Whistles (Part 1)
Yaaay! It seems like ages since I updated this fanfic, I even forgot my password (hehehe) I didn't mean to do that anyway… hey visit my blog okei… I really need your support… BTW I am currently reading the Kare Kano (His and Her Circumstances) by Masami Tsuda. I didn't get a chance to watch it before (way back in… umm I can't remember exactly when) because of our television's bad reception. I can't believe that I already read the first three volumes… Hohohoho… this is cool, I feel like I'm in high school again…
okay okay… Eyeshield 21 time... (I actually can't remember the name of Mamori's friends awww am I suffering the short term memory loss?) the scene is during the first years of Hiruma and Mamori… better don't get lost in the story :)
"Anezaki-san!" a friend of Mamori called that morning.
"What is it Ayako-san?" Mamori went to the place where her friend is standing. A huge bulletin board made for announcements posts attracted Mamori's eyes.
"Isn't it great?" Ayako said with enthusiasm though she really doesn't care about it. What these two girls are talking about is the open registration for the available slots in Disciplinary Committee.
"But sempais said earlier that the aspiring members should wait til' next year". Mamori sounds informative.
"Well, if that's so, why did they bother to post this thing?" Ayako said argumentative, knowing that Mamori will be happy to a member of this committee.
"Yeah, I think you're right."
"I guess you have to sign in their office and be interviewed first." Ayako informed. Their chatting is not yet over when a great explosion happened.
"What the-?" the people murmured because of shock and extreme confusion.
Not far from the bulletin board is the locker room next to the entrance of the students. Although the vision of a man is blurred from the eyes of the students, Mamori have an intuition about him.
"Ya-ha!" Hiruma blurted to surprise everybody and without fail it made everybody to jump with a heart attack.
"Hiruma-kun, are you the one who-." one brave soul asked and Hiruma doesn't need to answer impertinent question and showed his rifle. He walked on the pathway with a smirk on his face, very proud about his "baby".
"Hiruma-kun, why are you bringing such dangerous things like that?" Mamori asked without a sign of hesitation.
"Eh? I thought it's legal to bring this here?" Hiruma made a serious face.
"L-Legal?" Mamori obviously sounded confused.
"Yes. Right Mr. Principal" Hiruma turned on his and all eye are planted on the short-stout principal who is standing not that far.
"O-o-of course… Hiruma-kun but please make sure not to break any-" the principal who is nervously wiping his sweat is interrupted by the continuous shooting coming from Hiruma's hands.
"Now, you know that fucking classmates!" Hiruma finally walked on the pathway with a smirk on his face, very proud about his "baby". Mamori disappointedly stared on the figure of man who is slowly turning into a demon - unlike the other day. She looked at her surroundings and unlike her, Ayako and the rest are scared to death with the attitude of their fellow classmate. She aided her friend to go the clinic to check if she's alright because of her face turned into white (like having anemia). And before they left the hallway, Mamori's eyes flickered into the announcement post. That day, half of the student went to the clinic making it overcrowded.
Three days had passed, the students are busy about their different affairs: academics, club activities, dating, and now involved in the list is – be in the crowd where Hiruma is not around. Mamori, who is apparently the classmate of Hiruma avoided talking to him because of the warnings of her friends. Within that span of time, Mamori passed the committee's interview and became one of the first year's representatives and Hiruma is rumored in building his cult.
"Class," the lady instructor stared into Hiruma who is sitting into back of the class, trying not to stand out but his blonde hair and rifle attracting too much attention, "next week I want you to play some musical instruments. You can choose from the variety of musical instruments but make sure that your piece or your presentation should be unique." A round of disapprovals and mocking rose in the class. "What's the problem with that? Music has been part of our culture and every once in a while when we feel good or bad we listen to music", the teacher explained.
"But we're not really good in it" one of their classmates raised an opinion.
"Of course I know. But I guess this is the time for you to discover the things that you might excelled on to, who knows you might be the new Beethoven or Horner or-" the teacher tried to elaborate the conversation.
"Is it anyone who is not that old?" one student kept the conversation lightly and everybody laughed.
"Umm… Amy Lee?" the teacher suggested and everybody was in high spirit again. The class ended well and one rule that they'd make out in their mind: don't look at the back or else someone will bite your head off, with that in mind they can at least experience the school routine better.
Mamori, without anybody's knowledge have a talent in playing tin whistle. And it's incredible that in her first year she became the "darling of the crowd". That day, when the teacher announced the individual musical performance, she decided to play on the tin whistle and see to herself if she can still have that touch in the music world. When the next school day arrived, Mamori took the opportunity to practice alone since most of her classmates are also busy studying their musical notes. On her walk away from the first year's building she saw an abandoned clubhouse. But she preferred to sit on its side where the grass serves as a good couch. She breathed deeply and started to play her instrument. The sound is creepy and it made the living things shivered. The birds flew, the wind stopped from blowing, and even the weather became dull.
"Urgh, what is that?" Mamori looked annoyed, "I can't imagine that after the years without practice, it turned out to be horrible". She breathe deep again but the same unimaginable sound came out. And before she tried another one, a sudden crash of glass she heard inside the clubhouse. With that bad omen, she decided to end her useless practice.
"Oh?, it's broken." Mamori's father plainly stated after he examined the tin whistle that night.
