Hi! It's me again! Don't like? WAH!! Meanie! Anyway, since some time passed in this chapter, I just wanted to let you know of Yuki's and Shuichi's age. Shuichi, is 19. -shock- surprise surprise. While Yuki is 22 -shock- surprise surprise. Just kidding, anyway, ignore the girl that comes in this chapter, Yuki's still with Shuichi, don't worry! She's just to help Yuki get over it, kinda. I hate original characters any who. Oh yea, to see what's in my sleeve, I'll give a hint. I like MA~~~~GIC. -hint- So enjoy the rest!!
Yuki's POV
It's been 4 years since Shuichi's death. After the incident, I went back home alone, which is something I'm not used to. I'm right now 26. And the angelic idiot would have turned into an adult and be 23. The doctors of Kyoto also seemed in denial at the time, because they rushed him to the hospital to see if there was another reason why he died, like poison or something. They didn't want to believe he had committed suicide. Bad Luck has changed too. They didn't want to continue on without him, and putting someone else in his place would be like trying to say you wish he died, which absolutely so one wanted, except maybe ASK. The media had been completely saddened about the fact, especially the way he died, how they were on the top of the world, etc. I've seen a lot of girls crying out on the streets thinking about it. They were hurt of course, but not as much as me. But I've learned something from it I guess, now I try to be less cold to people, and more eager to cooperate. I haven't moved any of the stuff in his room, because to me it's like digging up a coffin, and throwing it away somewhere. I suppose it's all for the best, but I still think about that idiotic angel. He was beautiful, sexy, all in some innocent way. He was just had this spirit which I thought could never die down, no matter what the cause. But I guess it had died without me knowing it.
I strolled around the sidewalk, just coming out of a interview, and out to go get something to eat. I hadn't really smoked just because I liked it, like I used to, but I did when I was stressed about something. The same applies to alcohol. The idiot would want me to. I felt a gust of air, then my head rushed when I was pushed down to the floor hard. I held my head and rubbed it, trying to make the pain lessen. I heard a moan ahead of me. I got up to see the person I had hit. She had been sprawled out on the floor, her hair and skirt had all been fanned around her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Are you ok Miss?" She blinked, trying to focus her eyes. I studied her while she tried to come back to her senses. She had long dark purple hair, and interestingly, a pair of bright green eyes, Which is unusual because the shade of the green, but no unattractively so. It's just unique to me. She wasn't that tall, maybe a head shorter than me, and was wearing a white shirt, with a blue vest over it, and a blue skirt slightly above her knees. "Yeah, I'm ok. Are you ok? I hit you kind of hard. I'm so sorry, I was just in a rush to go somewhere and I wasn't looking where I was going" she said. I shook my head, "No, it's alright. I also should have been paying attention. Well, why were you in such a rush?". She looked a little shocked, and then she replied sheepishly, "Well, I'm a announcer, you know like people that announce stuff at like concerts, sport games, etc. Well, you see, this person keeps getting me to get jobs, but he's REALLY scary…he freaks me out…so I want to get away from him as soon as possible. Oh, I'm sorry to bother you like this, first I bump into you, and then I start blabbering away like am idiot.". "No, it's quite alright. Would you like to have lunch with me?" I asked. She seemed nice. Or so she seemed. She looked a bit shocked, but replied, "Oh, thanks. I would like to have company. I don't live with anyone, and since I just came here and everything". So I went off to talk her off to a small café that I've taken a liking to.
After the waiter took our menus, we went on to do a little chit-chat. "So, may you first at least tell me what your name is Miss?" I asked. She seemed to me was a sort of blush before answering, "Natsumi Sakuragi. And yours is…"she said. "Yuki Eiri" I said, without much tone. "Oh! So You are that novelist my friend was talking about. She is just in love with your work. I've read a couple of them, they are so sweet!" she exclaimed. "Thank you for your compliment Miss Natsumi." I said. "Oh, yeah, you said something about just moving here? "Oh, yeah. I just got here from Kyoto. I'm not going to be staying here long. I'm just looking for a little place for right now." she answered happily. She seemed excited to be here. "Have you done any jobs here before?" I asked. "Yup! I did mostly a lot of concerts here, since I have a loud voice, they said it would be appropriate for concerts and all". " I see" I said, just as our orders came.
