Circumstances Unknown
Case 4: She Who Dares
Footsteps headed towards the door, slowly but surely it advanced to the entrance of the Miyazawa residence. The sound of feet came in contact with the ground, rhythmical like drum beats. A hand reached out and turned the door handle, arriving back home, the parents of Miyazawa Yukino stepped inside.
Yukino had always been the "good" girl; she has never caused trouble for anyone. Striving for perfection and the perfect image all her life, her fake mask finally came unraveled. The one, who motivated Yukino to find her true identity, was none other than Arima Souichirou. He gave her the courage and support to live life for herself, and not for anyone else.
Tonight, Miyazawa Yukino's perfect reputation she worked so hard for was going to be shattered. Just a routine checkup, her father edged towards the door that led to Yukino's room. To the bed she was sharing right now with her boyfriend. They were wrapped up in a blanket, warm and cozy pressed against their bare bodies, and unaware of what surprises may come with every breath.
The door knob slowly turned, revealing a crack in the doorway. Finally, the truth was unmasked, and the face of Miyazawa Hiroyuki came into perspective. His heart throbbing in his chest, about to jump out, suddenly something became clear to him, his precious daughter was drifting away from him.
In his mind, flashed memories of Yukino's childhood, and how she needed him so dearly. From the time she had a fever and he stayed up all night trying to make her feel better, to the time she felt so depressed, he cried along with her. All that was slowly deteriorating, and replacing those precious memories with scenes of Yukino and her new found love, Arima. He didn't know when or why, but he knew that his daughter would never need him like she did before, he had lost her.
Not wanting to make this even more awkward than it already was, Hiroyuki slipped away quietly and unnoticed. His heart broken and painfully hurting inside his chest, he slowly joined his beloved wife in bed. Wanting to escape from reality, he quickly drifted off to sleep, holding Miyako tightly in his arms, afraid she was going to leave him too one day. A single tear fell from the corner of his eye, landing on the pillow and slowly absorbed into the fabric.
The sun shone through the blue curtains, reflecting off a blue tint on Arima's face. He peeps open his eyes and saw a blurry figure hovering over him. Afraid he would be in danger, he bolted up, shaking the bed as he did so.
The figure was none other than Tsukino and her leering expression. On the other side of the bed, stood Kano, both fully dressed in their school uniforms. Yukino's sisters had on evil and sly grimaces.
"Kano! Tsukino!" The sudden outburst of the girl lying naked next to Arima signaled she had woken.
Her sisters just grinned and snickered, with the awkward couple blushing like mad. "Mom and dad aren't up yet," Tsukino teased. "So, if you don't want to get caught, you better get dressed and sneak out the window quickly."
Yukino glanced at the clock and screamed. Both of them scrambled up, wrapping themselves in the same blanket. In a matter of confusion, they both ran opposite directions, and released their grip on the blanket, revealing both their naked bodies.
Tsukino and Kano blushed and squealed, covering their eyes. "Ahhh! PERVERTS! HENTAI!"
Yukino hurried over and lunged at them, trying to stop them from screaming, not noticing she was still naked. Arima stood in the corner, with only pants on, blushing and holding back his nosebleed.
The couple skipped along the quiet street, hand in hand. No one would ever come between them and break that bond. Arima didn't seem as happy as Miyazawa did, as he silently followed her, thinking to himself.
Why should she be the one with all the blissful ignorance, while I stand here, barely able to control my feelings and emotions?
Arima's heart sank lower, and his soul grew a step farther away from it.
*****
A door slid open, and a familiar girl stepped inside, expecting an empty classroom. She looked up to see Tonami, who was mopping the floors. Tsubaki eyed this man standing in front of her, examining him.
He was very tan, tall and skinny, with dark brown hair matching his eyes. She could see the muscles through his white shirt, forming a very strong and healthy figure. This good looking guy was nothing like the little boy Tsubaki knew a long time ago. They might have the same name, but they are nothing alike. That boy was short and chubby, pale as snow, self conscious and overall weak. This newcomer was everything but weak; he was cocky, arrogant and overly confident.
Tonami stopped mopping and glanced up to see the girl gazing at him mesmerized. "Hey, what are you gawking at?" He snapped with his nose crinkled up towards his eyebrows.
