Because Of My Love For You- Coral
Note: This is a rewrite.
xoxoxoxo
We met at the candy store for the first time. At that time, I was a little too old to be in a candy store. Either way, I was there. I was called the most childish in the team- even the youngest was much more mature than I was. I'm not the tallest, or even the smartest. I wasn't the strongest, because that belongs to the king and I wasn't the nicest (I'm still not, so if anyone unwanted is reading this, I will find out and... and you will regret it). Wearing a beanie hat, hanging headphones around my neck, I looked like a punk. My eyes would glare and my mouth would scowl at everything.
You were deciding between two types of candy, one a gummy and the other a hard. It was written across your face, which to take and which the leave. You spent a long time, and I mean damn loooooooooong time thinking. In the end, you gave up and asked me, a random stranger who was creepily watching you struggle, to help you decide.
"Excuse me," you tapped my shoulder.
I blinked and kinda left my trance- I. Am. Not. A. Creep. Then I finally studied the physical you. You were small, smaller than me- which is still funny considering who you're related to. You had straight, black hair that went down to your waist. A delicate-looking glasses framed your kind violet eyes. Your attire was simple, a white blouse with blue lining, dark navy pants, brown boots and a blue messenger bag, it was like you were wearing half of a uniform. You looked like someone, but I couldn't figure out who.
Anyhow, I was not use to talking (civilly), much less interacting with females (I'm still not use to it). So I stuttered a lot.
"Y-yes?"
"Um, Hi, but anyways. You see, my friend told me to come here and buy him candy and I can't decided which to buy. Plus, I'm a bit embarrassed to ask a worker. Would you happen to know which one is better?"
"Uh. Um. Oh. Wh-why don't you b-buy both and t-try?"
"Mh!" you acted as if I said something smart. "You're right." and proceeded to check your wallet. "Oh, I don't have enough..."
"Th-then I-I'll pay for them." I offered- a bit em- I mean like a smooth person.
"I can't let you do that."
I can't believe I just wrote all that like I stuttered. I don't stuttered, I'm better than that. Anyways, we went back and forth, bickering if I should pay or not. Not to be bragging, I won in the end and paid.
We walked out of the store, I was crunching on a cherry sucker (still my favourite). You faced me, taking out a paper and pen and scribbled something on it.
"Since you paid, I must repay you. Here is my e-mail address. Please contact me when you decide what you would like as repayment." You smiled.
"A-and you wo-won't think that I-I'm a bad pe-person wh-who would do som-something bad?- No-not that I wo-would!" I looked away.
"You won't. You are a good person." You answered, that was the first time someone called me 'good'.
"Al-alright, b-bye!" With that we both went out separate ways, never to see each other again. Or so I thought.
To be honest, I couldn't get you out of my mind. I was teased- no, more like made fun of for spacing out and making mistakes because you took over-
Even our youngest clansman, who was fifteen then, laughed at me. I couldn't stand it, and what was the best way to solve a problem then charging head on? So I gathered all my courage to write that single message, it took me more times than I can count on my hands to be satisfied with what I wrote.
I have thought- No, that was not right.
Meet me at- I erased it all.
Hi- Again, I deleted it.
It's- Nope.
Remember me?- Let's not continue on.
In the end, I stuck with a simple; Hi, remember me? I was at the candy store. Meet me at the cafe across from there this Sunday at 2. - Yata
You replied with an 'okay'. Then I began to feel nervous about meeting you. That Sunday had approached me from behind, and it was time to go before I knew it. I was sitting at a table inside by the window, waiting for you. My trusty skateboard gave me no solace.
"Hello," you effortlessly sat in the seat before me, wearing the same half-uniform from before, "I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?"
"H-Hi!" a waitress had came with two menus handy, smiled and left in efficient order, "N-no, I-I just got h-here."
"Ah, I see, well that's good. So Yata-san- may I call you that?" I probably gave you an eager nod, "What brings us to this cafe?" you asked with a smile on your face.
"I a-always wanted to t-try this p-place out and so, um. I d-didn't want t-to c-come alone... M-my f-friends would laugh a-at m-me." I lied. "Ho-how do you kn-know my n-name?"
"Well, you signed your message with a name- and I assume that is your name, Yata-san," another nod from me, "My name is Yuka. Please just call me Yuka," a pause,"This place is nice, quiet and quaint."
"Y-yes."
"You stutter quite a bit." you hid a laugh.
"W-well, I'm not u-use to ta-talking to g-g-girls..." I looked out the window, now finding the watching pedestrians interesting.
