Still not feeling it.
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With the rustling of sheets, a figure soon shows itself from his/her bed. A mop of messy hair soon peeks out of its cover as it struggles to get itself out of bed; as the sunlight shines through an adjacent window the figure immediately covers its eyes and grimaces a bit. Upon further inspection it is revealed that the figure was in fact a girl, one in her teens would be a safe estimate.
The girl violently throws her covers off of herself and pulls the blinds down from her window, she had a pounding headache and the bright sunlight wasn't doing her any favors. Relishing in the newfound darkness and cool temperature of her room she goes back to her bed for some respite, however another voice beckons her from beyond her door, "Iroha? You awake? School's starting soon! Don't tell me you're going to be late for your first day."
Groaning the small girl repeatedly smacks her head into the pillow, she knew going out last night wasn't a good idea, in all honesty she felt like complete shit.
"Coming…" She sighs out, the pounding headache not relenting in the least. She goes up to her dresser to inspect herself in front a mirror. The reflection would show a rather petite girl with short, flaxen colored hair; though at the moment it was strewn about in every direction. Her eyes were bloodshot, most likely from lack of sleep. Her mouth felt acidic and was probably foul smelling. She tried to remember what exactly happened the night before but it was all a blur, flashes of bright lights, a multitude of bodies, and the consumption of alcohol. Other than that, it was a conglomeration of the senses. Her body was stiff, her mind: muddled. But still, the girl went through her usual morning routine.
After her shower, she felt more refreshed but still lagged a bit. Once dressed she had went to her bag and double checked everything, especially her wallet which contained a fake I.D, something that she made sure no one besides her knew about. Unlike most others, if one were to read it would show the name 'Isshiki, Iroha'; her real, actual name. A rather rookie mistake that would most definitely come back to haunt.
As she makes her way downstairs she proceeds into the kitchen, a rather luxurious house to say the least. An older woman with a youthful air around her along with a handsome man greeted the girl once she sat down at their round wooden table.
"Took you long enough, sleepy head." The man grins to her as he sips on his coffee. The girl in question just rolls her eyes at her father as she takes a piece of toast from the table, "still get up earlier than you, old man." She grins back.
"Doesn't seem that way to me; who happens to be the first one at the dinner table?"
"Yeah, alright, Mr. 'I sleep all the way 'til noon on weekends', keep talking."
"Ooo, ouch; alright you got me."
Both parties soon laugh together, the usual banter they found themselves doing.
The older woman who was currently finishing up the dishes just smiles towards the two, a happy and loving family to say the least. A picture perfect middle class family in the suburbs. This is what both the older homeowners had envisioned their life to be, and they couldn't be happier. As for the younger one… well, not so much.
As Isshiki makes her way out the door towards her new highschool, she takes a moment to clear her head and remember what exactly happened. A few minutes pass, nothing; she must've blacked out at some point during the night. How did she even get home? Did her parents know? Suddenly something within her stomach doesn't sit right and she was forced to vomit off to the side of the road; her breakfast and leftover alcohol in her system not mixing well. Cleaning herself up from tissues from within her bag she continues her way towards her destination. Her pounding headache not letting up in the slightest.
Soon enough, she comes across an intersection that she usually crossed on her way towards this part of town; however today it seemed to be blocked off. She growls a bit in frustration, now she had to go around which meant even more walking with her upset stomach. Looking beyond on the roadblock she could see flashing lights and a loose crowd. Curiosity getting the better of her, she saw a wrecked car that ran right into a street lamp, as a body was taken away on a stretcher. She feels a bit of despair but continues on her with day, forgetting about the whole thing after a few moments. It didn't directly involve her; so it was easily forgotten in her short-term memory.
Eventually, Isshiki makes it to her homeroom, she simply chooses a seat that was off to the side and towards the back, she preferred a spot where she could easily slip out during class or just be incognito; she didn't really feel the need to get to know her classmates or any of her peers in general. Still caught up on the night before, she takes out her phone from her bag to see if that had any sort of clue as to what happened. From her messages she see a few mundane texts from a few of her friends from middle school, though they seemed to be customary texts, superficial, if you will; instead of genuine ones. No matter, she didn't feel particularly close with any one of them anyways. Then there was one with an unknown number; it didn't have a contact name so that meant it was either spam or she had given her number to someone. Previewing the thread it showed a single message of 'we should meet up sometime'. Shaking her head she deletes the thread and blocks the number; probably another guy she had met during her night out. She couldn't have any loose ends of her night life, too much risk.
