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The bell rang. Yay.
I spent the last thirty minutes in Geography class just to stare between my watch and classroom’s wall clock, so desperately wanting the day having its end. My brain couldn’t process every word my teacher said anymore; no wonder I had filled my notes with random doodles instead of important notes for the upcoming test next week. Right, as if I ever care about those things.
My steps were light and a bit rushed as I walked down the stairs as I remembered today was the day of the sequel release of my favorite anime, which meant I couldn’t be late for getting one.
When I was about to step the lowest stair, I cursed myself as I realized my phone wasn’t in the place where it usually been, inside my pocket. Great, now I had to walk back upstairs to take it from, which was most likely, under my desk. Such a waste of energy.
I turned my direction and started half running up the stairs when suddenly I felt a poke on my back,
“Senpai, are you looking for this?”
My ears detained a familiar voice. A voice that somehow irritating me in an unexplainable way. I looked up slowly and found an irking grin shot onto my eyes, as if replying my disgusted glare.
“Are you stalking me?”
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oh how i miss writing normal fanfics hehehe~ :sweatdrop:
continue? yay or nay? :?
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Kumi and Yuria :luvluv2:
sounds interesting :glasses:
please cantinue :on GJ:
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yay from me...
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Yes, please continue~ /o/
Not enough KumiYuri anywhere so this is a great welcome. :cathappy:
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Yessss. Please continue, Kumi/Yuria is my other, other OTP XD
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100% yay for kumiyuria..
continue pliz..
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Oh the senpai doesn't like the other girl. Wanna to know what gonna to happen hehe
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Yosh! It's a KumiYuria fic!
Yay to all SKE fanfic! Especially ones with Kuumin!
But something seems familiar about this,
like I've read it before somewhere...
Have you posted it on tumblr or similar sites before?
Anyway, please do continue~
Looking forward to it (^^)b
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nice prologue :twothumbs
well, as long as it has Kumi (and Yuria) in it, I will keep on reading :lol:
looking forward for your updates ^^
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KUMIYURi~~~~~~~~~~~~
pls udate :)
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Ohh looks like many KumiYuri fans here :lol: saa! Now I can continue this happily~~ sorry for the long awaiting updates and thanks for the comments XD hope you like it, enjoy!
@anzai normal mayuki hmm? i'll continue Oh, Shit! :)
@ohayou maybe you read it in akb-melody? cause i posted there too :)
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Let There Be Love
I
Wasn’t going home supposed to be my main mission today? Wasn’t I supposed to be happy and excited about it? Well, that was all gone five minutes ago. My happiness was stolen away somewhere that now I wanted nothing more than back to classroom, sitting and acting so calmly like a good student, listening to all of the scientific blahs to get unexisting good grades so my mom would stop complaining every month she got my report card. In fact, those were so much better than walking home with an unexplainable person I caught been watching me all the time. Now I didn’t feel like going home or the anime store at all.
“Yagami-senpai, are you always acting this cold?”
I didn’t like her accusing tone. And I didn’t like her question or her type of face she was wearing right now.
“You think?!” I kept looking forward as if she wasn’t there and increased my pace, hope she’ll get tired following me.
“Well…I see you don’t have any friends, senpai. So I assume you are.”
“Good then. Now you know me, why don’t you go away?” Honestly I was a bit amazed that time that she kept following me and not got tired at all; lately I knew she didn’t even breaking a sweat!
“Not until we get to your place!”
I immediately stopped. This was it. This girl got on my nerves. I didn’t want to play games anymore and I had to end this soon. So I turned my back, only to find the same previous grin again. I tried to think some hurtful and sarcastic words so she’ll get a trauma of nearing me again but then I realized I just had a staring contest with her for the whole five seconds.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I turned my back again and started walking. Damn! What was I thinking?! Why couldn’t I just burst out my feelings and letting her cried all the way home?
“Senpai, how far your place is? I feel like we’ve been walking for an hour?!”
I internally smirked. This was the part of the plan actually, I wittingly just brought ourselves walking to nowhere so that she would surrender and I could back to my life.
“100.000 km!”
“That is outside Japan! Don’t lie to me, I will ALWAYS follow you till you got home!”
This girl is difficult!! I cursed myself. Now I feel like I had just jumped in her own games and not realized letting myself volunteered to play. Baka Kumi, you should end this now!
“You…” I held my breath, “I don’t know who you are and what you want but…you think this is fun? What would you feel if someone doing this, following you like this, and stalking behind your back?!”
“I’d be…troubled?”
“Exactly! Now you understand my feelings, please. Please go home and find someone else that isn’t cold as I am. Someone who’ll play and enjoy your games, okay? Now give me my phone!”
At some moment I thought she understood as I saw the grin faded replaced by downcast eyes and unmistakably regretful frown, but in the next seconds I noticed her winning grin slowly has its comeback. She fumbled her pocket before playfully waving, what happened to be my phone, in the air,
“Let me get to your place first, then you can have it back.” She ended the sentence with a wink.
Aaaaargh!!! I mentally facepalmed. All my words were nothing to her. So I was talking that long and it was…useless?! Kami-sama, help me! The thing is, the phone she was holding was my birthday present and the newest type of phone this year that no one couldn’t easily throw it away. But getting rid of a stalker? Why the cost is so high that she kidnapped my phone but…I didn’t have any choice then.
“You can have my phone anyway.”
I turned and started walking in glory. Did I win? Maybe. But no! Frankly speaking, the previous statement was a bluff. I really, really hoped that she would shout “Wait!” and held my hand then I’ll look at her for a moment before she bowed to me and saying sorry for all the disturbance, then cry all the way home and I’ll have my phone again. But that, only happens in dramas, mangas, and my imagination as well.
I kept walking forward and in the last three minutes I finally realized there was no movement behind. Could it be…she finally surrendered and stopped following me? I slowly peeked over my shoulder and almost cried over myself, facing the truth that none of that stalker figure standing proudly before me.
In that second, I knew I had won.
But now, I really need a new phone.
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“Mooom! I’m home. Open the door!” I lazily knocked the old, dark brown maple door with my family name plate on top of it. Seconds later I heard a faint sound of foot-tapping nearing the entrance, which I predicted, was my mom. She showed her usual big smile in her usual apron, welcoming me also in her usual strange scent if she just had done something in the kitchen. Smelled like a mixture of raw fish and some particular spices. It’s a good sign anyway, as there would be a delicious meal waiting for me.
“Kuumin! Had a good day?”
I was sure my face as flat as Kristen Stewart from Twilight right now responding to her question. How good was my day? It was screwed! I only mumbled and pushed my way in before I realized my mom wearing a bigger smile than before.
“Aw tell me! Finally you made friends!” She said enthusiastically. I had no clue what it was all about but I scoffed anyway,
“Mom, what are you talking about? Now let me in. I’m tired…”
“What’s your name?” I immediately stopped my struggling hearing the spoken sentence. It was odd my mom asking me that, as I was sure she had called my name seconds ago. Amnesia couldn’t be happening that quick and she hadn’t got hit in anywhere in the head anyway. But my question answered when I noticed my mom was staring directly at me. No, behind me, over my shoulder to be exact. I knew the theory of amnesia doesn’t fit anyway as I found scarier fact by the time I’m turning my head.
“Kizaki Yuria…”
“YOU!!!”
“Hello, Senpai. I don’t want your phone anyway.”
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Let me hear your thought about the update :) thank you :cathappy:
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lol cold kumin... aaghhh
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Cold kuumin, stalker yuria.....
Oh kuumin, why don't you just accept her as your friend? If I was on your position I'll let this beautiful stalker go to my place and my room
thanks for this good chapter! Will wait for the next chapter :twothumbs
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Kuumin!!!!!
Why are you being so cold to Yuria?
Wait, no, I meant, how come you don't make any friends!?
Did something happen?
And lol, Yuria, you stalker xDDD
But you're so pro lol~
Disappearing from Kuumin's sight while still stalking her xDDD
Hahahaha~
Stalking her all the way to her house~~~ xDDDD
Yuria xDDD
But you know, I wouldn't mind having Yuria stalk me xDDD
Please, Yuria, come to me! xDDDDD
What's gonna happen now lol~
Kuumin's mum is definitely going to invite Yuria in to eat~
And then Kuumin will probably have no choice but to go with it~
Oh! And then maybe Kuumin's mum will tell Kuumin to walk Yuria home~
And then maybe Yuria did or does something that made Kuumin start to like her a bit`
And then akldsjghalksdjfhaklsjdhf
I'm so looking forward to the next chapter!!!!
Please update soooooooon!
Oh, and by the way, eru-san,
I love you reference to Twilight xDDDD
I was sure my face as flat as Kristen Stewart from Twilight right now responding to her question.
