Antig's Rambling Pointless Author's Notes:
Um... I like chocolate?
And feedback!! Please, please, please... If you liked this, or even just
read it and had it entertain you for a few minutes... please, please, let
me know? ^^;;
Thanks.
From the Ashes
A Yui Fanfic
3/5 Tetsuya
By Antigone
After exams came summer break, Miaka and I found ourselves with a
lot more free time. We both decided that was a good thing, time to
rest and rejuvenate after the stress of exams and the months we spent
fighting our way through the universe of the four gods.
It took us about one week to realize idle time was the last thing
we needed. Although she tried to hide it, Miaka began dwelling on
Tamahome and the other people she left behind, becoming slightly more
withdrawn and sad. I found myself waking up with more and more
nightmares and no one to turn to.
Plus, we were bored. After months of constant stimulus, positive or
negative, the neutral of the real world was... mind numbingly dull.
What were two damsels in distress to do?
So it was Super Brother and his sidekick Sunglasses Boy to the rescue.
Keisuke and Tetsuya took us out, invited us over, tagged along with us
wherever we went... Keisuke with his drama and over protectiveness,
Tetsuya with his I'm-too-cool attitude (and damn was he a cheapskate
too)... but it was sweet of them.
Maybe it's just because I hardly ever saw his eyes, but I found Tetsuya
almost impossible to figure out. Keisuke was doing all this for his
sister, but why was Tetsuya giving up his summer break to tag along
with two high school girls? For Keisuke's sake? For Miaka and me?
Maybe, even, for me?
I used to know him as my best friend's brother's best friend, but
slowly and surely he worked his way into my life until he became a
constant. A rock. Although Keisuke was concerned for both of us, most
of the hovering he did was over Miaka while Tetsuya would be the one to
keep an eye on me. He wasn't overbearing, so I didn't get annoyed with
him. (Whereas I think Miaka was on the verge of fratricide after the first
week).
Then, one warm Sunday afternoon, we packed a picnic and drove outside
of the city to the shores of the bay. The sea breezes felt good, and
our mood was happy as we sat in the park. Tetsuya and I sat on the
grass, side by side, overlooking the water while nearby Keisuke was
busy upbraiding Miaka for eating all the food by herself.
"What are you thinking about?" Tetsuya asked, turning to look at me.
At first, I was surprised. I had learned to hide my emotions so well.
But then again, this was Tetsuya- he noticed just about every little detail about me.
I drew my knees up to my chest. "My mother. She's been worried about
me, wants me to see a shrink or something. She must have noticed the
scars on my wrist." I lowered my head, watched my hair as the wind
tugged it into my vision. It was growing out nicely, just like I was
growing away from the girl I had been.
"Do you think it will help?" Tetsuya asked, removing his sunglasses to
look at me closely.
I punched him lightly in the arm. "Are you nuts? What am I supposed to
tell her--about the book? She'll have me locked up!"
He leaned back on elbows and grinned at me. "Isn't there a
confidentiality thing or something?"
"Not for people who rave about a portal to another world in the
National Library," I retorted, feeling relaxed now. I stretched out my
legs and grinned at him. I was smiling a lot more now-more than I ever
had before.
"Well I don't find you a danger to society, Miss Seiryuu no miko," he
was smiling back, but his eyes were serious when he continued. "I'll be
your shrink. I'll listen to you, anytime you want, Yui."
My name, so intimately spoken, made me look up in surprise. My hand
froze while brushing blonde strands of hair behind one ear. He reached
up to touch the few escaping tendrils and almost in a daze, afraid to
breathe, I stared at him.
I felt safe, I realized, peaceful. Even though my heart was pounding,
I wasn't scared. Not of Tetsuya. Never of him. The realization shocked
me.
He must have misread my look, because he blushed and stood up, putting
space between us. "I better get back before the Yuuki siblings kill
each other."
"Wait-" I was about call him back to me, to tell him that I hadn't been
upset by his touch. Not to feel bad.
"You wanna go out sometime?" His back was to me, his hands in his
pockets. I could see his shoulders trembling a bit, and a smile
touched my lips faintly. He was nervous.
"Sometime, sure," I answered as I caught Miaka's eye, watching us from
by the picnic table. She blushed crimson and turned away quickly.
I wonder what she was thinking during the silence in the car while
Tetsuya drove us home.
Four people came on our date. Yup, that's right. I thought Miaka
would feel better if she came along, and we couldn't invite her without
taking Keisuke. I thought it'd be fun, but it was not one of my better
ideas.
