22:30 epiphany: I finally realized why I liked Rein a lot. It's because her insecurity reminds me of my own. Or we have similar love problems. Hahahahaha. I've known this guy has liked me for three years. I just don't know about my own feelings.
Okay, me, this isn't Girlfriend Magazine. Shame, shame.
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29: The Foolish Behavior
I'm misunderstood most of my whole damn life.
Mark Kruger was panicking to say the least.
After that morning text last Saturday, Mark was contemplating on whether to tell Donnie; text Rei back; ignore the text; call Rei and say something, anything; run straight to wherever Rei was and talk(?); or run straight to wherever Donnie was and ask her to do something about it.
He had opted instead to wait it out until he got the chance to talk to Donnie again, because he had already made things go from bad to worse. His mess didn't need any more meddling from him. Yes, he was well aware that he could have texted Donnie instantly, but that would cause her to panic as well – and then they'd both be in trouble.
He had waited it out for two days, conjuring plans of his own as he passed the time, all of which resulted in several scenarios wherein he would rather bury himself than allow it to happen. But he had done enough waiting. That Tuesday afternoon, he was going to meet with Donnie again, show her the controversial piece of bytes, and demand for advice (or a blessing, whichever one came first). Ignoring shouts of treason and SWaF-committer, the chestnut-haired American rushed to the train station, hoping he could remember the way to the grand academy.
If there was one thing the Kruger boy hated more than doing the darned SWaF Act, it was having more than enough time on his hands to think about what would happen next. He had so much of the thing on his hands as he rode the train to Teikoku. What if she wasn't there? What if she was? What then? Argh. So much for being the captain of an internationally acclaimed soccer team. He couldn't even think straight.
He hadn't been thinking straight since the incident.
"A little early out of school, aren't we?" The pleased school president had to open the door to her office on her own; on Gohin's prodding, she had Maki teach Fudou the ways of being the president's secretary. Oddly enough he didn't resist and even the scarlet-haired Student Council president found his obedience to be no less than unnerving.
"Shut up," The visitor snapped at her, well aware of the height difference between them and using it to her advantage. Sokudone remained in her peppy mood. She was either used to tsunderes (being a brutish short one herself) or she knew she had them wrapped around her finger. Either way, the black-haired Kageyama was a naturally upbeat kid. And love was her life. What was there to worry about?
"Take a seat, moonchild," Sokudone grinned as Karai's expected grumpy, you-can't-call-me-that-because-we're-not-friends look surfaced on her face. "We've lots to talk about; you mostly." The matchmaker quipped, hand hovering above her notebooks, folders, and pens. "Why?" The platinum-haired Karai took comfort on the plush one-seater across her. "How would you know if I need help?"
"Because when Mark does, so would you." Was her vague answer.
"Let's start with Mark," The violet-eyed matchmaker switched on the voice recorder, her chatmate unaware of the action. "What— why?"
"Because I ask the questions around here."
"That's not how it goes."
"My school, my rules."
"Your probation officer hears that and you'll lose that power." The red-eyed moonchild smirked; her chatmate rolled her eyes in reply.
"How did you two meet?" Karai blushed instantly, remembering the many times she literally kept turning, the sweaty American hand she shook, the texting, everything. "M-My senpai introduced me to his team; he asked for my number from her a-and he texted." Why was she stuttering? Ugh!
No. She would not tell Sokudone everything. Those memories were hers to treasure, and only hers alone.
Karai cleared her throat, trying to cover her nervousness and urging the matchmaker to continue. Knowing she was holding back on a lot of details, Sokudone tried again. "How would you describe your relationship with Mark?"
"A roller coaster ride."
"Of emotions?" The interviewee kept a straight face, earning a self-satisfied look from her interviewer. If she won't open up, her body would.
"Hey Fudou-kun!" A not-so-natural Japanese accent called out to the Mohawk-haired teen. He was busy trying to avoid a certain tan-skinned McDonald's babe and was desperate to take anyone's offers. Now he ended up being the new president's secretary in training. He was almost regretting it, almost.
