Chapter 2!
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Len POV
I looked at the calendar on the kitchen wall, it was Tuesday, only Tuesday. I let out a muffled groan, stuffing a slice of bread into my mouth. Should I skip today? I could if I wanted to, what's the worse that could happen? Oh, right. Support classes, and parent conferences. If there's anything my parents hate worse than me, it's getting involved with me, and vice versa.
I sighed dumping my plate into the sink, and kicked open my door. After closing it, I trudged reluctantly across my yard. I kicked a pebble around as I walked, my head pointed low.
"Good Morning, Len dear~" Cooed my old neighbor, she was kind, I suppose, and lived alone. She was the sort who gave out cookies to their neighbors and stayed till late afternoon sipping juice on her porch.
"Morning, Ms. Ann," I looked up and waved at her slightly before going on my way. It doesn't hurt to be nice to her, she didn't do anything wrong, and she sometimes drops off fresh banana bread during the weekends, so that was a definite win.
Once I was on school campus, I felt wary eyes flick at me. It was a daily thing, and it gets on my nerves a bit. To have eyes stare scornfully or fearfully at your back can get irritating, you know. I playfully stretched my left arm, letting some muscles tense as I pulled it back in, showing off my biceps. There was a slight yelp to my left, and I grinned inwardly. Call me sadistic, but it's sometimes fun to tease them like this.
"Make way! Make way! Muscle man and his sidekick, the handsome me, is coming through! Make way! Make way!" Mikuo snickered as he approached me. "What'cha doing flexing your musk-els like that?"
"Nothing," I replied with a satisfied smirk, dropping my arm to my side. "What about you? 'Handsome one'? What 'cha doing away from your Juliet?"
"Oh, I've given up on chasing her," He waved airily, "I'm going to let her miss me, then have her chase after me when she realizes how much she loves me."
"Good luck with that." I snorted, "the only reason she might even know you is because she has to stop me from beating you up."
"Hm…" Mikuo put is infamous I-look-like-I'm-thinking face. "I got it! Why don't you pretend to hit me, then? Make her come over!"
"Ok," I grinned evilly, and pinned him into a headlock, I kicked the back of his knee, making him fall to the ground. He let out a strangled cry, but I ignored it. I've been waiting too long to let this chance slide.
"Akita Len! What doing you think you're doing!" Came the already high-pitched shrill voice of the President.
"'Pretending' to hit him so that you will come over here for him to flirt with you." I replied, keeping a firm hold on my best friend. "It worked, isn't that great?"
"You -ack- jerk…" He coughed at me, trying to pull away my arms. Miku glared hard at us, and I looked down at her bravely.
"Let. Him. Go." She commanded, her voice almost in a snarl. I dropped him, smiling mischievously as he flumped to the ground. After a moment, he was back on his feet, winking at his target.
"My savior!" he gasped, clutching his heart, "You saved me from the grips of Satan's butler. Please, my dear Miku, let me present you with a kiss as a thank you."
"I'd rather not." She smiled sweetly, I mused as Mikuo turned a bright red at her face. "Please. Stop bothering me or I will go to your mother, personally."
She walked away with pride as Mikuo drooled next to me.
"Wow. That was beautiful." He mumbled, making me rub my forehead tiredly.
"What if she does talk your mom?" I snorted, he shrugged.
"I've already told my parents about her and they approve." He grinned happily. I felt a pang of jealousy, my parents tried to do everything to keep me away from Rin.
"I meant, what if your Mom finds about your still hanging about with me?"
"Oh, I'll just say that you're a big stalker who wants to be friends again." He shrugged. I wanted to snap off his shoulders, but since the President was still watching us, I could only settle with a glare.
"You're big mouth is probably the reason why she hates me, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
I slammed his jaw upwards with my palm, hearing the satisfying clack of his teeth as they impacted. He let out a cry of pain, holding his chin bending over in pain.
"My teeth! Ow, ow, ow." He moaned, stretching his jaw tentatively, "that hurt!"
"That's the point."
To the Classes~
I hissed in frustration as I looked at my test scores. I usually don't care, but these are really lower than usual. 30% in math, 24% in history, 14% in English, 32% in science and a 54% in music. In other words, I'll have to take re-testing for all subjects. Usually, not always, but usually I can make it above 60 and get to skip the re-test block. But this time was F-A-I-L.
