The grammatical errors have been revised and certain areas have been polished. Thank you! R&R please!
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 dedicated to Hiroyuki and Miyako! ^_^= Enjoy!
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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 about it sometimes. Here I
am again, sitting on the top of the hill all alone after getting off of work. The wind was blowing softly, rustling my short, messy hair wherever it blew. The
sun was up and bright and the shade of the tree protected 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 by little. 'I better go
home... grandpa might be worried.' I thought to myself as I stood up, dusting off the pieces of grass that had stuck on my black pants.
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 to
saying hi, I kept my head straight and continued to walk 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... They didn'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 on his tracks.
"Okaa-san?" He blinked and started to make his way 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 son 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 wrapped her hand tightly around 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. In no way was I innocent during my childhood.
I broke a lot of things, even stole a dog. Boy was I a handful. I found myself chuckling at the thought.
Back then though, I thought I was just having fun, attempting to live a normal kid's life even though I knew I was different.
I got home before it was dark. I slowly slid open the front door then took off my shoes before
entering our humble home. Our home may look big outside but it isn't really very extravagant on the inside. We don't have much stuff inside too
but, grandpaand I 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 to just simply talk about our day. Grandpa and I
shared a room. When I was little, I used to sleep in the same futon as him and he'll tell me stories and
stuff. Ah, it was great memories. Now that I'm grown up, I can't really do that anymore... besides, 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 approve at first because
he wanted me to focus on my studies but soon, after constantly convincing him, he finally did.
"Ojii-san?" I called out softly as I entered our home. I peeked in the living room but he
wasn't there so, I headed over to his room. I stood there in front of the door for a while and practiced a cheerful
smile to greet him with when I finally do open the door. Today was an exhausting day... and the
comments I received on my way home also caused me unpleasantness. It's stupid really... by now I should really be
used to it. Slowly, I slid the door open with a warm smile plastered on my face. "Tadaima..."
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 erased 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.