AN: Guess who's back and updating?? Hehe, I tried to write a long chapter,
but its just not me. -_- Either way, enjoy reading. I'm actually quite
pleased with this chapter. ^^ That's a first, ne? I switch between Yuki and
Nishikado POV, but I thought it helped the story move along. Oh, and it's
sort of confusing when Nishikado starts talking to his "sensitive voice"
That's the writing within the [ and ]. Okay?? That's his Inner Voice.
Thought I should clarify. ^^ Happy reading.
ToinKs : Thx, I don't kno why I thought of rain, but I'm glad you liked it. And sorry, you still don't find out who the stalker is, but soooon, I promise.
jestina : Thx ^^ I'm studying muchos hard for SATs. And OOC is out of character. This chapter, you won't find out who he is, that'll be for later.
fresh8 : Hehe, there's only a little angst ahead. And cellphone thing, ^^ I loved writing it. I wish some guy would buy ME a cell phone!
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Disclaimer: I do not own HYD.
~*~*~ Ch. 7 Dreams ~*~*~
The rain fell softly outside my open window and I could feel the cold breeze blow in. Shivering, I pulled my legs up to my chest and huddled there, staring out at the dark night. For some reason, hearing the soft drizzle of rain, smelling the musky wet sand, and watching the summer night made me feel at home in my strange new surroundings.
A soft knock on the door forced me to tear my gaze from the mesmerizing oblivion.
"Come in." I said, trying to sound as normal as possible while thinking not so normal thoughts.
Tsukushi poked her head in, her brows arched together to form gentle wrinkles on her forehead.
I sighed and got down from my spot next to the window.
"Yuki, you shouldn't leave the window open on a night like this." She said, walking over to where I had been and closing it for me, drawing the heavy draperies.
I stood rooted in my spot as I watched her shut out my view of the real world, like a mother, shielding her child from the harsh reality.
Tsukushi wrung her hands as her stood before me, peering into my face. "Yuki?" she asked, obviously unsure of what to say to me.
I mentally gave myself a shake. I couldn't let her worry about me. I relied on her so much nowadays. Her and the F4. It seemed like a dream almost.. but then in the end it was just that.. Too good to be true. In the end, it all came crashing down on me. I mentally heaved a sigh at my melancholy mood. I really wasn't in the mood for such self-pity.
Smiling as best I could, I began pulling Tsukushi toward the door. "Don't worry about me so much." I said, "Really, I'm fine. I just wanted to get some air. Now get out so I can sleep." I added playfully, trying my best to assure her that she didn't need to be there, holding my hand through every step of the way.
Finding myself alone with my thoughts again, I threw my worn body on the soft bed.
God, life was complicated. It all seemed okay in the beginning.. some crazy stalker person.. the F4 giving me a helping hand and taking me to the beach.
.. Getting to spend time with Nishikado.
It's been five days since he told me I was like a sister to him. Three days since a phone call came to haunt me. It's been one day since Nishikado's new girlfriend came to the beach house.
"Aaaah!" I yelled, hitting myself on the head. WHY must I think about this now. Especially with all these weird things going on in my life. Shouldn't I be worried about the stalker person instead of Nishikado and his stupid girlfriend?
That brings me to the million dollar question, who would want to stalk me?
The only person I could think of was.. someone from three years ago. A man who's face I had forgotten. Someone that no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember what had happened in the short while we were together. Yet.. the haunting face that shows up in dreams to taunt at my past. If only I knew what had happened.
Every time I try to remember.. a crashing headache comes.
.. like right now.
Groaning, I turned my head back into the pillows and willed myself to get a few moments of rest before going back to the torturous attempt to remember that awful voice.
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I buried my face in my blankets and groaned at the mess I was in. It wasn't exactly like I had ASKED the girl to come to the beach house. And I didn't think Yuki would take it so badly. I realize that I had promised to protect her and be there for her, but I get the feeling that Yuki's not exactly happy about this arrangement.
And then there's the question of: Why should I care?
[ Because you like her. ]
Do I not repeatedly tell myself that I am a playboy? Why do I care that Yuki no longer smiles when she sees me?
[ I just said it's because you like her. ]
The flowered girl lay in my arms snuggling closer to my warmth as I listened to the rain outside.
.. Yuki.
[ She said she hated it when it rains. ]
I resisted the urge to hit my head and instead gave myself a mental kick. Here was that annoying nagging voice in my head again. The one that's telling me to go to Yuki's room and comfort her. The one that's making me remember all the things that Yuki told me. The one that makes me want to find out who the stalker is and bash his or her head to pieces.
