A/N-I had originally posted this story up, under Misc. and had erased it now I want to share it again. Also this story is completely AU so some of the characters aren't really the same. Tell me if it is a problem.
DISCLAIMER-I do not own Special A
Your Melodies
"Melodies make you feel so many things, in so many different ways, through out your life they accompany you and soothe you, and they spread raw emotion through the road that follows beyond the path that destiny might take you. To the strong cords and sweet strums of the wooden guitar, those that gently weigh on the palm of your hand as you play, to the silvery white, unwavering keys of the soft and twinkling song ,that dance around your fingers, as you play the grand piano,… music will forever be, just that… music. And music like melodies or lullaby's make you feel so many things in so many different instances, random moments, unexpected moments, that leave you speechless and yearning to grasp the comprehension that you seem to yearn for when the sweet notes of a song brush against your ear. Whispers and promises, I know, that only hang in the air then descend and fall, like petals from a flower, like blossoms from a tree, much like…
Chapter 1-
The Industries
The sun was setting down, hanging low on the tree tops and in-between the green grassy hills that towered small across great and misty fields that surrounded the downtown district of the city. The towering buildings made of glass and steel stood like giants, overpowering all other small and anonymous buildings and shops that scattered the area. All the shingles and every pane of polished glass shone with the soft and glittering form of fresh dew that was brought upon by the mourning mist. The streets smelled most like people and a floral scent mixed in at times coming from the weary flower vendor standing solitary in the corner, waving her roses to people passing by., More smells, fresh and crisp, came from a little farther in the streets, mostly the aromas of freshly baked bread from the pastry shop on the other side of the road, where the baker stood waiting to make a sale with batches of sweet cakes and drinks.
Downtown of the city was purely industrial, the steel buildings smoky in the distance from the arising fumes it ensued every day through the cylinder shaped chimneys. The immensity of the whole thing overwhelmed and took you by surprise at times, for your eyes would rest at the shady towering giants, then wavered to the small and peaceful town that seemed to be disconnected from the buildings both in your mind and in reality. The population was small but there were enough people living in the inner part of the city that, it was guaranteed that you wouldn't bump into the same person twice. Few people lived in the inner part of the city, the industrial part that is, while many lived on the outer edge of the towers, in that same minute town, the town of Eiko, Japan.
Though partly disconnected from each other, Eiko depended much from the industries. Social life, economy, and technology all depended on those immense buildings of towering form lying in the heart of the city. The incorporations, the industries, as everyone called them, were not governed by Eiko but by its wealthy and powerful neighbor Tokyo. Tokyo laid the lines, and secured the jobs of many of the Eiko's inhabitants. Granted, about every household had at least one family member working in the industries. Eiko depended from their work there, mostly the people living nearer to the towers, but the suburbs as well, all, looked at the industries as the manner of communications to the outside world. Secluded it was, towering in the shadow of all other cities, theirs a shiny utopia if indifference. The industries, were also a form of separation between the inner part of Eiko, run mainly by Tokyo, and the outside barrier where a more homely and gentle atmosphere abounded the plenty homes of the city's dwellers. Each segment had its own population difference, living throughout Eiko's uptown and downtown, there were their own ways, and rules their own business.
However, despite the diversity of Eiko, all came together, by the form of education. Even though the inner part and the outer part were far apart, they all had to share the only three schools Eiko was able to provide. Saito Elementary, Ito Middle, and Sakura High. At first, uproars arose from the frustrated inhabitants, who angered in having to drive their children all the way into the middle of where both segments divided. Yet, Eiko being small and busy, let all complaints subside as the villagers gave up complaining, trying to keep up with their busy schedules at the industries. The students from all throughout the city had passed those three schools together and because of them, it was how the upper city men and the lower city men had any form of bond between them. The schools were segregated into parts of the city and conveniently located between the starting point of the street that lead to the industries and the sunny sides of the suburbs.
Only a few blocks away from the school buildings were rounding valleys, shaded with daffodils and cherry blossoms, tall green trees imbedded them with their tall shade, with figurines of a massive forest that loomed beyond. Sakura High was nearer to these valleys than the other schools, getting its name from the thousands of surrounding cherry blossom trees that surrounded it. And for that same reason it also had the most talked about beauty, for the buildings were almost like new and shaded a silvery transcending pink that matched and mirrored the ever falling blossoms in spring. The ever winding road that connected all of Eiko seemed to spread and reach so far beyond…
Far and Beyond…"Hikari, are you listening?" a voice wafted annoyingly to Hikari's ears brushing them and tugging at her mind until it gave up and turned its attention to the brunette head that was bobbing up and down franticly trying to capture any flicker of attention. It took Hikari a few moments to respond as she and Akira clambered over the small wet stones that paved the long road that they were walking on.