He is nothing like the little boy she has come to appreciate, but still... there was something about this man that reminded her of him.
Tsubaki just continued staring at him, speechless. She could see her reflection in his dark glossy eyes. "I- I uh..." Walking towards him, she clumsily stumbled over the bucket tripping and ending up in his arms.
She looked up at him, he looked back at her. Silence shrouded around this room, only to be broken by the noises people made as they came through the door, ready for class. Not wanting to cause gossip and commotion, Tonami cast her away from his arms hurriedly. Tsubaki backed up against the chalkboard, still gazing at him.
Tonami greeted everyone as they came in, pretending nothing happened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tsubaki finally looking away towards her feet, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Miyazawa and Arima finally arrived and greeted their friends cheerfully, joining them was Asaba and Maho.
Tsubaki edged towards the door, greeting them as she left. "Bye! I've got to get to class!" She glimpsed at Tonami one last time and headed towards her classroom.
Tonami watched as she departed from his sight. Under his breath, he whispered to himself, "Sakura Tsubaki, I have you right where I wanted, this is working out exactly as I planned. I will make you feel the humility that I felt all those years ago."
"Hey Tonami!" One of the guys teased. "Are you and Sakura an item now? She's a tough one, think you can handle her?"
"Sakura Tsubaki from 1-D? I'd like to handle her!"
"Hey, how long have you two kept this from us?!"
Gossip and whispers echoed around the room rapidly, exactly what Tonami was afraid of. Anger rose in him, being taunted by the guys and girls. He clenched his fist tightly, deciding he was finally going to settle this score with Tsubaki.
After school, the colors of the sunset creped into class 1-D through the windows. Not a soul was there except Tsubaki dusting the chalkboard. Silence occurred until Tonami loudly flung the door open, causing her to jump.
"What the hell is your problem, I have cleaning duty!" She shouted angrily.
Not replying, Tonami stormed towards her and seized both her wrists. "We need to talk." He then hurled her against the chalkboard, extending his arms onto it, making it hard for her to escape.
Shocked and angry, Tsubaki struggled to escape, but his arms prevented it.
"What did you tell everyone?" He questioned, lowering his eyebrows.
"What are you talking about?" She replied matching the volume of his voice.
"Everyone thinks we're a couple now!" Tonami looked at her clueless expression. "So you haven't been telling people anything?"
"No," Tsubaki responded coldly. "Why would I want to ruin my reputation anyway?"
With the same cocky attitude, he mocked. "I want to save my time and energy for a girl that I actually appreciate; you probably wouldn't even HAVE the courage to be with me." He lifted up his arms, releasing her.
"You don't even deserve my dedication," Tsubaki teased, walking away from him. "And how do you know I DON'T have the courage?"
He smirked and coolly replied. "Well then, prove it."
"Then I will!"
Tsubaki strutted towards him, and this time she shoved him against the wall. Tonami was so tall that she had to stand on her tiptoes leaning against him. He supported her arms and arched his knee, so that it was between her legs. They were so close that they could feel each other's breathing and cologne.
Tsubaki leaning towards him, and he tilted his head so that their lips pressed against each other. The softness and warmth of Tonami's skin caused her to jolt back. Both of them started blushing and looked away.
Watching her, Tonami blushed and fixed his gaze upon her. Tsubaki headed to the door, and on her way out, she grinned. "So was that enough courage for you?" [Fin]
To be continued...Case 5: Chained Memories [Next]
[Authors Note]
Cherry: In the process of thinking up plot for the next chapter! Check for updates!
[Parody]
The door knob slowly turned, revealing a crack in the doorway. Finally, the truth was unmasked, and the face of Miyazawa Hiroyuki came into perspective. His heart throbbing in his chest, about to jump out, suddenly something became clear to him, his precious daughter was drifting away from him.
A sudden heat of anger burst inside of him, he was going to get into his "uniform." Five minutes later, he came back fully dressed in a...Pimp's costume!!!
He bolted the door open with a kick of the foot, scrambling awake the couple. In his hands stood a huge Bazooka, aimed straight at Arima.
"You can't have her!" He roared, about to ignite the Bazooka. "Yukino's MY bitch! Go find your own!" With that said; he fired his precious weapon and blew up our hero...along with the rest of the house...
Today's lesson is not to get a psycho pimp angry...
