Love Through Time
By HalKJAkiko
Genre: Yaoi, AU (first three chapters), drama, romance, sap
Pairing: going to be major RuHanaRu
Status: on-going 5/9
Dedication: to be completed by RuHana day...so it's for them... and for myself for this is going to be my FIRST RuHana day...
A/N: Ha! I'm finally back from my Beijing trip! I'm sorry for the late update. Argh, I'm even more anxious myself. I have only 2 days to complete this fic!
Oh ya, this is Rukawa's POV of what happened to him. Now thanks to the following people:
tensai11: Thank you so much for your compliment! It means a lot. As for an interaction to make Hanamichi realize Rukawa's the one... well, next chapter maybe.
icymoon: Thank you so much for following my story. And sorry for making you wait, hope you will understand that I was always fro 2 weeks. Well, this is the new chapter. And be sure that I will complete this fic by RuHana day if I don't get any interruption.
insanehuntress: woah! It's you again. Long time didn't see you! Well, thank you for liking it. Wait for the ending of this fic, ne?
ewon: heyo! Thank you for reviewing again! And no, only the previous chapter is from Hana's view. This is from Rukawa's view and the proceeding chapters will just be in normal view. Well, just read on to find out! Haha, thank you for liking it.
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Chapter V: Just Like We're Destined to Meet (II)
I saw him. Finally, I saw him. I did not know how to describe my feeling when I saw him. White spots appeared in front of my eyes as joy, or was it shock and unbelieving, overwhelmed me. He was there, just a few inches from me, Yet, I could not say anything to him. Yet, I could not express myself for I saw anger in his oh-so-lovely brown eyes.
Doushite? I asked myself. Why was he so angry with me? I had no inkling. Did he not remember me? Did he not recognize me? Why was he throwing flames at me with his eyes? Questions bombarded my mind.
It was like we were destined to meet. And yet, I could feel no emotion except for anger from him. I had not intended to go to the roof that afternoon. I wanted to go home. But my feet just dragged me there. Or rather, something seemed to be calling me towards the roof. That was the second time in my life I had felt so. The first time was when I decided to move to Kanagawa. Or rather, I decided to move there with my parents, instead of staying back at Chiba as I had intended initially. Something in my mind and heart told me that I would find the answer to my search if I went there. And so I did, for both times I got the call.
The sky was a clear blue with not a single trace of clouds. I went up to the roof, with my heart filled with anxiety. Would he be there? What was I to say when I see him? I had no answer. Soon, I exited from the door and a warm breeze blew against my face, tugging at my hair. Deserted. The rooftop was deserted. No one was there. No one. My heart fell and a slight burn filled the corner of my eyes. So much hope, so expecting to see him. And I did not even get a shadow or a clue.
I felt tired. Tired of all the searching I had done for 5 years. Yes, I had searched for him for 5 years. Searching for the mane of flame, searching for the soul-melting brown eyes, searching for him.
Lying down on my side on the warm floor of the rooftop, I closed my eyes, traveling down a misty lane of how I had lived my past 5 years with a single purpose.
I was 10, still living in Chiba. Something happened to me that changed my whole purpose of life. From then on, I only had one goal and that was to find him. I was walking along the beach one day, picking up shells. Yes, the walking ice block of Kanagawa was actually picking up seashells. But I was not an ice block then. I was just like other children. I played, I laughed and I had friends. As I was saying, I was picking shells on the beach.
Something among the sand caught my eyes. It was very bright, shining in the sunlight. Curious I was as a child; I ran towards it and picked it up. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a star sapphire pendant on a silver chain. The moment I had it in my hands, I had a feeling of finding something that I had lost for a long time. But that was the first time I was seeing that beautiful thing.
After getting the pendant, strange thoughts flooded my mind. I suddenly knew of a person with red hair and brown eyes. I suddenly had the urge to find him. I did not know why. Was he my lost childhood mate? I had no answer. I only knew that I had to find him.
