in secret was the source of such ghost stories… This complicates things… Marcus Madeleine: Perhaps I should stop practicing discreetly? What do you think, Y/N?

C.A) I’ll keep this a secret… if…

Y/N: I’ll keep this a secret… if you let me use this office. Marcus Madeleine: Pardon…? Y/N: Hehehe, you know what they say. You scratch my back, I scratch yours?

Marcus’s usually beaming smile slowly turned into a frown…

Meticulous Vice President: Are you proposing that you, Y/N, be given access to use this room when President Madeleine is practicing? Y/N: When you put it like that it sounds… Eh? Oh… Vice President? Meticulous Vice President: Did I not warn you, Mr. President, that your discreet piano activities could be divulged inadvertently at some point? Marcus Madeleine: Ahem…! It’s not like playing the piano is against the rules, nor is it a crime!

The Vice President was here all this time too?

Meticulous Vice President: Y/N, if you could please exit the premises… the Student Council President deserved a severe reprimanding for his activities.

As soon as I exited, the door slowly closed behind me. The Vice President scared me… Like, legit scares me.

C.B) Don’t stop practicing if you enjoy it!

Y/N: You shouldn’t stop practicing if you’re enjoying it! Marcus Madeleine: Really? Y/N: Yeah. Your family made this space for you to practice in peace. And besides, it’s not THAT scary of a ghost story anyway. Y/N: It gave us the chance to share stories and even play detective a bit so… Y/N: This is what being a student is all about, isn’t it? Having fun at school? I think it works out great for us… and even you, Marcus! Marcus Madeleine: Y/N… Marcus Madeleine: Ha… haha! Then I shall heed your wise advice. In fact! Stay awhile and listen! Y/N: Really? Thanks!

Marcus sat down and started playing the piano. Something about the song he played seemed to radiate a bright light itself, as if he were playing a piano made from stars.

D) Screams around the dumpster.

Y/N: I’ve got a horror story. Well, more like a rumor… Have you heard of the Darkest Hour of Friday the 13th? When a chilling scream comes from the school’s dumpsters?

Huh? What’s that, you ask? Oh, the stuff I’m doing now? I’m not sharing stories or anything, I’m just curious about what other students know about the rumors.

Classmate 1: Oh, that punk who is always sulking? Classmate 2: they say he leaves a path of destruction wherever he goes. Classmate 3: I heard he’s skilled with a sword, even better than Rachel Raspberry. But he’s also a bully who goes around beating up other students. Classmate 4: The dude’s famous… or infamous is more like it. Even my gym instructor knows about him. Says the dude’s been cursed…

Guess it’s true? When it rains, it pours. Just then, someone slammed through the door into the classroom.

Classmate 1: A fight’s just broke out! Near the dumpsters! Derek’s already there! Classmate 4: Hey! Let’s go watch, Y/N!

D.A) Uh-oh! Somebody call the cops!

Y/N: This is bad! There’s nothing we can do but to call the cops!

As soon as I finished my sentence, I bolted out the door. Blaring sirens and flashing lights soon filled the school grounds. The sound of punches, kicks, groans and howls ceased. Some were taken to the ambulances. Some were taken to the squad cars.

Y/N: I’m… I'm sorry, Derek.

Derek DaChoco didn’t show up to school the next day. Or the next day. Or the next… He never returned. But it was the right thing to do, wasn’t it?

~BAD ENDING~

D.B) The cops will make things worse!

Y/N: (Uh-oh… This is bad. The cops will just make things worse! I have to help Derek…!) Don’t call the cops!

As soon as I finished my sentence, I bolted out the door.

Derek seemed as if he’d entered berserker mode. This wasn’t some street fight. It was an unfair crowd of gangsters preying on a single target: Derek. In a split second, Derek’s fists cleaved an opening between the swarm surrounding him. What a punch!

Derek DaChoco: You want a piece of me? Then come and get it. Derek DaChoco: AAARGH! Gangster 1: C’MON! He’s just ONE guy!

Derek was bruised all over, several gouges and cuts were already swelling. But the jerks he faced weren’t in good shape either.

Chairman Dark Cacao: Derek DaChoco. Stop resisting. Derek DaChoco: …Father. Chairman Dark Cacao: I’ve sacrificed everything for this company. Do not forsake your birthright! You are destined to follow this path. Derek DaChoco: And what path is that? A path that an unloving, cold-hearted, weak excuse of a father paved for me? I won’t! Chairman Dark Cacao: Unloving? Cold-hearted? Look at yourself, son. What father would ever want to see their own son in such a state?

Derek clenched his teeth, almost as if he were grinding them to feel anything else than the pain he was already in.

Y/N: Leave him alone!!! Derek DaChoco: You…? Y/N? Y/N: Derek isn’t some punk or bully. He’s not what you think! …OK, so he’s flunked junior year a bit, but he’s still got a gentle soul! Derek DaChoco: Did you… have to mention the flunking…?

Derek muttered the flunking part with a pinch of annoyance…

Chairman Dark Cacao: I see… It seems you have a peer who thinks highly of you. Chairman Dark Cacao: And here I thought you weren’t fitting into this school. Chairman Dark Cacao: My son… It seems that your enrollment in this school was just the thing that was needed.

Derek’s father looked at me, not with eyes of anger or contempt, but with regret.

Chairman Dark Cacao: I leave my son in your capable hands.

I didn’t know what else to do but nod in silence…

E) The cries from the rooftop.

Y/N: Ah, that’s right. Have you guys heard that story? That there was a girl… who died from falling off the school rooftop? Classmate 1: I know, I know! It was the girl who always came in 2nd in grades, right? She killed the first top student so she could be number one! Classmate 2: It’s a true story. They say you can sometimes see blue hair in the wind from the rooftop classroom. Classmate 3: Some students even said they could hear someone crying.

