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Warning: Set on different universe wherein minimum and such didn't exist.
Disclaimer: Nope. We only own the plot.
A/N: This story is made for served Nami's feeling after watching the last episode of Hamatora.
...you know exactly what I mean.
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Summary: "Here's your key room," the assistant girl said while handing the said key to the lilac-haired teen. "The class starts tomorrow, so you can just take some rest for now." "Thank you." "Urm, and Art-kun? I hope you are patience enough for handling your new roommate." ;; Really, Art needed more than just 'patience enough' for handling it. Especially when it was a certain troublesome cheeky auburn-haired teenager with thoughts unable to predict. AU. Eventual Masterpiece pair.
Chapter 1: Welcome to My Life
"Are you sure you have brought everything you need?" A woman with a frown married her soft features said. Her long light-purple hair was shifted by the breeze that passed by as she looked at her beloved son.
"Yes, I'm sure of it, mother. I have checked it twice. You worried too much," the son said while chuckled softly at his over-worried mother.
"I can't help it, Acchan! I just need to make sure that you brought everything you need, you know?" the mother said while pouted childishly.
Ah, his mother is always acted so childish when she felt offended. Not that he didn't like her childishness attitude, in fact its just what made her mother lovable.
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry," her son said while smiling apologetically. "Anyway, I think it's my time to go. I will miss you, mom," he said sincerely while hugging his mother.
"Me too, Art. Please take care of yourself," his mother said while hugging back his dearly son.
"I will," Art said while smiling softly at his mother. He then kissed her forehead before walking closer toward a black car that has been prepared for him.
Seeing the man walking closer, the driver then processed to open the back-row's door for the lilac-haired teen. The teenager then muttered a small thank you before entering the transportation. Going back into the driver's seat, he began to turn on the engine.
"Good bye and take care dear!" His mother repeated while smiling brightly.
"Of course, I will. You too, mother," Art said while waving slightly as the car moved away from the apartment his family lived in.
While keeping her gaze toward the car's direction, Art's mother smiled sadly.
Having to be leaved by his only son sure making her sad, but this is what Art's want. And his son happiness is her happiness too.
Right, she shouldn't felt down just because of this.
Smiling cheerfully, she took a last glance to the car's direction before entering the apartment.
'I wish you have a good life there, Art.'
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It took several minutes to arrive at his destination. After putting out his luggage from the car, Art stood in front of a big entrance of the university he enrolled in.
Minimum University.
Smiling to himself, Art then processed on entering the place where he will continue his studies.
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"Welcome to Minimum University. I'm Master, the headmaster here," A big tanned bald-headed man said while extended his hand toward the lilac-haired teen, a friendly smile curved his face.
'Well, that's rhymed,' the lilac teen mused inwardly but smiled back as he took the hand.
"Thank you, sir. I am Hiromi Art, but please just call me Art," he said politely.
"Well then Art, please take a seat," the headmaster said as he walked to the room's corner.
"Thank you." Art then sit down at the soft cushion while taking a good look at the room.
"It was a nice room. You have a nice choice in decorating it," he said, absentmindedly voicing his thoughts. "Ah, pardon me for my impudence."
"Hahaha, please, you don't need to apologize for giving such a compliment." the tanned principal laughing lightly. "And by the way, thank you. Though, it was my nephew who decorated it, not me."
The lilac-haired teen nodding understanding while eyes still examines the room interiors.
"Anyway, would you like some drink?"
"No. No, it's fine. But thank you for the offering."
The principal nodding once. "Okay, then. So, how is your first impression about this school?"
"So far it's good. It is same with what I have been expecting it to be. I have feeling I will enjoy my times here." Art said while smiling slightly.
The principal laughing loudly. "Glad to hear that then. Hahaha."
Knock! Knock!
"Come in!"
The wooden door opened slightly from outside before a girl peeking her head through the gap. "Good morning, Master! Did you just call me?"
