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UNREQUITED LOVE...


"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU SLOW-BRAINED DENSE BAKA!"

I stood up, trying to fight my hard tears away.

I was able to fight the upcoming tears that climbed off my eyes.

But although my tears didn't come out, my voice was shaky.

And with that only shaky voice, my tears popped out and I was sobbing quietly--no.

I was sobbing angrily.

'IDIOT! IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT!'

I stared at the dumbfounded face of that stupid boy I couldn't hate.

Couldn't hate..

Chuckle

Just COULDN'T hate!

He looks at me, eyes confused.

Now what the hell is that?

This baka is STILL too slow to figure what I just said!

This IDIOT is so SLOW that—that—

I clenched my fists real hard and walked towards him.

And with final thoughts about doing this, I smacked him hard in the right cheek.

I know he wasn't expecting that since I could see the amazed shock look in his face.

A large very visible mark strokes his whole right cheek where I had marked.

A mark where he would remember NEVER to forget.

A mark where my misery and too much is engraved.

The mark that he will soon realize...

Someday...

That red pain that reflects the pain in my heart...

Emanated towards him.

So he can feel what difficulties he gives me sometimes.

I don't know.

I just can't take it anymore.

I just can't argue with Tyson with jut words to get this devotion I feel from him.

It just isn't any use to distract myself by arguing with him by words.

And I hope—HOPE—that this slap that even I don't want to do but had to will make him figure out.

Figure out what I have kept inside for years.

Kept right inside of me when it's been wanting to get out.

So it gave me obstacles.

And made me tag around with them.

With him.

When I gazed down at him, his face was somewhat unreadable.

But I know that deep down inside him, this pain I had strike him will change him.

Will not only physically hurt him.

But emotionally, too.

And I do hope this pain I had gave him will really make him figure it out.

But I do really hope that it won't change EVERYTHING in him.

And that is why I felt pity for ever slapping him.

But I just had to.

I had no choice.

And when I looked at him, my heart flipped.

I tried not to feel so sad for him because his bright blue eyes asked me a question I couldn't even tell him.

... What did I do?...

My heart felt so heavy that all I wanted was to cry.

What HAD I done?

What will happen when he really finds out that I—I like him more than just—just Like?

I won't even bear looking at him.

No...

I can't.

But then, he didn't do anything.

He just sat there.

I try not to look so confuse.

What is wrong with this boy?

He should be pissed off at me for ever so slapping him so hard.

He should have yelled at me like never.

That angry voice I try not to let sink in me.

Tyson should just...

Walk away from me.

Leaving me alone...

Forever.

But he didn't.

And I was surprise.

Really surprise.

Hmmm...

Maybe this isn't over yet...

I stared at him still, with that strange look in his eyes.

What had I done?

Why did I ever slap Tyson so hard?

Why did I ever let my instinct get to me?

Why is it that half of me wants to let Tyson know that I have feelings for him?

And why is the other making it so hard for me?

My angry eyes softened and I know I have been defeated by my own inner thoughts.

I hate losing over to Tyson.

Especially when my reasons are beyond what anything is.

With another final thought, I kneeled down in front of him.

He was looking at me with a weird look, maybe confused.

I look at him, trying not to show too much compassion in my eyes.

I know he hates pity.

I know he does.

But I don't look at him in pity.

Only in...

Devotion.

Laughs

Weird, eh?

We were so close, TOO close to each other.

But I don't care.

'I must heal what I have caused...'

I know he could feel my ever so sorry fro ever slapping him.

Oh well, he'll get over it anyways.

Oh god, I really wanted that slap to mean that I HATE him.

LOATHE him.

Oh god, seriously!

I want to HATE him.

To yell at him in those words we say to each other when we argue with hate.

But I still can't.

I like Tyson.

Very much.

And I HATE myself for saying it!

I put my right hand on the cold grass, to try and make my hand freezing and icy.

Enough to wash over that hot searing pain I gave him.

As soon as I'm almost shivering from that coldness, I try to gulp out all the nervousness that entranced through me.

