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So Much For Mr. Lonely
"Hey, Izumi," Kouji said, taking a seat by the girl.
Almost immediately, the girls squealed and made room for him, gaping at Kouji.
But Kouji's attention was only on Izumi. "Listen, Takuya's just being an idiot right now, okay? Just-please tell me you aren't crying," he murmured miserably, not knowing what to do again.
Izumi stared down at the space in front of her, ignoring all else around her. "Kouji, thank you," she started, standing up, "but really, I'm fine." Looking at him, she smiled, no tears evident on her face. "I've just been thinking a lot, that's it."
Kouji closed his eyes sighed in relief, "Good...I'm not that good at making people feel better..."
"Have fun with your fans!"
Kouji's eyes flew open and he caught Izumi walking away, laughing hard as girls crowded around him. "ACK! NOO! I'M DROWNING IN-IZUMI!" he yelled, trying to make his way out of the crowd alive, ignoring all the pleas for his number, address and the like.
I will get back at you, he thought with a smile. It's good to have you back, Izumi.
As soon as Izumi stepped into her classroom after lunch finished, she knew something was wrong.
"Is he okay?" a student asked his friend as they crowded around something.
The other boy shrugged. "No clue. He looks pretty beat up."
"Ah! What happened?"
"Waaah! This is too cruel!"
"You think there was a gang?"
"Do you guys mind? Some people need personal space," Izumi heard Kouichi say.
With wide eyes, she made her way through the crowd of students and found him, indeed, beaten up. "AH! KOUICHI WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!" she yelled, running over and examining his bruised cheek.
Kouichi grumbled incoherently before getting up and walking out of the classroom. "SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP."
Immediately, everyone fell silent. Kouichi turned pale, then turned around to find his teacher standing behind him. "Er...eh, hello, Mr. Amano..."
The teacher's eyes narrowed in on Kouichi. "Kouichi, what happened? Did you get into a fight?"
Laughing uneasily and shaking his head, the boy replied, "No, I just...r-ran into a pole...very stupidly."
"Funny, because I saw Takuya with a similar looking bruise."
"Wow, aren't we all stupid today," Kouichi said, still laughing uneasily.
Izumi raised her hand calmly. "I'm his witness," she called out, sitting in her seat.
"Yes, yes, whatever. It's your business anyhow. Izumi, accompany Kouichi to the nurse's office so he can get an icepack. The rest of you take out your History books," Mr. Amano said, walking to his desk and taking out the teacher's edition of the History book.
Kouichi and Izumi headed out of the classroom, both quiet until they were halfway to the nurse's office.
"Izumi-" Kouichi started.
At the same time, Izumi turned to him and said, "Kouichi-"
Both of them stared at each other before breaking out into smiles.
Kouichi grinned as he bowed slightly and murmured, "Ladies first."
Izumi laughed. "Alright, then, tell me what really happened."
"Er...Takuya threw a punch and I let it hit me."
"You LET him hit you?"
"Well, come on, he's angry!" replied Kouichi defensively. "He's got to vent it out somehow!" He noticed Izumi's face contort into one of pure anger. "Uh...I-Izumi...?"
She snarled, "Oh, so now you're going to be everyone's punching bag? You're too nice for your own good, Kouichi! You need to stop it!"
Kouichi stepped back in surprise before smiling and patting her head. "Calm down, kiddo. You're going insane. Both you and Takuya, actually. Listen, Izumi, you need to open your heart and look a bit deeper. That's the only reason I can figure things out faster than everyone else."
For a while, the two walked quietly again, until they were outside the nurse's office. Then, Izumi asked, "Why do you treat me like that?"
"Like what?" Kouichi asked, obviously puzzled.
"Like...a little girl?"
He took a few seconds before he slowly stated, "You're...like my little sister. I have to look out for you, right?" Smiling, he walked into the nurse's office emerging seconds later, utterly baffled.
"What?" Izumi looked at him in askance.
"Kouji and Takuya are there..."
