LivLiv: I HAVE RESURFACED
It's me, Olivia Lively, and I present to you Chapter One of an old story I hadn't finished. Firstly, I need to tell my readers, old and new, of how sorry I am that I deleted and didn't finish some of my stories. It's annoying when you start enjoying a story that will never be completed. But before I begin, I think I should tell you a bit about my life. It's horrible, so if you aren't in the mood for a sad story, skip the rest of this author's note.
August 13, 2013, the day it all turned to ash, it all turned sour. I was 18, had recently graduated high school, and the next month, I'd be heading off to journey through my first year at University. Queen's University, to be specific. If there are any Canadians out there, they'll understand that Queen's is one of the best universities in the country. Kind of like Canada's Harvard. I'm guessing I had finished my shift at McDonald's, and was leaving the place to greet my sister, my soul mate and best friend in the parking lot. She waited for me in our red, beaten up Hyundai Sonata. Beaten up, because the winter before, sometime around last year, I spun violently in my car as I drove my friends to a local Christmas show and crashed into a sign, having my car stuck in the ditch.
Now, as my sister drove me home, she had a seizure. I wasn't able to prevent our car from crashing into oncoming traffic. She broke her foot, her ankle, her knee, her hip, her arm and BOTH of her legs. I broke my elbow, my nose, fractured my humorous and clavicle, and suffered a severe brain injury.
We spent a month in the hospital, and then my sister went to live in a retirement home, and I was stuck in rehab. For the past 4 months, fan fiction has been my comfort. I've read stories over again, I've started new ones, and I figured that I should start writing. Now I'm ready. I couldn't imagine if my favourite author's had deleted their stories. I wouldn't be able to… well, do anything, really.
I know it's sad that my future was ripped from right under me, but I need some entertainment. A way for me to be creative. So here it is, a new copy, that will be finished, of The Train.
I'm sorry it took me so long. Enjoy reading!
Sunday, 11:35 pm.
"Attention all passengers, train 162 to Tokyo will depart in five minutes. Train 162 to Tokyo will depart in five minutes."
"Excuse me! Sorry!" A young woman said, running through the Sapporo train station filled with people. She carried a big black purse, the only luggage she was taking with her. Her black stilettos clicked on the echoing floor, her long pink hair swished behind her and her short, blue summer dress bounced in each step. But this girl, possibly just out of high school, was determined to make the train to Tokyo.
When two human beings, running hastily to a destination collide, the impact is so sharp and unexpected that both persons fall backward, dropping everything in their hands and realizing what just happened.
"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry sir!" The pinkette said.
"No, it was my fault. Sorry miss." He said, grabbing his briefcase and blazer.
"I didn't see you, I was in a hurry!"she explained. "I'm really sorry." she got up, grabbed her purse and continued to run.
11:38pm
"All passengers, this is the final call for those boarding the 11:40 train to Tokyo. It will be departing in two minutes. Again, this is the final call for train 162 to Tokyo."
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"Is this the train to Tokyo?" the girl said.
"Yes, may I have your ticket and ID?" the brown haired attendant asked.
"Oh, I'm not an unaccompanied minor." The girl informed.
"I still need your ID." The attendant said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's been a long time since I was on a train." She laughed and handed her the ticket and ID card.
"Alright, thank you. Enjoy your ride."
11:39pm
The high heeled girl walked down the small aisle of the train looking for a seat. But, there were none to be found.
It's so full. I should have planned ahead of time. The girl thought.
Walking into the second seating room, she noticed one open seat. It was next to a person who sat at the window seat, looking out. She walked forward to take the empty seat next to said person, only to notice the seat was taken by a small instrument box that she noted to be a violin.
