Thank goodness! Now I can upload the rest of the story. ^_^ Well, we find out that Takeru is moving off to America! Nooo! What is going to happen to Hikari and Takeru now?
Namida No Sora
*A Glimpse at What Would Be*
"Hikari!"
She kept running. Takeru's voice ringed clearly in her mind, but she refused to turn around as her legs beated against the pavement. A light drizzle began to fall from the sky as she ran down the street, fighting tears. She couldn't turn around, she couldn't trust her feelings at the moment.
"Hikari, please!"
She turned around the bend, panting as she continued to run. The rain grew heavier as it washed down on her weary soul and her broken heart. That was it, wasn't it? Takeru was moving to America and leaving her all alone in the islands of Japan? All those promises of being together forever just broken, just like that?
"Hikari, wait!"
She was hurting deep inside. The only guy she truly loved was going. Tears sprang from her eyes despite her will not for it to happen. The rain continued to beat down on her as she ran as fast as she could. Keep running, she told herself. Don't look back...
A strong hand gripped her arm and she turned. Takeru was standing there, his hand on her arm, his blonde hair drenched into a brownish colour by the downpour of rain. He looked just as hurt as she was, but he refused to give up on her.
"Hikari, please."
"No, Takeru," she sobbed, her free hand pressed on her forehead. "No...I don't believe this. I can't believe this is happening. Now? Why now, Takeru? Why are you leaving now? I...I'll be so...so...alone. I don't think I want to face that lonliness again, Takeru. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Hikari," he replied sadly. "I understand completely. I don't want to let you go, Hikari, I don't ever want to let go of this. These last few months was like...paradise, Hikari. I didn't want to let go of this...and now..." He scoffed. "I don't believe this myself, Hikari. Believe me, I don't want to leave you. But..."
Hikari started to cry freely as Takeru drew her closer for an embrace. Her softness, her smell, her gentleness...he was going to be broken away from this paradise and into some unknown life. He wasn't prepared to let go, not now, not after life just became a lot better for him. He could try to stay behind, but his mother wouldn't allow that.
"Hikari..." he said, burying his face in her shoulder.
Her arms went around his neck and drew him even closer. Tears continued to stream down her face and merging with the sky's own tears as she continued to sob. Her pillar of strength, of hope was slipping from her fingers and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Takeru..." she whispered.
He looked at her and she realized that he, too, was crying. He drew her closer for a kiss before telling her, "Aishiteru, Hikari, aishiteru. Don't ever forget that, Hikari-kun. Don't ever forget me." It was as though he was pleading her not to.
"How could I, Takeru-kun? You're my first love," she sobbed.
He lifted his hand to her face and traced the curves of her cheek. "Just making sure," he said softly. He smiled clumsily. "I don't ever want to forget the time we had together. I'll be waiting for you, Hikari, no matter what, you hear me? I'll always be waiting for you."
"Ditto here," she managed to say.
With that, they embraced again as the rain drizzled on them both and thunder rumbled in a distance.
"You done yet?" Miyako asked, bored.
"No."
Silence.
Raindrops.
"You done yet?" Miyako asked, bored.
"Not yet, Miya-kun."
Silence.
Raindrops.
Thunder.
"You done yet?"
Ken sighed impatiently, looking up from the computer chips that were lying before him and glared at the bored-out-of-her-mind Miyako. "I'd be done a lot faster if you didn't keep on asking ever two seconds, Miya-kun," he gritted, trying to control his anger.
"Not my fault!" she snapped back, her magenta hair whisping with the breeze of her anger. "here I am, bored as hell, watching the rain come down while you fix some damned component that I was supposed to fix."
"Then my don't you fix it?!" he cried angrily, dropping the screwdriver.
"Because I don't want to!" she shouted, rising up to her feet. "You can be so...so...so lame sometimes!"
"And sometimes you can be so annoying!" Ken shot back, standing up as well.
They glared at each other with clenched jaws and harsh breathing from their standoff. Things would've gone worst if not the telephone rang at the stand. Miyako fixed one more heated glare before picking up the phone.
