Lying from you.
Fhb…
R- Drama/Angst/Romance/Lime. This fanfiction has a sufficient amt of profanity, please be warned.
Syn: How many times can we open our eyes to the same mistake? How many times do we have to lie and say its okay? Pills, drugs, rashes, gossip. Everything we feared was created by us…but how, how do we destroy it? BxK.
June 14th…
"He what?" Misao asked in a worried tone full of shock.
"He—he—h-e-he…he brok- broke up wit- me" cried a sapphire eye girl who cried in her best friend arms. She trembled and wailed to the sufferable world that cared nothing for her. Misao's heart broke. Her best friend was damaged; there were no two ways of looking at it. Poor Kaoru. Cradling the girl's head, Misao tried soothingly to hush the girl.
"Shh Kao…shh, it's okay…it's okay Kao…he—he doesn't know what he's doing." Misao reckoned softly.
Kaoru snapped out the girl's shoulders, "Misao…he used me" her bottom lips shivered. Her eyes watered and her face cringle to the rise of tears.
"Oh Kaoru…I'm so sorry" she hugged the older girl…
(RINGG)
"Come on Kao, lets get to homeroom." Misao lead the bigger girl away from him…
Behind them dark violet eyes, red hair and a slick masculine face gave birth through a crowd of females. Misao eyes held his stare. Her menacing gaze spat colourful literature. He winked at her. She gasped, 'asshole.'
He could only clap at her dandy verbal speech. Both girls made their way to their main class. There their form teacher sat on her seat awaiting the group of adolescents. Misao walked in with Kaoru sniffing close behind. Both girls sat but it ended with Misao stating everything was going to be okie-dokie. The teacher stood from her desk.
"Konnichiwa minna-chan" the teacher greeted.
"Konnichiwa Reaka-sensei" the children responded back full heartedly.
She smiled. "And how was your weekend students?" she asked.
"Boring" "No babes" "I went shopping" "It was a drag" "No anime on tv" "Had to study" came those replies she manage to catch.
She realized Kaoru was very silent.
"Kamiya-san, and how was your weekend?" she asked the young girl whose head was bowed in defeat.
Kaoru didn't respond.
"Kamiya-san?" she called again.
Kaoru swallowed the lump. Wiping her tears she slowly hoisted her head to the teacher, "r-rather—enjoyable?" her words croaked. The teacher could tell something was very wrong. Her eyes were full of tears and her face was gone flush.
"Ms. Kamiya-san, are you alright?" asked the teacher worriedly. She took off her glasses.
"She's never alright. The last time I checked she was alright it was the same day she got dumped from her boyfriend" a sassy comment traveled over the classroom from a raven head cheerleader known as
"Takani Megumi that was not called for" Kaoru clenched her hands.
"Sorry…but the truth hurts" she got a lot of laughing from the students
"Silence students" the teacher tried hushing the class. Kaoru gritted her teeth in sear anger.
"Let them laugh Ms. Reaka. She's sucha baby…like…totally." Megumi raved
"That's enough Ms. Takani"
"Is it? To me she's an overgrown girl who doesn't know how to woo a guy so what happens he dumps her coz she's insufficient. Face it Kamiya you're sore loser, majorly and utterly…"
"That's why your mom is dead, so worthless crap like you--- she wouldn't have to live with" Kaoru lashed back.
Megumi had always been sensitive about her mom's recent death, and the fact Kaoru used it as a triumph card in their argument really got the girl crying.
"Ms. Kamiya that was not called for." The teacher went to her desk and began writing in her pink notepad. Tearing the page out she handed it to Kaoru.
"Go to the counselor" Kaoru took the paper blinking back at the teacher
"NOWW!" the teacher shouted.
Kaoru slowly got up brushing the teacher's shoulder.
'No one knows me…everybody feels they do. The people I grew up with turn their backs on me and treat me as I am…a scared alone hollow girl.'
Kaoru bowed her head clenching her hand.
'That Megumi she feels she's so goddamn perfect, serves her bitchy right she got what she needed. Her mom had to be a saint to live with that crap, but perhaps she found refuge in her death.' Kaoru passed the many classes not bothering to look in. All her hair was covered in her face. She preferred to be an outcast than accepted, usually when accepted by her freaky pairs; they'd dare her to do a lot of dumb things. One of those things was ever confessing to Himura she liked him.
'The ungrateful fag'
She swore under her breath.
'Nobody sees inside me…how I long to find myself before someone does, but it's taking time and I don't know why' she breathed. Walking a bit again she knocked on the door.
"Come in" came a male voice from the supposedly-counselor.
Kaoru entered. "Ms. Kamiya, again?" asked the counselor. It was the fifth time she had been back.
"You know me" she started… "Trouble looks for me…hey what can I say I'm trouble's mate" she laughed to herself.
The counselor narrowed his eyes a bit. "Please sit" he offered.
She dropped her bag to the floor. Sitting plump on the chair she coldly looked at him.
