Heyyy ya'llll!

Let me say, I'm soooooo sorry. Extreamly late chapter, and well... thats about it. I didn't exactly do much with this, I'm still trying to overcome my writers block. siiiighh. But arn't we glad we have a new chapter? Yes, yes, I am.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that Maki Murakami has er, drawn, wrote, or anything else. I only own my, well, my characters.

Onward ho!

Chapter 5-

Why is it that bad things always happen around me?

It can't be gravity, Issac Newton already has his theories, and well... Albert Einstein is just smart. A real smart ass.

I can fly, right?

I hate this!

My bedroom was a mess. Everywhere I looked, it was insanity. Nothing was even in the right spot. My bed had shifted from the corner of the room towards well, more to the center. My CD case was over on the other side of the room, and my posters aren't even hung on my walls. I'm afraid to move.

I just might step on a tack.

Haha, I'm so funny, right? Tell me I'm funny. Dammit.

"..." I can't even speak.

It's gone.

I clutched my head and slid down one of my bare walls, the back of my tee-shirt slowly rising up. My knee's seemed to start scooting themselves closer to me, and my hands tiredly wrapped around them. I stared blankly towards a torn poster of him.

The guy who has screwed my life around. If he never existed, then this would of never happened. Never ever happened. Maybe I should just blame Tohma. He's the one that introduced me to it in the first place, but then again I was bound to find about this sooner or later.

Why did I even bother falling in love?

More importantly, why him?

I shut my eyes tightly as the sun seemed to creep through my paper thin door. I guess it's stopped raining.

Why did it stop raining?

Why can't it just continue?

Why?

Why am I crying?

Streaming down my cheeks, were fresh tears that were freely rolling down. I could taste their saltiness as they made there way down to the corner of my lips.

"Tatsuha, Yumi would like to come in." The knocking from the door disrupted my thoughts. I turned my head towards my door, and answered.

"..." I lowered my head, and stuck my forehead on my curled up knees. Blinking away the tears, I heard the maid walk away, her feet shuffling quietly against the hardwood floor.

"Tatsuha?" It was her voice that made me snap my head up. It was like a clear ring thought my head, softly luring me in. It made me think about the first time I heard his voice. The total opposite of his. The most obvious thing was the tone, her girlyness was nothing compared to the strong voice that Sakuma-san carries out. Nothing.

Except, why am I being dragged into her voice? It feels so soothing, yet I cannot even compare it to his. I cannot even begin on where to criticize her.

"Tatsuha?" Is this some kind of magic? If so, where is the trick behind it all?

"Tatsuha, are you in there?"

"..."

Stop it! I can't even scream, I want to shout, but what is my isolated voice doing?

Nothing! A useless voice it is.

"I'm coming in!" I scrambled up towards my feet, and made my way towards the door, slipping on a piece of paper on my way. I laid hopelessly on the ground, and awaited her arrival.

"Ah, what do we have here?" She bent down in front of me, and picked up a shredded part of Sakuma-san. I couldn't see her face, for her bangs had covered her eyes, casting down a shadow that covered her face.

"Sakuma, Ryuichi eh?" Within instinct, I tore away from the ground and snatched the fragment away from the girl. I don't think she even flinched.

She smiled sweetly, "I'm such a big fan as well, I can't believe you have so much stuff!" Yumi trailed around my room, her eyes tracing around the broken CD's and torn posters.

Yeah, like any of this stuff is worth anything now...

"Hey..." I snapped my head up and turned my attention to her locks of red hair. She advanced towards me, looking at me like a poor dead animal.

"Are you alright? Why won't you say anything to me?" I pondered for only a mere second. Of course, I can't talk.

"Are you scared of me?" I felt Yumi's hands grip my shoulders. She was dangerously close to me now. It seemed awkward as she dragged herself closer and closer to me.

"Tatsuha..." Her words escaped her lips as a silent whisper. I shuddered slightly as her breath touched my face. I hadn't noticed how close she was now, her body pressing against mine.

I had always dreamed of being in a position like this with Ryuichi, but instead I was here. With this... woman, whom is to be my wife. I can't say she isn't attractive, but theres something with Ryuichi that just makes my heart jump.

It's not his voice.

Not his sexy body.

Not his cute demeanor.

It couldn't be Kumagoro, could it?

Whatever it is, I can't figure it out. I feel like I'm somehow cheating on him, in someway hurting him without being near him.

"Why don't you talk, Tatsuha?" Coming back to my senses, I realized that Yumi was now clinging onto my body. Her lips just about grazed mine, but I flew back, pushing her off forcefully.

Scared. Yes, scared. That was how I was feeling at the moment. Everything about her started to frighten me, her vibrant red hair, lip glossed lips, and tan complexion, it began to intimidate me.

And in more than one way, it irked me.

"Tatsuha, what did you do that for?" She tossed some of the hair away from her face, and pushed herself up. "Why don't you speak?"

I noticed her irritation with my speechless speech, as her face started to glow a bright red. If "glowing" was even possible that is.

Out! I just wanted to get out! Out of my stupid room, out of my stupid house, out of this crappy world, and most of all, out of my loser body!

"I'm going to tell your father that your not treating your soon to be wife with respect!"

Oh boy, my father. I really wish we wouldn't drag him into this. Just, let me get out!

And then, It was just like the heavens and heard my plea, and at long last, the doorbell rang. I jumped out of my room, and dove for the front door, anxious to see who had arrived.

I felt like I had started over again, my sweaty palms ready to grab the doorknob.

Twist, and Push.

So how do you like them apples, eh? Joking, I don't know how I even thought about that.

So it was a... pretty much rushed chapter. I still have school, plus finals... Gah!

Wish me luck! (and pray for the next chapter to come out...)

Do Di Da!