"Yeah?" she demanded angrily, but then listened, her facial expression beginning to shift. "Ohmigosh...Hikari-chan...I'm so sorry...okay...yeah, yeah...yeah, I'll be there...when does he leave?...oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute, girl." She hung up.
"What's going on?" Ken asked softly.
She shot another glare at him. "Why don't you ask your friend Takeru?" she snapped, pulling on a jacket. She then absently plucked her hair back. "I'm going to Hikari's place," she stated huffily. "I suggest you leave my place as well."
"Fine then!" he shouted, grabbing his coat.
"Fine!"
"Oh, Miya-chan, I can't believe this is happening to me," Hikari sniffled, blowing her nose on the tissue. She then planted her head on Miyako's shoulder, staring dimly into the window. "I can't believe it...I never thought..." She started to cry again.
"Hikari-chan..." Miyako said sadly. "Don't cry. You're making me cry too."
Hikari wiped her cheeks from her tears. "But I can't help it," she said. "Something good finally happened to me and now it's being robbed away from me." She looked at him. "Surely you'd feel the same way if you and Ken were seperated like this."
Miyako turned away. She had a point.
"What's wrong, Miya-chan?" Hikari asked, perplexed.
Miyako flushed, facing her best friend. Great, she thought, now I have to explain this entire mess. "Well...um...you see, Hikari-chan... Ken and I had a fight," she said timidly, then added angrily, "It's all that baka-somo's fault. If only...if only he wasn't so lame at times."
Hikari cocked her head to a side. "But---"
"Hikari, all couples fight, alright?" she said, slightly irritated both at herself and her situation. "We were both annoyed and we were both under the weather. Still, he should've been a little more considerate," she added, folding her arms and flexing her jaw muscles.
Hikari backed away a bit. If Miyako blew, she was going to be the victim. She turned away from Miyako and her thoughts as she just looked at the window, where the rain continued to pound down from above. The rain that greeted her impending misery.
Oh, Takeru-kun....
She sunk in and started to cry.
"Ohhhhh, Hikari-kun," Miyako said in a very concerned tone, patting her back. "Everything will be alright."
"How?" she sobbed.
Miyako scowled. Point taken. How indeed? "I don't know," she admitted in a begrudging tone. "But the point is, something's gotta happen. People like you and Takeru are meant to be together. It's like---destiny. You can't be torn apart by some measly move."
"He's moving to America!" she reasoned.
Miyako sighed. "I don't know anymore," she said. "The point is, Hikari, you gotta stay strong. He's got a short time left here. Don't spend that time crying, girl friend."
"Unbelievable."
"Tell me about it," Takeru sulked, looking out the window. Behind him, sitting on the counter, was Ken and Yamato, munching on some midnight snack. Takeru refused to eat as he looked on. Yamato and Takeru's mother had gone to sleep, unaware of her's son's problems.
"Gosh, Takeru, this is a toughie," Yamato commented, munching on a chip.
"Coming from the guy who's love life is intact," Takeru said snidely, glumly folding his arms and looking out the window. He tried sleeping, but it failed. He tried listening to music, but it made him whither. Couldn't eat, couldn't...breathe. It just hurt so much to think of him away from Hikari.
"Hey, Sora and I had our share of obstacles too," Yamato shot back with a frayed expression. "So don't think your little situation is classified as special, buddy."
"Whatever, Yamato," Takeru said begrudgingly. scowling.
Luckily, someone had a thoughtful ear for him. "Your situation really sucks, Takeru," Ken said compassionately, chewing on a chip thoughtfully. "I mean, you guys are so...perfect, I guess. I never knew that this would happen, out of all things."
"Things happen for a reason," Yamato piped in, gobbling a handful of chips.
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Oniisan," Takeru said darkly, facing them. "I just...it hurts Hikari so much. I could see it in her eyes. The way she talks. It...it hurts me too."
"Romeo and Juliet," commented Yamato.
Ken scowled, restraining the urge to smack Yamato over the head. His brows were knitted close together as he closed his eyes. "Have you no feeling, Yamato?"
"On the contrary," Yamato replied, "I'm preparing Takeru for the worst."
"Don't listen to him, Takeru," Ken said. "Listen to me. You have a short time left, right? Just make the most of it, Takeru, make the most of it..."