"What?" she asked rudely.
"You cried… I'm seeing tear-tracks down your face" he pointed out. Leaning back into his chair. She bit her lips.
"So what seems to be the problem Ms. Kamiya?" the man asked passively.
"Oh nothing. It's just those teachers lurvvve to get me in trouble. I don't do anything to them and they just lash out on me. Meanos" she aggressively spoke.
"If your theory is as innocent, why would you think you're victimized Ms. Kamiya?" the man asked.
"I ain't know. Pheesh---ask those teachers, it pretty much seems to be a teacher thing" she wagered out.
"Are you under stress, peer-pressure, any sorta---ah, disruption, irritation which is really creaking you off? It doesn't necessarily have to be screaming in you, it could be silent too" the man dubbed.
"Um lesse…no…not presently at least" she assured by smiling at the end.
"Hmm. Do you like your school?" he asked
"Um, no" she flatly said.
"Why?"
"Because everyone classes themselves in a category, and if you're different then you're loser." She spoke…
"That's it Kaoru. You've seen your problem. You have to fit into your groups. Push yourself into a category. You only become the center of attraction when you chose to separate yourself from society. It's a clown who gets attention in a ring isn't it?" he asked
"Sir…how the hell is that working with me?" she diverged his crappy-lecture
"Ms. Kamiya, I'm afraid you asked for what you did. Nobody can ever help you because you're not even hearing your cries. You're lying from yourself…and you're confused for those matters. What I advise you to do, is read some good romance novels, or---just do some activities where you can find your inner strengths. Treat yourself out." He paused
"You know…you feel its so easy being what I am" she started
"Ms. Kamiya" he interjected her, "No you goddamn listen to me, you don't know the shit I'm going through so don't tell me I'm lying to myself. You're an imp, what the hell do you know, huh freak, huh?" she charged on him.
"Ms. Kamiya, are you speaking to me this way?"
"Yeah!" she roared back.
"I can suspend yuh"
"Oh? Then why don't you do it, huh asshole? If you're so blasted mucho why don't you do it?" she growled her face in tears.
"Because I'm trying hard to save you…"
"Pheesh" she opened his door and walked out…
Placing a hand in her pocket she took out her chew-gum and began chewing. Going back to her class she waited patiently for the principal to call her. Just daily routine really.
Entering her chemistry class she placed on her white jacket. Looking at the teacher she said, "I was at the guidance counselor"
"Again Kaoru?" asked her teacher by name Mr. Ling.
"Yeh you know me" she passed him. Taking a seat to the back many eyes followed her.
"What you looking at? Your momma, eh mama's boy?" she asked coldly.
The boy dumbly shook his head. Kaoru backed down joining her friend, Misao for Chemistry classes.
"Do you always have to make an entrance?" whispered Misao in a hush-hush tone.
"No not really, but its just my thing" she stuck out her tongue, that same tongue was pierced.
"Ms. Machimache, Ms. Kamiya, is there something you ladies would like to share with the class?" the teacher asked tipsing his glasses lower off his nose.
The students laughed looking at both ladies. Misao felt her cheeks burn turning a loving shade of temperate pink. Kaoru just looked at the man with cold eyes.
"I was just asking her for some girlie stuff without being interrupted?" she rudely asked.
"Ms. Kamiya don't give me that tone of voice or that stare missy…"
"Darn you" she whispered under her breath.
"Owwwww" the class went up to snickering-fantasy.
"Ms. Kamiya what was that?" the teacher took off his glasses vigorously.
Misao placed a hand on Kaoru's shoulder. Kaoru looked at the girl, "please stop Kao."
Kaoru sighed heavily, she didn't like to be the laughing stock but she guess it would save her from detention.
"Um, Mr. Ling I'm s-sorry..." came her small voice…
The teacher arched a brow, "Ms. Kamiya I can't hear you…"
"I said I'm sorry sheesh" she loudly spoke. The class laugh.
The teacher narrowed his eyes.
"Thank you Ms. KAMIYA" he shouted back.
She snorted.
"Students please send up your chemistry homework"
"We have chem homework Misao?" Kaoru began freaking…
"Lemme guess you didn't do it?"
"Ha, girl when have you known me for not doing my homework?" she joked.
Misao shook her head.
'Okay so she's really starting to piss me off' thought Kaoru. Sending up her report it was accumulated and stacked up in a huge pile.
"Okay so I have last week course mark pop quiz here. Again Ms. Machimache has topped the class in Chemistry" the teacher spoke point-of-matterly.
"I wonder why---does it have something to do with that college guy –um what's his name?" Kaoru whispered.
Misao blushed, "shut up"
"And Ms. Kamiya has done quite excellent again. She has second the class again"
Kaoru didn't look any how. Was she? She didn't know.
The bell rung after a clean thirty minutes. Kaoru watched her chemistry paper. 37/40. Sheesh! Frowning at her mark she crumpled her paper kicking it in the bin.
"Hey babe" called one of the boys…
"Just go die punk" Kaoru growled.
