Entry 15
I watched as omaasan placed the mug of steaming coffee ever so lightly on the table, heaving a sigh. Steaming, like how I was feeling inside. Hot with worry and anxiety.
"Is he still in your room, dear?"
"Yes."
She nodded and took a sip, keeping her eyes glued on the dark brew. Was she purposely avoiding me or did she think I wanted to avoid her? "You do know that I'm worried as well and I want to help but if you don't tell me what's wrong than there's nothing I can do."
"Yeah but..." I stopped and began fumbling with my fingers; guess it was my turn to look away, "I can't"
"Well than there's nothing to discuss, now is there?"
Wow. That remark sounded so, so, mature. Hardly omaasan. Not to be mean but, she's usually pretty clueless. But I guess with sofu gone on another one of his trips, she's the responsible one in the house. Not that I needed this sense of responsibility now, she sounded so cold.
I bit my lip. That right there was like a blast of freezing polar ice aimed directly at my face. She must have noticed because her expression suddenly changed, a look of remorse and sympathy appearing in her eyes. Omaasan got up from her seat and walked around to my side of the table. She stooped down a bit and hugged me, adding a little kiss on the forehead as an extra bonus. Just can't help but love omaasan.
"I'm sorry, but you have to admit, there's really nothing I can do."
I hung my head, for some reason, feeling guilty. It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything, it was him. Him and his.... But it wasn't his fault either because everyone.... but it is, well sort of, he had no control, well some control. Does anyone have control? In a sense, right? But some might say they don't. Ugh, what am I saying? So confusing.
She stood up and stretched her arm across the table, reaching for the mug. "Kids these days," Sip. Loud swallow.
"I'm not a kid," was all I managed, getting annoyed. And what did she mean by "these days?" Guess everyone was obedient and robot-like back then or something.
"Then you're a teen, same basic thing." She half-smiled, revealing a dime-sized dimple on her right cheek.
"Kids have kid problems, teens have teen problems."
Omaasan's eyes widened in mock disbelief, "You forgot to use a condemn?"
"OMAASAN!"
She placed a hand over her mouth and giggled, the sound like that of a six-year-old girl's. "Sorry, couldn't help it. I just thought you need a, you know, little lightening up. I hate to see you so troubled, you know that."
"Yeah." My face, however, was still ripe enough to eat.
"So, ready to spill now?" She asked, sliding her arm around my shoulder reassuringly.
"I don't know, he'll probably kill me." It sure is tempting though. I could imagine two miniature me's sitting on each shoulder, a devil and an angel, arguing over whose right and who's wrong.
Not to mention it was embarrassing. Really embarrassing.
"Well....."
.............ooooooooooooo.................
"YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SERENITY WHEELER?"
"Hikari...."
"I'm...uh, happy for you?"
"What do you mean by that?" He asked, with a bit less emotion than I'd expected.
"Well, you know, it's just you never seem like the type to – "
He stared at me intently.
"Well not that really, it's just something that doesn't seem to be on the top of your priority list, I mean it's almost a total 180 from what you always do, uh hehe."
He didn't even bother to shoot me a glare, or give me any look for that matter; instead he dropped face-first onto my pillow and buried his face deeper into it. Very unexpected.
"Is...something wrong, yami?" He's embarrassed maybe, or shocked, teetering between a yes and no, denial?
"Leave." Was the muffled reply
"What?"
"Just leave."
"Really, yami..." This was more serious than I initially took it to be. Maybe worst than I initially took it to be. "Did something happen?"
"No."
"Of course not, that's why your face is buried in that pillow like some sort of lovesick – "
"What?" he said abruptly, his head shooting up with very pissed eyes staring me down.
"S-sorry," I took a step back in surprise, "You just seem so upset is all and I want to help.
He resumed the position and waved a hand, the universal gesture for one to leave. He didn't even have the energy to say more than just "leave." A "go away" seemed too much to handle. But I was stubborn....in a good way. It bothered me, mainly because I've never seen him so un-on top of things but also because of that hikari/yami bond thing. There was an inkling, unsettling feeling inside I couldn't really explain. Just because he felt something, didn't mean I could feel the exact same thing. Unfortunately, I had an idea as to why it was there.
"She turned you down, didn't she?"
No answer.
"I'm sorry."
He tisked bitterly, "You have no idea."
I was just glad I held my tongue. Telling him it was to be expected wouldn't have exactly helped the matter, even if it was true. Not only did Serenity have other people ahem courting her, she's almost the complete opposite of my yami. Not to say that opposites don't attract, just not in this case. She's shy, reserved, super kind and sensitive. And my yami's, well, not those things. Come to think of it, I wonder if Joey had a hand in this. I mean he is rather protective of his sister, and he doesn't let anyone, no matter how close that person is to him, lay a finger on her. Maybe she said yes and he said no!
"She didn't need anyone to help her reject me."
"Oh."
Poor yami.
