Title: Friends, Lovers and Brothers
Authors Note: Is this fic like. not nice? Well, then, pls review me.
Chapter 3-What it means to be loved
'You'll stay in my house tonight,' Rukawa said, tying to break a not uncomfortable silence. Never in his life had he ever tried to break a silence. He liked it, but now he wanted to hear Aya say something.
'Okay. thanks,' Aya replied with some hesitation. They walked the rest of the way, with Rukawa pushing his bike, quietly, yet they both felt comfortable as if they really understood each other (which they did.) He kept glancing over towards her. Whenever she's with Sendo, they seem to radiate a kind of light which he didn't understand. An aura of. friendship. Of white light. Unknown to even himself, he wanted to be accepted as their friend, mostly because other people's friendship weren't like that.(mind you, he'd rather be alone than with a circle of other friends.) Yet he was the only one who saw them that way, probably because he was the only one who actually saw them together (or probably because he was destined to be one of them. You're not supposed to know this but I bet it's pretty obvious)
* * * * * * * *
'Now Rukawa's found out. But, why did he save me?' That question kept repeating itself in me. But I thank God that Rukawa was there. I couldn't believe that he hit my dad though. I could fight, but definitely not against my dad. Somehow, now, when I'm with Rukawa, I feel as though I am with Sendo. Complete confidence that he would always be there when I need him. I feel peaceful, knowing that he's here. His very presence soothes me. I feel he cares for me. Sendo does. He loves me and cares for me.
Now, for some reason or another, I seem to feel Rukawa does too. I feel comfortable with him, probably I always felt like that, even in his quiet relationship with me, But I never realized it because I have a natural distrust in human's honesty and sincerity considering the way I've been treated. The only person I ever trusted was Sendo. and. my mom. I looked up at the moon that was shining down brightly, lighting up the darkened sky. The stars twinkled merrily and at that moment I wished my mother was here right now to see how her daughter had grown.
I saw how surprised his parents were when we reached his house. I don't think they were shocked that my uniform was torn. Nor were they worried by the fact that it was practically 8:50 pm, a little to late for a girl (with torn clothes) to be out alone with a guy. I think the main cause of their surprise was the very fact that Rukawa was actually bringing a FRIEND back, let alone a girl.
'Please can she stay here?,' His parents seemed to understand him perfectly. They asked no questions. I envied him. Just like in Sendo's home, I could feel the perfectness of their parents care towards them. Rukawa's mom, a little shorter than me, with her Rukawa-like blue eyes that were sparkling with kindness, took my hand, guided me upstairs talking to me at the same time, making me feel rather breathless (as I don't talk much), you know the normal stuff, make yourself at home, would you mind sleeping in Rukawa's room (I couldn't say no could I?) and all kinds of stuff. It had been a long time since someone talked to me like that (excluding Sendo). In fact, I think nobody ever spoke to me like that. At last, we stopped in front of their bathroom.
'Do you mind having my clothes?' She asked kindly.
'It's okay aunty, I always carry a pair of spare clothes in my school back which I managed to grab before coming here,' I replied showing her my pair of home clothes as well as spare school uniform. The cold wall around me was sort of already softening. After taking my bath, I was shown to Rukawa's room. Mrs. Rukawa asked me whether I wanted dinner. I refused politely saying I wasn't hungry. Meanwhile, Rukawa's dad was talking to him.
* * * * * * * *
'Who is this girl?' Mr. Rukawa asked. He was average in height and had Rukawa's hair colour. He also had this friendly, slightly crooked smile. His smiling eyes would attract almost anyone. (these description about Rukawa's parents are made-up. If they were so jovial, how could their son be so cold?)
'My basketball club mate,' he replied.
'She seems very innocent and scared. Care to tell me what's going on?' Mr. Rukawa asked. He respected his son's privacy and would respect his decision if he refused to explain what was going on. Anyway, no matter how curious he is, Rukawa was still Rukawa. He would most probably keep it to himself. But to his surprise, Rukawa told him everything. Rukawa told him that she was raped etc. he even told him that they knew each other since they were three. At that time, Rukawa's mom came down and told them that Aya didn't want to eat. Rukawa nodded wondering whether he should call Sendo. He headed towards the telephone and after a moment of hesitation, he dialed Sendo's number (NOT out of memory)
'Is she eating?' Sendo questioned after Rukawa had told him everything.
'No why'd you ask?'
'Just to see if she is all right. Usually, she won't eat, which means she is so hurt and sad that she lost her appetite, which also means that she is, in a way okay. If she was too hurt and frustrated, she would start eating like crazy and would take her anger out on anything that catches her eyes. In a way, at those times, you can consider her insane and out of her mind.,' Sendo replied casually (he'd say that the world was gong to end casually too)
'I would come over, but I don't think she would like it nor do I think it is very nice. I mean it is like practically 10 pm.'
