Chapter 4: They Say the Truth Hurts...But It's the Words in the Truth that Makes it Hurt

Two more weeks passed and Miharu still was avoiding Ushio. Futaba wasn't anywhere to be seen either. If anymore of this went on, Ushio would've went crazy!

With Miharu…

The pink haired girl was in a deep state of melancholy with herself. She didn't want to be dishonest with herself, but she also didn't wanna admit herself to Ushio's feelings.

'What the hell is wrong with me?!' she thought, gripping her burning chest.

"Onee-chan?"

Miharu gasped in surprise! She turned to see brown hair, green eyes, and a tearstained face.

"Futaba! What do you want?" she questioned her sibling.

"Mom and Dad want you down here for dinner this instant." she explained in a flat voice.

"Okay…" the blue-eyed teen sighed, turning her head away.

"Onee-chan, are you okay?" Futaba asked, trying to make eye contact with her sister.

Miharu didn't answer. Futaba sat down beside the which Miharu had laid upon, her knees hugged to her chest.

"You know, I don't blame you for not trusting me anymore; I deserve it." the brunette said, her voice starting to break off, "I tried stealing Senpai away from you because… I liked him as much as you do."

Miharu turned her head back towards Futaba.

"What do you mean "liked?" she inquired.

"Well… a few weeks ago, I tried having sex with him again." Futaba began.

"I know… I could tell by the way Ushio behaved that day." Miharu confessed.

Futaba didn't seem surprised; she knew her sister could sense things. She was like a hawk watching people's every movement.

"Oh, then I suppose he also told you that he actually escaped me?" she asked, and Miharu nodded.

"Well, after that, he told me-and I quote- "I hate you. You never consider my feelings, only your own." Futaba said.

"Well, that's true." Miharu agreed.

Futaba jolted slightly, but said nothing.

'But, why? I'm lovable, aren't I?' she thought.

Futaba had never thought about how guilty she truly felt, forcing Ushio to have sex with her; she was too busy feeling good during it.

"Hey, onee-chan?"

Miharu opened up her blue eyes.

"I know you don't trust me anymore," Futaba began, "but… do you still care about me?" she asked.

Miharu jolted slightly, much like Futaba did earlier. She didn't reply at all. Meanwhile, Futaba was just getting scared of what her sister's response would be.

"Futaba, I think we should go down to dinner before mom and dad get mad." Miharu finally said.

She got up, walked out of her room, and shut the door; leaving Futaba to tears.

The next day…

Miharu had not slept well that night. She had too many thoughts of a certain person in her mind.

"Why… I want to keep him, but I don't know of my true feelings for him." the blue-eyed teen whispered to herself.

She thought back to when she and Ushio had first met.

Flashback… 2 years ago…

A 14-year old Miharu Shinonome made her way through the halls of her middle school in a coy manner. Before she had gotten into high school, Miharu was a very shy and coy person. (A/N: She really was)

"Uhm, excuse me… Pardon me…" she whispered as she tried to get through the bustling people.

"Move it!" a group of boys snapped, pushing the helpless girl down.

"Ow! That hurt." she yelped in pain, rubbing the back of her head.

"Are you okay?" a male voice asked, causing Miharu to look up.

She saw an outstretched hand that was attached to a boy with jet black hair and brown eyes. Miharu got lost in the boy's eyes for a long time, she barely noticed his outstretched hand for a long time. Her body felt light and airy for some reason, her eyes were shaking and bubbly, and her face was flushed.

"Uh, Miss? Are you okay?" the blackette boy asked in a singsong voice.

Miharu jolted slightly.

"Huh?! Oh, yes!" she gasped, snapping back to reality.

After helping her up, the boy couldn't help but notice her face was flushed red.

"Are you okay? Your face is all red." he pointed out.

Miharu's eyes shrunk and she quickly tried to hide her blush.

"Oh, sorry! I-I'm okay."

The boy raised an eyebrow at her. Miharu felt so stupid! She wanted to make a good first impression on her fellow middle school students, but her shyness and coy nature got in the way.

"What's your name?" the brown-eyed boy asked.

"M-Miharu Shinonome." she replied, shifting her blue eyes away.

"Ushio! Come on, let's get to class!"

Ushio-the blackette boy-turned his head and saw three boys waving to him. Miharu looked too, and recognized them as the boys that had pushed her down.

"Ushio! What are you doing with that flake?" one of the boys asked meanly.

Miharu felt like he had stabbed a dagger through her heart and soul.

"Yeah, she's totally weak looking." another boy teased.

Another dagger through her heart.

"Look at her! She's afraid of her own shadow!" the third and final boy said harshly.