This is eqic xDDDD
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yuria as a stalker!! LOL..
of couse she doesn't need kuumin's phone because i'm sure what yuria want is Kuumin herself..
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Thank you for all the kind comments up there, sorry for the long awaiting update! :cathappy:
@ohayou LOLOL you guessed all the plot ALMOST right :P well not exactly like yours, gonna add twists here and there
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Let There Be Love
II
What?! How did it turn out like this? I kept staring at my already empty plate for whole five minutes while still trying to understand what just happened here, in this room, moments ago. Now I was like being forced to watch two women sharing unnecessary stories and giggles that somehow irritating me in so many ways.
And look at that! My mom acted so friendly with this girl. Just wait till she knows what actually happened, I was sure she wouldn’t be welcomed in the next time visit at all. But somehow Mom looked so happy, I mean she has that smiling face and laughs all the time but at this moment…I just felt she looked a bit different and I was unsure why.
“You know when this girl…” suddenly I felt a pat on my head “…was five, she used to drop everything she was holding!”
I let out an unnecessary fake smile for an unnecessary information Mom had just pointed out in front of my creepy stalker! And now she laughed with her, laughed at my embarrassing childhood moment that actually inconsequential to be discussed about.
“Kuumin is clumsy…till now I guess.” Then I heard chuckles again.
Hm, okay. Let me tell you how all this happened, how this story began.
It’s all started two weeks ago, when I had just become a third year senior for three days. I was walking through the hallway, preparing myself to enter the next class. As my mom said, I am indeed a clumsy person and will always curse this fossilized habit of me, I left my phone again in the cafeteria. Unluckily the bell had rang and so I had to use my power I always used in the P.E class; running back through the hall, walked down stairs, and doing some stunt jumps over cafeteria’s benches then repeating for the effort of getting back to class on time. I felt like a ninja.
But I am not a ninja so I almost dropped everyone’s stuffs I passed by or pushing them out of my way roughly, some of boys even falling down. I didn’t know how many chants of “Gomen!” I shouted as a reply of their yells and bawls of anger toward my indecent actions that time.
Enough for the intro, now get to the main part of our first encounter. When I shouted the last sorry word before stepping inside the class, I hopped onto someone. We both fell, and I accidentally managed to get on top of her. Yeah, you know who I was talking about. We happened to look into each other eyes, for milliseconds before I jumped and ran without bothered to say any sorry to her.
That was one glance and I didn’t know much about this girl. In the next days, I caught her sometimes happened to be in the same room as me, for example cafeteria and school hallways. And she’s always distancing herself, as if observing me from afar. But that time I still felt nothing towards her. I thought that’s just normal happened to be in the same place as she’s my kouhai and enrolling in the same school anyways. But we never greeted nor bowed into each other and just walked by as if I had never seen her.
Someday I finally realized that almost everyday she managed herself to pass by my class and took a peek inside; I caught her eyes once and she immediately ran away as if I just caught a shoplifter or a robber. That time I detected something wasn’t right; I knew I was being stalked.
Then after my track and field club activities ended and I was bathed in sweat, I saw her again. This time she was really, really far away. Outside the stadium, behind a tree. What did she do in such place?
Wrapped in curiosity, I walked toward her who seemed try to run away. And yes, I nearly lost her but she couldn’t beat my speed as I seem to be more athletic than her. When I asked why, sh-
“…when Kuumin was ten, she loved jumping over the couches and benches. Imagine that! This girl was like a ninja.”
Speak of the devil, WHY HADN’T THEY MOVED ONTO A NEW TOPIC? They seriously enjoyed insulting and laughing at my childhood memoirs. I wondered why many parents love to talk about embarrassing moments of their children in front of guests they invited to lunch or dinner?
“I’m gonna take a nap.” I stood and walked up the stairs to my room, ignoring all the questioning gazes I knew would be coming. I was so tired, both bodily and mentally. So much happened today and I wanted nothing more than a good sleep. At least I would be having more energy surviving a disturbance that I know wasn’t going to end soon.
“Hey! Your friend is still-“
“No, no it’s okay, Mrs.Yagami.”
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Uhh. All the mangas in my room are boring. I’ve read them for about three times and I really need to buy new ones. Yes I ended up reading mangas instead of taking a nap, cause when my back touched the bed, suddenly I didn’t feel like sleeping at all. I didn’t know why, I just felt so unsettled and a bit curious about what happened downstairs now. But coming back down was just another option I would never choose so I stayed here, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Ah, someone knocked the door. Must be Mom. Damn, why didn’t I lock the door before! I knew what she was going to do, tell me to go downstairs and bring that girl home safely. No freaking way. I quickly pulled the blanket with my toes and cloaking it all over my body. Then flipping my position so that Mom could only face my back; I pretended to sleep.
Right, I heard the sound of door creaking open and I immediately closed my eyes.
“W-WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!!”
Eh??!! I almost jumped off of the bed, not because I acted like a ninja but because I was shocked. That voice was clearly not Mom’s and without turning my head I already knew who it was.
“WHO SAYS YOU CAN COME IN?!”
“YOUR MOM!”
“GET OUT!”
I wonder why we just created a shouting war in this room. This was a bit funny but I didn’t feel like laughing cause I was still furious about her trespassing into someone’s room without permission. Well from me, in this case.
“What in the world happened in this room?” She walked further inside, each step made my brows raised higher.
“Get. Out. Now.”
Seemed like she didn’t hear a thing of what I just said that she kept circling around looking here and there around my room while wearing a face like she just had entered another dimension.
“Yagami-senpai, you seriously need a wife.”
I felt a strange heat around my cheeks hearing the sudden statements. Yes I knew I rarely tidied my room up. And I knew that I threw almost everything to the floor that you could hardly walk without tripping into one of my stuffs. But not that I couldn’t make up my own room, I was just too lazy and what’s with putting stuffs back when you’re going to use them again? This is my bedroom, not hers.
“Shut up.”
She completely ignored my obvious glare of abhorrence that now she started taking my scattered mangas on the floor.
“What are you doing?!” My hands automatically stopped her. She didn’t respond and kept repeating her actions. This made me even mad at her.
“Hey! Stop, what are you doing?!”
“Helping you cleaning up your room.” She tossed my hand.
“This is my bedroom. Not yours!” I tried to reach the mangas she had collected in her left arm.
“But I want to. Don’t try to stop me.” Done with the mangas, she sought for another misplaced stuffs of mine. While me, only deadpanned by her actions, only stood in awe.
“This…should be put in-”
“Ah! Don’t open tha-WATCH OUT!!”
Next thing happened was a blur and I couldn’t remember anything except the fact that tons of my old magazines, books, mangas, even bad marks test papers fell down massively at the same time as she opened my wooden cupboard beside the bed. I tried to cover my head when I felt them start attacking my backside. My sight instantly went hazy and my throat became desiccated as I inhaled a heavy dose of dusty atmosphere. Then I heard coughs that I knew were hers, followed by mine; we both covered in dusts.
“Ugh! Ugh…senpai…ugh, ugh! Ever heard about storeroom? Ugh!”
“Told you…” crap, these dusts started invading my throat, “...ugh! ugh! Don’t open that…ugh.”
Few seconds passed and my eyes watery no more, I could barely see the floor as too many stuff scattered around. Great, now my bedroom became three times worse than before.
“Ano…senpai? You are heavy…”
I snapped back by her voice. My head instinctively turned and I just realized my chest was…on her belly that automatically made my head drowned in her cleavage when I unintentionally protected her all the time. I blushed madly as she caught me accidentally staring directly at her breasts.
“Thank you…for shielding me.” She finally spoke between awkward seconds before I heard my door creaking open and something even worse would happen.
“ARE YOU OKAY?! I JUST HEARD A-Ohh…never mind…sorry…”
ASDFGHJKL!!!! I just caught in a “it’s not what it’s like” moment just like in movies and mangas. The heat around my cheeks seemed soaring even more.
“M-Mom I ju-“
“Sorry for disturbing!” And the door closed shut. Leaving both of us muted in awkwardness.
Oh God, could my day get any worse?!
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“I see, I see. You both cleaning up Kuumin’s room huh? I can see that.” she giggled.
I didn’t like Mom’s tone, she obviously COULDN’T see what was happened. After she left, we both spent an hour for sorting stuffs back to the cupboard so that I could see floor again. And I couldn’t stop mumble my anger in the process, while she kept silenced as if regretted for acting so impudent in a senpai’s house.
“Ano…I guess I can go home now…”
“Eh? So fast?”
No Mom, that was no fast. Her visit was about 3 hours and twenty minutes since we arrived and I was truly sure I had enough.
“Yes…I bothered Yagami-senpai a lot today…” she smiled at me.
