This was a sweet week. No school Tuesday or Thursday and a half day on Friday. Now if only I had something to do with all that time off…
Disclaimer- I don't own Hana-Kimi. shock Yes, yes I know. It must be a very big surprise that I do not own it. –rolls eyes-
Kagurazaka was ready to leave. He was going to move the rest of his stuff into his new apartment. He couldn't stand hid dorm anymore. Everything reminded him of Mizuki, he didn't want to go back to that place of sadness so he just decided to leave.
It didn't take long to get there. It was a 15 minuet drive at the most. Most of his stuff had already been organized all he had to do was put the rest of his cloth away and this place would be ready for living.
He decided to do the task later on. He couldn't get Mizuki off of his mind. He fought of the urge to cut himself. 'I stopped that. I won't do it again. She can't make me go back!' he thought to himself as his hands started to twitch.
'Maybe I should go and see her. I mean, maybe seeing her will stop all of these things in my mind. Yeah, I should go and see her.' He stood up and started to go towards the door when he passed by a mirror.
He stopped and starred at his reflection. "She doesn't know me like this. I can't let her see me like this." He went into the bathroom and opened a new pack of plastic combs. He combed his hair and washed his face so he looked more presentable.
'When I see her I have to be strong. I have to be like the old me.' He told himself as he walked out to his car. He found that his car finally let him the shut the door for the first time with ease.
On the drive over he remained calm and strong. He showed no expression on his face. He was that 17 year old kid now. He parked across the street from the bar like he had the night before.
He walked into the bar with complete confidence. It was early in the day so he wasn't surprised that there were no customers. He strode over to the bar where he was a bar tender reading a book on making people laugh.
The chubby bartender looked up from his book when Kagurazaka was right in front of him. He gave him a smile. "A bit early to be drinking isn't it?" "Then why do you have the bar open so early?" the bartender nodded smiling. "Good question. What can I get you?"
Makoto shook his head. "I'm not here to drink, too early. But I was looking for a girl." The man opposite of him smiled, as if he had ever stopped. "Sorry but there's only me here as you can see."
He shook his head. "No, last night there was a girl here bartending named Mizuki Ashiya. Do you think that you could tell me where she is?" The smiley man nodded. "She lives right above this place. But if she asks, Mikey told you she lives there." Kagurazaka was a bit confused. 'Is he Mikey? Why would he want Mizuki to know that he let me know where she lives? Oh well.'
The bartender who was supposedly Mikey, (It's really Cho,) led him to the stair case. He thanked the peculiar man and went up to see Mizuki. As he walked up the stairs he made sure he didn't think of anything that would let him loose his composure. He tried to concentrate on his breathing but the idea was just so stupid he fought back the urge to laugh.
He knocked on a wooden door at the top of the stairs. The wood was covered with photos; most of them had been taken in the bar. There was the bartender from a few minuets ago and the one from yesterday, Mizuki and some other people he didn't know.
He heard a familiar voice tell him it was open from the other side of the door a few seconds after he knocked. He let himself into her home. Shutting the door behind him he took survey of his surroundings.
Her place was green, not ugly barf green but more like neon. The carpet was white shag and there was mostly wood furniture. 'This place must have already been furnished when she move in. Green used to make her head spin.'
"Hello." He called into the room, he couldn't see her anywhere. He heard a crash from another room and without thinking rushed off to see what was wrong. He found Mizuki in the kitchen picking up broken pieces of glass, cursing to herself.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" he asked helping her. She looked up at him and swore again. "I thought I heard your voice. I didn't think that you were actually here." 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' he wondered to himself.
"What are you doing here?" she asked throwing away the glass in the garbage. "I nee… wanted to see you." He stopped himself from saying "needed". He didn't need her, and if he did he sure as hell didn't want her to know that. She didn't even notice.
"Who told you I live here?" she asked him examining a cut on her finger. He offered to help but she shook him away. "The bartender downstairs told me to say Mikey told me." She gave a deep sigh and muttered "Cho" underneath her breath just so faintly he almost didn't hear her.
