Welcome everyone to my new story! I know that I haven't been updating my stories for a long time but don't worry, I'll make sure that there will be updates after my graduation which is on March 25. So until then, please wait.
This is also my very first RyoSaku fic here in FanFiction so please go easy on me.
Enjoy!
Title: Compulsion
Pairing: Sakuno Ryuzaki and Ryoma Echizen
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Reality…
Point of View: Third Person and also a narrative story.
Note: Italic is used when the person is thinking and Bold is for background music or change in setting.
Warning: Ratings may go up. Violence, physical and verbal abuse, sexual contents and any adult discussions included. No offensive actions to the readers intended. If you feel offended at the story's contents then please leave.
Summary: Sick of being scorned, Sakuno Ryuzaki believed that the only thing that can help her now is to use shortcuts…A.K.A. DRUGS.
Timeline: Setting set on High School.
Inspired by a certain Manga Book.
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Chapter 1: Insecurities
Sigh
"I wonder what's taking her so long."
A girl with long twin-braided auburn hair was patiently standing inside the dressing room, waiting for her boisterous friend who was still looking for various outfits for her to try on.
Of all the days that she could spoil, why Sunday? She would ask that repeatedly inside her mind, like a cassette tape that keeps on reeling over and over again. Her best friend said she's doing this for her sake. Not that Sakuno didn't appreciate her help but still, this is just too much.
Again, she sighed. Really, when would Tomoka quit doing this to her? It was only 6 o'clock in the morning and the high pigtailed girl already barged in to her room, mercilessly dragging her out of her deep slumber just to go shopping with her. It's even surprising that there's a department store open at this early hour.
"I should be sleeping at this time of hour than to be here." She complained lowly, careful not to let her noisy friend hear her from the outside.
"Here, wear this."
"Eh?"
Instantaneously, piles of clothing were tossed above the girl's head, almost covering her whole with it.
"Ah! Oof!" She grunted breathlessly under the thick fabrics.
"Oi Sakuno, are you alright in there?" A loud voice asked from outside the room.
The girl began pulling the clothes off, stammering out a quick reply. "Y-yes, I'm fine."
"Good then start wearing those clothes." The voice commanded.
"Okay" She answered, picking up the heap of clothes that were lying innocently on the cold floor.
She looked at them for a moment and then shook her head.
Simple but Sexy. It's very typical of you to choose this kind of wear, Tomo-chan.
"Sakuno…" came her friend's impatient murmur, tapping her foot in the process. "I didn't hear any sounds of you changing. We don't have all day you know."
Sakuno gave out an apologetic laugh, scratching the back of her thick auburn hair. "Sorry, I'll do it right away."
She started digging through the clothes. She had to admit. These clothes are very striking indeed.
She smiled once more. Tomo-chan really does have a good sense of fashion.
She expected that from her best friend of 5 years. Having boys stalking her wherever she goes, asking her almost every day to go out with them on a date…Tomoka is one of those popular girls in their school that had blossomed from a little duckling to a beautiful swan.
It all started when they reached 2nd year of their middle school. Apparently, some of Tomoka's body parts started changing due to puberty. Because of that, boys began treating her differently. Not as a young girl but a young woman like what she is today.
As for her, well it was a different story. When she was in middle school, people had different predictions of what she would look like when she gets older. With her innocent look and pretty face, everyone thought that she would be the one who would bear a raving beauty than her friend. However, things turned out really wrong as what they had forecasted to be.
It was the other way around.
Snapping back to reality, she was back to her digging business. She noticed that everything that her vociferous friend had chosen was too much for her own liking.
Not that she hates them. As a teenager, she knows that teens nowadays wore something fashionable and trendy. Not just teens but also the adults and the younger ones. In our age, everyone knows that fashion is something to be recognized of. It literally shows who you are as a person and what you are in life.
Sakuno once confesses that she too wanted to be like those people. However, as much as she wanted to, her body seems to be fighting against it.
You want to know why?
It is because Sakuno, the sweet, innocent and timid granddaughter of the infamous coach of Seigaku Middle School, is among those people who are slightly hefty.
In other words, she's admirably F.A.T.
She wasn't that fat really. She's more of a chubby kind of a person. You know…those cute people who had accidentally gained weight. You couldn't really say that she's overweight or plump.
She's just a little bit chubby.
The chubby girl breathed in almost audibly, turning around to take a good look at her self in front of the oval-shaped mirror.
