Title : Morning Heartache

Author : Geno C. Ide

Rating : PG

Genre : Angst... but then we'll see...

Pairing :RuHana

Disclaimer : blah blah blah... don't own them *sigh*... Inoue does...

Warning : (pause).... (pause)..... um...... (pause still) well... (again)ow, i don't know!!!!

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[ Day 2]

No.

This is not going to happen anymore.

It didn't happen, ok?

It was wrong to cry over him.

It was wrong to cry, period.

I didn't know what came over me. All I felt was that burning sensation in my eyes and a sudden sharp pang in my chest. I don't need to elaborate. The bottom line is: it damn hurt. Every pain in me burst out yesterday. And it doesn't have to repeat itself again.

Not today. No, please not today. Never again.

It's enough distraction for one day, enough to drive me insane. How can I let that do'aho do this to me? How can I let him go unpunished?

I drove my bike as usual to school, carrying on my usual seeming indifference. Usual day, usual school, almost everything the usual.

I was awake. Now that is unusual even for me. My brain can't cope up with the fact that I'm awake, much more my body. Right now, my body was inclined to wither away. I don't know why. It just wanted to. For sure it's because of him. The do'aho. I can't believe he can actually do this to me. I can't believe I-- Damn, I can't think! What the fuck is wrong with me?!

The school gate could be seen a few meters from my view. The dainty sakura blossoms peeping up from the fence was something truly amusing.

I stopped, inclined myself and my bike to a wall, then wished so much as to drop dead at the instant.

Near the gate, guess who's there? The do'aho as usual. Walking, talking, laughing out loud that you'll wonder when will his vocal chords crack. His friends were also there, the dark haired man who frequently hangs around him and the others -- they're not much of importance though. I watched them from afar, protected from their sight by a post situated some meters away, a safe enough distance for them to not notice me. Besides they were too preoccupied with their merriment; how can he possibly perceive me? Whether his ignorance of my presence is a good thing or a bad thing, I could not contain it within me. Why then should I bother? Why then am I hiding? Why then am I scared?

Without much of delibaration, I set my route to school, nonchalant to the obvious doom of having to cross path with him.

So what is it to me? There is definitely nothing wrong with having the do'aho within proximity. I've been with him several times than I would have liked; I've survived and so did he; I've knocked his teeth off leisurely while he had me kicked on my gut. There had been nothing really bad going on between us, or rather with me, to be egotistically precise. For all I care he could have his way with that -- that pathetic bitchy girl of his.

Speaking of the devil, she was there, hanging around him wearing that icky smile of her. So she was there; what's the big deal? Of course, nothing! Absolutely, nothing! I just have to pass through them then I could live normally. Viola! I just have to stop staring disgustedly at that idiot girl (wishing so much for her to combust right on the spot) as she smiles sweetly at him while the do'aho flashes for the nth time his big stupid grin; just have to ignore their unconscious yet tender display of proximal intimacy which was sickeningly cute to bear; just have to ignore the feathery touch he had bestowed lately across her cheeks as a sakura leaf entangled itself to her hair; just have to bare the look of love he undyingly bestow on her which in fact I couldn't.

And I passed them.

I passed him.....

Unharmed.

Without even the usual 'Oi, baka kitsune!' to greet me.

Without him noticing me, without even taking his beautiful honey eyes to look at me.

I'm not going to cry....

Not now. Please... not now....

Ow, shit!

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Geno : ow, agony.... (shrugs)