"Good morning. And yes, I did." the tanned principal then motioned the girl to come closer. "Koneko, meet our new student, Art. Art, my assistant, Koneko."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Koneko-san." Art extended his hand in which the assistant girl happily took.
"Me as well, Art-kun!"
"Well then Art, Koneko here will explain you everything as well as showing you your dorm. You can ask her anything."
Art replied by nodding simply. "I understand."
"But before that, I have matters to discuss with the headmaster. Would you mind waiting for a minute?"
Art take the hint and proceeded moving to the wooden door. "Yes, of course. Please excuse me then."
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As soon as Art opened the door, he was stood there for a good five seconds. Criticizing the interior of the room, a smile broke on his soft face.
"What a lovely room."
Yes, he definitely loves the room. It was simple, really. Simple, yet stylish and look comfortable to live in. Whoever it is who arranging the room, the person got quite nice senses for it.
"Here's your key room," the assistant girl said while handing the said key to the lilac-haired teen. "The class starts tomorrow, so you can just take some rest for now."
"Thank you."
Koneko then turn and proceed leaving the new student before suddenly stopped in middle track.
"Urm, and Art-kun? I hope you are patience enough for handling your new roommate." Closing the door behind, the brunette girl leaving the lilac-haired teen wondering what her words means.
Minutes pass by, the teen finally giving up at guessing as he moved closer toward the beds. After thinking for a while, he choose one that placed on the left side as it looked new and empty than the one on the right side which surely has an owner.
Without wasting any more time, the teen then quickly and neatly arranging his belongings such as placing his clothes on his own wardrobe, his books on his study-table, and etc. It took him almost an hour before completely arranging all of it.
And now, he was tired.
Extremely tired, he would say.
And damn, he was thirsty.
Looking outside from the window, Art then stood up and walking toward the door. As he grabs the handle, his phone suddenly rang loudly in his trouser's front pocket.
He then picked it up and brings the device closer to his ear before almost immediately pulling it back.
"ACCHAAAN!" said or rather screamed someone from the other line. Fortunately for him, Art had moved his cell phone away from his sensitive ears as soon as he read the caller's ID.
"Mother, please calm down," the lilac teen said tiredly while massaging his temple.
"Are you has arrived there? Did you get dizzy on the car? What are you doing now? You aren't bullied again, are you? Do you miss me already? Do you want to go home now? I can prepare it if you want to go home no—"
"Mom, please. Calm down."
"But—"
"Calm. Down."
"...okay."
"Good. Now, I don't know what to answer first but yes, I had arrived. My current state is fine. I just finished arranging my belongings, schedules, and the other stuff. School will start tomorrow morning at 9 and due to some construction, I have to live in someone else's dorm. And yes, I miss you."
"...Acchan... I miss you a lot." From the other line, the lilac teen could hear that his mother tried really hard to kept her tone steady and make the statement clearer among her tremble voices.
Art smiled genuinely. His mother really worried about him.
"Mother, thank you for worrying me. But please, don't overdo it. You actually worry me because of that. I will be fine, trust me. Okay?" the lilac-haired teen said sincerely.
Hearing his son's soft tone, his mother sighed inwardly.
Maybe, maybe she really did overdue it.
But being a mother, it's obviously that she would worry. Especially when if it was concerned her one and only beloved son.
The woman smiling slightly. His son had grown up now. And he grew up well.
"Alright, alright. I understand. I'm sorry then."
"Please don't be. Anyway, I have to take care of other things. I will call you back later."
"Okay. Take care, honey!"
"You too, mother."
He then flipped close his phone and putting it back on his trouser's pocket. Feeling somehow light, he exited his dorm room toward the long corridor.
Time to exploring his new university.
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Well. Art surely had expected that his new campus will be huge, yes. ...but, he never expected it to be this huge though.
