Hey guys, hope you all are doing well, and yeah I'm the same old soul that used to haunt this site nearly, I dunno how back. So, my account got deleted, and life was already not supporting me much, but whatever, I'm back and that's what matters.
This 6 chapter long fic is for 'TyHil Love Countdown' organised by our lovely 'ayushi'.
Hope y'all enjoy this!
TyHil Love Countdown
Week 1 (Spring) and Week 2 (Summer)
"Bring me Back"
Chapter 1
The busy morning in Bakuten High School had never been so blissful. Why? The blossoming Sakura were enough to guess the cool atmosphere and bubbling happiness in everyone's hearts.
But maybe not everyone's heart, as in the ground where teenagers were rapidly roaming like ants, a guy was tiredly dragging his feet on the dew covered grass.
Hands shoved in the pockets of the school pants, he lazily walked past the huge building.
"Why is it Monday again-" his whining was stopped mid sentence as a football hit his temple at an angle enough for his head to bang straight into the wall he was walking past.
The dizzy and heavy head of his didn't make him sense the approaching feet of a group of guys.
"Don't you know how to walk properly?!" One of them yelled, but his blurry vision and spinning brain could no way sense who the person was.
"Look, my football got stained by your dirty face! Well, you deserve another for that!" And with that, he felt a sharp shortage of breath as the football hit his stomach.
Falling onto his knees, Tyson clutched his stomach tightly. The pain in his head was in a bitter rivalry with that in his stomach, that he couldn't even decide which spot needed to be grabbed first.
Groaning and gasping, his body lowered down until his forehead planted into the moist soil, the wet grass soothing down the pain.
"Look at the little worm rolling up like a foetus!" With that, the boys decided to dash around the school and tell every other kid about this incident, which they deemed to be as funny as always.
Warm tears escaped his tightly shut eyes, falling onto the grass as dew drops. He shivered and trembled unstoppably, muffled sobs erupting, going unheard by all the students present there.
"...I've always been afraid,
My best years have passed..."
His eyes flashed open, the glassy sapphire iris contracting as his pupils widened. He didn't realise since when the piano behind this wall, inside the school music room was being played. His ears were too tired of all those remarks that they probably lost the hope of hearing something good in this scenario. But the moment he was finally able to hear the piano playing, his pain seemed to subside.
"...They say the good old days
Well, they never last..."
His heart twisted upon paying heed to the lyrics. The voice was thin and low as a breath. He could feel the wobbling of the singer's throat, the gulping sound, the suppressed cry, the twisting of their heart. He felt all of it, just by a few lines.
He sat up and propped his back against the rough bricked wall, hearing the keys of the piano being pressed with fragility.
"...I've been running into you in my head.
In between, what could've been... yeah-yeah-yeah..."
A small smile bloomed on his face as he listened, registered, and felt all of it. His heart was no longer heavy. He realised the cause of it the moment his warm tears slipped down his neck. He was no longer sobbing, the tears were falling freely, and he didn't restrict them this time.
"...Everybody seems to leave...
Bittersweet memories..."
Just then a paper flew in front of him, and dropped on the ground. He narrowed his eyes as he picked it up and looked at its source, the wall. Gazing up, he saw the open windows to the vast hall behind.
"Is this the same song?" He read the lyrics, which was a quite easy process because of the beautiful handwriting. It felt like he was looking at pure pearls, sparkling in pink and blue, that were scattered at the brownish paper.
"Hey! Excuse me, hey!" Tyson felt the urge to shut his ears at the high pitched noise piercing his ears all of a sudden, "Is someone out there?"
Realising that the person behind that wall is indirectly addressing him, Tyson opened his mouth to reply but before he could speak anything, the girl yelled again.
"Listen! If anyone is there and has found my page then please don't throw it away!" She screamed with an exhausted huff.
"I don't think something like this needs to be thrown away." Tyson replied with a light chuckle, "Like it's too beautiful anyone would like to read it first, and then proceed to discard it."
"Hey, hey!" She screamed, and Tyson could sense her stumble towards the wall and bang her palms on it, "don't dare read it!"