"Yeah, but I spaced out for a moment." Hikari said after several seconds of Akira's head moving frantically in front of Hikari's face sparring with disapproving looks. Hikari raised her hands in defense and pointed toward the road, "The road is long, you know, you can't help getting distracted," she said as Akira examined the long horizon ahead with her deep brown eyes, one that loomed beyond the main buildings of the school and covered it with the colors of early mourning. After a while, the buildings seemed to draw nearer and nearer until everything seemed smaller in comparison to the high crystal building of the main office.
Akira sighed a moment later and shot Hikari a look of frustration, "Sure whatever …ugh," she lead out another sound of annoyance and ran a hand through her shining short brown hair, hair that Hikari couldn't help but follow slowly with her eyes. Akira was that kind of person, frustrating herself with her appearance every so minute, running her hand in her hair constantly, taking out hand held mirrors every class period, fixing smudged makeup every so hour, and the list went on and on. Hikari found it extremely irritating at times, when Akira would cut her sentences to check her appearance when they passed a clear and shiny store window. Akira was like that though and through it all, one of the reasons that Akira was the official princess of Sakura High.
"Akira!" Hikari heard a voice in the distance coming nearer and nearer until her eyes saw a flash of the bright colors of Sakura Highs school uniforms running to Akira. The gang of freshman girls hugged her and Akira smiled dazzlingly at them while they all bowed and curtseyed at her saying their Good Mornings. Exactly, that Akira was everyone's favorite, getting attention from gangs of girls and often also gangs of boys, who came up to her and asked her all these questions, like 'What's your number?' and 'Are you free tomorrow night?' Hikari often looked at her attention wearingly; she being invisible to everyone else around only being noticed when she was literally in Akira shadow. Maybe she was exaggerating because when it came to attention Akira looked the part, her complexion was fair and clean, her brunette hair was usually arranged in a lovely arrangement that showed off her clear brown eyes. Naturally that was what attracted everyone to Akira, her looks and that bubbly personality of hers, one that followed her everywhere; even when she popped out of nowhere her aura of bright happiness would warn you beforehand so that you knew when she was near. Anyone could have been her best friend, and have been happy about it. Hikari was her best friend and she didn't feel very happy at all.
Everyone was Akira's friend and after looking at the loveliness that she could compose was slightly taken aback when they saw who was tagging behind. "Oh look, it's umm…" they would start and Akira giggling behind would say "Hikari." Hikari always pretended to ignore this and always turned away rolling her eyes while doing so. This was so often a day that Hikari was used to it, used to it even five years later from the first day she became Akira's friend. And why did she become Akira's friend? Maybe one of the reasons everyone else was, maybe her motive more deep that others, but still genuinely all the same. One too deep to cover through simple words, words that tried to conjure up a reason but at the end never made any sense. Anyhow, she was considered her friend now by every living person, and the reason and her own feelings were pushed aside altogether to appoint where they didn't matter anymore. And another question always buzzed through Hikari head, why did Akira become Hikari's friend?
Maybe, Hikari thought, turning away from Akira's brown hair and the squealing faces of Sakura High's freshmen girls, and away temporally from the busy buildings of the High School and looked wearingly at the road they were just on. The far off trees were so distant now, behind the towers of the industries only far enough to blur and so close enough to see....Hikari sighed deeply but felt a shock of surprise as she heard the distant bell of the school ring sharply in her ears.
"Hikari!" she heard Akira scream her way and Hikari stood, a bit dazed from being torn away from her thoughts, facing the direction of the school buildings, closed her eyes and ran to her class alongside Akira thinking that her world would stay the same way forever….
