Another fanfic passing by here! XD I hope you like it! If you can, please tell me what type of story I'm good at since I'm still searching for it… Please review after reading this story!
I welcome you,
Heiji and Kazuha!
*crowd claps, leaves stage*
"Oi, Kazuha, open the door!" A voice from a dark-skinned boy of eight banged on the bedroom door of his best-friend's.
"No!" A watery, muffled voice spoke from the other side. He could hear sobs and crying from her. He sighed.
"It's fine, 'Zuha. It's not your fault. It was mine for leading you to do it."
"It's my fault!" Kazuha wailed. "I should've refused when you said that you wanted me to show you an aikido move that I learned. Now your wrist is ruined and the kendo tournament is tomorrow. It's my entire fault!"
He frowned. "C'mon, don't say that. And it's fine if I miss the tournament. It's not that big of a deal." He persuaded her. "So please, open the door."
She didn't reply and Heiji knew there was nothing to do but wait it out. And so he sat down and leaned against her door-frame as he gazed at his bandaged wrist. They were just 'playing around'. But one move went too far and the next thing they knew, his hand had twisted in a weird angle. She had cried bucketful of tears when the doctor said that it wouldn't come out for a few weeks.
He didn't know how long he waited, but after a while, she slowly opened the door and hesitantly peeked at him.
"Well?"
She opened the door a little wider and in a timid voice, she said, "I'm sorry."
He stood up and grinned at her. "I like this version of you better. Come, I wanna eat some ice cream."
"Okay! Last one down is a dead rat!"
"Hey no fair! You got a head start!"
She stuck out her tongue at him playfully and jumped down the last steps. She smiled widely at him. "I win!"
And with that, she twirled around and headed for the kitchen. Heiji smiled to himself as he also headed downstairs and followed his childhood friend.
=.=
9 years later…
BANG!
"GO AWAY! I'M SORRY! I HATE YOU!"
Heiji gave an irritated sigh. Here we go again.
"Ahou, you don't have to be that mad!"
She roughly opened her door and shouted at him, "You're the ahou, ahou!" and slammed her door shut again.
"It was just a tiny scratch behind the ear!"
"Tiny?! You call a heavily bleeding gash from a kendo stick 'tiny'?! How bad is your eyesight?! You could've have died or gone deaf!"
"Actually, that wouldn't seem too bad…" Heiji muttered to himself. He scratched his head. "Come on, Kazuha. I could've won the kendo tournament!"
"But still," He had to strain his ears to hear her. "You were hurt pretty badly. If only…if only I had stopped you from fighting him…then…I…"
A heavy sob could be heard inside. This is bad!
"Let me in, ahou."
No reply.
He rolled his eyes. With a dragged sigh again, he leaned his forehead on the door. Unbeknownst to him, Kazuha had the exact same position.
"Come out, Touyama Kazuha." He said softly.
She opened the door but didn't meet his eyes. Heiji reached out and pulled on her ponytail. "Don't you have anything to say to me, boge?"
"I'm sorry."
"Not that."
She looked at him in confusion. They stared at each other's eyes. She squeezed his arm and said in a very faint voice. "It's not my fault."
"I know."
He let go of her hair and gently held her hand as he led her out of her room. "Let's go."
She nodded as she stepped out and followed him.
Well? What do you think? Please review this! Give me ideas, questions, etc.! Don't go away!
Until next time! XD
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