At the sight that she was seeing right now was mind scaring. In her reflection was herself, wearing a micro mini black dress with floral pattern that sparks when it hits the sunlight. At the back were a red ribbon sticking out and a revealing cleavage in a v-shape form.
Don't get it wrong. The outfit wasn't bad at all. Actually, it's very sexy and very appealing to other people's sight. The one wearing it was the problem at hand though.
The clothing is too tight and too short for her. Not to mention that the material is made up of a very thin fabric with a tendency of tearing off if this keeps up any longer.
Sakuno diverted her eyes towards the door. "Tomo-chan, I don't think this would fit me either." She voiced out, stretching the fabric desperately to cover up the revealed lower portion of her body.
There was a creaking sound of the door and immediately, the said person appeared standing next to her.
She placed a reassuring hand to the braided girl's shoulder, also staring at her friend's mirror image before her.
She beamed a smile. "What are you talking about? That dress suits you well."
"But…" The girl started rather hesitantly, her eyes looking uncertain. "This dress…it's too thin and too short. I'd look like someone who just happens to mess herself pretty badly and this time I mean it."
The other girl rolled her eyes and dismissed the topic with a wave of a hand.
"Nonsense, you look fine with that dress. You look like a major superstar!" She exclaimed at the last part eloquently, exaggerating the word to the fullest with a dramatic snap of a finger.
The braided girl heaved out a defeated sigh; her eyes darted grimly onto the floor. "No matter what kind of clothes I wear, he will never notice me." She said randomly in a soft whisper.
She cocked her head up, taking a quick glance at herself then back to the floor. "He likes slim girls and I'm fat. He'll never like someone who is fat like me." Sigh "I knew I should've stop eating three times in a day."
At her words, the girl with two high pigtails whipped her head to face the shy girl, her hands on her hips. "Are you insane?! If you do that, you'll die in starvation. Do you even want that to happen?"
"No"
"Then stop lowering yourself!" She reprimanded, her voice raised a little bit higher. "You know that body size doesn't matter. You're pretty enough to get his attention. You just need to make some changes."
"But-" Before she could say anything, the former cut her off by shutting her mouth with her finger.
"No Buts. After this, things will change from now on. Whether you like it or not, you and I mean you will go towards Ryoma-sama and confess your undying love towards him. Got it?" She muttered the last question in a demanding manner, as if ordering her around to do some household chores that a maid should do.
"Or else, I'll do it by myself."
"…"
"And to do this, you need to undergo Tomoka's special beautifying process!"
Sakuno chose to remain quiet, letting out another heavy sigh as a sweatdrop started to form in her head.
No use in arguing with her. Once Tomo-chan is on fire, nothing's going to stop her. She thought, giving off a small smile towards her overenthusiastic friend who is again indulged in picking different outfits from the display.
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After shopping in different stores, the best of friends, Sakuno and Tomoka are now walking leisurely in the sidewalk with purchased outfits at each hand.
The timid girl looked upwards, her chocolate eyes greeting the intense light from the glaring sun. Afterwards, she stole a glance at her wristwatch.
"9 o'clock. Time seems to fly so fast these days." She said silently to herself. She didn't even notice that they have already wasted two hours just for this.
Stifling out an exasperated sigh, she realized that she had being doing this a lot lately. Either that or she easily gets disappointed.
"Sakuno, are you okay?" Her best friend inquired worriedly, noticing her friend's odd behavior.
The former faced her and forced a smile. "I'm fine, Tomo-chan. No worries."
The other girl had scrunched her eyebrows, her eyes staring at her warily. "Are you tired? We could always stop by at some nearby restaurant to take a rest." With this, Sakuno's head shot up to face her.
Seeing the happy look on her face, she continued, "And no, we won't be ordering any food for you. Who knows how many calories you are going to gain again."
The lass's shoulders slumped in disappointment at her words.
Oh well, I can eat as much as I want when we get home anyways. She mentally told herself. And this time, I'll take low-fat foods.
"Anyways if you're not tired yet, why don't we-"
Ring! Ring!
"Oh, someone's calling me. Hold on a sec." Tomoka instantly flipped her phone open and began talking to the caller.
"Hello, this is Tomoka. Who's this?" A long pause. "Ah Momo-senpai! Huh? Yes, yes of course why not?"
Sakuno watched from the sidelines at their conversation. I wonder what she and Momo-senpai are talking about.
"Actually, Sakuno and I have been shopping…no you're not disturbing us, we're done shopping…don't worry we'll meet you two there…yes, yes bye." The pigtailed girl flipped her phone close and turned to look at her friend with a wide smile.
