Hello again! Welcome to my second fan fic! This time it is a Sukisyo one. Yay. Let's celebrate. It took me a long time to figure out what the story was even going to be about, but I spontaneously got this idea in math one day. ^^
I decided to consider this an A.U. (alternate universe) because Sora and Sunao's meeting and EVERYTHING is different. So I thought that would fit...
Rated....T for now. I really may change it. Depends on how my mind decides to wanna work with this.
Sora Hashiba ran aimlessly around the school field, running so slow, it came to the point of being lapped by almost everybody else running. His strong legs weren't letting him get much speed, as his mind was concentrated on something of more entertainment.
Eyes locking onto the specimen whenever it passed by, Sora found himself deep in fantasy land as he continued to pace around.
The hair....
That long, vibrant hair...
The scrawny figure...
Pale skin...
His beautiful pale white skin...
Ever since Sunao Fujimori transfered into Sora's class, he found everything about him...fascinating ,to say the least. The only time he found himself concentrating on anything beyond him, was when he was absent. Which, with that boys attendance...wasn't very often.
In a sense, you could call it obsession, but Hashiba, being dense as he was, would never realize that. If he ever did, all he would do is deny the fact anyway. In many different ways, Sora was a stubborn lost cause of a teen.
His feet made light thumps on the ground, trailing dirt behind his feet. Noticing people leaving the trail, he looked around to see all that was left. He only spotted about three other people, and Sunao just happened to be one of them.
If there was one thing that Sora learned from his observations, it was that Sunao wasn't very athletic in the slightest. He would never swim, always was one of the last to finish running the required laps, lifted the least amount of weights, and if he got his way, wouldn't do anything in Gym at all. If he were anyone else, Sora would have considered him to be lazy, but since it was "his" Sunao, he figured he must of had a legit reason. Whatever that reason may be...
"You four finish it up!" A husky voice hollared at the lingering runners.
Sora sighed loudly and sped up his pace significantly, somehow managing just enough will power to not think about Sunao, and just get his laps over with.
I have four more to go... His suddenly apparent laziness he had just been showing, made him go even faster.
Three more...
Two more...
One more...
Right before Sora finished his final lap, a loud thud echoed through out the air. Startled, Sora screeched to a halt, and looked to see what had made that sound. As he was observing the area, he noticed that everyone seemed to have finished they're laps by now...but something didn't seem quite right.
After searching for a while, he almost hopped back to running, till his eyes caught something pink on the ground. Squinting, his eyes focused on the shape.
"Oh my god. Fujimori are you alright?!" Sora ran backwards toward the thin mess on the ground, and kneeled before him to be more at his level.
A dazed face looked upon him. Sunao spoke softly, slurring slightly. "Huh...What...what happened? Why am I on the ground?" He began to sit up, using his arms for support.
Sora gasped slightly as he heard his words. "Did...are you alright Fujimori?"
Sunao's eyes studied his face, puzzled. "Uh...Your name is?" His slur seemed to have dropped a bit, making Sora sigh a bit from relief.
He blinked a few times, a little offended. "Sora. Sora Hashiba....I've been in your class since the beginning..." Now sitting on the ground cross legged, he rubbed the back of his head.
Another confused look crossed Sunao's face. "Sora....Hashiba?" He took a long pause, and seemed to take a questionable note of his name. A sudden exclamation escaped his throat as he clapped his hands. "OH! Right...I'm sorry, I must have been a bit delirious after passing out just then..." The words 'passing out' seemed to flow naturally from his lips.
A bit shocked at the notion Sora responded. "You mean...this is normal?" His heart thudded hard as he found himself staring at the familiar stranger. Sora had never talked to Sunao Fujimori before in his life, and he really wasn't sure how this sort of situation shot up at such a great moment.
A long, very awkward silence embraced them. Everyone, including their coach, was gone now, and it was starting to get dark. The wind wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't the warmest. The ground however, was consequently much colder than the air, and it was beginning to make Sora shiver. But nothing would make him move and ruin his chance to finally speak to Sunao. Even if it were snowing, and he were wearing nothing but swimming trunks, he would stay right where he was.
Fujimori giggled cutely. "I wouldn't say normal...but it does happen to me time to time..."
He found his face heating slightly as Sora listened to Sunao's laugh. Through the amount of time that Sora had watched him, he knew that Sunao laughed quite a bit. Still, hearing him laugh while only he was with him made it sound different than usual. The tone was slightly higher, and it sounded more relaxed than normal.
Unsure what to say, Sora began examining the ground, suddenly self conscious. "Uh...is that why I don't ever see you doing much in Gym?"
I bet I just made him think that I thought he was lazy...or that I was stalking him. Possibly even...oh I don't know what! Great going self...Sora lectured as he bit his lip, nervously awaiting a reply.
"That's the reason, yes." He hadn't yelled, sounded angry, or even glared as he responded to Sora. Instead, he just smiled, a quick, quirky, almost shy smile, but a smile nonetheless.
Surprised, Hashiba jerked up to look at him. His face was significantly more beautiful close up. If he didn't have self control, and wasn't so stubbornly shy, Sora would have touched that beautiful face.
He wondered what his skin felt like.
Would it be soft and smooth as he had always thought?
Or would it reject his imagination and be rough and hard?
Odd, almost perverted, questions filled Sora's mind as he eyed Sunao. The boy being checked out didn't seem to even notice, or maybe he just didn't care. He looks like an angel, Sora decided. God...such a beautiful angel is sitting right in front of me. Blinking a few times, he held in a chuckle as he noticed how cheesy and idiotic his thoughts had been just then.
A violent shiver flew throughout Sora's body, making him appear as cold as he felt, as he couldn't stop the quivers afterwards. "Shouldn't we go get dressed...? It's getting late." Sunao Queried, hugging himself.
Sora stood up clumsily, trying to shake out the shivers that kept attacking him. He offered a shaking hand to Sunao. "Need assistance?"
Perplexed a little, Sunao squinted up at him. His hand twitched as he tried to figure out whether he wanted help up or not. "Um....sure?"
Their hands bumbled amongst each other a bit, until they latched and Sora pulled up a bit too rough, flinging Sunao forward. He fumbled into Sora awkwardly. "Oh whoa...I'm sorry!" Hashiba squealed, still leached to his hand.
They stood there against one another for a few minutes. Sora took in every brisk moment of it. Sunao smelt like a mixture between apples and flowers, such a strange sweet sent that could easily be described just as Sunao.
His hand was soft and shockingly felt fragile, almost to the point of feeling bony. But it was still a mans hand, and had it's little, if barely any, manly feel to it. Sora's fingers tapped the back of Sunao's small hand as he felt the boy begin to squirm.
"Uh...Um....Hashiba...." His voice sounded much higher, and it shook from nerves.
Realizing what he was doing Sora panicked and practically shoved Sunao away, then stared intensely at his own feet. His face was burning.
Silently they both walked back into the school building to change into uniforms, both rigid and uncomfortable with each others presence.
So? Was that a good beginning? I hope it was! D= Sorry, it's a school night and I finished this at 1:34 A.M and I was sorta rushing near the end...
I'm not going to do the typical question of "should I finish?" because I was planning to. Don't worry about it. ^^ This chapter actually didn't come to hard...it flew from my fingertips!!! Muahaha! The power!
Anyway...I hope I still portrayed their characters right. (You'd think I wouldn't have to worry about this, the amount I've watched this show....)
Tell me if I did any sort of stupid mistake or if they seem O.C (out of character.)
Thank you, and I hope I get the second chapter done soon enough!
~AkemiKae