"What did you get? Fs all the way?" Mikuo asked casually flicking me his papers with a victorious smirk. "Guess what? The lowest score I got was a ninety-five. Who's the idiot now?"
"Still you." I brushed away his scores and shoved my own into my bag. The bell rang and I got out for P.E, great. "Hey, wanna switch classes?"
"Hm? You're joking right? Next is Art class, the only class where my Miku is actually close enough to touch!"
"To touch wha-"
"Don't think wrong!" Mikuo interrupted me with a glare, "You know I did not mean it that way."
"Did I know?" I smirked, "So, tell me, Mikuo pal, how well do you touch her?"
"Y-you…I-I…Wh-what the fu…" He began to well up like a broken nose, red splashing all across his face. "I-I would never violate her!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"…Ok." I shrugged and left the room towards the lockers. I could hear Mikuo's fumbling and mumbling behind me.
"B-bastard… J-JUST DIE, AKITA!"
I chuckled as I entered the locker room, boys were all changing into P.E uniforms comparing muscles as they did so. I ignored them and pushed them out of the way to my own little cubby-place opening the little latch. I shoved my stuff in and changed quickly.
Once outside, we all did the usual stretches and warm-ups. But all the while, I felt someone staring at the back of my neck. However, when I turned around, everyone was paying attention to the front or doing something else, no one was interested in me. So I ignored the feeling, even though it didn't fade, and continued with the exercises.
"Alright, so we're going to play a friendly game of soccer." The coach began, holding the black and white ball in his hands. "Let me explain friendly, No spitting, No stabbing, No biting, and absolutely No Fighting." He added with a glare at me, making me snort with disapproval. He talked as if I fought in his class everyday, which I don't, thank you very much. Besides, I never really hurt them, I only tell them not to get on my nerves, through physical lessons. If you were in my position, you'd understand, the others here are very irritating. Very irritating.
After a bit more of glaring, lectures and rules, he set us up into two teams. I stood in my position, from the corners of my eyes I could see some idiots on my team grinning at me like they expected me to win for them. They should know that I'm not doing anything, my leg is not feeling like running today.
Tweet!
The two players raced for the ball, and I looked away, my attention away from the game. I know for a fact that someone's watching me now. I just know it. Call in instinct, intuition, or whatever but I'm positive that I can feel someone analyzing me.
"Len! Get the ball!" One of my teammates snapped me to the game. I looked at the incoming ball, and walked to kick it back to the mid field. Next thing I know, someone has kicked my shin and ran with the ball. I grit my teeth, my knee was sore from the impact and my leg had a sharp feeling.
Who the hell did that?
I saw the culprit, still with the ball, racing towards the goal. Thanks to him, my leg will probably be bruised. Justice will be served. I pushed back a few of my teammates who were clumsily reaching for the ball and slammed my foot down on the soccer ball stopping all movement of the object. My opponent tried to kick the ball away but my foot remained on the ball. He looked up stubbornly and met my eyes, I smirked at the fear that shadowed his eyes.
"Did you really kick my leg?" I asked leaning forwards, he stepped backwards quickly and I was about to follow him when I saw Coach watching me from the corner of my eye. I knew that if I took a step towards the boy, I would be sitting the Principal's office waiting for my parents to pick me up. "Lucky boy, I'll catch you after school." I took my leg off the soccer ball, dribbling it quickly to the other side of the field. Several tried to stop my efforts, but I avoided them swiftly, feeling Coach's glare on me still, and shot towards the goal.
Having earned the first point for my team, it set my own teammates cheering and laughing. We hadn't won yet, far from it, and as far as I'm concerned, that is the last time I'm going to move again. I went to my own side of the field and collapsed on the grass. That when I saw something, an unmistakable golden flash, the same hue as Rin's hair. Like a patch of sunlight in a dark green forest. I whirled around, but the vision was gone. I didn't hallucinate, I'm pretty sure I didn't, and I'm positive I saw her. I'm absolutely positive.
Rin POV
Weird. Am I actually seeing something while I sleep? What the heck? What is this? Isn't it usually all black until morning? This is the weirdest thing ever.
I watched some students around my age play a game of soccer. Although I didn't notice it at first, I realized my attention kept getting turned to a golden-haired boy. I must've been a good distance from them, but I could still seem him so closely. Creepy, huh? Lithe, lean and well-muscled, even if he's a bit small. Piercing blue eyes, mischievous smile, and devil-like aura. I have never seen him before.
