chapt. Title: I'll follow you (w/o the I'll uh'cause it wouldn't fit)... they're getting dumber and dumber, ja?
Hmm. Okay. Wow. I suck. Yeah. A whole YEAR. And I still get comments and the such.
I was reading this earlier.
Wow. Style change :'D
I think the style has gotten worse though orzzz
Personally, I don't like this chapter AT ALL, but hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things after this, yeah?
Well, in that case, I'll spare you my sob story... now onto the chappie [in which I think Sena kinda grows a little bit of a set... almost. And also seems ooc orz]! :3
-September 20th, pt. 2- ~Sena~
Sena followed Hiruma through the halls, noting how people moved out of their way in a large arch.
'Why wouldn't they? Hiruma-san is scary.'Sena almost ran into Hiruma, not realizing he'd stopped at the office of the school. 'Wh-what are we doing here?' Sena watched Hiruma from behind as the blond leaned forward, towards the attendance secretary.
"Hiruma-san." She nodded at him.
Sena heard his name in Hiruma's voice and he jumped
"Y-ye-" Sena started to answer, out of habit.
"-is leaving early- not even going to his first class. He'll be back tomorrow. Same for me."
'Oh...' Sena felt himself blush, 'He wasn't actually talking to me...' The muscles in Sena's back relaxed and he heard something rustle. 'Oh! Right!'
Sena pulled the red bento out of his bag and held the box up just as Hiruma turned around. Sena was turned around by a spidery, rough hand and lead him out the front door.
'Oh... I-I guess he doesn't want it...' Sena thought timidly, allowing Hiruma to walk ahead of him again. 'It's probably the wrap... I told mom not to use that kind of pattern.'
Sena followed thoughtlessly for about another block before something clicked. 'Wait. It's a school day! W-why did Hiruma-san take me out of school? My parents'll-!'
"Hi-Hir-" Sena looked at the blond's back and closed his mouth.
'I really don't wanna make him mad. Hiruma-san knows what he's doing... He... won't get me into trouble... I hope.' Sena swallowed heavily.
Sena thought about it for a while and changed his mind. He needed to know where he was going with this infamous person.
"A-anou… Hiruma-san…? Where are we going? Why-Why did you take me out of school…? What if my parents find out?"
"They won't find out," there was a sharpness to his voice that made Sena flinch a little. "Hand that to me." The football captain pointed at the bento box with an long, pointed finger.
'So he did want it.' Sena concluded as he put the box into the older boy's hands. Then Sena looked around. 'Oh...! this is the park I used to play at with Mamori-nee. But why would Hiruma-san...?'
"The park…?"
"'S'what it looks like, right?" Sena watched as the lean blond lowered himself to a swing. If Hiruma wasn't, well, Hiruma, the running back would've laughed. The swing was set low, and Hiruma's thin legs were too long so his knees almost reached his chest. When Sena saw his captain look at him, he took it as his cue to sit down.
Sena watched pointy fingers pluck open the box and turquoise eyes peer inside. And then blond eyebrows shoot together. Sena's eyes went wide, not liking the look, and he looked at his feet.
"Fucking pipsqueak." Sena's head snapped up.
"Yes, Hiruma-san?"
"What's this?"
'What?'
"Ah… An obento…?"
"Who fucking made it?"
'He knows! He can tell?'
"Um… I-I, uh, didn't have time this morning to make my own, and my mom insisted that-that she made…I'm sorry!"
"I thought I told you to fucking make the damn things." Turquoise eyes went a dark jade, or at least Sena thought they did, as the looked at the large-eyed boy.
"Ahm… I-I'm sorry…" Sena looked at the ground.
"I guess you'll have to make it up for me… I can't let you get away without penalty." Hiruma grinned toothily. Hiruma stood and threw the bento in the trash as he walked by it.
'...He didn't eat any? But... he's already so skinny! He really should have...'
"C'mon, damn runt." The brunet stood abruptly and was right behind the blond immediately.
"Hi-Hiruma-san…? How am I going to make it up to you?"
'Maybe I don't wanna know that yet...'
"I mean… Are we going back to school? What about practice? Are we still going?"
Sena watched Hiruma's face sour at his words and Sena opened his mouth to take them back.
"You'll just have to wait and fucking see. You are going to fucking practice- a damn pipsqueak like you can't get out of the habit of going, you'll end up looking like fucking Fatty Jr." Sena saw Hiruma's face blank for a split second before he took his cell phone out of his pocket. "Fucking runt- your mom's out with friends right now, right?"
"Uh. Yeah..."
"What're their names?"
"Ahh… Niwa Miharu, ah… Konishi Shinya, Kasashimi Megumi, Fujiwara Asako, eto… and… Koezuka Masako… I think that's it." Sena shivered at their names. These women inflicted an amount of torture on Sena that made him avoid them at any cost. His cheeks hurt every time he thought of them pinching him and cooing about how cute he was- he was in high school, for chrissakes!
Sena heard a muttering on the other side of Hiruma's cellphone and Hiruma said something back, in a low and threatening voice. When the voice replied, Sena stuck it with a name.
"That was Kasashimi-san's voice, wasn't it…?"
