Title: The Worst Week Ever
Author: Mitsumiya Chihane
Part: 1/7
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MitMiya
Genre: YAOI, Romance
Archive: FFN, and my site
Disclaimer: SD doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Inoue-san *envious*
Warning: Unedited.
Author's Notes: First MitMiya in a long time! This is in response to a challenge against myself to create a fic in a span of 2 hours in a net café. It's because nobody writes MitMiya anymore huhuhuhuhuhuhu. Tierra, Mayumi, Mad-nad, Ryougaaaa where are you????? Oh yeah comment please minna hehehehe. I hope I haven't lost my touch
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DAY SEVEN
JANUARY 1, SUNDAY
Miyagi sighed as he tentatively pulled the covers off of his sweaty body. The weather was pretty screwed up these days. The nights were too cold and the days were too hot. He had slept last night in a fetal position, shivering beneath his comforter only to wake up hot and suffocated the next morning. He groaned and practically rolled out of bed and slithered to the floor where he gave his alarm clock a deadly glare.
Sunlight was already streaming through the blinds and outside, he could hear the sounds of a busy morning but his usually trusty digital alarm clock didn't ring at all. He was about grab it off his bedside stand and hurl it towards the wall when he noticed the date below the time.
January 1, Sunday.
Sunday. Damn it.
"How stupid can I get?" Miyagi mumbled, his voice hoarse and put the alarm clock back in its usual place. Now if he could only figure out how to get off the floor and learn how to use his feet again. "What the hell happened to me?"
As the final strands of sleep left him, Miyagi started to feel what he could only possibly describe as 'a really, really, bad headache'. He knew of this kind of headache, he knew it all too well.
A hangover. Damn it.
Had he been drinking? Miyagi moaned. Bit by bit, the events of what happened the night before finally dawned on him. And eventually, the parts that he really didn't want to confront finally began to race through his head. "Kami-sama no…." he grumbled.
He slowly sat up and despite being somewhat dizzy; he managed to half-walk, half- crawl towards the bathroom. One look at the bathroom mirror confirmed his greatest fear: His eyes were red.
He had been crying. Damn it.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, a thousand thoughts dashed through his inebriated brain. Bits and pieces of every conversation that took place the night before was running through his mind, deafening him.
"Neeee, do you know? They say that whoever you spend your new year's with is the person you're gonna spend the whole year with?"
"I want to be alone…"
"Ryota?"
"Who told you that?"
"Mitsui-san did…"
"Well he got it wrong!"
"Ryota?"
"I can't believe I'm the one saying this…"
"Ryota?"
"I…I'm in love with somebody else."
"Ryota!!!!!"
The last thing he could remember was a deep, passionate kiss before his mother's voice broke into his reverie, which he was thankful for because his thoughts were starting to drift into places he didn't want it to.
"There's someone on the phone looking for you. He said his name was Mitsui Hisashi."
Miyagi groaned and gripped the bathroom sink with both hands. "Tell him I'm not here."
"Mou, what's with all this nonsense? Just go get the phone and – "
"Please, kaa-san," Miyagi pleaded with his gaze. "Please…"
His mother's eyebrows were knitted in concern but she didn't comment on Miyagi's current mood. "I'll go tell him you're still asleep."
Miyagi didn't even watch his mother walk away. He was staring back at his reflection through the mirror.
He couldn't face Mitsui. He wasn't ready.
"Kuso…" Miyagi mumbled under his breath. "Why did all this happen in the first place?"
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DAY ONE
DECEMBER 26, MONDAY
Mitsui was strolling casually through the streets, completely comfortable in his Basketball jacket. Surprisingly, it wasn't that cold in Kanagawa and the weather report had been right: Not a lot of people believed it, because it was highly unlikely but it seemed that the world was turning upside down. Japan hadn't had one day of snow.
Not that Mitsui minded. It was better that way. He didn't like the snow very much. He was no grinch, but the snow only reminded him of the holidays, which didn't make sense to him. The holidays, for Mitsui Hisashi, was just highly overrated and commercially-driven.
Heck, he wasn't even a Christian.
He was now on his way to Shohoku High for practice. He was uncharacteristically early he knew, but he didn't want to spend time at home where everyone was still so hung over about Christmas. The past two days, his whole family had gone all out to celebrate the holidays, Christmas Tree and presents included. And where was he?
