This is my first Kare Kano fic, and I've only watched
episodes 1-6 (when does the next DVD come out? Does anybody know?), so please forgive
me if I make a mistake or don't include a character that you like that I have yet to see
(Who's Tsubaba, by the way?).
Steel and Concrete
Yukino Miyazawa sighed in disappointment at the dismal weather as she walked home. She had hoped that because the committee meeting ran so late into the night that it would've cleared up, but even moonlight could penetrate the thick rumbling clouds. At least it had stopped raining, except for a slight drizzle, nothing compared to the downpour that lasted almost all day. She hated the rain, not only because it chilled to the bone and spread colds, but because it disturbed him as well, the one person Yukino cared for the most who wasn't family: Souichirou Arima.
Despite all her best efforts, Arima still become depressed and moody on days like this, lost in his own world before Yukino was able to snap him out of it. She knew his gloomy character during storms was due to his memories about his former parents, though she wasn't exactly sure why. Yet she respected his privacy when he got the usual glazed look on his face while they were together under a shared umbrella, until she gently nudged him, reminding him that they had to move on.
They would've been going home with each other if it weren't for the impromptu meeting Yukino was required to attend. As she entered her house and greeted her family, Yukino decided to call Arima to apologize and maybe plan what to do for their second month anniversary that was coming up soon. The phone only rang once before it was picked up on the other end. "Hello?! Souichirou, is that you?!"
Yukino was surprised to hear Arima's mother so frantic. "No ma'am, it's me, Yukino Miyazawa, Arima's classmate, remember?"
"Oh, Miss Miyazawa, I was just about to call you," Arima's mother breathed. "Please tell me Souichirou is with you."
Eyes widening in confusion, Yukino replied, "No, he isn't. I had to stay late, so we couldn't walk from school together. Why do you ask?"
The phone fell from Yukino's hands as she heard the older woman sob, "Because he never came home today."
*****
When he finally awoke, he awoke with a splitting headache and the sensation of being in a moving automobile. He clumsily lifted one of his hands to the back of his skull, caked blood in his hair. He lay across the backseat of the mysterious vehicle he was in; the only movement he made was the gingerly fingering of the wound. He tried to think back on how he got the injury and where he was, but couldn't mentally pass the time he was waiting for Miyazawa. Any second afterwards was a complete blank to him.
"You shouldn't pick at it like that, or you might reopen it and get blood over a car that ain't technically mine," a gruff male voice reprimanded from the front. His eyes groggily opened, adjusting to the darkness to make out shadows. "Who are you?"
"That's a shame, Souichirou," the same voice responded, clicking his tongue, "that you don't even recognize your father. Your real father."
Author's Note: *bows* Gomen, I'm sorry it's short, but at least I have the next chappie up, right?
Yukino Miyazawa sighed in disappointment at the dismal weather as she walked home. She had hoped that because the committee meeting ran so late into the night that it would've cleared up, but even moonlight could penetrate the thick rumbling clouds. At least it had stopped raining, except for a slight drizzle, nothing compared to the downpour that lasted almost all day. She hated the rain, not only because it chilled to the bone and spread colds, but because it disturbed him as well, the one person Yukino cared for the most who wasn't family: Souichirou Arima.
Despite all her best efforts, Arima still become depressed and moody on days like this, lost in his own world before Yukino was able to snap him out of it. She knew his gloomy character during storms was due to his memories about his former parents, though she wasn't exactly sure why. Yet she respected his privacy when he got the usual glazed look on his face while they were together under a shared umbrella, until she gently nudged him, reminding him that they had to move on.
They would've been going home with each other if it weren't for the impromptu meeting Yukino was required to attend. As she entered her house and greeted her family, Yukino decided to call Arima to apologize and maybe plan what to do for their second month anniversary that was coming up soon. The phone only rang once before it was picked up on the other end. "Hello?! Souichirou, is that you?!"
Yukino was surprised to hear Arima's mother so frantic. "No ma'am, it's me, Yukino Miyazawa, Arima's classmate, remember?"
"Oh, Miss Miyazawa, I was just about to call you," Arima's mother breathed. "Please tell me Souichirou is with you."
Eyes widening in confusion, Yukino replied, "No, he isn't. I had to stay late, so we couldn't walk from school together. Why do you ask?"
The phone fell from Yukino's hands as she heard the older woman sob, "Because he never came home today."
When he finally awoke, he awoke with a splitting headache and the sensation of being in a moving automobile. He clumsily lifted one of his hands to the back of his skull, caked blood in his hair. He lay across the backseat of the mysterious vehicle he was in; the only movement he made was the gingerly fingering of the wound. He tried to think back on how he got the injury and where he was, but couldn't mentally pass the time he was waiting for Miyazawa. Any second afterwards was a complete blank to him.
"You shouldn't pick at it like that, or you might reopen it and get blood over a car that ain't technically mine," a gruff male voice reprimanded from the front. His eyes groggily opened, adjusting to the darkness to make out shadows. "Who are you?"
"That's a shame, Souichirou," the same voice responded, clicking his tongue, "that you don't even recognize your father. Your real father."
Author's Note: *bows* Gomen, I'm sorry it's short, but at least I have the next chappie up, right?