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Song: "Life" by Yui
In the familiar, dirty city
We walked with our heads down,
unable to laugh in the same way
People hurry past
"Has your dream come true?"
I'm still struggling
I'd rather try living well now than go back to when
I was a kid
Cowardice is being born
The day will come when I will know,
with my true heart,
the answer to these feelings
that were born in the depths of my heart.
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The echoes of the voice I've heard so many times rang. They both haunted me, the duo of voices. Not the voice it self, it was not the voice themselves in which I loathed so, but the memories that consume me. The very memories, feelings... Oh how they tormented me so, but not all were so cruel...
The solo notes vibrated as I carce the strings and their power.
Such beautiful music, such a beautiful sound...
But what does it mean, those piano ripples...?
What do they represent in my life...?
...Nothing...
"Haru?... Haru?!.. Haru!!" I opened my eyes, meeting the genetic gaze of my own eyes.
"What do you want?" I snapped with a glare. I had the inspiration today, I was playing the best cord for the month but she just had to disrupt it for me. The only reply I got was a giggle, how annoying can a girl be!
"I'm leaving for school now, you should probably get going too! Your school starts in a half hour, you know, earlier than mine," my twin sister wisely spoke as she flipped her blond locks. I let out a sigh, "Yeah, I'm aware of that, but then again my school isn't a half hour drive away!"
"Fine, fine! Be a meanie today! Awvwa!" She left the sunlit room, the train of gold following in grace.
"Ja ne," I reply back, even if she may have been half way down the hallway by then. I went back to playing the guitar, notes ommiting from the base as soft as a harp, yet solid as a flute.
My sister, Hanashi... She is the same age, same parents, same wealth, but she had those traits that just made her Ms. Perfect, personality and looks. That's all the people today cared about these days... Hanashi had golden brown hair, total opposite of me, a tall curvy figure with those dazzling eyes. She has a new guy every month, but even if she found one she liked, she had that personality that may have made her look kawaii, but also made her a bit too stubborn. It's not that I could really complain, I had my life and she had hers.
"Ishoshi-San, you're ride is ready whenever you are."
"Hai, arigatou, Levi-San," I reply, setting the instrument back in its proper place, "just let me get my uniform on and I'll be out in ten minutes!" I replied with a solum tone.
Placing a thin pare of glasses on the bridge of my nose I looked myself over. It was, different, to say the least, my uniform, my hair, my eyes... The reading glasses prevented much eye contact, my hair was usually down, but for school, I pull it back into a single braid, reaching past my shoulders to my shoulder blades. I straightened out my blue uniform blouse, tying my pink scarf, in place of the regular blue bow.. I made sure that nothing was out of place.
I did this every morning. "Why?" I'd say for my own reasons, but would that really be true?
Tightening my hair tie, I took a breath. What kid didn't loath school? I picked up my book bag and my compact computer and made for the door. It was off to school...
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I went out to a place where the sun shone
and held out my arms
And thought
Could I cross the sky?
I still can't see any wings to fly with
It's because it's not simple
that I can go on living
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'Why do i come here again...?'
My silent footsteps passed through the student filled hallways. A blank expression always shown as I never bother to glance towards the passing peers. I would forever be invisible in this school, a lone shadow of the unknown.
Entering the room, there was no volume difference. Teachers have yet to arrive, therefore the students run reckless throughout the school until the sensei says otherwise. I sat down in the back row seat, the end row. Setting down my black lab top, I began typing away. Letting the sounds of the keys rhythmically click away.
So absorbed in my own work I had yet to notice another, currently occupying the only seat next to myself. Of course every girl in school knew who and what he was and stood for. But in my opinion, he was no different than any of the others, not one bit different. Oh how wrong I was...
'What is this?'
i thought, checking my foreign planner, I had set the writing to be in a different language. I had a problem with sneaking eyes, so to prevent that, even if they could possibly peak, the fact would be if they could read the language.
'Meeting at 3:15 P.M. tommorrow with S.K. K.C., but i thought it was Hanashi's meeting!' I adjusted my glasses as they reflected the characters from the screen, knotting my brow I scanned the message again.
'Oh, a note at the bottom: "Haru-Chan, can you PLEASE go to the program meeting for me! I have a date at five and who knows how long a boring meeting would take! Arigatou! See ya at home!" ... Gee thank you Hanashi...'
I let out a sigh taking out a pen and jotting the address and time down on a slip of paper.
'Her and her friends! Man, she's the one that wanted that conference.' I thought setting down the writing utensil to go back to typing, but only to have it roll off my desk and onto the floor. By the time I went to pick my pen up, it was already being held up by someone.
"Try keeping your trash in your own space," Kaiba stated, shoving the pen back into my hands.
'Cranky as always, why would today be any different?'