How can he pinpoint it? This campus is huge—no. Not huge, but extremely huge. So huge that even though he was already walking for almost half an hour now, the sight of cafeteria was nowhere to be seen. Heck, even finding one clue about its whereabouts was negative.
And he felt extremely thirst just making everything worse.
"Uah! Art-kun? Hey, you okay?!" He vaguely heard someone called his name. Aah, he started to feel dizzy.
"Art-kun!" A pair of small hands caught his almost collapsed body. Quickly taking control, Art managed to balancing his body.
Blinking several times to make the view clearer, he was greeted by Koneko's worried face.
He smiled forcefully, "Oh, Koneko-san. Sorry for the trouble."
"Art-kun? What happens? You look...ugh, pale." Well, he is pale since the beginning, but it was a health-paleness, and now was a sickly-paleness. It definitely was different.
"I'm fine. I just felt little bit dizzy, that's all," the lilac teen said while closing his eyes.
"Are you sure? You didn't look fine to me at all. And hell, you sweated. A lot! It must be dehydration!" the cat-alike girl said slightly panicked as she helped the lilac-haired teen stand straight.
"I think so," Art murmured quietly.
"Let's get you some drink then! I will help."
Smiling slightly, Art thanking the pony-tail girl for her assist. "I appreciated it. Thank you."
"Anytime."
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"So, how do you feel now?" the short girl asked as she looked at the lilac-haired teen.
"Much better. Thank you for the drink."
"No, no, no! Don't thanking me. It was actually my fault in the first place for not giving you the map. This campus is soooo huge! No wonder people always got lost."
"Well, it was my fault as well for not asking the map. So we are even."
Then the two teen broke into laugh.
"Anyway, here's the map. You probably don't want to get lost on your first day of college, am I right?"
"Yes, of course I am. Thank you. Well then, please excuse me. Have a good day, Koneko-san."
"You too! Oh, and don't hesitate to ask me anything, okay, Art-kun?"
The lilac teen nodded before the two parting each other and went to the opposite direction.
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After feeling satisfied exploring his new campus, Art then decided to go back to his dorm.
It was midday already and it's uncomfortable how his clothes felt sticky to his body due to the sweat. So, he took one fabric from the pile of towels that have been prepared by his beloved mother and proceed to the bathroom which thankfully available in each dorm.
Spending time less than ten minutes to cleaning himself, Art come out from the bathroom and feeling much fresh than before.
After get dressed, he then checks his class schedule and preparing everything he need for class tomorrow. Finished preparing, he then glanced at his clock which he placed on the study-table.
07.45
Taking his cell phone that been placed in his bed, he then pushing several buttons of number he's so familiar with.
*click*
Pressing the phone to his ear, the lilac-teen waiting for approximately three consecutive rings before its stops and replaced by a voice who he had known since forever.
"Acchan!"
"Hello, mother."
And the rest of the night he spends with talking to his beloved one.
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"Good night."
With that, Art ended the super long phone's call. He again placed his light purple cellphone on his bed before standing up to refresh his stiffened leg due to the extreme amount of time he took by sitting.
He then glances again at the clock.
11.45
Wow, time sure was flown fast if it spends with contentment, huh.
He sighed and staring at his wide empty room. A frown married his feature as he sank in his thought. Shaking his head, he began to walk toward his study-table and grab a book randomly. Taking a deep breath and released it slowly, he began to read the thick book.
As he was almost finishing the book, rain suddenly poured swiftly. Art then stopped reading and glance outside.
"Looks like there will be a storm tonight," he mumbled to himself.
A yawn then suddenly escaping his lips as he rubbed his sleepy eyes tiredly, preventing a single tear escape from it.
Glancing at the clock, he frowned.
02.05
"I should probably sleep now."
As he finished saying the words, a sound of knocking suddenly rang loudly piercing through the quiet silence.
Knock! Knock!
Immediately, Art frozen. Feeling a bit warily, violet eyes moved slowly to stare at the wooden door.
