This is a Fubuki chapter. I'm currently putting Tachimukai on a temporary HIATUS as I'm blocked xD
Another important announcement: As you guys might have noticed, Gouenji is being the villain in Inazuma GO. Sorry or do not worry, I'm SO not changing my story line xDDDD
Enjoy the Fubukiness :D Read and review! (there is a huge months gap between the second on third chappie)_
He wished he could be taken back to the start. The very beginning, the day his whole life collapsed. But then, what could he change about it? He was not coinceited enough thinking that he could undo anything. No one was at fault for the accident not even the numerous Gods he blamed during his whole childhood. The Gods who never answered his prayers though. He always wished, begged for happiness, for moments of pure enjoyment without thinking of them, of his brother of the shouts they make when they were blinded by a white coat of snow for the rest of eternity.
In the present moment he was watching TV , more presicedly eyeing the screen were random advertisements about some hair implants were being shown while he was in deep thoughts trying not to think about those horrid images that caused him so many sleepless nights. His eyes were staring blankly at the man who claimed that his hair had grown after 2 weeks of the miraculous shampoo but Fubuki's task was even more complicated as the sky was torn by a lightning which stabbed it like a sharp silver blade. It was then followed by a piercing loud thunder. Summer was more enjoyable than winter in so many aspects but thunderstorms were just not what he preferred in them.
Another non-natural sound was heard from the other end of the corridor.
" Do NOT slam the door!" He yelled to the feminine figure who jumped at the sound of his loud voice which did not match his usually peaceful and serene face. She just stared at him wondering what was gotten to her friend.
" I'm sorry...it's just that-" he tried to apologize.
" It's okay, you care a lot for that old piece of oak right? I understand" she smiled and thats what he really liked anout his neighbour. No fuss. No explanation needed. She was just so easy to talk to. She would give someone all her attention wanting nothinig else in return. Another agreeable thing about her that she was of a real simplicity: no thick mascara, no pink gloss that give this horrid Angelina Jolie lips' look but then he started to question how long all of this would last. He would despise the day where she would come back from school her face covered with thick layers of make-up hand-in-hands with a fling whose name she never asked. The naiveté and somehow the purity would be gone, vanished.
" So how was your day?" she asked while serving herself something from his fridge but of course he did not mind.
" The routine...just work" he replied.
" Can I know what's your job now?" Mika interrogated while closing the refrigerator's door.
" If I tell you, I'll need to kill you afterwards"
" Ha-ha-ha I'm so laughing my eyes out" she exclaimed sarcastically while sitting infront of him.
" How is your dad?" he asked not at all nervous of bringing up such a touchy subject. The young barely looked up from her cup of tea while responding.
" He's getting better and better" she replied with a humourless smile.
He was a little glad that there were in better terms not only because having this girl was like hell but also because he examined their relationship with the eyes of a curious child. He dissected daily the conversations they have about her father trying to understand. The small thread that linked the daughter and her dad was very thin and brittle.
"And how's school?" he asked trying to change the subject as subtly as possible.
" Horrible" she admitted as her wrinkles appeared on the top of her nose as she crinkled it.
" Why so?"
He had to lean in to hear the words she was mumbling under her breath. Shirou could painfully distinguish the words guy, confession and badass. Apparently a guy asked her out and Mika being Mika not comfortable with those kind of things got panick-striken.
" What did you say to the guy?" he asked though the talk was not interesting him a bit. Sometimes, even though he enjoyed her company a lot, Shirou felt that he was an anti-social with no one real friends of his age in which he could rely on with things much deeper than what a teenager could cope but even so, he tried his best to show a little spark of engrossment.
" I yelled sorry..what else could I have said?"
" You could have said yes" he reproched feeling a little of sympathy for the teenager who was unfortunate enough to have an infuation for a cold-hearted young lady like her.
" No, I could not"
" Why so?"
" I like someone else" she said staring at his eyes before leaving for her own house.
She was gone. She was off and he perfectly knew she would probably never come back again. A bitter taste could be felt in Shirou's mouth as he realised he had lost the only non hypocritical friend he had. Maybe going back to one's roots were not always the best thing to do, maybe he should never had leave the town where he had so many friends, where he would not feel the solitude consuming him little by little.
A very predominant part of his mind yelled at him to get a grip, to move his his butt of the chair he was currently sitting on.
What could he do? Call someone? Yeah, he could do that he concluded while grabbing the cellphone lying on the table infront of him. He strated scrolling down the list of contacts feeling extremely pathetic and misrable. The first names of this contact list were people he hated, then came a bunch of people who hated him..most of them were his ex's. He sighed heavily as his stupid social life until a particular name aroused his attention.