I'm not good at avoiding mistakes, am I?
Nobody was happy at the start of that night. Tetsuya was irked that I
dragged people along, and Keisuke was moaning over the fact that he
hadn't had a date in well, ever. Miaka was being uncharacteristically
quiet, which had me worrying about her and unsettled the entire night.
Our table at the pizza* place had as much tension as it did greasy
food, and even Miaka was hardly eating.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "Miaka, will you stop looking at
your pepperoni like it just told you your mother died?"
"My food talks?" She blinked, and slowly picked up the pepperoni in
question between her thumb and forefinger. "What's that?" she
pretended to listen to it. "Hey, don't say that about Yui! That's mean!"
I blew my straw paper in her face.
"Food fight!" Keisuke cried, flicking Miaka's wrist so the pepperoni
flew onto Tetsuya's head.
I tossed the straw from my soda at Keisuke, and Miaka aimed for a piece
of crust to hit her brother but it hit me instead. So I threw a pepper
at her hair. Garlic bread sailed by my ear, and hit Tetsuya, who
retaliated with a mushroom. By then we were all dying of laughter, and
decided to pay the check and get out of there before we were kicked
out.
"I thought college kids were supposed to be mature," Miaka told her
brother as we ran down the street in the cool night, laughing, talking,
and acting like normal teenagers. It was nice.
"Who told you that?" I asked, arching my eyebrows, watching as Keisuke
attempted to trip Miaka. It worked.
I was beginning the evening hadn't been a mistake, especially when
Tetsuya and I were alone on my doorstep, after Keisuke went home and Miaka went inside.
He asked me not to bring the Yuukis with us on a date ever again.
Then he kissed me.
I had been kissed before, but it had never been pleasant. Nakago was
controlling, manipulative, and his kiss was cold. After all, to him
wasn't I only a means to an end? Suboshi was a child, unbalanced and
confused, scared the hell out me when he so-suddenly 'attacked' me like
that. And Tamahome...
Well, if a man who was in love with your best friend is under the
influence of a personality-warping brainwashing drugs a kiss is hardly
romantic, now is it?
But Tetsuya... I liked it. It was a new thing for me, to enjoy
something purely for the sake of it, without it having a reason, or a
meaning, or an ulterior motive. It was strange, though. He's Tetsuya,
my friend, my 'shrink'. It felt weird to think I had just kissed him.
My emotions were mixed as I closed the door behind him, but I did agree
to go out with him again. Sans the peanut gallery we called friends.
When I entered my room, Miaka was already sitting on my bed, hugging
one of my stuffed animals (I don't have any except what Miaka has given
me over the years. I was never into cutesy things like that, but Miaka
never seemed to get that through her head).
"Hi," I said, entering my room and sitting on the edge of my bed. Miaka
was spending the night, just like old times.
But, not quite. Nothing could be just like old times anymore. It
could only be close.
"Yui-chan?" Miaka asked quietly, her head lowered and her bangs
covering her eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Could you not bring me on any of your dates anymore?" she sounded
hesitant, unlike herself. "I mean, I appreciate the gesture, but
having to go out as my brother's 'date' wasn't really fun." She made a
face, halfheartedly, and trailed off.
"Oh, Miaka, I'm sorry," I swallowed. "I didn't mean-- I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Yui-chan, I know you didn't. Sooo.... " She was back to her
normal self again, leaning eagerly towards me. "Did he kiss you?"
"What? Mi-- you're so nosy!" But my blush gives me away.
"Whooo! Yui and Tetsuya, sittin' in a tree-"
"Shut up, baka!" It's good to hear her giggle, but why does it have to
be at my expense?!
"So he *did* kiss you?"
"Mou..."
"On the lips?"
"Oi..."
"Tongue?"
"MIAKA!!"
We fell asleep laughing, but in the middle of the night, I woke up to
her muffled sobs. I realized that in the midst of the happiness I had
discovered in my newfound romance, I also wanted to cry for my best
friend.
Now I know how she felt about me, all those months I thought she was my
enemy.
*Gawd, I am so sick of fic authors making their poor borrowed
characters eat sushi every night. ^^; What's that about? They do have
many pizza places in Japan (Yuu Watase characters tend to like fast
food actually, but McDonlads isn't exactly a date place is it?) and I
thought it might be a nice change from sushi (aka the-only-Japanese-
food-most-American-fic-writers-can-think-of-off-the-top-of-their-head)
^_~!
