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I love Jenrya - it's really nice to know that you like my fic. Whenever you want you can send me e-mails to say something that you didn't like and stuff. And keep reviewing!!!
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And now the new chapter:
CHAPTER 6 - The journal
Jenrya's POV
The house was so depressive. All the walls were dirty and so was the floor.
"Hope you don't care, boy. I don't have strength enough to clean the house anymore. And since she was gone everything lost it's meaning. She was the reason why I lived in this house. I'll tell you a little story."
"No, please. Don't put yourself to the torture this way. You don't need to tell me anything." I said worried about Grandma Makino.
"Be quiet, boy. I'm going to feel me better if I tell you this little story. Well, umm. My daughter, Rumiko, felt in love with a despicable man and then, you know what happened. She didn't want to marry him, but my husband, who was almost dying, demanded her to marry that man, to the honor of the family. He didn't want to have a pregnant teenager daughter at home. You know, Rumiko was 17 when she got pregnant. She cried the entire pregnancy. When Ruki was coming to light, my husband was dying. He wasn't happy at all, he wanted to have a grandson. His last words were 'the girl is useless. so is your daughter.' He was a tough man. "Three years later Rumiko's husband left her saying that he would never return, because he was tired of being the man of the house and just giving money to feed the baby. Rumiko got desperate and called me to take care of Ruki while she was working as a model. "Ruki always called me "mother", she never loved Rumiko as she loved me. Sorry, I can't go on. I just can't go on." Grandma Makino started to cry and I couldn't do anything to help her.
"Umm. I'm sorry. It's very sad to remember her, I know it." It was all I could say that time.
"It's Ok. Well, why don't you go to her room? You didn't come here just to listen to an old woman telling stories." She said simply.
I nodded and walked slowly through the corridor.
"Her room is the second door on your left." Grandma Makino said from the kitchen.
I didn't answer and opened the door slowly. Ruki's room was still the same mess that she left in the day she died. The disarranged bed was all covered with a thin dust. I walked to her closet and opened it carefully. Once again the scent of roses filled my nose.
"Are you here, Ruki?" I asked in a whisper.
No need to say that she didn't answer, but if she did she would have said: "duh, whaddya think?" The pink, frilly dresses that she never wore were all torn and dirty. While I was rummaging in her closet, my hand touched a box. I took it carefully and whiffed the dust away. I opened it slowly and I found her black journal. Looking around to make sure that Grandma Makino wasn't looking I hid the journal inside my coat. I putted back the wooden box inside the closet again and closed it carefully for the dust not to come into my nose and make me sneeze, but the scent of roses was still everywhere I went. I got out of the room and closed the door. I found Grandma Makino in the kitchen cooking her miserable dinner.
"Do you want to stay here for dinner?" she asked full of hope.
"Sorry, but I have to return to Takato's home." I apologized and bowed slowly.
"Ok. But please, make me a favor."
I nodded waiting for her to say what I was to do.
"Don't come back here anymore." She said simply.
"Huh? Why?" I asked surprised with her sudden request.
"Because I don't want to see a young man like you suffering and forgetting to live. Go away now, please." She demanded with a hard but yet kind voice.
I got out of the house and the darkness got me. I lost the notion of time while I was there. I walked trough the garden staring at me feet. When I reached the gate I looked back to the house, and all I was able to see was Grandma Makino black silhouette against the kitchen light preparing her dinner. I opened the gate and got out, not knowing that I would never return to see Ruki's house again.
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"You what? I can't believe you went there." Takato screamed We were inside his room and were sitting on the floor.
"I couldn't help it. In fact, I really don't why I went there." I said truly but I didn't tell Takato anything about the journal.
"Well, it's better go to bed. Tomorrow we're going to visit Juri, Kazu and Kenta."
"I don't feel like visiting them. I want to go back to New York. This place is like choking me."
Silence came between Takato and me. Suddenly, he asked with a worried face: "Man, are you gay?"
"What? Of course not. Why did you do this stupid question?"