~*End of the Chapter*~
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Namida No Sora
*A Glimpse at What Would Be*
"Hikari!"
She kept running. Takeru's voice ringed clearly in her mind, but she refused to turn around as her legs beated against the pavement. A light drizzle began to fall from the sky as she ran down the street, fighting tears. She couldn't turn around, she couldn't trust her feelings at the moment.
"Hikari, please!"
She turned around the bend, panting as she continued to run. The rain grew heavier as it washed down on her weary soul and her broken heart. That was it, wasn't it? Takeru was moving to America and leaving her all alone in the islands of Japan? All those promises of being together forever just broken, just like that?
"Hikari, wait!"
She was hurting deep inside. The only guy she truly loved was going. Tears sprang from her eyes despite her will not for it to happen. The rain continued to beat down on her as she ran as fast as she could. Keep running, she told herself. Don't look back...
A strong hand gripped her arm and she turned. Takeru was standing there, his hand on her arm, his blonde hair drenched into a brownish colour by the downpour of rain. He looked just as hurt as she was, but he refused to give up on her.
"Hikari, please."
"No, Takeru," she sobbed, her free hand pressed on her forehead. "No...I don't believe this. I can't believe this is happening. Now? Why now, Takeru? Why are you leaving now? I...I'll be so...so...alone. I don't think I want to face that lonliness again, Takeru. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Hikari," he replied sadly. "I understand completely. I don't want to let you go, Hikari, I don't ever want to let go of this. These last few months was like...paradise, Hikari. I didn't want to let go of this...and now..." He scoffed. "I don't believe this myself, Hikari. Believe me, I don't want to leave you. But..."
Hikari started to cry freely as Takeru drew her closer for an embrace. Her softness, her smell, her gentleness...he was going to be broken away from this paradise and into some unknown life. He wasn't prepared to let go, not now, not after life just became a lot better for him. He could try to stay behind, but his mother wouldn't allow that.
"Hikari..." he said, burying his face in her shoulder.
Her arms went around his neck and drew him even closer. Tears continued to stream down her face and merging with the sky's own tears as she continued to sob. Her pillar of strength, of hope was slipping from her fingers and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Takeru..." she whispered.
He looked at her and she realized that he, too, was crying. He drew her closer for a kiss before telling her, "Aishiteru, Hikari, aishiteru. Don't ever forget that, Hikari-kun. Don't ever forget me." It was as though he was pleading her not to.
"How could I, Takeru-kun? You're my first love," she sobbed.
He lifted his hand to her face and traced the curves of her cheek. "Just making sure," he said softly. He smiled clumsily. "I don't ever want to forget the time we had together. I'll be waiting for you, Hikari, no matter what, you hear me? I'll always be waiting for you."
"Ditto here," she managed to say.
With that, they embraced again as the rain drizzled on them both and thunder rumbled in a distance.
"You done yet?" Miyako asked, bored.
"No."
Silence.
Raindrops.
"You done yet?" Miyako asked, bored.
"Not yet, Miya-kun."
Silence.
Raindrops.
Thunder.
"You done yet?"
Ken sighed impatiently, looking up from the computer chips that were lying before him and glared at the bored-out-of-her-mind Miyako. "I'd be done a lot faster if you didn't keep on asking ever two seconds, Miya-kun," he gritted, trying to control his anger.
"Not my fault!" she snapped back, her magenta hair whisping with the breeze of her anger. "here I am, bored as hell, watching the rain come down while you fix some damned component that I was supposed to fix."
"Then my don't you fix it?!" he cried angrily, dropping the screwdriver.
"Because I don't want to!" she shouted, rising up to her feet. "You can be so...so...so lame sometimes!"
"And sometimes you can be so annoying!" Ken shot back, standing up as well.
They glared at each other with clenched jaws and harsh breathing from their standoff. Things would've gone worst if not the telephone rang at the stand. Miyako fixed one more heated glare before picking up the phone.
"Yeah?" she demanded angrily, but then listened, her facial expression beginning to shift. "Ohmigosh...Hikari-chan...I'm so sorry...okay...yeah, yeah...yeah, I'll be there...when does he leave?...oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute, girl." She hung up.
