Tittle: Remember me wholy
Authur: Silver-Winged-Angel
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own YNM, I just borrowed them for a while, is it okay?
Summery: You can't forget the past but don't let it control your future.
Chapter 3 The unexpected
The next day, Hijiiri woke up with a large yawn. He stretched his arms high up as if wanting to touch the ceiling. His legs kicked out and he flexed his knuckles one by one. He gave out another big yawn, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains. His sight was greeted with blooming sakura trees and birds chirping happily outside. "Ohayo gozaimasu!" the dark haired boy greeted silently. He stretched again and walked to the bathroom, doing his daily shower before school. While Hijiri was enjoying his shower, Tsuzuki was startled out of his sleep to hear the always annoying ring of the alarm, waking up the shonen. He tried to block the sound out by covering his whole head with the pillow, the only shield he could use againts the loud sound.
The violet-eyed shonen drifted back to sleep for a good 5 minutes, dreaming of flying in space with cookies as the planet, sweets as the stars, and just cream cakes everywhere. Tsuzuki flew again happily and was about to snatch a planet when he was awoken again rudely to the sound of his door being thrown open. He jumped a little but chose to ignore it and kept the pillow in place. Then he heard the stomping of a person's foot and a loud voice, "Tsuzuki! Wake up you lazy bum!" Hisoka yelled. 'Not him!' his mind whispered. He knew that once Hisoka had invaded into his room to wake him up, he would never leave once he surrender and wake up.
So reluctantly, he removed the pillow from his face to stare right into his friend's bright green eyes. "I'm up, see?" Hisoka glared. "You're gonna be late for one of your many part-time jobs!" he complained. "Eh?" A confused Tsuzuki glanced at the clock. He then leapt out of bed. "Hey! That clock is wrong! I thought it was just 6.30!" he complained to no one in particular. "You have to use your brain once in a while Tsuzuki, you set your alarm at 7.25," he explained. A silent 'oh' came from Tsuzuki's mouth. "Na.. Soka-chan, I used my brain everyday you know," Tsuzuki tried to proof that he didn't come from the land of bakas, his puppy form already out. "Ch'!" was all Hisoka said. "Anyway, get up! You're already late!" he finally said and walked out of the room.
Tsuzuki sighed. He wished he could get at least one or two or three days off from his part-time jobs. It wasn't fair. He's working for gods only knows how many jobs while his friends get their allowance money to survive every months from their parents. He would have to rely on himself if he should survive. He wished he wasn't working but schooling just like his friends are. Working sux and he really really wished his parents would give him money every month just like Hisoka and Hijiri.
But he realised that he's already 26 and 26 year olds won't be accepted in school. That was a funny thought and Tsuzuki smiled to himself. He tried to find a proper job but he wasn't good in anything but eating. And sleeping so to add. He loved to do gardening too but since he was pinned with his jobs, he had absolutely no chance to do so. He could only do simple ones. He glanced at the fic again and realised it's already 7.40. He decided that it was already late to do a full shower so he chose to just wash his face and brush his teeth. He did a quick combing, put on his favourite black t-shirt and blue jeans. He walked down the staircase and checked his schedule. "Yosh!" he whispered to himself. Today's work is waiter for the mornings and the evenings are as a cashier. He checked his wrist watch and it was ticking close to 8. 'Ee.. better go now, before Boss fire me,' with that in thought, he hurried outside and took the bus towards Sajiu Restaurant where he had been working for a long time now.
Meanwhile in school, Seiichiro sensei, the teacher who tought the whole class maths was explaining basics to the students. Hisoka was hardworking, trying to figure out the answer. The question was a stranger to him. While Hijiri was feining interest but in truth, he was just staring blankly at his book. His pencil tapping slightly on the desk, and sometimes he would spin it around on his fingers. Then his gaze flicked towards sensei. He could see his mouth moving and his hands were holding a pointer which he would sometimes hit it on the black board, but he could hear no voice from his sensei. He glanced at Hisoka again beside him. He was concentrating on the question, his brow was twitch in a frown, a proof that he was close to exploding, what with all those impossible questions. He looked down at his own book again, the numbers and alphabets on the page were dancing in front of his eyes, mocking him for lacking the brains to answer.