"Is this seat taken –" the girl stopped talking, the person sitting in the window seat was a young man. He had blue hair and a peaceful look on his face. He was sleeping. Trying not to disturb him, she picked up his violin and put it in the overhead compartments. She closed the small cupboard but the door didn't stay closed, it flung open hitting her head. She slammed it again and again, but it was no use. Suddenly, a hand took the compartment door and gave it a strong slam. The girl turned around and saw the blue haired boy standing behind her with sleep in his eyes. Which were also blue, as his hair. Not the sleep, his eyes were blue.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you! Oh I'm such an idiot. First I get into all of this trouble, then I bump into that guy at the airport and then I wake you up -"
"Just… be quiet." He said.
"Sor-."
"Un!" he stopped her, taking his seat and putting the blanket and pillow back in place. She in turn sat down next to him. She shifted around to find a comfy position.
"If you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time. If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting. Time after time"
The pink-head picked up her ringing cell phone and pressed talk.
"Hello?" she said in a cheerful voice. "This is Amu…Yeah?.. Sorry, I think you have the wrong number. Bye." She hung up her phone and put it on silent. "Stupid boys." She muttered. She turned to the blue haired man sitting next to her. "So you're going to Tokyo?" she asked.
"This is the train to Tokyo?" he asked, concerned.
"Oh no! Where were you headed? It's too late now, the train already left. Maybe we can tell the conductor and-!"
"Relax, I'm just teasing." He smirked.
"That wasn't very funny. I'm Amu by the way. Amu Hinamori." She smiled.
"Ikuto Tsukiyomi." He said blankly.
"Why are you going to Tokyo?" she asked.
"I'm performing there."
"With the violin?" Amu asked.
"You ask dumb questions." Ikuto smirked.
"Fine then. I'm just trying to be friendly instead of being such a grump all the time." She crossed her arms and faced the other way.
"It's a long way to Tokyo. Why don't we try to get along?" he said.
"Whatever."
"Why are you going to Tokyo?" he asked.
"Personal reasons."
"Hmm. Let me guess. You are going to Tokyo to find the man of your dreams?"
"No."
"You want to make it big? Get famous and rich?" he smirked.
"No."
"Or are you running away? According to the amount of luggage you have, the clothes you are wearing and how you were the last one on the train it is the most likely answer."
She went silent. He was good, but she wasn't going to tell him anything.
"I smell hesitating." He said teasingly.
"I'm not hesitating. It's none of your business and I'm not running away." She said.
"If you are, Tokyo might not be the best place to go. It's very crowded, and not everyone will be kind to you and give you the attention you need. Tokyo is a place for ambition." He said, but sleep had overcome her and her eyes fluttered shut. "Just a kid…" he wondered, looking at her sleeping face.
Monday, 3:21am.
Amu Hinamori's eyes opened slowly. Her back was sore from the uncomfortable train seating, and her legs were cramped up from having no room to stretch them out. There was a dark blue blanket gently placed on her lap, and her head was cushioned with something warm.
"Good morning." The man next to her said. She felt his voice rumble under her, and shot up quickly.
"S-sorry." She said, looking the other way.
"It's alright. You were pretty dead for a few hours. I was getting worried, but then I noticed you were drooling."
"Oh shut up." She looked out the window, watching the cities fly by with the sound of snores and the train speeding over the tracks surrounding her.
"You never did tell me why you're leaving home." He said, breaking the silence.
"I'm running away." She said bluntly. She didn't want to fight anymore, she was tired and she felt weird. It wasn't her stomach; she didn't have a headache or a fever, but her whole being felt weird. Insecure, frightened. She didn't know why. It couldn't be that she was leaving so suddenly. It couldn't be the problems she had created in the past coming up to get her. It was something on its own.
You see, this girl, this pink-haired young girl, had never been alone in her life. She has always had friends or family to depend on. She's always had money and everything she wanted was at her fingertips. Being on her own, on a train going to an unfamiliar place, was something new. Loneliness was something new. She couldn't decipher what this weird feeling inside her was, but the gospel truth is that she was lonely.
"Why?" he asked.
"It's personal." She said.
"So?"
"So what?" she asked.
"You look scared. Talking about your problems can help a lot." He said.
She kept silent for a while.
