Hanako & Warship 111 (Hana-chan)
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Harry Leferts
Wanting to distract her and get rid of the awkwardness, Harry gave her a smile. "So... You really like Yūrei no kōkan gakusei, Myrtle-Chan!', huh?"
Quickly nodding, Hanako held the book close to her chest. "Like it? I love it!" Looking down at the book, she let out a sigh before smiling. "It's great to actually see someone like a Hanako portrayed well in a book."
Interested, Harry gave a blink. "Portrayed well?"
Glancing at him, the Yokai wagged her finger. "Have you ever seen how us Hanako and other washroom spirits are portrayed?"
Eyebrows furrowing, Harry eventually shook his head. "I... can't say that it's something that I've really thought all that much about." At her raised eyebrow, he chuckled weakly. "Um, sorry?"
Only sighing, Hanako looked down. "We don't really appear all that often. And when we do, it's pretty much in one of two ways." She held up a hand with one finger extended. "It's either horror in which we kill people... Not that Hanako really do that, just..." Pausing, a blush crossed her face. "Just some that are really mean."
Slowly, Harry nodded. "So like how there are good people, okay people, and bad people, it's the same with Hanako?"
Perking up, Hanako nodded. "Exactly! But, um... right! So either we appear in horror where we're really bad, right? Or else we appear as big jokes. An excuse for, well..."
Lips twitching, Harry nodded some. "Toilet humor?"
A grimace on her face, Hanako nodded. "Um, yes? I mean, I've seen Yokai Watch and how there's a Hanako there who uses her toilet as a stage to be an Idol in! And then she goes everywhere to scare people, which is not how Hanako act! Or something else that makes us look like a bunch of fools!"
With a glance at her, Harry scratched the back of his head. "Huh, I got to admit it, I never really thought of it that way. I mean, it can't be fun for Hanako when that's how they are portrayed, right?"
Just giving a huff, Hanako nodded. "Yeah!" Then she sighed and looked down at the manga in her hand. "But that's what makes Yūrei no kōkan gakusei, Myrtle-Chan! So great. She's a washroom ghost just like us Hanako, but she's the main character! And she's not treated as a big joke because she lives in a washroom. She's given respect despite it."
Considering it, Harry hummed. "That's true enough actually. She is given a lot of respect despite being a washroom ghost in the manga."
Silently, Hanako opened the manga to one page in particular which shows a screaming Myrtle kicking an Aka Manto who was being a pervert in the face. "She's soo cool though. I mean, she's the sort of being that many Hanako would want to be like. Kind of wish that I could meet her for real."
Deep in thought, Harry nodded and didn't realize what sort of reaction his next words might get. "Yeah, Aunt Myrtle probably wouldn't mind either." Not hearing anything, he came to a stop and blinked at the frozen Hanako. "Um, is something wrong?"
Jaw dropping, Hanako stared at him for several moments before rushing over to him. "A-Aunt Myrtle? Y-you know her? I mean, she's actually real!?"
Leaning back a bit, Harry thought back to what he said and then slowly nodded with an unsure look. "Um, yes? I mean, Aunt Myrtle is real and everything... though the manga is only sort of based on her?"
Hanako boggled at him for a moment before letting out a squeal that made Harry wince. Then she grabbed him by his shirt and, before he knew it, he was in the library seated in a chair with the excited Hanako in front of him bouncing in her seat. "Eeee! You know Myrtle-San? And she's real!?" When he nodded again, she bounced even more. "Eeee! Wait..." Pausing, the Yokai frowned. "Why do you call her Aunt Myrtle?"
Still shaking off his shock at everything, Harry stared at her for a moment before shrugging. "Um, she was the sweetheart for my Great-Great Uncle way back before the Second World War and before she died in the washroom she haunts."
Pulling a notebook from nowhere, Hanako wrote down something and nodded. "So Myrtle-San died before the Second World War? And haunts the washroom she died in?" When Harry nodded, her smile only grew. "Oh! That is so cool! It means that she really is like a Hanako! Is it a school washroom?"
Very slowly, Harry nodded. "Yes? I mean, she haunts one of the girl's washrooms in the school that I go to in Scotland..."
By the time that Hanako was finally finished with her questions, it was getting on in the afternoon. Harry staggered out of the school completely out of sorts due to the rapid fire questions that were given to him by the Yokai. As behind him the door was locked by Hanako, she waved at him with a happy smile. "Thanks for answering my questions, Harry-San! Hope that you have a good day!"