Slowly, I graze the hand that he had placed over the red mark away.

And placed my own cold hand in there.

Placed it right there, where I have NEVER in my WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE would think of touching.

But I still eased the pain in his cheek.

His cheek was hot, probably because of that pain I seared through him.

But they weren't soft or firm.

Kinda like...

Comforting.

Laughs nervously

Stupid, huh?

I guess my hand was too cold because he shut his eyes tight for a couple of moments then opened them.

"Are you okay now, Tyson?" I asked him softly, trying not to break that endless silence in our background.

He didn't answer.

But I know he should be telling me to step off since 'he can take care of himself'.

Laughs

I'm healing him.

Healing the pain I had gave him...

He closes his eyes again and opened them.

And I was surprised by how he had gaze at me, a moment after he had opened them, with that strange look in his eyes.

They glimmered a bit, those blue eyes of his.

I try not to look so offended by how he had looked at me.

It's like he had never seen eyes like mine.

Chuckle

Well... since I've got a pretty ruby eyes.

It should fit me.

Smiles

This meeting will have to end.

I look at Tyson when gloomy eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tyson," I whispered to him and tried a smile.

He didn't move or made any action.

Maybe THE Tyson is just too gullible to figure things out.

Laughs

My hand was still on his cheek.

It's strange because I never wanted to take them off from his cheek.

But I had to take them away.

So I did.

His cheek was still red.

But it'll be gone sooner anyways.

But then this meeting will soon be nothing to him tomorrow.

Just like the time I ignored him when he wanted to thank me long ago.

The thought tore my heart.

I wanted to cry so bad like never again.

To sob my pain away.

Without thinking, I slowly placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

'There,' I thought.

I hope this is actually the ever meeting we had that he will remember in his whole life.

I just hope that it won't be too late.

Without warning, I sobbed loudly.

I could feel him, rigid and frozen.

Oh well, who would argue?

I could feel his heart.

And , man, they were beating so fast I don't think he could even do anything when my head was resting on his chest.

I sniffed silently.

He smelled nice.

To my own surprise, he placed a hand on my head.

Now THAT I was NOT expecting.

But, it felt so good to actually have Tyson do something so nice to you for a change.

Rather than yelling at me why in the hell I'm putting my head on his chest.

With that one hand of kindness that he showed...

It's just too much for me.

Too much.

I pulled away from him and stood up.

Ironically, we were staring at each other again.

"I'm sorry, Tyson," I told him.

'I'm sorry for ever putting my head on your chest.

Especially that slap I gave you.'

I smiled at him.

"You'll just have to figure it out yourself now..."

"Wakarimasen..."

I tried another cheery smile.

"That," I said really soft, hoping he'd figure what 'that' I meant. "If you take time to think you'll know... But since you aren't that kind of guy, you'll just have to wait..."

He just stared at me.

"Gomen nasai," I said, my final. "Sayounara, Tyson..."—and added—" you slow baka..."

With that, I tried not to cry again as I turn and left him.

Left him there, sitting alone.

Left him to think things over...

Hoping he'll realize.

How long will it take for Tyson to figure things out?

In beyblading, it takes him like—hmm, let see—any seconds to figure out what strategy to use.

And he always, always wins.

That Tyson...

But when it comes to something he doesn't expect, his brain slows down like a rundown computer only able to be a quick thinker at sports.

Damn that Tyson!

I slowly walked homewards, as slow as I can go, so that my mind can clear up what happened an hour ago.

Oh, god.

Did I just slap Tyson?

Did I just do something while my thoughts were unconscious that Tyson doesn't expect me to do!

Oh, dear god...

I hope what just happened is some goddamn dream!

I hope every second that I was with Tyson was just a stupid DREAM!

But...

A damn GOOD dream might I add.

Yes, I hope it was all a dream.

A dream that I had always wanted it to come true.

And...

Has it?

I shook my head hard as I gazed at the ground.

But it's all real.

Everything is...

All real...


tbc