It can't be on his door...right?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Well, damn. It was on his door.
The lilac teen frowned. It was over midnight now. What exactly kind of people who wandering at this late hour?
The teenager then stood up. His violet eyes glared hardly at the door. Quietly, he walked closer. As the door kept being knocked, a single sweat rolled down from his temple to his cheek.
"Oi! Open the door, would you?! I'm freezing out here, man!" a voice from the outside said.
Art paused abruptly before blinked.
Huh?
"I know you still awake! Can you open the door? Please? Are you seriously wanting me to dead frozen here?" Art could hear plead tinted every words thickly.
But even so, still wasn't enough to convince the lilac-haired teen as the teenager only stood still on his current position, not moving at all.
"...do I really need to break in? Well, since you don't give me any choice, here I go!"
That, actually success making the lilac-haired teen aware of his situation. He quickly walked towards the door and unlocks the key before ever so slowly, began opening it.
Instead of any strange things that he thoughts he would be encountering, he instead came to face-to-face with a teenager, probably around or in his age, all soaked from head to toes, trembling slightly.
"Finally! Thanks, dude!" The teen managed to grin before quickly entering the room.
"Fiuuh, that was mega cold out there! I thought I will be death frozen," the stranger randomly said before suddenly turning back to look at the petrified teen.
"Hey dude, you got with you any spare towel?" the latecomer asked.
Art blinked for several times before unconsciously pointing slightly at his wardrobe. The other teen then proceed walking toward the said-place before opened it.
"Got it. Mind I borrow one?" he asked as he held the said towel while nonchalantly closing the wardrobe using one of his feet.
Art answered by shook his head slowly.
The other teen then grinned ear to ear before saying "Sweet!" and entering the bathroom to do whatever it is the other teen want to do.
The silence then took over the room once again before the sound of the shower running from the bathroom flowing through the wide room.
Art still stood, petrified. He slowly composes himself as he went to (at least) close the wooden door.
He then stared at the bathroom's door; the very room in which the stranger still doing his lovely shower.
There was exactly one thing that preoccupied the lilac teen's head at that time.
It was a very simple and obvious question.
What. The. Hell. Just. That.
Honestly, the event was occurring too fast for his sleepy brain to process. Now there he was, just standing while his brain still working on how to process it.
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To be continue
A/N: Hi! Revo's hereee~~ xDD
No, no. It's not me who writing this chapter. It's Nami. I'm just editing it. And since Nami still busy with her school, I was the one who take the responsibility to write the author's note. (=w=)/
Welp, now lesse. Hmm. We had gone from FF world for quite some time already, yes. But that doesn't mean we were finished with it.
You could say that we're just taking a break? A long one if I may say. Not that it's important though, since here we are, writing again~~ I must say our muse had not yet done with us as it's came back in the form of Hamatora's last episode. x"DD.
Yes, that episode I mean. That heart-breaking one. I must admit, I'm flabbergasted when I watched the last scene. Nami's though, was different since her friends being a jerk by tell her the ending. That's ended up left me begging Nami and tries to convince her to watch the last episode for almost one whole week! She said I would regret doing it, but I stubbornly said I won't, and dammit, I was actually kind of regretting it later. Just little bit though, since there is still season 2 waiting ahead of us~~~ x"DD
Really, if they decided to end the episode hanging there like that, I would surely go berserk and destroy the whole world. ( ' ^')/ Trust me when I said I capable of doing that.
Anyway, like I said in the beginning, this story only exists for purpose of healing Nami's feeling only. But still, that doesn't mean we didn't hope for you guys to enjoy it.
What story is this you ask? Well, we actually not sure about it ourselves. But let's just see where it will take us, should we?
I only certain of one thing though. This story will be a long, long story.
So, what do you say? Mind to leave some traces in this work while you are still at it? ;DD
Beside, only hypocrite would say that feedback is not always good. (You know what that mean) ;33
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