“Ah! Tomorrow is Saturday, why don’t you sleepover? You can sleep together with Kuumin.”
That was totally the scariest invitation I’ve ever heard. Both heads turned into me when they heard I exhaled loudly as a response of Mom’s request.
“Ah…no thanks. Not now maybe?”
I hoped the “not now” wouldn’t happen at any time in the future. Having her for some moments in my room was just more than enough and now, sleeping with her? In a bed? That is a big no no. I couldn’t guarantee the safety of me risking my life to sleep with a stalker.
“See you later, Senpai.” She bowed
I wished I couldn’t see you later.
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Part II done now working for part III :cow:
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Ahhh Kumi so cold lol poor Yuria but I like this change up, reminds me of that Shukan talk where Yuria mentions how sometimes Kumi can be cold towards her.
I wonder how this will play out~ :lol:
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Hahahah!!! They are so funny!
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this fanfic is so funny!!
poor kumi XD she is so antisocial!
go yuria!! she is a really good stalker :rofl:
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Thank you for all the comments :cathappy: please enjoy the next part :thumbsup hope you like it!
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Let There Be Love
III
In the morning I woke up by the smell of sweets, it was like a mixture of vanilla and strawberries. My tummy instinctively groaned as a response; the smell was really delicious I curious to know what Mom was baked downstairs. But despite of my sudden starvation, the cloak of sleep still engulfed my eyes that I was too lazy to open them up and run to the kitchen to grab some. So I decided to reward myself a sleep for a little longer, hope Mom would save me some pieces later.
“Hey, wake up.”
Damn, I had just tried to extend my sleep for seconds and now these tugs on my blanket forced me to get back to life. I grunted and pulled the blanket higher covering my head so Mom wouldn’t pinch my cheeks; something she always did to wake me up and never failed.
“Mou, it’s already noon!”
“Five minutes more…”
Something felt strange down there that made me a bit uncomfortable since I woke up. Shifting my position a bit, I felt the pressure around my stomach became stronger. More like gravity or something heavy held my abdomen down that I found it difficult to move. Wrapped in confusion, I decided to open my eyes and check it out.
“Kon-ni-chi-wa!”
My sleepy eyes immediately burned in horror figuring out who had been inside my room all the time. I must be drunk or hallucinated that I thought a girl named Kizaki Yuria, whom I just met two weeks ago, who had been stalking me all the time, who had screwed up my room yesterday, was also the one who had waken me up and now…riding on my hips.
WHAT, RIDING ON MY HIPS?!
“Wh-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! GET OFF!”
Oh, God, if I said “could my day get any worse?” it was a rhetorical question not a challenge. I didn’t know how red was my face when I found out a girl was sitting on me like that. It’s just…never I had someone bodily contacting as close as this. It’s not like I like her or something but this position was just embarrassing and whoever entered the room would be misunderstood by just seeing. I didn’t like being caught again in one of those “it’s not what it’s like” moments just like yesterday. In addition, she had been written on very top of my must-hate list and this situation just ain’t looked right in so many ways.
Damn, why did I misrecognize her voice as Mom earlier? Now I knew the obvious reason of what had cause the pressure on my abdomen after she got off on top of me. She let out a guilty giggle of sorry that I found wasn’t guilty at all; instead I found her finding this interesting, as if I’m her plaything and what was happened was just another chapter of her games.
“You are so cute in the morning, Senpai.”
“Wh-what have you done to me?!”
Speaking of plaything, I suddenly remembered something important. My eyes immediately peeked inside the blanket and made sure everything was okay down there. I reached my shorts and glad the fact that it was look perfectly same like how I wore them last night; I sighed in relief.
“Yagami-senpai is a hentai!”
“Eh?!”
“There is no way I’m doing SUCH THING!”
Was it because of the sunlight and optical illusion or she just blushed? Well yeah I was like indirectly accusing her for doing indecent things to me, but I think everyone would have done the same thing as I did if they were caught in the same incident.
“Why are you here?! It’s freaking in the morning!”
“Eh? Today is no school so I came here to see you. Plus this already noon.”
Here’s a tip from me, once you being nice or talk to a weird kid and BAM! Stalked for life. Now I really regretted why did I talk to her that time, just because of my curiosity, after my track and club field, outside the stadium behind a tree, the moment when she said t-
“Anyway, let’s grab a lunch outside! I’ll treat you.” She walked closer and sat on my bedside. Suddenly I smelled the tasty scent again and I remembered something,
“No way. Besides Mom’s baking a cake right now. You go away eat by yourself.” I made an evicting gesture before she started to laugh.
“What so funny?”
“That lie is so lame, Senpai. I’m here because your Mom has a morning shift and she asked me to accompany you. Nobody is baking a cake!” She laughed again. Eh?! Mom’s gone?! Since morning? So she’s been here all the time? For how long? Did she find me snoring when I was asleep? Eh but that’s not important anyway. And what she had done for long time before I awake? All the disturbing questions kept spinning in my head and I started to worry about lots of things.
“What did you put in my Mom’s drink?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“That you’re getting along so easily with her…” I mumbled. She started to burst of laughing again that I could see tears began welled up in her eyes. Few seconds passed and she had wiped the tears away, her face suddenly became serious,
“She’s not you, Yagami-senpai.”
Suddenly room filled with an awkward atmosphere. We both stared at each other but I was losing focus. I felt somewhere in my heart being pierced hearing the spoken sentence. Usually I didn’t care if people called me unfriendly or cold or whatever synonymed with it, but this time I felt something different. It’s not like I was about to angry of her presumptuous testimonial, but I didn’t know why deep down there I started to feel something I never felt before; loneliness.
“…pai? Senpai? Yagami-senpai?”
“Eh? Ah…” I shattered back to reality. She shifted closer and I saw a worry look of her,
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yes?” What made me looked like I’m not okay? I was perfectly okay, I was just thinking about myself. As she shifted closer, I unconsciously altered backwards as well. The atmosphere was awkward enough that for a brief moment we looked at each other’s eyes before she retreated after hearing a sudden grumble from my stomach.
“You are not. You are hungry.” She stood up and stared at me like I’ve done something wrong. Wait, if it wasn’t my mom baking any cake or sweets then…
“Kizaki-san…” I had to make sure that it wasn’t only my delusion “…do you smell something like vanilla? And strawberries as well?”
“Vanilla and strawberry? Huh…OH!” Her mouth made a silent O as if just realized about something, “Ah could it be my…perfume? Why?”
So that’s why the closer her be, the stronger the smell become. Now all made sense but what kind of fragrance was that? The smell was really delicious like a creamy cake!
“Un, nothing. It’s just…IT SMELLS SO DISGUSTING I WANNA PUKE. GET OUT!”
“EHHHH??!!”
One thing that I didn’t want her to know, till my death and forever ever ever after; that once in my life, I really wanted to eat her.
“By the way Kizaki-san…”
She was about to close my door before taken aback with my words. She turned her head,
“Yes?”
“About lunch…maybe it would do…”
“REALLY?! YOU WANT TO?!”
“Chill. I didn’t say so. I’m hungry.”
“Where do you want to go? Ramen? Curry? Nabe? Ice cream?”
“I said chill. Go. I need to change!”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting downstairs!”
“Ano…”
“Yes?”
“Just call me Kumi, anyway.”
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Want to know more? I'm working on the next part :cow:
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kumi...just 'eat' her already :kekeke:
oops...on second thought,she's not legal yet so you better wait until yuria is legal then you can 'eat' her :on bleed:
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This is some wonderful progress~
lol Yuria is really layering it on pretty thick. :lol:
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Kumi please eat Yuria hehe
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aghh kumin start like yuria
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kumi is tsuntsun
yuria you go girl :otomerika:
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That "Just call me Kumi anyway" really caught me off guard.. It's really cute.. ha ha ha
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hoho..kumi wanted to eat yuria..LOL..
kumi is a tsundere XD
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Kyaa!
I really love your story. I've never thought of this pairing, but I think I already ship them hahaha
Continue it soon!
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Whoo! A longer update finally ~~ :cathappy:
Thankyou for all the comments. Hope this update worth the wait. Sorry for the errors cause i'm no perfect author :sweatdrop: without further ado, enjoy! :)
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Let There Be Love
IV
“Mmmm, oishiii!!!”
I played with the chopsticks while watching Yuria slurping her noodles happily. Before we got here-- ramen store which was recommended by her--my stomach kept being intolerant and grumbled all the time, but now when a bowl of hot ramen already sat in front of me, I didn’t feel like eating at all. However, seeing her eating excessively like that made me curious to have some too.
“Itadakimasu…” I lazily mumbled.