Just waving back at her, Harry turned towards his bike and was soon leaving the school behind him. 'That... was really, really odd.' He then frowned some in thought. 'I wonder what Aunt Myrtle would say if I mentioned what happened to her?'
As he was biking near the crepe shop, he heard a voice call out to him. "Harry-Chan!" Coming to a stop, he noticed a smiling Shinano waving at him. "Harry-Chan! Over here!"
With a smile on his face, Harry made his way over and looked up at his much taller friend. "Hi, Shinano-Chan! Is something going on?"
There was a bright smile on her face as she nodded some. "Hm-mm. Actually... there's someone that I want you to meet." Grabbing Harry's hand, Shinano pulled him over to the crepe store and came to a stop. "I want you to meet my Imouto, Hana-Chan!"
Eyes wide, Harry looked at the girl in front of him. She looked like a nine or ten year old, except she was tall. As a matter of fact, Hana was actually a full head taller then Harry despite him being almost three years later. "Imouto?"
Said girl smiled brightly and Harry could tell it was similar to Shinano's own. "Hai! I'm Warship 111, or that's what they tell me." She frowned briefly before shrugging. "But I'm a Yamato class Battleship, or Carrier... Don't really know."
Adjusting her glasses, Shinano patted Hana's head with a hum. "Well, um, we won't know until you're older and more fully... built." However, the Carrier just smiled. "But I'm sure that you'll be great! Onee-Sama and Onee-Chan think so and so do I."
Beaming up at her, she then turned to Harry and tilted her head before walking around him. Once she did a full examination, she bowed some. "Hello, my name is Hana and I'm nine! You must be Harry-San, Shinano-Nee is always telling me all about you!"
Confused, Harry looked at Shinano who had a blush on her face and was looking away. "She does? Really?"
With a nod, Hana smiled even more. "That's right! She told me about how you helped her and everything! And that you're one of her best friends."
Now smiling at Shinano, Harry missed the look on Hana's face. Then he turned back to her and she was just smiling. "Well, she's one of my best friends as well."
And before he could react, Hana grabbed his hand and began to drag him along. "Great! I want to ask you all sorts of things!"
For some odd reason, Harry could not help but flashback to what had happened with Hanako. Thus he wished to whoever was listening that it would not be like that, not at all. He kept asking that even as he was brought to a chair and sat down.
It turned out that no one was listening, or perhaps were too busy laughing at him.
Wanting to distract her and get rid of the awkwardness, Harry gave her a smile. "So... You really like Yūrei no kōkan gakusei, Myrtle-Chan!', huh?"
Quickly nodding, Hanako held the book close to her chest. "Like it? I love it!" Looking down at the book, she let out a sigh before smiling. "It's great to actually see someone like a Hanako portrayed well in a book."
Interested, Harry gave a blink. "Portrayed well?"
Glancing at him, the Yokai wagged her finger. "Have you ever seen how us Hanako and other washroom spirits are portrayed?"
Eyebrows furrowing, Harry eventually shook his head. "I... can't say that it's something that I've really thought all that much about." At her raised eyebrow, he chuckled weakly. "Um, sorry?"
Only sighing, Hanako looked down. "We don't really appear all that often. And when we do, it's pretty much in one of two ways." She held up a hand with one finger extended. "It's either horror in which we kill people... Not that Hanako really do that, just..." Pausing, a blush crossed her face. "Just some that are really mean."
Slowly, Harry nodded. "So like how there are good people, okay people, and bad people, it's the same with Hanako?"
Perking up, Hanako nodded. "Exactly! But, um... right! So either we appear in horror where we're really bad, right? Or else we appear as big jokes. An excuse for, well..."
Lips twitching, Harry nodded some. "Toilet humor?"
A grimace on her face, Hanako nodded. "Um, yes? I mean, I've seen Yokai Watch and how there's a Hanako there who uses her toilet as a stage to be an Idol in! And then she goes everywhere to scare people, which is not how Hanako act! Or something else that makes us look like a bunch of fools!"
With a glance at her, Harry scratched the back of his head. "Huh, I got to admit it, I never really thought of it that way. I mean, it can't be fun for Hanako when that's how they are portrayed, right?"
Just giving a huff, Hanako nodded. "Yeah!" Then she sighed and looked down at the manga in her hand. "But that's what makes Yūrei no kōkan gakusei, Myrtle-Chan! So great. She's a washroom ghost just like us Hanako, but she's the main character! And she's not treated as a big joke because she lives in a washroom. She's given respect despite it."
Considering it, Harry hummed. "That's true enough actually. She is given a lot of respect despite being a washroom ghost in the manga."
