You know the feeling you get when you wake up in the morning and feel, in the most unexplainable way, that something is coming your way? I hate that. It's incredibly frustrating, especially when I can't detect if this occurrence will be positive or negative. I've tried ignoring such feelings on multiple occasions, brushing them off as mere superstition or paranoia. Unfortunately, it never did help, since something big always did happen.
That was the way I was when I got up this morning. I couldn't help being anxious, yet I did not know what for.
I'd dreamed of what I'd overheard yesterday, but that didn't explain the emotion I had at the moment. The way that trembling vibrations went through my body, as if expecting something. Anything. It had never been this bad. It was almost as if…as if something terrible was going to happen. And I didn't have the slightest hint as to what it would be.
Taking a hold of my classroom essentials, I headed for the library. I was glad that Sayori was already sitting at her usual spot, reading Wuthering Heights once again.
Man, what did she see in that book? She'd recommended it one time when I'd asked her if it was interesting, so I'd immediately borrowed a copy. However, I'd found it extremely dull and just couldn't understand the actions of the characters at all, not that I'd told her that. When asked, I'd said that it had been very much enjoyable and insightful. Although after that, I hadn't asked for any recommendations and had stuck mainly to the manga section of the library when searching for something to read.
I quickly picked up a random manga before heading to where I usually sat with Sayori. To my disappointment, someone had already captured the beauty's attention.
That someone being Hanabusa Aido.
Quickly stopping and retreating towards the shadow that the nearest bookshelf provided, I quietly watched what was happening.
"Yori—" the blonde began, trying to reach out to her. His tall frame towered over her, staring at her intensely.
Sayori closed her book, interrupting him, "Don't call me that, senpai. Shouldn't you be in the Moon Dormitory? You'll be caught by Zero-kun."
"Fine, Sayori, then. Don't you think you're being childish? Quit ignoring me!" he sighed, blue eyes pleading. There was a slight whine in his tone, reminding me once again that he must not be used to constant composure.
"I don't understand, senpai. Regardless, I have to go to class now." She responded with a blank expression, getting up.
He quickly blocked her way, halting her.
"It's obvious! Yesterday during the class exchange, you walked away, you even call me senpai now…Do you really hate me that much?"
Sayori glared slightly, "Perhaps your head has inflated too much during the long year you were away, but I don't live to notice and worship you."
"That's right, you don't seem to notice me at all anymore." Hanabusa retorted with an annoyed look. He was becoming agitated.
"People change, I've changed. I've learned not to care for you anymore, not wait for your empty promises, not to trust you…not to feel anything towards you," Sayori responded.
I was taken aback by the harshness in her voice, the hurt that dwelled beneath it teasing my pounding heart.
The blonde boy released an unexpected growl that had my heart pounding against my chest, yet Sayori remained unphased. His hands slammed against the table, the force causing her materials to fall to the floor.
"You don't know what happened," he spat, "I thought that you of all people would try to be patient. The things I discovered while I was away—the things I witnessed—I couldn't even talk for days much less gather up the courage to face you. Everything I grew up believing was a lie, Yori."
Sayori didn't respond, refusing to make eye contact.
Hanabusa stood tensely, hands shaking in his pockets as his hair covered his eyes. And then, he took a deep breath and suddenly relaxed. All of his previous anger seemed to have disappeared and all that was left was a mournful smile. It was as if he'd reached the verge of giving up.
"You know, I've been in love with this certain girl for two years. She smells like the purest form of lavender, has the most beautiful eyes, the softest smile, the kindest heart. For the time I've been gone, I've learned that 'existence, after losing her, would be hell.'"
I recognized the last few words, it was a small quote from that wretched book. So he'd read it as well. I couldn't help feeling bitter at that fact.
Sayori picked up her things and turned towards the door, looking back with her hand on the knob.
"I was also in love with boy two years ago. He had a certain radiance surrounding him, something so very magical. From the beginning I knew that he burned far too bright for me, that we were far too different. I ignored it until it was far too late. 'I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.' Did you know that people feel with their hearts, Hanabusa? That boy destroyed."
I was still standing in the same spot, taking in all that had been said when Hanabusa suddenly faced me, looking me directly in the eyes.
There was something about his orbs that made the deep blue almost seemed red. The lighting the room definitely made you see weird things.
"Listen to me closely," he began, his voice so dangerously low that I involuntarily squeezed my eyes shut, "I don't know who the hell you are, but you will not mention what you heard to anyone. Understand?"
He looked at me like a predator would its prey.
"Y-y-yes." I managed to stutter out.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but gasp. No one was standing front of me anymore. Was that even human?
I ran a hand through my hair, shuddering slightly. Man, I'm reading way too much manga.
I sat in class, tapping my pen on my paper every now and then.
Sayori suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. She had to bend down, of course, seeing as I still didn't have a desk and had no choice but to sit on the floor.
She seemed much more composed than when I'd last seen her.
"Ryu-kun? I was wondering if you'd want to come with me to a party that Yuuki is throwing… She said I could bring a friend along. Zero is already going and you're the only other person I could think of. Of course there won't be any alcohol or anything like that and Kait—er, Takamiya-sensei will be supervising…"
It took me a few seconds to realize that she had actually said. I grinned nervously and shook my head up and down several times.
"O-of course I'd like to come with you, Wakaba-san."
She smiled, "You can call me Yori, Ryu-kun. We are, after all, friends."
I bit down on my lip to keep from shouting out a joyful 'yes!'
I was grinning like mad…until it dawned onto me. This would be a Night Class party, which means that Hanabusa would be there.
It also means that the reason behind it is to bring him and Sayori together…I'm doomed.
Okay, so that's the end of this chapter :)
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I know I said that I'd write the party scene, but I felt as if this needed to be written to show what's wrong with Yori's relationship with Hanabusa since we're seeing everything through Ryu-kun's eyes.
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Until next chapter,
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