Hmm, it was really good just like I thought. She’s not bad for choosing place, though. Maybe it was not a terrible idea going out with her for a lunch, as Mom didn’t save me anything to eat after her leaving for morning shift anyway. But I hoped this only happened today and wouldn’t be a habit in the future. I was too arrogant to tear down the barrier between us.
Minutes passed and we still hadn’t exchanged words as we both busy enjoyed our meal. But that didn’t matter as I didn’t want any conversation happens anyway. It’s just fine like this.
“Ne, Kumi-senpai, do you want ice cream? I know the best place!”
I almost choked hearing my name being called; it still sounded unusual to me as she always called my family name. But then I thought again, it was me who asked her to call me that way. No, it’s not like I started liking her. It was just an act of me feeling gratitude of her deeds today and I was too supercilious to say “thank you” straightforwardly to a stalker. No, I didn’t talk about her theory of waking me up as well, that’s just disgusting.
“I’m fine…” I shook my head. See? I already thought she would bring me to another place and another place and another place aaaaand another for a day and she would think I start liking her and this ended up becoming a date. However, I wouldn’t let that happen.
“I see…” I saw those downcast eyes again. She looked a bit sad I assumed, maybe she really wanted to go there. Suddenly I felt disconcerted and realizing both of our bowls already empty, I decided to ask her.
“Do you want to go?”
Her change of expression was really quick like a camera flash that I almost believed she just put on an act to make me agree going out with her. Now I regretted for asking.
“Yes!”
“Then go. I’ll go home now.” I shrugged.
“But I want to go with you…” She pouted. Oh, so I was right?! She really did take this as a date huh. Looks like I need to straighten things out then.
“Listen, we’ll not going anyw-“
“You need the newest volume of Kuroshitsuji, right?”
Eh?! My ears awaken hearing my favorite manga title being spoken. My memories drifted to yesterday; the day I failed to buy any because of me losing my mood instantly thanks to her. Wait, how did she know that I was currently craving for that? Oh I already know the answer; because she’s a stalker.
Rather than answering, I scoffed and grabbed my wallet to pay the ramen. I had to admit that she’s such a pro knowing about me to the little details I didn’t even remember. I wondered if she has a special book where she’s taking notes of everything about me. Or a sophisticated telescope that she could easily observe me every day. Every step I take, every move I make, even when I’m taking a bath. Worst, she already attached a very very very small GPS chip somewhere in my body that I couldn’t spot on. However, thinking about those things made me unconsciously shiver.
A hand stopped me when I was about to pay the meal,
“I already said it’s my treat today!”
“Ah…well…” I slowly put back the money into my wallet. But something a bit odd here, after I went back to my seat, I saw her only bowing and saying something I couldn’t hear to the owner before walked back to me,
“Done!”
Wait, I didn’t see her taking out any money from her wallet, did she really pay the meal?
“But you haven’t pa-“
“Thank you so much, ojichan!” she bowed to the old man which was the owner, and I reflexively bowed as well.
“Come again next time, Yuria-sama.”
Oh I see, so this old man already knew well his customer. But wait…did I mishear? Did he call this girl “sama”? That was just such an unusual way to call a customer unless you are the owner of the place. Plus I didn’t see she paid a thing…wait. Could she be the owner of this place?!
“That’s why you treat me here. This place is yours, isn’t it?”
At first I only received a peculiar stare which followed by massive laughter that made me look like a retarded seal in a zoo being laughed by curious elementary school kids. No matter how I tried to wear my angriest face, it was worthless that she kept laughing till the tears welled up her eyes.
“Of course not!” She finally answered after settling down from her forever laughter. I was about to object her obvious denial but she continued with the answer,
“Let’s say…fate made my family help his family a bit.” She humbly smiled.
“You must be a rich person, aren’t you?” she only giggled; which meant a yes. Then all my anxiousness about her buying GPS, sophisticated telescope, or private satellite, could be possibly happened for real as she comes from a wealthy family anyway. If that’s true, I really needed to plan my great escape from Japan then. First, I had to get a plastic surgery that she won’t recognize me forever. Then I would fly to Africa, no, further to a deserted island where her GPS couldn’t detect my position. If those plans seemed so complicated and expensive that I couldn’t afford, I would just commit suicide then.
“Let’s go buy your Kuroshitsuji.”
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Here we are, standing in front of one and the only and also the biggest manga and anime store in this town. This also like the second home for me, as I always come here every day spending most of my time rather to study if there were no track and field club activities afterschool. I even knew well some of the staffs here, they let me to read for free as long as I want since I’m the most loyal customer in this store.
“Kumi-senpai, I got a call. Excuse me.” She pointed at her phone and walked to a corner to answer whoever was that. Oh well, I shrugged and stepped inside.
“Yo, Yagami-san!"
I knew that voice, the voice that always greeted me whenever I entered the store. I turned my head to find an ikemen face standing behind the cash register; Nakanishi Yuka.
“Looking for something? Just tell me and I’ll find it for you.” She winked at me. Yuka-san’s always being friendly to every guest, and she had special business smile that immediately make you feel like at home.
“Thanks…but let me look around first.” I really didn’t want to go out of this store quickly, so I decided to be in this place as long as I could; to bought time so that girl got bored and decided to leave me alone. I’d be free and getting my manga, yay.
“Just tell me if you need something.”
“Copy that.”
My eyes caught Yuria still talking on the phone; she looked pissed to, whoever she’s currently talking to. Well, as if I care. I continued observing every shelf in the store, especially in the new release section. I wanted to replace all my old and dusty collection in my wooden cupboard. Recently, I’d been thinking to cast them away. You see, the incident with my closet yesterday reminded me a lot, thanks to her.
Newest Kuroshitsuji must be in this section too as it just came out yesterday, but strangely I didn’t see any. I kept looking here and there but still…none of Sebastian or Ciel’s face caught in my sight. I started to worry that it might already sell out. But then again I thought, it CAN’T be sold out that quick in a day. Maybe they still had in their storehouse.
“Ne…Yuka-san. Do you still have latest Kuroshitsuji?”
“Ah…let me see…” she moved to the computer nearby, where all the data of the store kept. You could check all the stock in the storehouse in detail without even going in and search for it manually.
“Sorry Yagami-san! I think we’ve ran out of it. Last package just sold this morning. But you can wait a week.”
“A WEEK?!”
“Uhm well…you see this is the only manga store in this town and the shipment from Tokyo will be arrived in a week…I guess. Kuroshitsuji is quite popular, you know.”
“But! Ohh never mind…” I sighed in defeat. Yuka-san patted my back in sympathy.
“What’s with the commotion?” A woman voice behind startled both of us. I saw Yuka-san bowed and I turned to find out who it was.
“What now?” That vexing grin of my stalker irritated me again. I almost forgot that I went here with this girl as well.
“Are you looking for this, Senpai?” she showed me what appeared to be what I’d been looking for since yesterday; you know what I meant. How come she bought that? Online store?
“Ehh?! Yagami-san! You know Yuria-sama?”
Yuria-sama!! After that ojichan, now Yuka-san. Then who? Japan Prime Minister as well? Why was only me not calling her “sama”? Who is she?
“Oh Yuka-san…not you too…” I facepalmed.
“Ara…Nakanishi-san knows Kumi-senpai?” Somehow that happy tone of her exasperating me more in the ways I couldn’t explain. Yuka-san only nodded.
“By the way, I bought this for you. Glad it’s the last stock this week.” She shoved the manga to me. Hold on, It’s not like I didn’t appreciate her gift but I felt like I can’t take this. By taking this, meant I would own her a gratitude which lead me to open the gate wider for her butting into my life even more; something I had avoided from the start.
“No, I can’t take this.”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay. This place is mine.”
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Please kindly wait for the next part! XD
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+100 points because you included Nishishi! :rock:
I wonder if this new bit of info about Yuria will change anything between them?
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Hahaha Yuria is awesome!
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I really like your fics! :twothumbs
"One thing that I didn’t want her to know, till my death and forever ever ever after; that once in my life.... " Uooow! XDD~
Yuria is sooo cute x.x
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WOW!! Yuria's family is very rich for sure. I want to know what her parents' job that she can own the one and only bookstore in that town
and yeah, thanks for the update. I like it :twothumbs
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jeez kumi...you think too much...
why don't you just accept yuria's kindness already...if you don't then i will...
*got smacked on my head from yui*
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:rofl: That ramen place wasn't hers but the manga/anime store was :rofl:
Thank you for your update!
ArígatoU! :kneelbow:
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So Yuria owns the anime place.
Kumi should accept the manga that Yuria got for her.
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Finally update! :deco: well sorry this is not as long as before but...the plot is getting intense! :thumbsup
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Let There Be Love
V
Yabai.
I had made a big mistake.
