A/N » Thanks –me-, Devilish-angeL [originally named Fan] and Shells again! I love reviews! ^^ Chapter 10 was quite long, took me a few hours to write. I suddenly had inspiration for this chapter while listening to my Math teacher drone on and on about congruent triangles. It kind of sux but at least there's something for me to write about. Haha, I'm weird. :)
Disclaimer » Hana Yori Dango does not belong to me. It never will belong to me. It never has belonged to me. ^^
Generation Y
Chapter 11 » He's gone?!?
Linkin Park music was blasting into her new sleek headphones, accompanied by lyrics of 'Numb' from the listener. Yaoda Ayumi was a big fan of rock music, especially Linkin Park and occasionally P.O.D.
"Can't you spend your time doing more worthwhile activities? Mum has been urging you to take up floral arrangements. Stop listening to all this punkish stuff, they are going to ruin your ears and brain!" shouted Yaoda Ella to her sister.
Ayumi switched off her electric blue disc man and turned to look at her sister.
"As if floral arrangements will do me any good. I'm allergic to flowers. What do you want me to arrange? Plastic flowers? And Linkin Park is not punk, they are almost Zen!" snapped back Ayumi. Usually she wouldn't argue with her sister, but, she absolutely worships Linkin Park and would not stand any insults about them.
"Zen? What do you know about Zen other than waterfalls and soothing music?" her sister asked mockingly, quietly stroking the ragged doll in her porcelain like hands.
"Apparently much more than you do. At least I don't go around voodoo-ing my enemies."
Ella puffed up her cheeks angrily.
"At least I'm doing something constructive. I'm trying to get an obstacle out of my way. Now excuse me and I shall return to my room lest you complain I'm preventing you from destroying your half dead brain cells and ear drums." Retorted Ella, she knew she was fighting a losing battle and wanted to exit gracefully. Typical Ella style.
Ella stepped out of Ayumi's room and made her way quietly to the posh purple room beside her sister's. She had specially made sure that the room appeared bright and cheerful at all times. The purple was there to enhance the royal ness of her sickly sweet colored heaven otherwise know as her bedroom. The bay window was currently shut out by the silky purple curtains that didn't seem to keep out much light, though it made the room appear totally purple-ish although thank-god the walls were a faint peach color.
Locking the door behind her, Ella carefully picked up a thick and dusty book she recently found in the attic.
"Voodoo for you." she read. "Let's see what they have under the destroy your rivals section."
Placing the ragged doll on her king sized bed; Ella began flipping through the book for her secret revenge.
"Got it!" She exclaimed and smiled evilly to herself before emptying her bag of the necessary ingredients needed.
The next day » Eitoku Gakuen"Yo Misao! Watcha doing babe?" asked Ryuki as he flapped and moved his fingers in mocking rap style.
Misao stared open mouthed at the crazed lunatic who had begun doing a very Usher like 360° turn.
"Don't mind him. Had a bit too much to drink last night. We were trying to discuss about his birthday bash but he just had to try to sneak up on the conversation. To prevent secrets from spilling, we had to drown him in champagne." Muttered Saota as he tried to pull Ryuki away from kissing the wall.
"Shono's birthday? When is it?" asked Misao half shocked.
"The 29." Replied Nishirou as he too tried to pull a struggling Ryuki away from the wall.
"Oh. That's… 2 weeks away from today. How old will he be turning anyway?" asked Misao as she smiled cheerfully at Nishirou, who simply blushed and turned away.
"Nish! Grab hold of this baboon's legs, we are carrying him." Saota shouted to Nishirou and gasped when Ryuki's fist reached out and attempted to punch him. "16 this year."
"Oh." Said Misao as she moved aside when Ryuki lunged towards her.
"Ahhhhh!!!" the unlucky victim behind Misao screamed.
F2 widened their eyes in horror while Misao gasped. Apparently in his drunken stupor, Ryuki had managed a kamikaze suicide hug on Kirisawa Sakaro.
She swung her bag at his head with all her might and ran away, leaving a bump as souvenir on Ryuki's head.
"Stars… lots of them… more stars…" sputtered Ryuki before he finally blacked out.
"Girls nowadays do pack a lot of punch don't they?" joked Saota.
"Correction." Added Misao. "It's more like, they have rapist-proofed bags."
The three of them stood there laughing like maniacs and then dragged Ryuki to the nurse office to keep the swelling away.
As they were walking and dragging what looked like a good-looking lump of black thing, Misao suddenly thought about Takizawa.
