Hello,
this is my second Yuri story, I would very much appreciate it if you could leave some suggestions for me in the form of a comment, however if you just want to read and leave or favorite that's fine as well. Thank you for visiting my story and I hope to write more of it soon.
~Yuuma Chii
"Hmm..." I sigh to myself quietly, what am I doing? I'm certainly not being productive, just lazing about and thinking about the day prior. No, thinking is to dull a word to describe it, I'm...cogitating, worrying.
I'm not even exactly sure what is causing me so much anxiety; perhaps I should run the scenario through my head once more, yes.
I'm waiting to talk to Dojima san about a new case I was hoping to scrutinize, just silently waiting for my summoning, as I scan over magazines that I must have read over a million times.
Then almost on cue Dojima withdrew from the room obviously arguing with someone, as he retreated further from the door way the other person exited as well.
The dimly lit room released a woman, a college student perhaps, or at least around that age, and stunningly attractive. I usually mutely acknowledge things like this and then push them to the back of my thought process, but, her beauty stuck with me.
This was unusual, I had never experienced a sensation like this before, it was slightly reminiscent of obsession, but more. Her presence never left my memory, her looks so vivid in my mind even after she had exited the building.
What is this, I can't think straight, my vision is clouding! I panic for a second, and then I am brought out of this state by Dojima calling out to me.
"Shirogane san?" he calls out once again, with the slightest hint of worry.
"Oh! I-...Forgive me..." I reply my mind regaining its original pace, finally. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere, let's take this to your office, shall we?" I pivot my body to face the hall towards the office.
"Yes..." Dojima says, obviously taking in the situation. "Are you positive you are alright?" I knew this question was coming.
"I am, thank you for your concern, but I am sure I don't need it." I quickly reassure him, and as best I can, myself.
From then on we spent most of the day discussing why I should and should not be on the case, as well as having to wait for him to answer phone calls.
In this end it seems that I would not be put on the case, but he said that he would mention it to the higher ups and discuss it with them. It is not my battle anymore.
Now look at me, lying on my bed with just my shorts and a pillow to cover myself, moping about.
Why is this affecting me so heavily, I have not been able to get rid of that 'obsessive' feeling since then, why? Am I really that upset about the case, am I that easily affected?
No, or at least...I shouldn't be...
"BAH" I shout to myself, frustrated by my own thoughts. I'm not that stupid, I know this feeling is caused by that woman the other day; I just don't want it to be that.
I want to reject the fact that a person who I saw just once, whose name I am unaware of, could possible bombard my feelings and thoughts this far.
I really am weak...there is no denying it.
I can remember her so vividly, her fantastically auburn hair framing her porcelain tone face and fiery eyes.
I sigh again, why is she having this affect on me? This is something that goes far beyond my expertise, am I sick? ...Perhaps in the head.
I decide to investigate this nuisance of a feeling...the internet is my best friend in this situation. I open my laptop and enter the password...darn I messed it up the first time, I enter it a second time and get the familiar sound of welcoming.
I wait for my programs to load and click on the icon that will allow me to access the internet.
The window opens and I type these 'symptoms' in to the search bar, hoping for a solution, or at least an answer.
Loading... I find it harder to remain calm the longer it loads. My anticipation grows every second. Damn my diminishing sanity!
Yes, finally...I peruse the suggested links given to me.
By the end of this I have concluded that I probably had a stroke...not that many of the links suggested that, it was just the only possible medical condition I could experience. The rest was just websites and forums dedicated to romance.
I consider the possibility that I could be in love...but, I cover it with the explanation that it is too early to determine. My first order of business should be to schedule a doctor's appointment and get myself examined. I can't say I'm especially fond of this idea, but if I am sick I should at least know, even it costs me some of my comfort.
I get a shirt on and walk to the phone located downstairs, thank the lord my grandpa is still sleeping, even though his sight is not the best it would still be embarrassing to be seen in this attire, but I am lazy.
I call my doctor and schedule an appointment, great, now I can relax a little. All I can do is hope it is not a dire situation, perhaps I should go out, get my mind off things.