I kept cursing myself while I ironically flipped pages over pages of my new manga. Although it kind of wrong reading it yet I couldn’t stop as I still curious what happened with Ciel in the next chapter and the next chapter and the next…
“Mou!!” I tossed the innocent book to the bed, so hard that I could hear its hitting sound. Just two more chapters and I would finish the whole. But the more I read, the more intriguing feeling haunted me as if I had done something wrong. And yes, I did. And now I owned her more.
My thoughts drifted back to yesterday, when I was in the manga store. I could retell how intimidating Yuria and Yuka-san’s gazes were, or it was just my negative imagination, but one thing I was sure; something wrong happened to me that I finally took her offer in the end. But I couldn’t recall how exactly it happened; all I remember was a nod and…I already read this manga today. Maybe it was some kind of supernatural power driving me into this; some another unconstructive theory of mine. Well whatever it was, it surely had made me breaking the barrier.
“KUUMIN!”
Ah, Mom. Her voice was so beautiful that I couldn’t even stand it. What did she want now?! I was in kind of bad mood; mostly pissed because of myself and my absurdity, but I hoped she wasn’t about to ask me to shop the daily necessity. I really hated that task.
“YES?!” Too lazy to walk downstairs, I shouted back with all power I could bear on. One second, two second, no answer came. So I decided to shout louder,
“YEEEEES?!” Still no answer. Ugh! I disliked this feature of Mom. If she doesn’t answer, means she needs you to come facing her directly. My body was already glued to the bed and I was too lazy to move, but ignoring her would be a bad option since…you just don’t know how wild the unleashed beast of her if she’s mad. Therefore, I chose my safe zone.
“You need me?” I pretended to yawn and walked like a drunkard all the way to the kitchen. She’s appeared to be like usual; same apron, same big smile. The second I entered the kitchen, something smelled so nice. Like a chocolate and…some kind of flower I didn’t know. My stalker radar suddenly caught in an anticipation signal, I scanned the room to find if it was some kind of odor trick like yesterday and she…happened to be here. Fortunately, it was just my imagination as I found out the source of the delicate scent.
“Whoa…chocolate cake! Itadakimaa-” I was about to jump to grab a fork but Mom’s hand stopped me.
“Uh-huh. Not for you.”
“Eh? Well…where’s my spare then?” I looked around to see another round of chocolate calories but couldn’t find any. Maybe Mom put it in the fridge.
“Nowhere. Hey, can you help me wrap that cake?” She pointed at a pale yellow box behind me.
“Ehhh?! None for me?!” I bit my lower lip as the plump shape covered in melted chocolate, topped with fresh strawberries and glazed almonds, plus the tantalizing aroma of it, tempted to bite.
“More action, less talk.” She turned to her unfinished dishes, leaving me frowning alone. I was about to happy finding that finally there’s something I could eat to be my mood relief, but in truth, I should only be satisfied by just sniffing its scent.
“Whose birthday?” I lifted the cake carefully to the box, making sure it would be received as perfect as it now. Everyone knew Mom is a great cook and she loves to make desserts, sweets and cakes and giving them to neighbors and her friends on New Years, Christmas, even their birthdays. Mom is such a sweetie to everyone. Therefore, I didn’t want to ruin her masterpiece.
“Nobody. It’s for Yuria-chan.”
“WHAT?!!!”
Luckily I still had my grip on when I was about to drop the cake entirely hearing the spoken name. Oh, I didn’t even need to take care of it anymore as I wanted to throw the chocolate mound to the wall knowing who it was about to address at. Yappari, God didn’t allow me to be in a good mood these days.
“Why?!” Mom turned her head in a neck breaking speed hearing my reaction.
“Why that girl!!” I completely regretted what I had done. I stared in terror at the beautifully wrapped cake ready to be delivered, something I wasn’t supposed to do from the start.
“Eh? Because she’s your friend, right?”
“SHE’S NOT!”
“Whatever! Stop bulging your eyes out, they’re about to fall and you look scary. Now…” Mom took the box and shoved to me “…bring this to her. Say thanks for her visit two days ago.”
“I don’t want!”
“Why?!”
“I don’t know her address!”
“Then call her. Ask her. Whatever you can do!”
“I don’t have her number!”That’s true. I didn’t have her number. And of course I wouldn’t. Cause I didn’t want to.
“Take my phone then. I have it.”
If I were made of rubber, I was sure my jaw would have dropped to the floor literally. How amazing this Yuria was! Her movement was really fast that now she even had Mom’s number. Strangely, I wasn’t getting angrier or anything. Well, her way of getting closer to me clearly pissed me off, but somehow I became even curious about where all this lead into. I wanted to know what she would do next, and I didn’t know why.
Suddenly an idea popped in my head. A very, very nice idea.
“No Mom, I lied. I know her place.”
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“Ehhhhh?!”
“Please Yuka-san! Please!” My bow couldn’t be more lower than now. I dragged Yuka-san outside once I got inside the manga store. Some staffs and customers turned to us and giving a snooping glare before Yuka-san shouted to someone to replace her position behind the cash register.
“Why don’t you give it yourself, Yagami-san?” Yuka-san scratched her unitchy head while her other hand tried to balance the yellow box I had dropped on. Clearly she was confused about what all it was. I just frankly asked her to deliver the cake to Yuria so that I wouldn’t face her by myself. Besides, she owned this store right? It would be very easy to Yuka-san to send Mom’s treat to her.
“Well…me…I have something to do right now. Ja, ne!” I wore a worry face as if I was late about something then I ran away leaving her astonished. I was afraid Yuria would come out of nowhere, like she always did and I don’t know why is that, and caught me here. That’d be useless for my effort asking help to Yuka-san. Furthermore, yesterday’s incident was unforgivable for me and I didn’t know what kind of face I should put on if I face her this time.
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“Come in!”
“Excuse me Yuria-sama”
“She’s not coming huh? Well, I have to try another way then…”
“Eh? Y-you know?!”
“I’ve been watching you two from up here.”
“Well you see…ano…I’ll just put it here…”
“Thank you, Nakanishi-san.”
“Anytime, Yuria-sama. Shitsureishimasu...”
“Ano…”
“Ah! Yes?”
“What do you say if I’m willing to increase your wage?”
“Ah!! I will be very very grateful, Yuria-sama!”
“But you have to do something in return…”
“Anything! I will work harder for this store sake!”
“Haha…no, not that. We have enough staffs for that. It’s for me…how?”
“Umm…”
“Take it into your consideration.”
“Tell me what should I do.”
“Come here, listen…”
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I'm trying to update as fast as i can! :rock: thanks for the comments!
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wow! Yuria came up with a plan!
Can't wait to see what Yuria was planning :twisted:
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what a persistent stalker you are yuria... :kekeke:
go get kuumin's heart :onioncheer:
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Poor Kuumin, even her mother is on Yuria side hehe
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I wanna know what yuria is planning to do xDDD~
I wonder how long kumin will be able to resist .. haha :lol:
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yes! a kumiyuri fic :D FANTASTIC!
but wow at this ojou-sama! :lol:
she has turned into a stalker! i wonder what shes trying to scheme now 8)
since shes already converted kumis mother ! hahah
cant wait til the next update :)
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OMG Yuria the stalker have a plan!! that is dangerous! :rofl:
kumi! don't be so shy and accept yuria's love!
I really like this fic! is so funny! :thumbsup
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Lmfao Kuuchan's monologue is the best.. How she's being so tsundere and irritated all the time amused me so much ahahahaha X'DD
I love how Yuria's a mighty ojou-chan that'll do anything to get the tsundere Kuumin ♡
Can't wait for the next chapter!
Ganbatte ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
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Thank you for all comments and keep looking forward to the next chapter will ya? :lol: this is a longer update~
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Let There Be Love
VI
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Nothing’s better than fresh air in the morning. I inhaled deeply while stretching myself out; regaining my own composure. It’s freaking 6 AM in the morning and I already got myself inside the school sports ground. I hadn’t even taken any shower yet and wearing my sweats and track pants on instead of school uniform. It was supposed to be no class on Saturday but I had special tuition of my track and field club so I decided to come as today was a special day I had been waiting for months. What I hated was, the training had to start in this early morning which I still had half of my soul glued to bed and I couldn’t help but yawn in every five minutes.
I looked around and cursed myself that I realized I did come TOO early as I only saw few boys and a girl occupied the stadium; doing some warming up. If I knew it would be like this, I should’ve slept a little longer back then; at least adding my supply of energy for today. Track and field club had quite lots of members and I am also one of the members who had been joining since freshman year. I am self-consciously thinking that I’m not good at academics and never will, decided to join this club as sports is the only thing I’m capable of. Besides, the other clubs like theater, cooking, and music were just too much for someone sloppy like me.