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The sun was beginning to turn that orangey color of evening…the whole city was bathed in a radiant glow of golden swirls of light. Hikari looked out the window that rested a little above her desk and gazed outward into the evening. It was only 2:30 but the sun was already starting to set and the fiery, sleepy atmosphere that always followed was beginning to settle everywhere. She sat at her desk lazily, slouching a little feeling her mind fall into a trance as she watched the birds outside fly and settle on high pine tree tops. Once in a while she would look up wearingly at Takahashi-sensei as the short, stammering teacher went on and on about the difference in equations and numbers holding variables and adding linear systems and so on. Normally she would have been paying more attention but the whole day had been a little dreary and she felt a bit tired at that time having carried throughout the whole day a sense of strange weariness at all the work she had to do.
She yawned deeply and rested her head among the thick books on her desk. Her eyes closed a bit and she felt her consciousness drift into a strange kind of active sleep one which felt like she was awake but subconscious at the same time. She felt several moments pass and confident that Takahashi-sensei wouldn't catch her sleeping she fully closed her eyes and began to steady her breathing to a soft sigh and soon she felt as her body fall into calm sleep. Her mind strayed into blurry thoughts all of dreams she had before, trying to recall them and trying to grasp understandment. She thought about how much she hated Math but how good everyone thought she was at it…so good in fact that she was skipped a year in that subject so that she had all11th grade classes and 12th grade math. At first she thought it was bad idea to take a higher grade subject without knowing the basic principle of it but at the end was roughly convinced by her parents to excel in a subject she despised so much. At the end it didn't really matter, the class was boring but it was easy enough that she didn't have to worry too much about it. As so, time would go by and she would get accustomed to what she was expected to do.
Hikari didn't feel any time pass, but nevertheless she felt as if she had been asleep a long time as she stood up hastily, as so did everyone of her older classmates, when she heard a loud knock come from the door. Takahashi-sensei, who also seemed a bit dazed, gazed at the door for a moment before wearingly approaching it, a look of frustration evident on his face. Hikari once again settled her head on the desk and yawned seeing that it was probably just a teacher or school board member popping up to visit as so many times before. She felt her eyes wonder again to the orangey skies above her…wishing badly that she could go home and lay down on her bed. She heard the door open and a set of footsteps enter the classroom, sounding hasty and shuffled. Then almost suddenly as soon as the door shut she heard an eruption of murmurs and sudden whispers exchanged from everyone as they all acknowledged the person that had entered the room whom which had disturbed the sleepy peace that pressed against the room.
Just then…feeling the curiosity overwhelm her heavy weariness she looked up and saw that instead of a teacher or school board member ,a boy with shiny blonde hair stood there handing Takahashi-sensei papers with some unidentifiable words written on them. Hikari couldn't see the boy very well, from her seat in the back but she could easily see that he had deep eyes of glassy blue which stood steadily focused on the teacher as she saw them exchange words with each other. Several moments passed, and she noticed that she wasn't the only one suddenly interested in the unexpected arrival of this boy. Some students where also giving the pair curious looks and scrutinizing faces as all of them tried to guess why the boy was there. She felt strangely startled as the teacher stood to face them, and everyone ignoring the quadratic equations on the board turned their heads to face back at him, who said in his wheezy nasal voice, "It seems we have a new student joining our class today…everyone say hello to Takishima Kei ,"
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"Class, Takashima-san, comes all the way from America." Takahashi-sensei said, his forearm urging the blonde- haired boy forward to the front of his oak desk, facing the still scrutinizing class. The boy hardly looked their way, his face seemingly distracted and dazed out, his glassy blue eyes gazing only in a certain direction, as he raised an awkward hand in acknowledgement as every one chorused a myriad of Welcome's and Hello's.
Takahashi-sensei stumbled forward on his black polished boots and wheezed out pointing a menacing index finger at the class, "I expect you all to be courteous to Takashima-san, he has only arrived recently and this being his first time in Japan, he might not feel so comfortable with his surroundings yet, so I also expect you out of the goodness of your hearts to help him out…" as he said that, he twisted his heel around, and gesturing at Kei first then gesturing his hand to the desk next to a still dazed Hikari, finished with,
"That being said, and all, Takashima-san, if don't mind taking the available seat in the back next to the lovely sleeping beauty there, we can begin to get you settled," Everyone, including Takashima-san turned their heads to face her, their heads being guided by the muffled cry of dreaded embarrassment that she had let out, as Takahashi-sensei gestured to her blushing and heated face. She let her head bow in inevitable shame, as she heard some of her fellow classmate's snicker relentlessly. She was sure that Takahashi-sensei wouldn't notice, and then feeling suddenly undeniably foolish, she began to smile awkwardly despite her self, and then began to laugh along with the rest of the class.
