A/N: *Sighs* This marks my comeback to the world of Fanfiction after... *counts fingers* seven months. Well, it was tough coping with anime hating parents, school work, exams, more school work, annoying siblings, rivals and, uh, school work but I survived somehow. *shifty eyes*
Anyhow, this is my very first La Corda d'oro fic.
I hope you enjoy it! :)
Dedications: For Devilish Dream, without whom, I'd have an awesome love life with Takumi Usui. JK~
Anyhow, this is for unknowingly helping me getting over my hard block of seven months. I hope you find it alright, Taani-chan! ^_^
On the way back home
The golden rays of the evening sun stream through the windows of the abandoned music room which was booked under the name of "Tsukimori Len" just minutes ago. A month earlier, at this exact moment, he was still here, practicing until she interrupted him with her unexpected confession. A month and a day earlier, he had left the room approximately an hour and 20 minutes later.
But it is forty minutes past five and he's already at the school gate, waiting for his red-haired girlfriend. Their rendezvous was scheduled at half past five sharp and Tsukimori Len is known for his punctuality. Maybe that is why he is standing here, trying his best not to freak out at his girlfriend's tardiness. He thinks of giving her a call, even removes his cell-phone thrice, but puts it back each time, deciding against it since it would make him seem too desperate. She's just 10 minutes late, for God's sake. It isn't a big deal and he is definitely not bothered by it.
Walking time, talking time; Tsukimori Len might as well be counted in as a clock. A living one. And like time, Tsukimori Len waits for no one. Yet he stands here and waits for her, with a hand stuck in his pocket, fighting the urge to make a call and inquire the red-head's whereabouts.
"Tsukimori-kun!"
The girl shows up 10 minutes later. Approximately 20 minutes and 30 seconds late, but who's counting?
"Sorry," she pants, "did I make you wait too long?"
Had it been someone else, he would have pointed them of their tardiness in a condescending tone. But Kahoko isn't "someone else". She is his girlfriend.
"No, I just got here myself."
He coughs a lie, averting his gaze from her golden eyes, fearing he would get caught.
"Thank God!" she exclaims, smiling cheerfully. "Shall we leave?"
He utters an almost inaudible "Hn" and leads her out of the school gates.
The spring breeze is pleasantly cool today. It smells of the cherry blossoms that surround the intersection near the park he would play in when he was young. He looks at her red hair and remembers last year's Summer festival. She had worn Sakura flowers in her hair. That makes him remember of the pink yukata, too. And he blushes slightly at the thought of Kahoko in a yukata. Yukatas look really good on her.
"And then he took her pen and threw it out of the window…"
She laughs. Her laughter is honey to his ears. It is sweeter than the perfect music he plays. And when she smiles at him, his heart skips a beat. Bathed in sunset, Kahoko looks stunningly beautiful. And at once, he forgets the scent of the spring breeze, the drifting Sakura petals, the setting sun, and the people walking past them, even the sound of her contagious laughter. And all he does is gaze at her for many long moments as she isolates him from the rest of the world.
Walking time, talking time; Tsukimori Len might as well be counted in as a clock. A living one. But on the way back home, he loses the track of time.
A/N: I spent so much time writing something after seven whole months. Wouldn't you please spare a minute or two to drop me a review? I'd be happy! :)