Title: Nothing
Rating: T (for now at least)
Inspiration: Loveless
Pairing: SoubixRitsuka
A/N: I'M SO SORRY! T.T I'm so cruel… I haven't updated in…well a long time. I've changed, well more like revised, the past chapters and such so they're a bit cleaner I think. Also I've been so busy with school and raising money for my trip to Japan next summer. Well, I'll stop making excuses and let you read the next chapter. Please comment even though I know I don't deserve it T.T
Nothing
Chapter 4
Here I am, sitting in class once again, repeating the same routine that has been hammered into my brain since that happened. My head is laid down on my desk between my outstretched arms. All sense of consciousness had been lost about an hour earlier when sensei told us to turn to a page in our biology book. There was a beautiful, pastel butterfly filling the two pages, labels coming from the edges to show different parts of the butterfly. Everything blurred out of place as my mind left the room and I am still in that state at this moment. Thoughts of him seemed to pop up from unexpected places, when I'm not prepared. A thin strand of saliva pooled onto my desk. The bell rang loudly throughout the classroom and I hurriedly wiped my mouth and desk off and ran out to the schoolyard. He was waiting for me and I couldn't afford to be late.
As I'm walking in the door to the restaurant I notice that he's sitting in a booth in the far corner. His head is leaned back on the seat and his eyes are closed. How long has he been waiting for me? I get closer to the table and find that he's sleeping soundly and it seems that he needs the rest. I smile gently and sit down across from him. Could he get anymore adorable?!
His expression suddenly changes to fear and I lean over the table to shake him awake. I needed to talk to him anyways, though I do want to see more of that look more often. He sits up and stares at me in shock before apologizing profusely. I repeatedly tell him that it's ok and shine him a bright smile to prove my point. My eyes drop to the table and he starts off the inevitable conversation that we came for. My signed (more like forged) paper in hand.
We decide all the arrangements for living together and I plan to move in at the end of the week. The only problem is what his "roommate" is like. What trouble have I gotten into this time?
A pile of shirts puddles around my feet and almost trips me as I try to pack everything needed. Anything unnecessary will be sold and used to pay part of my rent, which isn't as bad as I was expecting. Jeans are something that I've found I have a lack of. I guess since I've been growing, all my pants are too short. Surprisingly the waist still fit though a little roomy.
My bag now packed, I rush out of the house and jump onto one of many subway trains that'll be needed to get to his house. I bend over to pick up my large bag to put in the top rack and a stray hand brushes against my backside. I figure that it wasn't on purpose so I lift my bag into the rack and grab a handle off of the ceiling. About 20 minutes later the train is packed and not many could even seem to breathe. I attempt to not get completely smashed by pushing myself against the window.
The crowd seemed to pack closer to me and the hand that groped at me this time touched a little more intimate spot at the top of my leg. A bright blush of embarrassment and anger spread across my face. A tall figure jumps in front of me and a shout could be heard from the other person. My eyes are tightly shut and my hands are clenched into fists as the train suddenly jerks and the figure turns to place his hands at each side of my head against the window, blocking me from the other flailing passengers. I can feel his breath against my tearing face and I feel an impulsive urge to wrap my arms around the lean body that's practically against me.
His breath moves to my ear and he mumbles comforting words to me. I open my eyes slowly and a gentle face, though slightly dirty, greets me. My tears are falling freely as he attempts to take a step back but only infuriates a fellow passenger that pushes back and his body is pressed into mine. I groan involuntarily and my eyes go half lidded. He winces and apologizes into my ear, as he can't move anymore. I thank him softly and my cheeks redden.
The train stopped at a rather well known station and most of the passengers got off while not many replaced them. The man takes a step back and formally introduces himself. All I can do is stare as I relize how handsome he really is. I find myself comparing him to my soon to be roommate who I earlier found out that his name is Minoru. They are nothing alike but there was something about them both that drew me to them. I can't help but think that it's destiny.
I feel I made previous judgments that were thought too soon. Kaoru, the man that had saved me earlier, is talking animatedly and seemingly moving closer to me. As I am still against the window my attempts at moving backwards are just that, attempts. It's not that he's a bad looking guy or anything but I still haven't gotten over my former partner. I understand that he has no knowledge of my past so I take in a deep breath and try to focus on what he's saying to me.
He hands me his card and I look up at him skeptically. The small card in my hand labels him as a photographer, the one photographer that inspired me to take pictures. Is this a joke? He's toying with me right?
Kaoru smiles and ruffles my hair, explaining that he uses another name when on the job. I pull out a book from my bag. His eyes widen as he recognizes it to be one of his photography books. You see, he's not exactly a well-known artist and I only knew about him because Seimei gave me one of his books before he died. I admired how Kaoru viewed the world through his camera lense. I only had known him by his other name, Dai. The soft colors in his landscapes and vibrant lighting in his portraits gave me inspiration for my own work. I wake up to his poster image of a butterfly that Soubi had given to me as a present. Soubi always knew what I liked, but never relized what I loved the most.
My eyes tear up as memories that I've tried to forget rise to the surface. A light touch wipes my cheek and I look up to see Kaoru's worried orbs staring at me. Is my idol really concerned about me?
Thankfully my stop arrived and I grabbed my bag quickly, trying not to hit anyone's head, and dash out of the train. The next few trains were, thankfully, rather empty and calm. My tears are now flowing freely now as I feel as if I've betrayed my love. Can I really have those kinds of feelings for someone new?
A/N: Well, I know it's not quite as long as I bet you were hoping for but I think enough happened to keep you guessing for quite some time. Sorry about that. Oh and if you have any questions please ask me. I might not answer the ones that give out too much information but I'll try. Oh and I love reviews . Flames are welcome. I just want to know how I'm doing. Thanks for reading!