Case 4: She Who Dares
Footsteps headed towards the door, slowly but surely it advanced to the entrance of the Miyazawa residence. The sound of feet came in contact with the ground, rhythmical like drum beats. A hand reached out and turned the door handle, arriving back home, the parents of Miyazawa Yukino stepped inside.
Yukino had always been the "good" girl; she has never caused trouble for anyone. Striving for perfection and the perfect image all her life, her fake mask finally came unraveled. The one, who motivated Yukino to find her true identity, was none other than Arima Souichirou. He gave her the courage and support to live life for herself, and not for anyone else.
Tonight, Miyazawa Yukino's perfect reputation she worked so hard for was going to be shattered. Just a routine checkup, her father edged towards the door that led to Yukino's room. To the bed she was sharing right now with her boyfriend. They were wrapped up in a blanket, warm and cozy pressed against their bare bodies, and unaware of what surprises may come with every breath.
The door knob slowly turned, revealing a crack in the doorway. Finally, the truth was unmasked, and the face of Miyazawa Hiroyuki came into perspective. His heart throbbing in his chest, about to jump out, suddenly something became clear to him, his precious daughter was drifting away from him.
In his mind, flashed memories of Yukino's childhood, and how she needed him so dearly. From the time she had a fever and he stayed up all night trying to make her feel better, to the time she felt so depressed, he cried along with her. All that was slowly deteriorating, and replacing those precious memories with scenes of Yukino and her new found love, Arima. He didn't know when or why, but he knew that his daughter would never need him like she did before, he had lost her.
Not wanting to make this even more awkward than it already was, Hiroyuki slipped away quietly and unnoticed. His heart broken and painfully hurting inside his chest, he slowly joined his beloved wife in bed. Wanting to escape from reality, he quickly drifted off to sleep, holding Miyako tightly in his arms, afraid she was going to leave him too one day. A single tear fell from the corner of his eye, landing on the pillow and slowly absorbed into the fabric.
The sun shone through the blue curtains, reflecting off a blue tint on Arima's face. He peeps open his eyes and saw a blurry figure hovering over him. Afraid he would be in danger, he bolted up, shaking the bed as he did so.
The figure was none other than Tsukino and her leering expression. On the other side of the bed, stood Kano, both fully dressed in their school uniforms. Yukino's sisters had on evil and sly grimaces.
"Kano! Tsukino!" The sudden outburst of the girl lying naked next to Arima signaled she had woken.
Her sisters just grinned and snickered, with the awkward couple blushing like mad. "Mom and dad aren't up yet," Tsukino teased. "So, if you don't want to get caught, you better get dressed and sneak out the window quickly."
Yukino glanced at the clock and screamed. Both of them scrambled up, wrapping themselves in the same blanket. In a matter of confusion, they both ran opposite directions, and released their grip on the blanket, revealing both their naked bodies.
Tsukino and Kano blushed and squealed, covering their eyes. "Ahhh! PERVERTS! HENTAI!"
Yukino hurried over and lunged at them, trying to stop them from screaming, not noticing she was still naked. Arima stood in the corner, with only pants on, blushing and holding back his nosebleed.
The couple skipped along the quiet street, hand in hand. No one would ever come between them and break that bond. Arima didn't seem as happy as Miyazawa did, as he silently followed her, thinking to himself.
Why should she be the one with all the blissful ignorance, while I stand here, barely able to control my feelings and emotions?
Arima's heart sank lower, and his soul grew a step farther away from it.
*****
A door slid open, and a familiar girl stepped inside, expecting an empty classroom. She looked up to see Tonami, who was mopping the floors. Tsubaki eyed this man standing in front of her, examining him.
He was very tan, tall and skinny, with dark brown hair matching his eyes. She could see the muscles through his white shirt, forming a very strong and healthy figure. This good looking guy was nothing like the little boy Tsubaki knew a long time ago. They might have the same name, but they are nothing alike. That boy was short and chubby, pale as snow, self conscious and overall weak. This newcomer was everything but weak; he was cocky, arrogant and overly confident.
Tonami stopped mopping and glanced up to see the girl gazing at him mesmerized. "Hey, what are you gawking at?" He snapped with his nose crinkled up towards his eyebrows.
