3/31/01
"Call Me Call Me"
By: Lelu
Leluh16@yahoo.com
PG
[Disclaimers: "Call Me Call Me" is a song from Cowboy
Bebop. Characters used in the story are copyright Naoko
Takeuchi.]
~ I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
Sunny liquid dreams ~
Usagi sat by the phone, nervously brushing back strands
of silver-blonde hair.
'Mamoru…'
She buried her head in her hands, bangs pushing upwards
and falling over her arms. Slowly, the tears began to build
in her eyes, as they had so many times before in this
single day. She bit her full bottom lip, leaning slightly
against the wall of her room. Lifting her head, she looked
from her blurred vision at the rose that lay upon the
pillow on her bed.
'I wish…'
Her lips quivered again, and once more she sought refuge
in her own arms…and in the back of her mind, playing in
front of her own eyes, she watched like a mysterious third
party as the day's events began to run like a film…until
she fell asleep, tired, confused, and angry at the man she
loved.
~ Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
Gotta get to you
But I don't know how ~
Black bangs fell forward, slightly covering dark blue
eyes. His gaze fell on the phone once or twice, but
quickly, he focused on the opposite side of his room.
Then, he lifted his hands…and glared at them.
'Usagi…'
He felt so guilty inside; he felt guilty everywhere.
Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a little slip of
paper. In Usagi's handwriting was her number- the
number he was to call if he ever felt…like how he was
feeling now.
Lightning crackled overhead, and Tokyo's sky was gray
and black, unyielding to the rain that began to fall.
Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
~ Call me call me
Let me know it's all right ~
'You have to call her,' his mind whispered. 'She doesn't
deserve to be treated like how you did this morning…'
And slowly, his memory replayed the horrible event.
**
~ Call me call me
Don't you think it's 'bout time ~
"You…you beast!" she spat out at him, hands shaking
with the anger that she felt for the tall aloof figure in front
of her. "How dare you…How dare you embarrass me like
that in front of 'nii-san!"
His eyes slightly narrowed at the warmth in her voice
when she had mentioned Motoki. Casually, he leaned
against a tree in the park, watching the wind weave in and
out of her hair, blonde wisps of silk flying gently in the
breeze.
"I can't forgive you, you know, Mamoru-san," Usagi said
slowly when he hadn't said anything. "Not after…"
His back went straight at her sentence and shivers of
foreboding ran down his spine. Sharply, haltingly, he said,
"You can't forgive me…" Laughing, a sound that died in
his throat, he whispered menacingly, "That's not possible
for you, Usagi." He began to circle her, his pants making
a soft swishing noise as he continued to walk. He came to
a halt right in front of her, grabbing her chin to force her
to look up at him.
She winced; his grip was not as gentle as she would have
imagined it to be…as she had imagined it to be.
~ Please won't you call and ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you, peace of mind ~
"I know your type," he said forcefully, blue eyes
narrowed into slits so small that it was nearly impossible
to see the iris. "You're the happy-go-lucky type of person,
always genki no matter what. Even if you fail a test,
which you have done so many times, you don't care!" He
forcefully let go of her chin, and she stepped back a few
paces, suddenly afraid. "So excuse me," Mamoru
continued, "if I don't believe you when you say that you
won't forgive me. You're incapable of that, Usagi. As you
are of so many other things," he added mercilessly.
She continued to walk backwards, her fear building in her
chest until it completely overtook the love she felt for
him.
"Backing away so soon?" he taunted.
She stopped walking and spoke so quietly that the words
barely reached his ears. "I know *your* type, Mamoru-
san." She lifted her eyes, which were blurring with tears.
"You are the cynical man. You are the one who has no
hope for life; in fact, you probably would have ended it
long before now, except there is something that entered
your life that kept you alive, and continues to keep you
alive."
She began to walk towards him, watching every emotion
that played across his hard face.