Sorting that out, she goes to her pictures to see if there was any incriminating evidence and, unsurprisingly, there was. Various pictures of her and a few others in different poses; beverages in each of their hands. She found a few with just her and one other guy without much outstanding features, just that he had blonde hair. Looking further there seemed to be a few pictures of them in some rather intimate positions. She instantly scowls and furiously deletes all of them, before sighing and putting her phone away. She had been clean for a few months; she had told herself 'no more'; and for all intents and purposes: she had been successful. But she had slipped up last night it seems; it was all his damn fault.
She looks towards the clock and only sees that about ten minutes had passed, what a pain in the ass. Soon enough, the door to her classroom get thrown open, pretty viciously, as a certain short girl comes into the classroom spouting nonsense about being late; was her hair dyed? Why the hell would she pick, out of all colors, peach?
Isshiki just simply shakes her head, the girl seemed to reek of desperation and attention-seeking; if anything she seemed like a slut.
"I expect you to be home by three o'clock sharp today, do you understand? You have a piano lesson to attend to, shortly after I have a meeting with your father. I want you to be present, make sure you wear something fitting, a dress would be preferable. After that you have a tutoring lesson to attend; it should take you until eight. I will have a driver come pick you up, are you listening to me, Yukino?"
A rather regal woman was spouting off orders in the back of a luxury sedan who was accompanied by someone who looked eerily similar to her; to be quite honest it was hard who the younger one was.
"Yes, of course, Haha-ue." The more modest and soft-spoken of the two answers robotically.
"Good, of course after that there is also-" The older woman goes on to plan the rest of her daughter's day, a scene that wasn't too uncommon in the young girl's life. She represented her mother in every way possible. She was molded by her mother, and for her mother; she didn't have much say in her own personal life. When asked to jump, she would simply respond 'how high?', a rather bleak existence is she were being completely honest herself, though it was all she knew.
After a few minutes the car stops in front of a large office building, and the older woman steps out, not before speaking to the driver however, "please make sure Yukino makes it to school on time, and make sure you're not late picking her up either. She is on a very tight schedule."
The driver simply acknowledges her through the rear-view mirror, "yes of course, Yukinoshita-sama, that won't be a problem."
The older Yukinoshita doesn't even give a thanks, just a nod, before she steps out and into the building. Once the door was closed, the car signals and merges back onto traffic. The younger Yukinoshita simply lets loose a small defeated sigh. Her driver gives a knowing look, but keeps quiet regardless.
As Yukinoshita sits quietly in the backseat she looks out the window as the scenery passes by her mind wandering. This would be the first time she was ever allowed to attend a public school and she couldn't help but feel hopelessly anxious yet giddy on the inside. She never really had anyone to call a friend, well, that was a lie, in part. She did have someone around her age that she could talk to on a daily basis, but she wouldn't exactly consider him a friend. Her mind wanders about the possibilities of what could happen at her new school; she imagined meeting a multitude of people and possible friends she could make; she knew how awkward she probably was, but that was kept in mind. She didn't get tutored in social sciences for nothing.
This was a time where she could actually be 'herself' and not someone who was constructed from the mind of another. The only other time she could actually feel at peace with herself was when she snuck out with Hayato; her 'friend'. The first time she ever had escaped from her house was a few months ago, he had taken her out to something called a 'batting cage'; she knew what baseball was from her textbooks, but she didn't really know what the point was. She still remember the mechanical whirring of the machine and how amazingly fast the ball was shot at her. She cowered in fear the first few times, but from the laughter and gauding of her friend, she eventually stood her ground and swung, if only to spite him. She completely missed of course, even swung so wide it knocked the wind out of Hayato. She was sorry, of course, but she'd be lying if he didn't deserve it. Eventually she had gotten the timing down right, and even managed to hit a few of the balls. Hayato was impressed and even congratulated her, the first time she ever experienced 'fun'. Finally, someone had asked what 'she wanted', and the first time she was ever able to think for herself.
Last night was the most recent time she had snuck out, with Hayato of course. Except this particular activity had left her feeling… troubled. They had gotten themselves into some sort of club; not a place one would expect highschool students to go. However the simple fact remained that the name 'Hayama' had a bit of power within the businesses of Chiba; everyone knew of 'Hayama, Hayato'.
