Art's Outcast

Art of opening

by

Numanife(kat)

number 2~!!! I hope you like this story, it will get better, I promise.


I woke up and looked out the window. I saw Akaya-kun hanging in his front yard, obviously waiting for me to wake up. It's a vacation for Easter, and Akaya-kun obviously included me in his schedule, something I'm not happy about. He smiled at me, and I twisted my face a bit, but turned and closed the curtain to get dressed. I pulled on a long sleeved black shirt and normal denim skinnies, and tennis shoes. I went downstairs.

"Honey, where you going," My mom questioned, curious of this, because I don't go out often.

"Apparently, hanging with Akaya Kirihara. " I told her, hiding my blush.

"You got a friend?!?" Mom exclaimed and I quickly slammed the door shut, but Akaya-kun obviously heard. He laughed and I blushed again. I walked over to his lawn and sat down the concrete of the side walk.

He sat beside me and started another conversation. I sat and listened, nodding my head occasionally. "Okay, no offense, but how do even know I'm listening, or better care?"

"Well you came over here, didn't you?" He beat me, giving me a nonreturnable response. Question vs. question. But why is he trying so hard. I listened to him, pretending like I wasn't, and learned things I didn't realize before. The way he spoke to me suggested friendliness, but also something else, loneliness. I wanted me as a friend, because he's lonely. I don't get it. He has the tennis team. Tons of girls who like him. Millions of friends. Someone everyone likes to be around. Somebody notices easily. The exact opposite of me.

His seaweed like hair made me want to go swimming, and his motions were elegant, thanks to Sanada-senpai. Everything I noticed now was hidden quiet well, and never would show if I kept my distance. He got up and ran to the door, pulling out a racket holder and coming back over. He handed it to me and told me to open it. I rolled my eyes and opened it. I lifted up the first one of three I saw, a black and red racket, with an x like design on the netting. He pulled out a plain blue racket, and picked up a ball.

"Luna Hikari, right?" He smirked, "I'll show you my passion." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I kept a hold of it and dragged behind his house. He stepped onto one side of the court, letting go of my hand, obviously wanting to play me. I gripped the racket in my right hand, and playing with it slightly. "Ready?" He called from the other side. I chased the ball every time he served it, and kept missing. He started laughing and I blushed.

"I don't play tennis, okay, I don't know how to play!" I pouted slightly. I then I turned my head, snapping out of my immature state. He laughed and I wiped a ball at his face. He hit the ground, then got up, rubbing his rump.

"Ouch," He said and for the first time in a long time, I laughed. He looked at me, but I couldn't stop. It was fun, no matter how many times I missed. And Akaya-kun was too much. He started laughing too. My face began to hurt because of the sudden change, and our laughter was interrupted by the rest of the Rikkai tennis team. I looked at them and stared. I gulped at the look of Sanada's stone face. My fast beating heart stopped and my breathe was knocked out of me. As if some fan girl punched me for getting to close. Akaya-kun was defiantly in trouble, and it was my fault.

"Kirihara, is this your reason for skipping practice?" Sanada-senpai's comment stabbed at my soul and I felt this weird urge that I've never felt before.

I walked and stood in front of him, "It's my fault, I came over, I distracted him. It's not Akaya-kun's fault." I defended protectively. He glared, and I glared back easily. Everyone's eyes widened at my action.

"Then, leave, your only a bother to him." That stung. I grabbed Sanada's shirt and punched his face. He was sent flying back and on the floor.

"Bite me," I spat out and spat beside him, then turned to grab Akaya-kun's racket, putting it back in it's case.

I gave it to Akaya-kun smile, "I'll see you later Akaya-kun," I told him and swiftly left. My fist stung and began to bleed. I grabbed the medical wrap and wrapped my hand. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to see Yukimura with Sanada, holding him by the ear.

Sanada held out his hand, "I'm apologize for my rudeness," He told me.

I looked at his hand and sighed in defeat, "I'm sorry for punching you," I said back. Yukimura-senpai seemed to always be there for the battles. But he was leaving sooon, and sure enough, Sanada-senpai's grudge would come back. I shut the door and went upstairs to my room. I pulled my sketch book out of the drawer. I opened the window and began to draw Akaya-kun with his friends, laughing about Yukimura's attempt to fix our problem. He looked and held a peace sign to me, smiling. I couldn't help but smile back. I waved and began to draw again. He started to his friends again and kept his smile. I put perfect detail on the curled hair and his eyes.

Akaya Kirihara, my favorite model, kind and sweet, and my best friend. My only friend.


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