A/N: i am truly sorry if it took me two months to update. but today and the next succeeding weeks, i will constantly update. and i would also like to say a huge Thank You to all those who've waited, reviewed and stopped by to read the story of this lazy writer. hehe. so i wish you'll like this chapter...even though its short compared to the others. but i have to stop there and place the succeeding events in the next chapter.
this chapter is somewhat tragic compared to the easy flow of the previous ones. but i do hope you'll like it. any suggestions or comments i will gladly hear it. thanks!
so here's the story...
MY ANTI-DEPRESSANT
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Realization #3: Fronts and Hate
POV: Kira
Nice one Kira Yamato.
Ok. There was no point in denying that my brain was being ambushed by absurdity and repugnance accompanied by the on-going voices that shouted: what made you do that you idiot! And then the image of the flaring princess crosses my thoughts again and again, sending me in a flurry of trepidation. It was such a blessing that the sky was pitch black and silence hung in the air helping me contemplate of what will be and what should be done.
But the only problem is: I can't seem to think.
For her very image, those vivid amber eyes, the trace of redness on those cheeks and that glimmering wet lips would constantly peek at the corners of my mind. I just can't seem to think clearly. No guy will ever think clearly after that.
A sigh was escaped.
Dinner was silent except for the fact that mother kept babbling about the new project her company has in store for her department. The project will be done at the other city, four hours travel from theirs, and father made short responses so as to fill the uneasy silence on the table.
From my seat, I glanced away from my plate. Just on cue, Cagalli looked up from hers and our eyes met for a split second that is until she briefly glanced away with a slight redness spreading on her cheeks. I could only fumble with my fork and made myself busy.
This is weird.
"So tomorrow noon I will have my flight and then take a bus to the metropolis—"
Father interrupted, "why don't I drive you? It will only take four to five hours…"
Mother pondered for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "And have you away from your work? I can go there by myself, don't worry and I'll be gone for a few days…or maybe a week if the work calls me to stay."
"A week?" Father exclaimed.
Just as expected, she thought and sighed inwardly. Father can be a big worrywart sometimes. "And since how many days you were gone the last time you went out of town? Two weeks am I right?"
"Whatever."
"So don't expect an instant dinner for a couple of days, children," she turned to us who were too self-absorbed during the whole discussion. "And don't expect to be served by your father," and she flipped her head at father's direction. "I don't want any of you sick when I got home."
"Hey!" Father retorted.
I smiled weakly at them.
I don't know. I guess I'mjust not myself right now. And from the looks dad and mom were throwing at each other, Cagalli was definitely not herself either.
You've just made a huge mistake Yamato.
Nice try.
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From across to where I was lying after a restless night of squirming under the covers, the digital clock glowered and reminded me it was already 05:55 A.M. My body suddenly has this impulsive contraction and I sat uptight as a realization dawned. School.
My bare feet contacted with the cold floor and I stifled a yawn. I dashed out of my room, to the hall and towards the bathroom. But before heading straight, I stopped and found myself staring at her closed door. Her room was at peace. She's still sleeping.
The door's knob seemed welcoming and I have this sudden need to see her in a slumber state, even though I've seen her countless of times. And all those times I get to stare at her sleepy face, it never failed to amaze me. That well-known flare turning into a mellow light. She was just—a variety of sorts. She was just plain special.
But then, I resisted the urge.
After a full minute of staring at nothingness, I went for a shower and let the water rained down on my bare chest. When finished, I wrapped a clean towel around my naked body and continued massaging my wet hair with a blue towel. Then lunged to open the door.
"I kind of thought you're planning to stay there," Cagalli was standing right outside with that all-to-familiar glare.
I blinked. But that cringe never got unnoticed upon seeing me bare-naked. A grin was in progress. "And what are you staring at?"
She immediately scowled as a blush made its way across her cheeks. But the flare in those eyes did not falter. "Quit mocking me, you idiot. If you're finish, can you please move out? I have to, you know, do some human cleansing."
I stepped out of her way. "Oh. Yeah. Sure."
She made a silent grumble and avoided my gaze as she abruptly closed the door on my face. I continued standing there, still bewildered and quite brightened at the unexpected acknowledgment. I sighed. But knowing Cagalli, she can be the least yielding person in the entire universe. I flung the towel on my shoulder and went to my room.
