Author: Well, Hiroyuki, Yukinon's dad, is always viewed as cheerful and
well... stupid and such but this fanfic focuses more on his past and how he
and Miyako got together. Please have the patients to read this fanfic of
mine and I hope that it is of your taste. Reviews will be most appreciated!
^_^ Arigatou gozaimasu minna-san! P.S.- This fanfic is inspired by a music
video from animemusicvideos.org dedicated to Hiroyuki and Miyako! ^_^=
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I WISH I own Kare Kano but sadly, I don't.
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Kare Kano: Ordinary Chapter I: Hiroyuki Miyazawa
Every single day is always the same. It kinda makes me tired when I think of it sometimes. Here I
am again, sitting on the top of the hill all alone after getting off work. The wind was blowing softly. The
sun was up and bright and the shade of the tree protects me from its harsh rays. I stared at a distance,
overlooking the city. I could see people walking all around and the busy cars passing by. I ran my
fingertips to my soft black hair, feeling each strand slip from between my fingers little my little. I better go
home... grandpa might be worried.
I walked calmly to the long street leading to my house, turning to curves now and then. There were people
passing by but I did not look at them... they'd probably give me a dirty look anyway.
"Oh, isn't that Hiro-kun?" I heard some girl say across the street from me but instead of stopping and
saying hi, I kept my head straight and kept walking forward.
"Come on! Lets go! He's cute but he's a weirdo." Another girl said then I heard their footsteps die away.
I'm used to people like that in this city... don't like me very much... they never did... even when I was still
a little kid....
*** "I'll catch you! Hahaha!" I yelled, chasing a friend of mine as we played tag.
"Haha! You can't catch me! Hiro, you're a sissy!"
"Why you-"
"Tetsuya!" a woman called out of nowhere, causing my friend to stop.
"Okasan?" He blinked and started to the woman who I'm guessing is his mother.
"Look at you! You look so dirty and..." her gaze went stray towards me and then it turned into a disgusted glare, "And look! You're playing with that kid again." then she turned back to her soon and said in a scolding manner, "Didn't I told you not to play with him again?! I swear, you might catch whatever he has! I don't want you to get hurt! Come on!" and with that, she grasped Tetsuya's arm and started dragging my friend away. I watched with my eyes widened. Why was I hated? Is it because I'm different? ***
I shook my head, trying to rid of the memory of my childhood. It's nothing old, really. It's been the same.
Parents... don't particularly like their kids hanging around me or anything. I guess I could understand.
They just want to keep them safe and all. Safe and away... from me.
I got home before it was dark. I slowly slide open the front door then took off my shoes before
entering our humble home. Our home isn't really very extravagant. We don't have much stuff inside too
but, me and my grandpa are content with what we have. Hey, as long as we have food to eat, that's enough
for us. We don't need a car or whatever the other houses around us has. Actually, our living room only has
a coffee table and two cushions for us to kneel on as we eat or drink tea or just talk there. Me and grandpa
shared a room. When I was little, I used to sleep in the same futon as grandpa and he'll tell me stories and
stuff. Ah, it was great memories. Now that I'm grown up, can't really do that... beside, grandpa can't really
stay up too late now. He's fragile and can't move very much due to his age. But even so, grandpa insists
on working still but of course, I protested that he don't and suggested that I should work instead since I
already reached the age where I could be accepted to a job or something. He did not let me at first because
he wanted me to focus on my studies but soon, after convincing him, he finally did.
"Ojisan?" I called out softly as I entered our humble home. I peaked to the living room but he
wasn't there so, I headed to his room. I stood there in front of the door for a while and practiced a cheerful
smile to great him with when I do finally open the door. Today was an exhausting day... and the
comments I received on my way home also caused me displeasure. It's stupid really... by now I should be
used to it already. Slowly, I slide the door open with a warm smile plastered on my face. "I'm home..."
Then I saw grandpa laying on his futon, his eyes closed peacefully. I smiled even more as I watched his
calm features. Grandpa... he have done so much for me. I practically owe my life to him. I'm so grateful
that he took me in and treated me like a son. He was always so kind... It's safe to say that he's the only
one that actually loves me and cares for me in this whole world. I have him and he has me, just with that
thought, it erases all the pain that the neighbors have inflicted on me with their cruel comments and
glares that made me feel like a lowlife compared to them.
