AN: sorry bout doin this before the story, I usually don't, but I need ta clear somethin up. For those of my readers that are a little on the slow side, coughmysistercough , Sana's thoughts appear like this: * ( I like purple because… um… its purple… reason enough, yes? ) * and Hayama's thought will be appear like this: :: ( I hate purple… and yellow… pink too ) ::
So the asterisk is Sana and double colon is Hayama. Righty, on with the chapter!
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Delusional
Chapter Four:
Lies and Deception dun dun duuun!
By Ame Kuroi
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* ( Algebra! Of all things, Algebra! Whoever created this vile form of torture, deserves o be rolled in peanut butter and put in a sandwich for a giant platypus!!! ) *
:: ( Algebra. Brilliant. Who knew all it would take was a few numbers and symbols to keep Kurata from talking away what's left of her intelligence ) ::
Numbers letters, subtraction signs and dots Sensei kept trying to deceive her with – saying they were multiplication signs. Ha! – exponents and parenthesis all jumbled around in her skull. Sana sat with her head lain miserably on the desk as she tried to regain her sanity from the last problem she'd attempted to understand. Half an hour later… no such luck.
Hayama was at the back of the room with his head propped against the heel of his hand. His eyelids were heavy – damn history teacher hadn't let him sleep – as he tried to focus on the blackboard.
Kurata wasn't being nearly as entertaining as he'd hoped. She'd put her head down on the desk over half and hour ago and hadn't lifted it since.
:: ( Maybe math had finally killed her. ) ::
Just then, his stomach tightened and he flinched in surprise but it was gone as quickly as it had come. He decided to ignore it and went back to staring at the chalkboard.
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The bell rang in eight varying chimes as Hayama stood from his seat. As the other students streamed slowly from the class, Hayama sauntered over to Sana: still there, face down on the desk. He tapped her shoulder.
Sana bolted upright and stared wildly about, her eyes glazed in confusion.
"Nani? Nani?! Naninaninani?!?!"
Hayama took a ginger step back just in case she decided to self-destruct. Then she turned her wide eyes to him.
"When…?"
He took another step back. "Lunch."
She blinked several times then cocked her head to the side. "Lunch?"
Hayama nodded, stepping back again as he felt the confusion of Kurata-syndrome starting to set in.
"Lunch… brunch… munch, crunch, bunch, swunch, gnunch, drunch, tunch… tunch?…" She was still thinking.
:: ( Oh God… ) ::
"FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She erupted managing to send five desks, seven backpacks and one Hayama flying off at the mere sound waves.
Sana jumped up - having obviously recovered from the Algebra demon that had possessed her - and ran out the door.
Hayama pulled himself from the floor, still trying to register what had happened. When he again stood on his feet, he mentally slapped himself for even ATTEMPTING to comprehend Sana's actions.
Being the model citizen that he was, Hayama turned the desks upright and put them back into rows. Then reaching inside his coat pocket, he fingered the small envelope. His stomach tightened again.
:: ( Damn nerves. ) ::
He pulled out the note, put it in her desk and bolted out of there before he could change his mind. Of course, he wasn't four steps away from the door before he was having second thoughts.
:: ( Maybe I should go back… ) ::
He stopped and turned to the door standing ajar.
:: ( NO! NO! I cant! ) ::
He continued walking.
:: ( This is the only way. ) ::
His stomach tightened…
:: ( I've waited too long already. ) ::
… and fluttered.
:: ( DAMN NERVES!!! ) ::
Hayama finally made it out to lunch after several minutes of talking himself out of going back and removing the note.
How else was Kurata FINALLY going to know how much he loved her?
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Meanwhile, Sana had been across the hall, down a flight of stairs, through a mob of teenagers and out of the buildings before she realized she had forgotten her lunch in the classroom. So she went BACK inside the building, through the maze of high schoolers, up the 23 steps, down the hall and into the classroom. Pant Pant
As soon as she stepped inside, she knew something was different. She could sense it.
She walked over to where her desk stood…
Bent down and…
Looked inside…
Dramatic Silence
* ( Hmm…?) *
"This isn't my desk!"
Humming obliviously, Sana switched the desk Hayama had thought was hers with the real one that had ended up half way across the room. Sana picked up her lunch and skipped off to her friends.
And the desk containing the note was now the seat of a timid girl named Katsuko.
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Hayama sat nervously eating his lunch. He avoided eye contact with Kurata and ran reassurances over and over in his mind.
:: ( I've loved her since the sixth grade. ) ::
He shoveled rice into his mouth.
:: ( I haven't told her… and she's blind as shit when it comes to subtle hints. ) ::
He fidgeted.
:: ( You can't get any more obvious that that damn note: a small envelope with a piece of paper folded once. It reads 'I Love You -Hayama' ) ::
He glanced around.
:: ( No unnecessary, poetic language, just plain, simple and entirely blunt. ) ::
He popped a pickled radish into his mouth.
:: ( Completely Kurata-proof. ) ::
He smirked.
:: ( No one's stuck with me as long as she had… well, except for Tsuyoshi. ) ::
He looked up at her. She was laughing with Fuka.
:: ( Now she'll finally know… ) ::
She caught his gaze and smiled. He smiled.
:: ( I love you, Sana. ) ::
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Back at the classroom…
Katsuko reached into her desk searching for a pen.
She pulled our a small, plain envelope, addressed to… no one?
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AN: Okay, first of all I'd like ta dedicate this chapter ta my pushy little bitch of a sister (yes the one I mentioned above). She's the one that got me on my computer and practically held me at gunpoint as I typed. So… HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHELLS!!!! Thas right this is her b-day present, but she knows I luv her in my own special way ; ) And bout not updating…. Well I really don't have much of an excuse other that SCHOOL! So ur welcome ta beat me down with emails (ame_kuroi@hotmail.com) jus be for warned that I LUV ta reply jus as evilly as sanely possible, so if u like ta argue for no reason wat so ever, drop me a line ; ) I've already started the nxt chapter but I cant promise much cause teachers are tryin to cram in all that we missed before the Winter Break (ne of u heard of the fires down here last month… I blame Mother Nature for my pain) but there'll be a new chapter by Christmas at the latest. If worst comes to worst, that'll be Shell's Christmas present too _
Till nxt time
:: Ame Kuroi