Notes: I don't own the AnC characters, so don't sue me. Some of the characters will be a little OOC (especially Chidori). Also, I can't say I'm a brilliant writer but I'd like to be better- please criticize in your reviews (as well as talk about how great I am, hehe) but not by flaming me.
The prologue and first few chapters will start out kinda slow and mushy, but trust me, it'll get better later on and you'll thank me for writing the beginning.
Chapter 1
Innocent Love
I dialed the familiar number, and my heart skipped a beat as I heard her beautiful voice say, "Konnichiwa. Oh, hi, Yuuhi-kun!" It wasn't that I was nervous about talking to her; I was merely excited. All through my mindless chat with Aya, I thought of how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be with her – forever, no matter how annoying she could get, and about how happy I was to be in love.
"Aya." I paused, then nervously asked, "Have you figured out who I like?"
"Yeah..." I could imagine her nodding her head, thinking it was nothing. As if I hadn't thought about what a pain in the ass she could be, and how terrible it would be living with that bitch, yet still wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. As if I sort of wanted to date her, but saw her more as just a friend. As if she wasn't everything to me.
I knew that I wanted to tell her eventually. Some time during our lives, she'd have to know how I truly felt about her. I probably should tell her now, just in case I can't tell her tomorrow, yet somehow I can't bring myself to do it. It's not as if I feel that telling her would ruin anything. Sure, it would change things, maybe for the worse, but it'd be worth it to have her know. Maybe I'm a coward. Or maybe I'm not sure of my own feelings…. Whatever it is, I'm willing to take the risk of there not being a tomorrow. I'll just wait until I'm no longer a coward and until I'm sure I'm in love. It doesn't really matter, as long as she knows some day. For now, why not just celebrate our friendship?
"Yuuhi!" Mrs. Q interrupted my thoughts and my conversation. "Can you make dinner tonight?"
"Hai, hai!" Then, directing my voice to the telephone, I reluctantly told Aya, "Look, I've got to go cook."
"All right. See ya." Upon those words, I smiled. I would love to see you, Aya.
Shit, I'm obsessed. Two little words, a simple expression that people sometimes used when they didn't even have any plans of seeing the other person. This was one of those times when she had no plans to see me, yet I was practically jumping for joy. I was so excited at her telling me good-bye! Love… It makes you happy at times when it makes no sense. When I fell in love, I had stumbled upon the greatest thing in the world. Within it, I found eternal happiness.
These thoughts in mind, I proceeded to the kitchen to cook. It was just like I always did, pulling out vegetables and noodles and spices, chopping and boiling and frying. Cooking was the same every day, but not monotonous. I enjoyed the routineness of it. Cooking was something I could always look forward to doing, just as I could always look forward to having another pleasant, innocent conversation with Aya. Why did people yearn for more excitement in their lives, when they could simply fall in love and instantly have their entire lives made for them?
I finished cooking the gourmet noodle dish, set the table, and called Mrs. Q and Suzumi into the kitchen to eat. "Oishii!" shouted Mrs. Q in her amusing, manly voice. She's the housekeeper for me and Suzumi, my step sister who was nearly old enough to be my mother. I really respected Suzumi, and could talk to her about almost anything. As I sat at the table eating my delicious meal, if I don't say so myself, I figured that she would probably be the first person I'd talk about my love for Aya to. Although she was significantly older than me, she had met many of my friends- Aya, Tooya, Chidori, and the rest of them- and was almost as close a friend to them as I was. She was always giving advice to all of us, on any topic we wanted to discuss with her, from friends to philosophy. She was always clear-headed, soft-spoken, and open-minded. To me, she was the closest I had to a role model. To others, I'm sure she was a role model.
"Nee, Yuuhi-kun, how's school going?" Suzumi asked, breaking my chain of thought.
"All right," I said, giving my typical I-haven't-really-thought-about-it-and-this-is-a-stupid-subject answer.
"Got a girlfriend yet?"
"Nah."
"You know, Aya doesn't have a boyfriend," Mrs. Q butted in, obviously trying to get me and Aya together. I couldn't help but smile at the idea of being with her, but at the same time. Blushing heavily, I thought of equally embarrasing replies I could make, but decided against it. Instead, I simply finished my meal in silence and cleared the table.