"So what if it fucking was."
'So it was...' Silent again, Sena followed his thin upperclassman through a few more winding alleyways and streets before he realized that they were heading towards his own house.
"Ah! Um… Hiruma-san? This is my neighborhood…?"
"Yeah." Silenced, the brown-eyed boy said nothing.
'Of course it is... What a dumb question.' Sena thought, self-injuriously. The brunet swallowed nothingness when he saw Hiruma lean against the fence that sectioned off the tiny Kobayakawa lawn from everyone else's.
"Ah... My-my mother won't be home-?"Sena inquired timidly.
"For a while."
'Wh-what did Hiruma do?' The brunet asked himself, suddenly worried for his mother's safety. Sena's manners kicked him in the head when Hiruma's gum (When'd he start chewing that?) popped.
"Would you like to come inside…?" Sena said as he pushed open the gate and walked the short way to his front door.
'Of course he would.'
"I could make some tea, or, uhm… something." Small, round-tipped fingers felt for his house keys.
Hiruma's green quartz eyes penetrated Sena's as he answered, "I'll take anything to drink."
"Ah… Okay…" Sena stood at the bottom of the staircase as Hiruma walked up the stairs and towards Sena's room.
'Oh no... What's he going to do... I really can't leave him up there by himself too long...' Sena thought, worried about what little bit of privacy he'd managed to get from his prying mother.
Sena hurried into the kitchen and started the coffee in the coffeemaker he'd only ever used once. 'I hope he likes his coffee black.' Sena laughed to himself. 'Of course he would.' He ran the tap water for thirty seconds- to make sure it was warm enough- before filling a tea kettle with the warm water. He put the kettle on the stove top and climbed up onto the counter so he could reach the teacups and mugs his mother kept in the highest cabinet, on the highest shelf to keep Sena out of them.
'Am I a kid that needs to be kept from cooking supplies?' The short brunet thought bitterly. He grabbed two teacups and a mug and placed them on the counter.
Gravity seemed to have an answer for his question as its hand gripped around his ankle and pulled him off of the counter. When Sena's back hit the ground, he had to cover his mouth to hold back a scream. Pain shot up his spine from his left knee and Sena almost swore. He sat up slowly and rolled up the teal pant leg of his uniform to reveal a nasty gash. It was pretty wide and reached from the bottom of his knee cap to almost the top. He winced at the mixture of blood and pain. He looked up and realized he'd hit it on the knob of the drawer that, ironically, held all of the medical supplies. Sena couldn't help but laugh, despite the pain, at his own clumsiness as he reached up into the drawer for the bandages.
'Well... At least mom keeps bandages in almost all of the rooms in the house...'
By the time Sena had dressed his knee, the teapot was screaming. The running back placed everything- the kettle, mug and tea cups- on a tray. and walked as carefully as he could up the stairs and to his room.
The brunet knocked on the door to his own room and walked in.
"Ah... you can sit..." Muddy brown eyes flicked around the room and cursed the textbooks that were on his desk chair. "On my bed, I guess... Uhm, by the way. I'm really sorry about my room... I, uh, wasn't really expecting anyone to be coming over anytime soon..." The short boy set the tea tray on the ground ( 'Mom would have my head if she saw that').
"I'll be right back!" He called, turning on his heel and heading towards his parents' room. He opened the door quietly and sneaked around the corner and to the closet. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees and was unable to hold back a yelp of pain.
'I-It's deeper than I thought... I'll have to redo the bandages after Hiruma leaves...' Wiping his eyes, he leaned into the closet and pulled out the table, hefting it up and hurrying back to his room.
When Sena went back into his room, Sena looked at his captain and noticed that he looked... Different. 'He's... kind of...' the boy stopped his own embarassing thoughts and set the table down with two cushions.
"Ahh... you can sit wherever... you... want, but I-uh- am gunna sit down here." To Sena's surprise, the lithe blond sat opposite of him at the table.
"Oh! Well, make yourself at home, and um, just... I- there's coffee and tea- either one you want. And I'll make something else if you want. Sorry, it's not much..." Sena watched Hiruma pour himself coffee and take a sip- 'A coffee person, of course.'
The short brunet gulped when Hiruma grinned at him. 'His teeth are actually kind o-'. Hiruma's eyes connected with Sena's and the runner's thoughts stopped cold. 'What am I thinking? It's Hiruma! He'll shoot me! for real!' Sena looked away and poured himself some tea.
"So... How am I going to make up for the, um, b-bento?" 'What is wrong with me? I can't look at him. And I'm all warm. Maybe that cut's worse than I thought. maybe it's giving me a fever.' Hiruma smirked and took another sip of his coffee; the twitch of the blond's lips made Sena's back stiffen. 'There's definitely something wrong with me...'
I-It's short orz
BUT
the next one (since I'm bored out of my minnndd) will, frdfntly, be posted SOON. And I mean soon by normal people terms. Not soon by iNz's terms orz
Hiruma: Pft. Yeah right- she means check back in another year.
Sena: D: What'swrongwithme?Whatswrongwithme?whatswrongwithme?
But frsrsly. Soon.
