All right, I thought that I might as well post the next chapter, since it would only be pretty short. As I've said, it's written on Gokudera's point of view. Do you think he's OOC? Tell me, please. R&R! Thank you very much in advance.
I edited a few contents in this chapter, so please read it again. This is also the continuation of the Valentine's Day episode. (April 11, 2011)
CHAPTER TWO: That Damn Woman
Gokudera Hayato's Point of View
Seriously, that woman, when will she give up? I waded my way against the ceaseless groups of students, particularly women, who were thwarting my way out of the door, irritatingly screaming my name. Even more irritatingly, said women began staggering behind me again, whispering in exasperating tones.
I stopped and faced them, irked. All of them halted automatically and exactly at the same moment, as though they were but a person, rather than a whole bunch of fools. "I said, don't follow me!" This time I knew my anger really showed.
They screamed, loud enough to break their gullets. It seemed that they did not even see my evident fury.
"He looked this way!"
"His angry face is so wonderful!"
What in the world was the problem of these women? Odd freaks.
I turned away from them and started to walk away. Worse, they did not stop from following me. Dammit! I wanted a time to think, to be alone! Why couldn't they comprehend that? Oh hell.
I ran away as rapidly as I could and found refuge on the empty music room. They ran past the said room, completely losing sight of me, still hollering my name. I sighed. Utterly stupid women.
Faltering, I headed towards the baby grand piano on one corner, and then I sat on the velvet couch. I lifted the cover of the keys and began to play, becoming deeply absorbed in the overflowing notes.
That woman! Didn't she understand? Was she that stupid? All she had to do was stay away from me. It's that simple. Surely even someone as idiotic as her could grasp that, right? She must not love me. At the emergence of that foreign word in my mind, I felt tremors in my spine. Love? Was there really such a thing? Since I was young, it's been apparent that I was not entitled to this little and yet exclusive privilege. But now that it's starting to make its subsistence in my world, should I succumb to it?
Yeah, she just couldn't love me. I already caused her a lot of trouble. Couldn't her eyes see that plain truth? I was only giving her a burden, nothing but pain! When she was attacked by those junior delinquents (I had beaten them pretty badly on my first day in Nami-Middle because they made fun of the tenth. They were those stupid bastards that appeared after I finally became Juudaime's subordinate.), it was my entire fault. They noticed how often we were together — completely misunderstanding everything — and then they used her as a decoy to make me come out and seek vengeance. And of course I did appear into their view as they wished. Unfortunately, they brought with them several other men and although that I had weapons, I was outnumbered. Yet, that damn woman, she blamed herself for the wounds that I received from the battle.
"Gomen nasai, Gokudera-kun! You had to fight. It's my fault!" she had said.
Why did she have to make it out as her doing? Mere stupidity.
I pressed the keys harder, more violently, as several of her images registered in my troubled mind. If I accept her feelings, if I tell her that I really liked her, will I not only hurt her? If in the end, I'll just give her a burden, I'd rather stay away.
I stopped playing then I slammed the keys with my knuckled fist. This was infuriating, disturbing and downright embarrassing. "Kuso! Why in the world am I worrying over a damn woman?"