The prologue and first few chapters will start out kinda slow and mushy, but trust me, it'll get better later on and you'll thank me for writing the beginning.
Chapter 1
Innocent Love
I dialed the familiar number, and my heart skipped a beat as I heard her beautiful voice say, "Konnichiwa. Oh, hi, Yuuhi-kun!" It wasn't that I was nervous about talking to her; I was merely excited. All through my mindless chat with Aya, I thought of how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be with her – forever, no matter how annoying she could get, and about how happy I was to be in love.
"Aya." I paused, then nervously asked, "Have you figured out who I like?"
"Yeah..." I could imagine her nodding her head, thinking it was nothing. As if I hadn't thought about what a pain in the ass she could be, and how terrible it would be living with that bitch, yet still wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. As if I sort of wanted to date her, but saw her more as just a friend. As if she wasn't everything to me.
I knew that I wanted to tell her eventually. Some time during our lives, she'd have to know how I truly felt about her. I probably should tell her now, just in case I can't tell her tomorrow, yet somehow I can't bring myself to do it. It's not as if I feel that telling her would ruin anything. Sure, it would change things, maybe for the worse, but it'd be worth it to have her know. Maybe I'm a coward. Or maybe I'm not sure of my own feelings…. Whatever it is, I'm willing to take the risk of there not being a tomorrow. I'll just wait until I'm no longer a coward and until I'm sure I'm in love. It doesn't really matter, as long as she knows some day. For now, why not just celebrate our friendship?
"Yuuhi!" Mrs. Q interrupted my thoughts and my conversation. "Can you make dinner tonight?"
"Hai, hai!" Then, directing my voice to the telephone, I reluctantly told Aya, "Look, I've got to go cook."
"All right. See ya." Upon those words, I smiled. I would love to see you, Aya.
Shit, I'm obsessed. Two little words, a simple expression that people sometimes used when they didn't even have any plans of seeing the other person. This was one of those times when she had no plans to see me, yet I was practically jumping for joy. I was so excited at her telling me good-bye! Love… It makes you happy at times when it makes no sense. When I fell in love, I had stumbled upon the greatest thing in the world. Within it, I found eternal happiness.
These thoughts in mind, I proceeded to the kitchen to cook. It was just like I always did, pulling out vegetables and noodles and spices, chopping and boiling and frying. Cooking was the same every day, but not monotonous. I enjoyed the routineness of it. Cooking was something I could always look forward to doing, just as I could always look forward to having another pleasant, innocent conversation with Aya. Why did people yearn for more excitement in their lives, when they could simply fall in love and instantly have their entire lives made for them?
I finished cooking the gourmet noodle dish, set the table, and called Mrs. Q and Suzumi into the kitchen to eat. "Oishii!" shouted Mrs. Q in her amusing, manly voice. She's the housekeeper for me and Suzumi, my step sister who was nearly old enough to be my mother. I really respected Suzumi, and could talk to her about almost anything. As I sat at the table eating my delicious meal, if I don't say so myself, I figured that she would probably be the first person I'd talk about my love for Aya to. Although she was significantly older than me, she had met many of my friends- Aya, Tooya, Chidori, and the rest of them- and was almost as close a friend to them as I was. She was always giving advice to all of us, on any topic we wanted to discuss with her, from friends to philosophy. She was always clear-headed, soft-spoken, and open-minded. To me, she was the closest I had to a role model. To others, I'm sure she was a role model.
"Nee, Yuuhi-kun, how's school going?" Suzumi asked, breaking my chain of thought.
"All right," I said, giving my typical I-haven't-really-thought-about-it-and-this-is-a-stupid-subject answer.
"Got a girlfriend yet?"
"Nah."
"You know, Aya doesn't have a boyfriend," Mrs. Q butted in, obviously trying to get me and Aya together. I couldn't help but smile at the idea of being with her, but at the same time. Blushing heavily, I thought of equally embarrasing replies I could make, but decided against it. Instead, I simply finished my meal in silence and cleared the table.
