Diguised love - Chapter 2: Dull and grey world; by Daisuke
--- Suddenly, just at that moment, the sky darkened and started to rain heavily, soaking his beautiful red-enriched hair. His clothes were drenched and sticking to his body. His face was wet. Not of the rain, but of his tears. And why not? He was sure that his chance with his loved one was gone. She would never be his. ---
Why was this happening to him? Daisuke only wished that he could go back in time and do everything right and then Risa wouldn't be mad at him. If only. Then, without warning, one of the trash cans toppled over, spreading garbage on the floor and around Daisuke's legs. A sharp piece of glass bounced off the floor and hit his leg, cutting it deeply. In pain and some fear, he tried to stand up, clutching the dirty wall for support but could only as far up to his knees, using his other hand to hold his leg. It wasn't really as bad as it could have been, but he had never been in such a place where just the drop of things could injure you. He slowly walked towards the pile of garbage cans where the one with glass had fallen. He counted four, five including the one on the floor. Cautiously, Daisuke peered over the cans, and to his surprise, a face popped out.
"KYA!!!" he yelled, and nearly fell backwards. "Who.. who's there??"
He was about to take the trash cans apart to see who it was, but something stopped him.
It was a flash of strawberry red hair.
The face belonged to a girl. She glanced into Daisuke's eyes for a moment, staying absolutely still. Her large, curious eyes gazed into his. Daisuke, frozen by shock, stared back, not believing his eyes, for it was Risa. And yet it wasn't. It couldn't be. This girl.. she had the same red hair, but it was shorter and it was full of soot and dirt and grease. Her clothes, which were a baggy t-shirt and shorts, were old, wrinkled, faded, and had many patches and holes. Her face was not a milky-cream colour like Risa's; her face was covered in dirt like her clothes and hair. She didn't even have shoes, merely slippers which were tattered and on the brink of falling apart. But despite all of this, there was one thing whose beauty could not be erased by any amount of filth: her crystal clear, deep crimson eyes, which were almost identical to Risa's own eyes. Except for one thing.. Daisuke couldn't explain it, but it was like as though there were rugged, a strong touch of toughness living in those eyes.
'Harada-san?? Did.. did she get mugged or something??'
"Who are you?" the girl quickly demanded. Her voice was rough and yet.. it sounded like as though Risa's sweet voice was lingering somewhere in her voice, holding back. Maybe it was just that Daisuke couldn't stop thinking about Risa that would make this girl, the first person he saw since afterschool, seem like Risa, even though she might only have had red hair and crimson eyes and nothing else.
"I'm uh.. Daisuke Niwa. What's your name?"
The girl scoffed. "I'm Riku." Daisuke sighed of relief. It wasn't Risa after all. He almost laughed thinking that he thought this girl, Riku, was Risa.
Riku spoke again. "What are you doing here? I don't usually see you rich private school kids and even less on days with bad weather."
"How.. did you know what type of school I go to?" he asked, amazed.
"Are all private school kids this stupid? I recognize the style of your uniform and saw your school's logo on it too. So what are you doing here in this alley getting your precious uniform wet and dirty, huh?" Riku scoffed again.
"I uh..." Daisuke could feel his cheeks go red.
"Uh what, huh? Why don't you go back to your rich little mansion, school kid." Daisuke's face went even redder, wishing she'd call him 'Daisuke' instead of 'school kid'.
'Wait. 'School kid'? That means.. she doesn't go to school?'
"You don't go to school, Riku?"
"I go to a public school when I can." she answered like it was nothing.
"When you can? I don't understand you." Daisuke said, puzzled.
"Oh, forget it. I've been trying to get into a private school by passing exams, but if it's full of half-wits like you, I don't know if I should even bother."
"By exams? No one in our school had to pass exams, we just need to-"
"..Get in by money, no? Mr A-something. Am I right?" That was it. She passed the line. Daisuke couldn't take it anymore.
"Look, I'm sorry if I seem better than you, but I'm not. We're all people, right? And I know-"
"You know nothing, school kid. You don't know poverty, suffering, depression, hate, or pain. Or do you..? I'm guessing no." Riku shoot back. Daisuke swollowed.
"People in our city still live in poverty?" he asked in a small voice, already knowing the answer to his question.
