A/N: Delays, delays….I apologize for the last few
chapters coming out slowly, but, anyway…Chapter 3 Is here. Its kind of short,
and defiantly a cliff-hanger..x.o; Sorry! I felt evil when I wrote
this….;
Love Letters
Chapter 3: Emotional Writings
She
couldn't pretend to like them anymore. She just couldn't.
That's why she left their table. She
couldn't withstand smiling at their stupid little games any longer; what had
she done to become their worthless entertainment? Sure, they were just joking
around, but after awhile, those jokes weren't funny, but instead, they twisted
into sour and cruel. If they could not accept her for who she was, why make
her, or for that matter, Koushiro, their target in pursuit of amusement? If
only she would have thought before she stood…
The move hadn't been calculated
correctly, for presently, she had nowhere to sit in the cafeteria. And
Tachikawa Mimi wouldn't be caught dead retreating to the table she had just
departed, let alone sit by herself. Releasing a deep sigh in sadness, she
stood, motionless in the school's lunchroom, looking much like that of a
duckling whom had lost its mother. She searched frantically for a place to sit,
but found none.
For
the first time in her life, she actually felt the painful surge of loneliness.
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A breakthrough! She had seen that
glimmering of hope in his eyes, and it was marvelous. No wonder Mimi had often
talked to her about his eyes, they true fully held all of his emotion, even now
when they had seemed to lost all feeling. Sora couldn't help but become quickly
elated and hold her head high in her own stage of hope, proudly beaming with
happiness. Perhaps Koushiro would open up to her…
Much
to her dismay, however, Koushiro's spark of hope faded quickly, as he returned
his gaze to his newest found friend, the fading paint of his bedroom ceiling.
"I wouldn't know what to write to
her, anyway."
Tips of strawberry-blond hair
lightly struck the sides of Takenochi Sora's pale face, her head shaking in a
blend of disbelief and amusement. There was also a hint of sadness and
disappointment in her voice; she had hit something, had expected him to reach
out. "Koushiro, you always know what to say. I'm positive you'll think of
something."
"Then why haven't I written to her
yet?" Eyelids fell in annoyance to her pathetic attempt at reassurance. He was
stubborn, and not ready to conceive that perhaps it was not merely writer's
block that was keeping him from writing to his girlfriend overseas, but
perhaps, something else, something emotional. Still, he was far from even
undertaking the task, let alone solving for a solution.
"At lest try."
"No."
"…What about a phone call?"
"No."
How was she to help if he would not
inform her of his problem? Sora found herself powerless and weak, all her
suggestions were quickly being shot down with one word of rejection. As far as
gaining any information for the others, the task was speedily becoming useless.
"At least talk to someone, Koushiro. We're worried."
"I'm inhaling oxygen; your concern
is redundant." Those black orbs would
open again, then gazing off to the side, to peer at his visitor sideways,
considering his body still face that of the ceiling. His head would not turn
either, as if it was transfixed against the ceiling's yellow paint.
The miniscule amount of confidence
Sora had entered the room with had already flown from her heart. And now, she
had lost all strength to continue. Her head falling in defeat, her only
thoughts became on that of the door, and her eagerness to escape, to run from
this problem she faced. He had locked everyone out, having only given the
combination to one soul, if there was one, but it seemed their efforts were
becoming futile; not even Mimi could reach him anymore.
"Well, then…I guess I should go…"
She began her retreat, heading slowly to the exit of Koushiro's cage that he,
himself, had built. She had given up, seeing no hope in reaching him, no way of
getting near whatever it was that was bothering him. She was going to be forced
to write this to Mimi, which would sting greatly, Mimi had placed so much faith
in Sora. She had believed her friend could reach him since she could not, but
now, Sora had proved to them what she had believed was true all along, she was
incapable.
"Sora?"
Pivoting around, the young girl
turned to face her troubled friend, longing for him to hurry up, she wanted out
of that room. She wanted to run from her defeat, and never look back.
