The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Chapter Four: Like the Skin Stretched Over Your Bones
Disclaimer: No. I don't own anything. Kare Kano and Brand New are included in that anything.
Monotonous days brought Yukino to the edge of sanity. One week after the breakup, she finally spotted Arima. He was walking around the schoolyard; the wind blowing his long jet bangs out of his bored eyes. He sensed Yukino's presence and turned to stare her in the eye.
Yukino felt as if he was searching her heart, and little did she know that he was doing the same. A feeling of anxiety and nervousness washed through her and she unknowingly began to cry. The salty drops ran down her alabaster cheek. She turned to hide it. Arima stared blankly at the girl and walked away. If Yukino had turned back, she would have noticed that a small tear ran from the corner of his eye and to the cold concrete below.
Gray sky loomed over Yukino's ginger head. Clouds began to mold together into dark blotches that filled the world with a sense of misplacement and loneliness. Yukino looked straight ahead and tried to shake away the thought of Arima not caring.
Of course he cares. No one forgets their first love, right? Maybe he even wants to get back together!
Yukino was living on false optimism. Behind her sweet smile was a lost child crying for her love. Her mind was concentrated on one fact:
Arima was going to forget about poor little Miyazawa if she didn't tell him how she felt soon.
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A new day brought little bliss to the parted couple. Arima silently sat in his desk while conversation floated through the classroom. Stupid talk of unimportant matters bored Arima. A particular name sparked his interest. Through the swirl of voices, Arima's ears picked up on one conversation.
"Anyway, Yukino and I are going out," bragged one boy. His friends were wide-eyed and amazed. "Last night, she and I were making out and—"
Arima's blood boiled. So, the little slut has moved on so fast? Humph. She'll learn soon enough that she can never escape me…. He smirked and dreamed of the day Yukino would see the damage she had caused. In the mean time, he devised a plan to teach that pretentious little girl-stealer a lesson.
The boy that was allegedly dating Yukino was walking through an empty school hallway during lunch break. He was whistling a catchy tune to himself. While passing an open classroom door, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him into impending doom.
"What's going on, Arima?! You scared the shiznit out of me!"
"Is it true?" he asked coldly.
"Is what true?" asked the boy as Arima held him roughly against the wall by his shirt collar.
"Are you really going out with her?"
"With who?"
"I don't have time for your stupidity! Is Miyazawa really going out with you?"
"Oh, that. Sure. Why wouldn't she?"
Arima threw the boy on the floor. He grabbed a nearby broom and made sure he would never touch Yukino again.
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Back at the Miyazawa household, Kano and Tsukino were smirking devilishly while sitting down in their room. A few papers were scattered around them. Kano held a simple drawing in front of her.
"This plan is perfect. When do we execute it?"
"Soon. Very soon. We have to find the right time when Sis isn't busy."
"What do we tell Arima?"
"We'll tell him that Sis wants to see him right now. We can make up a story about how she's so sad and won't stop crying."
"Perfect."
The plan wasn't perfect. The young sisters didn't take into account how Arima was feeling. They didn't know about his plans. Of course, who can tell what goes on in the minds of those mentally distressed? Like a river, his moods go from calm to raging in less than twenty seconds. No one can see through his sane front.
That may be the most dangerous thing of all.
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