He is nothing like the little boy she has come to appreciate, but still... there was something about this man that reminded her of him.
Tsubaki just continued staring at him, speechless. She could see her reflection in his dark glossy eyes. "I- I uh..." Walking towards him, she clumsily stumbled over the bucket tripping and ending up in his arms.
She looked up at him, he looked back at her. Silence shrouded around this room, only to be broken by the noises people made as they came through the door, ready for class. Not wanting to cause gossip and commotion, Tonami cast her away from his arms hurriedly. Tsubaki backed up against the chalkboard, still gazing at him.
Tonami greeted everyone as they came in, pretending nothing happened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tsubaki finally looking away towards her feet, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Miyazawa and Arima finally arrived and greeted their friends cheerfully, joining them was Asaba and Maho.
Tsubaki edged towards the door, greeting them as she left. "Bye! I've got to get to class!" She glimpsed at Tonami one last time and headed towards her classroom.
Tonami watched as she departed from his sight. Under his breath, he whispered to himself, "Sakura Tsubaki, I have you right where I wanted, this is working out exactly as I planned. I will make you feel the humility that I felt all those years ago."
"Hey Tonami!" One of the guys teased. "Are you and Sakura an item now? She's a tough one, think you can handle her?"
"Sakura Tsubaki from 1-D? I'd like to handle her!"
"Hey, how long have you two kept this from us?!"
Gossip and whispers echoed around the room rapidly, exactly what Tonami was afraid of. Anger rose in him, being taunted by the guys and girls. He clenched his fist tightly, deciding he was finally going to settle this score with Tsubaki.
After school, the colors of the sunset creped into class 1-D through the windows. Not a soul was there except Tsubaki dusting the chalkboard. Silence occurred until Tonami loudly flung the door open, causing her to jump.
"What the hell is your problem, I have cleaning duty!" She shouted angrily.
Not replying, Tonami stormed towards her and seized both her wrists. "We need to talk." He then hurled her against the chalkboard, extending his arms onto it, making it hard for her to escape.
Shocked and angry, Tsubaki struggled to escape, but his arms prevented it.
"What did you tell everyone?" He questioned, lowering his eyebrows.
"What are you talking about?" She replied matching the volume of his voice.
"Everyone thinks we're a couple now!" Tonami looked at her clueless expression. "So you haven't been telling people anything?"
"No," Tsubaki responded coldly. "Why would I want to ruin my reputation anyway?"
With the same cocky attitude, he mocked. "I want to save my time and energy for a girl that I actually appreciate; you probably wouldn't even HAVE the courage to be with me." He lifted up his arms, releasing her.
"You don't even deserve my dedication," Tsubaki teased, walking away from him. "And how do you know I DON'T have the courage?"
He smirked and coolly replied. "Well then, prove it."
"Then I will!"
Tsubaki strutted towards him, and this time she shoved him against the wall. Tonami was so tall that she had to stand on her tiptoes leaning against him. He supported her arms and arched his knee, so that it was between her legs. They were so close that they could feel each other's breathing and cologne.
Tsubaki leaning towards him, and he tilted his head so that their lips pressed against each other. The softness and warmth of Tonami's skin caused her to jolt back. Both of them started blushing and looked away.
Watching her, Tonami blushed and fixed his gaze upon her. Tsubaki headed to the door, and on her way out, she grinned. "So was that enough courage for you?" [Fin]
To be continued...Case 5: Chained Memories [Next]
[Authors Note]
Cherry: In the process of thinking up plot for the next chapter! Check for updates!
[Parody]
The door knob slowly turned, revealing a crack in the doorway. Finally, the truth was unmasked, and the face of Miyazawa Hiroyuki came into perspective. His heart throbbing in his chest, about to jump out, suddenly something became clear to him, his precious daughter was drifting away from him.
A sudden heat of anger burst inside of him, he was going to get into his "uniform." Five minutes later, he came back fully dressed in a...Pimp's costume!!!
He bolted the door open with a kick of the foot, scrambling awake the couple. In his hands stood a huge Bazooka, aimed straight at Arima.
"You can't have her!" He roared, about to ignite the Bazooka. "Yukino's MY bitch! Go find your own!" With that said; he fired his precious weapon and blew up our hero...along with the rest of the house...
Today's lesson is not to get a psycho pimp angry...