The place was dark, crowded, and reeked of alcohol and cheap cologne. She didn't feel very comfortable there, and was even left to her own devices once Hayato went on to do… whatever it was he did at these places. She eventually found a secluded spot near the bathrooms with a comfy couch and simply sat there; there must've been a good reason to be here right? Maybe it'd help her social skills. However, Yukinoshita simply stayed sitting there a drink of sorts in her hand going warm from the length of time it had been held; not knowing what else to do, she simply observed. That is, until a girl, who seemed to be around her age, come stumbling up to her. She was short, her hair about half the length of hers. She took a seat next to Yukinoshita, who in turn, just gave the girl a skeptical look. She was aware of the effects of alcohol, but this was the first time she ever saw it first hand. The girl was nice, friendly even. She started off with saying how 'alone' Yukinoshita looked and asked if there was something wrong. Yukinoshita simply waved away her worries, albeit awkwardly.
'Nonsense' was the girl's response, and Yukinoshita had the joys of talking to rather wasted individual for the better part of half an hour, along with Hayato who was seem to be accompanying her.
Shaken from her thoughts, the driver speaks up, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience Yukino-sama, but it appears we may be late."
Yukinoshita just looks up in question, "not that I mind, but is there any particular reason?"
If one were to look at out, traffic had seemed to be backed up by a few blocks as a major intersection was blocked off due to a car accident, a steady stream of cars were stuck in the side streets as the flow of traffic had been disrupted.
"A traffic accident it seems." The driver simply states. In turn, Yukinoshita just nods.
After about half an hour, Yukinoshita finally arrives to school. She eased her driver's worries by saying that she wouldn't speak of her tardiness in order to not give the driver trouble. As she walks inside and follows the signs to her classroom all of her belongings held in her hands were sent flying as someone roughly runs into her from behind. Squeaking out in surprise she catches herself but the same couldn't be said for her belongings. She turns around to look at a shorter girl with an oddly colored bed of hair.
Said girl simply looks up in embarrassment and immediately bows her head, "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." She squeaks out in less than a seconds, "let me get that for you." And she continues to pick up Yukinoshita's belongings. She simply tidies up the knick knack of things and brings them to their owner, with a quick bow she resumes on her way, running down the hall.
Yukinoshita was too caught up on what exactly to say to even have time to respond, that was the first person to ever talk to her on their own will and without fear of misspeaking. Silently Yukinoshita curses to herself, sad to not be able to respond to the, albeit rather airheaded but seemingly sweet girl. Maybe they could have been friends?
Still setting up the world. Story should start to pick up in about two chapters.
Hayama is probably going to be next; I still need one more guy, and as you can see, I'm doing the characters in pairs. Everyone will cross paths eventually. The most logical one would be to use Tobe, but going based off characters with actual sustenance to them, Totsuka would probably work better; who knows.
Again, sorry, I still can't get into the mindset of my other stories. They will turn out needlessly dark if I actually started writing them; so, atm, all my stories are on a temporary Hiatus.
This story has probably the least interest out of all my works; but It'll probably be the one updated the most frequently for the rest of this month and probably next... I know it maybe a disappointment, so, sorry.
If I somehow wrote this so poorly in a way that you couldn't figure it out: yes, these happened in congruency with the events of chapter one.
Fact and Fiction
1.) Isshiki is based off a very close friend of mine, at the time of highschool, who I no longer talk to. She had very... fatal tendencies and I just got sick of her bullshit. Again, don't worry; the cast is written in a way to flow with the story not as a parallel to my world. This part is just to... I don't know why I'm even doing this segment tbh.
2.) Yukinoshita is complete fiction. Never met someone so privileged as her in my life, and as such, do not know of her struggles. So she is probably going to be the weakest character, plot-wise. At least, I would hope so.
3.) Hayama is fiction as well. Again, never met someone so privileged as these two; however his tendencies are based off my bestfriend that I've known since gradeschool. Complete glow-up in highschool and was that douchebag you hear about who probably slept with your girlfriend(lol).
4.) Yukinoshita's actions during her 'night out' are based off my Valedictorian. Didn't know her personally, but I've talked to her once at one of my friend's(Isshiki) graduation party. Was a sweet girl, what you assumed what your top ranked student would be like. However seeing her drunk was... interesting to say the least. May write a drunk Yukinoshita based off that experience in the near future.
Thanks for your time.
Until next time,
-Ausko