Though such violence would result in blood and gore, and that would ruin my perfect visage.
[ Um, so settle for going to her room and comforting her. ]
But still.. WHEN did this happen to me? When exactly did this idiotic voice find its way into my head?
And, of course, WHY?? Why me, why now, why her??
[ Does it matter? Go to her room and comfort her, NOW. ]
I gently rolled the girl in my arms to the other side of the bed and flexed my arm, trying to get the blood back into my fingers. I can never understand why girls like to cuddle so much.
I can not understand why I am complaining now.
I heaved a sigh and softly got out of bed. Pulling on the matching pajamas Makino had gotten the F4, I ambled out of the room.. and found myself leaning against Yuki's door.
It was that accursed voice again. It must have taken control of my body and led me here. Before I could do anything to stop myself, my hand reached for the door knob and turned.
The door swung open even before I got a chance to recollect myself and I practically, almost fell on Yuki.
Straightening up, I laughed nervously, my hand automatically reaching up to my hair.
Yuki gave me a disgruntled look, standing there looking disheveled, holding the door wide open as though wishing for me to leave.
Instead of doing so, I strode into the room purposefully and sat down on her bed.
Yuki's eyebrows shot up, but she continued to stand there with the open invitation for me to get out.
"Oh, don't mind me, were you going somewhere?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as though I just coincidentally decided to walk down the hall and randomly fall into a room.
[ Okay, Mr. Hot Shot, what exactly is your plan here? ]
I have no clue what my plan is, maybe get her to close the damned door and acknowledge me.
She did not budge, so I slipped out of my slippers and pulled my legs up on her bed, Indian style.
She sighed, seeing that I was not going to take the hint and very slowly closed the door, saying, "I had originally wanted some water, but never mind."
Score one for me. Door closed.
"May I ask what you are doing here?" She asked innocently. She folded her hands in front of her and stood as still as a mouse caught in a snakes radar.
I smiled brilliantly, "Just checking up on you, seeing how you were doing. Didn't you say how much you hated the rain?"
I smiled inwardly at that comment, it was a fantastic play. She was bound to feel like I was the most thoughtful person in the world to care and she would right then and there fall into my arms.
.. not that I want her to..
I shook my head hurriedly, trying frantically to switch my mind off playboy mode.
Yuki peered at me with a peculiar look on her face. "I didn't think you cared, much less remembered."
I wouldn't have minded not remembering. I wouldn't have minded at all if this stupid retarded voice left me this very instant and stopped putting in little memories of Yuki in my head.
As suddenly as that, the voice went away.
And by gods, did that suck. I opened and closed my mouth wordlessly. Stupid voice, come back to my head and tell me what to say! What a time to abandon me, my sensitive side suddenly decided to take a vacation and at the worst time possible.
"Uh.."
Think, damnit Soijirou, think.
"Yuki, I'm not that cold hearted."
Hey, that sounded kind of.. sensitive.
"Look," Yuki said, her face turned away so that her short hair covered her from my view, "You don't have to pretend to care about me just because of some stupid promise you made to Tsukushi. Why don't you go back to your girlfriend now?"
My hands flew up as though to ward off that emotional arrow aimed at my heart. Sheeesh, touchy, is she?
"Yuki, I promise YOU I will help you."
Her face was still turned from me, and I grew suddenly angry. Here I was trying to be a nice guy and she refuses to accept it.
"Yuki, look at me." I stood up and strode up to her. "LOOK at me, PLEASE." I yanked her around so she stared up at me with tear filled eyes.
Staring into her face with tears streaming down, something in me crumbled.
"Gods, Yuki, I'm so sorry."
She wretched herself from my grasp and turned away again.
"I promise," I said, speaking to her back now, "I promise you, I will find out who that stalker is, and I will put an end to all this."
Walking to the door, I pulled it open and before leaving, I left her with one phrase that was bound to keep her awake crying, though I was not exactly thinking at the moment. "Just, please, don't cry anymore."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Yuki's POV ~*~*~*~*~
I went to bed with those parting words imbedded deeply in my mind. And as I slept I dreamed.
One moment I was laughing, in the arms of boy. We were at an amusement park.. or something. It was all black and white.
A kiss, an innocent kiss on the lips.. so sweet and pure.
And then, pain.
