Admirers Scare Me
Heh heh…I've been meaning to write this for a while. I like it and I hope that other people like it too.
Warnings: Mentioned Shonen-ai :D
Chapter 1 – So It Begins…
"Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring."
Red eyes scanned the different e-mails with a dreamy glaze in her eyes. All the letters were about the same things, plenty of people had written to her more than once. Why her advice column was so popular…Hilary had no idea.
Tyson had told her it was because she gave good advice. To him, good advice is to tell Kai that you like him.
Hilary smiled at the thought. Tyson didn't seem to care what anyone thought about him. Not until the transfer student came to their Junior High…Kai Hiwatari. Russian, cold, and oh so very hot.
After a moment, Hilary turned back to the screen, frowning at the longest one to date. The fourteen-year-old girl decided to read it, quickly finding that it was a Cheerleader complaining about a failing grade in her Math class.
With a groan, Hilary banged her head on the desk. It was the best thing she had, and she had to have something written up by tonight. She yawned and glanced at the computer clock, frowning. It was getting late. If she wanted to be awake for class tomorrow, she needed to hurry up and finish this.
Stretching, Hilary straightened and began typing a full out response to the stupid Cheerleader's letter.
About fifteen minutes later, Hilary had answered two others. She still needed one more, since she normally did four.
Only problem was, she had gone through all of her e-mails and letters, and there wasn't any left for her to respond to.
Hilary sighed and began looking through them again, hoping that there was one that she had missed, or she would be forced to answer yet another letter complaining about how horrible someone's love life is, or how much they love someone…
Ugh.
Muttering to herself, Hilary quickly logged into her e-mail, expecting an empty Inbox. Her eyes widened, however, when she saw a new message. The bolded blue print made her frown. It had to be an e-mail for her article; no one knew her personal e-mail address…at the risk of people knowing that she wrote the column.
From: byakko.dreams
Sent: April 23rd 9: 47 PM
To: helphama
Subject: You never know…
Dear Hilary,
My name is byakko.dream, as far as we're concerned at the moment, and I have been reading your column for a very long time. I have heard a few complaints from people, but there is always a critic out there.
By now you're probably wondering how the hell I know your name. Well…it was completely by accident, thank you very much. I did not waste my time stalking you…though I'm guessing I should have. Stalking you would have been so much fun.
Excuse me; I must be freaking you out pretty badly by now. I'm sorry; it was not my intention to do so.
The truth is that I hope you reply to this, Hilary Tatibana. I've admired you for a while now. I don't mean for you to reply through the newsletter, if that's what you're wondering. No, I mean for you to reply to me through E-Mail. Perhaps…we can talk a little more.
Yours Truly,
byakko.dream, your Secret Admirer
Hilary's mouth dropped open and she stared at the screen for a moment, debating on whether or not she should answer it. This byakko.dream could be anyone…one of her friends at school playing a trick on her, the Editor of the School Newspaper, or even some stalker she might have met online.
A shiver ran up the girl's spine at the thought. Maybe she had accidentally revealed some personal information…
Hesitantly, Hilary clicked the reply button overtop the E-Mail and began typing furiously back to her 'Secret Admirer.' She could hardly believe that this person actually knew who she was, let alone admired her.
byakko.dream sat in front of his computer, nibbling at a nail nervously. It was a bad habit of his, he knew that but…he couldn't help but panic. What had convinced him to write to her?
It wasn't that he didn't actually feel that way it was just…
Taking a deep breath, byakko.dream relaxed and stared up at his bedroom ceiling. It had to be done eventually…
"Oh my god, isn't he the cutest!"
Hilary rolled her eyes at the nonstop squealing of her schoolmates, Emily Star and Mariah Ying, both who were gawking at the group of guys playing basketball.
More specifically, a certain guy playing basketball. Rei Kon just seemed to be the bishie of every girl's dream, other than Hilary of course. She hadn't had any interest in guys for ages.
With a sigh, Hilary turned back to the book she held in her hand. It was the guy's turn to play, since the girl's needed a break. Though, from the breathless appearances of both Emily and Mariah, not many girls seemed to be actually resting.
"Tyson! Catch the damn ball!"
"I'm trying! I'm trying!"
Hilary laughed lightly at Tyson and Kai. Her blue-haired friend was struggling with the ball, trying desperately to catch. Tyson was good at most sports, but Hilary guessed that Basketball just wasn't his thing.
After a moment, Hilary's eyes fell on Rei as well. He was smiling and laughing with his teammates about something…something she didn't really care about.
Hilary huffed a bang out of her eyes, shaking her head. What was so great about this one guy? He didn't look any different than a lot of the guys in the room…let alone in the school. Just another 'cool' guy playing the part and spending his days acting like an idiot.
