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Their Situation

Chapter 2

School seemed to dawdle by, hanging onto every minute and changing them into hours. Arima tapped his pencil impatiently on the desk, staring at his blank sheet of paper.

Heck, I cannot keep my head straight today…he thought. Running a hair through his hair, he waited for the teacher to close her book and tell everyone they could leave. Arima turned his head to his left and saw her scribbling furiously on her paper, eraser in hand. He smiled to himself, and thanked the gods for blessing him with her. He could not live without her. He couldn't

Finally, the teacher closed her book, got up and allowed the students to leave. They tucked their papers away, Yukino wanting to finish the last of her essay. Arima got up and sat down in the seat in front of her. She looked up, her reddish hair tumbling behind her neck. A warm smile crossed her face as she put her paper away with her eraser and pencil.

"Arima!" she exclaimed happily, "What are we going to do this afternoon?"


He thought for a minute before answering. "Um…it's nice outside. We could go play tennis…" he suggested.

"Haiii!!" she said happily. "That would be so much fun! Oh…wait…don't you have kendo?" Her expressing faltered.

"Not today…" he said, watching her sad expression bright up.

They walked out together, basking in the warm sunlight. She held onto his arm tightly, grinning like a Cheshire cat. They decided to meet again after they changed out of their uniforms.

An hour later, give or take a few minutes, they met at the fork in the road, dressed in simple shorts and tee shirts. Arima handed her an old tennis racket of his that still looked brand new. Now, they went off towards the tennis court. The walk there was quiet, the two making their way on the desolate streets. A few clouds drifted by, the wind carrying them east. The two rounded the corner and saw the tennis court in view.

"Ariiiima-kuuun!" a voice squealed from the side.


Soichiro turned his head and saw the source of the voice; Asaba. He cringed as the male danced towards him, and he wasn't the only one. It seemed that they were all taking a break from playing. Tsubasa, Tsunami, and Sakura sat on the sidelines, drinking water and wiping off their sweat.

"ARIMMMMMA!!" Tsubasa cried, jumping poor Arima before Asaba could.

Yukino stifled a laugh as Asaba saw red. "BAKA!!" he screamed in rage, throwing Tsubasa off and then cuddling up to Arima. Soichiro pushed them both off, the two struggling against him.

"You don't think I'm sexy??" Asaba said, rubbing his abdomen.


"Ecchi!!" they all cried.

Laughter broke through and they all resumed their friendly game of tennis. First it was Sakura versus Tsubasa. Tsubasa complained that there was a height difference and stormed off into the sidelines. Next was Yukino versus Tsunami. He let her have the first serve but she failed to do it well. Asaba, being the gentleman that he is (cough), walked onto the court and helped her. He moved her arm with his to show her the proper position in which to serve the ball.

Arima felt his blood boiling. She was letting him touch her…only he was allowed to be close to her. He clenched his fists, trying to control himself from punching Asaba right in his pretty face. Asaba finally finished his 'lessons' and left Yukino. She served well, and the game was on its way.

Hours flew by, and the sun began to set. Arima tried to push the experience behind him, but with no avail. The streetlights flashed on as the stars became more and more visible in the night sky.

"We better be going…" Tsunami said, looking up.

"Hai."

They packed up and left, parting in different directions. Yukino walked with Arima, the cold night air chilling her. She looked up at him and noticed his usual bright self was darker.

"Why…" he began, ice seeming warmer than his voice.

"What?" Yukino asked, confused.

"You let him touch you…"

"Who?" she asked, still lost.

"Asaba. That bastard…"

"Arima-kun!! Don't talk about him that way. Besides, he was helping me!!" she retorted, a bit confused and angered.

"Liar!!" he screamed at her.

"Arima Soiuchiro!!" she said furiously. "Why are you saying all this?? He didn't do anything but help!!" Tears began to cling to her eyes. "If you can't trust me, I don't think we can continue our relationship…" she said softly.

She handed him his tennis racket and wiped away her tears. She then ran off back to her house, her heart torn in half. She heard footsteps come after her, but only listened, not stopping. She didn't want to see him or talk to him.

Arima, however, had different plans. He had long legs and ran faster than she could, even after her head start. He caught her arm, and violently tossed her against the wall. She struggled against him as he caged her between his arms.

"Arima! Let me go!" she demanded, tears spilling freely down her face.

"NO!! You can't leave me!! I won't let you!" he cried.

There eyes locked together as the tension smoothed over a bit.

"Arima…" she said angrily, but softly."

"I can't live without you…" he sobbed, his head hanging.

Her angered washed over, pity now coming in to play. She reached to touch his face, hesitant at first but then letting it relax on the curve of his cheek. He looked up at her, and placed his hand over hers.

"You are everything to me. I cannot go on without you…" he said, his voice hoarse.

She smiled, her knees melting.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" he said.

She nodded and hugged him, his tears wetting her shirt. He truly loved her with all his heart. And her, the same. Soon after, they walked home together, the past put behind them.

Ohhh! Another chapter! Yay! Thanks for all your reviews! :D More to come!!