"Hey, where's Takizawa?" she asked timidly.
Nishirou looked away and they stopped walking.
"He transferred." Was the reply she got from Saota.
Misao bit her lip.
"It's… where is he now?" she asked again, not daring to look at F2 incase they somehow decide to link Takizawa's departure with her.
"Not anywhere in Japan. Probably some U.S country like L.A or further. He told his father that he needed a change of environment to sort some things out and that he could also learn some tips before taking over the Taiken Corporation. We do not know if he will return or not. But we are planning to dig out his location and visit him during the Spring Break. Or maybe try to invite him to Ryuki's birthday. Since young, we have always celebrated our birthdays together, it would seem weird if Takizawa isn't around this year." Finished Saota. He resumed walking and Nishirou follow suit.
"You mean… you do not know where he is?" Misao asked, not moving from her position.
"No." The brief answer to her question completely threw her mind into a state of blank. She knew Takizawa was deliberately avoiding her. Now he was doing so to the extent that he was willing to sacrifice the friendship and bonds he's created with his fellow childhood friends just to be alone. She didn't know if he was being selfish, or she, unforgiving.
Misao resumed walking but found F3 nowhere in sight. She leaned against the wall silently and started sobbing, before she finally broke down into tears. Tears rolled down her cheeks like a never-ending flowing tap. It could never be turned off until it had been repaired. To her, there was no more mechanics left in the world to repair her tears. She slid down the wall and sat down in a hunched back form. Hugging her knees to her temple, she shook uncontrollably from her continuous crying.
Never bothering to wipe her tears away, she let herself into a tighter squeeze that threatens to take the breath out of her.
"Misao." A soft voice echoed through the abnormally empty hall.
Nishirou. She thought.
The sense of guilt was too overwhelming. It only increased upon hearing Nishirou's voice.
"Nishirou!" She cried and rushed forward to hug him. She needed support right now and no one she could think of could offer that to her other than Nishirou, or probably Kouji.
Nishirou debated to himself whether he should put his arms around the crying girl. She was shaking so much he was very tempted to hold her and share all her grief. He finally gave in to conscience and kept his arms safely by his side.
"I feel so stupid. So jinx… I'm an idiot." She cried again. Tightening her grasp on Nishirou's shirt. Still shaking violently, she pressed her head against Nishirou's well-toned body.
"Misao. It's not your fault." Nishirou spoke up quietly. "It his choice. His final decision. Nobody forced him into it. He's probably enjoying life over there and glad that he made the transfer to another country."
Misao stopped crying and soften her grip on him. She looked up at Nishirou. She noticed no sign of lying. Instead, they were filled with concern and softness. Misao found herself absorbed in staring at them. She never knew someone so quiet was capable of such kindness and beautiful eyes. Shaking her head inwardly, she turned away from him then tried to put on an I'm-ok-everything's-fine smile.
"Thanks Nishirou. Thank you for being there when I was crying like an idiot. You can leave me alone now. I think Hatakaru san will need your help with Shono more than me." She smiled.
Nishirou grinned sheepishly then replied, "I guess you're right. If you ever need anything feel free to look for me. I'm always available. I guess I better look for Saota before Ryuki turns the nurse office upside down. See you later?"
"Later." Misao gave a weak smile then tried to straighten herself up before proceeding to the first lesson.
Reviews from the previous chapter »
-me- » Glad you like this idea! Oh and Kouji IS a bishonen. Can't have Misao dating an average looking guy, neither will Yaoda Ella go after an average one. ^^
Shells » Yay! Someone finds Kouji cool! I was afraid that people might think he is a little too extra and would want him out of the picture. Does Kouji like Misao? I don't know. He might. He might not. He might later. Infact, I don't even know. You will definitely be seeing more of Kouji and Nishirou. One of my favourite characters.
Fan » I never really liked the Tsukasa/Tsukushi pairings either. Sometimes I found Rui cuter, other times Tsukasa seemed like a good choice. I think Takizawa is a little bit whiny now; I really want to pack him of to some foreign country and let him stay there till Nishirou or some other guy goes with Misao. Maybe say he got sick for 1 year. Haha. I'm trying to bring him back to normal, if I know what I'm talking about. I agree about the déjà vu part. I created a new set of characters because I don't really like the original ones, if possible, I might even want to bring this to fictionpress.com and change the names and settings but similar story plot. Continue reviewing! Arigato! ^^