"I've made a mess, and I'm too ashamed to clean it up." She said finally.
"You should clean it up. It's better being embarrassed than lonely." He said.
"Who said I was lonely?" she asked, confused.
"It's written all over your face. It's hard to avoid. It's better to just clean up your mess."
"But some messes you can fix, and some you can't. Sometimes it's just better to leave. Sometimes it's just you that is the mess."
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, curious.
"Take it this way; say a tree growing by a river suddenly fell. The tree was blocking the water from running downstream, so it was causing a problem for all of the animals that lived down that way. The animals were angry at the tree, telling it that it was worthless and causing problems, but the tree couldn't do anything about it. It couldn't move, and the water rushing on one side was putting so much pressure on the tree that it started to hurt. One day, the tree finally broke free, and went down the river on its own. All of the animals were happy that they had water near their homes, but sad that the tree left. When the tree was free, it found its way to a pond and floated there for the rest of its life. The tree was happy because it wasn't bothering anyone and it found a home that it was comfortable with." She explained.
Ikuto was silent.
"That was really dumb." He said.
"Well excuse me. Maybe you shouldn't pry into other people's lives."
"I'm just teasing. But I understand."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I mean, you were only making it worse for other people. It bothers me when people say 'never give up' because sometimes it's the only thing that can make you happy. Sometimes you have to give in." he said.
"Yeah." Amu said to herself, looking down.
"I'm tired." Ikuto said, yawning.
"Goodnight."
Monday, 7:49am
The sun peaked through each of the train's windows. You could hear quiet conversations all over the train and watch the attendant walk around and hand newspapers to everyone who was awake.
Amu Hinamori woke up for the second time today. She was resting on Ikuto's chest again, and the blanket was wrapped around the both of them.
"Well, well, well…" Ikuto said. Amu could feel him smirking.
"Don't even." She stopped him before he could say anything.
"Well I was just thinking that we looked a lot like a couple for a while. It was nice." He teased.
An attendant came by and handed a menu to the both of them. Amu analyzed it for a second until she felt as if a large frog was caught in her throat.
Sweetheart's Breakfast
The 'I Love You' Special. Two heart shaped pancake with strawberries. 4.99
Ten Year Anniversary Special. Eggs, Bacon, home fries and toast. 4.99
Newly Weds Waffles. Waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries. 5.99
"E-excuse me but we're not-!" Amu stuttered, turning red.
"Two 'I Love You' specials please." Ikuto said, smiling at Amu and the attendant.
Amu suddenly went pale and lost her ability to speak.
"Coming right up!" The attendant smiled cheerfully.
"You…" Amu hissed, turning to Ikuto. She expected him to smirk, but instead he was smiling.
"What's wrong Amu?"His smile was fake. He was acting as If nothing was wrong.
"Never mind." She muttered, crossing her arms. She picked up a newspaper from Sapporo that someone had left on the floor. She scanned the front cover.
"Aruto Tsukiyomi's son comes to Sapporo."
Below the heading was a picture of Ikuto, playing the violin under a spotlight.
"Violinist, Ikuto Tsukiyomi, son of Aruto Tsukiyomi performed in Sapporo last Thursday, his last stop on his summer tour. The young violinist was taught by his father since age 3, and has performed many times before. Now, aged twenty four, he has made his third tour across Japan alone. He has performed with the Sapporo Symphony many times, but has decided to compose his own music."
"Wow." Amu said.
"What?" Ikuto asked.
"You're famous."
"What?" Ikuto asked again, leaning over to take a look at the paper. "Oh. That." He said looking away.
"What's wrong with that? It's pretty impressive. Even if you are a perverted know it all." Amu teased.
"Thanks." He said sarcastically.
"Here are your pancakes!" the attendant sang as she placed the pancakes on the small train table in front of the two.
"Thank you so much." Ikuto said smiling. "Strawberries are our thing. That's what I call my little Amu. Strawberry, because of her hair." He said with lovey-dovey sound in his voice. He leaned over and kissed Amu on the cheek. She stayed silent. "Oh she's just embarrassed." He smiled again.