Natsumi (the girl)'s POV
Though I was only was supposed to live here a short time, I ended up living here for about 7 months now. And I love it here. Correction : I love him. Yuki Eiri, is so perfect. I'm just so happy I bumped into him that day. But, one thing. I've asked him if he ever dated someone else before, then he acts all different. He just refuses to talk about it. It can't be that bad. I seriously doubt it. But now, I plan to find out about it. If it's that serious, he would more than likely keep a picture of her. I opened the door to his office, a place where he lets me go into, but prefers I don't go in there. So it's definatly in there. I opened up the first drawer to find pens, paper, labels, notes, and various office things. In the second drawer the same things. I was getting irritated. I opened all of the drawers. Nothing! What's with this. The only place left is his bedroom. He often wouldn't let me in there, but he said if I needed to get something, I can go in. And now, I need to get something. I knew it wasn't in his nightstand, for he only kept books and other things he might need in the night. I looked in his closet, the tops of it, and still found nothing. I opened one of his cabinets that sort of serve as dressers/cabinets of random things he needed to organize. The top drawers were his clothes, and I didn't plan to go there. I opened the lower compartments, and found random things, souvenirs, some cute little things, stuffed animals, lighters, etc. I decided to pick up his lighter, since he didn't smoke a lot, but wanted to look at it anyway. It seemed expensive, it being made of platinum, or silver maybe. On the other side, was a sticker. The border was pink, and a dog and sheep were hanging by the sides of it. I saw Yuki, but I gasped when I saw the other person Yuki was with. The fact that he appeared to be male and he had PINK hair, which I found somehow not disturbing, but for a guy? And for some reason, shock shook my body, I shook, a lot. At first, it was just my body shaking, but then, I realized that other things were shaking, the beds, the tables, paintings, everything. It took my brain a while to register it while it's in panic. I wasn't capable to create such things, I know I am shaking, but to make everything else shake? Then it hit me, literally. As a book fell off the shelf and hit me, I realized it, it's an earthquake. I know Tokyo has many earthquakes, but not NOW. I panicked, and ran for the door. Unfortunately, I was on the other side of the room, completely across from the door. I couldn't even keep my balance as the house shook crazily. But my mind was the same way. Why did I feel so, so, shaken by this person? I don't even know who they are, or what relation he was with Yuki. But as I got closer to the door, I felt so strange. At one point, I had completely forgotten everything, who's house was I in, where is this earthquake happening? Just as soon as it came, it went. And now I was fussing with a bunch of memories I don't even think I remember doing. I was trying to organize them, thinking about them. All of this happening in my head, was happening so fast, I had barely reached halfway to the door. Seeing that the door would get me soon, I ran faster, but I piece of the building had gotten me first. I saw those memories that seem familiar to me, but I know they aren't mine. Just as I figured out everything, I felt something crush into my side, fell to the ground, and the last sound I heard, was the sound of objects crushing into my body.
Yuki's POV
I rushed to Natsumi's room. Those damn nurses finally let me visit her. At the time of the earthquake, I was at NG studios, a place that was quite safe during such things, for it's a expensive building. The earthquake hit a scale of eight or nine in the mercalli scale. The structure of our house was alright, but many heavy objects had fallen off. Natsumi shouldn't have been in my room, my room had so many bookcases, desks, heavy furniture etc. I knew I should of just told her about Shuichi, but I couldn't bring myself to it. He was one of the major reasons I fell in love with her. She had Shuichi's zest for life, but in a more quiet way. But I wasn't sure I was really in love with her. I never actually got over Shuichi's death. Never. I had even tried dating girls before Natsumi, but they all never got me over him. I still pain about it. After all of these years. I've written about these situations before in my books, and I thought that was utterly stupid. I thought "Just get over him. There's other people". I never thought of it as a difficult thing, but now, it's seems impossible to not think about him. I don't want to forget about him, but I know I have to. Form he's not coming back, so I should stop grieving. But it's so hard. I stopped as I had got to her room. I opened it slowly, hearing it creak slowly. I stepped in and closed the door quietly behind me. I wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake, they didn't tell me. She appeared to be sleeping, her eyes were closed. She looked so, different. Not just her appearance, but her presence. It's hasn't really changed, but it's different. I saw her eyes open, she blinked a couple times. Then turned to look at me. At first she seemed sort of shocked I was there, calmed herself, but didn't say anything. "Natsumi? Are you ok?" I asked as softly as I could, she seemed like she didn't want to see me here. She again got a shocked expression, but turned her head to the pillows, but said softly, "Yeah, I'm fine". "Natsumi?" She's acting strange. Since I always put out my feelings better in actions then in words, I loved closer and brushed my lips against hers. My hand was
Moving through her smooth purple hair. I felt the nape of her neck as I trailed won her hair. I stopped. I felt a sort of break in her hair. No, that's not a right way to say it, The hair seemed to slightly tilt in, then the hair came back up. There's was only reason for this. I slowly moved my fingers to where the break was, and pulled. I saw the purple of her hair slowly melt away and slowly blend into……………pink. I slipped the purple hair off, and looked at it in my hand. A wig. I looked back at her, wrong, him. I stood there in shock. Green eyes blinked at me, then started to water. Green?! I thought it was blue…..contacts. I stood there in confusion and with those fake green eyes staring at me.
