His Love, Her Wrath, Their Fate
By xAvenging Angelx
Dedicated: Cindy, for being the coolest person : )
Hotaru's P.O.V
She's stubborn
She's irrational
She's temperamental
She's sentimental
She's comical
But she's also my girl
She can never keep a straight face during staring contests
She can never win arm wrestling matches
She can never stop smiling
She can never stop laughing
She can never stop singing childish songs like 'row row row your boat'
Even after I tell her to stop
She has an illogical fear of the dark
She has an illogical fear of fire
She has an illogical fear of cats
She has an illogical fear of the future
She has an illogical fear of trusting
Yet she always clings onto me
Even after I let her fall
She always acts before she thinks
She always pays attention to nothing
She always is oblivious to her surroundings
She always is there for me
Even after I betray her
I love her because she is irritating
I love her because she is dim-witted
I love her because she is talkative
I love her because she is faulty of being imperfect
I love her because so am I.
- Natsume Hyuuga
That sap. That stupid blubbering sap.
A fetal growl escaped from my throat, the note that I had recently received was now crumbled up in my fist.
How dare he call off our engagement just like that.
I've given up so much for the sake of our future wedding. I left my job because he couldn't stand the fact that I would've been working when he had a steady job that could provide a roof over our heads and much more. I left my heartless reputation because he preferred meeker girls who weren't as independent as I. I dropped my social life because he either hated my friends or my 'friends' hated me for snagging him.
No.
My effort wasn't going to end with… With this stupid poem!
The throbbing of my headache worsen, I tossed aside the letter and rubbed my temples. He had made it seem so easy just to leave everything behind to chase after the object of his affections. He had made it like it was a simplest decision in the world to give up everything for love.
I, on the other hand, wasn't built that way. I was made for efficiency. I always thought that love was nonexistent, and only the ludicrous chased after it. I always thought that family came before that so-called love. I always thought that wealth and power came before emotions.
That was my disposition on the subject of love and life, and he just defied them all.
I picked up my phone and angrily pressed out the only number that I knew by heart.
"Hello?" the rumbling masculine voice greeted me.
"Fuck you, you bastard," I snarled.
I heard him chuckle lowly before he drawled, "I see that you haven't read the back of the paper. It said 'no hard feelings, Imai.'"
"No hard feelings," I repeated monotonously before saying it again with livid conviction, "No hard feelings?! You left me at the altar decked out in a white dress and radiating humiliation because the spectators had to witness you ditching me. You ran out when that bitch left in tears. You are telling me to have no hard feelings when I gave up everything for you? That's going a breech too far, even for you Hyuuga."
"Imai," he spoke up impatiently after my rant, "We don't love each other. For Christ's sake, we refer to each other by our last names. You want to get married into a relationship like that? Open your eyes. I set both of us free."
"You set yourself free, buddy," I snarled, "You did nothing for me."
"Really?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Really," I confirmed adamant.
"So you are telling me that you were going to be okay playing housewife? That you could lived happily just bearing my children and that was virtually your only job in society? That you were going to be okay staying silent and biting back your usual cold remarks? That you could live without regretting that you picked without ever experiencing the true feeling of love?" he questioned.
"Yes."
"You lie," he retorted.
"I don't," I defended myself, "I'd be okay because my family would have been proud of me. And their approval is all that matters to me."
"You can't live like that, Imai," he finally spoke up in a softer tone, "You can't please everyone. Before society, before your friends, and most definitely before your stupid family… You need to be content with yourself first."
"I'm content if my family's happy," I stubbornly fought back with. I knew that it was useless, but I'm not going down without a fight.
"No you are not. That's just an empty feeling for contentment. That type of joy is shallow and never last long," Natsume disagreed with me, "And besides. If you did marry me… We would end up killing each other eventually. Would your parents be proud of you then?"
I said nothing in return, and knowing that, he chuckled.
Stupid asshole chuckled at me!
"Well, I got to go now," I changed the subject, "Because thanks to you, I've got to get my job back."
"Right," he replied nonchalant.
"And by the way…"
"Hn?" he grunted.
"You suck at writing poetry, you sap. I don't see how that girl ever managed to fall for you."
I could picture the smirk on his face, "You know how she fell for me. You probably even fell for me during the period of our engagement."
"Right," I snorted, "Because everyone likes psychotic jerks with a streak of jealousy and dominance. And of course, everyone loves the people who walk out on their own wedding day. Pft. You caught me, I'm completely and irrationally in love with you, Natsume Hyuuga."
"I sense a 'will you marry me' question going to be asked here."
"How did you ever guess," I replied back sweetly, and then spitting out with venom, "You are a bastard."
"What? Now are you going to threaten me?" he taunted.
"I'll do worse," I started, "I'll kill Mikan."
"Wait.. Wha---" he half-gasped, half-not. I hung up on him. Revenge will never be as sweet as this.
To Be Continued...
because I'm a lazy bum right now & drabbles are seriously not supposed to be this long.