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This story is kind of weird, not to mention Kaoru is completely OOC!
On the first day of school, I had a mixed reaction…disbelief, and slight nausea; I don't know why, I should have been used to it by now—it's happened every year. And every year I ask myself why I said that(not why I keep ice skating, I love it too much…though, sometimes I don't want too). And every year, I don't have an exact answer. Maybe it's that I want her approval, she's still in my class, you know, my first crush(I don't feel that way towards her anymore though), she's only offered me a polite smile when she heard of my greatest strength. But…somehow, I don't think it's that. Maybe I just want someone to find out and tell the world how good I've gotten, how the hours, tears, and occasionally blood, have paid off, while they scoffed. That happened a few years back, actually, and now I'm hounded by most of the girls in school thanks to it. No, I'm sure that's not it.
Maybe…I want someone who understands.
I might have found him. This boy, he was skating around the rink today. I'm just so excited, I can hardly think. I just…I just want to see how far he can go! He's just started, so there isn't much of a chance of him getting, say to the nationals, but…he's my age and he's ice skating too. It's been a long time I've felt this good; and for once, I wasn't acting when I smiled. And it's been a long time since I've smiled like that. Even if this guy's super strong(his 'friendly' clap hurt), I think I might have met someone who can understand me.
Masaki-kun is a girl. Masaki-kun is a girl. Masaki-kun is a girl.
I'm sure my face is twisted into a look of absolute shock and horror. From his, her, I correct myself, crestfallen expression, I'm sure it is. I stare at her, and she stares at me for what seems to be an eternity. Then a spotlight shines on me, and I remember my act. A gentle smile floats across my face, and stays there, stuck like I had used glue. Funny, it never used to hurt this much. As I see her smile, my heart falls, I had hoped that she could have understood me, even if she wasn't what I thought she was.
But then I watch her skate, and I can't look away, she just bewitches the audience, her moves, confident, and strong, those high jumps, it's not like I'm watching her skate, I'm watching her tell me a story, rich with details, strong hearted heroines, sweet princes and of a bitter ending that could not defeat the heart. For the second time in a long time, my smile isn't fake.
Maybe Masaki-kun and Masaki-chan won't be that different after all.