"You really are stupid, do you know that? Of course there is still poverty!" She casted her eyes away. "I know it well.. because I do."
Daisuke stared in disbelief. "You live on the streets?" Riku's eyes flashed.
"Yea so what? Oh, who cares, I've had enough of this. Hope you get out of the rain soon, wouldn't want your precious little private school self getting sicky-poo!" She yelled in sarcasm and stormed off in the other direction and out of the alley. Daisuke, unable to think of anything else to say, shouted back, "Well, with that type of english, you'll never pass into a private school!"
'...that was defintely stupid, Daisuke.' he thought to himself. Then he turned and started back home. Only thing was, when he ran there, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going so.. he was technically lost. He didn't have any money at all, he left his wallet in his locker. Not a single coin on him. How ironic that Riku said he was a 'rich' kid when he had no coins on him at all. Besides, he couldn't see any pay phones anyways. So that was it. He was lost in a trashed, littered world. The sky was dark and still pouring, pounding on his back and made his skin shiver.
Hoping that it was maybe just that he needed a different view on things, he crossed the street, but was nearly ran over. The traffic here was bad. A person walked by, shoving him past with his shoulder without saying 'sorry' to Daisuke. The man was wearing tattered clothes and had baggy eyes. Daisuke took one look around on the new street and was blown away by the number of people living on the streets. Another person bumped into him, but this time, saying a few words.
"Hey, what's the matta? Keep your eyes on the traffic, kid! What are you, lost?' she barked at him. 'Move it!' Daisuke quickly jumped to the side. "Um.. excuse me, good m'am! Could you please tell me where I am? I actually AM lost." The woman turned around. Daisuke was slightly creeped out by her. Her hair was long on one side and cut short on the other, and though it was clear that it was dyed radiant colours, it was droned out by the over- laying original hair color of black, plus the rain which made it hard for Daisuke to see since he was constantly wiping his face of raindrops.
"What? So you don't know where you even are? You must be on dope or something. Everyone knows where this is, unless they're the type who don't care about anyone else, one of those.." she paused. "One of those wealthies," she continued, giving Daisuke a glare that sent shivers down his back. She laughed-almost cackled like a witch- and leaned forward until she was the same height as Daisuke's right ear.
"I hope you get lost here permanently, kid. So listen up. Welcome to the real world of the city. Not like the perfect, sun-shining, green-grass area side of the city you live in. That's just a fake reality. Hope you're ready, kid.' Then she laughed-cackled again, walked away, and turned at the corner. Daisuke stared after her, trying to kill the words in his head.
'That lady was just silly and really rude. This is the "real" side of the city? Where people accuse you of being on dope and scare you half to death? I don't think so. But then again.. it's so.. dull and grey here. There are people whom are..' His eyes widened. 'whom's wealth measures are U1 and under..! From the looks of it, it's probably X25 and down, but who knows. And.. who does know? Sensei said.. that if people on the streets couldn't fill out the form for whatever reasons, they weren't included.. so our city's wealth measure is actually lower than J4 and the street wealth measure is probably lower than U1 because the people who'd know how to read and write here would have some money to go to school.'
Then, unexpectly, his thoughts channeled towards Riku. 'Money for school. Riku said she could only go to school some of the time. That's most likely because of.. lack of money...' he thought to himself slowly, trying to fit the pieces together. 'And that's presumable to why she called me "rich private school kid," even if it's rather long.' Somehow, Riku had caught Daisuke's attention and he had forgotten about the baggy-eyed person and the odd-haired lady.
The water-soaked boy shook his head. 'Now.. how to get back home..?' he pondered. He sighed as he choose one direction and walked off, hoping to get back to his sweet home which he was already missing terribly.