"What are you and Momo-senpai talking about, Tomo-chan?" The innocent Sakuno asked enquiringly, tilting her head to the left side.
Her smile broadened. "Momo-senpai wanted to meet us at the A-burger to meet him along with someone."
Blinking, Sakuno tilted her to the right side and Tomoka could only sigh at her denseness.
"It's Ryoma-sama, silly."
Hearing his name, her blood rose to her cheeks. "R-Ryoma-kun?"
"Yes" Ryoma's self-proclaimed president of his club took a hold of her hand and started dragging her. "Now let's go. We don't want our Prince waiting."
"O-of course…"
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"Man…what's taking them so long?" Momoshiro asked in his seat, glancing at his watch every now and then.
He and his companion were sitting near the window, watching as people getting inside the joint one by one. Even in the midst of morning, the place is packed up with all the costumers lining up and all.
His friend grumbled across from him, mumbling things like "Why am I even here?" or "This is a waste of my time. I should be sleeping at my house" or something along those lines.
The spiked haired boy turned his attention to him, having enough of his complaints and said, "Will you stop complaining already? You've been doing that for the past 15 minutes."
The boy with slick black hair and green highlights gave him an annoyed look, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"I have every right to. You said earlier on the phone that you want to meet me because you have something important to say to me. I'm here now so why won't you start talking?" His eyes darkened. "Unless this is just another lame excuse so that you could borrow some money to me and if it is then forget it."
The junior student rubbed his black hair and started laughing.
"Aw c'mon Echizen, am I really like that right?"
The younger boy looked outside the window, glaring whatever was in there.
"Aren't you always?" came his curt reply, thus making his fellow teammate fell on his seat.
He put on a dramatic act. "Hey, that hurts Echizen; you have no respect to your senpai!"
"Che. Stop the drama act and just tell me what it is that you wanted to say to me or else I'll leave."
The aggressive baseliner stood up from the floor and sat back to his chair. "Alright, alright I'll tell you but first we need to wait for Osakada-chan and Ryuzaki-chan."
His eyebrows rose. Ryuzaki's coming? "Why?"
Momo shrugged his shoulders as a reply, crossing his arms behind his head. A mischievous smirk slowly gracing on his lips.
"You'll see."
Ryoma looked away. "Whatever."
"Ryoma-sama! Momo-senpai!"
The two boys quickly diverted their eyes to the new voice. It was Tomoka with paper bags swinging violently in her hands as she ran towards them.
Great, it's that loud mouth again. Ryoma thought grudgingly. For him, having her around would give him headaches, especially if she won't stop screaming his name from time to time.
She stopped from her tracks as she came to stand in front of them, her hands gripping on her knees in exhaustion. "Sorry we're late. There's a little trouble on our way here. Sorry."
The older boy flashed him a toothy grin. "It's alright, Osakada-chan. We didn't wait that long."
The tennis prince huffed grouchily. "Che. You're been complaining about them for taking too long a while ago."
"Echizen" The younger boy ignored him and went back to his window gazing, showing no interest whatsoever.
"Eh? Where's Ryuzaki-chan?" At the sound of her name, Ryoma's ears perked up in interest, still facing the window.
"Ah…she's at the bathroom; she'll be here any minute now."
"I see. Here, take a seat." Momo offered, tapping the vacant seat beside him. "You seem to be tired from all the running you did."
She gave him a grateful smile and sat on the offered seat. "Thanks, senpai."
Once she is settled in her seat, she faced her tennis idol and beamed a cheerful smile.
"Ryoma-sama, I'm so happy to see you here!"
"Hn" was his reply, not even giving her a side-glance.
"Ryoma-sama, Ryoma-sama, look!" She brought out the micro mini dress from the bag, showing it to Ryoma. "Sakuno and I went shopping just this morning. Do you think that this will look good on her?"
The tennis prince glanced at the outfit before he went back to his own world. "Hn"
"Man Echizen, show some enthusiasm will you? You sound like an old grumpy zombie from who knows where." Momoshiro stated, giving the younger boy a light poke in the arm.
Ryoma rubbed his arm gently, sending his senpai 'the look'. "That hurts."
"Ah, Momo-senpai, Tomo-chan…" A newcomer's voice suddenly echoed to their ears and the three quickly twirled around to see Sakuno standing before them.
The girl's attention suddenly fell to the tennis prince's direction. When his gaze met hers, heat started to rose from her neck to her face.