'Okay,' was all Rukawa answered. He then quickly ate and bathed. Then he headed towards his room, knocked and entered. She was sitting on the second bed, (There are two beds in Rukawa's room) looking out into the night where the moon was glimmering beautifully in the dark night sky, and where fantasies can lead you far away into a world without pain.
* * * * * * * I heard him coming in. But my emotions were still in a whirl and I didn't greet him.
'Aya,' he asked a little hesitantly, 'are you okay?' I nodded. Then looking at him I asked. I asked the question which I had been pondering on for so long. It was as if I had no control over my tongue. It was shooting away like a gun.
'Why'd did you do that?'
'Do what?' I wondered whether he really didn't know or was avoiding the question.
'Help me! I mean those people who stayed around my house never bothered. The only person who ever did was Sendo. He paid terribly for helping me once that I refused to let him come near my house. Of course he opposed and tried time and time again to help me. But nobody else did. Nobody even asked me how I was! Not even my mom. Why'd you?' My voice was wavering out of control. All my hatred, hurt, anger and frustration was starting to pour out of me in a form of words and tears.
'I don't know myself,' he replied on an even tone which was the exact opposite of the tone of my voice. His statement shocked me. That is an understatement. There were practically no words that could have described what I felt even if there was a big fat dictionary in front of me.
'I never care for anyone in my life, save maybe my parents. I was happy and content being alone. I could see you were too. And I didn't even know that I actually in a way care for you. When I heard your scream, it chilled my blood. When I saw what happened, it made me mad. I just acted on impulse without even thinking. I myself wondered why I was so worried about you. Why did I bring you to my house? Nobody ever step foot in my house. But you are different from everybody. So is Sendo. Probably in my heart I always wanted to be your friend. Probably. Your friendship with Sendo is sort of different from others.' My friendship with Sendo was different? Maybe because he treated me more like his sister then like his friend.
'It is like your friendship is pure. You people genuinely love each other,' he continued. There was a long pause.
'If you don't mind me asking, how long has this been happening? Would you tell me from the beginning?' Rukawa asked me. I hesitated, but in the end decided that I already trust him. Him and his parents.
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Authors Note: Is this fic like. not nice? Well, then, pls review me.
Chapter 3-What it means to be loved
'You'll stay in my house tonight,' Rukawa said, tying to break a not uncomfortable silence. Never in his life had he ever tried to break a silence. He liked it, but now he wanted to hear Aya say something.
'Okay. thanks,' Aya replied with some hesitation. They walked the rest of the way, with Rukawa pushing his bike, quietly, yet they both felt comfortable as if they really understood each other (which they did.) He kept glancing over towards her. Whenever she's with Sendo, they seem to radiate a kind of light which he didn't understand. An aura of. friendship. Of white light. Unknown to even himself, he wanted to be accepted as their friend, mostly because other people's friendship weren't like that.(mind you, he'd rather be alone than with a circle of other friends.) Yet he was the only one who saw them that way, probably because he was the only one who actually saw them together (or probably because he was destined to be one of them. You're not supposed to know this but I bet it's pretty obvious)
* * * * * * * *
'Now Rukawa's found out. But, why did he save me?' That question kept repeating itself in me. But I thank God that Rukawa was there. I couldn't believe that he hit my dad though. I could fight, but definitely not against my dad. Somehow, now, when I'm with Rukawa, I feel as though I am with Sendo. Complete confidence that he would always be there when I need him. I feel peaceful, knowing that he's here. His very presence soothes me. I feel he cares for me. Sendo does. He loves me and cares for me.
Now, for some reason or another, I seem to feel Rukawa does too. I feel comfortable with him, probably I always felt like that, even in his quiet relationship with me, But I never realized it because I have a natural distrust in human's honesty and sincerity considering the way I've been treated. The only person I ever trusted was Sendo. and. my mom. I looked up at the moon that was shining down brightly, lighting up the darkened sky. The stars twinkled merrily and at that moment I wished my mother was here right now to see how her daughter had grown.
I saw how surprised his parents were when we reached his house. I don't think they were shocked that my uniform was torn. Nor were they worried by the fact that it was practically 8:50 pm, a little to late for a girl (with torn clothes) to be out alone with a guy. I think the main cause of their surprise was the very fact that Rukawa was actually bringing a FRIEND back, let alone a girl.