"Sorry, sensei…"she breathed out but felt abruptly distracted when she noticed that suddenly Kei-sensei had seated himself next to her.
She heard briefly Takahashi-sensei say not unkindly, "Sure, Hanazono-chan." Hikari looked up at, Takahashi-sensei swiftly in acknowledgement as he said this, and then as he turned his nearly bald head around to the equation filled blackboard, she turned her head shyly next to her to see in full sight the figure of the new kid.
The desks in Takahashi-sensei's room, were the color of oak, much like his own desk, and were long types of benches, like those you might find in a Christian church with a long attaching desk in front of the emerald colored cushions that lined the back part of the desk. Since the length was quite long as well, there was enough space for two a row, and as she glanced next to her, she could finally see the features of Kei-sensei closely. His head was bowed down, his forehead resting on the smooth surface of the oak desk, it seemed, his blue eyes also airily focused on the empty space between his legs. He started to rummage through his black leather satchel and Hikari who tried to suppress her startling wayward curiosity, looked the other way, straight forward toward the back figure of a lecturing Takahashi-sensei and breathed deeply. She gently ran her shaking cramped hand through her black hair and noticed awkwardly that it had fallen asleep. Cursing softly, she lifted one of her trembling fingers to her forehead and massaged her cloudy eyes that focused tiredly on the blackboard's shiny exterior.
"Baka"she whispered underneath her breath, and smiling ruefully despite herself, gazed up once again above the musty dust that lay circling among the fading shade that she had been focusing only earlier before they had lulled her to sleep. The evening was gentle, she knew her eyes glancing a bit farther than the road lay ahead, that class would soon be over, and that the evening would soon turn a more brilliant shade of autumn gold and roseleaf pink. Hikari balled up her fist tightly and gently nudged her head awake, muttering baka once more beneath her almost dry lips and despite herself yawned deeply, which almost threatened to put her to sleep once more. But her pride, didn't allow it and feeling embarrassed from everyone noticing she had fallen asleep during class, stood up as straight as she could and brushed some of the silver collecting dust that had settled on her half-empty notes.
Before commencing on a futile effort to catch up on her algebra notes, she looked sideways at her new algebra classmate. He had taken out a black bounded notebook she saw, from the equally black bounded satchel, and had started to write several kanji characters in the crisp blank pages. Not knowing whether she should introduce herself or not, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Takahashi-sensei wheezy voice that wafted irritably to her ears.
"So, students, now that we have finished proving the more complex functions of the quadratic equations," he said, pointing vaguely to the black marks that he had finished scribbling on the board, "We will begin the pair project of graphing 5 equations on a poster board, let's say, this big" then he lifted his arms wide depicting a size smaller than the blackboard but bigger than a 3 by 4 inch board.," It will be put on display," he continued, "and the best team effort will not go unrewarded," he lifted his furry brow at them slightly, and then looked above them all, and smiled straightly at Hikari's distracted expression.
"Gladly, now, Hanazono-chan, you have a partner to work with, unlike before, and heaven hopes he be competent to keep up with you, eh…" he chuckled slightly underneath his raised arm and the rest of the class looked past him, to resume their tedious class work, or their nearly finished algebra project. Hikari looked down at her notebook, and flipping a page with her finger, turned to the page with all her project notes scratched messily all over. She had began alone, having asked the teacher to, feeling inferior to the other students working on the same subject. She didn't mind working on it alone, that's why she had asked a fumbling Takahashi-sensei for a solitary desk in the back, but now since the circumstances had brought her a companion, she couldn't complain.
Hikari turned her head to Kei-sensei and breathing deeply outstretched a trembling hand and whispered softly, "Konnichiwa…watashi namae wa Hanazono Hikari**."
For a moment, he didn't respond absorbed solely on the kanji letters scribbled on his black notebook, which made Hikari feel strangely uncomfortable. Several more moments passed them, and she said a little louder, "Dozu Yoroshiku onegai shimasu…***"
Still unresponsive after several moments she felt her raised hand fall limply unto her lap, and she began to feel nervous and annoyed all at once. Resigned Hikari turned around heatedly and muttered underneath her breath, "Deaf or mute, which is it?" She didn't think she would be heard until unexpectedly she saw through the corner of her eyes, the glassy blue of Takashima-san staring at her blankly.
