Kaya- Finally... 2... effin... hours... of ... writing... my feels... *faints*
Inner me- Its pure crap, too.
Kaya- *gets up* Its always crap, no need to rub it in. So this idea came to me while I was in the shower (I think best when im there). I dont know why, but I wanted to try this style of writing.
Inner me- You suck at it, so quit it.
Kaya- I swer this is the first and last time Im writing in this style, so shut it!
Inner me- You suck at any writing style. You suck at writing generaly.
Kaya- I know -.- " Anyways, I do not own Inazuma Eleven!
Please review!
... My shoulders hurt like HELL.
Inner me- Hope they keep hurting.
"Hey, Genda!"
You waved your hand.
And smiled at me.
With happines in your eyes.
"Whats up?"
I replied.
"Long time no see."
I smirked.
You laughed.
And reminded.
"Koujirou,
Its been only a few weeks."
A few weeks you said.
But to me,
It was a few years.
"So,"
I started.
"How have things been,
you know, with Inazuma Japan?"
I asked.
With no emotion at all.
But you just chuckled.
And didn't notice.
Didn't notice it.
My pain.
My jelousy.
My hate.
"Great, as always!"
You answerd.
The biggest grin on your face.
I used to make you smile like that.
I used to make you'r face hurt,
From smiling too wide.
But it changed.
It had changed.
Same grin.
Diffrent occasion.
I smiled.
And congragiolated you.
With a fake smile.
A fake smile.
A fake smile that hid,
Hid alot of hatred.
Alot of jelousy.
Alot of pain.
"Did Kidou tell you?"
You suddenly beamed.
Breaking the silance.
Breaking the akwardness.
Breaking my thoughts.
"Tell me what?"
I asked.
But the truth is.
I could care less.
That guy.
That goggled guy.
"Kidou-san" you called him.
You respected him.
You respected him alot.
Me and you.
We used to be best friends.
Ever since we were born.
But one day.
One painful day.
You called "Kidou-san".
Your best friend.
Forgeting I was there.
Frogeting your true best friend was there.
Forgeting he was the one who truley cared for you.
Forgeting he was there.
When "Kidou-san" wasn't.
Everytime you mention his name.
His cold, unforgivable name.
Every single godforsaken time.
You see him.
You run.
Run and leave me behind.
Run and take all the attention you gave me.
To him.
To him...
To "Kidou-san".
"How could you not know?"
You beamed at me again.
Your eyes sparkling.
Your beutiful red eyes.
Filled with light.
You sounded like a teenage girl.
On Valentine's day.
But I loved it.
I loved your voice.
When you screamed.
When you laughed.
When you cried.
I loved it.
Because I was there.
I was there to hear you.
"Well...
Something happend."
You tried to speak.
While you blushed.
Scratching your cheek.
Your tan cheek.
That was now pinker then a Sakura Blossom.
I used to make that colour appear on you face.
By making you mad.
By making perverted jokes with you.
By emberassing you.
By making you laugh.
By making you cry.
"Kidou and I-"
Stop.
Please stop.
As soon as I herd his name.
I knew I was going to hate this.
Please don't finish this.
Please.
Don't mention him.
Please.
Forget him.
Remember me insted.
"-are dating!"
You yelled.
Obviously happy.
Happy you went out with your loved one.
Happy you satisfied your feelings.
Happy you left your best friend.
Suffering and feeling forgotten.
I couldn't help it.
I looked at the ground.
My only friend, it seemed.
My eyes.
Filled with rage.
My knuckles.
Pumping into fists.
Fists I would use.
On your so called "Kidou-san".
My teeth.
Clenching from pure disgust.
You noticed.
You finally noticed,
My state.
"Hey...
Don't tell me
Your jelous!"
You laughed.
It wasn't funny for me.
Not even alittle.
Because it was the bare truth.
All I could do.
Was stand there.
Stand there.
Not making a sound.
Not changing my position.
You laughed again.
Making me regret it.
Making me regret,
Once loving your laugh.
It used to be a sign.
A sign of trust.
A sign of happines.
A sign of friendship.
But now.
You use it against me.
Its now a sign.
A sign of mocking.
A sign of pity.
A sign of cruelty.
"Don't worry.
Koujirou.
Genda.
Listen to me."
You ordered.
I lifted my head up.
Looking at your face.
The same grin still on it.
It was starting to discust me.
"This is not a movie,
Or something like that.
This is reality.
It has no end.
Its full of squels.
It goes on."
You said.
Staring at me.
As if.
As if you were trying.
As if you were trying to teach me.
To teach me what life is.
You were right.
This is not a movie.
Its reality.
There is never a happy ending for everybody.
Its full of squels.
In every squel.
It gets worse.
Worse then the others.
It goes on.
It painfuly goes on.
It doesn't have life teaching endings.
Someone always ends up in pain.
That someone.
Is often the nicest one.
The most supporting one.
The most caring one.
The one who was there from the beginning...
Being forgotten in the end.
You put your hand.
Your soft, beutiful hand.
On my shoulder.
To make me look.
Look straight into you.
You flash a smile.
"Don't forget."
You said.
"We will always be there.
Dating or not.
Dead or alive.
We will be there.
You are never alone Koujirou.
We are here.
When you need us the most."
You countiued.
I could tell you were winking.
Through your eyepatch.
I could feel it.
I smiled.
It was fake.
Fake again.
Even though your speech was good.
It lacked emotion.
I couldn't belive you.
Not after you left me.
You hugged me.
You pulled me close.
I liked the feeling.
I didn't want you to pull away.
At first.
But then.
I feeled it.
You weren't honest.
You weren't true.
You weren't thinking of me.
While you were emracing me.
You were thinking of him.
Not me.
You just wanted to make me feel better.
But it would've been better.
If you had just told me.
Told me the truth.
The cold, naked truth.
Straight into my face.
It would've hurt less.
It would've hurt less than knowing,
That you left me,
But lied to me.
Lied to me that you were still here.
When you weren't.
You really weren't.
Now I felt it.
You pulled away.
Your warm body.
Away from mine.
I would normally pull you again.
But I didn't.
I was glad.
Glad you let me go.
Glad I stopped feeling it.
Glad I stopped feeling all these lies you hid.
You looked at the time.
Your face soon became worried.
But inside.
I could feel it.
You were happy.
Happy to get away from me.
Happy to get rid of me.
Happy to get back to him.
You gave me one last look in the eyes.
"Bye, Genda!"
You waved your hand.
And smiled at me...
With happines...
In your eyes...
"And remember!"
You stopped.
You seddenly rememberd something.
"Your not alone.
Okay?"
You said.
Then ran away.
I waved back.
Thinking.
'Your not alone'.
It doesn't feel like it though Sakuma...
It doesn't feel like it at all...