The third and final dagger hurt the most!

Miharu had tears well up in her eyes. She started to whine and cry. Ushio noticed and got angry.

"Look you dumbasses, you made Miharu cry! Take those stupid remarks back right now!" he snapped.

"Why should we?" the first boy asked mockingly.

This made Ushio go into "Hulk mode"! He ran up to the first boy.

"Because, if you don't…" he began, picking him up by his shirt.

"I'll make you regret it! Do you hear me?!" he snapped, baring his teeth angrily.

The boy looked scared now; so did the other two. Miharu couldn't believe it; someone was standing up for her! She's never had that happen to her before.

"Fine! Fine! I take it back! I take it baaack!" the helpless boy cried out.

Ushio dropped the boy, causing him to scramble away with his friends.

Ushio made his way back to Miharu, who had stopped crying.

'Why? Why did he stand up for someone like me? And… Why is my heart beating so fast?' Miharu thought, as Ushio's movements seemed to get slower and slower.

"Miharu? Are you okay?" he asked, "Your face is really red." he added.

Miharu didn't know what to say.

"That's it!" Ushio snapped, "I'm taking you to the nurse's office!" he announced.

Grabbing Miharu by the hand, he started to walk off with her.

"Wait! I'm fine, really. I'll go by myself-!" the pink-haired teen tried reasoning.

Burying her head into the neck cuff of her uniform, her heart started to beat faster.

'N-no!' she thought in embarrassment.

End of Flashback…

Miharu had felt a blush run across her face. She thought that, maybe, there was a time when she might've fallen in love with Ushio. Did her lustful thoughts get in the way of her feelings? If so, why did she even have these lustful feelings anyway?

"OOF!"

Miharu had bumped into someone, causing her to fall on her butt.

"Ouchies! That hurt.~" she whined, rubbing the back of her head.

"Miharu?" a familiar voice said. Miharu opened her blue eyes and saw…

"U-Ushio-kun?"

Yes, it was blackette, brown eyed boy himself. He was wearing his school uniform, just standing outside the school. Miharu had barely noticed that she had already gotten to school, she was so deep in thought. Ushio looked down at her, offering his hand to her. Miharu looked at his hand, then at him, then back at his outstretched hand.

'Wh-what is this?!' Miharu thought, her heart starting to pound.

It was that feeling again; that feeling that she got the first time she and Ushio had met.

'I don't like this feeling! I only get it when I'm with Ushio!' she thought, closing her eyes really tight.

Suddenly, she was on her feet! Ushio had helped her up.

"Jeez, are you okay?" he inquired, still holding her hand.

Miharu looked at her hand which was cradled in Ushio's; her heart started to pound again, but this time stronger and louder. She couldn't take it anymore!

"D-DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Ushio was taken aback by this! Miharu had never snapped at him like that before.

"M-Miharu? Wha-?" he tried.

"NO! SHUT UP!" she snapped again.

"I DON'T WANNA BE WITH YOU ANYMORE!" Miharu continued to shout.

"JUST… Just… just… LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" she finished, running away to the school.

Ushio ran after her.

After finally catching up to her, he grabbed her hand when it came into range.

"Hey! I thought I told you to leave me alone, dickhead!" the teen girl tried struggling.

"MIHARU SHINONOME!" an enraged Ushio shouted, silencing her.

Both teenagers were panting for breath at this point.

"Why… did you snap… at me when I didn't… do anything… to you?" Ushio asked between pants.

"I don't know! I just did! Now, let me go!" Miharu replied, struggling.

"Are you saying that you want to break up?" Ushio inquired, making Miharu stop.

She didn't answer, making the tension between the two heat up.

"Y-yes"

Ushio's eyes shrunk, his mouth gaped slightly, and his whole body tensed up.

"W-what do you mean?" he stuttered, his grip loosening on Miharu's arm.

"I said yes… Look, I don't have feelings for you, okay?" she explained, pulling her arm away.

"Miharu… tell me that's not true…" Ushio tried.

"I'm sorry Ushio, but it's the truth."

"Well… Well then… THE TRUTH HURTS ME!" the blackette snapped.

He turned around and started to walk away.

"No, Ushio…" Miharu whispered, making Ushio halt in his tracks.

"They say the truth hurts… but it's the words in the truth that makes it hurt…" she explained, walking away towards the school.

Tears welled up in Ushio's brown eyes. He fell to his knees and started to cry.

AH MAH GOD! This chapter took for-freaking-ever to complete! I hate my writer's block! I also have schoolwork to complete too! Anyway, here's your damn chapter!

R&R!