A hand went to her cheek. Kaoru turned around only to fall into a group of boys.
"Enishi had you so maimed" one said…
"Yeah and Kenshin too…would you go through all that hell for me babe?" the tall boy asked seductively. His brown hair and eyes beacon really beautifully straying her heart into those brown pools.
"When---how?"
"Shh babe" the boy whipsered,
"Lets just say Himura's little secret became celebrity news for everyone. Kyoto Prestigious College wants you…but we can't let our kind mingle with them…so we'll restrain yuh babe…" he whispered.
Kaoru pushed him back. Sending her hand across his face, she made sure blood was on her hand, "don't ever do me punk"
'People keep pushing me over the fricking edge. It's like they don't get the facial expression on my face…what is up with these punks? Do they all need a slap across the back? Oh crap I guess they do. Humanity needs a God, a fickle shame they don't want to accept one only when they're in shit'
Kaoru met up with Megumi Takani who bore a cold stare with her. Kaoru rolled her eyes. Eyes followed her back…
"One day Kamiya your ass will be in the same shit you place me in…"
"At least I won't smell in my shit unlike you" Kaoru pointed out.
'Everyone likes to piss me off, it's a teen thing. I can't wait for University, oh gosh, I hate high school it bombs'
Her second class was Kendo. She was one of the few girls. Personally she thought after all that had origin from Japan and all the gibberish about Jet lee and Jackie Chan who weren't even native to Japan, except some of the martial arts, more girls from Japan would live to the name of martial arts. But the only thing girls in Japan cared about was learning English, getting hot jobs and marrying some guy who resembled Takashi Kaneshiro. Kaoru rolled her eyes. Girls were asses at times. I mean she was a girl, but she didn't have a sign saying she was an ass like those girls. She had a sign saying original and queer so beware. But that really got struck down and people treated her differently. Well piss them thought Kaoru.
Entering her P.E locker room, she realized it was dead silent. Taking off her clothing she placed on her new P.E clothing, yet she didn't know the boys of her P.E class were peeking on.
Kaoru slowly averted her eyes to the voice that dwindled in the shadow. There leaning against the locker was him.
Unconsciously hate clouded her reasons of understanding, floating in her veins was pure sear ticked-off fury. Tears of anger well in her eyes. The predator gaze of violet that she once loved, she wished would be destroyed and no more.
"You got a lot of nerve you know" Kaoru clenched her fist…
"Do I?" his voice was deep
"You're a bastard you know?" the tears of pissed-indignation falling from her eyes.
"Am I baby---?" he addressed. She had once told him she got weak when he licked his lips.
"I'm not weak anymore asshole" she reckoned…
"Really?" he bit his lips in restraint…
"You--you knew about Enishi didn't you?" came her resentful question
"We're the best of friends…" he coyly answered
"I guess you forgot to fill me in on that little detail" she pointed out.
"Perhaps. Why are you doing this baby-cakes?" he placed a finger to her throat, slowly he trailed it down… she caught his hand snap tightly.
"You didn't even love me" came her silent reply…
"But I did…"
"You only wanted me as your piece of crap" she fought back the tears…
"Ah…but your colours really shone there" he touched her cheek. She snapped from his touch…
"Shone? How could you say that Kenshin? I use to believe in you, believe we actually had something, but it was just an illusion wasn't it?" she finally screamed out.
"No…it's there…but we just have to work together" he kissed her hand.
She shook her head comprehending him, "work together. Of course. How could I be so blind? We do need each other" she whispered
"Yes…" he pushed her against the locker… "And I want you…this time…"
"Not as much as I want you" her nose touched his. He tried to kiss her, but she diverted seductively from his lips.
"You're so hunky" she paused.
"Oh yeah…"
"You must think I was born yesterday don't you?" she pushed him off so he was leaning across on the other lockers.
"Listen pretty boy I'd cut your face but your girlies would come for my skin, so I'd reconsider, but as a reminded of our love here take this" She cuffed him across the face repeatedly.
"Don't ever ass-around with this chick ever again…got that you?" she spat on him.
Kenshin got up with anger on his face, wiping his nose from the blood he shouted, "stupid girl"
'Like your mom' thought Kaoru.
This fanfiction has suggestive material. It does imply some very weird things, but nothing to be too afraid of. This fanfiction should be read by a 15 year old audience or older. If you're younger, and you're on a mature status, go ahead and read to your delight. I do warn however, I will not be blamed for any young person being careless enough in reading this fic because of the drama and teenage mind. No offence to anyone.
An: You guys must think I have problems from this fic. Well I'm jaded a lot. So this fic is what I feel inside…finally it's preserved. Oh can anyone tell me if there are any fanfiction competitions? Well be loves to tell me. If you flamers wanna flame, go ahead. I'm jaded and pissed. Crack and freaked! Go ahead…I don't care…
I'm losing myself…
Thanks to all my reviewers, and yeah that's Linkin Park title song Lying from you.
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