The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
Chapter Five: Spring Keeps You Ever Close
Disclaimer: All who own Kare Kano and Brand New raise their hands. My point exactly.
Mountain Rain: Good news! I finally bought the third volume! Anyway, in response to ChaoticSlytherin, I don't know if the beginning of chap. 4 was from something else. I don't read many KK fics now because no one updates and all of the good stories have run their course. So if it was, pardon. I just needed anything to fill in chap. 4. And I don't understand your last statement. It was confusing. I am puzzled, but thanks for taking the time to review. And to Mike: thanks so much for reviewing. Brand New is one of my favorite bands, too. That's why I chose the title. And your review doesn't suck; it's always refreshing to see another H&HC and Brand New fan.
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"Hello, is this Arima?"
"Yes. Who is it?"
"It's Tsukino. Sis said she wants to meet with you next Sunday to talk, but she's too scared to call you up. Will you meet with her?"
"She-She wants to see me? Next Sunday?"
"Yup."
"Sure. Where?"
"The swing set at the old park at sundown."
"Okay."
"Okay then, thanks! Bye."
Tsukino and Kano giggled after they hung up the phone. Arima was so trusting.
"Alright, we got Arima! Now we just have to get Yuki!" said Kano triumphantly. She ran with Tsuki to Yukino's desk, where she was hunched over her math homework. Yukino's messy hair was pulled back into a small ponytail. Dark circles under her eyes indicated lack of sleep; the reason was undoubtedly a certain dark-haired boy.
"Hey, Sis!" chirped the younger siblings.
"Yeah?" answered Yukino, looking up from her work momentarily.
"Arima called. He wants to see you next Sunday at the swing set in the old park at sunset."
"Are you sure? I didn't hear the phone ring. And if he wanted to meet with me, wouldn't he ask to speak to me?"
Tsukino hesitated. "He called earlier when you were at the store. Since you weren't there, he just left a message with me. I remembered just now."
"Oh, okay," said Yukino. She tried to hide the excitement in her voice, but to no avail.
"Great," smiled Kano.
The plan was set. The two lovebirds would meet, spill their hearts, and get back together. Everything was going to be perfect.
…Wouldn't it…?
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Meanwhile, Arima leaned on the wall next to the telephone in his room. He glanced at the plain wooden bookcase that held his phone. He unconsciously smiled at the thought of meeting Miyazawa. A soothing voice told him that she was going to be so happy to see him. Vivid memories of the fun times they spent swam through his mind. He complacently basked in the warm sunlight slipping through the window while remembering the time Yukino had slipped her hand into his…and for that moment, things were perfect….
Before Arima could regain his strong love for Yukino, the voice interrupted. Arima planned on apologizing to Miyazawa, but the voice had other plans….
Arima.
"Yes?"
Can't you see that Miyazawa is just playing with your emotions? That whole meeting is just a plot to humiliate you.
"Why? She's has no reason to do that…right?"
How naïve. That "true self" of hers is entirely false. She wants to make you the laughing stock of the school so she will once again rise to the top.
"No. I can't let her do that. What do I do?"
You will turn the tables on her. Twist the meeting so she will regret ever being brought into this world.
"How do I do that?"
That is simple. All you have to do is….
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Sunday brought anticipation for both sides. Yukino woke extra early in the morning to prepare. She wanted to look her best. For hours, she experimented with tiny bits of makeup, trying to look "natural" before she realized that "natural" makeup was the same as regular makeup. Finally, she stepped out of her house dressed in a light pink sundress, cherry blossoms gracing her hair, and light pink eye shadow and lip-gloss. With an air of anxiety about her, she took a shaking step out of her gate.
Arima felt the need to look his best too, contrary to the wishes of the voice. At thirty minutes until sundown, he walked out of his house, preparing to rid himself of his troubles.
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Yukino sat on the swing hesitantly. Arima was nowhere. Was she too early? She brushed that thought off; Arima was always punctual. The old park seemed to glisten with memories and bliss. No one was around, however. Yukino decided that it was the best place to meet. They would have the privacy they needed in order to patch things up.
A light breeze made the rusty swing next to her creek and moan. Yukino felt her spine tingle. A shadow approached her. Yukino looked up; it was Arima. His face was blank, but she chirped his name anyway.
"Arima!"
He grinned. Yukino quickly shut her mouth and trembled in fear. This was not her Arima. He had his body…but something was wrong. She sensed a new personality taking over his mind, filling his head with one command.
To get rid of Yukino.
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Mountain Rain: What did you think? Ha, I can just imagine Arima's good voice tied up and gagged in the back of his head while the evil one cackles manically. Ah, I must answer a certain review. Teletha, I understand your perspective, and I do agree with you that I should know more about the characters before I write a story about them. But I'm sick of all this sugary crap thrown about FF.net. (Sorry, but I do like most of the sugary crap. Alot of it just gets on my nerves, though.) I thought I would write a REAL fic, WITHOUT A HAPPY PLOT, WITH SUFFERING AND INSANITY. I was researching about the death of a woman who was killed by her boyfriend. He thought she was perfect, and loved her dearly. But when she broke up with him, he snapped. She was no longer perfect in his mind, and he just went and shot her. The guy reminded me of Arima, so I just took a freakin' pen and started writing. Haven't you ever heard of OOC? I really don't enjoy it when the characters are so true to their character. It seriously ticks me off. Fan fiction is art. Art can be abstract. So deal. (P.S. Sorry if I blew up on you. I'm just in a really bad mood and I think I took your review the wrong way… Thanks anyway, I guess, for reviewing.)
