A/N: *Sighs.* At last, I could breathe again. Been hard constructing this
fic. I hope you like it! And a little note to my dear reviewers and
readers! Thank you and please review!
CHAPTER 5- Infatuation. Or is it?
'It is not working.' Tokiya Mikagami thought as he walked toward his locker. He had been trying to look cold lately so women would stop flirting with him so he could prove to Fuuko that he was not that much of a playboy. That even he could change.
'After all,' he thought to himself. 'I've been changing all the time right?' Ironically, he thought of this.
Before his beloved elder sister died, he was a loving, and warm kid. And when she did, he'd changed into a walking refrigerator.
When he entered college, he had promised himself that he would change, following the advice of Karen whom said, "I am certain your sister will not appreciate you sub-zero attitude."
He had not paid attention to her when she had been talking. But once night fell he had thought about it. Long and hard, he thought of it.
Finally, he had made a decision to become a warmer, better person. But, because of the years he had shunned society, he hadn't the slightest idea how to do it. Thus, he became a playboy. A mega-play boy.
It was almost time for the club he had chosen to join in recently: Sword- fighting.
He had been practicing this art for as long as he had known of it. It was his field, a part of his life, a part of who he had become.
He walked into the kendo club, earning startled looks from the members. He paid them no heed. Why would he?
He held his private bokken firmly with his right hand, seated himself in one of the mats, and watched the practice of older club members.
'Ungraceful and slow,' he thought to himself. His face was stoic, masking any emotion he had. It would have been easy for anyone to mask, for there was none.
Suddenly, the shoji screens opened and revealed a panting young man, younger than he by maybe a year. While calculating this, he was not even looking at the man, but he quickly glanced at the corner of his eyes. One look and he knew it was him.
Koji Hirasaki.
His rival for Fuuko. He narrowed his eyes, his still unwavering focus on the men sparring. And yet, not really seeing the men before him.
"Sorry I'm late. I had trouble finding this place," he said in an apologetic tone, his head bowed, a symbol of apology and respect to the president of the club.
He scoffed silently to himself. It would be more acceptable if he hadn't shown up at all.
For a couple of minutes, he had been engulfed by his own thoughts, not even realizing that Koji had seated himself beside him.
"Hi. Aren't you Tokiya Mikagami?" Koji's voice broke through his thoughts.
He didn't pay him attention, not even of the fact that he was seated beside him. He didn't particularly care.
Koji shifted in his seat. The Tokiya he had heard from made friends easily, was a playboy, always smirking and a social dragon. But this. This must have been someone else.
"I-I'm sorry for mistaking you, um." He trailed off, not really knowing what to call him.
"Don't waste your breathe. You have not mistaken. I am Tokiya Mikagami. This is a Kendo club, not a 'make new friends' club." Tokiya said coldly, belittling and Koji extremely uneasy.
'It felt good,' he noted to himself. It felt good to make Hirasaki flinched at his every word.
Finally, the sparring partners that were showcasing finished. It was now his turn. The president of the club stood up, ready to call his name and his competitor.
"Mikagami, Hirasaki," came his voice.
Tokiya gracefully in one swift mood stood up, his bokken at his side. Koji cringed as he slowly stood up. He had an eerie feeling that Mikagami would make him look like an utter idiot.
He tried to breathe calmly as Tokiya looked at him with his cold eyes.
"Begin!" The president had shouted and Tokiya attacked with swift moves, each other one more than the last, and took points from Koji.
Koji had not expected such moves and fell, staggering backwards. Thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds and Tokiya had beaten him. Fair and square. He could already hear the snickers that were kept inside his club mate's chests, hearing the words escape from their closed mouths.
(A/N: Angst, isn't it? I'm showing this as Tokiya's perspective. Which was dark for he felt cold and emotionless. Bear with me. ^_^)
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Time passed and it was dismissal time. Clubs came after classes and so, this was their last subject.
Fuuko had watched from the outside of the Sparring club. She had not expected Tokiya to be as good as he was. Then again, she had also not expected him to be so cold.
What had happened? Did her words cause great impact on him?
Probably.
It was unpredictable, for Tokiya himself was an unpredictable person.
She had watched their spar, how he had beaten Koji. She would talk to him after class. Tokiya was headed to the boy's locker room. She waited patiently for him.
It was already an hour and a half and still he had not come out. All of the people had come out. What was happening? Had Tokiya been mugged or something, leaving him unconscious? She debated with herself about going inside and checking up on him.
She blushed at the thought. That would be. like being a pervert. Fuuko was not a pervert. She waited for ten more minutes before resolving to going inside the boy's locker room.