There was.. a car accident.. or something. And the boy, the boy who kissed me, the boy who held me and laughed with me, he stared into me, his eyes wide open in shock. And the rain fell.
I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping like crazy. That was the man on the phone. I curled up in my bed; that was the man with the beautiful voice who called me just days ago.
The man in my dreams who tried to kill me.
ToinKs : Thx, I don't kno why I thought of rain, but I'm glad you liked it. And sorry, you still don't find out who the stalker is, but soooon, I promise.
jestina : Thx ^^ I'm studying muchos hard for SATs. And OOC is out of character. This chapter, you won't find out who he is, that'll be for later.
fresh8 : Hehe, there's only a little angst ahead. And cellphone thing, ^^ I loved writing it. I wish some guy would buy ME a cell phone!
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Disclaimer: I do not own HYD.
~*~*~ Ch. 7 Dreams ~*~*~
The rain fell softly outside my open window and I could feel the cold breeze blow in. Shivering, I pulled my legs up to my chest and huddled there, staring out at the dark night. For some reason, hearing the soft drizzle of rain, smelling the musky wet sand, and watching the summer night made me feel at home in my strange new surroundings.
A soft knock on the door forced me to tear my gaze from the mesmerizing oblivion.
"Come in." I said, trying to sound as normal as possible while thinking not so normal thoughts.
Tsukushi poked her head in, her brows arched together to form gentle wrinkles on her forehead.
I sighed and got down from my spot next to the window.
"Yuki, you shouldn't leave the window open on a night like this." She said, walking over to where I had been and closing it for me, drawing the heavy draperies.
I stood rooted in my spot as I watched her shut out my view of the real world, like a mother, shielding her child from the harsh reality.
Tsukushi wrung her hands as her stood before me, peering into my face. "Yuki?" she asked, obviously unsure of what to say to me.
I mentally gave myself a shake. I couldn't let her worry about me. I relied on her so much nowadays. Her and the F4. It seemed like a dream almost.. but then in the end it was just that.. Too good to be true. In the end, it all came crashing down on me. I mentally heaved a sigh at my melancholy mood. I really wasn't in the mood for such self-pity.
Smiling as best I could, I began pulling Tsukushi toward the door. "Don't worry about me so much." I said, "Really, I'm fine. I just wanted to get some air. Now get out so I can sleep." I added playfully, trying my best to assure her that she didn't need to be there, holding my hand through every step of the way.
Finding myself alone with my thoughts again, I threw my worn body on the soft bed.
God, life was complicated. It all seemed okay in the beginning.. some crazy stalker person.. the F4 giving me a helping hand and taking me to the beach.
.. Getting to spend time with Nishikado.
It's been five days since he told me I was like a sister to him. Three days since a phone call came to haunt me. It's been one day since Nishikado's new girlfriend came to the beach house.
"Aaaah!" I yelled, hitting myself on the head. WHY must I think about this now. Especially with all these weird things going on in my life. Shouldn't I be worried about the stalker person instead of Nishikado and his stupid girlfriend?
That brings me to the million dollar question, who would want to stalk me?
The only person I could think of was.. someone from three years ago. A man who's face I had forgotten. Someone that no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember what had happened in the short while we were together. Yet.. the haunting face that shows up in dreams to taunt at my past. If only I knew what had happened.
Every time I try to remember.. a crashing headache comes.
.. like right now.
Groaning, I turned my head back into the pillows and willed myself to get a few moments of rest before going back to the torturous attempt to remember that awful voice.
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I buried my face in my blankets and groaned at the mess I was in. It wasn't exactly like I had ASKED the girl to come to the beach house. And I didn't think Yuki would take it so badly. I realize that I had promised to protect her and be there for her, but I get the feeling that Yuki's not exactly happy about this arrangement.
And then there's the question of: Why should I care?
[ Because you like her. ]
Do I not repeatedly tell myself that I am a playboy? Why do I care that Yuki no longer smiles when she sees me?
[ I just said it's because you like her. ]
The flowered girl lay in my arms snuggling closer to my warmth as I listened to the rain outside.
.. Yuki.
[ She said she hated it when it rains. ]
I resisted the urge to hit my head and instead gave myself a mental kick. Here was that annoying nagging voice in my head again. The one that's telling me to go to Yuki's room and comfort her. The one that's making me remember all the things that Yuki told me. The one that makes me want to find out who the stalker is and bash his or her head to pieces.
Though such violence would result in blood and gore, and that would ruin my perfect visage.