"Is that's so?" Mamori answered, "but why?, I didn't remember playing it after I graduated in grade school".
"That's it, because you haven't played it. You know, when a thing you used to play did not receive any attention for a long time, it will became useless. Like shoes, if you will not use it, they will be dusted until got broken." Her father explained thoroughly. After assessing the sad face of his daughter, Mr. Anezaki suddenly had an idea.
"Don't you worry, I will order for a new one in my friend in L.A." He said with a smiling face which made Mamori's heart filled with joy.
After two days, Mamori received her gift which is the black tin whistle. Actually, tin whistles are cheap but her father's friend is specializing instruments which made it expensive. She brought that tin whistle in school and practices every lunch breaks. She went to that same old clubhouse and started to puff. It was strange for her at first because she never realize how wonderful it sounds with a new tin whistle. It delighted her heart in an instant and it seems like the notes she learned from before are rushing in her brain and every melodies are attracting the birds. Without her noticing, there are eyes watching her with envy and insecurities.
Before going to class, Mamori leaves her tin whistle in her locker for its own safety. Now, she had a duty to attend the committee's meetings which extended her stay in school. After those long hours in meeting, Mamori went to her locker and it shocked her to see her precious tin whistle broken. That made her eyes filled with tears. And then, a group of three girls approached her.
"So is that you're locker?" a girl named Aya who is in her class spoke, "I thought it belonged to Hiruma-kun. I saw him earlier searching for something in that locker".
With that information, a rage in Mamori's heart reached her temper and wants to go for all-out-war.
"W-where is he?" Mamori, although filled with anger, managed to stay calm.
"He went to their new club?" another girl named Yukino answered.
"New club?." Mamori asked trying to figure out what is missing.
"Yeah, don't you know? He formed an American Football Club along with that fat Kurita and Takekura. Their club is the one along with the road with full of the bushes, I guess. " its Miyazawa who spoke.
"Yes, the one in the east building". Yukino added.
"Why Anezaki-chan, Are you afraid?" Aya spoke with a sign of challenge.
"Of course, I'm not!" Mamori is really angry without knowing what lies ahead of her.
"Well then, he's still there. You might catch him". Aya ended and the three girls went to their own lockers while secretly watching Mamori leave after saying her "thanks" to them.
Mamori rushed to the place they are referring at, the same spot where she used to play her tin whistle. Carrying all her things with her and the broken tin whistle, she saw three boys – Kurita, Takekura, and Hiruma.
"Hiruma-kun!", she blurted even though she is catching her breath after she ran "How could you do this? This is very unforgivable!" Mamori, though still exhausted from her marathon managed to emphasize the anger she holds.
"Eh?" Hiruma obviously don't know what's going on but still looks arrogant which made Mamori really pissed.
"Playing innocent huh?" Mamori threw her tin whistle in front of Hiruma and fell right next to his shoe. Hiruma raised an eyebrow.
"A tin whistle? Ahh! so you-" Kurita spoke but Hiruma interrupted by stepping into his foot. "Aww!"
"So it's broken huh?" Hiruma slowly stepped closely to Mamori.
"How could you say those things to me? Aya-san and her friends told me that you broke my tin whistle and you don't feel any shame or having an urge of telling me sorry ? How could you – you despicable bully and demon-like person!" Mamori spoke loudly like a curse that falling into Hiruma's shoulders.
"B-But-" Kurita once again try to speak but this time it's Takekura who stopped, whispering the words "let's see what Hiruma will do"
"Do you know what you're talking fucking classmate?" Hiruma asked, yes asked not interrogated because it was calm.
"Of course I do. You hate me playing with the tin whistle".
"That's really fucking annoying."
"That's it! That's the reason why's you broke it!" it's Mamori.
"What? Are you afraid of falling grades?" Hiruma absent-mindedly asked.
"It's not that. It's my father's present".
"So it's expensive then?"
"You don't get it, do you? It's my father's present!" Mamori is really into tears and then rushed out to go home. Various thoughts are rushing through her brain.
"How could he do such horrible things? How can I explain it to my father? How can Hiruma-kun be so heartless?"
There's nothing left to do but to tell it to her father, she don't want to lie and seeing her not carrying that tin whistle will only make her lying in danger. One day, Mamori and her friends went shopping and they passed on a musical store.
"Ohh! Right since your tin whistle is already useless, maybe we can see something that it resembles" Ayako invited them to go inside and discover the stuffs there.
"Yeah right, it's only two days left and we're on the stage (referring to the embarrassing presentation in class)" Mamori's other friend stated.
The three of them went to the store and after testing some of the tin whistles, Mamori feel a little uncomfortable. They don't match my tin whistle. As Mamori thought, she remembered how it sound, how it delicately hit the melodies in fine way she wants it to be. However, it's better to have one than nothing; Mamori bought one silver tin whistle.
The day has finally arrived and Mamori still feel down about her instrument. Though it's her lungs and breath that should keep it sound good, there is a unique attachment on the instrument that's missing. After the committee meeting, Mamori checked her locker which shocked her because the lock is broken and what shocked her more is to see something inside that looks so familiar.
to be continued…
Note: Amy Lee is my favorite artist as well as the Irish group of siblings the Corrs, you should watch how Andrea plays a tin whistle. Well, it's long so I decided to chop this entry… xoxo…