Kyou: See? Don’t look so dumb
to others, you fool…
Tohru: Yes!
Kyou: Be more serious to others when you’re alone. Someone might kidnap you if you don’t.
Tohru: Yes!
Kyou: You always look so dumb when you’re alone.
Tohru: Eh?
Kyou: Well… you can relax when I’m with you.
Tohru: Yes!
Kyou: That didn’t really mean anything special! Don’t misunderstand okay?
Tohru: Something special?
President: How dare you not to tuck your shirt in and have your orange hair!
It’s totally against our school rules!
Although Prince Yuki can forgive you, I can never forgive you because I’m the
school president, Takei Makoto!
And WE ARE THE NATIONAL SCHOOL DEFENSE PARTY!
Kyou, Yuki and Haru: One more idiot comes.
Makoto: What are you guys doing here? Hatsuharu Souma!
What happened to your hair? Why is it white?
Yuki: President, his hair is always like that.
Makoto: Oh… is that true, Yuki? Then why is his hair black on the bottom?
Yuki: It has always been like that.
Makoto: I can’t believe that! Prove it!
Tohru: We are in trouble. We can’t say his hair is like that because he’s a cow.
Makoto: And what is this uniform you’re wearing, Souma Momiji!
That’s the girl’s uniform! Don’t you have any pride as a boy? You will embarrass all the boys in this school by wearing that uniform!
Momiji: But it looks good on me.
Tohru: Ummm… please stop picking on him.
Makoto: I’m not picking on anybody here, Honda Tohru. I’m perfectly doing my normal duty!
Haru: Shut up.
You are playing with my temper, you annoying geek!
Now you listen to me. Talking annoyingly like that doesn’t count as your school rule?
Picking on someone like that doesn’t count as school rule, right?
Do you think you can do anything you want?
So you think you are God eh?
Kyou, Yuki, Tohru, Momiji: Haru’s black mood…
Haru: Then say something God! Why don’t you do something?!?
Kyou: Hey, leave that idiot alone.
Haru: I don’t want to, idiot cat! Why don’t you stop me, idiot cat?!
Kyou: Don’t call me an idiot, you fat cow!
Haru: Whose side are you on, idiot?!
Kyou: I don’t know, idiot!
Haru: You… you wanna fight?!?
Kyou: Bring it on anytime!
Momiji: Honda, you want some candy?
Tohru: Momiji…
Haru(to two girl assistants of Makoto): Hey girls, what’s up?
Kyou: Don’t flirt with them!
Haru: What do you think girls? Don’t you think Momiji looks good on that uniform?
He can wear the boy uniform later, right? Imagine Momiji in his boy uniform!
Girls: WOW!
Makoto: Don’t be tricked by him!
Haru: It’s best to wear the uniform that looks good on you right?
Makoto: Be quiet you ! That’s still against the SCHOOL RULES!
Haru: You are really annoying. Imagine Yuki in girl’s uniform then!
Makoto: Good…
Yuki: Hatsuharu, if you talk about me like that again, I will never see you again.
Haru: Ok, ok. Don’t be angry.
Makoto: VERY GOOD!
Yuki: Stop imagining me!
Makoto: Hatsuharu is a pretty strict opponent. But I will never stop
until your white hair is proved!
(Haru drags Makoto to the boys CR.) Wait… Haru… wait… wait… hey… hey!
(The boys CR close. After a few minutes they come out.)
Makoto: That certainly proves it. The world is full of mysteries.
Kyou: Did he show him?
Yuki: He showed him!
Makoto: Hatsuharu! Although I lose today, I will never forgive you!
Momiji: Why did they come anyways?
Kyou and Yuki: I don’t know.
Tohru: Hatsuharu, how did you prove that your hair was normal?
Haru: Oh would you like to find out Tohru?
Torhu: Huh?
(Kyou and Yuki silences Haru with their fists. ^_^)
Kyou: Black Haru is always our of control.
Hatori: If there is someone who can hurt another, then there is always someone who can help that person.
Shigure: And that helpful someone gives courage and hope to the one who is hurt.
Tohru is the helpful someone, right?
Tohru is very cute too, you know?
Hatori: When you say that, it doesn’t really sound right.
Yuki: There was always something that I wanted.
Friends that I could depend on. Things that I would never forget.
Home that I could go back to.
Place where everyone laughs and smiles.
Being a person, who can keep his friends.
Warm place.
Warm people.
They are real!
They are right here.