Hilary's mind turned off Rei for the moment, since she had her own problem to worry about then…guy problems.
byakko.dream…
A thoughtful look fell on Hilary's face as she thought about what he was like. From that one, kind of short e-mail, Hilary hadn't perfectly understood what byakko.dream was like.
She had not yet told Tyson about that e-mail…and she didn't plan to for a while. Not until she fully understood what she was getting herself into by replying to that message.
From: hamahelp
Sent: April 23rd 10: 03 PM
To: byakko.dream
Subject: RE: You never know…
byakko.dreams,
I am mildly disturbed by thee fact that you know my name, and the thought has crossed my mind that you are a stalker. And it has not left.
However, I am willing to listen to how you know me and exactly how you got this e-mail address. Your name is a hard one to go by, no? How about telling me the truth.
I was immensely surprised by the content of your e-mail for more than one reason, and I would love it greatly if you discontinued to confuse me with your, er, interesting choice of words.
Reply quickly,
Hilary Tatibana
A frown spread across his lips. He got an answer, but it was not the answer that he was looking for…
After a moment, he straightened in his chair and began typing at the computer quickly. How much information would he give away…?
Not enough for her to know who he was, that was for sure. He wasn't ready to go that far…
"What's the matter with you today Hil?" asked a tall, blue-haired girl as she seated herself next to Hilary. "Are the popular kids getting at you again?"
Hilary blinked and then smiled, shaking her head. "No…just a little…confused I guess." She shrugged. "Where's your brother Mariam?"
Mariam shrugged. "I don't know. What Tyson does is not for me to care lately…" she muttered, poking at her salad. Mariam often got a little touchy on the subject of her brother lately, mostly because she didn't like the fact that Tyson was constantly busy with his newly found boyfriend.
Hilary sighed and ate a fry, looking around the busy cafeteria. It was emptier than usual, probably because everyone was outside, enjoying the nice day. They hadn't had such a sunny day for weeks, thanks to the constant snowfall, and now that all the white stuff had melted…
People couldn't help but enjoy their long period of warmth.
"Just you wait and see," muttered Hilary later into the Lunch Hour. "They'll all be complaining about how they wish it was snowing, that it's too hot."
Mariam sniggered. "Isn't that the truth?" She grinned and shook her head. "Always a critic Hil, always a critic."
"And very proud of it too!" Hilary smiled and then stood up with her tray. "I'm going to go and find Tyson." She announced, starting away.
Mariam hesitated for a moment, and then got to her feet as well, following the brown-haired girl. "Wait! I'm coming too!"
"They were eating."
"I swear, food has taken the romance out of their lives."
Hilary and Mariam looked at each other and then laughed, started towards Kai and Tyson. The two were sitting together, Tyson laying down on the grass with a content look on his face, Kai just shaking his head at the Japanese boy.
"So…you guy's ready for class?" asked Hilary, crouching behind them. Mariam planted herself next to her, frowning at her brother.
"Good god Tyson…this isn't the time to be taking a nap."
"Aw man…leave me alone Mariam!"
"Yeah, as ready as we'll ever be." Replied Kai, rolling his eyes at the two Kinomiyas. "Though…I doubt Tyson is going to stay awake the entire time…"
"Hey Kai," spoke up Mariam, staring at him for a moment. "How come when you speak, you don't have a Russian accent?"
Tyson opened his eyes, sitting up and looking at Kai too. "Hey…that's true…"
Hilary and Kai just shook their heads at them.
"Don't be idiots."
"That was a rude question!"
From: byakko.dream
Sent: April 24, 12: 33 PM
To: hamahelp
Subject: Re: RE: You never know…
Dearest Hilary,
I did not mean to offend you/freak you out in anyways. It was most certainly NOT my intention. I realize that I should explained myself a little more clearly to you, so that you didn't feel as threatened by my e-mail.
I got to the same school as you, and I'm in the same grade…hm…what else can I tell you? I would tell you everything, but…at the moment, that's just not possible. It would ruin everything. I'm sure you understand the importance of a secret identity.
Hilary, I don't know you that well, as a friend, but I know you as a classmate. You're the bravest, honest, most wonderful, though rather critical, person I have ever had the opportunity to meet, and I know for a fact that you either don't notice me or hate me.
Heh. It's funny, how the table has finally been turned…
Yours Truly,
byakko.dreams
Hilary blinked at the computer screen, frowning at the Sent date. That would mean that this…byakko.dreams guy was either a liar and really was a stalker or…
Someone at her school with a laptop.
Hilary bit her lip, thoughtfully. Yes, she understood the important of keeping your own identity secret…she had thought about it too much. The danger of being hated at school, insulted and most likely bullied at school because of her advice…
What did he have to hide?
"Heh…he's probably just a coward behind a keyboard…" muttered Hilary, moving the cursor to shut the window. It wasn't worth replying to…
She hesitated and then cursed and mentally kicked herself before beginning to write a response.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story! Please review and tell me what you think. :)
-Dranzen