All I Know
Pain / Love
by
Numanife ( Kat )
A/N PLOT CHANGE!!! YAY!!!! CONFLICT CHANGE !!!! YAY!!!! I LOVE CHANGES THEY KEEP THINGS INTERESTING. KAT-CHAN IS A GOOD GIRL!!!!
I was sitting on a bench with Ryoma, listening to music and leaning my head on his chest. He nonchalantly pet my head and stared off into the horizon. The light shined on his face so magnificently lately, giving his just the right afternoon glow. The slightly smile was even amazing, though a normal girl would have never seen it. Now it is damp and cool, yet the sun was still shining and we haven't fought since last month. It was hard to get into a fight with Ryoma because he's so laid back. It's like he just care that the world is passing by his perfect, sharp eyes.
It was perfect. Too bad it would end. He has been telling me about a 'friend' from America that was coming to live in Japan.
Ryoma stopped petting my head and shifted his eyes towards me, as if he had finally gotten to think straight and had to tell or ask me something. That's when I noticed a sad looking American girl. I pulled the ear buds out instantly and looked into his eyes, noticing the hint of sadness or anger. Then, he got up, lightly pushing me off him. I supported myself with an arm as he looked down at me. Then, he looked behind him, at the gentle looking American girl, and back at me.
"I'm sorry, Kat-chan, but..." He paused shifting his eyes towards the brunette girl that was almost in tears and then continued, " I think I have to let you go. For the sake of my... real love" I froze for a moment, letting the harsh words sink into me. I got up for a moment, shifting my eyes to the girl, then to him. I sighed for a moment and next, I gracefully left hiding my true feelings towards to the situation. I knew it was coming yet, as soon as I turned the corner and was out of the sight of my beloved, I ran as fast as I could. I could feel the wind push past me, cold and lonely.
I got to a large school with letters on the front that read Hyotei. I stepped in, looking around at the boys and girls leaving the area after thier practice or something. I began to faintly remember the jerks in the area. The girls looked at me like I was an orphan, probably because I'm still in my Seigaku uniform, and boys looked at me like I was a peace of meat. I rolled my eyes and looked around some more.
I finally reached a classroom, one filled with people's writing projects. Reading the poems, I quickly reminded myself that they probably got thier maids or something to do this beautiful work. All except one, one with exquisite handwriting and top notch vocabulary. It was about the old Hyotei, I guess, when this Atobe Keigo man wasn't around. I smiled softly. This girl's heart was spilled into this work, I can tell being a writer myself.
The door opened and two boys stepped in and noticed me examining the lovely work put onto the wall. The seemed to smile and walk over, one putting thier hand on my arm in this disgustingly fake manner. The other put his hand on my left cheek, pulling my face in his direction. I felt fear strike through my heart as they spoke words that I couldn't make out because I was too petrified. My eyes widened and I tried to back up but the other boy had a firm grip on my arm. That same guy slammed me into a the wall behind us. I couldn't fight back because, one, they had my arms and, two, because I was too scared. My legs were beginning to give out as everything began to fade black. The last thing I saw was that perverted smirk.
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I woke up on a soft velvet couch, with a silver haired boy seated in a chair beside of me. There were several more people, but he was the first one I saw. I blinked and got up, only to realize that the shirt place delicately around my bare shoulders wasn't mine. I felt a pain sting through my back and arms.
I heard one boy begin to speak to me, "So, what are you doing at Hyotei?" I turned to see a blue haired male that seemed oddly familiar. "Hm, Kyra-chan?"
My eyes widened and turned my head, "How do you know me?" I asked. I heard the small red head begin to laugh, hard.
"Your own cousin doesn't remember you!!!!" He yelled and laughed more.
"C-c-cousin?" I paused, "You must be on my mother's side. I'm sorry. There was this accident, you see, and I ended up with amnesia."
"Oh yeah, Oshitari-san, you were terrible close with her!" The boy said again, rubbing salt in his wound, "She wasn't even told about you!"
"Oshitari.... Oshitari...." I repeated, trrying to remember. I remember two Oshitari's, "Oshitari.... Kenya or Yuushi?"
"Yuushi" Oshitari told me. I stopped and looked at him. A random flashback came up:
"Yuushi-chan, I got straight A's again!" I yelled, hugging the egoistic blue haired boy. He chuckled.
"That's great, Kyra-chan"
"Yuushi-chan's good at tennis, right? Can you do something for me? I want you to become better then the legendary samurai Nanjirou~!" I smiled, "I know you can do it! Yuushi-chan can do anything!"
"YUUSHI-CHAN!!!" I yelled, tackling him. Everyone stared as he patted my head and chuckled. "Why are you wearing those rediculas glasses? You have perfect vision!"
He laughed a little before I snatched them off his face, and threw them somewhere. He froze, then looked at me like I was insane for a moment, but gave up because he knew he wouldn't win.