"I offered to be friends with you, Mamoru, do you
remember that?" A wry smile played across her lips as
she tilted her head. "I offered to be many things with you,
for you, but every time, you pushed me away with some
harsh comment or with some comment that you knew I
wouldn't like." Her gaze fell to her hands which were
clasped together in front of her blue-pleated skirt. "But
slowly, I began to realize why…why you wouldn't want
someone like me as a friend." The muscles in her throat
jerked violently, and that slight movement did not escape
Mamoru's glare. "It's because…"
She lifted her face and the anguish that she felt was so
expressed on her face that it made him hurt inside.
"It's because you don't like me. You don't like me, what I
stand for, or what I could be for you. And it
hurts…because I care for you, even if you don't care for
me at all." She lifted a hand to gently caress his face, but
it fell back to her side as quickly as it had lifted. "You're
as cold and as hard as I thought you would be the first
time I met you. And stupidly, I thought that I could
change how you were…but you wouldn't let me. Instead,
you chose to pick on me…as if it were all a little game to
you, which I know it is." Her face flushed with
embarrassment and deep anger. "And then…what you
said at the Crown today…Motoki…Who knows what he
thinks about me now?"
Mamoru's hands involuntarily clenched.
"He must think that I'm some silly little girl with a crush
on him." Her eyes flared with rage. "How could you say
that to him? To tell him that I was in love with him, and
that the only reason why I went to the Crown was to see
him?"
He shrugged. "Because it's true."
'Oh, the irony,' she thought. 'The reason why I went was
to see…you.'
She shook her head, the sunlight capturing her innocence.
"You're so wrong, Mamoru…and my god, I pity you."
~ What can I do
To get me to you ~
He didn't know why he did it…but his hand, as if it had a
will of its own, suddenly lashed out and struck the side of
her face.
She lifted her head back to him, her hand slowly raising to
her face to ease the pain of the brief but forceful hit.
Instead of hitting him back or even yelling at him, as he
had expected her to do- wanted her to do- she bent down
and reached for her long-forgotten briefcase. Taking out a
notebook and a pen, she wrote down something with deft
movement. Standing back up, she took his hand and
pressed the paper into it.
"I pity you, Mamoru…" Usagi's face turned away and he
saw how forceful the slap had been, the redness marring
the white beauty of her skin. "But…it doesn't stop me
from feeling…. from feeling these strong emotions that
are for you…only for you."
Before he could say anything or call her back, she had
picked up her briefcase and ran away.
He looked at the paper in his hands.
~ I had your number quite some time ago
Back when we were young
But I had to grow ~
Usagi's phone number, written in black ink, stared back at
him.
~ Call me call me
Let me know you are there ~
**
~ Call me call me
I wanna know you still care ~
A few weeks passed and every day, Usagi and Mamoru
managed to wade in and out of each other's lives. Their
friends watched from what was once the war's sideline,
afraid to say anything to either of them.
Mamoru walked home, a sigh of relief escaping his parted
lips when he shut his apartment door and locked it.
Another day of avoiding Usagi had been successfully
completed.
But then, why did he feel so empty inside?
~ What can I do
To get me to you ~
She gazed restlessly out the window, her thin frame
rocking gently back and forth.
~ Come on now won't you ease my mind ~
'Call me…' she lifted her face to the sun, hoping its
warmth would ease the pain she felt inside. 'Please…call
me…let me know you care.'
~ Reasons for me to find you, peace of mind ~
Many hours later, he lifted the phone with shaking
fingers. From his memory, he dialed the numbers that had
been written for him.
~ Come on now, won't you ease my mind ~
Ring…
~ Reasons for me to find you, peace of mind ~
Ring…
~ Reasons for me to live my life, ease my mind ~
Ring…
~ Reasons for me to know you, peace of mind ~
"Hello?"
~ What can I do
To get me to you ~
The tension from his body eased, sliding away and into
the velvety night.
"Hello, Usagi."
On her end of the line, she smiled beautifully.
"Mamoru…I'm so glad you called."
