Dear Beckham --- Chapter One
The brown-haired boy landed on the bed with a thud. He hugged his pillow tightly, and inhaled its scent --- detergent mixed with his citrus and lemongrass shampoo.
He just couldn't help but grin and feel giddy at his recent accomplishment.
Strange, wasn't it? Bizarre, really. He had no idea that the task could be so...fulfilling. It was a personal achievement, to say the least.
He had finally finished his first entry.
Oh, the essay was not an exhibit of Siberian's angst, or Hidaka Ken's exceptional vocabulary and grammar. In fact, the first lines ought to be erased, in his opinion.
The author winced as he was reminded of his idiocy, and mentally kicked himself in the head once again.
Just how out-of-character could he get from this experience?
The soccer player's groan was barely muffled by the pillow.
He supposed that he need not pressure himself to write brilliant masterpieces. The journal was not a graded test of sorts, and certainly not for public viewing.
He didn't have to please anyone. That notion, at least, made him smile.
His eyes settled on the ceiling, as he lay down the bed while using his arms as a headrest. Every now and then, he absently flicked the bangs out of his eyes.
The day's events may not be particularly...interesting. No murders. No mysteries. No katana-wielding-assassins.
Perhaps through the readers' eyes, it was a mere narration of trivial events, of a common and mundane life.
But not to its writer.
As Ken looked back and reread his own words, he couldn't fight back a contented sigh.
June 7, 2004
Dear Beckham,
Hi! This is the first time that I'm doing this, so I'm kinda nervous. I've watched your games, and I frequently visit your websites. Did you know that your name generates over 2 million results in Yahoo? Amazing! Sometimes I wonder if I could've been that popular...
Know what, I'm picturing you as I write this. I have many of your posters up my wall, y'know (and your jersey, too!) I thought it may be easier that way, to imagine you as I scribble on this sheet.
Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't have told you all that. It would've creeped me out. Sorry.
Anywaaaay...enough about you. I'll just tell you how my day went and then that's that. You should probably know that I've spent close to six hours just to reach this point. I'm hoping it would be easier from hereon, though. It should be! I was on the verge of my sanity, and only wayward thoughts about certain people (or person) kept me from gnawing at random things around me...
...yeah, it's a weird habit.
As I was saying, today wasn't totally frustrating. Well, it actually depends on how you look at it.
Early morning I was off to soccer practice. I've been coaching the kids and we have a game next week.
Sanako-chan punched Etsuya right beside the mouth. It was a usual occurrence, expected, in fact. But that doesn't mean I let them go easy!
Those two were always arguing about one or another, and both were equally capable of proving and defending their points, no matter how trivial. Just the other day, it was the girl who received the black eye.
I've got to admire their strength, though, if you may call it that. Would you believe that neither of them cried ever since? Cuts, bruises...they've endured them all without shedding a tear. They're both stubborn and determined kids.
I'm 90% sure that they'd be together someday. Hehehe.
I had to bring Sanako-chan home, and explain to her parents...again...what happened. They do not seem to blame me for it, although, I could sense a hint of wariness on the mother's face. Her dad seemed proud to have another fighter in the family. From the looks of it, he could very well be a professional wrestler with his Hulk-Hogan-like physique.
Wouldn't want to mess with the guy...
I passed by Niccole's on the way home. The jukebox was playing old mellow tunes, and customers seem to enjoy the relaxed surroundings. I considered entering the old shoppe, but something held me back. It just doesn't seem right without my usual companions.
Here I go again. sigh Weirdness alert.
On the days that I don't coach or have a shift at the Koneko, I run around the track field to keep in shape. Sometimes I'd play with some of the students. Yesterday was one of those days.
I finished my shower in time with the dismissal bell of Aya-chan's school (which was beside the field). I busied myself with my bag, re-arranging my things unnecessarily, anything to NOT make it seem like I was waiting for somebody.
As always, THEY invited me to get some ice cream at our usual place. I was once (and always) conveniently there while they walked home, who am I to decline such an offer?
Aya-chan, Ran, and I have had many dates at the 1950's soda fountain --- Niccole's.
Shit, my face is growing hot. Wait a sec.
The brunette chuckled at himself, blushing slightly as he read. He had to make sure that this was kept in a secure place. Maybe he'd have to buy a safe tomorrow...
There. I'm back. Just needed to wash up a bit...