"Because you're acting like one: 'This place is like choking me.' C'mon guy, you lived here your entire life." Takato answered.
"No, it's not true. I lived part of my life here. And it is the part that I want to forget." I said angry.
Takato sighed: "Goodnight, Jenrya."
I didn't answer, I just stared at a wall. I waited Takato to turn off the lights and go to his bed. How I was sleeping on the floor it was easier for me to reach my coat and take the journal.
I opened it slowly on the first page and read:
"January 1st, 1997 (A/N - this is the year she died and the year of the fic is 2003)
Everybody is celebrating the New Year, but I'm not. Nothing changed in my life. When I was a kid I believed that everything would change on January 1st. Well, I was a kid, I can't blame myself. I'm such an idiot in still believing in January 1st. Why am I this way? School is being a crap, as ever. That people hates me, but only between us, I'd like to be like that girls, they are so popular. I'll never be this way. I'm a tomboy and that's all I can be. That's my true self. You know, there's a boy, Jenrya, I know him since I was ten, he always tried to understand me, but I always made it hard for him to get near the understanding he would like to have from me. Am I so cruel this way? Guess not."
I didn't finish reading her journal, because it was difficult to fix my attention on my reading. Takato was snoring very loud. Tired of listening to his "symphony" I took another pillow and placed it savagely on his face. Although he didn't wake up and kept snoring. I got up and walked towards the kitchen, which was downstairs, to drink a glass of water. When I got in there I heard Takato screaming like a lunatic. I got upstairs again and I saw him as white as paper. "What's up?" I asked taking his shoulders and shaking him. "Ruki" he answered and collapsed on his bed again, snoring. (hehehe ^_^ this is my point of view of Takato's personality.)
========= Liked minna-san? Well, see you on the next chapter. Don't forget that this site has a really nice button called Submit Review and it is waiting for you to push the also little nice button beside it called Go, so don't forget that they want to be pushed. C-ya. ^_^.
I love Jenrya - it's really nice to know that you like my fic. Whenever you want you can send me e-mails to say something that you didn't like and stuff. And keep reviewing!!!
Mary Anne - just thanx!! It's very good to receive some eulogies sometimes.... Hope you're enjoying it.
And now the new chapter:
CHAPTER 6 - The journal
Jenrya's POV
The house was so depressive. All the walls were dirty and so was the floor.
"Hope you don't care, boy. I don't have strength enough to clean the house anymore. And since she was gone everything lost it's meaning. She was the reason why I lived in this house. I'll tell you a little story."
"No, please. Don't put yourself to the torture this way. You don't need to tell me anything." I said worried about Grandma Makino.
"Be quiet, boy. I'm going to feel me better if I tell you this little story. Well, umm. My daughter, Rumiko, felt in love with a despicable man and then, you know what happened. She didn't want to marry him, but my husband, who was almost dying, demanded her to marry that man, to the honor of the family. He didn't want to have a pregnant teenager daughter at home. You know, Rumiko was 17 when she got pregnant. She cried the entire pregnancy. When Ruki was coming to light, my husband was dying. He wasn't happy at all, he wanted to have a grandson. His last words were 'the girl is useless. so is your daughter.' He was a tough man. "Three years later Rumiko's husband left her saying that he would never return, because he was tired of being the man of the house and just giving money to feed the baby. Rumiko got desperate and called me to take care of Ruki while she was working as a model. "Ruki always called me "mother", she never loved Rumiko as she loved me. Sorry, I can't go on. I just can't go on." Grandma Makino started to cry and I couldn't do anything to help her.
"Umm. I'm sorry. It's very sad to remember her, I know it." It was all I could say that time.
"It's Ok. Well, why don't you go to her room? You didn't come here just to listen to an old woman telling stories." She said simply.
I nodded and walked slowly through the corridor.
"Her room is the second door on your left." Grandma Makino said from the kitchen.