Ten minutes have passed and Fuuko was getting fed up and impatient waiting for him. So, she opened the door and went inside.
"Tokiya?" she mumbled, loudly enough to be heard. There was no reply.
"Tokiya?" She whispered louder, getting more and more impatient by the second.
"To-" She was interrupted by a male's voice.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Tokiya Mikagami angrily demanded.
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He was taking his time, showering. It gave him peace to do so. It always did. It was his solitude, his escape.
His was drying off with two towels. The first one tucked in his hips covering his.
Lower body
(A/N: ^_^ *Blush* ehehehe. Couldn't help myself.)
The second one was on top of his silver hair, trying to wipe off the excess water. Then it came. He could hear Fuuko's voice calling his name. He was stunned. Why was Fuuko inside the boy's locker room.
'Probably meeting Koji,' he thought bitterly to himself. But he was certain he was the only one inside the room.
He cut her off when she had mentioned his name for the third time.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He shouted angrily, smirking inwardly at himself as Fuuko jumped out of her clothes.
(A/N: Not literally people! _)
She looked him over and blushed deep crimson.
"Had your fill yet?" he asked her curtly, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Fuuko's eyes followed them and she then blushed, trying desperately to straighten her self up.
She glared at him, but Tokiya only looked at her boredly. "Girls are forbidden here," he said coldly to her.
Suddenly coming back to her senses, she looked at him angrily. "You-" she started, unable t finish the sentence. She had not rehearsed what she would say, thus making a total fool out of herself.
"I'm listening." Tokiya breathed icily. He was enjoying this.
Fuuko was thoroughly pissed off. "What is wrong with you?!" she demanded from him.
Tokiya glared at her, making her shut up. "What's wrong with me?" he snapped at her, his eyes flashing dangerously, taking a step forward. Fuuko took a big step back.
Her voice had deserted her. 'Traitor.' She mentally scolded it.
"What's wrong with me? Hmmm." Tokiya growled, his hands were at her sides, showcasing his muscled chest.
Fuuko's eyes darted towards it and she blushed quickly and then looked down at the ground.
Tokiya took another step forward and she found herself bumping into the wall.
'Dead end! Dead end!' her mind screamed at her. She looked nervously into his eyes
. He had her cornered. His right hand was leaning against the wall, pinning her there.
He was so close Fuuko could practically hear his heart thumping calmly.
Very different from hers that was desperately trying to break free from her ribs. Her breathing heaved as she licked her bottom lip.
She would have blushed if she could read Tokiya's mind. His eyes were on her moist bottom lip. His other hand was at her cheek without her really realizing it.
"Tell me." His voice was gentle and soft. His warm breathe tickled her, sending goose bumps all over her.
"What is wrong with me?" he asked before he started kissing her. He sucked on her bottom lip before he attacked her mouth fully.
Fuuko was too shocked to respond quickly. Realizing that he was a great kisser, she surrendered to the kiss. Her arms encircled his neck as his hand pulled her tighter in the embrace by her waist.
"What is wrong with me?" He murmured to her ear, kissing her neck. Her closed eyes snapped opened and she took her arms back in surprise.
"Tokiya." she pleaded uncomfortably. Tokiya did not even hear her.
She pushed him away, gently surprising him. He searched her eyes for answers. She lowered her head. "I-I gotta go." She whispered quickly, walking away briskly.
Tokiya looked after her, stunned. He had lost control. All because of this girl.
He shook his head. He would have to miss class tomorrow to get his mind to work again.
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Fuuko was running toward her car. She fumbled over her keys, accidentally dropping them because of her shaking hands. She finally let herself collapse beside her car, her knees by reflex tucking them selves under her chin.
"It's just infatuation." She uttered to herself.
'It's infatuation.' she thought to herself again. Or was it?
A/N: There you have it! Please review after reading it!!! ^_^ I hoped you like it! And I'm real sorry for the long wait! If ya must know, classes are beginning in my school and because of my bro's teacher popularity, teachers are like trying to make me their own personal pet and make me do special projects and to top it all off, my researches and all the tests (test week this week and next, eep!). So please forgive me and review! Yeah, please review! They would supply me ideas! To top it all off, I still have many fics to write and edit and such and also, my upcoming Taekwondo Demonstration. eep! Please don't be mad!
Also, can we keep it long liners and can you give me suggestions? It'll make me upload faster!
Acknowledgement:
Anata- my great great beta reader! People, if this fic is good, she's the one you should thank because she made this possible! ^_^ I'm so grateful! Thank you thank you thank you!
To my reviewers:
I had no time to read your reviews, so I'm real sorry, but I will check it after I upload! Also, if ya want to email me, feel free to do so! Thankies! I'll be sure to put a review in the next chap! Please more reviews!
