Disclaimer: CCS and Tada, Kimi Wo Aishiteru isn't mine.
Ok, this story runs back and forwards two time periods pretty frequently…so it might get a tad confusing. Enjoy!
It's because I fell in love with you:僕は彼女に恋した
Chapter One: From that moment
Sakura; she was the biggest liar I've known in my life. I remember once, she told me about espers – a telepathic being found in scientific texts and movies. Sakura told me – 'I found a theory to detect an esper! Want me to tell you – and I think…Meiling-san is an esper,' she said, with a cheeky grin on her face, tempting me to try out her philosophy.
While she was such a smooth liar, I was the most gullible person on the planet. I believed her, when she told me the way to detect an esper.
She told me that about the esper, because she knew I had a small crush on Meiling, and she knew it'll tempt me to ask her if she was an esper. End result: make me look like a fool.
But Sakura, my little crush on Meiling…was nothing…nothing compared to…
Sakura…I know I never asked you…but why did you lie…even to me?
It was seven years ago…
…
I saw you, Sakura, standing there, with your arm raised to cross the pedestrian crossing – but no car was letting you cross there when every other student crossed the road further up. You looked so helpless, standing there with your hand up, trying to take a step with a determined expression on your face.
"Um…you're better off crossing at the next block," I told you, "All the students force the drivers to let them cross over there – its closer,"
Prepared to leave, I readjusted my shoulder bag, and almost turned around – until I heard you, Sakura speak. "But that's wrong, isn't it? This is a pedestrian crossing!"
I found myself smiling at your innocence. Did you know that, Sakura? Then I held my grin back, and told you quite seriously, "You'll never get across here. You'll be even later to the graduation ceremony,"
"Then we're both late!" you replied enthusiastically. It was then; I decided you were a weirdo. Forcing a grin onto my face, I turned away from you, but it wasn't long – I'd say ten metres of so – before I turned back around to see if you've gone and followed my instructions.
But what I saw – was not what I expected. You had gone a metre out onto the crossing, with your arm up, waiting for a Samaritan to let you pass.
You caught me looking – I quickly turned away, my cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Ignoring my total mortification, you smiled (I didn't even know your name then, remember?), and said determinedly to me, "Don't worry! You go along! I'm going to see if there's any kind person that let's me cross."
You stopped talking to me then, and focused on trying to cross the road at the crossing.
Impulsively, I got my camera out, and took a snapshot of it. You looked back at me then, with a strange expression on me, and you inquired, "Are you taking a picture of me?"
"No!"
I saw you grin mysteriously, and you replied slowly and carefully, "Most people would notice, if you were to take a picture of them…are you a senior?"
I felt like telling you I was actually a freshman, like you Sakura, but instead, I awkwardly smiled, and headed off to class. I planned on developing those pictures once I got home. That very picture is still hanging on my wall to this day, did you know, Sakura? You, with that determination on your face, and the cars zooming past you in a blur – the world were ever revolving, but time stood still when I saw you.
…
Sakura, did I ever tell you… I honestly thought you were awfully strange and out-of-place when I first met you? With your peculiar sense of style and fashion, your childish demeanour, and your cheeky grin; you seemed different from all the other people in my classes. We shared only one class together in university, humanity studies, and each time, you would fall asleep within two minutes of the lecture. Sometimes, you even let out a little snore, and fidget around like a squirrel. I, who sat two rows behind you, felt like laughing at you then, if only the lecturer wasn't so strict-looking.
But then you approached me and my lonely table at lunch, and sat down next to me, with your little donut wheat biscuits, and me with my apple and cinnamon muffin. You stood there, looking at me, before smiling ever so slightly and going, "May I sit next to you?"
I recognised you immediately, because even if I didn't remember your face, I remembered your immature and childish appearance. What could I say? I think you're weird, so no; you can't sit next to me! …. Of course I couldn't say that!
I motioned for you to sit next to me, and you plopped down, and got out your donut wheat biscuits. I remember me looking at them, one eyebrow raised. You saw my curiosity at them, and you declared proudly, "Wheat donut biscuits! They're so yummy!" and shoved one into your mouth, "I have a condition that only allows me to have the smell of one hundredth of a normal human being,"
At that, my thoughts returned to my side infection, where I had to put on an ointment every hour or so. I've been paranoid of it smelling badly – a reason I never got close to people. I thought, maybe it was safe to be around this girl…maybe she won't mind me…
"Ne, we haven't introduced each other properly, have we now? My name's Kinomoto Sakura! Nice to meet you," you said, putting your biscuits down. I smiled politely, and shook your hand.
"Li Syaoran," I replied back, truly smiling.
"Then…why don't we be friends?" you said, letting go of my hand and eating another biscuit again.
I grimaced inwardly, and said unsurely, "I'm not sure how it came to that…"
I gave you an open ended answer to the end, didn't I, Sakura? I never answered that question. But I wish I did.
Come to think of it, I've never seen you eat anything else much but those donut shaped wheat biscuits. Is it because the wheat smells is so strong – it's one of the only things you can smell? I've always wondered, Sakura…were they to assure you…that your senses were still working; that you weren't just fading away? You always appeared so happy; your emerald green eyes sparkling with inner pleasure that everything that happens.
I didn't know when it happened, but all my thoughts of you being an odd person vanished from that moment.
…
"So did you manage to cross the road?" I questioned you, in humanity studies. You seemed to try and pay attention this time, considering I was sitting next to you. Yawning, you stretched your arms, and sighed animatedly.
You shook your head in a heavy way, and looked rather disappointed, "No one! Not a single person let me cross the road…"
Watching my facial expression – which was filled with amusement and entertainment then – you seemed to defend yourself with dignity, "But that doesn't mean I'll give up! One that, I will cross that road. I swear!"
I chuckled, and copied the notes of the whiteboard while occasionally glancing back at you, "You know, I do know a way of crossing that road of yours…" I suddenly felt rather pleased with myself – that I was able to help you in some way. And to see that giant smile on your face – that was the highlight of my day, "but before that…" I pointed to the notes on the board and prepared to receive whining from you.
But when I realised I wasn't getting any response – I looked back at you, and found you were sleeping. With a dear, soft expression upon your face. For some reason, I didn't have the heart to wake you up from your deep slumber. I wanted to see that face of yours for a little longer. One of calmness and peace.
I could hear no one else, but you that day.
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End of chapter one
My Japanese is pretty scratchy – but I'm pretty sure the title of the story is correct…
"Boku wa Kanojyou ni koishita."
From what I can gather, it pretty much means, I (male version) fell in love with her, which is the closest I can get to the original title… XD
Can someone please correct me if the translation is wrong?? My Japanese isn't pro at all XD
Anyway, please review!! I really want to know if the second person perspective was ok and understandable – I've never written using this perspective before…it was kind of refreshing.
I haven't ran this story through my editor yet – so please excuse any errors in phrasing and wording.
