Summary: Saturday afternoon, and Sakuno has some sleuthy detective work to do. Namely: whatever does Ryoma want for Christmas? Well, he's just trying to get his homework done. She doesn't notice. An interrogation--if you can call it an interrogation--takes place, and we can only conclude in the aftermath that neither of them are very good at this sort of thing. Is the operation a success? Will Ryoma catch on to Sakuno's blatant lack of subtlety? And, perhaps most important of all, can dedicated studies triumph over detectives?
*Ryoma sit in the library, a number of open books in front of him, scribbling away at his homework. It's not difficult but he's like to get it done before practice so he can go home and watch TV or something. Meanwhile, from a dark corner, the stalker--er, Sakuno--watches uneasily. Does this scenario seem a little familiar?*
Ryoma: hmmm...*history history history... still had chemistry to go through too... blah to Japanese schools*
Sakuno: ::approaches nervously--is she interrupting him?:: Ah . . . Ryoma-kun . . . .
Sakuno: ::she hopes she isn't looking too suspicious. Does she look too suspicious? Maybe he thinks she's weird, coming into the library like this? Aah, she should have thought of an excuse or something because he must know she's acting funny and she didn't want him to pick up on anything . . . .::
Ryoma: Ryoma *repeats slowly still staring at his homework* ....Sak--
Sakuno: O--oh! Ryoma-kun, hello, I, uh--
Ryoma: Sakamoto, *more mumbling, scribbles something down* one of the heros of the Meiji revolution.... hmmm
Sakuno: . . . huh?
Sakuno: . . . ::he must not have noticed her . . .::
Ryoma: *is completely oblivious to her presence... history is sooo engrossing*
Sakuno: ::fidgets uncomfortably for a second before deciding on a second approach; she scoots away, slowly, trying to think of an . . . alibi, or something::
Sakuno: ::attempt number two: after gathering her courage she rushes over, suddenly:: Ah, Ryoma-kun! I--just--uh . . . I just noticed you over here, I hope I'm not bothering you, I'm just completely lost and can you come over help me with my math homework?
Sakuno: ::does that sound natural? she, uh, hopes so::
Ryoma: *looks up slowly.... blinks, oh it's that girl again... what did she say... something about math?* huh?
Sakuno: My math homework. Aah, I hope I'm not bothering you . . . .
Ryoma: ummm... okay I guess. *makes a little room on the table that he's more than taken over*
Sakuno: Oh! Thank you. ::tries to find room to sit down::
Ryoma: *grunts and goes back to his homework... has apparently forgotten that she asked for help*
Sakuno: ::sets down her backpack on the ground next to her as she settles in; she's too busy looking down at the table now to notice Ryoma's lack of attention:: Ah . . . I, actually . . . .
Ryoma: *scribbling notes and mumbling things to himself ... oh how thankful he is that his father considers tennis more important than education, he could have ended up in cram school ontop of this*
Sakuno: ::still oblivious, she begins to babble:: Actually, um, I haven't really started my math, and I don't really need help--not right now, I mean, it's not that I'm good at math because it's still really confusing but there isn't anything especially that I'm confused on so I don't exactly need someone to help me with it, so I guess I kind of, ah--well, that wasn't exactly true, when I said I needed your help, which I hope you don't mind.
Ryoma: *totally not listening at all* no it's okay..
Sakuno: I, um, actually wanted to--::ask what you want for Christmas? no . . .::--t--talk. ::she takes a deep breath, trying to phrase this completely innocently:: D--do you, uh, have . . . anything in particular that you like?
Sakuno: ::tenses suddenly:: I mean--ah--not as a present, or anything like that, that's not what I meant, but just things you like! Like . . . aah, I don't know, I'm just . . . I was, uh, wondering.
Ryoma: *taps his pen thoughtfully* Tezuka.... *hmmm and scribbles down more notes*
*below reads a passage out of Ryoma's textbook: The Meiji period was one of fast modernization where Japan became a country that could complete with the Western world. Eventally Japan came to completely overtake and revolutionalize many markets including but not limited to electronics with companies like Sony, automobiles with Toyota and Honda, and animation with founding fathers like Tezuka Osamu*
Sakuno: W--what? ::Tezuka . . . that's . . . the captain of the tennis club, right? Why did he say that?::
Ryoma: *blissfully oblivious*
Sakuno: Ah . . . ::flounders helplessly:: What do you, ah, mean, Tezuka?
Ryoma: *blinks and looks up again* huh? I'm sorry what were you saying?
Sakuno: I--you just, um, said "Tezuka," and I was asking you what you liked, and I don't really understand . . . .
Ryoma: *thinks Astroboy is a little overplayed* Yeah I guess I like him, he's not bad. *goes back to homework*
Sakuno: ::uwah, this is bad, she can't very well get him Tezuka-senpai for Christmas:: Are there, ah . . . any other things you like? Um, not people things.
Ryoma: *frowns, doesn't understand what his likes have to do with history* why do you ask?
Sakuno: ::oh. oh. this is the question she's been dreading beyond compare, he does know she's up to something, what is she going to do?:: Aah! I--uh--I mean--no reason, really, nothing important, I'm just wondering! I mean . . . I didn't, um, know, and . . . I thought I should--not for anything important, not at all, I'm just curious . . . .
Ryoma: *is now confused* Uhh... I like science *looks longly at his chemistry homework*
Sakuno: . . . Science? ::blinks, baffled::
Ryoma: *thinks* and tennis of course, and my cat
Sakuno: ::nods, slowly, noting with distress that she's not getting any ideas::
Sakuno: Is there . . . ah . . . anything you want that you, uh, don't have?
Ryoma: *tilts his head and stares at her*
Sakuno: N--not for any particular reason!
Ryoma: *murmurs too softly for her to hear* girls are so weird
Ryoma: I could use ..... hmmm
Ryoma: .....actually I'm starting to run out of erasers *is proud of himself!*
Sakuno: ::completely dumfounded:: . . . Erasers.
Ryoma: *shakes his head and goes back to his homework* they never seem to last as long as you need them...
Sakuno: I--I guess . . . .
Sakuno: But that's . . . all you can think of, though? Really?
Ryoma: Ma nee... I don't really need much.
Sakuno: ::nods; she's actually a little disappointed, because she isn't any less helpless than she was before, but . . . well, she can't go on asking him any more, can she? He might figure it out:: I . . . well, that's, um, good, I guess. You must be happy.
Sakuno: So . . . yeah . . . I guess that's, ah, all I have to say--I probably shouldn't be distracting you anymore, you have to work . . . .
Ryoma: *is back to his history, mumbles something affirmitive and nods*
Sakuno: . . . Thank you. ::stands up and awkwardly gathers her things::
Sakuno: G--good luck on your homework . . . .
Ryoma: eh? yeah sure... okay.. *scribbles more notes*
Sakuno: ::scoots away::
::and with the stalker vanquished, our brave, dedicated student can return again to his studies!::