Why track and field? Because it has various types of fixtures; say…high jump, relay, sprinting, marathon, hurdles, javelin and such which doesn’t need much concentration on a particular thing like ball or something. Well you need one but not much cause all you do mostly is running and running or sometimes jumping. Even though some games are throwing, once you got in the arena, it only needs focus on yourself and the aim, nothing else. You don’t need to think about moving ball or cheating opponents. Plus, because of this club I am able to continue school and got to my senior year despite of my always disappointing marks. And anyway, of all those branches above, I joined hurdles.
My eyes caught the only girl who was now jogging around the field. She wore an oversized orange shirt and gray track pants also white running shoes. An iPod attached on her waist over a white earphones that been swinging along the rhythm in every steps she made. Was it she concentrating too much on the song she was listening, or she just feeling sleepy like me that seemed her eyes focused on nothingness in the air while kept running like a zombie. However, she seemed not noticing me been watching her all the time.
She’s a freshman named Matsui Jurina. Too much words to describe her that I didn’t even think of any better. But one thing I know; she has an inhumane strength for a girl at her age. Which made her the brightest crayon in the box of this club and my coach seemed like her so much since he watched her first match with me. Yes, she’s also in hurdles and that automatically making her my, in simplest words, biggest rival. She’s my greatest competitor as I had always been the top on hurdles for two years. That’s good anyway, since I had been bored as none of the girls on this team could match my speed except her. Therefore, I felt like being challenged.
Being rivals didn’t mean we’re not in good terms with each other. I know I was a girl with few words and rarely smiled---for this one I didn’t even remember when the last time I smiled for a striking reason---but we helped each other as we both now always been the representatives of this school on regionals decathlon games. But still, I kept seeing her as a threat for me if she kept earning gold medals while me, should be satisfied with just bronze. However, I still liked playing fair and competing genuinely.
Ah, I heard coach’s whistle, seemed he just come. Everyone’s already here; I didn’t notice since I had been drowning in my own daydream all the time anyway. Oh well, I stood up and walked to where the students gathered around the coach. And here we go, the selection day!
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It was Saturday and it’s normal seeing school as quite as this. Only students who had club activities that held on weekends still scattered around school hallways. I recognized a group of tall boys from baseball club passing by, wearing red letterman and walking like the boss around corridors as if they own this place. Yeah you know, jocks type.
I myself, just done showering and changed my sports apparel with a plain white tees and black shorts. After the selection, I didn’t have any intention to stay at the school any longer as I still hadn’t gotten myself any breakfast yet. And my stomach was being intolerant that kept grumbling all the time, again. Some monjya sounds good, eh?
As I enjoyed views of Chinese stores while walking to my favorite monjyayaki stall, I got a mini heart attack as the phone on my pocket vibrated all of sudden. Ah, someone just texted me and it was…Yuka-san, again.
[ Hey, why didn’t you come again yesterday? The sale will be ended today (._.) ]
I sighed. This was the 732645283th time of her texting me with the same matter this week along. It wasn’t like strange or something as we’ve been texting since she declared me as the most loyal customer of the store. And since that time, she always texted me whenever the store had sales or just simply giving information about new releases in particular week.
[ Sorry Yuka-san, I think I’m saving up this time (^^) ]
I typed with regrets. Of course that was a finger-crossed answer anyway. Her offer really tempted me to come but I kept fighting my inner wants for a week with the fact that her boss was happened to be my favorite enemy named Kizaki Yuria! That’s just simply like sacrificing myself to the hungry lion lair if I swallowed my apprehension and kept my otaku side winning. However, Yuka-san didn’t know this and she didn’t need to know anyway.
Speaking of which, I didn’t see that rich girl at school lately. Not that I missed her, it’s just I was a bit curious whether she’s bored with the unmoving me and decided to seek another person to toying around or…I don’t know. Maybe she surrendered due to the stubbornness and uncompromised behavior of mine. Of course I regained back my contentment but now this just made me hard to bring myself to my most favorite place in this town knowing I’ll be just seeing her at anytime if I happened to shop around. I sighed again, should I go to another town’s bookstore just to quench my otaku thirst? That’d be a pain since I had to take bus plus I wouldn’t be getting any ‘special’ price just like I always got in her store.
[ Ahh that’s a pity. Wanna go out? ]
Eh? That’s just rare of Yuka-san. I mean, we indeed tend to befriend but we never going out for a coffee or such. And we only talked about anime and manga, nothing personal. Not knowing how to reply, I asked her back,
[ But Yuka-san has work today, hasn’t she? ]
Not even a minute passed, her reply came
[ Nope, I only work on weakdays. Where are you? ]
Why did I feel she’s a bit straightforward in her text…I mean it felt like she needed to talk to me about something directly...
[ I wanna eat Monjya…wanna join? ]
[ Wait…are you in Chinatown? ]
I was scared of myself that I felt everyone start attaching their GPS on me. They always magically knew where I was. After Yuria now Yuka-san. Okay, it was just me overthinking again.
[ Yes :) ]
[ Great! I’ll see you in ten seconds. ]
[ Wait…where are you?! :O Are you here too? ]
One minute…two minutes…no reply. It was definitely not ten seconds, Yuka-san.
[ xD I can’t find you. What are you wearing? ]
I was about to type the reply when my eyes accidentally caught a figure within ten meters ahead of me, busy holding her phone. I recognized that short hair and that ikemen face, Yuka-san.
“I’m just freaking here behind you and you can’t recognize me?” I poked her shoulder. She turned and made an expression between bemused and confused. Then she laughed,
“What a coincidence. I need something to eat too…”
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“Ne, why didn’t you come?”
I was about to take my third of the fried dough but I stopped as I needed to think a reasonable excuse. Then I remembered my previous answer in the text,
“I told you, I’m saving up.” Yuka-san took the spatula and flipped the dough, seemed she liked the burnt side more.
“What are you buying?” She blew the piece on her chopsticks before ate it with a hiss of delight as it still hot anyway.
“Umm…stuff?” I ordered the oji-chan one more as I saw the monjya in our grill was already half eaten and I was still hungry.
“I see…”
Then we continued eating without saying word for about ten minutes. While we ate in silence, I observed that Yuka-san always received a text every minute. She ate, phone vibrated, typed, ate, phone vibrated again and typed again and repeat. I wondered if it was her boyfriend?
“Yagami-san…uh can I call you by name anyway? That’s more convenient if you don’t mind.” Finally after some moment of quiteness, she spoke again. She paused her eating to grab the glass of tea nearby before drank all of the liquid in it. I only nodded. Then Yuka-san looked at me in the eyes,
“Yuria-sama…is serious about you Kumi-san.”
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To be continued... :)
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finally...an update...yay :onioncheer:
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Oh Yuria is serious? Great!
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Kuumin being a tsundere.. that's cute!
I'm glad u're adding Nishishi the ikemen..
This time she'll be KumiYuri matchmaker? :kekeke:
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what is the plan of Yuria?!
I can't guess what it is!! :doh:
Good chapter!! Nishishi is gonna be the cupido?? XD
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Ohh, I've been behind with this, but I finally got caught up :D
Ahh, Kumi's pretty lucky though, I wouldn't mind if Yuria stalked me LOL. Also, is that some wMatsui I'm sensing in the beginning of the chapter? If so, that makes me love this fanfic even more haha.
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wowowowowow, so yuria got into the real-deal with nishishi over her love for kuumin XDDD
but seems like yuria just getting started.. omg, i can't wait to see what she'll do to kuumin later :lol:
thank you for the update! amazing as always <3
ganbatte! :D
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I've been reading almost all of your fanfic, and this is a new pattern for me. It's hilarious!
Kuumin being tsundere and all :lol:
Waiting for the next update.
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@everyone thanks for reading and guessing the plot, hmm from this chapter what would Nishishi turn out to be? :lol: this chapter is just the beginning of the plot and i wonder if this fic is gonna be a long one... :huhuh i hope you dont mind. i never write SKE fic this intense and im really excited writing each chapter of this! :wub: love you all readers~~
@Sasshii sorry...no wmatsui this time :sweatdrop: but Jurina will take part a lot in this story...i guess? (oops a spoiler!)
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Let There Be Love
VII
“Seriously, do you even have to follow me to the freaking TOILET?!”
“This is the part of the job.”
I slammed the door closed in front of Yuka-san’s nose and exhaled. These all really hadn’t going to their end, at least not now. Just after I thought the anticlimax was going to over, the second wave came; bigger and worse than I expected. Now, when I finally walked freely without having her around, emerged another culprit that I thought I would never have a chance to get closer with; Nakanishi Yuka.
Then I remembered our conversation before we got here,
“Y-you know about us?!”