Hijiri rubbed his eyes. 'I must be close to being insane,' his mind whispered. He stared at his book again, thankfully, the alphabets and numbers had settled down quietly, no dancing weirdos anymore. He tried doing question number one. 'Slowly, and the questions will eventually work out,' he thought silently. His hands slowly guiding the pencil, doing step-by-step. The answer that came out however was ridiculous. He knew it was. He gave out a cry. "K'so!" And the next second, everyone was staring at him. Hijiri sweatdropped. "Is there anything wrong, Minase-san?" sensei asked. Hijiri shook his head quickly, almost causing him headaches. "Do you want my help?" sensei asked again. "Eto.. no thanks, sensei," he said softly, his cheeks turning slightly red from the unwanted attention. He could see from the corner of his eyes that Hisoka was starring at him, and then concentrated back to his task.
Hijiri wanted so much to bang his head on the hard desk. He couldn't wait for the bell to ring. He was tired of Maths class and he wanted to go to his Music class as soon as possible. The only comfort he would find was from his violin. He couldn't wait to put his hands on his violin and play it to his heart's content. But first, he had to get through Maths' hell. So he feint interest again and just stared at the page, his hands unconsiously drawing circles, triangles and other geometric shapes on his book. Finally, the dreading moment that he'd been waiting for had came. After his Music class, then, he'd be going home. As Hisoka doesn't have any after school activities, he planned on going home and having a nice peaceful sleep.
"Na.. 'Soka-chan, are you going home already?" Hijiri asked. Hisoka simply nodded. "Well, take care, ja ne!" Hijiri bid. "Ja.." the blonde haired boy replied and began walking out of Tomoatsu High. Hijiri brought along his violin and walked towards his classroom. The teacher, Hakushaku sensei gave a speech about a concert at the end of this month. "Alright kids, those who wanted to participate, please come to the front and record your name down, it's a concert for charity," the teacher added. Hijiri was the first to stand up and went to the front. Only a certain of them was interested. Hijiri wrote his name down on the piece of paper and went back to his seat. 'A concert, great!' he thought. He loved playing his violin and he'd do anything to let people know that he's good at it. The lesson flowed swiftly and the next thing he knew, the bell rang, letting the student know that it was time to home. 'Well, looks like I have to go home all alone,' he thought before he went out of class to locate his bike.
He climbed on his bike and began the journey home. Even before he got halfway through, he saw three figures, big figures ahead, blocking his way. He couldn't see their faces but he was worried. So his cycling slowed down, untill he could see who they are. His heart skipped a beat and his cycling came to a stop. Yamazaki-kun and his gang! The bullies! 'I'm dead, I'm certain I'm gonna be dead,' his mind whispered. He was about to turn back to the other street but found that the other path was blocked too. Now, there was four of them! His heart began thumping loud in his chest, as if there was a trapped bird trying to get out of his ribcage. The four figures began moving closer, closing in on him. He gave out a yelp of surprise as one of them grabbed him by the collar and shoved him againts the cement wall. His bike was left alone to fall to the ground. He muttered a quick prayer. "Well, well, I didn't know out victim will be you, Minase-san," the one holding him againts the wall, he recognized as Yamazaki spoke. He didn't have a chance to yell for help before the first blow was delivered to his face, knocking him off his feet and he fell to the ground, as Yamazaki let his grip go.
Hijiri wiped the blood that was oozing out his nose with the back of his hand. 'Oh gods, 'Soka-chan, Tsuzuki, help me!' he muttered in his heart. He could hear the steps of his violater coming close and he shut his eyes tight.
End of chapter 3.
(Authur's note: *Wide eyed* I can't believe I put that in, and anyway, I hope you guys are prepared for the next chapter. Sorry it's so short. If there's any mistakes or questions, please feel free to ask. R&R are welcome, comments are welcome, ideas are welcome, flames are ignore! Ja.. minna)
Authur: Silver-Winged-Angel
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own YNM, I just borrowed them for a while, is it okay?
