Yo! Okay, maybe that wasn't the right word, but this chapter is hard to right and I've been rewriting this chapter over six times. There isn't much events occurring and to tell you guys the truth, Tangled Existence is not properly planned out. For short, just go with the flow and this might make all of you hate me for the rest of my life.

I have less ideas in this story due to having all of it put into You're not alone Series. I'm very sorry! I'm trying to rack my brains for some ideas, but nothing came out and my concentration isn't coming good due to a headache and a nosebleed that had lasted for three days. Anyway, I'll try my best to make this story more interesting. Not to mention quotes! It's hard to think up these days...

cutemarty1999 - Kidou pairing? Maybe, but that will come later on.

Roze Hime-sama - Thanks! I'm surprised that you guys are still supporting this story! Hope that I won't disappoint you! (I hope T_T")


Tangled Existence

Taint 3 Unsaid Words


I've always believed that if you precise in your thoughts, it's not the lines you say that are important - it's what exists between the lines


Midorikawa watched the chalk moved and his history teacher lecturing about kings in queens during the Tokugawa Era. "The Tokugawa not only consolidated their control over a reunified Japan, they also had unprecedented power over the emperor, the court, all daimyo and the religious orders. The emperor was held up as the ultimate source of political sanction for the shogun, who ostensibly was the vassal of the imperial family. The Tokugawa helped the imperial family recapture its old glory by rebuilding its palaces and granting it new lands. To ensure a close tie between the imperial clan and the Tokugawa family, Ieyasu's granddaughter was made an imperial consort in 1619…"

Her voice drowned out from his mind and his eyes unintentionally drifted to the empty seat beside the flame striker. He was reminded a few hours ago of the boy. Both he and Hiroto were caught staring at him and he read their thoughts exactly, because Raimon knew how he felt, but he was a different case. He achieved popularity by looks and beauty while they were given by their hard work. He wasn't blaming the guy for stealing the spotlight or anything, but sympathized the turned of events during his first day.

He was also worried that his concerns would be wasted, especially Gouenji's efforts on carrying him to the infirmary. Most people were stuck up brats like the trio and only cared for looks, fame and fortune. Before Raimon was the legendary Inazuma Japan, the school treated them just like anyone else and everything was normal, but after their little victory in the Football Frontier and later chosen for the Football Frontier International, coming first place had sparked up the audience fairly well and quick.

The clock attached to the wall was currently the centre of attention to the entire student body, watching as each hand went by meaningfully and another minute left. The bell went off as she announced our dismissal and packed her things, spun on her heels and clicked away.

"Hey Midorikawa, want to go get lunch together? I forgot mine," Kazemaru asked.

He nodded.

"Won't Hiroto get lonely?"

"Shut up."


"You've been captivating everyone with your new look for the month."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I can see every guy fawning over you."

"Speak for yourself."

"At least they're not drooling."

What Kazemaru had stated was verifiable. Everywhere he looked were guys drooling over his new look. He reached up and tugged gently at his tied up hair. Just recently - a month ago - while online chatting with a friend from the states - who he had never met, his friend had mentioned about the concept on boyfriends being tired of seeing the same thing everyday toward their lovers, including hairstyles. And it wasn't only for preventing their lovers from getting boring, but also turned them on.

The idea lingered in his mind about a week before he requested Kazemaru in accompanying him to a salon. The hairdresser flipped out when the result had been successful in straightening his hair. Before school started, he would tie up his hair into a high ponytail, leaving his bangs hanging in front. Like his friend had said, it did the trick. Every guy and girl in school flipped out and some even fainted from the 'cuteness'. His teammates didn't recognize him and declared him as a new student.

During the process of proving himself of being who he was, he noted that the red head of his affection was staring at him - not that he would admit it, but he was thankful to his friend for suggesting such thing. Dropping the look of having his hair being gelled up into an onion had thrown away his 'bad boy' look and replaced with a rather girlish one with exposed long hair.

"Isn't it hard for you to see with only one eye? Why don't you try trimming your bangs?" Midorikawa suggested.

"What? No way!"

"Oh come on, I bet Endou would notice you more."

"And I would leave you."

"You're brutal," Midorikawa pouted. "I mean, really! Have that guy not see it yet?"

Kazemaru looked away. "You know Endou is an airhead. Why weren't he be an amateur in love?"

"Because he loves you," Midorikawa stated matter of factly.

"You know what, drop it. Endou will never understand the meaning of love."

"Well, first, he knows what's the soccer he loves and two, how solid can it be to make him grasp the conceptualization of endearment?"

"Certainly not under my circumstance in beauty," Kazemaru snorted, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Oh really? Yet you idolize Storm."

"Leave her out of this, she has nothing to do with it and I'm not the only one, everyone does, even you."

Midorikawa held his hands high up. "I'm innocent and I do admit I like her. Besides- Hey, watch it!" Clashing into another form who had went unnoticed by him, he looked down and found that he had knocked over the transferee. "Ah, sorry." He extended a hand and helped him up while the other dusted his pants from unwanted dusts. "Didn't see you there."

"It's okay."

"Wait," Kazemaru interjected. "Aren't you suppose to be in the infirmary?"

Fubuki casted a small smile. "I'm okay. Thank you for worrying. The infirmary was kinda… thronged and I felt overwrought by it."

Knowing what he meant, both males smiled and nodded in agreement. Both have experienced the same thing whenever feeling light headed or sicked, but refrained from visiting the infirmary.

"Looks like Gouenji concerns weren't for nothing," Kazemaru commented.

"Ano…" Fubuki hesitated, his eyes darting from left to right nervously. "Will you… bring me to Gouenji-kun?" he choked out. He looked down with a small smile and said, "I want to express my gratitude for helping me."

Both of them blinked at each other at first and exchanged grins. Time to falter the wall.

The trio reached the field in no time and found the entire team training. Fubuki watched the soccer ball glided around the field like a feather being carried by wind. Once stepped onto the pitch, the attention had turned to his other companions and he easily dodged their attentions like a phantom. Finding a mop of blond hair, his tiny frame squeezed through sweaty bodies before stumbling forward and being caught by similar tanned arms.

And that was the feeling again.