Yuka-san showed me her phone, where I could clearly see who she had been exchanging messages with all the time since we met,
“See? Yuria-sama wants me to look after you. She’s in a business trip overseas now.” Yuka-san closed the lid and put it back in her pocket. Then, as if nothing happened, she continued to eat while my mouth agaped like a confused retard. Oh, so that Kizaki girl is outta country now. That could explain her absence of lurking on me recently. Then in some moment of perplexity, I had to make sure what I just heard seconds ago was real and I wasn’t dreaming. Therefore, I pinched myself.
“What are you doing?!” Yuka-san stared at me strangely while I rubbed my sore cheek. It was real, and I wasn’t dreaming. Even without seeing, I knew Yuka-san’s eyes observed me as I started banging my head to the desk in desperation. After losing my mood to eat, I wondered if I started to lose my sanity as well.
“Stop! Stop that!” Yuka-san grabbed my shoulder and her eyes widened in admiration seeing my reddening forehead,
“Everyone’s looking at us!” She added in whisper. We both scanned the whole room and indeed, everyone’s pair of eyes was directly on us in an unfriendly gaze as if we had done something indecent in a public place. I saw Yuka-san slightly bowed her head to them as if saying ‘It’s okay! Nothing happened here!’
“Is that why you kept asking me to come to the store all week long?”
“Yea…” She scratched her unitchy head, “…that was part of the plan actually.”
“Thank God I didn’t co-“
“Because it’s weird to ask you to meet me in person. I should plan a great timing. You know…you’ll consider me creepy.”
“You ARE creepy now, Yuka-san.” to avoid more unwanted events in a day, I decided to end our bizarre conversation and paid the meal. I didn’t care if there’s still a lot of uneaten monjya in the pan, I let Yuka-san eat them all. Besides, all I wanted now is just go back home and get some good sleep. I’ve had enough for today.
“Are you trying to make me bored and leave you? Well, that’s not working.” A voice snapped me back to the present. I mumbled in resentment before decided to come out from this unhealthy place.
“Oh, great! Okay…” Yuka-san took out her phone again and began to type “Kumi…san…is…out…of…toilet…now.”
My eyes widened in horror and I snapped,
“STOP!! What do you think you’re doing?!” I tried to reach the phone she playfully waved in the air. Don’t tell me she was…reporting all my activities to her dear Ojou-sama?! I never felt so annoyed in life and yes, my privilege of privacy as a good citizen had been violently trespassed! If things kept going like this, Yuka-san could break Yuria’s record in my top ten must-hate list soon.
“Do you think this is funny?” my eyes bulged out seeing her giggled,
“This is such an interesting, well-paid job.” She clicked her tongue.
“HOW MUCH THAT FAT B*TCH PAID YOU?!” I shouted out loud as my nostrils flared with fury. I couldn’t take this anymore. I indeed usually act so calm and pretended everything didn’t happen and let them pass by the time going as everyone would forget it anyway. But not this time, I had reached my limit and Yuka-san just made it worse; she just awoken a sleeping beast inside of me.
Brief seconds passed and seemed my death glare and demise grip on her shoulders had no effect on her that she just kept muted and stared back at me as if asking me to look for the answer through her dark dilated pupils.
“Do you hate her that much?” Finally she spoke. I indeed hadn’t settled down and still having my possessive grip on her, but her question somehow tickled me in a certain amusement I couldn’t explain.
“Hate is a strong word…I just dislike her. Much. That much.” Then I heard a mocking scoff.
“Because of these all?”
“OF COURSE!” I was sure even everyone outside this public toilet could hear my voice. Thank God no one came to check out on us. Then I felt Yuka-san lower my hands off of her shoulders,
“Sorry.” One second, two seconds. My patience growing thin waiting for another sentence following that apology word in the next passed seconds but I received nothing but a courageous stare.
“Yuka-san, I thought we were friends.”
“Zannen, you should get to know her better.”
“You said that because she pays you.” I sent my coldest glare that still…seemed has no effect on her. Oh great, now I couldn’t deny my hatred growing bigger towards this person that at first, I wouldn’t expect would be taking any rules in this story.
“Wow. Is that why you don’t have any friend? No wonder.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Anyway Kumi-san…” She turned her direction, about to leave “…don’t badmouth Yuria-sama.”
I held my breath as I witnessed her walking towards the door, then her eyes met mine for seconds before she slammed the door shut and left me all alone,
“The only thing fat about her, is her paycheck. And this…is just the beginning.”
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“Yagami-senpai…I’ve liked you…since two years ago…”
“Sorry…but I don’t know you.”
I gasped out loud as I snapped my eyes open at the same time. I wasn’t lucky enough because right in that second, a direct hit from the sunlight through the window shot onto my eyes, blinding me instantly. Then I turned my back so I was facing the wall, so as to neutralize the temporary sightlessness after being attacked by the godly sunbeams. I cursed myself for not closing the damn curtain last night. You know, accidentally looking at the sun is felt the same as if when you’re trying to reply a text message from your phone in the middle of the night when you were asleep. You’ll make the same expression as I did now; seeing with one eye open.
After some moments of my random movements on the bed, in order to maintain myself properly, I sat up and leaned to the headboard. While burying my face in my knees and my hands grasped my already crumpled hair, my thoughts drifted back to what I just saw, or to be exact; what I had just dreamed of.
Yes, it was that dream again, the same dream that always appeared between my sleep for the past few days. At first I didn’t give a damn on it at all. But lately, its sounds became clearer, louder, and echoed all over my head again and again. No, it wasn’t any surreal or magical dreams that I should be scared of. In fact, it just irritated me more by the time the same conversation going on repeat in every night. Not that because it turned to be my trouble sleeping routine, but because it happened for real…several weeks ago.
Did you remember the part I was always going to tell you about me seeing her under a tree, outside the stadium?
So here’s the missing link,
It was cloudy and I guessed it was going to rain, but I kept practicing since everyone was still here and coach’s whistles still scolding around, giving every athlete indirect corrections and warnings. While in the hurdles girls team, we all almost done practicing so everyone was sitting around, relaxing their tensed muscles. Including me, I admitted myself doing a quite good job today. I finally managed to pass Jurina’s time in my last trial of match with her. For the reason that it was a massive energy-draining, I felt the need to be rewarded; at least some good bath and good sleep would do.
Coach said, it’s not good to immediately stop, stand, or sit still after running, because your legs will get cramped. Therefore you must relax its muscles by strolling around, about five or ten minutes. So I let myself cool down by circling around the sports ground, and saw some others did the exact same thing as me.
It’s not like I was distracted or something, but seeing a girl standing behind a tree for a long time like that surely makes everyone wants to check out on who it was. So yeah, like what I’ve told you before long ago, we made our real encounter. Not by accident, not by coincidence. It was just me who started this all. It was curiosity killed the cat.
I really wished we never talked. And Kizaki Yuria…never confessed to me.
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I never liked morning shower but since it was summer and my pores was developing a new hobby; emitting litres of sweat, I guessed taking one wouldn’t kill. As the water splashed my back like a rain of mild razorblades, I stared at my own two feet, as if waiting those body parts giving me a logical answer of what I was thinking right now.
“Yagami-senpai, I’ve liked you since two years ago…”
That voice again. No, it wasn’t ghost or supernatural thing. The sound just kept echoing in my head as my mind switched back to the dream again. For now it became worse since I felt like its sound fulfilling all around me, amplified by the bathroom tiled walls, and then slammed back to my head like it’s going to guide me to the end.
And what did she mean by two years ago? I haven’t even met her for anything sake! Two years ago I was a freshman…and she hadn’t even enrolled in this school yet. Or maybe…she already known me because I’m a steadfast customer of her store? But nah…it’s been two years and weeks ago she just shown up her nose as an owner. But, could it be…she’s been hiding all the time and what she said was true?!
I let a sound between a sigh and a moan as suddenly I felt dizziness in my head. Okay, looks like someone had been under the shower for forever. I needed to get out.
My Sunday morning was all the same. I spent mostly in my room, if Mom didn’t ask me out to help baking some sweets and cakes and deliver them to everyone. It indeed sounds so boring and lifeless. And I wondered how could I live with that kind of life for eighteen years…and survived.
“…min. Kuumin! Kuumin!”
“Ah! Yes?”
“What do you think you are doing? Look!”
Crap. I just realized I’ve been stirring the batter without even paying attention at it. Now almost half of that sweet mixture stained my apron and the table. I let out a guilty giggle as Mom sent her threatening glare of what I just did.
“What happened? You seem unusual today.”
“It’s the usual me.” I shrugged.
“I can never understand you.” She turned back to her unpeeled fruits with a sigh. “Anyway, clean that up and redo it.”
“Yes…”
That’s right. Even I rarely talked about myself to Mom. Actually, I never really talked to someone about it. Except when I should go to a doctor for my monthly examination, but that’s another story.