Maybe introducing him to the people at school was a bad idea. Actually, it hadn't been my idea, more of omaasan and sofu's. Seeing as he more or less got in their way at home with him wrecking their stuff and whatnot, they decided to have me take him to school and off their hands for their afternoons. It was an.....interesting notion (more like experiment) but hey, I've seen a lot of strange things in my –short- lifetime so it would either be a total disaster, which I'd end up laughing about later or, if lucky, it would all work out nicely and I'd have nothing to worry about. Can't lose. Yeah I complain about his quirks but they were actually entertaining. Brought a bit of colour into my life, even helped wash away a bit of my dreary memories.
The uncomfortable phase lasted quite awhile, my yami not so big on socializing, but, like always, it ended. It wasn't entirely the fact that he'd been in the items for so long but more of because he's one of those people who don't like to have too many people around him. So far, it was only me around him but with school biting at his heels, there was bound to be more. It was inevitable. He just had to get used to it.
It was actually sort of funny. There were these girls, you know the bimbo, giggly, air-headed (and then some) type who would not stop following him around. Not even into the little boys' restroom, (which of course didn't bother any of us young men whatsoever) and he just didn't know why. When I told him he was, to them, very attractive, he looked at me like I had some sort of Nile illness and made a comment about what he'd thought my sexual orientation was. Guess he missed the 'what they, they thought of him.' Of course he avoided me the rest of that week until I cornered him in the little girls' restroom where he thought the girls wouldn't think to look (????) and clarified things. So what was with that CPR stunt he pulled?
I was satisfied to find their washroom was smaller than ours.
I helped ward off the girls by politely informing them of the infectious diseases and viruses he had. He, according to me, was relieved to find the school uniforms consisted of pants and long-sleeved jackets because he had sores and boils all over his body he was ashamed of and wanted covered. They said 'prove it' and we did. A little theatre make-up here and there and we had those girls scrunching their noses and backing away in a hurry. Now that's skill.
Long story short, and now things have turned the other way. He's gotten a taste of what it's like to be your typical high school Joe and apparently started off on the wrong foot. Poor yami. All is fair in love and war. He's well familiar with the war part of it, now, for the love.
But why Serenity of all people? One way opposite attraction? Could be.
"Seriously, I promise not to tell anyone."
"Uh huh."
"Please, just tell me what happened."
He lifted himself into a sitting position and made himself comfortable on the bed. Hmm, usually doesn't do that, all well. "Well, to begin with, she said it wasn't me, it was her..."
"Okay."
"...and that she already liked someone."
"Oh..."
"....that person being you."
"Whoa, what?" I had to do a double check to make sure I heard what I thought he said.
"That person being you." He repeated, this time not as firmly and with a hint of dejection.
"I-I, what?"
"Must I repeat myself again, hikari?" He was more than just dejected. Obviously. He was talking to the person who ruined his love life.
Then the guilt settled into. But with the guilt was a sense of giddiness. She liked me? She really liked me? Me?! "I'm really sorry."
He waved a hand tediously, "I don't want to hear it, I know what you're thinking. Well done."
"No really – "
"What really intrigued me..." he said the 'what' extra loud to make sure I was cut off, "...was how blunt your girlfriend was."
"Yami please – "
"....but of course I have absolutely no right to be upset, now do I? She did nothing wrong and neither did you."
"Would you just let me – "
"....furthermore, I, being 5000 years of age, am much too old for her, wouldn't you agree."
"No – "
"....perhaps Kaiba was right on this one, romantic relationships are a waste of time, energy and money."
"Hey, since when did you – "
"....this is your chance, hikari. As they say, carpe diem, seize the day."
"Ugh, stop, would you?"
"....I am sure Joey wouldn't mind you."
"I don't like her!.....In that way!"
"Now if you would excuse me, I have some tasks to attend you." And then he was gone, even before I could attempt to protest.
Wow, I honestly didn't think he would take it so hard. She must have meant so much to him. Probably still do. And the fact that he said all that with almost no emotion whatsoever, not even a hint of anger or jealousy (though there's no doubt he was very jealous) made it even worse. Great. Somehow I always feel guilty about things that aren't even my fault. Maybe if he'd acted a bit differently, changed the way he dressed a bit, altered the hair. Yeah right. This is one emotion that cannot be controlled by anything.
I picked up my pillow and examined it. Slightly battered, softer, some of the fluff was coming out. It was then I knew; this was going to last much longer than a week.
.............ooooooooooooo.................
"Now he barely talks at all, not just to me, but everyone at school. What am I going to do?"
Omaasan opened a can of pop and placed it in front of me. I took a sip, the contents having no taste at all.
"Well, with this, I guess there's not very much you can do other than just wait it out. I think going out with Serenity – "
"But I don't even want to!"
"– I think going out with Serenity isn't the best thing to do right now because that'll upset him even more. But if you don't, she'll be unhappy because you rejected her. One thing to do is tell him how you feel; the only problem is right now he's not in the position to listen to reason, believe me, I know."
"So...." I had the feeling she didn't know how to solve things any better than I did.
"Wait it out, see what happens. Then, if nothing changes after awhile, try to talk to him, dear, maybe by then, things won't be quite as heated as they are." She patted my back affectionately, "And hey, by then he might have his eye on someone else."
Clueless omaasan.
She saw the look of doubt on my face and hugged me loosely around the shoulders, "Don't worry too much about it, your friend Yvon will get over it. Everyone does."
Clueless indeed.
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