She felt her face heat slightly as she turned to stare back at him, and trying to clear her throat slightly, Baka she thought repeatedly in her head, she raised her, once more, a trembling arm in welcome and said even more softly,
"Konnichiwa…watashi namae wa Hanazono Hikari." Several tense seconds passed again and Takashima-sans gaze lowered to her outstretched hand and continued to stare blankly. Hikari felt her arm cramp slightly from the over tensed pressure of lifting it shakily, but still having it raised in welcome, muttered, "Dozu Yoroshiku…"
He continued to stare blankly, resting his lolling head on the base his arm and then lazily running one of his long hands through his longish blonde hair, he said "Kei Takishima," he blinked blankly, and then seeing that her arm was still outstretched to him, he seemed resigned to shake her hand, so he took her palm in his, and shook it roughly once before letting it fall limply down.
Hikari simply stood their, huddling her arm close to her indignantly and thought,
"What's with this guy?" Her weariness had simply vanished at the spot, replaced with high hopes that her new companion from America wouldn't turn out to be a lazy jerk. She stared blankly at Takashima-san and blinked twice, thinking that she shouldn't jump into conclusions, for she now noticed that his face was completely coated with weariness. I wonder how long it takes to get from America to Japan. , she thought as she saw him sigh tiredly into his hand ruffling his blonde hair upward.
"Sorry, for my imprudence, you must be tired…." She tried to say but before she could finish, Takashima-san looked up straight at her with blank eyes, and muttered,
"Ms. Whoever you are, I realize that we have been paired up with some kind of project but I would appreciate," he then paused slightly looking blankly at her grey eyes and breathed out, "if you wouldn't talk so much." His voice was slightly deep, but had a soft undertone with it, making it emphasize how blunt he was being with her. Hikari could only stare blankly at him, like the awkward times she had with Akira, when she had suddenly felt herself disconnected to what she was saying to her, exactly like feeling disconnected to the sudden response she had received from this stranger. He continued to stare at her blankly, as to emphasize even more his point, and then turned around quirkily with a muffled slowness accompanying his move. He shoved his leathered bound notebook into his satchel and clicked the lock close, making a definite click ensue from them. Hikari stood there feeling strangely disgruntled, not only from the surprise, but for despite the fact that her sole purpose was to be friendly to this newcomer, this complete stranger had responded in such an impolite and blunt way.
Even if he's tired, I don't have to put up with this, she thought her breath slightly catching in her throat. Her eyes felt tired and she tried to suppress disdainfully the annoyed sigh that was ensuing from her lips. I really don't have time for this… she thought eyeing miserably between her half finished project and the new student that she was forced to work with. As she saw Takashima-san shift uncomfortably next to her, grabbing once again in his satchel and rummaging in it, she, not surprised that he had once again taken the leather bound notebook again, groaned softly in disbelief.
I wonder if I could ask sensei if I could work alone again, nothing personal with this guy but, shelooked sideways at the silhouette that she saw shadowing the evening colored walls, the silhouettes of more than a dozen students talking, studying, working, laughing. Her thoughts went wayward as she whispered,
"Maybe I'm so used to being alone." she shook her head softly trying to figure out how she had gotten from her frustration of mind to that strange thought. She thought of Akira and all the other people that always gathered excitedly around them, talking in high-pitched voices, always laughing ,always their. She felt a sickly a feeling in her stomach all of a sudden remembering the strange weariness that she had feeling all day. Hikari sighed as she felt her eye twitch to the rhythm of intense scribbling coming next to her.
What is this guy writing? She thought eyeing him with annoyance and curiosity. He seemed engrossed in those creamy white pages as he wrote messily all over them with a black fountain pen. She looked down at her notes, once more, and feeling like she wouldn't get anything down before class ended, she figured, with resign that she could always do it for homework. Hikari hastily put everything away in her beige colored satchel and sighed lazily into her palms.