I searched. It was so hard to survive everyday with all the hoping and all the disappointment. So very hard. I tried telling my parents but they thought I was just having overactive imagination. I showed no one the pendant. No one understood why I suddenly became so cold and closed up. But no one really did understand how much he meant to me. I did not understand myself too back then. As years go by, I slowly understood. I understood that he was the one and only in my life. He was the one I was to be with. I knew that it was not acceptable in society to love a boy if you were one yourself. I was scared when I realized it. I tried throwing away the pendant. I tried forgetting him. But I always ended up trudging through the rubbish dump to get the pendant back. I always ended up thinking of him before I was able to sleep, to eat, and just to live. He had become part of my life.
I searched. But no one, not a single person that crossed my eyes fitted the picture I had in my head. No one, until that day I got to the rooftop.
After settling the few thugs, I was preparing to get down from the rooftop. They had disturbed my sleep and I had yet to find him, so what was the purpose of staying? Just as I was about to leave, the door to the rooftop opened once again. I felt a jolt in my body and my feet seemed to have grown claws as they clung to the floor. Slowly, slowly, I saw the one I had been searching for. That flaming red hair, those brown eyes. He was the one. Emotion overwhelmed me. What happened next was not registered in my mind. All I saw was anger in his eyes, eyes that burnt my mind.
It was hard getting close to him. Luckily, he joined the basketball team, a world that I could triumph and impress him. But he was not. In fact, he seemed to loathe me. In fact, he always wanted me dead. His eyes told me that.
I was confused. Very confused. I had searched for him for 5 years and I was sure that no one else would have that hair and that eyes. Every time he insulted me, every time he scorned me, it was like a punch in the stomach, thousands of invisible blades, arrows and needles piercing my heart. But he saw none of my pain. I did not know how to react. I had not spoken or reacted voluntarily for so long that I suspected I lost those abilities. I ended up doing the stupidest thing one could do. I ended up insulting him back and fighting with him.
Physically I was hurt every time after the fights but I had finally seen it as a form of communicating with him. At least, I got to be closer to him than any one else. And I even began to like the nickname he gave me, "kitsune". It seemed like a special kind of adornment. For I always treated MY nickname for him as an adornment that no one else would be able to give him. Yes, he was indeed a do'aho. A do'aho who did not realize that he was meant for me. A do'aho who was able to make me cry every night I thought of his loathing eyes. A do'aho! But he was MY do'aho.
Call me crazy. Call me weird. Call me out of my mind. I was all that after meeting him. He drove me crazy with his seemly no recognition of me. He made me weird trying to get close to him and make him see. He got me to be out of my mind to bother about him, talk to him and show my emotion after 5 years of living in my icy world.
Time flew and the basketball season was over. Hanamichi got hurt. I got into the Japan team. It hurt to see him hurt like that and yet strive on. Maybe he really was in love basketball as much I loved it. It hurt to think that I would not be seeing him for so long while he was in the rehabilitation centre. I would miss his hair, his eyes, his voice and even his taunts and punches. I was so used to trying to catch his attention now that it felt as if I had yet to do something everyday when I went to sleep.
But luckily, the rehabilitation centre was near where I trained and I found excuses to go jogging on the beach just so that I could catch glimpses of him. I missed him. And I had decided. I was going to talk to him as soon as possible. I could not bear to have him so near me and yet I could not have him.
I saw him at the beach again. I was going to talk to him right then.
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Rukawa jogged towards Sakuragi who was sitting on the beach, facing the sea which was lapping near his feet. He was looking at the sinking sun which bathed the crumpled-looking sea with rays that were as red as his hair and as soft as his eyes. He looked like a statue of Greek god, a perfect one.
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Fin. 09/11/04
A/N: Ha! Finally finished this. I must apologize for the decreasing quality but I am really wringing my brain to get this out. I really want to get it done by RuHana day which is... argh! Tomorrow!!!! Author rushes off to continue wringing her mind for the next few chapters. Oh ya, thank you for all your reviews and patient waiting! Love ya!