He stalked towards another boy, slamming his foot into the soccer ball, and looked like he was going to eat the victim. I was slightly captivated by the sight. Don't get me wrong, I don't like bullies at all, it's just that he seemed so… different. Suddenly, he turned away from the boy and took the soccer ball as he ran straight for the other team's goal. He shot a point, and his team cheered. Unaffected, he slumped in the grass, his head whirled around towards me, as if he knew I was here, and I shot behind a tree quickly. For some reason, I didn't want him to see me.
Wait… When was I so free in my actions? Why do I feel so… light? I swear, this the weirdest thing ever, I have nooo idea what is going.
Just as I struggle to find the answer, it all ends. I feel the familiar weight bearing on my joints, my throat twisting a bit, and my mind being awoken. Ah, another day, lovely.
My eyes opened slowly and I yawned, rubbing my eyes lazily. My familiar room surroundings. I looked at my closet, crawling towards it as I opened it for my school uniform.
"Today is the start of summer, so the Summer Uniform it is!" My voice chirped, my mouth twitching into a full beam. How I ever got this cheerful, I never know, but it doesn't matter. For a moment, my vision blacks out so I relax. When my sight clears, I'm downstairs, fully dressed and all ready for school, I grab my bag. "Leeeet'sss goo!"
"Bye Rin!" Mother waves to me, which I return as I race outside.
"Riiin!" Gumi waves to me expectantly from her house, "Come on, Teto is already ahead!" I stop at her house, my legs stilling themselves, and I loop my arm into hers.
"Then hurry up!" My voice crows, my mouth curling into yet another smile. We both run to school and half way, we meet up with the last of our trio. Gumi links arms with her as we pass by, forcing her to run along with us.
"Wh-waaa!" She shrieks in surprise, and my voice laughs.
We land at school, panting, and Teto's vein pops.
"Morning Teto!" My voice hums, and she spits.
"Idiots!" She grows a fire in her eyes, growing into a monster as we both shrink under her scary gaze.
"Eeeee~" I cower, Gumi does the same and we run away from the chimera. My vision fades again, but I can dimly hear the bell ringing for school. When I come to, I'm in class, my reading glasses on, and I'm scribbling notes. My fingers flit gracefully across the page and I have a slight frown on my face as I concentrate on my work.
"Class, please welcome your new classmate." Sensei introduces motioning a silver-haired boy. I watch in amazement, although I'm observing him as a whole, my attention is taken to his eyes. Heterochromia, I think. His gaze is drawn to me automatically, and I feel my arm rising to my chest area. I sit down slowly, as if thinking, and I find my hands struggling to work. What is this?
It is a quick sensation when my eyes fade out again. It takes a surprisingly long while until I can see again. This time though, I'm in the library. My head on one of the desks, my eyes closed for a nap, but my mind is fully conscious. I can see the dark, but my body is sleeping. It's a completely normal thing.
"Um…R-Rin?" The quiet voice wakes me easily, my eyes blink blurrily as I focus on the boy.
"Piko?" I ask quietly, he nods gently.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
I expected myself to grunt in reply and go back to sleep like usual, but for some reason I keep myself awake with a small smile.
"No, it's ok, I was about to get up anyways." My voice sounded weird and different. I was not used to listening to it that way. Piko touches my arm, his skin soft and my face feel warm. Let me repeat: What is this?
"We still have time until class starts, just go back to sleep, you look tired." He sounds kind, and I nod dizzily, enchanted, and I fall asleep again.
My mind buzzes out, again, and when I finally rise, I'm being carried. I lift my head in slight alarm, only to find Piko was carrying me. I shout in surprise.
"H-Hey! What are you doing?" I cry out, he looks surprised.
"I'm carrying you home, Gumi told me I shouldn't wake you." He said, continuing to walk. I gaped, and gulped, then nodded sheepishly. My face feeling warm again, I noticed a slight pink shade on his face.
"Thank you." My usually perfect voice sounded cracked and nervous, my throat twisting.
"O-of course."
There is a silence, and my mind is suddenly filled with all sorts of pictures. My childhood. What's funny is that I don't remember actually doing anything of my childhood. My earliest memory, actually, is the first day of high school. I have pictures, but I don't remember anything before high school at all.