CHAPTER 5- Infatuation. Or is it?
'It is not working.' Tokiya Mikagami thought as he walked toward his locker. He had been trying to look cold lately so women would stop flirting with him so he could prove to Fuuko that he was not that much of a playboy. That even he could change.
'After all,' he thought to himself. 'I've been changing all the time right?' Ironically, he thought of this.
Before his beloved elder sister died, he was a loving, and warm kid. And when she did, he'd changed into a walking refrigerator.
When he entered college, he had promised himself that he would change, following the advice of Karen whom said, "I am certain your sister will not appreciate you sub-zero attitude."
He had not paid attention to her when she had been talking. But once night fell he had thought about it. Long and hard, he thought of it.
Finally, he had made a decision to become a warmer, better person. But, because of the years he had shunned society, he hadn't the slightest idea how to do it. Thus, he became a playboy. A mega-play boy.
It was almost time for the club he had chosen to join in recently: Sword- fighting.
He had been practicing this art for as long as he had known of it. It was his field, a part of his life, a part of who he had become.
He walked into the kendo club, earning startled looks from the members. He paid them no heed. Why would he?
He held his private bokken firmly with his right hand, seated himself in one of the mats, and watched the practice of older club members.
'Ungraceful and slow,' he thought to himself. His face was stoic, masking any emotion he had. It would have been easy for anyone to mask, for there was none.
Suddenly, the shoji screens opened and revealed a panting young man, younger than he by maybe a year. While calculating this, he was not even looking at the man, but he quickly glanced at the corner of his eyes. One look and he knew it was him.
Koji Hirasaki.
His rival for Fuuko. He narrowed his eyes, his still unwavering focus on the men sparring. And yet, not really seeing the men before him.
"Sorry I'm late. I had trouble finding this place," he said in an apologetic tone, his head bowed, a symbol of apology and respect to the president of the club.
He scoffed silently to himself. It would be more acceptable if he hadn't shown up at all.
For a couple of minutes, he had been engulfed by his own thoughts, not even realizing that Koji had seated himself beside him.
"Hi. Aren't you Tokiya Mikagami?" Koji's voice broke through his thoughts.
He didn't pay him attention, not even of the fact that he was seated beside him. He didn't particularly care.
Koji shifted in his seat. The Tokiya he had heard from made friends easily, was a playboy, always smirking and a social dragon. But this. This must have been someone else.
"I-I'm sorry for mistaking you, um." He trailed off, not really knowing what to call him.
"Don't waste your breathe. You have not mistaken. I am Tokiya Mikagami. This is a Kendo club, not a 'make new friends' club." Tokiya said coldly, belittling and Koji extremely uneasy.
'It felt good,' he noted to himself. It felt good to make Hirasaki flinched at his every word.
Finally, the sparring partners that were showcasing finished. It was now his turn. The president of the club stood up, ready to call his name and his competitor.
"Mikagami, Hirasaki," came his voice.
Tokiya gracefully in one swift mood stood up, his bokken at his side. Koji cringed as he slowly stood up. He had an eerie feeling that Mikagami would make him look like an utter idiot.
He tried to breathe calmly as Tokiya looked at him with his cold eyes.
"Begin!" The president had shouted and Tokiya attacked with swift moves, each other one more than the last, and took points from Koji.
Koji had not expected such moves and fell, staggering backwards. Thirty seconds.
Thirty seconds and Tokiya had beaten him. Fair and square. He could already hear the snickers that were kept inside his club mate's chests, hearing the words escape from their closed mouths.
(A/N: Angst, isn't it? I'm showing this as Tokiya's perspective. Which was dark for he felt cold and emotionless. Bear with me. ^_^)
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Time passed and it was dismissal time. Clubs came after classes and so, this was their last subject.
Fuuko had watched from the outside of the Sparring club. She had not expected Tokiya to be as good as he was. Then again, she had also not expected him to be so cold.
What had happened? Did her words cause great impact on him?
Probably.
It was unpredictable, for Tokiya himself was an unpredictable person.
She had watched their spar, how he had beaten Koji. She would talk to him after class. Tokiya was headed to the boy's locker room. She waited patiently for him.
It was already an hour and a half and still he had not come out. All of the people had come out. What was happening? Had Tokiya been mugged or something, leaving him unconscious? She debated with herself about going inside and checking up on him.
She blushed at the thought. That would be. like being a pervert. Fuuko was not a pervert. She waited for ten more minutes before resolving to going inside the boy's locker room.
Ten minutes have passed and Fuuko was getting fed up and impatient waiting for him. So, she opened the door and went inside.