Summery: You can't forget the past but don't let it control your future.
Chapter 3 The unexpected
The next day, Hijiiri woke up with a large yawn. He stretched his arms high up as if wanting to touch the ceiling. His legs kicked out and he flexed his knuckles one by one. He gave out another big yawn, jumped out of bed and opened the curtains. His sight was greeted with blooming sakura trees and birds chirping happily outside. "Ohayo gozaimasu!" the dark haired boy greeted silently. He stretched again and walked to the bathroom, doing his daily shower before school. While Hijiri was enjoying his shower, Tsuzuki was startled out of his sleep to hear the always annoying ring of the alarm, waking up the shonen. He tried to block the sound out by covering his whole head with the pillow, the only shield he could use againts the loud sound.
The violet-eyed shonen drifted back to sleep for a good 5 minutes, dreaming of flying in space with cookies as the planet, sweets as the stars, and just cream cakes everywhere. Tsuzuki flew again happily and was about to snatch a planet when he was awoken again rudely to the sound of his door being thrown open. He jumped a little but chose to ignore it and kept the pillow in place. Then he heard the stomping of a person's foot and a loud voice, "Tsuzuki! Wake up you lazy bum!" Hisoka yelled. 'Not him!' his mind whispered. He knew that once Hisoka had invaded into his room to wake him up, he would never leave once he surrender and wake up.
So reluctantly, he removed the pillow from his face to stare right into his friend's bright green eyes. "I'm up, see?" Hisoka glared. "You're gonna be late for one of your many part-time jobs!" he complained. "Eh?" A confused Tsuzuki glanced at the clock. He then leapt out of bed. "Hey! That clock is wrong! I thought it was just 6.30!" he complained to no one in particular. "You have to use your brain once in a while Tsuzuki, you set your alarm at 7.25," he explained. A silent 'oh' came from Tsuzuki's mouth. "Na.. Soka-chan, I used my brain everyday you know," Tsuzuki tried to proof that he didn't come from the land of bakas, his puppy form already out. "Ch'!" was all Hisoka said. "Anyway, get up! You're already late!" he finally said and walked out of the room.
Tsuzuki sighed. He wished he could get at least one or two or three days off from his part-time jobs. It wasn't fair. He's working for gods only knows how many jobs while his friends get their allowance money to survive every months from their parents. He would have to rely on himself if he should survive. He wished he wasn't working but schooling just like his friends are. Working sux and he really really wished his parents would give him money every month just like Hisoka and Hijiri.
But he realised that he's already 26 and 26 year olds won't be accepted in school. That was a funny thought and Tsuzuki smiled to himself. He tried to find a proper job but he wasn't good in anything but eating. And sleeping so to add. He loved to do gardening too but since he was pinned with his jobs, he had absolutely no chance to do so. He could only do simple ones. He glanced at the fic again and realised it's already 7.40. He decided that it was already late to do a full shower so he chose to just wash his face and brush his teeth. He did a quick combing, put on his favourite black t-shirt and blue jeans. He walked down the staircase and checked his schedule. "Yosh!" he whispered to himself. Today's work is waiter for the mornings and the evenings are as a cashier. He checked his wrist watch and it was ticking close to 8. 'Ee.. better go now, before Boss fire me,' with that in thought, he hurried outside and took the bus towards Sajiu Restaurant where he had been working for a long time now.
Meanwhile in school, Seiichiro sensei, the teacher who tought the whole class maths was explaining basics to the students. Hisoka was hardworking, trying to figure out the answer. The question was a stranger to him. While Hijiri was feining interest but in truth, he was just staring blankly at his book. His pencil tapping slightly on the desk, and sometimes he would spin it around on his fingers. Then his gaze flicked towards sensei. He could see his mouth moving and his hands were holding a pointer which he would sometimes hit it on the black board, but he could hear no voice from his sensei. He glanced at Hisoka again beside him. He was concentrating on the question, his brow was twitch in a frown, a proof that he was close to exploding, what with all those impossible questions. He looked down at his own book again, the numbers and alphabets on the page were dancing in front of his eyes, mocking him for lacking the brains to answer.