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Surprise! If you don't know who the person really is even though I SAID that the hair was pink, it's the one and only Shu-chan! I'll explain everything in the next chapter. PLEASE give me some feedback, onegai? I know it's stupid, but please? -watery eyes-. Anyway, see ya later in the next chapters!
Yuki's POV
It's been 4 years since Shuichi's death. After the incident, I went back home alone, which is something I'm not used to. I'm right now 26. And the angelic idiot would have turned into an adult and be 23. The doctors of Kyoto also seemed in denial at the time, because they rushed him to the hospital to see if there was another reason why he died, like poison or something. They didn't want to believe he had committed suicide. Bad Luck has changed too. They didn't want to continue on without him, and putting someone else in his place would be like trying to say you wish he died, which absolutely so one wanted, except maybe ASK. The media had been completely saddened about the fact, especially the way he died, how they were on the top of the world, etc. I've seen a lot of girls crying out on the streets thinking about it. They were hurt of course, but not as much as me. But I've learned something from it I guess, now I try to be less cold to people, and more eager to cooperate. I haven't moved any of the stuff in his room, because to me it's like digging up a coffin, and throwing it away somewhere. I suppose it's all for the best, but I still think about that idiotic angel. He was beautiful, sexy, all in some innocent way. He was just had this spirit which I thought could never die down, no matter what the cause. But I guess it had died without me knowing it.
I strolled around the sidewalk, just coming out of a interview, and out to go get something to eat. I hadn't really smoked just because I liked it, like I used to, but I did when I was stressed about something. The same applies to alcohol. The idiot would want me to. I felt a gust of air, then my head rushed when I was pushed down to the floor hard. I held my head and rubbed it, trying to make the pain lessen. I heard a moan ahead of me. I got up to see the person I had hit. She had been sprawled out on the floor, her hair and skirt had all been fanned around her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up. "Are you ok Miss?" She blinked, trying to focus her eyes. I studied her while she tried to come back to her senses. She had long dark purple hair, and interestingly, a pair of bright green eyes, Which is unusual because the shade of the green, but no unattractively so. It's just unique to me. She wasn't that tall, maybe a head shorter than me, and was wearing a white shirt, with a blue vest over it, and a blue skirt slightly above her knees. "Yeah, I'm ok. Are you ok? I hit you kind of hard. I'm so sorry, I was just in a rush to go somewhere and I wasn't looking where I was going" she said. I shook my head, "No, it's alright. I also should have been paying attention. Well, why were you in such a rush?". She looked a little shocked, and then she replied sheepishly, "Well, I'm a announcer, you know like people that announce stuff at like concerts, sport games, etc. Well, you see, this person keeps getting me to get jobs, but he's REALLY scary…he freaks me out…so I want to get away from him as soon as possible. Oh, I'm sorry to bother you like this, first I bump into you, and then I start blabbering away like am idiot.". "No, it's quite alright. Would you like to have lunch with me?" I asked. She seemed nice. Or so she seemed. She looked a bit shocked, but replied, "Oh, thanks. I would like to have company. I don't live with anyone, and since I just came here and everything". So I went off to talk her off to a small café that I've taken a liking to.
After the waiter took our menus, we went on to do a little chit-chat. "So, may you first at least tell me what your name is Miss?" I asked. She seemed to me was a sort of blush before answering, "Natsumi Sakuragi. And yours is…"she said. "Yuki Eiri" I said, without much tone. "Oh! So You are that novelist my friend was talking about. She is just in love with your work. I've read a couple of them, they are so sweet!" she exclaimed. "Thank you for your compliment Miss Natsumi." I said. "Oh, yeah, you said something about just moving here? "Oh, yeah. I just got here from Kyoto. I'm not going to be staying here long. I'm just looking for a little place for right now." she answered happily. She seemed excited to be here. "Have you done any jobs here before?" I asked. "Yup! I did mostly a lot of concerts here, since I have a loud voice, they said it would be appropriate for concerts and all". " I see" I said, just as our orders came.