I quickly jog back up the stairs and enter my room, time to dress myself.
I get dressed in casual attire and grab my hat, then I head to the front door and slip on a pair of dark shoes and promptly write a note for my grandpa when he awakens so he will not worry.
I silently bid the house farewell and continue on down the street, where should I go?
There are many choices, I could head down to Junes to do some shopping for groceries and other items, I could go to the park and relax maybe feed some pigeons.
Perhaps I should call one of my friends; surely they would like to hang out.
Oh, crap...I search my pockets desperately...no cell phone.
"Well that is just the icing on the cake isn't it...?" I mumble to myself as it would seem that I had left my precious item at home.
Please tell me I didn't leave my wallet at home as well...I search again.
Yes, at least I remembered one thing, perhaps I'll head to Junes then... I exhale exasperated as I head to the bus stop and wait for the bus to arrive.
If I ever had pride it's definitely gone now, I'm such a klutz.
Fifteen minutes later the bus arrives, I get on and open my wallet to retrieve some coins...none.
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE F-?!
I stop myself, I'm losing my temper, I just need to take a breather...
I calm myself, and retrieve the smallest bill I have...I accept the coins the bus driver hands to me and put them in my wallet as I sit down at the back of the bus.
I want to avoid the sight of people as I think I have embarrassed myself enough today.
I end up thinking about her again, her elegant stature and poised aura. Why must I torture myself with these thoughts, I don't even know her name, can I at least control myself a little?
Apparently as I realize that I have just missed my stop...
I cannot possible fathom the number of swears I want to shout in this moment, I am a complete idiot
"Imbecile..." I scold myself quietly, how could I let this happen?!
I resist the urge to order the bus driver to stop; his job is hard enough...especially with having to encounter airheads like me.
I wait until the bus arrives at the next stop and then exit in a huff; however the doors shut on my shirt and drag me along as the bus starts to move!
Oh no...I hit the windows trying to get the attention of the one passenger inside, an old lady, asleep, which just happens to be extremely inconvenient for me.
My fate now rests in her hands as the bus driver has one headphone in his ear and is obliviously in the middle a well liked song, it will be a miracle if he notices.
God dammit, what am I going to do?! I panic, yelling and hitting the window simultaneously, the old lady awakening slowly.
By the time she is fully aware she too has entered into a panic and is screaming, the bus driver responds with "What is wrong?!" He does not glance back however...just my luck.
Are you kidding me?! I think I might just die by this unfortunate turn of events in the most pathetic way possible. 'Please notice' I try telepathically order the bus driver whilst yelling.
The old woman points at me, while uttering a few shrieks, she obviously is also too frightened to actually make coherent sentences. The bus driver finally pulls over and glances back at her, thank god.
He finally catches on and rushes to the gear that opens the doors, I fall a little bit, landing on my feet and then to my knees, thank heaven.
I sit on my knees for a little bit, pressing my hands into the pavement. I am in shock right now...I'm hyperventilating...I need to calm down or I'll pass out.
Stop, stop, stop, stop...damn I can't calm down, I feel my consciousness fade, gravity takes its toll and I feel my left side hit the cement as I keel over.
My vision is going in and out of focus; I can faintly hear the voice of the bus driver yelling at me.
"Sir, are you okay ...sir!" I can hear him, I just can't respond. I desperately try to give him some sign that I am alright, or am I?
I try to sit up only to be met with gravity yet again and be reunited with the pavement; it seems the cement has taken a liking to me hasn't it? At least I was able to give the alarmed bus driver a sign I was still alive.
Good, I think he took note of that; he runs into his bus and tries to call for help, an ambulance maybe? Perhaps he is just reporting this to his fellow coworkers.
I breathe calmly; I focus only on my breath for a little while and slowly regain some strength, as this is the only thing I can do to better myself in this moment.
I sit myself up and hunch over, I clear my mind and continue to slowly move into an upright position, then I start to hear noises again...
A clicking noise, I can't yet lift my head though...what is that noise? Do I have a concussion? No, its heels...I continue to breathe so that I can eventually raise my head to greet whoever is walking this way.