[[ End of Chapter 2 ]]
Hmm... I have this weird thing with romance in alleys. o-O; It doesn't seem that romantic now.. just you wait. XD I might change it tho, sho don't get any ideas because you might be wrong.. XD Sorry about Oushika. o_o i didn't mean for him to have an accent. ^_^;; And again, still trying to express that Daisuke ish 'rich' and stuff.. ^^; So um.. hope j00 liked it, and if j00 did, check again later for when I have chapter 3 up. XD *gives j00 more pudding* :3
- Daisuke ( // kaoplushie@hotmail.com)
--- Suddenly, just at that moment, the sky darkened and started to rain heavily, soaking his beautiful red-enriched hair. His clothes were drenched and sticking to his body. His face was wet. Not of the rain, but of his tears. And why not? He was sure that his chance with his loved one was gone. She would never be his. ---
Why was this happening to him? Daisuke only wished that he could go back in time and do everything right and then Risa wouldn't be mad at him. If only. Then, without warning, one of the trash cans toppled over, spreading garbage on the floor and around Daisuke's legs. A sharp piece of glass bounced off the floor and hit his leg, cutting it deeply. In pain and some fear, he tried to stand up, clutching the dirty wall for support but could only as far up to his knees, using his other hand to hold his leg. It wasn't really as bad as it could have been, but he had never been in such a place where just the drop of things could injure you. He slowly walked towards the pile of garbage cans where the one with glass had fallen. He counted four, five including the one on the floor. Cautiously, Daisuke peered over the cans, and to his surprise, a face popped out.
"KYA!!!" he yelled, and nearly fell backwards. "Who.. who's there??"
He was about to take the trash cans apart to see who it was, but something stopped him.
It was a flash of strawberry red hair.
The face belonged to a girl. She glanced into Daisuke's eyes for a moment, staying absolutely still. Her large, curious eyes gazed into his. Daisuke, frozen by shock, stared back, not believing his eyes, for it was Risa. And yet it wasn't. It couldn't be. This girl.. she had the same red hair, but it was shorter and it was full of soot and dirt and grease. Her clothes, which were a baggy t-shirt and shorts, were old, wrinkled, faded, and had many patches and holes. Her face was not a milky-cream colour like Risa's; her face was covered in dirt like her clothes and hair. She didn't even have shoes, merely slippers which were tattered and on the brink of falling apart. But despite all of this, there was one thing whose beauty could not be erased by any amount of filth: her crystal clear, deep crimson eyes, which were almost identical to Risa's own eyes. Except for one thing.. Daisuke couldn't explain it, but it was like as though there were rugged, a strong touch of toughness living in those eyes.
'Harada-san?? Did.. did she get mugged or something??'
"Who are you?" the girl quickly demanded. Her voice was rough and yet.. it sounded like as though Risa's sweet voice was lingering somewhere in her voice, holding back. Maybe it was just that Daisuke couldn't stop thinking about Risa that would make this girl, the first person he saw since afterschool, seem like Risa, even though she might only have had red hair and crimson eyes and nothing else.
"I'm uh.. Daisuke Niwa. What's your name?"
The girl scoffed. "I'm Riku." Daisuke sighed of relief. It wasn't Risa after all. He almost laughed thinking that he thought this girl, Riku, was Risa.
Riku spoke again. "What are you doing here? I don't usually see you rich private school kids and even less on days with bad weather."
"How.. did you know what type of school I go to?" he asked, amazed.
"Are all private school kids this stupid? I recognize the style of your uniform and saw your school's logo on it too. So what are you doing here in this alley getting your precious uniform wet and dirty, huh?" Riku scoffed again.
"I uh..." Daisuke could feel his cheeks go red.
"Uh what, huh? Why don't you go back to your rich little mansion, school kid." Daisuke's face went even redder, wishing she'd call him 'Daisuke' instead of 'school kid'.
'Wait. 'School kid'? That means.. she doesn't go to school?'
"You don't go to school, Riku?"
"I go to a public school when I can." she answered like it was nothing.
"When you can? I don't understand you." Daisuke said, puzzled.
"Oh, forget it. I've been trying to get into a private school by passing exams, but if it's full of half-wits like you, I don't know if I should even bother."
"By exams? No one in our school had to pass exams, we just need to-"
"..Get in by money, no? Mr A-something. Am I right?" That was it. She passed the line. Daisuke couldn't take it anymore.
"Look, I'm sorry if I seem better than you, but I'm not. We're all people, right? And I know-"
"You know nothing, school kid. You don't know poverty, suffering, depression, hate, or pain. Or do you..? I'm guessing no." Riku shoot back. Daisuke swollowed.
"People in our city still live in poverty?" he asked in a small voice, already knowing the answer to his question.