Silently, Hanako opened the manga to one page in particular which shows a screaming Myrtle kicking an Aka Manto who was being a pervert in the face. "She's soo cool though. I mean, she's the sort of being that many Hanako would want to be like. Kind of wish that I could meet her for real."
Deep in thought, Harry nodded and didn't realize what sort of reaction his next words might get. "Yeah, Aunt Myrtle probably wouldn't mind either." Not hearing anything, he came to a stop and blinked at the frozen Hanako. "Um, is something wrong?"
Jaw dropping, Hanako stared at him for several moments before rushing over to him. "A-Aunt Myrtle? Y-you know her? I mean, she's actually real!?"
Leaning back a bit, Harry thought back to what he said and then slowly nodded with an unsure look. "Um, yes? I mean, Aunt Myrtle is real and everything... though the manga is only sort of based on her?"
Hanako boggled at him for a moment before letting out a squeal that made Harry wince. Then she grabbed him by his shirt and, before he knew it, he was in the library seated in a chair with the excited Hanako in front of him bouncing in her seat. "Eeee! You know Myrtle-San? And she's real!?" When he nodded again, she bounced even more. "Eeee! Wait..." Pausing, the Yokai frowned. "Why do you call her Aunt Myrtle?"
Still shaking off his shock at everything, Harry stared at her for a moment before shrugging. "Um, she was the sweetheart for my Great-Great Uncle way back before the Second World War and before she died in the washroom she haunts."
Pulling a notebook from nowhere, Hanako wrote down something and nodded. "So Myrtle-San died before the Second World War? And haunts the washroom she died in?" When Harry nodded, her smile only grew. "Oh! That is so cool! It means that she really is like a Hanako! Is it a school washroom?"
Very slowly, Harry nodded. "Yes? I mean, she haunts one of the girl's washrooms in the school that I go to in Scotland..."
By the time that Hanako was finally finished with her questions, it was getting on in the afternoon. Harry staggered out of the school completely out of sorts due to the rapid fire questions that were given to him by the Yokai. As behind him the door was locked by Hanako, she waved at him with a happy smile. "Thanks for answering my questions, Harry-San! Hope that you have a good day!"
Just waving back at her, Harry turned towards his bike and was soon leaving the school behind him. 'That... was really, really odd.' He then frowned some in thought. 'I wonder what Aunt Myrtle would say if I mentioned what happened to her?'
As he was biking near the crepe shop, he heard a voice call out to him. "Harry-Chan!" Coming to a stop, he noticed a smiling Shinano waving at him. "Harry-Chan! Over here!"
With a smile on his face, Harry made his way over and looked up at his much taller friend. "Hi, Shinano-Chan! Is something going on?"
There was a bright smile on her face as she nodded some. "Hm-mm. Actually... there's someone that I want you to meet." Grabbing Harry's hand, Shinano pulled him over to the crepe store and came to a stop. "I want you to meet my Imouto, Hana-Chan!"
Eyes wide, Harry looked at the girl in front of him. She looked like a nine or ten year old, except she was tall. As a matter of fact, Hana was actually a full head taller then Harry despite him being almost three years later. "Imouto?"
Said girl smiled brightly and Harry could tell it was similar to Shinano's own. "Hai! I'm Warship 111, or that's what they tell me." She frowned briefly before shrugging. "But I'm a Yamato class Battleship, or Carrier... Don't really know."
Adjusting her glasses, Shinano patted Hana's head with a hum. "Well, um, we won't know until you're older and more fully... built." However, the Carrier just smiled. "But I'm sure that you'll be great! Onee-Sama and Onee-Chan think so and so do I."
Beaming up at her, she then turned to Harry and tilted her head before walking around him. Once she did a full examination, she bowed some. "Hello, my name is Hana and I'm nine! You must be Harry-San, Shinano-Nee is always telling me all about you!"
Confused, Harry looked at Shinano who had a blush on her face and was looking away. "She does? Really?"
With a nod, Hana smiled even more. "That's right! She told me about how you helped her and everything! And that you're one of her best friends."
Now smiling at Shinano, Harry missed the look on Hana's face. Then he turned back to her and she was just smiling. "Well, she's one of my best friends as well."
And before he could react, Hana grabbed his hand and began to drag him along. "Great! I want to ask you all sorts of things!"
For some odd reason, Harry could not help but flashback to what had happened with Hanako. Thus he wished to whoever was listening that it would not be like that, not at all. He kept asking that even as he was brought to a chair and sat down.
It turned out that no one was listening, or perhaps were too busy laughing at him.