"What's going on?" Ken asked softly.
She shot another glare at him. "Why don't you ask your friend Takeru?" she snapped, pulling on a jacket. She then absently plucked her hair back. "I'm going to Hikari's place," she stated huffily. "I suggest you leave my place as well."
"Fine then!" he shouted, grabbing his coat.
"Fine!"
"Oh, Miya-chan, I can't believe this is happening to me," Hikari sniffled, blowing her nose on the tissue. She then planted her head on Miyako's shoulder, staring dimly into the window. "I can't believe it...I never thought..." She started to cry again.
"Hikari-chan..." Miyako said sadly. "Don't cry. You're making me cry too."
Hikari wiped her cheeks from her tears. "But I can't help it," she said. "Something good finally happened to me and now it's being robbed away from me." She looked at him. "Surely you'd feel the same way if you and Ken were seperated like this."
Miyako turned away. She had a point.
"What's wrong, Miya-chan?" Hikari asked, perplexed.
Miyako flushed, facing her best friend. Great, she thought, now I have to explain this entire mess. "Well...um...you see, Hikari-chan... Ken and I had a fight," she said timidly, then added angrily, "It's all that baka-somo's fault. If only...if only he wasn't so lame at times."
Hikari cocked her head to a side. "But---"
"Hikari, all couples fight, alright?" she said, slightly irritated both at herself and her situation. "We were both annoyed and we were both under the weather. Still, he should've been a little more considerate," she added, folding her arms and flexing her jaw muscles.
Hikari backed away a bit. If Miyako blew, she was going to be the victim. She turned away from Miyako and her thoughts as she just looked at the window, where the rain continued to pound down from above. The rain that greeted her impending misery.
Oh, Takeru-kun....
She sunk in and started to cry.
"Ohhhhh, Hikari-kun," Miyako said in a very concerned tone, patting her back. "Everything will be alright."
"How?" she sobbed.
Miyako scowled. Point taken. How indeed? "I don't know," she admitted in a begrudging tone. "But the point is, something's gotta happen. People like you and Takeru are meant to be together. It's like---destiny. You can't be torn apart by some measly move."
"He's moving to America!" she reasoned.
Miyako sighed. "I don't know anymore," she said. "The point is, Hikari, you gotta stay strong. He's got a short time left here. Don't spend that time crying, girl friend."
"Unbelievable."
"Tell me about it," Takeru sulked, looking out the window. Behind him, sitting on the counter, was Ken and Yamato, munching on some midnight snack. Takeru refused to eat as he looked on. Yamato and Takeru's mother had gone to sleep, unaware of her's son's problems.
"Gosh, Takeru, this is a toughie," Yamato commented, munching on a chip.
"Coming from the guy who's love life is intact," Takeru said snidely, glumly folding his arms and looking out the window. He tried sleeping, but it failed. He tried listening to music, but it made him whither. Couldn't eat, couldn't...breathe. It just hurt so much to think of him away from Hikari.
"Hey, Sora and I had our share of obstacles too," Yamato shot back with a frayed expression. "So don't think your little situation is classified as special, buddy."
"Whatever, Yamato," Takeru said begrudgingly. scowling.
Luckily, someone had a thoughtful ear for him. "Your situation really sucks, Takeru," Ken said compassionately, chewing on a chip thoughtfully. "I mean, you guys are so...perfect, I guess. I never knew that this would happen, out of all things."
"Things happen for a reason," Yamato piped in, gobbling a handful of chips.
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Oniisan," Takeru said darkly, facing them. "I just...it hurts Hikari so much. I could see it in her eyes. The way she talks. It...it hurts me too."
"Romeo and Juliet," commented Yamato.
Ken scowled, restraining the urge to smack Yamato over the head. His brows were knitted close together as he closed his eyes. "Have you no feeling, Yamato?"
"On the contrary," Yamato replied, "I'm preparing Takeru for the worst."
"Don't listen to him, Takeru," Ken said. "Listen to me. You have a short time left, right? Just make the most of it, Takeru, make the most of it..."
~*End of the Chapter*~
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