The ghost story I’d prepared was just loosely based on things I’d read online, but it turned out that a very similar story had been circulating at our school. But… Wait a second. Flowy blue hair on the rooftop? Surely, it wasn’t…

Y/N: Are you sure it’s not just a student who has long hair? Like a senior who spends all their time on the rooftop, for example… Classmate 2: They might be there right now. Let’s go check!

I guess there really is power in numbers. But what were we gonna do if an actual ghost showed up?!

E.A) Lead the way for your friends.

Y/N: Hey! Everyone, follow me. I’ll reveal the truth of this ghost story!

Excited for the adventure, I led my friends to the rooftop. They’d definitely be surprised to see who the real protagonist of the ghost story was, right?

Locked Door: Rattle. Rattle rattle rattle… Classmate 1: Hmph, forget this…

The door to the rooftop was locked. Too bad.

~BAD ENDING~

E.B) Follow your friends carefully.

Worried what my friends would do if they discovered it was Serena on the rooftop, I simply followed them quietly. While I hoped that no one would disturb her when she was simply watching the moon all alone, I thought I should follow my friends because of what they’d told me earlier.

Y/N: What if… Serena is actually up there crying on her own? Door Opening: Rattle.

Classmate 1: Is this the rooftop? There’s nothing here though? Classmate 2: I guess we scared the ghost away. Classmate 3: Haha! That’s rich coming from someone who was trembling for fear just moments ago.

My friends’ chatter continued as they made their way down the stairs again. Of course, I knew exactly where to find the blue-haired girl. I climbed the ladder on the rooftop to the place best suited for moon-watching, and called out Serena’s name.

Y/N: Serena…? Are you here?

Serena peeked out from above, and her eyes widened before she smiled at the sight of me.

Serena Faire: You started me. You always show up right when I need you. Y/N: Can I go up? Serena Faire: Please.

As I made my way up, Serena patted her knee as if beckoning a cat to her. Her nonchalant attitude startled me, but before I knew it, I rested my head on her knee as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Serena Faire: I come here quite often, you see. Serena Faire: When you’re happy, when you’re sad… Watching the moon from here helps you forget all your worldly concerns and calms you down. Y/N: Then, can I ask… Do you cry sometimes, too?

Serena didn’t answer me. Even so, I felt like I knew the answer.

Serena Faire: The human world is so complicated. Sometimes, I have a hard time keeping up with it. Serena Faire: And it’s so lonesome, too. I want to become stronger. Like the moon, beautiful in her solitude… Y/N: I think I understand how you feel.

We stayed like that, holding hands and comforting each for long enough to feel the stars traveling the sky above us. Words were unneeded to express our feelings.

F) The school's science department.

Horror Fan: Okay, so this is a story I heard before but I can’t remember all the details… Mischievous Student: Pfft: If you can’t remember the details, how are you going to tell the story? Y/N: The lab…?

Lily must know about this story since she’s always in the lab, right?

Y/N: Hey, I have a friend who I think will know all about the lab ghost story. I’ll get all the details and be right back!

On my way to the lab, I saw a student pass the door to the lab before stopping to look at me.

Unruly Student: Hey! You’re Y/N, the student who got chocolate hearts in your locker! Y/N: Days have passed since then… Can you let it go? Unruly Student: Haha, it’s just so unexpected, that’s all. I heard you still haven’t found out who it’s from? Unruly Student: Don’t tell me… Did you put them there for attention?

Just as I was about to tell the other student off for being so rude, the door to the lab opened on its own, without a sound.

Unruly Student: Huh? EEEK!

CRASH!

Y/N: Aaaah! Someone has fallen down the stairs! Someone call the nurse!

A few moments later… I carefully entered the lab.

Y/N: …Lily. Lily White: Ah, Y/N! There you are!

Lily welcomed me as usual. But…

Y/N: Lily, a student fell down the stairs outside the lab just now.

Lily blinked and stared ahead, a blank expression on her face. Her eyes focused once again upon me, her voice was calm and almost serene.

Lily White: …Yes, I was the one responsible. I honestly wanted to do something much, much worse. But I managed to refrain from doing so. Y/N: I…

What… What could I say to that?

F.A) What an insane thing to do!

Y/N: What an insane thing to do! Y/N: You can* just hurt people because they’re saying bad things about me, Lily! *actual text Lily White: Why not? That student didn’t even pretend to listen or care when you told them to stop. Lily White: If words don’t work, you just have to show them through actions, right? Y/N: …But! Lily White: Why are you getting angry at me? I did this for you! Lily White: It’s not like it’s that weird for students to push each other a bit! I was just protecting you!

We continued to argue, but in the end, we couldn’t come to an understanding and had to go our separate ways.

F.B) I’m glad you’re concerned for me. But…

Y/N: I’m glad you’re concerned for me. But… Y/N: I don’t want you to hurt other students for me. You listening to me and understanding how I feel means so much more to me. Y/N: Like the day I first met you, where you comforted me from the other side of the door. Y/N: So from now on, promise me that you’ll be there for me, comforting me. Please? Lily White: … Lily White: Alright, thank you for explaining it so nicely. I’ll apologize to that student later.

The weird atmosphere changed back to normal, and we had a good chat before I went left* the lab. *actual text

I can’t believe that story was about a student I know so well… I really feel like I’ve stumbled upon something big here.

Everyone is bound to ask about the secret of the story when I come to school tomorrow… What do I do?

I need to come up with another story as a cover-up.

I can’t tell anyone about what happened today… After all, it’s a secret between us and should be kept that way.

As I swore I would keep the secret, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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