Heaven's Lost Property Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

The next couple of days were a literal blur of lights for Tomoki. He transformed from himself to Tomoko so often that he didn't know who was who.

He had needed to lie, regularly and concisely just to excuse the fact no one ever saw the two in the same room. He began frequently leaving classes on complaints of stomach and headaches. All the while Tomoko would meet up with Mikako to organise the bikini competition.

But at least, he thought to himself as he ran home to Ikaros, I know why the girls are all being so secretive and distant from the boys. He passed more than one group of frustrated, angsty youths who were brushed off by all the girls. They struggled to understand why the opposite sex had suddenly snapped into long phases of isolation and then social hangouts. But these hangouts only consisted of other ladies.

But tomorrow will all be worth it my friends, think of all the fun that I've bought you. Two days of moody women will be no match for the impressive line up of the spontaneous school event.

Tomoko had been the main organiser for the event, excusing her seemingly boundless time to private tutoring to "raise her academic level of achievement to one suitable for entering the final stages of secondary education".

Tomoki knew that the only reason the females had agreed to the most ridiculous and erotic proposal that the school had ever hosted was because of one thing. Ikaros. He knew that after the contest and perhaps a little bit more aftet that, he would be required to let Ikaros attend high school.

I was going to do it anyway, he protested to himself, I just wanted to have more time to train her around humans. Let her understand our ways and customs, schedules, bells, homework. teachers, so much to learn and know.

But it had become apparent that Ikaros no longer had a grace period. The other night the principal had been checking on him as per usual and had seen her there. He had insisted Ikaros attend school, his parents "would have wanted it".

You know, even I'm having your parents go on an impromptu vacation to the Carribean is great. I don't see why he has to check on me every Friday.

He sprinted down the final corner before his street. Houses passed in a blur, weird lady's, catperson, farmer, farmer, farmer, Sohara... His.