'Please can she stay here?,' His parents seemed to understand him perfectly. They asked no questions. I envied him. Just like in Sendo's home, I could feel the perfectness of their parents care towards them. Rukawa's mom, a little shorter than me, with her Rukawa-like blue eyes that were sparkling with kindness, took my hand, guided me upstairs talking to me at the same time, making me feel rather breathless (as I don't talk much), you know the normal stuff, make yourself at home, would you mind sleeping in Rukawa's room (I couldn't say no could I?) and all kinds of stuff. It had been a long time since someone talked to me like that (excluding Sendo). In fact, I think nobody ever spoke to me like that. At last, we stopped in front of their bathroom.
'Do you mind having my clothes?' She asked kindly.
'It's okay aunty, I always carry a pair of spare clothes in my school back which I managed to grab before coming here,' I replied showing her my pair of home clothes as well as spare school uniform. The cold wall around me was sort of already softening. After taking my bath, I was shown to Rukawa's room. Mrs. Rukawa asked me whether I wanted dinner. I refused politely saying I wasn't hungry. Meanwhile, Rukawa's dad was talking to him.
* * * * * * * *
'Who is this girl?' Mr. Rukawa asked. He was average in height and had Rukawa's hair colour. He also had this friendly, slightly crooked smile. His smiling eyes would attract almost anyone. (these description about Rukawa's parents are made-up. If they were so jovial, how could their son be so cold?)
'My basketball club mate,' he replied.
'She seems very innocent and scared. Care to tell me what's going on?' Mr. Rukawa asked. He respected his son's privacy and would respect his decision if he refused to explain what was going on. Anyway, no matter how curious he is, Rukawa was still Rukawa. He would most probably keep it to himself. But to his surprise, Rukawa told him everything. Rukawa told him that she was raped etc. he even told him that they knew each other since they were three. At that time, Rukawa's mom came down and told them that Aya didn't want to eat. Rukawa nodded wondering whether he should call Sendo. He headed towards the telephone and after a moment of hesitation, he dialed Sendo's number (NOT out of memory)
'Is she eating?' Sendo questioned after Rukawa had told him everything.
'No why'd you ask?'
'Just to see if she is all right. Usually, she won't eat, which means she is so hurt and sad that she lost her appetite, which also means that she is, in a way okay. If she was too hurt and frustrated, she would start eating like crazy and would take her anger out on anything that catches her eyes. In a way, at those times, you can consider her insane and out of her mind.,' Sendo replied casually (he'd say that the world was gong to end casually too)
'I would come over, but I don't think she would like it nor do I think it is very nice. I mean it is like practically 10 pm.'
'Okay,' was all Rukawa answered. He then quickly ate and bathed. Then he headed towards his room, knocked and entered. She was sitting on the second bed, (There are two beds in Rukawa's room) looking out into the night where the moon was glimmering beautifully in the dark night sky, and where fantasies can lead you far away into a world without pain.
* * * * * * * I heard him coming in. But my emotions were still in a whirl and I didn't greet him.
'Aya,' he asked a little hesitantly, 'are you okay?' I nodded. Then looking at him I asked. I asked the question which I had been pondering on for so long. It was as if I had no control over my tongue. It was shooting away like a gun.
'Why'd did you do that?'
'Do what?' I wondered whether he really didn't know or was avoiding the question.
'Help me! I mean those people who stayed around my house never bothered. The only person who ever did was Sendo. He paid terribly for helping me once that I refused to let him come near my house. Of course he opposed and tried time and time again to help me. But nobody else did. Nobody even asked me how I was! Not even my mom. Why'd you?' My voice was wavering out of control. All my hatred, hurt, anger and frustration was starting to pour out of me in a form of words and tears.
'I don't know myself,' he replied on an even tone which was the exact opposite of the tone of my voice. His statement shocked me. That is an understatement. There were practically no words that could have described what I felt even if there was a big fat dictionary in front of me.
'I never care for anyone in my life, save maybe my parents. I was happy and content being alone. I could see you were too. And I didn't even know that I actually in a way care for you. When I heard your scream, it chilled my blood. When I saw what happened, it made me mad. I just acted on impulse without even thinking. I myself wondered why I was so worried about you. Why did I bring you to my house? Nobody ever step foot in my house. But you are different from everybody. So is Sendo. Probably in my heart I always wanted to be your friend. Probably. Your friendship with Sendo is sort of different from others.' My friendship with Sendo was different? Maybe because he treated me more like his sister then like his friend.
'It is like your friendship is pure. You people genuinely love each other,' he continued. There was a long pause.
'If you don't mind me asking, how long has this been happening? Would you tell me from the beginning?' Rukawa asked me. I hesitated, but in the end decided that I already trust him. Him and his parents.
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