Sakuragi
Okay. So I pitied that Kitsune. Fine. I'll admit it.
In any case, I found my situation much better than his. Though I was orphaned, I still had a distant aunt in Kyoto who sent me some money for my basic needs. And even if the school population avoided me, I still had the Guntai.
I think he didn't really have any friends since I could see him being consumed with envy as he waited upon us with beer and snacks. We the Sakuragi Guntai were one. We would stand up for each other, despite constant childish bickering and squabbling.
In short, they were like the brothers I never had.
We were just doing our usual thing: joking and teasing each other while Rukawa watched, left out.
Being the magnanimous tensai, I decided to pull him into the conversation. He just looked so left out and forlorn, like a... lost child.
But our 'conversation' with him was still restricted to monosyllabic replies from him. It didn't seem to help, but I thought I saw some life coming into his normally cold eyes.
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I suppose I envied him.
That stupid Kitsune. He owned all the Nike merchandise anyone could ever want.
After all, all he earned went into his own pocket. He could do anything he wanted with his money after paying his bills.
Ah I dream of the day when i can spend my money on clothes and stuff I wanted.
I guess I eat too much.
Rukawa
It seems strange to me, but I felt closer to that do'ahou after we met at the club that day.
Very strange indeed. Because we didn't talk much. Or rather, he was trying to get me to talk but nothing substantial came of the (one-sided) conversation.
So why would I feel closer to him? Hmm.
He made the old me resurface. But I suppressed the urge to act the way I used to.
Anyhow, the chance meeting at the pub with that do'ahou changed my impression of him. I always thought he was nothing but a hollow loudmouth. But now I know he's really a sensitive guy. With a big ego.
Who does not befriend someone for what he seems to be but for what he really is.
I suppose he'd make a good friend.
And that is what I need most:a true friend.
But with his dislike for me, thanks to Akagi Haruko (if he didn't like her and if she didn't like me, then I suppose we'd have become good friends). I had absolutely no idea how to approach him...
*thinks hard*
'Anou... do'ahou... can I be your friend?'
*stops thinking*
That'd never work in a million years on that do'ahou.
*******
It was lunch break and I was alone, nibbing on bread with margarine. Nothing else. I really needed new socks, you see.
I slipped into a reverie of money and new socks, my 'sandwich' halfway to my mouth. And was quickly, rudely snapped out of it by a light tap on my shoulder.
Who else but Mito Yohei, the do'ahou's best friend.
'You sure you're only eating that for lunch?'
'Yeah'
'No wonder you're so thin!'
He was about to walk off when I stopped him,'Mito...' He half-turned his head.
'Ano, I wish I had friends... Do you think I could get to know that d'-- Sakuragi better?'
'Are you gay?'
I put all the force within me into my next word,'NO.'
Me? Gay? HAH!
'Whoa man, cool it. Just worried that hentais would come after Hanamichi... he's really naïve, you know. Hmm, why don't you come on MSN at 8 tonight. I'll 'introduce' you to him.'
Thank God for technology. This way, I wouldn't need to face the do'ahou to know him.
A/n: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I wrote it during class camp, so I'm sorry if some parts don't connect.
Okay. So I pitied that Kitsune. Fine. I'll admit it.
In any case, I found my situation much better than his. Though I was orphaned, I still had a distant aunt in Kyoto who sent me some money for my basic needs. And even if the school population avoided me, I still had the Guntai.
I think he didn't really have any friends since I could see him being consumed with envy as he waited upon us with beer and snacks. We the Sakuragi Guntai were one. We would stand up for each other, despite constant childish bickering and squabbling.
In short, they were like the brothers I never had.
We were just doing our usual thing: joking and teasing each other while Rukawa watched, left out.
Being the magnanimous tensai, I decided to pull him into the conversation. He just looked so left out and forlorn, like a... lost child.
But our 'conversation' with him was still restricted to monosyllabic replies from him. It didn't seem to help, but I thought I saw some life coming into his normally cold eyes.
********
I suppose I envied him.
That stupid Kitsune. He owned all the Nike merchandise anyone could ever want.
After all, all he earned went into his own pocket. He could do anything he wanted with his money after paying his bills.
Ah I dream of the day when i can spend my money on clothes and stuff I wanted.
I guess I eat too much.
Rukawa
It seems strange to me, but I felt closer to that do'ahou after we met at the club that day.
Very strange indeed. Because we didn't talk much. Or rather, he was trying to get me to talk but nothing substantial came of the (one-sided) conversation.
So why would I feel closer to him? Hmm.
He made the old me resurface. But I suppressed the urge to act the way I used to.
Anyhow, the chance meeting at the pub with that do'ahou changed my impression of him. I always thought he was nothing but a hollow loudmouth. But now I know he's really a sensitive guy. With a big ego.
Who does not befriend someone for what he seems to be but for what he really is.
I suppose he'd make a good friend.
And that is what I need most:a true friend.
But with his dislike for me, thanks to Akagi Haruko (if he didn't like her and if she didn't like me, then I suppose we'd have become good friends). I had absolutely no idea how to approach him...
*thinks hard*
'Anou... do'ahou... can I be your friend?'
*stops thinking*
That'd never work in a million years on that do'ahou.
*******
It was lunch break and I was alone, nibbing on bread with margarine. Nothing else. I really needed new socks, you see.
I slipped into a reverie of money and new socks, my 'sandwich' halfway to my mouth. And was quickly, rudely snapped out of it by a light tap on my shoulder.
Who else but Mito Yohei, the do'ahou's best friend.
'You sure you're only eating that for lunch?'
'Yeah'
'No wonder you're so thin!'
He was about to walk off when I stopped him,'Mito...' He half-turned his head.
'Ano, I wish I had friends... Do you think I could get to know that d'-- Sakuragi better?'
'Are you gay?'
I put all the force within me into my next word,'NO.'
Me? Gay? HAH!
'Whoa man, cool it. Just worried that hentais would come after Hanamichi... he's really naïve, you know. Hmm, why don't you come on MSN at 8 tonight. I'll 'introduce' you to him.'
Thank God for technology. This way, I wouldn't need to face the do'ahou to know him.
A/n: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I wrote it during class camp, so I'm sorry if some parts don't connect.