Hmm...maybe I should tell you about the first time we went there. It was, I think, three months ago? Yeah...as usual, I had soccer practice. I didn't plan it, honest. But it happened. I was just at the right place at the right time, if you believe in that cliché.
Hey, it was not my fault that I was done by three! And that Ran, being the dear oniisan that he was, fetched his imouto from school. I certainly didn't ask Aya-chan to point at the newly opened shoppe and try their ice cream simply because of its quaint ambience. I definitely didn't beg to be dragged to the said parlour by the hyperactive girl.
But I made Ran order the Super Bowl Sundae. Hah! I feel so proud. =P
Actually, what I suggested was a Sundae Special --- four scoops of chocolate AND vanilla goodness with copious amounts of whipped cream, walnuts, chocolate syrup and topped with a cherry.
The man would've ordered a mere scoop of vanilla ice cream. I gasped. I tsked and shook my head at his naïveté. He just looked totally lost, clueless, and...utterly ahem "squeezable". Ehehe...
Ran asked what I wanted. I was ordering the same, of course. My mouth watered while trying to convince him, and I couldn't wait to taste what I had just described to my leader. I almost drifted to the dream of ice cream haven, when Ran's spoke in his low and smooth tone.
"Why don't we order the Super Bowl Sundae instead, and just share it?"
I stared at him. I wasn't sure if my jaw dropped, but I think it was pretty silent for quite a while. Then again, maybe it was just me. I had wondered if he was joking. His sense of humor was still not so familiar to me.
"...technically, it's just two Sundae Specials put in a larger bowl. And we save five hundred yen."
Of course.
I mentally slapped my forehead. As if!
But I acquiesced. Why would I argue with his reasoning and practicality?
I believe we've already saved about 40,000 yen with his logic.
Come to think of it, it's a wonder that we haven't gotten tired of the Super Bowl. For Ran, it's probably understandable. I mean, he'd probably stick to vanilla forever if it wasn't for me. (I'm gloating again...=P)
But me? I mean, three months...normally, I would have gagged at the sight of it after a week.
Hmm...wonder why? contemplates
TBC...?
Disclaimers: Weiss Kreuz and its characters do not belong to me. I do lay claim on the others, though. =) Etsuya, Sanako-chan and her family are mine! Mwahahahaha! Warnings: Hints of shounen-ai, specifically RanKen, some bad language.
The brown-haired boy landed on the bed with a thud. He hugged his pillow tightly, and inhaled its scent --- detergent mixed with his citrus and lemongrass shampoo.
He just couldn't help but grin and feel giddy at his recent accomplishment.
Strange, wasn't it? Bizarre, really. He had no idea that the task could be so...fulfilling. It was a personal achievement, to say the least.
He had finally finished his first entry.
Oh, the essay was not an exhibit of Siberian's angst, or Hidaka Ken's exceptional vocabulary and grammar. In fact, the first lines ought to be erased, in his opinion.
The author winced as he was reminded of his idiocy, and mentally kicked himself in the head once again.
Just how out-of-character could he get from this experience?
The soccer player's groan was barely muffled by the pillow.
He supposed that he need not pressure himself to write brilliant masterpieces. The journal was not a graded test of sorts, and certainly not for public viewing.
He didn't have to please anyone. That notion, at least, made him smile.
His eyes settled on the ceiling, as he lay down the bed while using his arms as a headrest. Every now and then, he absently flicked the bangs out of his eyes.
The day's events may not be particularly...interesting. No murders. No mysteries. No katana-wielding-assassins.
Perhaps through the readers' eyes, it was a mere narration of trivial events, of a common and mundane life.
But not to its writer.
As Ken looked back and reread his own words, he couldn't fight back a contented sigh.
June 7, 2004
Dear Beckham,
Hi! This is the first time that I'm doing this, so I'm kinda nervous. I've watched your games, and I frequently visit your websites. Did you know that your name generates over 2 million results in Yahoo? Amazing! Sometimes I wonder if I could've been that popular...
Know what, I'm picturing you as I write this. I have many of your posters up my wall, y'know (and your jersey, too!) I thought it may be easier that way, to imagine you as I scribble on this sheet.
Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn't have told you all that. It would've creeped me out. Sorry.
Anywaaaay...enough about you. I'll just tell you how my day went and then that's that. You should probably know that I've spent close to six hours just to reach this point. I'm hoping it would be easier from hereon, though. It should be! I was on the verge of my sanity, and only wayward thoughts about certain people (or person) kept me from gnawing at random things around me...
...yeah, it's a weird habit.
