Screaming Siopao: Oh myy gosh! I haven't update ANY of my fics in forever! It is now November 12th, 2010 and the last time I updated Love Chronicles was last September (2009). I feel utterly terrible. But hey! My last volleyball season just ended so I have much more time on my hands now!
Do people still even follow my fanfics? Geez, I don't blame you guys if you don't. I feel like a failure for taking over a year to add a chapter. =(
But please, enjoy chapter five of Love Chronicles! Gosh, I miss writing this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own PPGZ or any of its characters. However, the plot is mine!
Love Chronicles
Part V - Ice Cold
By: Screaming Siopao
The taste of her lips... it was like cherries.
Hn. I hate how her temper is so unstable. She's so annoying. She's loud. She's a bit of an airhead.
So why? What the hell. I shouldn't care about her.
I can't get that Momoko out of my damn mind.
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I'm running away again. But I'm never too far away.
I'm so glad that I saved Miyako right before that truck hit her. I was just in time, thank goodness.
I don't want to cause her problems. She has someone else. That boy was there, I saw him.
So I'm running away again. I can't face reality.
But I'm always watching over her.
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I can't believe what's going on. Miyako... she's safe. I'm glad she's safe. But I feel like I should have been the one to rescue her.
Who was that other boy? He keeps popping up out of nowhere. Is he trying to take her away from me?
I feel hopeless. I feel unneeded; unnecessary.
I feel as if I could disappear from her life completely, and she would be completely fine.
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I'm so happy with her. It hasn't been too long, but I'm so glad to be with Kaoru.
I haven't missed a day of her in that maid uniform of hers. She gets cuter everyday.
The way she fits in my arms is so natural. I know she belongs there.
I wasn't used to feeling so content.
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Tuesday, November 18th: (The day after Miyako's almost-car-accident.)
"Miyako!" Momoko exclaimed as she embraced her friend the next morning. "I'm so so glad you're safe."
"You had us worried sick," Kaoru said. "I didn't believe you at first when you called us last night about the incident."
"Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry," Miyako assured. "But... Taka-chan."
"That's right," Momoko remembered. "What happened to him?"
"He was so scared. He thought that I was injured or in shock, so he insisted that we should just go to my house. He took care of me there and made me dinner," Miyako explained. "I was glad that he cared, and it was cozy just being there with him. But, Boomer..."
"He ran off again, didn't he?" Kaoru guessed. Miyako nodded sadly.
"Don't worry, Miyako!" Momoko chirped as she patted her blonde friend's back. "If Boomer was able to save you, then that means he wasn't too far away. He must be pretty nearby. Perhaps you're just not noticing."
"That is true," Kaoru said. "Kind of like... a guardian. He'll appear when you need him."
Miyako sighed. A secret thought lingered in the back of her worried mind.
"But Boomer... I need you all the time."
Saturday, November 22nd:
It was getting chilly now. It was almost December, and all the teens tried making the best of the days before the snow would fall. This meant more people were out at the public parks, trying to get the best out of the cool breeze and the bright autumn sun before wintertime.
The skate parks were usually filled during Saturday afternoons. But one particular skater wasn't there this afternoon.
A boy known as Brick.
Today, he was strolling the streets of Tokyo with his skateboard tucked underneath his right arm. He stared at the sky as one lonely cloud drifted by, covering the sun for a few seconds. He was deep in thought, actually.
I can't believe that I'm still thinking about her, he thought to himself. It wasn't even a real kiss. But here I am... wasting my time, when I could be at the park on my board.
He remembered just about a week ago at the skate park. Momoko had come to yell at him about "being selfish and blunt." Whatever. She was crazy. She would not shut up, and all the other skaters were starting to stare. So what came into his mind in order to make her shut up? Kiss the damn girl.
He glanced at all the faces passing him on the sidewalk. Round faces, happy faces, tired faces... but none was the one that he was inwardly anticipating.
Why am I expecting to bump into her?
He sighed. Pathetic. Where was his life going? Where were his brothers' lives going? Boomer was constantly missing, and Butch... Butch...
Brick approached Cure Maid Café and stared into the window. Kaoru was working her shift as a server again. He saw his black-haired brother sitting there, speaking with Kaoru. Laughing and sipping iced tea.
Butch was happy.
He thought about going inside to cause a scene... but he just couldn't find the point in doing so. He felt totally disinterested.
So he decided to let them be. He should have been furious, at the moment. He should have gone in there and dragged Butch out, pushing down chairs, tables, and anything else in sight. But instead of feeling vexed, he felt indifferent. Butch's life choices were irrelevant to Brick now. He just didn't care anymore.
So instead, he turned around and walked towards the way he came. Back to the park, to kill some time before darkness hit.
Honestly, Brick was miserable. He and his brothers were never together anymore. They all were becoming so different. All that made him happy in the past was causing trouble with his brothers, and they couldn't even do that. It wasn't in there interests to wreak havoc anymore. They had all grown out of it. All Brick had was his skateboard, and quite frankly, that was all he truly needed.
Brick reached his destination at last, taking his sweet time to get to the park. What was the rush? He had nowhere else to be, and no one to see. He was a nobody. He sought no one, and no one sought him in return. By the time that he had arrived, that one cloud in the sky had multiplied. Countless dark spots occupied the sky, and a chilly wind surrounded the air. Miles away, thunder rolled like an angry lion. This was almost soothing to Brick. The park was lonely; all that had been there earlier sensed an impending storm, and left to go indoors.