I guess it will be another long day.
POV: Cagalli
My eyes sent flames at the back of that brown haired idiot and wished it could set him on fire.If he even thinks that a little acknowledgement is another expression of forgiveness, well you got it all wrong lass. The main antagonist started fidgeting on his seat as if my glares were burning holes on his back. Serves him right.
Liar.
Because the truth is you're not mad Cagalli Yula Attha! You're not even annoyed or pissed. Instead you were overjoyed last night. Right? Right. Argh. STOP! My brow fell on my opened palms. This has been bugging me all night long. How could one feel such bliss as if you're soaring through the clouds with the angels when you're step-brother had just kissed you? Not just any step-brother but a handsome one with all the works?
It could only lead to one thing though: Disaster.
Yup, you're treading on red-hot grounds Ca—
"—Cagalli."
Wait. Did I just hear my mind spoke my name out loud? Nah.
"Cagalli," and was accompanied by a poke on my side. It was Lacus. "Cagalli, it's your turn now."
I was taken out of my thoughts and saw Kira staring intensely at me across the room. I paled. Seeing that, he smiled...rather knowingly. Then he started mouthing something and made a series of gestures. When nothing helped, he started pointing at the book.
I scowled at him. If he thinks he can make fun of me, I'm not falling for that. Damn that idiot.
"Page 114, Miss Attha." Their teacher glanced from the book to her. "You can read that after you finished deciphering what Mister Yamato was signaling for you."
A couple of soft giggles and snorts followed as I held my book and prepared not to wince. Anyway, this is just a piece of cake.
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At Room 211
"Why do you keep doing that?"
It was Kira, of course. I should have known. "Keep doing what?" I flipped through the pages in the folder and went for the next one.
"Avoiding my questions during the meeting," and he chuckled. "Well, to put it plainly, keep avoiding me. Why so? Because of what happened last night?"
My fingers seemed to have a life of itself. But I thanked them; it kept me distracted and another reason to avoid looking at him. "Your questions are useless anyway, and the council has already decided all the preparations concerning the upcoming festival. So don't push it. And forget last night. It never happened."
"You're quite mean aren't you?"
This stopped me. I looked up and saw a small smile grazing his lips. "And in what part?" I asked and threw my hands frustratingly. The representatives from the different organizations that were still lingering around the room stopped moving and looked over them. "Stop being sentimental Kira," I added in a whisper. "You're making me sick."
He frowned. I guess I said too much. "Really. I wished you've told me sooner so I can stay out of your way. But you can't control people. You can't control people by being such a spoiled brat with that egoistical attitude of yours. It won't get you anywhere."
"Oh really?" I scowled. "If you didn't like being with a spoiled brat with that egoistical attitude then scam! There's no one stopping you! And I, in the very beginning, despised living with you and your father who must've charmed my mother into provoking her do such things and make my father leave…"
And a sudden slapped brought my hands to my cheek. My eyes were blazing in fury and my entire body was quivering from the impact and from hate as well. But his eyes, those tears, stopped me from retorting.
"I hate what had happened then as much as you do. But you have no right to ever blame father. No right." And those tears fell.
I glared and walked away from him, moving chairs and tables aside, towards the door. But someone was already there. It was the principal. He stared at me then at Kira along with the students flocking behind him.
"Come to the office, you and Yamato." With that, he walked past the gaping crowd. I followed him and heard Kira's footsteps coming behind me.
"Your fault you idiot…"
The prinicpal took his seat and eyed them dismally. "Take a seat." And both of them sat across from each other, gazes evading. "Your quarrel is not my ultimate purpose here. You're old enough to mend it on your own."
I stared at the principal in confusion. "I don't understand sir."
He sighed. The creases on his brow loosened. "I've just received a call. It's from your father, Mr. Yamato, and he's asking my permission to let you two go to the hospital. Your mother, "and he turned to me. His eyes betrayed something, an uncanny realization, that could never, should never, happen.
No. But my entire body stiffened. It can't be. Please don't say it. Tell me I'm wrong.
"Cagalli, your mother has an accident."
A/N: there. thank you once again! you've made this frustrated writer smile by sending in your comments or suggestions or by stopping by and reading this.
ficitonalfact signing off.