He whispered the name smiling. He pressed the "dial" button and a voice he thought he forgot answered at the 4th call.
" Hello?"
" Gouenji?"
" Speaking. You are?"
" Its me"
" Wow this was supposed to help me Fubuki?" the other man said in the other line.
" Well you still guessed right " Shirou laughed and could hear a little hoarse chuckle.
" Yeah, I'm a bit surprised you call. Is anything alright? Do I need to bail you out of jail or something?"
" Can't I call an old friend just for ol'times sakes"
" You can but It's weird."
He was right it was weird. They used to be drunking buddies everytime he was in vacation in Japan and much before Fubuki decided out of blue to move out the other part of the country. Talking to his friend made him even more regretted this desicion.
" I just wanted to say hi"
"Then say it". He could feel that in the other line, the blonde man was smirking.
" Hi"
" Anything else before I hang up?" Gouenji asked jokingly.
" How's life. Tell me about your family. I haven't seen Yuuka since..forever"
" You could see her more often if you haven't moved without telling anyone" he relied harshly his voice judging Fubuki. " About my family? Don't know what to say. My dad is as pleasant as he was the last time I saw him and my sister just discovered the joys you can have while following your hormones. Youpiie" The ex-striker said without enthusiasm.
" I'm sorry to hear that. How's Natsumi?" he asked trying to bring a more cheerful subject little did he know that brought the opposite effect. It took time until Gouenji replied and Fubuki feared he had already hung up.
" We broke up"
" Oh, I'm sorry" he said and it was not just only words. It was the most lasting relationship he ever witnessed and it was quiet sad and discouraging for anyone around them. He hoped they had a clean break-up otherwise there common friends, and they were numerous, would have to take sides.
" So am I. What about you, I imagine you and Sakura are already over..so are you seeing anyone right now?" he asked even though Fubuki was sure he had the same feeling as himself was currently having; the sensation of being two high school girls gossiping about their crush on the phone.
" No"
" You don't sound convincing. Isn't there anyone you're eyeing" Goouenji asked and suddenly for a strange reason he immediately started to think about Mika and for an even stranger reason he felt this urge to tell Gouenji about it. Changing the position of the phone from his left to his right earlobe he started to narrate evrything about her.
" There's this girl. She's funny, pretty, sarcastic, she's affectionate"
" And? We both know you can get that girl in a blink of an eye"
Fubuki knew that too. He could get her but he should not try. After the teenager told him about his feelings, his answer was clear; he obviously showed her they they should not see each other again. Since that day, he could not help but think about her. Wanting to breathe the same air she breathed, wanting her by his side. He could so well give a name to that feeling but he did not dare to.
" I can't" Fubuki sighed.
" Why? She's the daughter of a Mafia Boss?" Gouenji asked.
" Nah, she's 17"
" Oh..."was his only response.
"Yeah...Oh"
" Well who cares? You like her she likes you"
" It's not that easy. If I try things with her, it's only gonna complicate her life. She's still a kid she doesn't really love me like she claims too"
" She said she loved you?"
Yes she did say to the young man her real feelings and Fubuki had the morbid envy to hear those words coming from her mouth again but he could not permit himself to meet her . Damn, she was only a kid and though Gouenji said that age did not count, he was obviously wrong. For Mika, the white-haired young man was just a little innocent puppy love but for Fubuki, he cared to much for her for starting a relationship that ould end only to tears and breakup's. They had not future together. She was young, she barely saw the world, in a few month time she would find someone of her age much more capable of making her happy than the 27 year old man and even if things could work out for her, what would she do when his hair will start to grow white, when the skin of his face would start lamping when he would not be able anymore to give all the things she would need to be content?
" Yeah...well anyways I just can't do anything about it and I'm tired of talking about myself. Your turn, why did you and Natsumi broke up?"
" It's a long story"
" Who cares? I have all the time of the world and don't mind a huge telephone bill now split it up"
You guys don;t know how I enjoy afflicting two characters in my story. I choosed Goueji because well...because he's one of Fubuki's close friends right? Except for Samoeka and Endou he IS the closest I think and I'm so not going to write about Samoeka :/ xD No offense to Samoeka faqns..if he has any. Well as you guys notices..GOUENJI AND NATSUMI BROKE UP! Find out why and other juicy details in "Adulthood"'s next chapter :D I'm sounding like the advertisement soundtracks at the end of soap operas :D Well, I'm happy for Natsumi haters and I sympathize for the lovers of the pairings. xD
well guys see you sooooon! Hope you enjoyed the chappie and hope you'll review ;)