Um... I like chocolate?
And feedback!! Please, please, please... If you liked this, or even just
read it and had it entertain you for a few minutes... please, please, let
me know? ^^;;
Thanks.
From the Ashes
A Yui Fanfic
3/5 Tetsuya
By Antigone
After exams came summer break, Miaka and I found ourselves with a
lot more free time. We both decided that was a good thing, time to
rest and rejuvenate after the stress of exams and the months we spent
fighting our way through the universe of the four gods.
It took us about one week to realize idle time was the last thing
we needed. Although she tried to hide it, Miaka began dwelling on
Tamahome and the other people she left behind, becoming slightly more
withdrawn and sad. I found myself waking up with more and more
nightmares and no one to turn to.
Plus, we were bored. After months of constant stimulus, positive or
negative, the neutral of the real world was... mind numbingly dull.
What were two damsels in distress to do?
So it was Super Brother and his sidekick Sunglasses Boy to the rescue.
Keisuke and Tetsuya took us out, invited us over, tagged along with us
wherever we went... Keisuke with his drama and over protectiveness,
Tetsuya with his I'm-too-cool attitude (and damn was he a cheapskate
too)... but it was sweet of them.
Maybe it's just because I hardly ever saw his eyes, but I found Tetsuya
almost impossible to figure out. Keisuke was doing all this for his
sister, but why was Tetsuya giving up his summer break to tag along
with two high school girls? For Keisuke's sake? For Miaka and me?
Maybe, even, for me?
I used to know him as my best friend's brother's best friend, but
slowly and surely he worked his way into my life until he became a
constant. A rock. Although Keisuke was concerned for both of us, most
of the hovering he did was over Miaka while Tetsuya would be the one to
keep an eye on me. He wasn't overbearing, so I didn't get annoyed with
him. (Whereas I think Miaka was on the verge of fratricide after the first
week).
Then, one warm Sunday afternoon, we packed a picnic and drove outside
of the city to the shores of the bay. The sea breezes felt good, and
our mood was happy as we sat in the park. Tetsuya and I sat on the
grass, side by side, overlooking the water while nearby Keisuke was
busy upbraiding Miaka for eating all the food by herself.
"What are you thinking about?" Tetsuya asked, turning to look at me.
At first, I was surprised. I had learned to hide my emotions so well.
But then again, this was Tetsuya- he noticed just about every little detail about me.
I drew my knees up to my chest. "My mother. She's been worried about
me, wants me to see a shrink or something. She must have noticed the
scars on my wrist." I lowered my head, watched my hair as the wind
tugged it into my vision. It was growing out nicely, just like I was
growing away from the girl I had been.
"Do you think it will help?" Tetsuya asked, removing his sunglasses to
look at me closely.
I punched him lightly in the arm. "Are you nuts? What am I supposed to
tell her--about the book? She'll have me locked up!"
He leaned back on elbows and grinned at me. "Isn't there a
confidentiality thing or something?"
"Not for people who rave about a portal to another world in the
National Library," I retorted, feeling relaxed now. I stretched out my
legs and grinned at him. I was smiling a lot more now-more than I ever
had before.
"Well I don't find you a danger to society, Miss Seiryuu no miko," he
was smiling back, but his eyes were serious when he continued. "I'll be
your shrink. I'll listen to you, anytime you want, Yui."
My name, so intimately spoken, made me look up in surprise. My hand
froze while brushing blonde strands of hair behind one ear. He reached
up to touch the few escaping tendrils and almost in a daze, afraid to
breathe, I stared at him.
I felt safe, I realized, peaceful. Even though my heart was pounding,
I wasn't scared. Not of Tetsuya. Never of him. The realization shocked
me.
He must have misread my look, because he blushed and stood up, putting
space between us. "I better get back before the Yuuki siblings kill
each other."
"Wait-" I was about call him back to me, to tell him that I hadn't been
upset by his touch. Not to feel bad.
"You wanna go out sometime?" His back was to me, his hands in his
pockets. I could see his shoulders trembling a bit, and a smile
touched my lips faintly. He was nervous.
"Sometime, sure," I answered as I caught Miaka's eye, watching us from
by the picnic table. She blushed crimson and turned away quickly.
I wonder what she was thinking during the silence in the car while
Tetsuya drove us home.
Four people came on our date. Yup, that's right. I thought Miaka
would feel better if she came along, and we couldn't invite her without
taking Keisuke. I thought it'd be fun, but it was not one of my better
ideas.