"You know, my dad used to hold me like this." I said suddenly, "before he got a promotion, he would hold me like this every time we came home from the park because I would be so tired afterwards."
"What happened?"
"Hm? Oh, he got old." We both laughed at bit, but I continued my explanation. "Joking. He takes a lot of business trips, so he's hardly ever home."
"Oh, sorry to hear that."
"It's fine, it's fine."
He dropped me off at my porch, I grinned sheepishly.
"Well… bye Rin, see you at school."
"Yeah, thank you, Piko."
We parted ways, I inside the house and he towards his own house. As soon as I closed the door, my mother glomped me and turned my face to the window.
"Who in the world is that?" She asked in a hush whisper. "My gosh, he's handsome."
"Moo~om" I whined, "He's a new kid, he's just a nice boy."
"He seems to like you." Her eyes grew sparkly, and flowers sprouted all around her. I sweat dropped.
"Right…"
My eyes dimmed and cleared. I was on my bed, the lights out and I was wearing my sleeping clothes. I was still awake and staring up at my ceiling, listening to the air whistle outside my window.
"Seems to like me, huh?" I echoed my mother's words after a quiet pause. Turning on my side, I closed my eyes, and instantly I was asleep. Just like that, my day breezes through my fingers. I sighed inwardly, my limbs unmoving and my breathing steady. Even if I try, I can't ever wake up in the middle night, I'm just too frozen. Mentally trapped until morning, I try to think of something occupying, when I see something.
For the millionth time. What the frick is going on?
It was the same boy from before, he was watching T.V, his eyes wide and his face twisted in disbelief. Something struck my chest, it was painful and it made my mind curl. I looked down at my chest, but I found nothing was wrong. It was like something was chewing my heart. I've never anything like it.
"H-Hello?" I called out tentatively, there was no response, but that wasn't what had me surprised. My voice. It was cracked and rusty sounding, unlike it's usual creamy tone. "Hello?" It was as if it's never been used before. I took a step out, gasping as I realized how easy it was to move. I wondered to the boy.
He looked crushed as he stared at the screen, I tried to see what he was so devastated about, but the T.V looked white to me. I was right next to him now, and I crouched on my knees, falling in such a way I never thought I could. My heart was pounding, another sensation I was unaware of, and I slowly reached out to touch him.
I felt a shock ripple through my spine at that moment. He felt like no other person I had ever touched. His skin was warm and soft under his cotton t-shirt. I could almost feel his muscles tensing and pulsing underneath. He still didn't notice me, despite the fact I was so close to him, and I gently shook him. He didn't move at all, like a rock, but I could still feel his tender skin under my fingertips. I suddenly wanted him to look at me, I wanted to question him.
"Hey, hello? Hello? I'm right here." I called out to him, waving my arm slowly across his eyes, but he didn't even blink. I frowned, "Excuse me?"
To my surprise, he began to move forwards, my hand being pushed away, and he turned off the T.V. His face seemed to be almost grieving, and I had only blinked once when I saw a tear trek down his cheek. My heart tore, and I flinched away from him. I clutched my aching chest, my body recoiling and moving backwards.
"It's not possible." His words were so quiet I almost couldn't hear them. His voice was unlike any other, it was broken and tired, it sounded so… true. It made everything, every word I've ever heard, sound so dull. His voice sounded sincere, it made my own voice sound lifeless by comparison. It brought his very being alive in my eyes. "I-I thought…"
I had a sudden urge to help him, my hand reached out for him. I wanted to pat his back, to talk to him, to comfort him. I wanted to hug him, and wipe his tears. My heart ached even more, my heart which I hardly ever felt, now hurt more than any other part of my body. It twisted and cringed, it felt like it was heavier. I was breathing faster to keep with it's pace, and I felt things I never dreamed I could feel. I had never felt more… alive.
"H-hey, it's ok. Don't cry." I pleaded gently. My voice cracked and… it sounded heavier, like my heart was talking. "It's ok, please stop crying."
I was sad.
Just as I came to that simple conclusion, everything seemed to clear up. The reason I was so down-hearted, this unknown feeling, it was sadness. I was sad for this strange boy, but still, a few clouded thoughts remained. I had been sad before, why are all these feelings so new? Why is his voice so different to everyone else's? Why is my heart aching?
