Let the Rain Fall
pass the broccollini
Author's Note: Well, I apologize for the extreme delay in the production and publication of this chapter. It's short, but hopefully it will have been worth your wait. (If not, don't worry...more chapters will be coming soon.) The POV changes rather often in this chapter without mention. I hope you'll be able to figure it out. Please leave comments!
Chapter Seven:
The phone ringed. The harsh ringing noise echoed in Arima's room and head. There was no point in looking at the caller identification. He knew who it was. Miyazawa. He drew back from his plans for the Student Trip Committee and watched the beige machine sing its song once more. And then again. After the fourth ring, he picked up.
"Hello?"
From behind the safety of the other line, Miyazawa smiled and relaxed on the couch. He didn't hate her! She couldn't believe that after all the work she put in to making that stupid newspaper possible, it would spread rumors about her and Asaba. If Maho wasn't already her friend, she would've suspected it was another one of the dark-haired girl's evil turn-the-whole-school-against-you schemes.
"Hello? Arima! Ohmigosh...I---the newspaper and I had no id—"
"It's ok, Miyazawa."
"What?"
This wasn't like Arima. He should be furious. Didn't he love her anymore? No...that was a stupid question. Of course he loved her. He had grown up a lot after that kendo camp. Maybe he was more emotionally mature as well.
"It's just some stupid paper. I didn't really pay attention to it that much."
"Wow...I—I would be furious."
Are you really that hard-headed Miyazawa? Can't you hear the strain in my voice? Or the tap-tap-tapping of the end of my pencil against my desk as I restrain myself from ripping the cord out of this damned phone. If you were in front of me....
Miyazawa sighed into the end of her receiver. Arima really was the perfect man. In retrospect, she couldn't believe that she had actually doubted that Arima would trust her. She practically owned his heart. And he owned hers. He was everything a boyfriend should be. Affectionate, intelligent, brilliant, creative, strong. And he was so forgiving and kind and gentle!
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
"No. I'm fine. I've grown up. Stupid childish pranks don't affect me."
"Oh Arima, you're so mature."
Rip that treacherous snake into pieces, you know you want to. Kill her. It would be so easy. No one would suspect it was you. And besides, it's her fault. If she wasn't a treacherous snake, you wouldn't have to do this. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
"...how's your work going, Arima? I miss you. We don't get to spend much time together anymore."
That's because you spend it snuggling with my only friend, you worthless traitor.
"Really? Yeah...I guess it is kind of like last year's sports fest. I'm just finishing the plans for the School Trip Committee. What about you?"
"I'm almost done. Maybe we could start studying together again?"
Then I can chop you into pieces and hide the pieces under my floorboards where no one would find them. Or better yet, sauté them in soy sauce and eat them while laughing in a pool of your blood.
"Yeah, sounds fun."
"Oh---my parents need the phone. Alright, I'll see you at school tomorrow! Love ya!"
"Goodnight, Miyazawa."
"...you didn't say it."
"What?"
"You didn't say it back. You didn't say you loved me."
"Goodnight, Miyazawa."
He hung up the phone and returned to his work. Tomorrow would be quite a day.
Ack--I know it's short, but I thought it would be better to quickly update. Read and review, please!