All but one.
On the bench sat one solitary girl with a distinguishable red bow. She kicked pebbles beneath her feet and gave a depressed sigh.
"What am I doing here?" whispered the lonesome Momoko to herself. Thunder boomed from a far distance. "This is stupid."
She had arrived about half an hour ago and sat on the bench, pretending to be engrossed in some outdated magazine. Her feet somehow just guided her there. She knew why she was attracted to the park. It was because she could then watch a certain red-haired boy skate. It was sort of hypnotic, it seemed; the way he skated, that is. She was drawn to it, but didn't want to admit to it. Why? Because she despised him.
Momoko sighed. She gathered her belongings and sat up, only to bump into the chest of her company, whom she was not aware she even had in the first place.
"Ugh," she grunted, not noticing his face.
"Oi," he coolly greeted. Momoko recognized this voice and stepped back.
"B-Brick!"
"What are you doing here?"
"What? Do you own the park or something?" she asked rhetorically. "I can be here whenever I want!"
"Calm down, I-"
"Excuse me? I am calm!" she spat.
"Okay, okay, geez," he remarked, impatient. Why did he even greet her in the first place? He just wanted to skate.
"Don't get that tone while talking to me!" she screeched.
Brick rolled his eyes. Why should he listen to her? This little, emotionally unstable girl before him? She wasn't his mother. Well, he didn't really have a mother in the first place, but whatever. She was so bossy and controlling. She was a drama queen. He hated that. What a nuisance. He thought it best to ignore her and just get on with his skating. That is why he came here, after all. So, Brick stepped aside and walked towards the ramps. All this girl does is cry over spilt milk, he thought.
"What! Ignoring me? That is so rude!" Momoko said in disbelief. "You know, you are just so-"
"Shut up," Brick said while stepping towards the ramps. Momoko raised an eyebrow.
"What was that?" she asked in surprise. How dare he tell a lady to 'shut up!' Brick turned around to face her, only to show an emotionless and bleak face.
"Shut. The. Hell. U-"
Smack.
More thunder rolled as Momoko's hand struck the flesh of Brick's face. This time, it was more audible. The storm was nearing. Momoko felt a rain drop fall onto the tip of her nose.
This hit definitely was much more powerful than the first one that she had unleashed on Brick just about a week ago. Brick actually rubbed his left cheek in order to soothe the pain. He felt hot blood rush quickly up to his face. He was looking down, covering his face with his shaggy red hair.
Ow, he thought to himself as he dropped his skateboard onto the pavement. Not again... This scenario seemed all too familiar to him. He should really learn the proper thing to say to a girl. Being indifferent only seemed to get him slaps right in the kisser.
"Brick," Momoko spoke in-between gritted teeth. More raindrops pattered onto the ground. Pitter-patter. Slowly, but surely. "You asshole." And with that, Momoko swiftly turned around to hide her embarrassed face.
All she had wanted to do was to watch him. His flawless moves, his amusing tricks on that slender board. What a fool she was. To sit there and wait for him. What had she expected? That he would just be so willing and open towards her? Brick's heart was cold- ice cold. She felt so stupid. I should have never come here, she thought as a single tear escaped from her eyes. She just wanted to get away from here; away from this jerk.
"Wait," Brick said as he grabbed Momoko's hand. Well, that's what he tried to do. But she turned around so quickly that he caught her waist instead.
Pitter-patter. Drip-drop.
"Ngh," Momoko cringed at his touch. Brick literally was ice cold. His touch was chilling, even through her clothing.
Brick pulled Momoko in closer and held her by the waist from behind. His arms softly embraced her stomach. She was so tiny compared to him; so meek and fragile.
"Sorry," he whispered into her right ear. She shuddered. His breath was frigid, too. She was starting to wonder if Brick was made out of ice. "I... I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean to... to hurt you."
For some reason, Brick felt human sympathy towards this girl for just a moment. Sure, he was rude to Momoko. He never took her seriously He couldn't even really stand her. But when she started turning around to leave him, he suddenly felt insecure. He had to make her stay with him, somehow.
He didn't want her to leave him.
He was afraid of being left alone.
He thought that if she left, then nobody would ever come looking for him ever again.
Momoko couldn't even process what Brick had just said. Her mind was so mixed up. She was in his arms, and sure, it felt awkward, but she also felt a sort of protection. She blushed madly.
"Wh-what's wrong with you?" she whispered lightly in the damp, autumn air.
The rain was pouring down harder now. Momoko's hair was soaked. Her clothes were drenched. Brick's clothes clung onto his body as the rain fell. The wet cloth stuck to him, and accentuated his muscular figure. His toned chest, his built abs, his strong arms... Momoko noticed this and blushed.
Brick didn't quite understand what she had meant by that question. Surely, there was something wrong with him. Hell, there were probably a bunch of things wrong with him. But all he could do was hold on tighter to that girl in his arms. He sniffed her hair. Cherries...
"I..." Brick gasped, "I don't know."
He rested his cheek on her head for support. He felt weak all of a sudden. His knees felt as if they would cave in at any moment. His head swooned and a dizzy sensation overtook his mind. There were only two words that he remembered saying just before the world before him blacked out:
"Help me."
Love Chronicles
Part V - Ice Cold: End.
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