"Yes?"
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"Mimi Tachikawa, right?" A wavy-blonde haired young man approached
the abandoned young woman. She had been standing there blankly for a few
moments by then, not having moved from her position since leaving the table of
Kerri. Approached, it was as if she was being awaken from an almost dream-like
state, her attention becoming shifted back to reality, her honey eyes elevating
to meet a pair of cerulean.
"Yes, that's me." A strange array of
curiosity struck the mind of the girl. Why, exactly, had this young man greeted
her as such? And who was he? But more than anything, she wished to know why he
was bothering her. Was this yet another person to poke fun at Koushiro or her
relationship, her hair, her clothes…?
"Michael Sanderson." A polite hand
was extended, in a gesture of greeting. "We have life science together."
Mimi was surprised, to say the
least. Someone from America was being kind to her. "Oh!" Quickly removing a
hand from one side of her tray, she would take that of his, giving it a light
shake. She had not recognized him, and still did not. Life science, no wonder
she didn't recognize him; she never paid too much attention in that class.
"You don't seem to have a place to
sit." Michael would walk around a bit, attempting to estimate precisely where
it was she had departed, but knew all to well where she had arose from. He had
watched those whom had befriended her rapidly when she had arrived, and took
into consideration how unlikely it seemed for her to fit in with them. She
never had Jason's weird sense of humor or Kerri's attitude, from what he
observed the past month or so. She was more polite than that; more like him. "Wish to sit at my table?" Michael motioned
sideways and down a bit, to a small group of teenagers. Talking amongst
themselves, they seemed polite and kind, but on the verge of a snotty attitude.
They were well dressed, and seemed to have had a well-financed uprising.
Her nose wrinkled, reacting to his
group with informed disgust, "With the second-class preps?" Mimi had heard some
things about that group from Kerri. With their ironed pants and button-up
shirts, they did not seemed to at all the kind to simply allow someone like
Mimi into their group. Judgmental, is that not Kerri had described them to be?
Sure, they had been the "nicer" ones, as Kerri had put it, but still, there was
no way she could allow herself to sit with them and rejoin Kerri at lunch
tomorrow. But did she actually want to return to Kerri's friends?
A soft blush arose on Michael's
cheek. Sure, he knew what his peers tagged him as, but there was no harm in it.
It was far better than loser, and in his opinion, punk, skater and many others.
However, having someone say it to his face felt, well, awkward. "I'm just
offering you a place to sit, not a social label."
"Oh..." The direction of her eyes
fell downward in that statement, looking now to the floor. Embarrassed, she hit
herself for not thinking before she spoke…. She had nowhere else to sit, and
what harm would it do to sit with them just this once? She wasn't just going to
stand there the entire lunch period, or, worse yet, sit alone.
Returning her gaze back to Michael,
she nodded leisurely. "For today."
Twin lips of cheery turned upwards,
smiling in accomplishment, and perhaps, hopes in the beginning of a new friendship. "Okay then," Taking a
single step aside, he would proceed to lead Mimi down the aisle to his lunch
table. Their walk, of course, was accompanied by an assortment of looks, mostly
from the table that she had just departed from. Repulsion, annoyance and shock,
they summed up most of Kerri's table's reaction.
Michael was walking on a bridge of
hope. He had admired Mimi from afar, and finally, he had found the chance to
speak to her. And she had accepted him, well, alright.
And
Mimi, Mimi was walking on a road of fear. Only a few weeks into the school year
and already she had to leave her first group of friends. Could she ever find a
group of stability like she had in Japan?
A/N: So that's how
Michael and Mimi meant…o.o;; lol..x.x; This is an odd assortment of stuff, ne?
Definatley a different type of fic for meh…x.o; My fics are usually flat out
romance, but this one has an actual plot. X_x;;; Oh well, I hope to get
chapter 4 out by tomorrow, but I dun know…so, just be patient and keep reading.
;.; Be kind and Review! e.e;