In his room, listening to death metal.
He was surprised he didn't get a lump of coal for Christmas. What he did get was the typical sweater from his mom and the even-more typical card from his little sister. The only present he appreciated was the one from his dad. Cold, hard cash.
As soon as he stepped into the school premises, his mood began to change for the better. The school was deserted. Everyone was still on holiday, except for the basketball team, which held practices during weekdays, and sometimes even on Saturdays.
When he got to the gym, he wasn't surprised that it was empty. Practice wasn't due in 2 hours and Mitsui figured he could use a little warm-up. He was about to step through the doors when he heard a voice.
"Eh? You're serious?"
Mitsui was sure the voice belonged to Haruko. He had heard it a thousand times already, usually screaming "Rukawa kun!" or "Ganbatte, Sakuragi!" He rolled his eyes and was about to enter when he was stopped in his tracks once more, this time because of another voice.
"I am, Haruko-chan. I can't end the year like this. I feel so guilty, I can't torture Ryota anymore. Each day I pray he'd get tired of chasing after me, but I can't believe he's still there holding on."
"Ayako." Mitsui frowned. He didn't like listening to gossip, but when Ayako mentioned Miyagi's name, he became extremely interested.
"Eh? I still can't believe you're gonna go through with it. Are you really sure?" the conversation continued.
"I have to do this Haruko-chan, I can't be unfair to Ryota."
"Hai Ayako-san, but how do you think Miyagi-san will react?"
"We'll know when I tell him later."
"You'll tell him later? But it's so soon!"
Mitsui couldn't take it anymore. He stepped into the gym. "Anybody here?" he said loud enough for his voice to reverberate throughout the entire gym.
Ayako and Haruko looked up at him from the bench they were sitting on. Both had a startled look on their faces, but Ayako recovered much faster. "Hello, Mitsui sempai. You're early."
"Need time to warm up." Without any other formalities, he strode off into the changing room. He was not about to ask Ayako to clarify what he had just heard. It was not like him for one, and the message had been pretty clear.
'Poor Miyagi,' Mitsui thought. 'Ayako is gonna reject him later. This would be really bad for the team if he feels down.'
He was about to open his locker when he stopped. 'Wait,' he mused. He could save Miyagi from a lot of misery. They won't be able to perform well during the winter games if Miyagi was in a slump because of Ayako, and since he IS the captain of the team, he needs to be in top shape if they wanted to reach the finals.
He had to do something.
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Miyagi raced inside the locker room, barely acknowledging the greetings his team mates were giving him. He couldn't wait to start with practice. Christmas had been good to him. Most of his relatives had sent him some money and his dad had permitted him to have his own TV inside his bedroom. With so good things happening one over the other, it probably meant that a lot of nice things were in store for him.
"Miyagi," Mitsui approached him, wearing a grim face.
-or maybe it meant that something extremely bad was gonna happen
"Eh, Mitsui-san, why so glum?" Miyagi had been taken aback by surprise. He was just taking his shoes out of his locker when Mitsui closed it for him with determination.
"Miyagi, we need to talk."
"Eh? Is it about the team? Did something happen to Rukawa? To Sakuragi?"
Mitsui looked around them to see if anyone was listening in. When he found the locker room empty and deserted, he continued. "It's about you and Ayako."
Miyagi frowned. "There's nothing wrong with Aya-chan. She looks somewhat serious today and she wouldn't look at me at all, but that's normal, right?"
"That's the point." Mitsui leaned closer to Miyagi. "I heard her and Haruko-san talking. Ayako is gonna dump you later on."
"What?" Miyagi was taken aback. "Oi, that's not a nice thing to joke about, you know."
"I'm serious! I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing."
"It can't be," Miyagi had completely forgotten about Mitsui's presence. "Aya-chan wouldn't…"
"Yes she would. You know it was gonna happen sooner or later."
"I…" Miyagi stopped and debated on it silently for a couple of seconds, then sighed in defeat. "I didn't think it would be today."
"Listen buddy, I've got a plan. It would save you from a lot of embarrassment and humiliation too." Mitsui looked at Miyagi and was dismayed to find the latter zoned out. "Hey, are you listening?"