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Just picking up a wet puppy
Made tears overflow
in a way that was funny
I want to be loved, I just want to be loved
I said,
but you can't just long for something
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"How weird is she..."
That was the least of what they would say, everyone knew it.
"All she ever does is clack away at that computer of hers, acting like she's too smart to even make any eye contact ith anyone, but really she's jus too much of an outsider to do anything..."
To tell the truth, they're right...
I'm too much of an outsider to really have any place in the cliques of a school. What is the use of meeting new people who you don't even like? It's pointless, all school was for was to learn, nothing more. All that junk about finding true love in high school is a load bull!
"What did she do to her uniform? I'm sure sensei won't allow it!"
It was true, I had altered my uniform drastically. The reguar school uniform would be a pink blazer with a pleated blue mini skirt, both with the Domono High crest. However, pink was never my color, not the style of showing off my thighs to be showy. So, with that opinion, I lengthened the navy skirt to my knees, changed the uniform to so it seemed more of a normal blue and white sailor top with a pink necktie, in order to stay with the girl's uniform color. Other than that, my uniform was still in regulation. It contained the school's crest on the left chest and actually covered more of your body than the actual uniform.
School was school, there was nothing entirely special about it. You go there to learn and you go there to waist years of your life nothing less, and nothing more...
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"Konichiwa, Ishoshi-San! How was your day at school?"
"Same... Same as always, Levi-San," I reply glidding into the open car door.
"Ah, sodesuka... (Oh, I see...)"
Hell was over, I could go home to my prison now. Of course, who's forcing me to actually go into my cell?
I stare at the window's reflection of someone, the person looked like me, but it wasn't. I looked past my reflection and saw Seto Kaiba from the other side getting into his own transportation.
'Seto Kaiba...'
He must have know someone was staring at him because as he was getting in, he breifly stopped and before I knew it, his eyes were percing right through the window towards me. I felt my heart stop at that instant, breifly, but as soon as the car started to move forward, I snapped out of it. Taking a breath of air, I turned forward.
'What happened back there?'
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When I was a kid there were days
when I hurt my mother terribly
I want to
change everything now
I went out to a place where the sun shone and
gripped tightly with my hands
I can smash that place, that time,
and change my life
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"I'm home!" I called out, letting my voice bounce on the walls through the house, allowing the term of echoing.
Why do I call out, when I know no one will come...?
Why do i keep hoping something will change?
When no one can her my song of sorrow that omits from my core...
"Oh! Ishoshi-San! Is it that time already?" I smiled slightly, it was Naomi, the house maid. She was always here, there for any support needed. She never failed to disappoint.
"How are you this evening Naomi-San?" I ask with a smile.
"Oh, I'm perfectly well, thank you for asking, but..." she paused slightly, that only made me stop at the foot of the stairs, "Kyome-Sama had a note for you in your room. I set it on your desk for you."
I bit my lower lip slightly, knuckles turning a drastically lighter shade.
I made my way up the stairs without another word.
'What could she possibly want!' I opened my bedroom door, letting the hall light run and rest on the pink envelope that rested on my home computer keyboard as clear as a staccato. I closed the door, turning on my night stand light before setting my book bag aside.
Haru,
You probably didn't hear me come home last night, but don't worry your head off, I'm beyond well. Your father will be staying in Tokyo for another month or so, but I simply had to come see you girls. Hope you've been getting along with Hanashi, I know how it's hard for you to deal with your emotions as a teenager, but just accept the facts.
I set reservations for dinner tomorrow tonight, after the meeting and performances at this new restaurant. I'll meet you there!
Love,
Mama K.
I threw the note into the trash can, changing out of my school uniform into a loose pair or black sweats and a neutral tee shirt.
'Yeah, like hell I'll actually go. She might as well just have called Hanashi and asked her herself and not even told me about it!' I made my way out into the music room, turning the base music to the max. Setting up a guitar to drown out my own music.
'Why couldn't Papa just come home while she stay in Tokyo!' I hit a violent cord, allowing the ground beneath me to quiver.
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But there's no way I can tell you
everything that's in my heart
It's because it's not simple
that I can go on living
I go out to a place where the sun shines
and open up a map, but
I know... you know...
You can't help getting lost
I can change my life
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"Haru!... Haru!... HARU!"
I kept the amp on full and I never missed a note. I didn't want to talk, just wanted to play. How else was I going to vent? And before you think the obvious, yes, I have anger issues!
The notes were overly loud, but each held my emotion, each were mixed, blended with both hate and sorrow. My life... What use was my life? Could I just forget everything? Change it? ... End it?
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All the days that have passed
have made me who I am now
It's because it's not simple that
I can go on living
First chapter, but the next one will be better. It may not make much sense at first, but the upcoming chapters will clear things up. Please check the second chapter out sometime, once it's up! And I would love to hear from you!
-Sin