It seems that the saying is true after all. Old habits never die.
She bowed at him, beaming. "Ah, it's nice to see you here, Ryoma-kun."
The said boy abruptly lowered the brim of his cap, a pink tinge slowly creeping out on his face. "Hn"
"Eh? What about me?"
The braided girl giggled and said, "Of course, it's nice to see you too, Momo-senpai."
Slowly, a teasing grin appeared on his face. "Ne Ryuzaki-chan, why is it that when it comes to Ryoma you always act weird?"
Wide eyes shot open in astonishment, cheeks burning. "I…uh…ano…it's nothing like that…"
"Can we get on with this already? I don't have all day." Ryoma jumped in, saving the poor lass from her trouble.
The girl looked at him, thankful at his good timing.
The junior faked a cough. "Alright, alright, I'll start."
Once the girl is seated next to Ryoma, he began, "I've called you all in here about this one."
A loud thump was heard as he threw a rectangular object to the table. Curious enough, Sakuno and Tomoka peeked at the certain object while Ryoma stayed in his seat, unmoving.
The object that was on the table was a magazine.
Correction, a bathing suit magazine.
The cat-eyed boy's eyebrows twitched violently and turned to look at his senpai, his frown deepening. "Why are you showing us that? Don't tell me that you've develop a thing for girls in bathing suits."
Momoshiro laughed loudly at this, earning looks from the different costumers before they resumed to their own business. "Don't make me laugh. Of course not."
"Then what's this about, Momo-senpai?" asked Sakuno, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, remember the time when we, together with the freshmen and the rest of the regulars went to the beach last month?" He asked, hoping that they could still recall about it.
Confused, the two girls looked at each other and blinked before they turned to face him once again.
"Yes, what about it?"
"Did you also remember when a stranger with a camera at hand took a picture of each of us?"
There was silence among the four of them. Suddenly the brown-haired girl's eyes lit up, beaming brightly when a certain memory struck her.
"Oh yeah, he said that he works as a photographer in some magazine company but-" She grabbed the material and took a closer look. In the cover page were all of them together, smiling in their swimming suits under the heat of the sun.
"I've never really thought that he was telling the truth about him being a photographer."
"That's what I thought too." Momo stated truthfully.
"Hmm…I wonder what we all look like in here." Tomoka muttered inquisitively, opening the article.
Taking her eyes off the paper, Sakuno asked, "How did you know about this, Momo-senpai?"
He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "Well actually, that magazine is from my little sister. She's really fond of those things. She gave it to me when she saw our pictures posted in it."
"Oh"
"Tch" came Ryoma's irritated huff, standing up from his seat. "I woke up early just for this? That's it, I'm leaving."
"H-hey, Echizen!" He was just about to leave the place when Tomoka's sudden scream halted him from his steps.
"Wah! Look at us. Everyone's here!"
"Eh? Really?" asked Sakuno, closing in to take a peek.
As Tomoka flipped the pages of the magazine, she saw two of her senpais posing as swimsuit models from Eiji and Oishi pair to Inui and Kaidoh pair. Even the Freshmen Trio was there. The rest who has strong charisma like Fuji and Tezuka had their own solo pictures of their own. It was really expected, considering the two had their own fan clubs with their good looks and all.
The loud mouth's cheeks burned, showing her girlish side as she squeaked a high-pitched sound.
"Ahh! Oh my god, you all look hot in here!"
Momo chuckled lightly, blushing in embarrassment. "Eh? You think so Osakada-chan? I thought I don't look good in there because one of my hair strands fell on my eyes."
She shook her head relentlessly. "Of course you look good, senpai! The strand gives away your awesome manliness."
"Tch. Yeah right." was Ryoma's indignant remark, rolling his eyes repulsively. Afterwards he sat back to his seat and decided to stay for a little while.
Not that their appearances on the magazine interest him.
"Oh that reminds me. I'm sure that guy took a picture of you too, Ryoma-sama." Flip. Flip. Flip. "Ah lookie! You're here too, Ryoma-sama!" In an instant, the three of them shifted their gazes to the laid out magazine.
There he was. The great Ryoma Echizen himself with a bored look on his face. He was wearing summer shorts with no shirt on the top, revealing his well-toned upper body.
Sakuno was blushing madly as red as a human tomato. It was as if her blood had drained out and was now concentrating in her face. Seeing Ryoma topless on the paper was not just an ordinary scene you could just see everyday.