Now what? Hikari thought, wondering whether she should just fall asleep again, but deciding against it, self-consciously peered at Takashima-san. He was still writing in his notebook. Despite her anger, her curiosity getting the best of it, she craned her neck upward to take a peek at his black colored book Hikari could only make out a sentence that read,
Fusagareta mabuta kara nagaredashita namida,Kurikaeshi mushibamareru risei to chi no kakera
before she felt herself get startled by the sound of the notebook being hastily shut in front of her eyes. Takashima-san turned his head around to face her, with a look of slight annoyance in his face, putting the notebook on his lap hastily. Her face felt hot but she faced him either way, as to show that she wasn't afraid of him and his monotonous expression. He continued to stare at her, blankly, as if waiting for her to say something to explain herself. Hikari thought hastily of what she could blurt out at him with out making her seem like a nosy schoolgirl, when the bell rang loudly filling the whole class of an echoing ding dong that rebounded against the walls.
Not even waiting for her to begin to talk, Takashima-san stood up with the rest of the class, as they all rushed through to the door. Their shuffling in place drowned the voice of Takahashi –sensei who was trying to speak loudly enough for them to hear, his wheezy undertone yelling out,
"Okay, everyone dismissed, don't forget your project, due next week." Hikari stood sitting down for a moment and with out thinking, hastily picked up her notes and reached for Takashima-san touching him barely on the shoulder, saying
"Wait." She quickly withdrew her hand when he stopped to turn around to stare at her his blue eyes glancing at her with a dazed expression. She couldn't help but notice that his eyes were only slightly slanted sideways and that his skin was very pale. He looked partly foreigner she thought, as she saw his blonde hair cover slightly the raised eyebrows that he gave her. Hikari felt tongue-tied all of a sudden and then after several moments of silence she saw Takashima-senpai turn to leave. Impulsively she once again reached out to him, and said
"Wait, please." Seeing that he didn't stop this time, she stood their watching him leave the classroom, and Hikari not knowing what she was doing ran to him and stepped into his path.
It didn't turn out as she thought it would, because the moment she reached him, she lost her footing, misplacing her running ankle and she suddenly felt her body ram into his as she cut through his turn.. They both fell hard on the ground, and moments later were being rained on by several papers than had fallen from both their opened satchels. Takashima-san looked up at her, his face furious as he began to pick up his papers with haste. Hikari picked up, as well, some of her own papers and folders, pushing them in her satchel before picking up her algebra notebook, and with trembling fingers to pick up his black-leathered notebook. She felt undeniably embarrassed as he snatched it away from her and grabbing her arm roughly pulled them both up to their feet. Takashima-san glared at her intensely before saying edgily,
"What?"
Hikari bowed her head, abandoning her first class anger and whispered, "Sorry." For a moment, he looked at her wearingly before turning his heel and walking away. She looked up, suddenly at the sound of his loud footsteps echoing away and seeing that he wasn't there anymore felt her anger rise once again in her throat.
What's wrong with this guy? She thought heatedly, several moments later, turning the corner where the bus stop lay and where usually Akira would wait for her to walk walked across the small patch of field and cherry blossom trees, stomping once in a while on one of the fallen twigs that had half blossomed buds covering the twisted wood. She opened her algebra notes absent mindedly, which she had been carrying in her hand since class ended and felt startled as her eyes fell upon unfamiliar inky writing. She stopped completely under the next cherry blossom tree, as her eyes fell on the sentence she had once read before
Fusagareta mabuta kara nagaredashita namida,Kurikaeshi mushibamareru risei to chi no kakera, -Tears streamed from my squeezed-shut eyelids, My reason and the fragments of my blood are repeatedly undermined.
Hikari swayed a bit what she read and felt strangely hungry to keep on reading the black words etched on the notebook.
Whether or not I'll find you, I will search…under those feelings that I find impossible to suppress or the feeling of misery that follows me wherever I go...I find my urge to find you…to feel the skin under your dress brush against my bare skin…feeling the long years that have separated us…for so long...don't run…let me find you…
The rest continued on the next page and she tentatively filled with curiosity, turned the page and continued,
Imbue itself into the night with filthy fingertips ,And wrench you open until you're torn to shreds And its peeling emotions will creak in a shallow sleep
If it can erase just about everything entirely right now
There seemed to be more verses written after that and suddenly intrigued she leaned back on the base of the trunk of the nearest Sakura tree and continued to read slowly, trying to absorb the meaning of the words that she felt almost etching onto her skin. If I can erase just about everything entirely right now…
Don't go… the night will escape that which is the hand of death, breath upon me your light…don't abandon that which begs for you. I yearn to hate that hand which has been feeding the retched dog that sleeps within me…those bites that can only tear so much of your white skin…
It kept going like that on and on until only one line was left…
"And its fleeting memories will blur with the remaining pain" she whispered softly as she turned the page once again and saw that their were no more words, but notes, notes filling the lengths and columns of the pages, intertwining melodies and harmonies, both soft and loud. She tried instantly to hum the rhythm surprised that she found it to be both powerful and beautiful at the same time. As she closed the notebook defiantly, she smiled and whispered "What beautiful lyrics" she held the book closer to her chest and thought about, suddenly, the boy who had written them.