"Uh…yeah. Uhm… you had a plan right?" Miyagi blinked twice.
"That's right. It's plain and simple buddy. You have to dump her first."
Mitsui was met by Miyagi's gaze of disbelief. "What are you talking about?? I can't dump her. She's not the one who's in love, right?"
"No doofus, I mean… when you have the TALK later on, before she says anything, go ahead and beat her to it." Mitsui nudged Miyagi. "So what do you think? Brilliant huh?"
Miyagi didn't budge. He just kept staring out into the distance, obviously deep in thought. Mitsui started to suspect that Miyagi didn't even register anything that he said. Mitsui sighed. "So much for trying to help a buddy out. This guy is headed for some major heartache."
He turned around to leave when he felt Miyagi's hand on his wrist. He looked back at the shorter boy, who looked extremely lost.
"W…what do I say?"
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No words.
Just a couple of footsteps against concrete, their paces uncertain and tense.
"Ryota?"
Finally, Ayako stopped. Her gaze was on the ground. The name she called out belonged to the person who stopped a step ahead of her. His gaze was on the street, away from her.
"I… I think we need to talk." Ayako finally blurted out. It was now or never. "I can't let this go on anymore. I know this is probably the last thing you'd expect from me but –"
"I know."
"Huh?" Ayako finally looked up and was surprised to meet Miyagi's gaze, which betrayed no emotion. "What do you mean?"
Miyagi didn't answer immediately. It was so hard to keep calm, when all he wanted was to scream and break down. Instead, he kept a check on his breathing while he studied Ayako's face. In it, he could see a mixture of surprise and… was that pity he saw?
And suddenly he realized that Mitsui was right. Maybe it would be better if he beat her to the punch. It would save Ayako the trouble of having to explain anything and it would save his pride from having to take another blow. "I know Aya-chan. I know what you're gonna say and… it's okay."
Surprise etched Ayako's face. "What do you mean, it's okay?"
Miyagi forced the words out of his mouth with all the willpower that he had. "I have something to say to you too. I… I have fallen in love with someone else."
For a moment, Ayako froze on the spot and Miyagi feared that he might have made the biggest mistake of his life. But then he saw Ayako gain composure from her surprise and then flash him a smile. "R…really? That's…that's great Ryota! Who is she?"
Miyagi hadn't even thought about inventing a background for this other person who he was supposed to be in love with. "Erm… just, somebody. You know…"
"Oh…" Ayako laughed. "You wanted to keep it private huh?"
Miyagi didn't reply. It was his turn to look at the ground. He didn't even want to see the look of relief on Ayako's face.
'She's probably really happy not to have to deal with me,' he mused. He couldn't believe Ayako fell for his lie so easily. It only meant that she really didn't care at all for him.
"Ryota?"
Miyagi forced himself to acknowledge Ayako. He just wanted this to be done and over with. He didn't think he could hold on much longer. He was going to break anytime soon.
"I…I'm glad you told me. I'm happy for you. Really, I am. I'm glad that we talked about this, you know?" Ayako smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to be heading home." She gave a polite bow and walked away from Miyagi, without another word.
It didn't matter to Miyagi anyway. He had been staring at a tree and he didn't even bother to look in Ayako's direction until she was a few good feet away and all that he could see was her back, growing farther with each second.
Then reality hit him like a blow to his stomach.
She's walking out of your life.
For good.
Suddenly, all of Miyagi's strength seemed to leave him. He sought the aid of the tree behind him and he leaned his back against it, his thoughts still in disarray. He knew it was better this way, that it made things easier for the both of them but deep inside he wished he could take it all back, and let Ayako do the talking.
'and what?' a voice inside his head piped in. 'Got flat out rejected instead?'
He never thought the day would come where he'd be the one to give up. "Oh god…" Miyagi moaned covering his face with his hand.
"What have I done?"
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Author's Notes: Ryota's always getting rejected by Ayako. I like this better hahahaha. This is pretty much unedited. I'll try to follow it with the next chapter as soon as possible but of course, I can't promise anything. Hahahaha. Please do comment. I've been in hiatus for years so I need to get my groove back. Yey! A MitMiya!!! Wahahahahahaha.