"You really are stupid, do you know that? Of course there is still poverty!" She casted her eyes away. "I know it well.. because I do."
Daisuke stared in disbelief. "You live on the streets?" Riku's eyes flashed.
"Yea so what? Oh, who cares, I've had enough of this. Hope you get out of the rain soon, wouldn't want your precious little private school self getting sicky-poo!" She yelled in sarcasm and stormed off in the other direction and out of the alley. Daisuke, unable to think of anything else to say, shouted back, "Well, with that type of english, you'll never pass into a private school!"
'...that was defintely stupid, Daisuke.' he thought to himself. Then he turned and started back home. Only thing was, when he ran there, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going so.. he was technically lost. He didn't have any money at all, he left his wallet in his locker. Not a single coin on him. How ironic that Riku said he was a 'rich' kid when he had no coins on him at all. Besides, he couldn't see any pay phones anyways. So that was it. He was lost in a trashed, littered world. The sky was dark and still pouring, pounding on his back and made his skin shiver.
Hoping that it was maybe just that he needed a different view on things, he crossed the street, but was nearly ran over. The traffic here was bad. A person walked by, shoving him past with his shoulder without saying 'sorry' to Daisuke. The man was wearing tattered clothes and had baggy eyes. Daisuke took one look around on the new street and was blown away by the number of people living on the streets. Another person bumped into him, but this time, saying a few words.
"Hey, what's the matta? Keep your eyes on the traffic, kid! What are you, lost?' she barked at him. 'Move it!' Daisuke quickly jumped to the side. "Um.. excuse me, good m'am! Could you please tell me where I am? I actually AM lost." The woman turned around. Daisuke was slightly creeped out by her. Her hair was long on one side and cut short on the other, and though it was clear that it was dyed radiant colours, it was droned out by the over- laying original hair color of black, plus the rain which made it hard for Daisuke to see since he was constantly wiping his face of raindrops.
"What? So you don't know where you even are? You must be on dope or something. Everyone knows where this is, unless they're the type who don't care about anyone else, one of those.." she paused. "One of those wealthies," she continued, giving Daisuke a glare that sent shivers down his back. She laughed-almost cackled like a witch- and leaned forward until she was the same height as Daisuke's right ear.
"I hope you get lost here permanently, kid. So listen up. Welcome to the real world of the city. Not like the perfect, sun-shining, green-grass area side of the city you live in. That's just a fake reality. Hope you're ready, kid.' Then she laughed-cackled again, walked away, and turned at the corner. Daisuke stared after her, trying to kill the words in his head.
'That lady was just silly and really rude. This is the "real" side of the city? Where people accuse you of being on dope and scare you half to death? I don't think so. But then again.. it's so.. dull and grey here. There are people whom are..' His eyes widened. 'whom's wealth measures are U1 and under..! From the looks of it, it's probably X25 and down, but who knows. And.. who does know? Sensei said.. that if people on the streets couldn't fill out the form for whatever reasons, they weren't included.. so our city's wealth measure is actually lower than J4 and the street wealth measure is probably lower than U1 because the people who'd know how to read and write here would have some money to go to school.'
Then, unexpectly, his thoughts channeled towards Riku. 'Money for school. Riku said she could only go to school some of the time. That's most likely because of.. lack of money...' he thought to himself slowly, trying to fit the pieces together. 'And that's presumable to why she called me "rich private school kid," even if it's rather long.' Somehow, Riku had caught Daisuke's attention and he had forgotten about the baggy-eyed person and the odd-haired lady.
The water-soaked boy shook his head. 'Now.. how to get back home..?' he pondered. He sighed as he choose one direction and walked off, hoping to get back to his sweet home which he was already missing terribly.
[[ End of Chapter 2 ]]
Hmm... I have this weird thing with romance in alleys. o-O; It doesn't seem that romantic now.. just you wait. XD I might change it tho, sho don't get any ideas because you might be wrong.. XD Sorry about Oushika. o_o i didn't mean for him to have an accent. ^_^;; And again, still trying to express that Daisuke ish 'rich' and stuff.. ^^; So um.. hope j00 liked it, and if j00 did, check again later for when I have chapter 3 up. XD *gives j00 more pudding* :3
- Daisuke ( // kaoplushie@hotmail.com)