Especially if we're talking about Ryoma Echizen in here.
The second year high school student shook his head in dissatisfaction, seeing Ryoma's blank expression on the paper.
"Even in the pictures too? Man Echizen, you should really smile more often. You're really starting to act like our grumpy buchou."
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At Tezuka's household…
"Achoo!" Tezuka sniffed, wrinkling his nose as he massaged his nose gently. He was sitting in his study table doing his math homework, his notebooks scattered in front of him.
He swiftly shifted his gaze towards the window, face unchanging.
"Odd…the window is closed." He then resumed in his studies, assuming that it was probably nothing and that someone must've remembered him today.
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Back to the A-burger joint…
Unable to control anymore Tomoka screamed, jumping up and down in her seat.
"Waah! Ryoma-sama, you look so cool in here!"
"T-Tomo-chan, please lower your voice. You're attracting many people." The timid girl muttered lowly when people started to look in their way for the second time.
She beamed cheekily at her. "Sorry, I can't help it really."
"Damn, this means Echizen's going to have many admirers than I have. I knew I should've used that extra hold hair gel."
Ryoma did nothing and chose to remain quiet. He was busy thinking of something else from this moment.
He wondered that if many female species would be able to read that article, that would mean there would be crazier fan girls and when there are crazy fan girls…life for him is like living in a one big hell.
He shuddered as he imagined himself being surrounded by lunatic, hungry, obsessed girls wanting to reach out to him again. Trust the man who has experienced their evil wrath before.
Ryoma hauled out a sigh, careful not to alert anyone for the matter.
Well, it isn't that half-bad. He thought. At least someone doesn't want to throttle me like those girls. He added, referring to a certain braided girl that he had been keeping an eye for a long time.
He doesn't know when it all started. He remembered that he and the coach's granddaughter were friends since middle school. Well, not really friends he assumed but more of an acquaintances. He wasn't really a sociable type of a person. Plus, Sakuno was also a shy girl, that's why they weren't that close to each other.
Of course, he knew that the girl has a huge crush of him since then. He wasn't that dense not to see that. Underneath his fake façade, he could see it in her eyes. The way it twinkled in admiration, the way it sparkled brightly to be with his presence.
Even he hate to admit it, he liked it bit by bit. Especially when he's able to make her blush whenever she wanted to congratulate him on winning a match, saying good luck to him or just to be around him.
But when they reached high school, that's when he started looking at her in a different way.
He was looking at her more often and would sometimes follow her silently in her way back home to school. He felt very bad, thinking that if she knows this she might think that he's a stalker. In fact, he was having these weird dreams that he and Ryuzaki were having inconceivable moments together every night.
The reason why he's been tracking her for the past few years now is to know what exactly was happening to him. Otherwise, he might end up going nuts with all the thinking and the never-ending dreams he's having.
Nevertheless, a question didn't escape his confused mind. Of all the girls in their school that he could dream of, why her? That he didn't know. She wasn't that beautiful. She also wasn't that bright and talented either. Heck, she wasn't even sexy as all those girls he had seen in his father's sexy magazine. Not that he was looking at it because it was only an accident without him knowing that the book he was reading belonged to his idiotic father. She's even a klutz and too shy for his own liking so why?
He stared at her once again and this time with his cap covering his eyes. Maybe…maybe it's because she's different with the others. He thought matter-of-factly. That must be it. But then again-
"Yehey! I'm also here."
Sakuno smiled warmly at her friend. "You look great in there, Tomo-chan."
"Thanks. Hey…" She trailed off, leaning to her friend's face with a devious smirk playing on her lips. "Let's see your picture in here shall we?"
The chubby girl blinked at this.
"E-eh? M-my picture? But Tomo-chan, I don't think it's necessary." No use. The girl didn't listen to her for she was practically absorbed in finding her friend's photo.
After a few minutes of continuous flipping of pages, Tomoka had finally found it. However, the sight that greeted her eyes was not the one she had expected.
Soon enough the loud girl found herself twitching.
"Huh? Wha-what the hell is this!" She asked furiously. The paper at her hands shook terribly out of anger.
"What is it, Tomo-chan?" The other girl inquired curiously. She stood up, trying to know what had made her friend act weird all of the sudden.
Unfortunately, before she could lay her eyes on it, Tomoka had already hid the object to her chest all the while laughing nervously which only doubled the girl's curiosity. Momo and Ryoma could only look at her with bemused looks.
"I-it's n-nothing really. Nothing at all."
