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Chapter 1– Pagoda no Michi
Footsteps reverberate in his ear as the bottom of his shoes meet the pavement. The breeze blows through, hushing the chatter of the people about to a near deaf hum. Sun rays beam down heavy but the cool breeze alleviates the heat. Children play, teenage girls prattle on and giggle, and cars whizz by down the street; but all is unnoticed as the scene replays over and over in his head.
Earlier that week, Kasanoda Ritsu had been rejected by Fujioka Haurhi. He accepted it but it was a pretty hard blow. Word spread throughout the school and since then, he has been swarmed by all the 'bleeding hearts' of Ouran that had been touched by his story. The 'walking blizzard' was officially a thing of the past. He was now easily one of the most popular people at Ouran Academy, but this overnight fame came to be just a little overwhelming. He only hoped that things would calm down in another week.
Ritsu looked over the note of his resolve on his arm; "I will protect Fujioka's secret for my entire life". He tried to imagine an 'entire life' with Haruhi but he couldn't even imagine the first date. Maybe Haruhi was too complicated to visualize a simple date. Maybe it just meant that none of it was fated to be. He tried to belay these thoughts as she made it clear to him that they were just friends, at least as far as he understood. Still, it was his first crush. He knew he had to but how could he just forget those feelings?
Freeing himself from his thoughts and delving back into reality, he noted that everything in sight was starting to catch fire. Titian and crimson hued everything but the shadowed places it could no longer reach. To couple with the fading day, Ritsu didn't recognize where he was at all. He had missed his turn way back in the corner reaches of his distracted mind.
The street was lined with Japanese pagoda trees, each branch swaying in and out enticing all wandering travelers to come closer. Ritsu ignored the call and turned to leave when he heard a soft beautiful sound. The wind carried the tune of sadness to him and returned him to it. With each passing step, each note, every crescendo, he drew nearer to the end of the pagoda street. By the stop of pagoda, he came to a shrine on a lake surrounded by shidareyanagi trees. He had found the place where the fae folk dance. The trees swayed in a waltz. The waters rippled into a ballet. The wind whirled and twirled around and around as all came together to dance to the music that filled the air. And resting in the shade of one lonely shidareyanagi, was the fairy that the sound originated.
The person under the tree played a wind instrument but he couldn't see who of what instrument. He moved in closer for a better view, stealthily and quiet so his presence wouldn't disturb the melody. The first thing he saw was gokurakuchō flowers on a cerulean, furisode kimono.
A young woman was playing a tsuchibue as the wind brushed the willow wisps over her arms. The evanescent sunlight glimmered through the wisps cunningly shining light at the will of the wind to accent her song and stunning features. Her hair was like cinnamon and would have followed the dance of the land about her were it not tied up. she was incredibly striking but her music was so cheerless. He couldn't stop staring as he tried to move around the tree he concealed himself under to see if her face matches the beauty of the rest of her.
Before he could draw any closer, a middle-aged woman appeared. The elder woman seized the young girl by the arm and yanked her to her feet. Ritsu watched as she snatched the tsuchibue from her hands and waved it in her face threateningly before throwing it into the lake. The girl struggled to retrieve it but the older woman held tightly to the crooks of her elbows and pulled her away into the shrine.
Once they were far enough away, Ritsu – being the kind person he was – went into the shallow waters to look for the tsuchibue. Daylight slowly became discolored and the first street light lit the path of the night walkers. Ready to cut his losses, he hand brushed against something neither rock nor mud. He took hold of it and pulled up the tsuchibue.
He turned towards the shrine just in time to see the girl, the woman, and a few body guards pile into a limousine. At that moment, his eyes met hers just before she disappeared into the car. A surge of warmth rushed through his body in that instant. Something in him told him he had just encountered fate.
A/N: Thanks for reading my story. I thought Kasanoda could use a bigger part and since he's having trouble with love, why not help him out. Now B4 I lose my faculties, I just have to do it; *SQEALS LIKE A FAN GIRL* HIS HAIR IS SO RED!
Yup, I have a red-head moe. I also have a thing for bare shoulders so he's going to be whering them alot. Please feel free to leave any comments, they're much appreciated. I'd love to know any way that I can improve.