Not pleased by the treatment, his face scrunched up into a growl, "Well, then what should I do with this thing to please you?"
"Don't do anything!" She blurted.
"Okay then," shrugging, he spoke dramatically, "I'd just mind my own business, bye."
"No, wait, no!" She panicked, "Just hold it, I'd be there and get it back."
"Sorry sweetie," Tyson yawned, "but I'm not so idle. I've got a lecture, and I'm minding my own freaking business."
He knew it was not polite enough to just walk away with his arms folded behind his head, the paper clutched in them, when the girl was threatening him to stop. But for now, he didn't care for it all. All he wanted were those lyrics, which he was quite sure he would not have gotten had that tempered girl found him out.
Knowing the tune and rythm of the song, and now having its lyrics, he was pretty sure he would compose the song himself.
So, he walked away with a triumphant smile, stomping like a king, walking through the middle of the ground, surviving a close call with another football aiming for his head. While in the far distance, he could still hear the girl cursing and threatening him. Had the wall not been there to shield him, he was pretty sure he'd be buried in the middle of the ground itself by the girl.
For now, he just wished he never met that girl again, and even if he did, she must not recognise him. After all, he was his mom's only child, and it would be a little too harsh on her for him to be brutally executed by his agemate.
...
"Here," with a cheeky smile and bright shining teeth, Max stood up and moved out of his bus seat, to let Tyson make himself comfortable in the window side now. Since they took turns in securing the best seat, Max found it best to not waste his energy whining when it was clearly not his turn to be on the throne.
Tyson was busy listening to his playlist with his white earphones plugged in, his head resting on the window bars as his eyes remained closed. The cool breeze ruffled his midnight blue hair falling above his forehead.
The bus came to a halt, and Tyson slowly opened his eyes, narrowing them as the sunlight fell upon them. Absent mindedly, he peeked out the window at the busy bus stop.
People were pushing each other, engaging in a wrestling match to hurdle into the bus. Just then his eyes fell on a girl, quite near the bus.
His sapphire eyes locked with her ruby ones, and he felt the urge to look away in order not to make it even more awkward, as he just locked eyes with someone who had been staring at him since who knows when.
But he couldn't break the eye contact. He noticed that they were both listening through their earphones, so did she. Without speaking a word, she signalled at him, her finger pointing at her ear and then moving in a manner that indicated a question.
He realised she was trying to ask something about his earphones, or maybe his mobile. Perplexed at such an unexpected and weird encounter, he flipped the phone screen towards her to show her what song was playing.
His confusion reached its peek when the girl was shocked upon looking at his mobile screen, her eyes widening as she looked straight into his eyes. A bright smile sprawled upon her face as she turned her mobile and then it was Tyson's turn to show his shock.
They were both listening to the same song. Before any of them could react any further, the bus started rolling on, turning at the end of the lane and vanishing.
...
Tyson sat in his balcony, the paper with those lyrics clutched in his hands. Placing it aside, he picked his guitar up and fixated it's strings. Taking a deep breath, he slowly ran his fingers through the strings, a pleasant sound erupting from them.
"...Time does seem to fly
Then it's hard to find, yeah
Used to dine and dash, run and laugh
Skinny dip off a ship, oh-woah-woah
Not a worry for a million miles
Driving off, be right back, oh-woah-woah
'Cause baby, after all of this time
We'll meet again, with time to spend
'Cause even after all of this time, would you be mine?
'Cause I'd drop it all just to get you..."
"And..." He placed the guitar down, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned further into the chair, "this song is incomplete."
After a moment of silence, he grabbed his head, ruffling his hair as he yelled at himself, "It's incomplete! I risked my life for this incomplete shit! Why had the other half of the lyrics hadn't flew out?!"
His hands dropped to his sides, shoulders slumping as he drooped over the chair lazily. He looked at the paper as it ruffled in the breeze, held down by a pen.
Picking it up, he read it all over again, the tip of the pen being chewed by his mouth. A bulb flickered up in his brain, as he rushed inside his room to grab a pencil and a fresh page. Scribbling something on it with his dreadful handwriting, he spent the next hours struggling, using the eraser nearly a hundred times.