I lift my head, exhausted, and to be greeted by a familiar face. It's her, the woman who was at the police station! The same woman who completely destroyed my self-composure when I last saw her.
She seems worried, perhaps she just witnessed all this from up the hill, yes, that seems a logical explanation. Every advance she makes towards me, the worse my mind becomes.
I can't let her get any closer, I can feel my face growing warm, I try to form reassuring words but I can't. My vocal chords won't release from their clenched state, I can't say a word.
She rushes over as I start to fall over once more, I can't take this, and I need to rest. I can feel her slide her slender arms across my back to support my torso, her grip is gentle and compassionate.
I start to relax and I can feel my heart beat from every surface and orifice of my body, my breathing becomes the only thing I can hear until she speaks.
"Are you alright...?" she inquires pausing and preparing to gather words based on what I reply with. She stares at me with such intensity that is not smothering but rather, inviting.
"Y-yes..." I reply, my voice slightly trembling, if I am okay I sure don't sound to convincing. I catch myself staring at her; I must look ridiculous, like a child without thought.
How utterly humiliating...
"Good, can you tell me your name, or perhaps the date?" ...My name? What a strange question, oh! She is checking for signs of a concussion, yes. She reaches for my wallet; I let her of course she is obviously looking for some form of identification.
"Shirogane...Naoto, it's the..." Darn, I can't remember the date... what is the date?
Oh, right, it's the May 5th... good; it seems I'm alright after all.
"May 5th "I finish my previous sentence; she smiles at me with reassurance, how kind. She then attempts to help me to the nearest bench; I walk awkwardly still trying to regain my balance.
"You can push up against me you know, I am here to help...I won't fall over either, I promise" she urges me to rely on her, I feel pitiful. I'm not offended by her kind offer but rather, disappointed in my own physical abilities.
We eventually make it to the bench, though my awkward walking helped no one. I sit down and she slips off the coat she is wearing and slips in over my shoulders in an attempt to use it like a shock blanket.
Do I really look that helpless? Or is this just common courtesy when someone has been swept up by a rouge bus door. Just thinking about my earlier predicament makes me laugh a little at how silly it all was.
The woman gives me an odd look; perhaps my laughter has made me look insane? Hopefully not...
She squats down so that our faces are level with each other, "By the way my name is Kirijo, Mitsuru, let me know if you feel any pains or aches okay I'm just going to give you a quick look over for cuts or bruises. Is that alright?"
Kirijo...? Isn't that the name of a government business? Something similar...it sounds awfully familiar.
"Yes...its fine, thank you" I reply, my voice is weak, hopefully she heard. I have no control over the volume of my voice.
She lifts up the legs of my pants to reveal my calves...they don't look to bad, just a few small bruises from my legs hitting the bottom of the doors. I can see in her eyes that she takes note of them and then continues on to my arms. I'm wearing a short sleeved shirt so she doesn't have to roll them up, she stares at my left hand which I had used to hit the window.
It's bruised pretty badly along with some cuts long my arm from gravel flung up by the tires. It looks a lot worse then it feels, and there is no blood just a few scrapes.
She checks the other arm which is basically identical to my other one and then relaxes a bit after pressing on all my limbs. No sprained or broken bones, awesome.
It seems that along with my unluckiness I seem to have caught a break somewhere. I suppose this will make a great story for my friends, how silly.
The woman gets up and talks with the bus driver for a little while, they seem to be discussing the best course of action, judging by my lack of injury I won't be sent to the hospital but it seems that my doctor's appointment will come a lot sooner than planned.
Oh well, even though my confusion and panic has mostly left me I still have a fluttering feeling in my stomach, and it only gets more intense the closer I am to my 'savior of the day' Mitsuru Kirijo...
Thank you for making it all the way through chapter one, I very much appreciate you taking the time to read it. Again, some constructive criticism would be wonderful I love hearing from viewers even if its just a small compliment and I hope you enjoyed the story and are looking forward to more chapters. Thank you so much.
~Yuuma Chii