I'm not good at avoiding mistakes, am I?
Nobody was happy at the start of that night. Tetsuya was irked that I
dragged people along, and Keisuke was moaning over the fact that he
hadn't had a date in well, ever. Miaka was being uncharacteristically
quiet, which had me worrying about her and unsettled the entire night.
Our table at the pizza* place had as much tension as it did greasy
food, and even Miaka was hardly eating.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "Miaka, will you stop looking at
your pepperoni like it just told you your mother died?"
"My food talks?" She blinked, and slowly picked up the pepperoni in
question between her thumb and forefinger. "What's that?" she
pretended to listen to it. "Hey, don't say that about Yui! That's mean!"
I blew my straw paper in her face.
"Food fight!" Keisuke cried, flicking Miaka's wrist so the pepperoni
flew onto Tetsuya's head.
I tossed the straw from my soda at Keisuke, and Miaka aimed for a piece
of crust to hit her brother but it hit me instead. So I threw a pepper
at her hair. Garlic bread sailed by my ear, and hit Tetsuya, who
retaliated with a mushroom. By then we were all dying of laughter, and
decided to pay the check and get out of there before we were kicked
out.
"I thought college kids were supposed to be mature," Miaka told her
brother as we ran down the street in the cool night, laughing, talking,
and acting like normal teenagers. It was nice.
"Who told you that?" I asked, arching my eyebrows, watching as Keisuke
attempted to trip Miaka. It worked.
I was beginning the evening hadn't been a mistake, especially when
Tetsuya and I were alone on my doorstep, after Keisuke went home and Miaka went inside.
He asked me not to bring the Yuukis with us on a date ever again.
Then he kissed me.
I had been kissed before, but it had never been pleasant. Nakago was
controlling, manipulative, and his kiss was cold. After all, to him
wasn't I only a means to an end? Suboshi was a child, unbalanced and
confused, scared the hell out me when he so-suddenly 'attacked' me like
that. And Tamahome...
Well, if a man who was in love with your best friend is under the
influence of a personality-warping brainwashing drugs a kiss is hardly
romantic, now is it?
But Tetsuya... I liked it. It was a new thing for me, to enjoy
something purely for the sake of it, without it having a reason, or a
meaning, or an ulterior motive. It was strange, though. He's Tetsuya,
my friend, my 'shrink'. It felt weird to think I had just kissed him.
My emotions were mixed as I closed the door behind him, but I did agree
to go out with him again. Sans the peanut gallery we called friends.
When I entered my room, Miaka was already sitting on my bed, hugging
one of my stuffed animals (I don't have any except what Miaka has given
me over the years. I was never into cutesy things like that, but Miaka
never seemed to get that through her head).
"Hi," I said, entering my room and sitting on the edge of my bed. Miaka
was spending the night, just like old times.
But, not quite. Nothing could be just like old times anymore. It
could only be close.
"Yui-chan?" Miaka asked quietly, her head lowered and her bangs
covering her eyes.
"Hmm?"
"Could you not bring me on any of your dates anymore?" she sounded
hesitant, unlike herself. "I mean, I appreciate the gesture, but
having to go out as my brother's 'date' wasn't really fun." She made a
face, halfheartedly, and trailed off.
"Oh, Miaka, I'm sorry," I swallowed. "I didn't mean-- I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Yui-chan, I know you didn't. Sooo.... " She was back to her
normal self again, leaning eagerly towards me. "Did he kiss you?"
"What? Mi-- you're so nosy!" But my blush gives me away.
"Whooo! Yui and Tetsuya, sittin' in a tree-"
"Shut up, baka!" It's good to hear her giggle, but why does it have to
be at my expense?!
"So he *did* kiss you?"
"Mou..."
"On the lips?"
"Oi..."
"Tongue?"
"MIAKA!!"
We fell asleep laughing, but in the middle of the night, I woke up to
her muffled sobs. I realized that in the midst of the happiness I had
discovered in my newfound romance, I also wanted to cry for my best
friend.
Now I know how she felt about me, all those months I thought she was my
enemy.
*Gawd, I am so sick of fic authors making their poor borrowed
characters eat sushi every night. ^^; What's that about? They do have
many pizza places in Japan (Yuu Watase characters tend to like fast
food actually, but McDonlads isn't exactly a date place is it?) and I
thought it might be a nice change from sushi (aka the-only-Japanese-
food-most-American-fic-writers-can-think-of-off-the-top-of-their-head)
^_~!
