Part Three: Intricately Together

Chapter 12: Getting Back Together

Kouji finally got home. It was about eight by the time he got home. He loathed the housing he was in. His roommate, Fuyutsuki Tama, who was nothing more that an idiot and a drunk. He opened the door to his dorm. He saw Tama, slobbishy hanging on the sofa, half-awake, half asleep and probably drunk, because there were Sake bottles everywhere. The television was blaring and wasting electricity. He didn't care, thought. All what mattered was to study and write up his papers. He ran to his room and closed the door. He took off his jacket, threw it aside, and turned on his laptop. He opened his binder, to take out all his organic chemistry notes and threw it into a pile on his desk. He immediately got started, but then, something was bulging out of his pocket. It was Izumi's hat. "I don't have time to think about her right now!" he thought, put Izumi's hat on the left side of his desk, and dug through his mess of papers. Just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Kouji said tiredly.

"Don't hello me! You know why I'm calling!" said Mr. Minamoto, Kouji's father.

"No, I don't."

"I have here in my hands your progress for the semester!"

"So, it's not like it's my real grades. It's only progress."

"So? All I see is a bunch of bad grades!"

"Uh…"

"Don't 'uhh' me like you don't know! Your mother and I are working hard to pay for your tuition. You'd better get those grades up or you can pay for the tuition on your own!"

"I'm already paying for half of it."

"That was your choice. Was it my choice to go out and get an entry-level job?"

"No… but,"

"No buts. Get those grades up. Anyway, I have to go now. Take care Kouji."

Kouji slammed the phone. "Why now? I don't even know what my grades are," he thought, while still angry at the scolding he just received. He waited for his laptop to boot up and logged into the Internet and signed into his University's main site. He logged into his account. He literally fell of his chair at what he saw. His Organic Chemistry grade was literally on the brink of failure. His other two subjects, Biology and Physics were semi-okay, in the middle, but not great. Everything else he took up was extra curricular, and he didn't have a problem with it. The problem was his father didn't care much for extra curricular subjects, and only cared for the academic subjects. He knew he was in hot water, and that he shouldn't have taken up the job at Jiyuugaoka Coffee shop. Kouji was very stressed out, but thought he might as well just get everything finished. He started up his typing program and started his papers. He fumbled through his notes, looking for a subject to write about. He finally found a topic and went off typing. After about twenty minutes, he seemed to be getting progress. But then, he got stuck and didn't know what to write. He sat there, playing with a pencil, thinking of a new paragraph to write. He couldn't think of any. After forty-five minutes of mindless staring at the ceiling, he finally found one. It was really corny, but it was something, at least. When he finally finished his first Organic Chemistry paper, he had another paper to write about in Physics. He grabbed his binder, and sloppily looked through the big mess of papers sticking out. He didn't care; he just wanted to get it done. He finally found a topic, kept typing, and wrote up only to the page minimum. He finally saved everything, saved it onto disc, and then stumbled into bed. He was too tired to brush his teeth, and he was still wearing his work clothes. By the time he finished his papers, it was already two thirty in the morning. "I'll study in the morning," he thought. They were probably the worst papers he had ever written. He was too exhausted and fell asleep in a snap. After three glorious hours of sleep, Kouji was awakened by several knocks on the walls and doors of his room. He didn't care, but all of a sudden, a drunken Tama busted in with two girls on his side. Kouji immediately fell out of bed, slammed on the light, and yelled,

"Get the hell out of my room, Tama!"

"Hey-o, you're s-so uptight and all nowadays, so I got you a girl," Tama said, while mindlessly dancing and the girls clinging to him like hangers.

"What!"

"Aren't you going to say thank you?"

"No, you idiot! Get out of my damn room! I'm trying to sleep and have an education, unlike you!"

"Hey-y… that's not nice. You didn't thank me."

"Get the heck outta here!" Kouji said, as he kicked him out the door. The other girl clinging to him followed. The other girl let go of Tama's arm. He and the other girl stumbled out, and banged against hallway wall. They seemed very drunk and both collapsed in the hallway.

The other girl still remaining in his room, standing. She was wearing revealing red, and a short miniskirt, like she had just gone off being mischievous.

"Get out!" Kouji said real contemptibly, but he was too tired to care. He tried pushing her out, but she wouldn't budge.

"Don't you remember who I am?" she said, giggling girlishly, and smiling.

"No, now get out of my room." Kouji did know who she was, after taking five seconds to staring at her half-hideous and half-beautiful face. It was Ryusaki Miyamoto, but he just pretended not to know her.

"C'mon. Remember Jiyuugaoka Middle School, me, Ryusaki Miyamoto! The one and only that you love."

"I don't know you, now get out."

"Yes you do! Stop being stupid! I see that crappy puke-purple looking hat on your desk! It belongs to that stupid girl, Orimoto Izumi's isn't it? Isn't it? She got me expelled! And for no reason!"

"You are a brutal girl. Now get out. You were expelled for attempting to kill Orimoto."

"I was? All I did was do a favor for you. To get away from her."

"Yes, you did me a favor. To get away from YOU. You tried killing her, including me. You put us in danger, and we were freezing to death."

"So? What's wrong with me? I'm attractive and smart and beautiful and smart and beautiful," she said, not noticing she said the same two adjectives twice.

"And stupid, now get out of my room, you narcissist. "

"What? How dare you call me that!"

"Get out. I hate associating with you."

"Well I don't. You've gotten more muscular since the last time I saw you. My mother gave me the yelling and punishments of my life because of that shithead, Orimoto Izumi. My mother sent me abroad to study in Toronto, Canada all because of her!"

"Well, go back there. No one wants you here."

"Why are you rejecting someone who loves you so much, Kouji?"

"You have nothing more than lust, and I will never like you back. Just thinking of you being with me makes me want to puke. Now, please get out of my room. I am tired and I have a midterm tomorrow, making my future bright with my new bachelor's degree, and making my life good for myself, unlike you, hanging around the streets, degrading yourself, and throwing away your dignity. Although I don't like you at all, it's true what I just said."

"What! How dare you! All my life I wanted to be with you, and this is what you do to me! I hate you!"

"Good."

"In fact, now that I actually hear you talk, unlike back at that school where you always shut yourself up in the corner and never talked, you are so unimportant and mean! There are more guys out there who will respect me, so goodbye!"

"Okay, goodbye, now get out of my room."

She stomped away pompously, just like she always did when someone insulted her. As soon as she slammed the door, he burst out laughing. "Look how stupid she is now!" he thought, chucking to himself. He turned on his laptop again, and logged into the internet. He emailed Asami, showing what an airhead she had become and how degrading she was. He laughed while typing it, but then deleted it. He knew Miyamoto was an old friend of Asami, so he didn't want to hurt her feelings or bring back old memories. Perhaps he'd tell her when he saw her around campus sometime. Kouji turned off his laptop and finally went to bed. It was about five forty-five in the morning since Tama interrupted. He checked his alarm to wake him up at eight. He went back to bed and went to sleep.