As I was saying, today wasn't totally frustrating. Well, it actually depends on how you look at it.
Early morning I was off to soccer practice. I've been coaching the kids and we have a game next week.
Sanako-chan punched Etsuya right beside the mouth. It was a usual occurrence, expected, in fact. But that doesn't mean I let them go easy!
Those two were always arguing about one or another, and both were equally capable of proving and defending their points, no matter how trivial. Just the other day, it was the girl who received the black eye.
I've got to admire their strength, though, if you may call it that. Would you believe that neither of them cried ever since? Cuts, bruises...they've endured them all without shedding a tear. They're both stubborn and determined kids.
I'm 90% sure that they'd be together someday. Hehehe.
I had to bring Sanako-chan home, and explain to her parents...again...what happened. They do not seem to blame me for it, although, I could sense a hint of wariness on the mother's face. Her dad seemed proud to have another fighter in the family. From the looks of it, he could very well be a professional wrestler with his Hulk-Hogan-like physique.
Wouldn't want to mess with the guy...
I passed by Niccole's on the way home. The jukebox was playing old mellow tunes, and customers seem to enjoy the relaxed surroundings. I considered entering the old shoppe, but something held me back. It just doesn't seem right without my usual companions.
Here I go again. sigh Weirdness alert.
On the days that I don't coach or have a shift at the Koneko, I run around the track field to keep in shape. Sometimes I'd play with some of the students. Yesterday was one of those days.
I finished my shower in time with the dismissal bell of Aya-chan's school (which was beside the field). I busied myself with my bag, re-arranging my things unnecessarily, anything to NOT make it seem like I was waiting for somebody.
As always, THEY invited me to get some ice cream at our usual place. I was once (and always) conveniently there while they walked home, who am I to decline such an offer?
Aya-chan, Ran, and I have had many dates at the 1950's soda fountain --- Niccole's.
Shit, my face is growing hot. Wait a sec.
The brunette chuckled at himself, blushing slightly as he read. He had to make sure that this was kept in a secure place. Maybe he'd have to buy a safe tomorrow...
There. I'm back. Just needed to wash up a bit...
Hmm...maybe I should tell you about the first time we went there. It was, I think, three months ago? Yeah...as usual, I had soccer practice. I didn't plan it, honest. But it happened. I was just at the right place at the right time, if you believe in that cliché.
Hey, it was not my fault that I was done by three! And that Ran, being the dear oniisan that he was, fetched his imouto from school. I certainly didn't ask Aya-chan to point at the newly opened shoppe and try their ice cream simply because of its quaint ambience. I definitely didn't beg to be dragged to the said parlour by the hyperactive girl.
But I made Ran order the Super Bowl Sundae. Hah! I feel so proud. =P
Actually, what I suggested was a Sundae Special --- four scoops of chocolate AND vanilla goodness with copious amounts of whipped cream, walnuts, chocolate syrup and topped with a cherry.
The man would've ordered a mere scoop of vanilla ice cream. I gasped. I tsked and shook my head at his naïveté. He just looked totally lost, clueless, and...utterly ahem "squeezable". Ehehe...
Ran asked what I wanted. I was ordering the same, of course. My mouth watered while trying to convince him, and I couldn't wait to taste what I had just described to my leader. I almost drifted to the dream of ice cream haven, when Ran's spoke in his low and smooth tone.
"Why don't we order the Super Bowl Sundae instead, and just share it?"
I stared at him. I wasn't sure if my jaw dropped, but I think it was pretty silent for quite a while. Then again, maybe it was just me. I had wondered if he was joking. His sense of humor was still not so familiar to me.
"...technically, it's just two Sundae Specials put in a larger bowl. And we save five hundred yen."
Of course.
I mentally slapped my forehead. As if!
But I acquiesced. Why would I argue with his reasoning and practicality?
I believe we've already saved about 40,000 yen with his logic.
Come to think of it, it's a wonder that we haven't gotten tired of the Super Bowl. For Ran, it's probably understandable. I mean, he'd probably stick to vanilla forever if it wasn't for me. (I'm gloating again...=P)
But me? I mean, three months...normally, I would have gagged at the sight of it after a week.
Hmm...wonder why? contemplates
TBC...?
Disclaimers: Weiss Kreuz and its characters do not belong to me. I do lay claim on the others, though. =) Etsuya, Sanako-chan and her family are mine! Mwahahahaha! Warnings: Hints of shounen-ai, specifically RanKen, some bad language.