Author's Note: I discovered that there was a song called Desperate Heart by Starship... So I renamed the chapters according to the lyrics because I felt like it. ^.^ Mwa. Behold the power of an author. OHOHOHOHO!
~Kikachan~ Thank you for reading... you didn't put in your bid for who you think the sub is... ;_;
~Opaaru Tsuki~ CONGRADULATIONS!!! You have guessed the identity of our mystery character!!! IT IS CHICHIRI!!! Yay for you!! since you didn't specify what it was you wanted me to draw for you, and since from your review I got the impression that you are quite taken with Chichiri, I chose to draw a picture of him! Hope you don't mind.
The problem is, It won't work if I copy and paste the link normally! .;;;;; ARG! Stupid thing. *sulk* I'll have to do it weird, sorry.
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I reserve the right to display this picture on my website, where you can see examples of my other art just by going to my author page and clicking on the link... *shameless plug shameless plug* You, however (and by 'you' I mean Opaaru Tsuki, can put the picture wherever you want. And if anyone else wants to use the pic, they'll have to contact one of us. ^.^ Isn't that cool? I went to your author page, but since you don't have an email address listed I'm putting the link up only here, okay?
~MM~ Don't worry; you'll definitely see more Genrou/Sai friendship going on. They are best friends, even if they don't quite realize it yet. *snickers* Personally, I think it's funny that Sai pretends to be all independent but Genrou totally has him wrapped around his little finger. *grin* And Mr. Ri (aka Houjun aka Chichiri) will be very important in later chapters... *chuckles evilly to self*
~Nel~ Ah, poor thing, you couldn't get on the internet! *pats on back* Sorry, but you're right that someone else figured out it was Chichiri ^.^;; Maybe next time? *gives a cookie* I'm glad that you find yourself relating to Sai. That what every writer hopes for after all! :D Sorry about the chapter lengths, but I can't help it! Events have to be separate... plus I'm lazy. :P At first I didn't think I could fit in a little Sai-narcissism, but with the help of caffeine-induced OOC-ness...
~fallen4~ -.^;; Sorry about the infrequent updates.. My muses aren't very reliable! But of course I haven't forgotten about it! *huggles Sai* As if I could leave this hottie alone... Yep, the sub is Chichiri! Sorry that you aren't the first person to guess, but at least you're correct, ne? And yeah, blue hair wouldn't really be realistic. I mean, I suppose he could die it, but that wouldn't fit his character. Sigh.
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Desperate Heart
by Sanomi
Chapter Six: I'm Holding On
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"No."
"Come on, Sai! Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase?"
"No. Way."
"I'll buy you whatever you want? Please please?"
"One, I don't take charity. And two, I will not go shopping with you!"
Genrou attempted to convince Saihitei by giving him his patented puppy-dog eyes. It always got him a bunch of presents at Christmas went he was a kid.
Saihitei just raised an eyebrow.
The redhead scowled. Of course, when he was a kid he didn't know anyone with nerves of steel like Saihitei, who could withstand even the most pathetic look.
"Saaaaaaiiiii," he whined. "Come on! I'll never get this opportunity again..."
The brunette continued staring at Genrou with a cold gaze. "Why do you need me to be with you while you shop?"
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And yet, somehow I found myself dragged off to the mall with Genrou so that he could spend large amount of money using his sister's credit card. I still don't know why she gave it to him. Indulging her baby brother?
Urk, I'm not going to think about that. Makes me all depressed thinking about the kids my parents could have had if they had lived... Right, and this is me not thinking about it. I'm getting very good at lying to myself.
"Sai?"
Ack, must focus on the present!
"Nn, yeah?"
Genrou snorted. "Just checking to see if you were still with me. You totally spaced out."
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, since it's your fault that I'm here, I hardly think you should complain."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. What do you think of this shirt?"
I looked at the red shirt with flames rising up from the hem. Genrou loved fire. And flames. Did I mention he loved fire? Pyromaniac. "You really are gay, you know that?"
He glared at me, blushing a little. "There's nothing wrong with the shirt!"
"I know. But the fact that you're here shopping for clothes, and asking me for advice like I'm your boyfriend or something makes you really gay."
Genrou scowled and smacked me. "Acting like an ass ain't gonna make me let you leave any sooner."
Damn. There went my plans... I could feel myself pouting, and I didn't care. "Well, shoot. First you drag me here, and then you hit me! Where's the love?" I sighed dramatically.