Izumi's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "WHAT?"
Kouichi shrugged. "Shall we figure out what the heck is going on?"
"Let's."
Staring at each other uncertainly, Kouichi walked in to find his brother with an ice pack on his head and Takuya sitting next to him on the bed with an ice pack on his cheek. "PLEASE tell me you two didn't get in a fight IN class..."
"We didn't. I was attacked by girls," Kouji started.
Takuya explained his own predicament, "And I was attacked by...SOMEONE WHO LOOKS LIKE THE GUY I'M SITTING NEXT TO!"
Kouichi rolled his eyes. "Well, MAYBE if you hadn't HIT me..."
"You let him hit you," Izumi interrupted.
Slapping his forehead, Kouichi headed to the freezer and withdrew an ice pack. "People nowadays...so stupid."
"You mean you?"
"This is where I regret calling you a little sister."
"Too bad."
Are they flirting? Takuya and Kouji thought, staring at the two fight.
As if reading their mind, Kouichi shook his head. "NO."
"No what?" Takuya asked blankly.
"No, we aren't."
Kouji's eyes widened in realization. "OH...do you have super powers we should know about?"
Takuya glared and grumbled, "I knew Duskmon gave you special powers."
"You two are so stupid. Kouichi's...just...smarter than the rest of us," Izumi stumbled through the words.
Takuya froze and fell silent. Then, he forced a grin. "Yeah? Then why is it that, uhh...that-that Kouji was able to beat him?"
Izumi rolled her eyes. "He was Duskmon. Kouji wasn't corrupted."
Grumpily, Takuya threw his ice pack at Kouji. "Dammit."
Kouichi laughed. "Now, now, be nice, children."
"HEY!" Kouji yelled, tossing the ice pack at his brother.
"Thanks, I can use two."
"Stop being so infuriating!" Kouji yelled, throwing his ice pack at his brother as well.
"Hm. Three. That's overdoing it a bit, but sure, why not?"
Kouji growled and stood up, immediately falling back down. "How can girls injure so easily...?"
Izumi listed, "Well, we can use shoes, or pencils, or slap, or-"
"Be really obsessive," Takuya snorted, hiding a grin. "Gimme my ice pack, Kouichi."
"And mine!" Kouji yelled, hands outstretched for catching the ice pack.
Kouichi tossed both to Takuya. "Give Kouji his. Anyway, who did good on their Math test?" he asked enthusiastically.
"I DID!" Izumi cheered.
Kouji and Takuya looked at each other, then broke off whistling.
"Uhh...never mind," Kouichi muttered, slapping his forehead, exasperated. How stupid...
"Anyway..." Kouji said loudly, "I'M GONNA SLEEP!"
"I'M GOING TO!" Takuya snapped, pushing Kouji over and lying down on the bed.
How pathetic, Izumi thought, watching the two fight over the bed. Boys are so weird.
"I've never seen anything this stupid," Kouichi muttered, putting away his ice pack. "I'm going back to class. Izumi?"
"Y-yeah," she said, taking one last glance at the two before following Kouichi out of the office.
Izumi waited patiently outside of Kouji's classroom as soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of school. When he finally came out, she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "You're late. Extremely late."
"Teachers fault?" he said in a hopeful voice, laughing uneasily as he noticed how angry she looked.
She broke of into a smile. "Come on," murmured Izumi, yanking his hand. "Let's go for that walk…"
The two walked off laughing, while Takuya raced out of the room, determined to catch up with Izumi. He watched the two, then sighed. Am I too late…? He wondered if Kouichi had been right. Maybe it was too late. Maybe Izumi and Kouji would get together…
He didn't deserve her anymore, anyway.
Did he?
Takuya sighed. "I may not know, but I'm going to find out," he murmured, determined as he silently walked after Kouji and Izumi.
Kouichi packed up slowly, hoping his plan would work. He could only hope that Kouji would be getting Takuya and Izumi back together. He could only hope…
But he was afraid it might take a turn for the worst.
