An: Mina's POV. Just a reminder, so you don't get confused. Next one will return to normal.
It's Chap.7 and I'm a main character or something.
Human impulse.
I was cold, really cold. Granted it was nighttime and all I had on was a white dress, paired with a pink scarf and some flats. My purse felt like it was weighing me down, filled with unnecessary items such as a brush, a marker, and my phone. Like I said, unnecessary.
I was walking to Hori's house for a small party he was having in honor of Hanejima Yuuhei's new movie. I didn't really care for his movies much myself, but Hori and Yume were huge fans. It was requested that I bring some wine, so I did. I had three bottles, which the twins would definitely finish before morning. I didn't really like wine and neither did Yume, so I bought us some champagne. I would probably only drink one glass.
Briefly I wondered what Ria would drink if she was around, then I remembered she was too young for alcohol. She seemed so much older than me. I wished I knew what I did to scare her off. Maybe I shouldn't have given her so much heat about being friends with that dirt bag. I just remembered all the terrible things he did to Shizuo in high school and…
I sighed. Continuing my journey I heard some crashes. What the? I ran towards the sounds and saw my crush fighting off multiple men. How incredibly unfair! At least have the decency to fight him one man at a time!
Quickly the battle was over. Shizuo started to walk off, not noticing one of the guys behind him get up. He swaggered a little, before picking up a lead pipe. I hoped my love would turn around.
Without thinking, I took out the champagne bottle. Dropping the bag of alcohol, I rushed forward and smacked the hoodlum over the head with the champagne bottle. He fell to the ground. Fortunately the champagne bottle didn't break. I turned to the wines, who weren't quite as lucky. I was going to catch hell for that.
Shizuo stood looking at me. I felt my face heat up under the stare of the blonde. I held the handle of the champagne tightly.
"Uh, he, he got back up and your back was turned so I…" The words attempted to come out of my mouth.
It was quiet.
It was really quiet.
It was too quiet.
"He had a lead pipe you see, so…" I continued with my futile efforts in explaining myself.
"Thank you." Were the only words that came out of his mouth. My heart leapt with joy. My stomach fluttered at those all too kind words. I was so filled with zest that I said something I normally wouldn't.
"Um… If you really want to thank me-"
Blood broiling.
"So, you bring me to a café, saying that you'd pay, and now you're not even talking…" He began, I nodded. "For me to thank you."
"Yes." I said, avoiding eye contact.
"You're weird." He responded, looking out the window beside us. I wanted to keep our conversation going as long as possible.
"Um…" As I spoke he turned his face me. I felt my face heat up. "Why did those guys attack you?"
"I don't know." His face switched from serine to pissed in .2 seconds. "But I bet it has something to do with THAT DAMN FLEA!"
He slammed his fist on the table, withstraining his rage, the entire café jumped when he did so. The table cracked in half. Everyone quickly turned their heads away, not wanting to look the culprit in the eye.
"I'm sorry." Shizuo attempted to calm himself. He got up and started to walk past me.
"Heiwajima-kun!" I shouted, leaning out of the booth. He stopped and turned to me. "Please stay."
"How do you…" He blinked, then recognized me. "You're that girl who saaaaaaaaaaa…."
He didn't finish his sentence. I blushed heavily. What should I say? What could I say?
"Did you know, most male giraffes are homosexual?" I blurted out, panicking. That was a completely useless and inappropriate for the situation. He walked away, I chased after him, grabbing the champagne. We were talking like normal people only a moment before. Why did I have to be so… GAH! I ran out of the café to see Shizuo kick a sign. It would forever bear the indention of his foot.
I walked over to him, smiling a little to myself. He was so cute. Just like the first time I ever talked to him.
It was the beginning of my second year in high school. My favorite season just so happened to be spring. Everything was new. New classes, new friends, new teachers. Even the land was renewed, budding cherry blossoms, camellias, and magnolias; the air was fresh. My black hair flowed in the wind.
I was in class 2-B. I only knew Tachibana-san. We were in the same class with what some would call the most dangerous person in the school.
"Heiwajimaaaaa-kun!" Tachibana poked the blonde male in the face. She tucked her newly blue hair behind her ear. Tachibana had a habit of dying her hair often.
"What?" He asked, clearly annoyed.
"Why do you hate Orihara? He's super fine!" She grinned. I sighed, walking out of the room as Heiwajima threw over desks. Tachibana ran out of the room, putting her arm around my neck.
"Kya! He's so mean to me! You should talk to him Miki-chan, you're more gentle." She howled, using her nickname for me. I shook my head violently, terrified of the absurdly strong man. He was really strong and got mad easily. Who would really want to talk to such a terrifying person?
Tachibana goaded me about it, until finally in May, I told her I'd talk to him during lunch… but she couldn't be there.