I'm pretty sure you looked at the window to see me go red, and you held in your laugh. However , you couldn't hold it in and had burst out laughing. It was a strange laugh, quiet and cat-like, but I liked it. I wish you could remind me of how it sounds.
"Then," your cat-like laugh, "shall we use me as your practice?" you continued laughing.
"Huh?! We-well, al-alri-" your phone rang and had interrupted me.
You were talking in hushed tones, trying to be discrete about something I didn't understand then.
"Yes... Okay... Bye..." you looked straight at me, I could feel the red coming to my cheeks. "Sorry Yata-san, but I must go. Let's meet again sometimes." you grabbed your stuff and left in a hurry.
I remembered watching you leave and your back disappearing.
And Shohei and Bando were staring at me through the window, jaws dropped and frozen.
xoxoxoxo
I put down my pen, and sighed. My room was empty and dark. My bed untouched for days, the wicker basket that held my clothes was knocked over and littered my floor. The curtains were closed shut and the light could barely make it's way passed the fabric.
If this was another time, someone would have barged into my room, demanding impossibles, and making fun of me. I had a godforsaken dictionary on my desk- and it was opened. But today, or any time soon wasn't that kind of day.
Perhaps Shohei and Bando would be the one to break open my door. They would take me down on my chair in a headlock, and notice the paper I was writing on. Bando would be the one to read it as Shohei held me down while I fought him to regain my freedom. Bando would notice that I used big words and that a girl was in it.
"Oh, looks like this is about a girl."
"What?! Pass it!" Bando would crumple it and throw it to his friend. "Wow! Look at this! We have to tell everyone."
"Yeah, but really? Writing about a girl on a piece of paper like a love letter? Aren't you too old for that?"
"Twenty-three is really pushing your luck here Yata." Shohei would laugh.
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"Hey guys, did you know that Yata found a speeeeeeciallll someone? Maybe she's the cause of all his screw ups." Shohei announced at dinner time, they were enjoying their late dinner at the bar and nearly choked on their food, Yata mostly visible.
"Isn't that great?" Anna asked in her small voice to Mikoto as she tugged his shirt. Mikoto gave her a single and invisible nod. Everyone else though, when they recovered, had whistled and congratulated him.
"Anna..." Yata sweated a forced smile.
"Wow, didn't know you had it in you." Komamoto commented.
"Well, it doesn't matter. Congratulations though, but it shouldn't interfere with our... work." Izumo warned me.
"O-of course not!" Yata promised him and a awkward silence made it's presence.
Anna blinked at the odd silence, she didn't like it and turned to face Izumo who was intensely shining a glass. She stared down her cold food, and then back up to Yata. If he had bangs, it would have hung over his eyes, hiding it.
"So... Who is Len, exactly?" Masaomi asked to break the silence. Izumo, Mikoto and Anna had stiffened at the mention of Len.
Len... was weird when they first met Len. They had no idea who Len was or why Len wanted to join HOMRA. Len had just barged in and demanded a spot in their ranks. The king and Izumo had listened to Len (for once they listened and not fought, as Anna was held as a silent hostage). Before Len had left, Len told the two adults to think about it and stated Len would be back in two days for an answer.
"Oh, Len," Izumo started, "Len... was in a garbage bag, hiding his or her's face."
"Don't ask anymore." Mikoto finished, he didn't want to deal with such troublesome brat.
Everyone had finished eating and most had left for their own home, except for Anna, Mikoto, Izumo, and Chitose. Anna had a quiet conversation with Izumo who was shining his other glasses he had in his collection. Mikoto was silently resting on the couch with his eyes closed in concentration and Chitose had approached the youngest boy.
"Yata," the said boy looked up from his game system, "My date was unfortunately cancelled for this week, and seeing that there's a girl now, would you like my tickets?" The older man offered.
"Huh? Well... okay." Yata grabbed the tickets that Chitose had held out.
"Have fun, well I should head out. Night." Chitose gave him a wink before leaving the bar.
Giving an aimless 'goodnight', Yata climbed the stairs and flopped onto his bed. He studied the tickets, two tickets to the amusement park. Flipping out his phone, he scrolled through his little contacts until he found the one he wanted. Yuka.
I got tickets to the amusement park for Sunday. Wanna come? - Yata
He patiently waited, looking at his phone away from his game every few seconds.
Alright, I will see you there at 9. - Yuka
Notes: It's been a while and well, I suppose I shouldn't leave this unfinished. It's actually been a longer while since I've watched/read K, so this is a complete AU now. So please bare with me as I collect my thoughts on this story.