Clearing his throat, the boy stood up and walked over to Sumi. "Say, Sumi, are you busy right now?" asked Kouichi as politely as possible.
Sumi looked up from her textbook and narrowed her eyes on him. "Maybe. Why?"
"Just wanted to talk."
He sounds innocent enough, she thought suspiciously, so it might not do any harm…
Kouichi smiled triumphantly as she stood up and followed him out into the hall. "I warned you already. Stop acting," he said as soon as she was listening.
"And if I don't?"
He smirked. "It's simple. Because I can tell Izumi that you really aren't Takuya's girlfriend and are just acting that way to make her jealous."
Sumi swallowed with some difficulty and turned away, blushing furiously.
Kouichi continued, "And although I know that, I don't see why Takuya picked you of all girls to make her jealous. You're..." He paused, trying to find the right word. "Annoyingly indifferent to everything around you."
"I am NOT!" Sumi snapped, standing up straight and glaring at Kouichi.
"Oh please. I'm not stupid. The only person you paid attention to was Kouji."
"So what?"
"How do you know Kouji?"
"I don't know him."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying!" she insisted angrily.
Kouichi just smiled. "Alright, then. I'll go tell Izumi." Before he could go, though, Sumi grabbed his arm, digging her nails into it. "Yes?" he asked through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the searing pain.
Sumi drew a breath. "If I tell you, you can't tell Izumi. Promise?"
The boy nodded. "Now fess up."
"Fine. It happened quite a while ago…" Sumi said, her voice trailing off as she tried to remember all the details.
"So…Izumi, what do you plan to do now?" Kouji asked, his hands in his pockets as usual.
The girl beside him shrugged. "I think I'm over it now."
"Wow, that fast?"
"It's not that fast!" she replied indignantly, turning to face him. "It's only been…"
Kouji laughed and leaned against a nearby wall leisurely. "Anyway…"
Izumi felt her face burn. "Uh…hey, Kouji…?"
"Yeah?"
"Uhm, well…have you ever liked anyone?"
The bandana head was taken aback. "Wh-what?"
She looked at her shoes. "Have you…ever had a crush, or anything like that?"
Turning red, Kouji looked away and replied, "Well…I've never really exactly been a people person…"
"Oh…"
"Have you ever liked anyone other than Takuya?" he questioned in turn.
Izumi barely nodded. "Y-yes…"
"Really? Who?" Kouji asked, completely amazed.
"Well…other than Takuya," she mumbled, looking at her shoes.
"Yeah?"
"Y…I…" Izumi stuttered, turning bright red and glad she was facing down. Say it, Izumi, just say it.
Kouji waited patiently.
"You."
There was silence.
Izumi felt tears sting her eyes. Not now…Izumi, not now! She didn't want to know Kouji's reaction, she just wanted to run away.
"S-since when?" Kouji finally asked, still not over the shock.
"About…well…a bit after we went to the movie…I…I think, anyway…"
She heard footsteps approach her, but didn't look up.
"Izumi, look up," demanded Kouji.
Biting her lip, she did as he said.
Kouji bent towards her, their lips touching.
More footsteps.
Both whirled around in time to find Takuya standing a few feet away, his mouth open in shock.
"T-Takuya?" Izumi gasped.
Kouji was too surprised to say anything.
For several seconds, all three stood where they were, each too shocked to say anything. Finally, shaking his head, Takuya's eyes flashed angrily before he turned around and ran off.
"Takuya, wait!" Izumi yelled, holding out her hand as if to stop him. Tentatively, she took a step forward before looking down. This wasn't supposed to happen. Why? "Why," whispered Izumi to herself. "Why?"
A/N-
I'm depressed. I'm dedicating this chapter to Charlie. I never saw him in person, never talked to him in person…but those IM's…
I miss him...may he be happy, wherever he is...
Yeah, that's it. Review if you want. Flame if you want. That Kouzumi's just there now. You don't know if it'll be Takumi or Kouzumi in the end, so choose your words wisely.