--
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"Call Me Call Me"
By: Lelu
Leluh16@yahoo.com
PG
[Disclaimers: "Call Me Call Me" is a song from Cowboy
Bebop. Characters used in the story are copyright Naoko
Takeuchi.]
~ I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
Rainbow waterfalls
Sunny liquid dreams ~
Usagi sat by the phone, nervously brushing back strands
of silver-blonde hair.
'Mamoru…'
She buried her head in her hands, bangs pushing upwards
and falling over her arms. Slowly, the tears began to build
in her eyes, as they had so many times before in this
single day. She bit her full bottom lip, leaning slightly
against the wall of her room. Lifting her head, she looked
from her blurred vision at the rose that lay upon the
pillow on her bed.
'I wish…'
Her lips quivered again, and once more she sought refuge
in her own arms…and in the back of her mind, playing in
front of her own eyes, she watched like a mysterious third
party as the day's events began to run like a film…until
she fell asleep, tired, confused, and angry at the man she
loved.
~ Confusion creeps inside me raining doubt
Gotta get to you
But I don't know how ~
Black bangs fell forward, slightly covering dark blue
eyes. His gaze fell on the phone once or twice, but
quickly, he focused on the opposite side of his room.
Then, he lifted his hands…and glared at them.
'Usagi…'
He felt so guilty inside; he felt guilty everywhere.
Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a little slip of
paper. In Usagi's handwriting was her number- the
number he was to call if he ever felt…like how he was
feeling now.
Lightning crackled overhead, and Tokyo's sky was gray
and black, unyielding to the rain that began to fall.
Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
~ Call me call me
Let me know it's all right ~
'You have to call her,' his mind whispered. 'She doesn't
deserve to be treated like how you did this morning…'
And slowly, his memory replayed the horrible event.
**
~ Call me call me
Don't you think it's 'bout time ~
"You…you beast!" she spat out at him, hands shaking
with the anger that she felt for the tall aloof figure in front
of her. "How dare you…How dare you embarrass me like
that in front of 'nii-san!"
His eyes slightly narrowed at the warmth in her voice
when she had mentioned Motoki. Casually, he leaned
against a tree in the park, watching the wind weave in and
out of her hair, blonde wisps of silk flying gently in the
breeze.
"I can't forgive you, you know, Mamoru-san," Usagi said
slowly when he hadn't said anything. "Not after…"
His back went straight at her sentence and shivers of
foreboding ran down his spine. Sharply, haltingly, he said,
"You can't forgive me…" Laughing, a sound that died in
his throat, he whispered menacingly, "That's not possible
for you, Usagi." He began to circle her, his pants making
a soft swishing noise as he continued to walk. He came to
a halt right in front of her, grabbing her chin to force her
to look up at him.
She winced; his grip was not as gentle as she would have
imagined it to be…as she had imagined it to be.
~ Please won't you call and ease my mind
Reasons for me to find you, peace of mind ~
"I know your type," he said forcefully, blue eyes
narrowed into slits so small that it was nearly impossible
to see the iris. "You're the happy-go-lucky type of person,
always genki no matter what. Even if you fail a test,
which you have done so many times, you don't care!" He
forcefully let go of her chin, and she stepped back a few
paces, suddenly afraid. "So excuse me," Mamoru
continued, "if I don't believe you when you say that you
won't forgive me. You're incapable of that, Usagi. As you
are of so many other things," he added mercilessly.
She continued to walk backwards, her fear building in her
chest until it completely overtook the love she felt for
him.
"Backing away so soon?" he taunted.
She stopped walking and spoke so quietly that the words
barely reached his ears. "I know *your* type, Mamoru-
san." She lifted her eyes, which were blurring with tears.
"You are the cynical man. You are the one who has no
hope for life; in fact, you probably would have ended it
long before now, except there is something that entered
your life that kept you alive, and continues to keep you
alive."
She began to walk towards him, watching every emotion
that played across his hard face.