"Tokiya?" she mumbled, loudly enough to be heard. There was no reply.
"Tokiya?" She whispered louder, getting more and more impatient by the second.
"To-" She was interrupted by a male's voice.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Tokiya Mikagami angrily demanded.
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He was taking his time, showering. It gave him peace to do so. It always did. It was his solitude, his escape.
His was drying off with two towels. The first one tucked in his hips covering his.
Lower body
(A/N: ^_^ *Blush* ehehehe. Couldn't help myself.)
The second one was on top of his silver hair, trying to wipe off the excess water. Then it came. He could hear Fuuko's voice calling his name. He was stunned. Why was Fuuko inside the boy's locker room.
'Probably meeting Koji,' he thought bitterly to himself. But he was certain he was the only one inside the room.
He cut her off when she had mentioned his name for the third time.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He shouted angrily, smirking inwardly at himself as Fuuko jumped out of her clothes.
(A/N: Not literally people! _)
She looked him over and blushed deep crimson.
"Had your fill yet?" he asked her curtly, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Fuuko's eyes followed them and she then blushed, trying desperately to straighten her self up.
She glared at him, but Tokiya only looked at her boredly. "Girls are forbidden here," he said coldly to her.
Suddenly coming back to her senses, she looked at him angrily. "You-" she started, unable t finish the sentence. She had not rehearsed what she would say, thus making a total fool out of herself.
"I'm listening." Tokiya breathed icily. He was enjoying this.
Fuuko was thoroughly pissed off. "What is wrong with you?!" she demanded from him.
Tokiya glared at her, making her shut up. "What's wrong with me?" he snapped at her, his eyes flashing dangerously, taking a step forward. Fuuko took a big step back.
Her voice had deserted her. 'Traitor.' She mentally scolded it.
"What's wrong with me? Hmmm." Tokiya growled, his hands were at her sides, showcasing his muscled chest.
Fuuko's eyes darted towards it and she blushed quickly and then looked down at the ground.
Tokiya took another step forward and she found herself bumping into the wall.
'Dead end! Dead end!' her mind screamed at her. She looked nervously into his eyes
. He had her cornered. His right hand was leaning against the wall, pinning her there.
He was so close Fuuko could practically hear his heart thumping calmly.
Very different from hers that was desperately trying to break free from her ribs. Her breathing heaved as she licked her bottom lip.
She would have blushed if she could read Tokiya's mind. His eyes were on her moist bottom lip. His other hand was at her cheek without her really realizing it.
"Tell me." His voice was gentle and soft. His warm breathe tickled her, sending goose bumps all over her.
"What is wrong with me?" he asked before he started kissing her. He sucked on her bottom lip before he attacked her mouth fully.
Fuuko was too shocked to respond quickly. Realizing that he was a great kisser, she surrendered to the kiss. Her arms encircled his neck as his hand pulled her tighter in the embrace by her waist.
"What is wrong with me?" He murmured to her ear, kissing her neck. Her closed eyes snapped opened and she took her arms back in surprise.
"Tokiya." she pleaded uncomfortably. Tokiya did not even hear her.
She pushed him away, gently surprising him. He searched her eyes for answers. She lowered her head. "I-I gotta go." She whispered quickly, walking away briskly.
Tokiya looked after her, stunned. He had lost control. All because of this girl.
He shook his head. He would have to miss class tomorrow to get his mind to work again.
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Fuuko was running toward her car. She fumbled over her keys, accidentally dropping them because of her shaking hands. She finally let herself collapse beside her car, her knees by reflex tucking them selves under her chin.
"It's just infatuation." She uttered to herself.
'It's infatuation.' she thought to herself again. Or was it?
A/N: There you have it! Please review after reading it!!! ^_^ I hoped you like it! And I'm real sorry for the long wait! If ya must know, classes are beginning in my school and because of my bro's teacher popularity, teachers are like trying to make me their own personal pet and make me do special projects and to top it all off, my researches and all the tests (test week this week and next, eep!). So please forgive me and review! Yeah, please review! They would supply me ideas! To top it all off, I still have many fics to write and edit and such and also, my upcoming Taekwondo Demonstration. eep! Please don't be mad!
Also, can we keep it long liners and can you give me suggestions? It'll make me upload faster!
Acknowledgement:
Anata- my great great beta reader! People, if this fic is good, she's the one you should thank because she made this possible! ^_^ I'm so grateful! Thank you thank you thank you!
To my reviewers:
I had no time to read your reviews, so I'm real sorry, but I will check it after I upload! Also, if ya want to email me, feel free to do so! Thankies! I'll be sure to put a review in the next chap! Please more reviews!