For some reason (can't imagine why) this caused Genrou to start laughing his head off.
"And now you're laughing at me! I am so deeply hurt."
He was bent nearly double with laughter, gasping in an attempt to catch his breath. I looked at him with amusement as he tried to regain control of himself.
"Huh... you, being melodramatic!" Genrou shook his head. "That is so unbelievable!"
I snickered a bit. "It's your fault, you know. I drank four cans of coke at your house and now I'm hyper." I tended to get weird when I was hyper. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that my body isn't used to caffeine, since I hardly ever have any chance to get soda.
My redheaded friend looked like an idea suddenly occurred to him. He smiled evilly.
I shuddered with dread. Now what...?
He looked at the rack of clothes, then at me, and to the clothes, and once more to me. And again smiled evilly.
Shudder. "Uh... Gen... rou...?"
"You know, Sai, I think this shirt would look good on you..."
AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
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I am so going to kill Genrou.
"Sai, come out of the dressing room and let me see!"
"Go to hell Genrou!"
"...Duh, we're already there! It's called High School remember? Now come out!"
Sulk.
And sulk some more.
"Fine," I eventually muttered. I shoved the dressing room door open and stalked out, crossing my arms defensively. Christ, how the hell had he talked me into this...? I was wearing tight, black leather pants that were soft to the touch and a black fishnet shirt with a black tank top beneath it.
Ok, ok, I'll admit it; the outfit was kind of cool, really. If I just had the right accessories and make up I could look like a J-Rock singer...
But still! Genrou was making me dress up in clothes like some sort of doll! Augh. The outfit I was wearing at that moment was only one of the many he had handed to me; each more embarrassing than the last.
God, please let it stop soon.
Genrou grinned approvingly. "Hey, lookin' good!"
I scoffed and tossed my hair over my shoulder. "Of course. I am always beautiful," I replied mockingly.
He just rolled his eyes.
"What do you want? I still have caffeine in my system." A pause. "Can we go now?"
"Fine, fine. Stop whinin' like a little girl, we'll go. I just have to ring these up." He smirked at me.
"Little girl?" I choked. And immediately tackled Genrou, pinning him to the floor by sitting on his back. "Take that, Fang Boy!"
He struggled to out from beneath me, but failed. Finally the redhead muttered, disgruntled, "You're getting dust all over my clothes."
"Tough luck; you started it."
An amused laugh came from behind me. "Is this how you treat all your friends, Saihitei?"
That voice!
I quickly got off of Genrou and turned to face Mr. Ri. That smile again! I could kill him!
More slowly, Genrou rose and I helped him pick up the scattered clothing. Once they were in order, he freed an arm from holding them and smacked me upside the head.
"Ow!"
"Serves you right. That hurt damn it!" He turned to the teacher and grinned. "Sorry man. Sai ain't got no manners."
"Oh, look who's talking!" I retorted. It was easier to banter with Genrou then to focus on the Ri. Being around him always made me fell very unsettled. So I glared.
As you can see, I dislike being unsettled, and I show it.
And then they started chatting of all things! AUGH! That redheaded traitor--!! They were still talking as they wandered over to the counter so that Genrou could pay and then apparently off to the food court, leaving me to drift behind them.
I could almost feel myself blowing hot and cold alternately. I burned with shame that an authority figure had seen me pouncing on Genrou like some sort of child. At the same time I grew cold with anger that he would dare to intrude on us; Genrou was my friend, and they were talking like they'd always known each other!
Yet I knew I shouldn't be thinking that-- I needed to stop that train of thought, but I was so upset I couldn't think straight. My stomach churned and pounding headache began at my temples.
Feeling unwell on more than one level, I excused myself and ducked into one of the bathrooms. Taking deep breaths, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I needed to get control of myself! Ri was just a teacher. There was nothing he had done or could do to get such a reaction out of me!
Why was I responding so violently to harmless situations?
I growled silently and ground my teeth. Why not ask what was the origin of life? I was as likely to get either answer.
For that matter, why did I hate mirrors?! Christ, if I never had to be forced to see the monster that I was, I would possibly be a less aggrieved person.
I took another deep breath and splashed some water on my face. Time to go back out into the world. I could only hope that Ri had left. But I wasn't that lucky a person.
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Sorry! I know this chapter's short-- but I had to cut it off here. The next chapter's going to be important; it starts off the climax, sorta. ^.-;; Yeah, I'm a bad explainer. Just wait and see for the chapter to come.