Natsumi (the girl)'s POV
Though I was only was supposed to live here a short time, I ended up living here for about 7 months now. And I love it here. Correction : I love him. Yuki Eiri, is so perfect. I'm just so happy I bumped into him that day. But, one thing. I've asked him if he ever dated someone else before, then he acts all different. He just refuses to talk about it. It can't be that bad. I seriously doubt it. But now, I plan to find out about it. If it's that serious, he would more than likely keep a picture of her. I opened the door to his office, a place where he lets me go into, but prefers I don't go in there. So it's definatly in there. I opened up the first drawer to find pens, paper, labels, notes, and various office things. In the second drawer the same things. I was getting irritated. I opened all of the drawers. Nothing! What's with this. The only place left is his bedroom. He often wouldn't let me in there, but he said if I needed to get something, I can go in. And now, I need to get something. I knew it wasn't in his nightstand, for he only kept books and other things he might need in the night. I looked in his closet, the tops of it, and still found nothing. I opened one of his cabinets that sort of serve as dressers/cabinets of random things he needed to organize. The top drawers were his clothes, and I didn't plan to go there. I opened the lower compartments, and found random things, souvenirs, some cute little things, stuffed animals, lighters, etc. I decided to pick up his lighter, since he didn't smoke a lot, but wanted to look at it anyway. It seemed expensive, it being made of platinum, or silver maybe. On the other side, was a sticker. The border was pink, and a dog and sheep were hanging by the sides of it. I saw Yuki, but I gasped when I saw the other person Yuki was with. The fact that he appeared to be male and he had PINK hair, which I found somehow not disturbing, but for a guy? And for some reason, shock shook my body, I shook, a lot. At first, it was just my body shaking, but then, I realized that other things were shaking, the beds, the tables, paintings, everything. It took my brain a while to register it while it's in panic. I wasn't capable to create such things, I know I am shaking, but to make everything else shake? Then it hit me, literally. As a book fell off the shelf and hit me, I realized it, it's an earthquake. I know Tokyo has many earthquakes, but not NOW. I panicked, and ran for the door. Unfortunately, I was on the other side of the room, completely across from the door. I couldn't even keep my balance as the house shook crazily. But my mind was the same way. Why did I feel so, so, shaken by this person? I don't even know who they are, or what relation he was with Yuki. But as I got closer to the door, I felt so strange. At one point, I had completely forgotten everything, who's house was I in, where is this earthquake happening? Just as soon as it came, it went. And now I was fussing with a bunch of memories I don't even think I remember doing. I was trying to organize them, thinking about them. All of this happening in my head, was happening so fast, I had barely reached halfway to the door. Seeing that the door would get me soon, I ran faster, but I piece of the building had gotten me first. I saw those memories that seem familiar to me, but I know they aren't mine. Just as I figured out everything, I felt something crush into my side, fell to the ground, and the last sound I heard, was the sound of objects crushing into my body.
Yuki's POV
I rushed to Natsumi's room. Those damn nurses finally let me visit her. At the time of the earthquake, I was at NG studios, a place that was quite safe during such things, for it's a expensive building. The earthquake hit a scale of eight or nine in the mercalli scale. The structure of our house was alright, but many heavy objects had fallen off. Natsumi shouldn't have been in my room, my room had so many bookcases, desks, heavy furniture etc. I knew I should of just told her about Shuichi, but I couldn't bring myself to it. He was one of the major reasons I fell in love with her. She had Shuichi's zest for life, but in a more quiet way. But I wasn't sure I was really in love with her. I never actually got over Shuichi's death. Never. I had even tried dating girls before Natsumi, but they all never got me over him. I still pain about it. After all of these years. I've written about these situations before in my books, and I thought that was utterly stupid. I thought "Just get over him. There's other people". I never thought of it as a difficult thing, but now, it's seems impossible to not think about him. I don't want to forget about him, but I know I have to. Form he's not coming back, so I should stop grieving. But it's so hard. I stopped as I had got to her room. I opened it slowly, hearing it creak slowly. I stepped in and closed the door quietly behind me. I wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake, they didn't tell me. She appeared to be sleeping, her eyes were closed. She looked so, different. Not just her appearance, but her presence. It's hasn't really changed, but it's different. I saw her eyes open, she blinked a couple times. Then turned to look at me. At first she seemed sort of shocked I was there, calmed herself, but didn't say anything. "Natsumi? Are you ok?" I asked as softly as I could, she seemed like she didn't want to see me here. She again got a shocked expression, but turned her head to the pillows, but said softly, "Yeah, I'm fine". "Natsumi?" She's acting strange. Since I always put out my feelings better in actions then in words, I loved closer and brushed my lips against hers. My hand was
Moving through her smooth purple hair. I felt the nape of her neck as I trailed won her hair. I stopped. I felt a sort of break in her hair. No, that's not a right way to say it, The hair seemed to slightly tilt in, then the hair came back up. There's was only reason for this. I slowly moved my fingers to where the break was, and pulled. I saw the purple of her hair slowly melt away and slowly blend into……………pink. I slipped the purple hair off, and looked at it in my hand. A wig. I looked back at her, wrong, him. I stood there in shock. Green eyes blinked at me, then started to water. Green?! I thought it was blue…..contacts. I stood there in confusion and with those fake green eyes staring at me.
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Surprise! If you don't know who the person really is even though I SAID that the hair was pink, it's the one and only Shu-chan! I'll explain everything in the next chapter. PLEASE give me some feedback, onegai? I know it's stupid, but please? -watery eyes-. Anyway, see ya later in the next chapters!