"I offered to be friends with you, Mamoru, do you
remember that?" A wry smile played across her lips as
she tilted her head. "I offered to be many things with you,
for you, but every time, you pushed me away with some
harsh comment or with some comment that you knew I
wouldn't like." Her gaze fell to her hands which were
clasped together in front of her blue-pleated skirt. "But
slowly, I began to realize why…why you wouldn't want
someone like me as a friend." The muscles in her throat
jerked violently, and that slight movement did not escape
Mamoru's glare. "It's because…"
She lifted her face and the anguish that she felt was so
expressed on her face that it made him hurt inside.
"It's because you don't like me. You don't like me, what I
stand for, or what I could be for you. And it
hurts…because I care for you, even if you don't care for
me at all." She lifted a hand to gently caress his face, but
it fell back to her side as quickly as it had lifted. "You're
as cold and as hard as I thought you would be the first
time I met you. And stupidly, I thought that I could
change how you were…but you wouldn't let me. Instead,
you chose to pick on me…as if it were all a little game to
you, which I know it is." Her face flushed with
embarrassment and deep anger. "And then…what you
said at the Crown today…Motoki…Who knows what he
thinks about me now?"
Mamoru's hands involuntarily clenched.
"He must think that I'm some silly little girl with a crush
on him." Her eyes flared with rage. "How could you say
that to him? To tell him that I was in love with him, and
that the only reason why I went to the Crown was to see
him?"
He shrugged. "Because it's true."
'Oh, the irony,' she thought. 'The reason why I went was
to see…you.'
She shook her head, the sunlight capturing her innocence.
"You're so wrong, Mamoru…and my god, I pity you."
~ What can I do
To get me to you ~
He didn't know why he did it…but his hand, as if it had a
will of its own, suddenly lashed out and struck the side of
her face.
She lifted her head back to him, her hand slowly raising to
her face to ease the pain of the brief but forceful hit.
Instead of hitting him back or even yelling at him, as he
had expected her to do- wanted her to do- she bent down
and reached for her long-forgotten briefcase. Taking out a
notebook and a pen, she wrote down something with deft
movement. Standing back up, she took his hand and
pressed the paper into it.
"I pity you, Mamoru…" Usagi's face turned away and he
saw how forceful the slap had been, the redness marring
the white beauty of her skin. "But…it doesn't stop me
from feeling…. from feeling these strong emotions that
are for you…only for you."
Before he could say anything or call her back, she had
picked up her briefcase and ran away.
He looked at the paper in his hands.
~ I had your number quite some time ago
Back when we were young
But I had to grow ~
Usagi's phone number, written in black ink, stared back at
him.
~ Call me call me
Let me know you are there ~
**
~ Call me call me
I wanna know you still care ~
A few weeks passed and every day, Usagi and Mamoru
managed to wade in and out of each other's lives. Their
friends watched from what was once the war's sideline,
afraid to say anything to either of them.
Mamoru walked home, a sigh of relief escaping his parted
lips when he shut his apartment door and locked it.
Another day of avoiding Usagi had been successfully
completed.
But then, why did he feel so empty inside?
~ What can I do
To get me to you ~
She gazed restlessly out the window, her thin frame
rocking gently back and forth.
~ Come on now won't you ease my mind ~
'Call me…' she lifted her face to the sun, hoping its
warmth would ease the pain she felt inside. 'Please…call
me…let me know you care.'
~ Reasons for me to find you, peace of mind ~
Many hours later, he lifted the phone with shaking
fingers. From his memory, he dialed the numbers that had
been written for him.
~ Come on now, won't you ease my mind ~
Ring…
~ Reasons for me to find you, peace of mind ~
Ring…
~ Reasons for me to live my life, ease my mind ~
Ring…
~ Reasons for me to know you, peace of mind ~
"Hello?"
~ What can I do
To get me to you ~
The tension from his body eased, sliding away and into
the velvety night.
"Hello, Usagi."
On her end of the line, she smiled beautifully.
"Mamoru…I'm so glad you called."
--
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