||[Feb. 24th, 2007|10:51 pm]
The Eyeshield 21 RP community
Onishi walked pointedly towards Mizumachi's classroom, an irate look on his face. He had just finished interrogating Ohira, who insisted that even though he found the situation hilarious, he didn't have the glasses. That left one prime suspect. He was about to get to the bottom of this caper of the disappearing glasses.|
Mizumachi leaned back in his chair, balancing precariously on the back two legs of it. Hands tucked behind his head, he scrunched his nose up, making Onishi's glasses move up and down in front of his eyes. "Cool," he mumbled, grinning.
Onishi stood in the doorway, scanning the room for the yellow blob better known as Mizumachi's hair. Spotting him, he stomped over. "Mizumachi!"
Mizumachi let the glasses fall down below his eyes and looked up at Onishi. "Oh. Hey," he greeted his team mate. "What's up?" he asked. Jeez, Onishi was, like, blind.
"Where are my glasses?" Onishi demanded, frowning. "Ohira said he doesn't have him. That leaves you."
Mizumachi grinned even wider, sensing possibilities. "I don't really know," he answered. "He probably lost them or something, 'cause I don't have anything." He moved back a little farther - from the completely blurred vision he got when he looked through the glasses, he'd be safe - Onishi wouldn't be able to see the glasses right in front of him.
"Ohira may be a fool, but he isn't much of a liar." Onishi narrowed his eyes. "You have my glasses. I know you have my glasses. You've probably hid them on me or something, and I want them back. Now." He glared angrily at Mizumachi, though the effect was most likely ruined by the fact he was not actually glaring at Mizumachi, but half an inch to the left of him.
"Well...maybe he scrunched 'em. Kakei can't have a blind disciple..." Mizumachi pointed out.
The blind boy put his hand up to his face in a thoughtful gesture. "...you could be right. But that still does not lift you of suspicion."
"He's the last one who had 'em, wasn't he?" Just for fun, flaunting the glasses, he wiggled his nose up and down, making the glasses move again too.
"What?! He had them?!"
"I thought he was." Oops - had to cover his tracks. Given, Ohira did have them, but he'd handed them off to Mizumachi.
"Then who has them now?!" demanded Onishi, growing more irritable by the moment. He couldn't believe that Ohira had been in possession of his glasses and hadn't returned them to him. Well, that was the last time he ever helped that fool with his homework.
"I...guess he does?" Mizumachi answered, shrugging. Leaning forward back onto all four legs of the chair, he picked up his pencil, and poked at the nose piece of the glasses. They wiggled again, but were too big for his head, and fell off of his face this time.
He was blind, but there was nothing wrong with his hearing. "What was that?" Onishi asked, squinting at the ground in a futile attempt to see what had fallen.
"My...pencil," Mizumachi lied quickly, hiding the glasses underneath his hands.
"That sounded bigger than a pencil..." said Onishi suspiciously.
"It was a really big pencil."
"What are you hiding, Mizumachi?" Suddenly, something clicked in his head. "THOSE BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN MY GLASSES THAT YOU DROPPED."
"What makes you say that?" Mizumachi quickly moved his hands back off the desk, hiding them underneath it.
"Because you're lying to me! Mizumachi, show me what's in your hands! Now!" demanded Onishi, slamming his hand down on the desk.
Dropping the glasses into his lap, he splayed his hands on the desk. Then, holding one up, he laughed. 'How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked.
"I don't know, three? That's not important! Just tell me what you've done with my glasses!"
"Four. And what makes you think I have them?"
"Close enough," snorted Onishi dismissively. "If you don't have them, you at very least know who does. Now either give me my glasses or give me a name!"
Inwardly, Mizumachi panicked, flailing his arms and running around in circles. Outwardly, he managed to keep a blank look on his face. "Otohime," he finally announced. A perfect scapegoat.
"Otohime?" repeated Onishi sceptically. "What would she want with my glasses?"
"She thinks they're cute," Mizumachi answered, nodding sagely. "Big thing for glasses, that girl."
"Are you positive she has them?" Onishi still was completely convinced, but it was a good guideline never to rule someone out completely.
"Completely," he lied.
"Fine. She'll be in the cafeteria right now, right?" Somehow Onishi figured that Mizumachi was likely to know something like that. Not waiting for an answer, he grabbed Mizumachi's arm, pulling him up. "You're coming with me, I want you close in case I find out you were lying to me."
Oh, crud. "Sure, sure," he agreed, standing up and shoving the glasses into his pocket as he followed after Onishi.
Otohime was in the cafeteria, just as Onishi had guessed. The girls at the table's heads all turned as Onishi and Mizumachi approached. Onishi gave a nod in greeting before starting on his, this time more subtle, accusations.
"Hello, Otohime. I'm sure you must be aware that I've recently had my glasses stolen. And Mizumachi here suggests that you of all people are the one who did it."
Mizumachi caught Otohime's eye, giving her a look that clearly asked her to play along. Otohime stared blankly at him, then turned to Onishi. Ah, now she got it. "Ummm...what sort of glasses are they again?" she asked innocently.
"The glasses that I wear every day. You know, black with thick frames. Have you seen them? Because Mizumachi here--" Onishi glared in said blonde's general direction, "says that you have."
... "You wear glasses?"
"Yes, I wear glasses," replied Onishi, rubbing his temple.
"Black glasses..." she said thoughtfully, as if thinking it over. Behind Onishi's back, Mizumachi slipped them on again, waggling his eyebrows at the table full of girls. They burst into a flurry of giggles, and Otohime smiled fondly at him.
Onishi glanced behind him, wanting to know what the girls were laughing at, only to see Mizumachi. And this time, he was close enough to see something that definitely did not belong on Mizumachi's face. His glasses.
Mizumachi's face fell. He grinned a bit sheepishly at Onishi. "These...uh, the glasses you're looking for?" he asked.
"HAVE YOU HAD THEM THIS WHOLE TIME?" Onishi grabbed his glasses and put them back on his own face, seeing clearly for the first time in a few days.
"Maaaaaaybe," Mizumachi sing-songed.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" raged Onishi. "I COULDN'T SEE, JUST SO THAT YOU COULD HAVE SOME FUN WITH MY GLASSES?"
"You did okay," Mizumachi pointed out. "Plus, I look good in glasses."
"I WALKED INTO THE GIRLS WASHROOM THREE TIMES, MIZUMACHI. THAT IS NOT OKAY!"
Mizumachi promptly fell over laughing. After a long, loooong moment, he finally got up again, wheezing and holding his sides. Pushing at his nose, mimicking Onishi's glasses, and raised his voice into a falsetto - "Oh, no! Where ever could I be?!"
Letting all pretense of dignity go, Onishi lunged at MIzumachi, intent on taking out his anger in a physical form. Mizumachi let out a rather undignified yelp and dodged back, running around the table of girls to put some distance between them. With his glasses back on his face, there was no way he was going to let Mizumachi get away. No more fading into the background.
"Get back here, coward!!"