Csilla: Yeah, it was about time to start a new KukAmu story ;D
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[ - Chapter One - ]
I remember listening to stories of 'happily ever after's and believing that 'love' was this beautiful thing that turned a cute girl into an even more beautiful girl. Stories of how princesses or damsels would wait for her prince/hero to come and they'd fall in love and live happily ever after. Yes, I always loved listening to my mother read me these bedtime stories and I pushed to have my little sister hear those precious words of happy endings. I used to even read to Ami when my mother needed to work late to earn extra money. Used to, being the keyword. I no longer believe those fairy tales. Those lies told to young girls to leave them naked for reality. A reality where I've met a prince-like boy, fell in love with him and now I'm in a relationship where I can't stand to see myself in the mirror. I can't stand to see how ugly I've become. I find excuses to tell Ami as to why I can't read to her at night when our mom is busy. I'm sure she hates me for it but so be it.
I brush the bedhead from my rose-colored hair before slipping inside an over-sized sweater; thank god, our academy allows sweaters to be worn over our uniforms! Checking to make sure my hands are all that are seem from underneath the beige material, I quickly slip on my plaid leg warmers that match the skirt I wear everyday as a part of my school's uniform. Another quick look up and down, I head down into the kitchen to catch a whiff of what smells sweet and mouth-watering but a mental reminder that if I was late again there would be hell to pay. I ninja my way to grab a piece of toast and ran out of the house before my mom could force me to sit and eat breakfast. If she only knew...
"Ah! Amu," The cheerful voice, which oozed trouble greeted me by the gates of my high school; I returned the greeting with one that hopefully wouldn't cause any problems before walking beside him into school.
We went about our normal routine together, getting his books from his locker and then mine; a small lump quickly formed in my throat as we approached mine. My locker was off on an end of the hallway where there wasn't much traffic unlike my boyfriend's, whose was dead-center. I recalled everything from the day before with step closer we were to the metal cage where my books were. I was putting in the combination when I heard that tone. The tone he uses every time I'm about to find myself uglier than before. Hating myself more than before.
"Amu" The false cheerfulness was gone replaced with the monster my boyfriend really is; I knew what was coming next and just like all the previous times, I mentally prepared myself for the worst.
A hard grip on my wrist sparked pain up my arm before new sparks flew across my back as I was spun around then slammed against my locker; a small prick in my head rose a note that I likely have scrape on my head. Again. I stared defenselessly into those hard ruby eyes before me. Those soulless demon eyes filled with passionate feelings directed at me. And only me. He stepped closer so that if anyone happened to pass by, it would only seem like we were about to kiss. Or at the very least, talk among ourselves.
"You were a little late today, mind explaining?" I can honestly say I hate myself for being so pathetic; barely able to do anything right in his eyes - I could only swallow and slowly answer him apologetically, "I'm s-sorry, Tadase... my mother was cooking breakfast and-"
A hard shove then, "Likely story," his breath felt like wires brushing against my cheek, "If I find out you were with another guy, you know what would happen..."
His threat hung between us; he was right! I knew how angry he would be if I was with another guy for any amount of time. He's very protective of me. A warning bell washed a wave of relief over me as it rung through the halls; neither of us could afford to be late so as he released me, he grabbed my hand and walked me to my class. With a quick kiss on my cheek, he left me to get to his own class. This year we didn't have class together, which royally pissed him off because he made sure I picked the same classes as him! I fixed my sweater and checked my leg warmers before entering my first period; I know if anyone knew the truth: they would likely interfere but I love him.
Or at least I was sure I did until one worm dug himself into my life. And refused to leave. Or die.
"Okay class! Since Ms. Sanjou will be out on maternity leave, we'll be having her class join us~" Nikaidou explained to us once class began and students piled in with desk; each student filled up the empty spots beside one of the students already in the class one-by-one.
As long as no boy sat next to me, I couldn't careless who sat beside me so instead I prompted myself to stare out the window aimlessly. A screech of a desk being sat down had me glancing over to see a wide grin and the deepest green eyes I had ever seen. Unfortunately both were attached to a boy. A boy who had placed his desk beside mine. This is not good. I quickly glanced around to see if I could persuade him to sit elsewhere but there was no open spots.
I hope Tadase doesn't find out
Well since I couldn't get him to leave - I would just have to avoid talking to him. Simple, right? Eh, as I soon found out: not so much! The boy instantly struck up a conversation with me: "Hi, sorry my class has to intrude on yours... Hope you don't mind that I sat beside you and all," chuckling a little, "by the way, I'm Kukai. Kukai Soma,"
I kept silent and did my best to pay attention to Nikaidou but the boy refused to give up: "You know its polite to answer someone back when they introduce themselves," he whispered in a playful tone.
"So is not talking when the teacher is talking," I instinctively bit back before biting my lip as I realized what I had just done; I quickly scribbled down notes that were being written on the board.
"So you can talk," I paused in my recording, trying to focus on the pain in my head; maybe if I pretend it hurts a lot I can just go to the nurse's office for the rest of class.
Unfortunately it worked a little too well; my head began throbbing more than I expected it would and I raised a hand to hold it comfortingly mentally noting that the slam into my locker might have re-opened one of my newly-healed injuries a little. Just for clarification, it wasn't the throbbing that was unfortunate - it was the person who caught sight of my actions. Before I knew it, he had raised his hand and proceeded to say he was taking me to the nurse's office. My hand was grabbed gently and pulled as such out of my seat then out the door. I followed unsure as my mind caught up with the events leading up before I stopped in my tracks and yanked my hand away; green eyes swept over to me in confusion. I held the hand he had grabbed a hold of and held it close to my chest before muttering, "...stay away from me..."
I had hoped he would just leave like that but luck again was not in my favor as he responded with a light: "Then would you mind if I simply walked you there?" Just as I was about to argue that he should just go, he added: "Humor me," smiling, "I just want to make sure you get there... it looked like your head was spinning in the classroom,"
There was something in his voice that left me without any further discussion of getting him to leave; what the hell was wrong with me? Did I really want to risk getting injured for some guy that didn't want to leave me alone? Our trip to the nurse's office was quiet; my head pulsed painfully a few times causing me to stumble but Kukai seem to only touch my shoulder muttering that he was right there. Seeing the sign for our destination, I let out a sigh of relief; now I wouldn't have to worry about him - he would leave and I would avoid him at all cost. He went a few steps ahead of me and opened the door, holding it as I walked in first; why was he doing this when he doesn't even know me?
As usual, the nurse wasn't in so as normal I went about getting what I would need as I stated: "Well, you walked me here... you should go back,"
"No,"
H-huh?!
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Csilla: So whaddya think~? I'm not really used to writing in first-person so bare with me &let me know if I mess up anywhere~ :D
I've noticed something too... I'm so mean to poor Amu -pats- She's actually one of the FEW anime girls I ACTUALLY like! XD
But I keep injuring her LIKE almost EVERY story I've written with her! ;-;