I didn't answer and opened the door slowly. Ruki's room was still the same mess that she left in the day she died. The disarranged bed was all covered with a thin dust. I walked to her closet and opened it carefully. Once again the scent of roses filled my nose.
"Are you here, Ruki?" I asked in a whisper.
No need to say that she didn't answer, but if she did she would have said: "duh, whaddya think?" The pink, frilly dresses that she never wore were all torn and dirty. While I was rummaging in her closet, my hand touched a box. I took it carefully and whiffed the dust away. I opened it slowly and I found her black journal. Looking around to make sure that Grandma Makino wasn't looking I hid the journal inside my coat. I putted back the wooden box inside the closet again and closed it carefully for the dust not to come into my nose and make me sneeze, but the scent of roses was still everywhere I went. I got out of the room and closed the door. I found Grandma Makino in the kitchen cooking her miserable dinner.
"Do you want to stay here for dinner?" she asked full of hope.
"Sorry, but I have to return to Takato's home." I apologized and bowed slowly.
"Ok. But please, make me a favor."
I nodded waiting for her to say what I was to do.
"Don't come back here anymore." She said simply.
"Huh? Why?" I asked surprised with her sudden request.
"Because I don't want to see a young man like you suffering and forgetting to live. Go away now, please." She demanded with a hard but yet kind voice.
I got out of the house and the darkness got me. I lost the notion of time while I was there. I walked trough the garden staring at me feet. When I reached the gate I looked back to the house, and all I was able to see was Grandma Makino black silhouette against the kitchen light preparing her dinner. I opened the gate and got out, not knowing that I would never return to see Ruki's house again.
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"You what? I can't believe you went there." Takato screamed We were inside his room and were sitting on the floor.
"I couldn't help it. In fact, I really don't why I went there." I said truly but I didn't tell Takato anything about the journal.
"Well, it's better go to bed. Tomorrow we're going to visit Juri, Kazu and Kenta."
"I don't feel like visiting them. I want to go back to New York. This place is like choking me."
Silence came between Takato and me. Suddenly, he asked with a worried face: "Man, are you gay?"
"What? Of course not. Why did you do this stupid question?"
"Because you're acting like one: 'This place is like choking me.' C'mon guy, you lived here your entire life." Takato answered.
"No, it's not true. I lived part of my life here. And it is the part that I want to forget." I said angry.
Takato sighed: "Goodnight, Jenrya."
I didn't answer, I just stared at a wall. I waited Takato to turn off the lights and go to his bed. How I was sleeping on the floor it was easier for me to reach my coat and take the journal.
I opened it slowly on the first page and read:
"January 1st, 1997 (A/N - this is the year she died and the year of the fic is 2003)
Everybody is celebrating the New Year, but I'm not. Nothing changed in my life. When I was a kid I believed that everything would change on January 1st. Well, I was a kid, I can't blame myself. I'm such an idiot in still believing in January 1st. Why am I this way? School is being a crap, as ever. That people hates me, but only between us, I'd like to be like that girls, they are so popular. I'll never be this way. I'm a tomboy and that's all I can be. That's my true self. You know, there's a boy, Jenrya, I know him since I was ten, he always tried to understand me, but I always made it hard for him to get near the understanding he would like to have from me. Am I so cruel this way? Guess not."
I didn't finish reading her journal, because it was difficult to fix my attention on my reading. Takato was snoring very loud. Tired of listening to his "symphony" I took another pillow and placed it savagely on his face. Although he didn't wake up and kept snoring. I got up and walked towards the kitchen, which was downstairs, to drink a glass of water. When I got in there I heard Takato screaming like a lunatic. I got upstairs again and I saw him as white as paper. "What's up?" I asked taking his shoulders and shaking him. "Ruki" he answered and collapsed on his bed again, snoring. (hehehe ^_^ this is my point of view of Takato's personality.)
========= Liked minna-san? Well, see you on the next chapter. Don't forget that this site has a really nice button called Submit Review and it is waiting for you to push the also little nice button beside it called Go, so don't forget that they want to be pushed. C-ya. ^_^.