She thought that whatever his problem was, she somehow now understood, and she asked herself what was the reason that had brought him to Japan. To small, out of place Eiko. Hikari felt foolish when she looked back, thinking that she was probably bothering him, as he was trying to write this and she felt childish that she hadn't figured it out sooner. Hikari lifted her self up, feeling like something different and new had finally happened in the mist of all the synchronized days that had flown by. She took several steps forward and ran the rest of the way to the bus stop, feeling suddenly urged to talk to Takishima Kei.
As she reached the bus stop she noticed that it was getting darker as the blue velvety clouds were making the sky turn into a dazzling violet. There were several stars peering out unto her like frozen tears that would never fall, that would never fade. She still had the notebook in her hands and as she approached the stop, she did her best to hide in her arms before Akira could eye it. But Akira wasn't there. Hikari sighed, and figured that she had just left with the group of several freshman girls that crowded her like bees to a honeycomb.
And she was probably fed up with having to wait for her; it wasn't the first time it happened when Hikari was late. Secretly, Hikari did an inner flip as she walked happily to the next block. Her lips could not shake of the words, that she had read, the feelings that she was wondering could make a human write such phrases. Hikari sighed as she saw her house loom in the distance. She lived quite close to school, and Akira lived only a block over, Hikari's large white two-story complex.
She saw an orangey glow of the kitchen light on, and she felt her stomach rumble with sudden hungriness, and she thankfully knew she would soon be home, eating Genmai gohanand some sushi on the side. Hikari lifted the notebook to her nose, thinking that after dinner she might want to play the notes on her piano, when she got to her solitude of her room, and then show it to Takashima-san tomorrow.
But wouldn't he be upset that I read this she thought worriedly, thinking that if she were him she would not want anyone to read her music. She remembered how he had slammed the book shut when he noticed her peering over and she felt her heart almost stop when she saw who was waiting for her in the corner of the crossroad between where she stood and her front yard. Hikari wanted to turn back and run when she saw the look Takashima-san gave her as he noticed that she finally arrived. Her heel turned impulsively and she ran the other way to the side of the street, pass the fresh mowed lawns, and the flowering gardens that were kept in almost every household. She ran pass several large houses, jumping the high wooden fences between them and dared not to look back at the fast footsteps she was hearing behind her. Hikari was never a fast runner, and she felt her lungs about to burst when she reached the corner of Main Street.
Their was one of the many small woods across from where she stood and she thought crazily that maybe she could hide there for a while. Breathing heavily, she felt foolish as she sped through the autumn leaves that crunched when she stepped on then, and slipped through a tall massive bark of an old oak. Hikari panted heavily in turmoil as she slid down the trunk and coughed tiredly in her hand.
I wonder if I lost him. She stood up after a moment and looked behind her formidably and sighed relieved. Then she suddenly yelped as she felt herself being pinned down unexpectedly by a black haired stranger. Hikari screamed as she felt Takashima-san roughly snatch the black leather bound notebook from her sweaty palms, and pin her down harder onto the woodland ground. She saw his blue eyes glare at her deeply, as her eyes inevitable filled with tears, his body pressing unto hers hard. Through gritted teeth she heard him mutter,
"I didn't want to get of on a wrong start with you but, will you just leave me alone!, I don't want anything to do with a total stranger, I don't want to be your friend, or acquaintance or anything. Nothing, you understand!"
He got up hastily but not leaving before throwing her algebra notebook in her face. She got it, surprisingly, after it smacked her on her forehead, and she lay their on the ground way after he had gone, trying to absorb the unexpected turn of events.. She lay there far after she began to cry.
*Idiot
**Hello, My name is Hikari Hanazono
***Pleased to meet you. Literally," Please favor me."
A/N – Please tell me whether you liked it so I may put up the next chapter…
-This is completely AU and OOC, I regularly don't do those sorts of fics but how was it? Thank you very much, please review….
Lots of love, Dagger