The younger Ryuzaki scowled at her false words. She knew that she was lying. If she wouldn't tell her what the problem is then the only way to know it is to steal the article from her.
However, before she could even do it, Momoshiro had already beaten her from doing it.
"Mine! Now let's see what's in he-" He stopped in mid-sentence. His eyes growing like big plates.
At first, there was silence. Then there was a restrained laughter from Momoshiro until he finally lost it and broke. When he had locked his gaze at Tomoka who was glaring daggers at him, he immediately stopped.
"W-what's the matter, Momo-senpai?" asked Sakuno. She was having a weird tingling feeling inside her, saying that something was very wrong in the scene. "Is something funny?"
The only upperclassman in the group started to panic and was now giving Tomoka secret glances, as if asking for her help. Trouble is that the girl too has no idea what to say to her either.
Then an idea flashed inside her head like a light bulb. This might be lame but I hope that she'll buy it.
She grinned cheekily, a small laugh escaping in her lips. "Well, w-why don't we talk about uh…your vacation, Sakuno-chan? I'm sure Momo-senpai would be very thrilled to know about your vacation in Osaka."
"Okinawa, Tomo-chan. I told you it was in Okinawa." The other girl corrected, her suspicion about the whole situation increased.
She scratched the back of her head in a sheepish manner. "Ha ha! O-of course it's in Okinawa. It's what I just-"
"Echizen! Give that back!" shouted Momo, suddenly interrupting her from her speech.
Momoshiro was distraughtly trying to take the article away from him. Sad to say, Ryoma's grip on the object was too firm for him to get it. Also, he kept on dodging his senpai's prying arms every time he tries to grab the said paper.
The moment the young prodigy locked his gaze at the open page, his eyebrows rose and then stole a glance at his seatmate before settling it back to the paper.
"I'm warning you, Echizen. I said give it back!"
"Ne Ryuzaki…" He started off, glancing at his companion who sat beside him. "Seems that you're the most voted bikini model of the month."
She arched an eyebrow at this. "What do you mean?"
Across from their seats, Tomoka and Momo started waving their hands and shaking their heads frantically, trying to give him the message not to say anything. They feared that if Ryoma were to reveal the contents of that page, the girl might feel offended and disappointed. They know too well how sensitive the girl can be.
Unfortunately for them, he wasn't able to grasp that part.
Being the dense person as he has always been, he ignored them and mindlessly showed the certain page.
That's when trouble began.
Leave it to Ryoma to worsen the situation at hand.
Silence engulfed the four of them after that. No one dare to speak a word. All they could hear right now was other people chattering away and the creaking sound of the front door as a new costumers entered the place to eat their breakfast.
Sakuno's expression was priceless, silent as she remained rooted to her seat. She was motionless and didn't even bother to blink her eyes for she was busy staring at the paper in his hands.
Few minutes passed, the girl lowered her head, her bangs completely covering her eyes.
The older teen of the group looked at her in pity, muttering dozens of apologies over and over again while her female friend patted her arm, forcing a smile.
"Don't be sad, Sakuno. Look, you didn't look that bad. It's just showbiz."
"…"
"Think of it as uh…entertainment." Right at that moment, the pigtailed girl already regretted what she had said and wished that her mouth would just stop talking for once.
"Entertainment?" Sakuno cocked her head and looked at her in the eye, anger burning within. "Are you implying that me being fat is entertaining in the eyes of others?"
"H-huh? N-no...i-it's nothing like-"
"Of course it's something like that! That's the reason why Momo-senpai laughed in the first place."
Momo felt guilt-ridden. After all, what she had said was true. "Ryuzaki-chan, I-I really didn't mean to-"
A screeching sound of a chair was heard on the background. "If you all excuse me, I need to go home now. I think I can handle enough insults for one day." She said, turning her heels and marched away from the place without sparing a single glance.
She ran as far away as possible, stream of tears rolling down from her eyes.
I can't believe them. Why are they like that? I thought they were my friends!
For once, she wished she could just disappear in this world and hide in the depth of the earth's core forever rather than facing the upcoming humiliation that would be soon bestowed upon her. She'd rather live her life in iniquity than to live as an abandoned outcast in the society.
Not knowing that her wish is slowly coming true.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this fic because it literally took me three days just to come up with this one. I also apologize for the very long chapter. Don't worry, next time I'll try making it shorter.
If you have any comments or complaints, please feel free to review whenever you like as long as it consist of constructive criticism.
Once again, thank you very much for your time.
Riza