"Fudou-kun!"
Argh. It sounded like an annoying fangirl. Sometimes it was fun, others, not so much. He turned around, eager to blow them off before she heard. "What do you want?!" He half-yelled, half-growled at the voice; on the other hand, the current secretary busied herself with the next lesson. She looked up from her work when her assistant was silent. "Oh, Kruger-san," She acknowledged, nodding her head a little. The dirty blonde copied the gesture. "Where can I find Donnie?"
"Who?" The scarlet-haired girl raised both brows. The brunette scoffed at her. "Butt out," He sneered at her. "She's in her office, occupied." He didn't like the fact that a foreigner was looking for the onna. Heck, he didn't like it when the onna was occupied with anyone who wasn't him.
Mark took no notice of the irritation playing on Fudou's features. "I need to speak to her."
"Need or want?"
"Just go, Kruger-san," The violet-eyed teen sighed in her seat. Whatever the thing was between Shachō and Fudou was no business of hers, but right now he was training, and she was the one in charge.
The blue-eyed boy grinned his gratitude, and sped off to the building.
"Did you or did you not have a fight with him?" Sokudone pressed, almost standing up to leer at the struggling Karai. "We've had arguments, verbal ones," She looked away, unable to acknowledge the Friday night accident. "Have any recently?"
"No."
"Let me rephrase my question," The blackette crossed her fingers. "Any miscommunications lately?"
Imediately, Karai's red eyes snapped to her violet ones. They looked just about ready to spill everything, both tears and story, but she held back.
Again.
"So there has been," The blackette relaxed back into her chair. Karai was easy to read, especially since Mark was the topic of discussion. She continued to push Karai to talk. She needed the pale teen's side of the fairy tale. "If I told you I went on a date with Mark—"
"He wouldn't – I mean he'd ask me what to do first," Karai looked away from Sokudone's hungry eyes. "He'd always ask. He's a clueless idiot."
"Maybe he's finally gotten the hint," She tensed. What was Sokudone talking about? "Maybe your lack of cooperation showed your disinterest and irritation at his inability to figure girls out on his own, you know?"
'Don't,' The moonchild bit her lip and kept doing so even as it bled. 'She's lying. You know Mark.'
"On that day, all he talked about was you, and how you always left him hanging," The Kageyama almost grinned at Karai squirming, jut itching to make her shut up. "You've led him on long enough."
'Do you really?'
"He wants me to help him forget y—"
"Shut up!" She cracked, hurt and anger filling her to the brim. It was enough. She knew it wasn't true, but if she let Sokudone run her mouth with whatever dirt she could come up with, Karai would rather have her swallow all of it. As if she read her thoughts, the blackette coughed on Kami knows what. She sounded like a creaking door too. "I know I put him through a lot of trouble, I know!" Her mouth formed a bitter frown. "But…but he's the one leading me on! I'm not the bad guy here, not while Mark's the one playing with my feelings with all his stupid actions,"
A tear slid down her cheek, finally free of its source's grip.
"I'm so scared, Sokudone," The flustered girl blushed, surprised at her admittance. "I miss him so much, and I don't know what to do when he leaves me."
"What—"
"He doesn't like me that way," Karai explained, bitterly laughing at the formation of the words. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm just walking around aimlessly, being thoughtless with whatever happens next. Can you really call me the bad guy?"
Karai checked her buzzing phone as more tears fell. It's not like she could have her own movie moments, and Sokudone remained silent, face pensive. If she didn't hold back on her tears, she was going to make things awkward around here.
Fr: Mark
Subj: re: Morning
That's how you say you miss me without sounding like you do. I miss you too, moonchild.
Cliffie! Also, within the timespan that I had begun this chapter, I had also come to the realization that I do not like such guy. Now I'm really going to die alone. :'D
Reviews please! :3
-Strawbeariiis