Hijiri rubbed his eyes. 'I must be close to being insane,' his mind whispered. He stared at his book again, thankfully, the alphabets and numbers had settled down quietly, no dancing weirdos anymore. He tried doing question number one. 'Slowly, and the questions will eventually work out,' he thought silently. His hands slowly guiding the pencil, doing step-by-step. The answer that came out however was ridiculous. He knew it was. He gave out a cry. "K'so!" And the next second, everyone was staring at him. Hijiri sweatdropped. "Is there anything wrong, Minase-san?" sensei asked. Hijiri shook his head quickly, almost causing him headaches. "Do you want my help?" sensei asked again. "Eto.. no thanks, sensei," he said softly, his cheeks turning slightly red from the unwanted attention. He could see from the corner of his eyes that Hisoka was starring at him, and then concentrated back to his task.
Hijiri wanted so much to bang his head on the hard desk. He couldn't wait for the bell to ring. He was tired of Maths class and he wanted to go to his Music class as soon as possible. The only comfort he would find was from his violin. He couldn't wait to put his hands on his violin and play it to his heart's content. But first, he had to get through Maths' hell. So he feint interest again and just stared at the page, his hands unconsiously drawing circles, triangles and other geometric shapes on his book. Finally, the dreading moment that he'd been waiting for had came. After his Music class, then, he'd be going home. As Hisoka doesn't have any after school activities, he planned on going home and having a nice peaceful sleep.
"Na.. 'Soka-chan, are you going home already?" Hijiri asked. Hisoka simply nodded. "Well, take care, ja ne!" Hijiri bid. "Ja.." the blonde haired boy replied and began walking out of Tomoatsu High. Hijiri brought along his violin and walked towards his classroom. The teacher, Hakushaku sensei gave a speech about a concert at the end of this month. "Alright kids, those who wanted to participate, please come to the front and record your name down, it's a concert for charity," the teacher added. Hijiri was the first to stand up and went to the front. Only a certain of them was interested. Hijiri wrote his name down on the piece of paper and went back to his seat. 'A concert, great!' he thought. He loved playing his violin and he'd do anything to let people know that he's good at it. The lesson flowed swiftly and the next thing he knew, the bell rang, letting the student know that it was time to home. 'Well, looks like I have to go home all alone,' he thought before he went out of class to locate his bike.
He climbed on his bike and began the journey home. Even before he got halfway through, he saw three figures, big figures ahead, blocking his way. He couldn't see their faces but he was worried. So his cycling slowed down, untill he could see who they are. His heart skipped a beat and his cycling came to a stop. Yamazaki-kun and his gang! The bullies! 'I'm dead, I'm certain I'm gonna be dead,' his mind whispered. He was about to turn back to the other street but found that the other path was blocked too. Now, there was four of them! His heart began thumping loud in his chest, as if there was a trapped bird trying to get out of his ribcage. The four figures began moving closer, closing in on him. He gave out a yelp of surprise as one of them grabbed him by the collar and shoved him againts the cement wall. His bike was left alone to fall to the ground. He muttered a quick prayer. "Well, well, I didn't know out victim will be you, Minase-san," the one holding him againts the wall, he recognized as Yamazaki spoke. He didn't have a chance to yell for help before the first blow was delivered to his face, knocking him off his feet and he fell to the ground, as Yamazaki let his grip go.
Hijiri wiped the blood that was oozing out his nose with the back of his hand. 'Oh gods, 'Soka-chan, Tsuzuki, help me!' he muttered in his heart. He could hear the steps of his violater coming close and he shut his eyes tight.
End of chapter 3.
(Authur's note: *Wide eyed* I can't believe I put that in, and anyway, I hope you guys are prepared for the next chapter. Sorry it's so short. If there's any mistakes or questions, please feel free to ask. R&R are welcome, comments are welcome, ideas are welcome, flames are ignore! Ja.. minna)