I only had a moment to think when the whole feeling stopped. My heart began to grow at ease until I could no longer feel it, I could feel my body being restrained, and my mind felt like it was numbed. Although this was a normal thing, although this happened every night, I have never felt so submissive in my life. I could see the image of the crying boy fading, and I wanted to cry out. But my throat was twisted, my mouth remained shut, and my body turned away from the area.
No! No…No. My inner resistance was beginning to fade, my mind grew into it's blissfully blank state. My eyes opened, awakening into my sunlit room. Yet, deep in my body, in the smallest part of my mind where I had control, I was still grieving, still mourning. My body moved all on it's own, my vision fading in and out, and I moved from place to place. But I could only think of one thing. That boy.
I prayed, the small part of my mind, I remembered the freedom I had, the ease, the controlled yet clumsy movement. It was something new, something I would have never thought I could do. It was because of that boy, I wanted to see him again, I needed to see him again. I want to see what's wrong, I want to help him, and I want to know why my body reacted so strongly to him.
As I ran with Teto and Gumi to school, a smile plastered on my face, I could feel it. The small twinge of pain in the depths of my heart.
Len POV
I crawled in my blankets, my body shaking slightly. Anger, hatred, longing, and agony boiled into one. I gripped at my bed sheets, a few tears escaping my eyes. Yes, I'm as weak and soft as Mikuo, if not weaker. Hell, I am weaker. Look at me! Crying over a stupid anime because the heroine had finally taken a liking to a boy. Jealous over a girl who didn't even exist. Pathetic.
I tried to wipe that scene from my eyes. My head spinning with disbelief. Piko, eh? Why? Why? Why does he get to be with her? Why is he so easily beating me? It's been a year since I 'met' Rin, and he's only known her for a day and he gets her to blush already.
Heh, listen to me, shameful, isn't it? I can scream all I want, nothing will help. Everything felt crushed, I'm such a hypocrite, I wish I was Mikuo. My life would be so much easier. My parents who would love me, I would get good grades, my life would have that bright future, and I would be able to laugh with the girl I love. Stupid Mikuo. I want to sit on him now. I'm angry at him for being so normal.
I let myself relax, sighing sleepily. I'm exhausted. I better go to sleep, if I cry anymore I might kill myself later for being such a retard. It's just an anime show, I'll get over it eventually, everyone does. Perhaps… Ah, who's kidding? I've already decided, I can't turn back. I can never look at anyone the way I look at her. She's too… too precious. She's already wound in my heart, already a piece, and now-
God, what a sentimental girl I've become.
-0oIo0-
I woke up blurrily, my eyes opening slower than usual. I rubbed them, surprised to feel them caked with dried tears. I didn't cry that much, did I? Only a few tears… Jeez, I better get ready then, if Mikuo sees me like this I'll never live it down.
Still rubbing my eyes, I ruffled my hair with my left hand, stretching as I stood up from bed. I opened my mouth yawning loudly. My heart beat slowly, still tired and distressed, but I was determined to put that in the past. I will recover, watch me, and I will live one. I'm not stupid enough to dwell on something like that.
…
I-is that girl on my floor?
I blinked awake instantly, leaping backwards and falling on bed. I nearly fell again as I struggled to look at her. Ok, I'm positive I didn't bring a girl into my house. I wasn't drunk or on drugs. Why is there a girl a in my room! What the hell was going on! Girls do not fall from the sky! I'm not that stupid!
I looked at her carefully, flaxen hair cut at the shoulders, lithe figure, creamy soft-looking skin, a peaceful look on her oh-so familiar face. I screamed at the high pitch my voice could pull.
"RIN!"
*Bows* I liked writing this chapter, and I finished it all in a day. I have a mmmaaajjjooorrr writing block right now. So in other words, I have absolutely zero ideas when it comes to writing. I also found a cure though. I have to read. I haven't read a good book in so long that it sapped all the creativity and motivation from me. Luckily, I was visiting the library yesterday and I read this one book that really brought up my spirits.
It was called, 'The Clockwork Three'. Now I have a bit of thought and energy to write again! *happy dance* So now I'm going to beg, please! If you know any good books, anything, that you like tell me about it! (Note: I enjoy adventure, mystery, suspense, fantasy, magic, and sci-fi the best. I like only a little bit of romance when it comes to books, ironically.) If you like the book, most likely, I would like it too! (I'm not picky when it comes to books)
R&R!
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