"Are you okay?" he asked concerned as soon as she started pacing muttering a trail of swears even a pirate couldn't match with holding her finger. He didn't even know what happened but before he knew it he was stopping her and taking a good look at her finger.
He led her to the sink and washed off the blood and wrapped a paper towel around her wound. She starred up at him with eyes unreadable. He remembered the night she had came to his dorm room and had such fear and pain in her eyes. 'I guess some people just know how to move on.'
"Look, what do you want from me! Yesterday you left and I understood that. What do you want to say to me? I know that leaving was wrong. I know I probably hurt you guys but…" "But you don't even know the half of it." He spat coldly.
She stopped talking and just starred for a moment. "You really have changed this past year." He sighed. "I can say the same for you. We all changed I guess." She bit her lip; she wanted to ask but didn't know if she should or even if she would want to know.
As if he read her mind he said, "All your old buddies aren't doing so good without you." "What? Oh, well they can't be doing that badly…" she was cut off by his cold laugh. "Doing too badly? I'm guessing you don't read the paper here do you."
She looked at him confused. "I don't have time to read the paper. Why? What happened." He didn't hesitate. He wanted her to know. "Kagurazaka is dead." She looked to the ground instantly and then back at him.
"How?" Seeing her remorse made Kagurazaka rethink wanting to tell her everything. "Dammit Kagurazaka, how!" "Murdered, in your old dorm room. It was a couple months after you two switched rooms."
She looked like she was about to cry but then she quickly pulled herself together and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry." He was a bit taken back by her apology. "He wasn't my friend Mizuki, he was yours. Hell, I didn't even know the guy." She shook her head. "What about Nakatsu and the others?"
"As far was I know the others you hung out with are fine, except for Nakatsu and Sano." "They can't be dead too." She was trying so hard not to burst into tears. He shook his head. "No honey, there fate is worse then the dead. Nakatsu is a ragging alcoholic. He got kicked off the soccer team and hasn't been the same since."
She felt a bit guilty because she had avoided all sports since leaving because she knew her old friends would be there. "And what about Sano." He noted no anger in her voice. Why is it that she wasn't angry at Sano but was at him?
He rethought telling her but she was being way too damn persistent. "He fucks a different whore every night. I'm pretty sure he's thinking of you the whole time." She was hurt. This is what he had wanted. This is what he had needed. "Get out." But why couldn't he get the right kind of satisfaction from all of this?
"Get out!" she screamed. He didn't budge. "But I'm not done Mizuki." She couldn't help it, tears fell from he eyes. "I don't want to hear it! You're sick! I don't want to hear anything from you."
She was trying to push him but he was stronger and she couldn't move him. "That's just like you. And here I thought you had changed. It's still Sano and no one else for you. You dint care about anyone else, you never have." He kept his voice low and calm, all the menacing.
She stopped trying to move him. "What are you talking about? I don't care abut him anymore. He raped me? Why would I still want him?" Makoto shook his head. "You still love him. The people who hurt you the most are the ones you love the most. I mean I should know."
They had some how ended up in the green living room. "What are you talking about?" he hadn't even realized that he had said that out loud until she asked him again. "I fell in love with you Mizuki, I have the scars to prove it."
She fell back onto the large puffy couch in a daze. "Well I guess no answer is better then a heart breaking one." Kagurazaka joked to himself but she didn't laugh. She curled into a little ball on the couch and started to cry, either that or she was laughing at him.
"I guess I shouldn't have come here." he sighed and headed for the door but she stooped him. "Wait!" she called, still on the couch. He turned around and starred at her as she ran to him.
"What if I say that I love you too?" he smiled sweetly. "I would say that you might want to but actually being in love is completely different. Bye Mizuki, I'm sorry for disturbing you." And just like that he left.
And this is my 17th chapter! Yay! Please review because you obviously just finished reading!