Disclaimer: I WISH I own Kare Kano but sadly, I don't.
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Kare Kano: Ordinary Chapter I: Hiroyuki Miyazawa
Every single day is always the same. It kinda makes me tired when I think of it sometimes. Here I
am again, sitting on the top of the hill all alone after getting off work. The wind was blowing softly. The
sun was up and bright and the shade of the tree protects me from its harsh rays. I stared at a distance,
overlooking the city. I could see people walking all around and the busy cars passing by. I ran my
fingertips to my soft black hair, feeling each strand slip from between my fingers little my little. I better go
home... grandpa might be worried.
I walked calmly to the long street leading to my house, turning to curves now and then. There were people
passing by but I did not look at them... they'd probably give me a dirty look anyway.
"Oh, isn't that Hiro-kun?" I heard some girl say across the street from me but instead of stopping and
saying hi, I kept my head straight and kept walking forward.
"Come on! Lets go! He's cute but he's a weirdo." Another girl said then I heard their footsteps die away.
I'm used to people like that in this city... don't like me very much... they never did... even when I was still
a little kid....
*** "I'll catch you! Hahaha!" I yelled, chasing a friend of mine as we played tag.
"Haha! You can't catch me! Hiro, you're a sissy!"
"Why you-"
"Tetsuya!" a woman called out of nowhere, causing my friend to stop.
"Okasan?" He blinked and started to the woman who I'm guessing is his mother.
"Look at you! You look so dirty and..." her gaze went stray towards me and then it turned into a disgusted glare, "And look! You're playing with that kid again." then she turned back to her soon and said in a scolding manner, "Didn't I told you not to play with him again?! I swear, you might catch whatever he has! I don't want you to get hurt! Come on!" and with that, she grasped Tetsuya's arm and started dragging my friend away. I watched with my eyes widened. Why was I hated? Is it because I'm different? ***
I shook my head, trying to rid of the memory of my childhood. It's nothing old, really. It's been the same.
Parents... don't particularly like their kids hanging around me or anything. I guess I could understand.
They just want to keep them safe and all. Safe and away... from me.
I got home before it was dark. I slowly slide open the front door then took off my shoes before
entering our humble home. Our home isn't really very extravagant. We don't have much stuff inside too
but, me and my grandpa are content with what we have. Hey, as long as we have food to eat, that's enough
for us. We don't need a car or whatever the other houses around us has. Actually, our living room only has
a coffee table and two cushions for us to kneel on as we eat or drink tea or just talk there. Me and grandpa
shared a room. When I was little, I used to sleep in the same futon as grandpa and he'll tell me stories and
stuff. Ah, it was great memories. Now that I'm grown up, can't really do that... beside, grandpa can't really
stay up too late now. He's fragile and can't move very much due to his age. But even so, grandpa insists
on working still but of course, I protested that he don't and suggested that I should work instead since I
already reached the age where I could be accepted to a job or something. He did not let me at first because
he wanted me to focus on my studies but soon, after convincing him, he finally did.
"Ojisan?" I called out softly as I entered our humble home. I peaked to the living room but he
wasn't there so, I headed to his room. I stood there in front of the door for a while and practiced a cheerful
smile to great him with when I do finally open the door. Today was an exhausting day... and the
comments I received on my way home also caused me displeasure. It's stupid really... by now I should be
used to it already. Slowly, I slide the door open with a warm smile plastered on my face. "I'm home..."
Then I saw grandpa laying on his futon, his eyes closed peacefully. I smiled even more as I watched his
calm features. Grandpa... he have done so much for me. I practically owe my life to him. I'm so grateful
that he took me in and treated me like a son. He was always so kind... It's safe to say that he's the only
one that actually loves me and cares for me in this whole world. I have him and he has me, just with that
thought, it erases all the pain that the neighbors have inflicted on me with their cruel comments and
glares that made me feel like a lowlife compared to them.