"If you don't get out of my face I shove a stick so far up your ass that you will choke on it." Amu whispered so only Ikuto could hear. He started laughing hysterically.
"Amu! You can't say those things here, you naughty minx." He turned to the attendant. "She likes talking dirty." The attendant left awkwardly.
A beat red Amu turned to Ikuto with a glint of evil in her eye. He smirked.
"You're a bastard." She muttered.
"Yes. Now would you like to feed me?"
"No."
"You're so cold." He picked up his fork and stabbed one of the strawberries. He raised it up and drove it into Amu's mouth.
"Wha a hee ahh ooo ooing?!" she said as he shoved the strawberry into her mouth.
"Watching you turn red." He said simply. Amu raised her fist quickly.
POW!
They ate in silence.
Still Monday, 9:10.
"Attention all passengers of Train 162, we are happy to say that we will arrive in Tokyo on time. We will arrive in the station in about ten minutes, and you can leave ten minutes after. Thank you for riding *** Transportation. Have a wonderful day.
By now, Ikuto had apologized to Amu. For the past two hours, they have been talking about random things. Ikuto had mainly listened to Amu talk, but he didn't mind. He liked watching her go on and on about all of her weird teachers in her high school, the dances, her prom, her favorite movies, music and what she likes to do.
"But that was when Tadase was really nice and fun. Now he's all controlling and rude. He was a good prom date though. When he got voted Prom King he started calling everyone peasants! It was hysterical! But now I - Oh. I'm sorry. I've been talking all this time!" she freaked out.
"No it's fine. I like watching you talk." He said.
"Ha. What about you? Did you go to prom?" she asked, trying to cool down her red face.
"No, I was performing." He said.
"Are you serious?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Yes."
"You didn't go to your prom?"
"I was performing." He said, unsure of where she was taking this.
"I know, but I'm still freaked out. That's so sad." She said.
"Not really. I like playing the violin. I was with my father, so it wasn't so bad."
"Was your girlfriend disappointed?" she asked.
"I've never had a girlfriend." He said.
"WHAT?!" she said loudly.
"Girls waste my time. They want all of this attention that I can't give, or they like me for the wrong reasons."
"That's so sad. But not all girls are like that. I know a lot of nice girls." She said.
"I know." He said, looking at her. She looked at him confusedly, but shrugged it off.
"A-anyway, so what was high school like for you?"
"Attention all passengers, we have now arrived at the Tokyo train station. Thank you for choosing *** Transportation. We hope you have had a safe trip."
Everyone got up and started gathering their things from the overhead compartments. Ikuto had his violin out and handed Amu her purse. They walked out of the train and into the station, one behind the other.
"So where are you headed?" he asked.
"I don't know. Yet." She said sadly. She didn't want to leave Ikuto. "I'll miss you." She tried her best to smile.
"Come with me." He said.
"What?"
"I've got an apartment here."
"I can't just free-load off of a stranger." She said, unsure.
"I'm not a stranger. I'm your lover." He smirked.
"EXCUSE ME?!" She shouted.
"Shh! Not so loud. The receipt proves it all." He fumbled around in his jacket pocket looking for a small piece of paper. Amu took a close look at it, but Ikuto pulled it away and read it out loud. "'$ 9.00 for two Sweetheart Specials. For lovers only.'"
"It doesn't say that!" Amu said. She ripped the piece of paper out of his hands and read it.
"'$ 9.00 for two Sweetheart Specials. For lovers only.'"
Oh God. It DID say that. Just as she was going to say a smart comment back to Ikuto, he leaned in and gave her a kiss.
"Come on, Strawberry." He said, taking her hand.
She guessed she wouldn't mind living with him. He's lonely too. It's written all his over face.
THE END.
So dearies, there it is, my old story. It gives me a funny feeling reading it over again. Ah to be young.
OliviaLively
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