[ Um, so settle for going to her room and comforting her. ]
But still.. WHEN did this happen to me? When exactly did this idiotic voice find its way into my head?
And, of course, WHY?? Why me, why now, why her??
[ Does it matter? Go to her room and comfort her, NOW. ]
I gently rolled the girl in my arms to the other side of the bed and flexed my arm, trying to get the blood back into my fingers. I can never understand why girls like to cuddle so much.
I can not understand why I am complaining now.
I heaved a sigh and softly got out of bed. Pulling on the matching pajamas Makino had gotten the F4, I ambled out of the room.. and found myself leaning against Yuki's door.
It was that accursed voice again. It must have taken control of my body and led me here. Before I could do anything to stop myself, my hand reached for the door knob and turned.
The door swung open even before I got a chance to recollect myself and I practically, almost fell on Yuki.
Straightening up, I laughed nervously, my hand automatically reaching up to my hair.
Yuki gave me a disgruntled look, standing there looking disheveled, holding the door wide open as though wishing for me to leave.
Instead of doing so, I strode into the room purposefully and sat down on her bed.
Yuki's eyebrows shot up, but she continued to stand there with the open invitation for me to get out.
"Oh, don't mind me, were you going somewhere?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as though I just coincidentally decided to walk down the hall and randomly fall into a room.
[ Okay, Mr. Hot Shot, what exactly is your plan here? ]
I have no clue what my plan is, maybe get her to close the damned door and acknowledge me.
She did not budge, so I slipped out of my slippers and pulled my legs up on her bed, Indian style.
She sighed, seeing that I was not going to take the hint and very slowly closed the door, saying, "I had originally wanted some water, but never mind."
Score one for me. Door closed.
"May I ask what you are doing here?" She asked innocently. She folded her hands in front of her and stood as still as a mouse caught in a snakes radar.
I smiled brilliantly, "Just checking up on you, seeing how you were doing. Didn't you say how much you hated the rain?"
I smiled inwardly at that comment, it was a fantastic play. She was bound to feel like I was the most thoughtful person in the world to care and she would right then and there fall into my arms.
.. not that I want her to..
I shook my head hurriedly, trying frantically to switch my mind off playboy mode.
Yuki peered at me with a peculiar look on her face. "I didn't think you cared, much less remembered."
I wouldn't have minded not remembering. I wouldn't have minded at all if this stupid retarded voice left me this very instant and stopped putting in little memories of Yuki in my head.
As suddenly as that, the voice went away.
And by gods, did that suck. I opened and closed my mouth wordlessly. Stupid voice, come back to my head and tell me what to say! What a time to abandon me, my sensitive side suddenly decided to take a vacation and at the worst time possible.
"Uh.."
Think, damnit Soijirou, think.
"Yuki, I'm not that cold hearted."
Hey, that sounded kind of.. sensitive.
"Look," Yuki said, her face turned away so that her short hair covered her from my view, "You don't have to pretend to care about me just because of some stupid promise you made to Tsukushi. Why don't you go back to your girlfriend now?"
My hands flew up as though to ward off that emotional arrow aimed at my heart. Sheeesh, touchy, is she?
"Yuki, I promise YOU I will help you."
Her face was still turned from me, and I grew suddenly angry. Here I was trying to be a nice guy and she refuses to accept it.
"Yuki, look at me." I stood up and strode up to her. "LOOK at me, PLEASE." I yanked her around so she stared up at me with tear filled eyes.
Staring into her face with tears streaming down, something in me crumbled.
"Gods, Yuki, I'm so sorry."
She wretched herself from my grasp and turned away again.
"I promise," I said, speaking to her back now, "I promise you, I will find out who that stalker is, and I will put an end to all this."
Walking to the door, I pulled it open and before leaving, I left her with one phrase that was bound to keep her awake crying, though I was not exactly thinking at the moment. "Just, please, don't cry anymore."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Yuki's POV ~*~*~*~*~
I went to bed with those parting words imbedded deeply in my mind. And as I slept I dreamed.
One moment I was laughing, in the arms of boy. We were at an amusement park.. or something. It was all black and white.
A kiss, an innocent kiss on the lips.. so sweet and pure.
And then, pain.
There was.. a car accident.. or something. And the boy, the boy who kissed me, the boy who held me and laughed with me, he stared into me, his eyes wide open in shock. And the rain fell.
I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping like crazy. That was the man on the phone. I curled up in my bed; that was the man with the beautiful voice who called me just days ago.
The man in my dreams who tried to kill me.