"Heiwajima-kun…" I said softly. He looked at me. "Um…"
"Yes?" He asked in a surprisingly not enraged voice. I had noticed that he didn't have any lunch, actually he didn't normally had anything more than some milk. Which made me wonder if milk pumped like blood through his veins. I normally brought too much lunch for myself, so I always shared with those around me. Like Tachibana, and the twins whenever they stopped by our class. Normally that many people couldn't eat that much.
"Would you like some of my lunch?" I asked, smiling. He lifted an eyebrow. "I-I mean o-only if y-you want any!"
"I shouldn't take you're food." He responded. I found myself wanting to talk more with the mysterious teen. So I lied. I lied my ass off.
"Well, actually, I needed to know what guys like taste wise." I quickly lied, blushing slightly. "Because I want to make the guy I like a bento, but I'm not sure what boys like. So I'd really appreciate it if you'd please eat… with… me…"
He smiled ever so slightly. "Okay…"
I took out my three bentos, each filled with different things, and placed them on the desk, sitting across from Heiwajima.
"This one is meats; this is vegetables and rice; and this one is miscellaneous." I pointed to each one respectively.
"What's in the last one?" He asked.
"Oh, you probably wouldn't like it, it's mainly sweets." I told him. He opened the box and picked up something with extra dark chocolate, putting it in his mouth he made a face. "I told you."
"It's really bitter." He said, swallowing it anyway.
"You don't like bitter things, Heiwajima-kun?" I asked. He shook his head. His tastes were similar to a child's, twas rather cute. I pointed to something with strawberries. "This one is really sweet."
Our meal consisted of me telling him which foods were bitter and which were sweet. When we were done, the boxes were empty, which usually didn't happen with only two people. In that same meal I learned, with much surprise, that he hated violence. He just couldn't control himself when he got angry. It was kind of cute.
"I can't really help you with that. I don't get angry that often." I informed him. "The only thing that makes me angry is real dirt bags and people give up."
"That's… really lame." He said. I was crushed. "You sound like a children's anime."
"I get that a lot. Maybe I should write children's anime." I sighed. "But that would mean I'd give up on my dream of being a novelist, and that would make me hate myself."
"You want to write novels?" He asked. I nodded, feeling myself blush a little.
The bell rang. I got up and headed over to my seat.
"Hey." He called me. I turned to look at him. "What's your name?"
"Ah… Kurokawa Minasaki." I smiled.
"Nice to meet you." He responded. I suddenly felt a twinge in my heart.
After that, I for some reason couldn't get myself to talk to Heiwajima. The next year we were placed in different classes. I wanted to tell him my feelings for him on graduation day, however when I tried to call him, my voice wouldn't let me.
"Heiwajima-kun…" I reached out to him.
"I have one question." He said, not looking at me. "Why did you say that?"
"Wh- what?" I panicked again. "When turtles are on their back they can't get up…."
"Why did you say you…" He paused, attempting to choke out the incredibly embarrassing words. "You want have my babies."
His voiced trailed off a bit. I began blushing. Indecent thoughts of Shizuo on top of me, bringing a new meaning to the term 'strongest man in Ikebukuro', crept into my mind. I couldn't remove them from my mind. I could feel the blood trickling down my face. I felt extremely dizzy.
"I-I-I-I-I-" Was a broken record. Panicking, I attempted to make myself sound intelligent. A respectable girl that guys would want to actually date. "I should think it'd be obvious! Aphrodite has deemed me her least favorite human! Making everything I say come out sounded ridiculous!"
"Can you stop that?" It sounded more like a command rather than a request. I did as I was told. I turned away. "It's just that I have no idea what you're talking about when you speak like that."
I sighed in relief to know didn't hate me. Gathering all the courage in my body from the pit if my stomach, I decided to take a leap of faith.
"Heiwajima-kun, we went to high school together. I only talked to you once…" I began, trying to keep my cool. "But I couldn't forget some one like you."
He looked away, as if he did something wrong. I took a step forward. I couldn't confess, not that day. Some other time. It'd be too much for him at the moment. I wrote down my number on my scarf and gave it to him.
"I know you don't like bitter things so…" I smiled, attempting to sound in control of how I felt. "If you'd like, we can eat sweets together some time."
I waved goodbye to him.
One day, he'd know how much I truly cared for him.
{Later}
"What do mean you're now coming!" Hori yelled at me through the phone. I sneezed.
"I think I might have gotten a cold or something. AH-CHOO!" It was probably from walking out in the cold without a scarf.
"YOU SUCK!" Hana yelled, hanging up the phone.
Even if I did go. I looked at my single bottle of champagne. I'd be knee deep in trouble. All the wine was gone…
