No Seatbelt Song

Evil Tsubasa

A/N: This is a song fic of Brand New's "No Seatbelt Song". It's an amazing song, and you should definitely give it a listen. This fic is mainly about Arima's feelings for Yukino, and takes place around the first episode or so. Read, enjoy, review!

...For You...

The sound of bells tolling sounded throughout the school and grounds outside. The doors swung open and we were released out into the afternoon sun.

"This school has a lot of committee meetings, don't you think?" I asked the girl walking casually beside me. "I didn't think it would be so much work."

"Yeah, but I guess that's how much they trust us to govern ourselves. We should think of it as work worth doing," she answered eloquently.

"That's a good point. You're so mature," I commented. "Hey, Miss Miyazawa, what kind of music do you listen to?"

So, it's sad this doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope.

She rambled on and on about Brahm's, and honestly, I couldn't care less. Miyazawa had always been so cultured for a young woman, so polite, petite and... perfect. She was something that stirred up all of these wonderful and frightening feelings from deep within my heart, and I decided that was a good thing. Before I met her, I almost thought I lost the ability to feel this way, or maybe never had it at all.

Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.

So I offered to lend her my Brahm's CD, just for the sake of communication with this goddess among mortals.

Later, as the sun was setting into a bright orange ball of fire, I found Miyazawa walking toward the train station. The slight breeze whisked her short, fine hair away from her face, revealing a cute nose and pale creamy skin. It was a bit chilly outside, but she showed no sign of cold, even though the long, thin legs under her short plaid skirt would beg to differ.

It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.

"Miss Miyazawa," I called after her, "you headed home?"

"Yep. What about your club, Arima?"

Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.

I told her exams were coming up and that there was no club this week, then asked if I could accompany her home part way.

I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?

She looked up at me with those big cinnamon eyes of hers and said cheerfully, "Not at all."

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful this girl really is.

It's only you, beautiful.
Or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.

After exams, the scores were posted in the hallway outside of the main office. And to my delight, Miss Miyazawa scored the highest! During past defeats, I would have pretended to be happy for the winner and fumed secretly inside. But now, I was truly happy for her. It was no surprise she'd get the top score, I mean, she IS the most wonderful person at this school, but I was just so damn proud. I had no reason, she wasn't my girlfriend or anything, but the love I had built up for her was so great.

But how could I miscalculate...?
Pefect eyes will have perfect aim.

The crowds parted for me and I spoke my congratulations. "You really are amazing after all."

If I can choose, it's only you.

For a split second, I could have sworn she looked confused.

"We're wrecking," and I'm dry like a drum...when you scream
So fine I'll leave... we're spent... we've got time and trials...
Measured in miles... we slave for days and weeks.

The next day, I made my way to homeroom an hour early, as usual. I made sure to get back from club the same time every morning just so I could find Miss Miyazawa there, quietly reading her notes or staring off into space. This morning, however, I got a rude awakening.

CRASH!

Miyazawa slammed into me upon entering the room. She looked a bit shaken and I apologized. She mumbled and stuttered and quickly ran out, avoiding my eye.

It's only you, beautiful.

"Nobody's here yet?" I asked to no one, though at the time I thought I was asking her. But by that time she'd already made it down half of the hallway.

Or I don't want anyone.

I had no idea what to do, so I followed the plan that my heart was whispering into my ear. I ran after Miyazawa and caught her soft, small hand.

If I can choose, it's only you.

"Wait!" I exclaimed, then bended slowly down, so my lips were inches away from her delicate ear. "I want you to remember, Miss Miyazawa, I love you."

But how could I miscalculate...?
Perfect lies from a perfect dame.

The rejection heading my way was not something I enjoyed hearing, and I hoped to God the sound of my heart tearing was something I would never have to hear again.

If I can choose... it's only you.

A/N: How did you like it? I may have messed up the spacing a bit, but blame that on WordPerfect and fucking Woot... It's been a while since I've done a song fic. Heh.

I'd just like to point out one tiny fun fact about the stories I have published here so far... THEY'RE ALL INSPIRED BY BRAND NEW. The title "Torrential Downpour" was a taken from the quote "Concrete and water, she's looking for her daughter at midnight in torrential downpour," from "Jaws Theme Swimming". And it's obvious what "No Seatbelt Song" (the fic) is taken from.

And, oh, you may remember "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot." That's Brand New too. My favorite song of theirs, in fact. Yup. IT'S ME! MountainRain. I'm alive after all. But I lost the password to the email I used for the other account, so I had to make a new one.

Well, I've rambled on long enough. Review and I'll love you forever.