I lied about me being usual, of course. I was distracted by the thoughts of that dream again. It was too disturbing and the more I tried not to think about it, the more her face came into mind, and somehow…the more I’m feeling guilty. I didn’t know why is that.
After spending about three hours making a fruitcake in the kitchen, finally I got to the last task to send it to one of Mom’s colleagues; Aoyagi’s residence. This time was a bit far than usual, plus the hot weather outside was very intolerant. So I decided to take a bike.
The location seemed unfamiliar to me, so I was a bit confused and maybe I could get lost since I never went to this area before. While my right hand held the steer, my other gripped a piece of paper which was written the address that sometimes I peeked on. Wrapped in confusion, finally I decided to ask people passing by.
Really, I got lost. But luckily it was located only few blocks from where I was now.
Oh, shoot. It began to rain and I didn’t bring any raincoat or umbrella. I shouldn’t have disobeyed that weather girl on the TV this morning. But still, I think they can barely predict the weather since only twenty percent of their broadcasts are happening for real.
I enhanced my cycling speed since I felt the need of protecting the cake because the rain started to become hard by the time being. Just two more blocks, my vision began to get blur as the damp forelocks hanging around my right eye and the raindrops slapping me hard. Now I really regretted for belittling the forecast show Mom always listened on as I started feeling cold when my already soggy clothes stick onto my skin. The thing is, that time I was kind of losing focus on the road that I didn’t realize there was someone crossing the street…
My bike was tossed aside and we both yelled at the same time as I jumped to the side after we banged onto each other with a loud crash. Luckily the sports training I’ve been doing could help my reflex movement so I was okay with an abrupt accident like that. Suddenly I didn’t care anymore with my main mission today and began to worry if I happened to hurt whoever was that. I crawled closer to that person that lately I figured was a girl. She was looking for her umbrella that seemed accidentally hurled somewhere when we bumped.
“I-I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Kumi…senpai?!”
“Kizaki-san?!!!”
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Stay tune for the next update~~ writing it now :cow:
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Yaay updetto! :cow:
Oh my..Kuumin..whats wrong with you? :shocked
Ohwait, I think I can understand what Kuumin's feeling. I'll do that too, if someone stalking that bad :lol:
But to have Yuria as the stalker, is more than one can expected :drool:
Tsundere Kuumin continue..
And I thought this tsundere author should update more often too :twothumbs
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What a fantastic story :D :farofflook: & a tsuntsun kumi :ding: like it !! Looking forward for the next update :onioncheer:
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i love this fanfiction :wub:
yuria is so cute :luvluv1:
I would be happy if yuria were my stalker :mon ignore:
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“Seriously, do you even have to follow me to the freaking TOILET?!”
“This is the part of the job.”
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“Oh, great! Okay…” Yuka-san took out her phone again and began to type “Kumi…san…is…out…of…toilet…now.”
holy bananas... :shocked
now i'm kinda agree with kuumin, yuria's possessiveness is getting creepy..
but not that i hate it..
heck i would be more than happy to report it myself instead of letting nishishi texts her. :cathappy:
ahem, okay that's just me and my disgusting whipped-self, i'm sorry :bow:
subarashi as always! and the fact that the entire story just start "unpacking" here leaves me with high anticipation :D
do update soon, LeNosferatu-san! :heart:
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Uh oh, I don't mind if Yuria is my stalker.
But yeah, I'd be acting like Kuumin like that; since it's really annoying :lol:
Nishishi, seriously just how much did Yuria pay for you? XD
Waiting for the next update, I don't mind if it's being long since I like your writing style!
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Kumi freaking out is just too hilarious!
And Nakanishi text message Yuria about everything is even more funnier!
Yuria have been falling in love with Kumi for 2 years already but how come she was really persistent right now?
Hm curious thank you for your update!
ArígatoU! :kneelbow:
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Nakanishi is a really good spy hahahahhahah!
Yuria girl! you are dangerous! XDD
OMG Yuria!! she has been in love with Kumi
for a long! :farofflook:
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hah! kumi is definitely missing her stalker :P
shes starting to develop feelings! yes yes yes hahahh!!
okay nakanishi you got paid for stalking kumi..thats just EPIC!
well ill love it if i had yuria stalk me xD haha
thanks for the updates!
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Oh meeting under the rain~
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Yay finally updating~~ *clapping*
@Everyone Thanks for reading and the comments! Hope you dont mind with the long story and sorry for the long awaiting update cause college starts this months :sweatdrop: and another personal problems :nervous ahh and so i think everyone wants a stalker like Yuria~~ (me too :banghead:)
@ScarletWings lol exactly! these chapters youve been read were just only the beginning hahaha. more problems following~~ (oops spoiler) :lol:
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Let There Be Love
VIII
“You agai-“
“Senpai!!”
My eyes instantly widened in disbelief as she jumped and encircled her arms around my waist. Her head against my stomach, her sodden locks covering her face, and her body was shaking. I tried to struggle letting myself off of her but it just made the seize tightened and I started feeling eerie around my waist. What kind of ambush was this?! Freaking one universe, ten planets, seven seas, seven continents, 204 countries but I still had no place where I wouldn’t have bad luck to meet this girl! After all the stalking thingy, befriending with Mom, riding on me when I was asleep, going out for a meal, even paying Yuka-san to do whatever she demanded that has to do with me, now she dared to touch me so closely like this! What kind of plan she would be doing this time?!
“LET THE HELL GO!!”
“No!”
I was sure everyone passing by would think we both were idols and in the middle of some drama shooting. It was very likely since the rain, the way we both sat on the ground, the way she hugged me like a lost lover, and the way we shouted to each other supporting the ambiance. Finally I managed to break free but something seemed strange when I observed her condition.
“Kizaki-san…”
It was hard to tell whether it was the rain or tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. If it was the rain, then the theory didn’t suit how I could hear a faint sound of sobbing between the loud thuds of the downpour. Then in that second I felt somewhere in my chest twinge and the next time I knew was, my body moved on its own.
Without any words, I helped her propping herself up and as if hypnotized, all my anxiety and displeased feelings suddenly gone somewhere and instead, I somehow felt like having compassion towards this girl. She then sat on the passenger seat on my bike and I let her to hold my waist from the back before I started cycling to, wherever I might possibly find a shelter in the middle of this rain. I could feel her head leaned against my back, and her arms wrapped tighter as I rowed faster. Being touched so closely like this again, I wondered I didn’t feel really disturbed or disgusted anymore. And as if driven by something unseen, my feet just brought us back to my home.
It was as if I had two different personalities occupied my body that all I did that day was so out of my character. It was all happening too fast, even to my standards. All I remembered was, I saw her on her uncharacteristically vulnerable side for the first time, so well hidden behind her cheerful and mischievous expression she always had, and somehow the icebox where my heart used to be started to melt and leaving me tranquil which somehow was the main cause behind all my deeds. Not that I denied this feeling instead, even I wasn’t sure whether she just put on an act again just to gain my attention or she was just experienced something that I could tell whatever it was isn’t right by just looking; I felt the need to take care of her. It’s like…I could just be my usual self and leaving her here alone but somehow I just couldn’t. And I didn’t know why.
My body began to shiver cold as I opened garage to park my bike. I stole a glance at Yuria who was now standing beside me, her arms folded on either side of her body; feeling cold as well. No wonder since we’ve been under the rain for about fifteen minutes. More than this, someone should be sent to hospital due to pneumonia. Then our dripping bodies moved to the front door and I realized, after knocking times, Mom wasn’t at home.
“Damn!” I kicked the wooden material. At time like this, where’s she anyways? Must be delivering azuki (azuki=red beans) pie to Grandma since she was planning to do so. Luckily Mom always put the spare key under the door mat but that wasn’t the problem I’m talking about. The thing is, I just realized that I just brought myself a hungry animal I’d been avoiding at, to my own lair. And without Mom’s presence here…what happened weeks ago when she climbed on me when I was asleep might be happened again. Oh dang, I started to shiver again. And strangely it wasn’t a result of cold.
So tell me where do I start. Ever since we entered my house, everything became thousand times scarier and awkward and I didn’t know why I just couldn’t look or turning my head to her as if looking at her is hazardous. Still without talking, I just let her sat there, on the couch in the living room while I made myself busy making some tea in the kitchen. Once in a while, I glanced at her who was now paying attention at my family portrait on the wall.
“Here,” I put a cup of tea on the table, “warm yourself up.”
“Thank you.” She simply answered and started drinking it slowly. I could hear a faint sound of gulping as she drank. While I stood there like a statue observing her, I remembered something important; she was drenched and so was I.
I ran upstairs to my room before she finished the tea. Hurriedly I grabbed some towels and ran back to living room,
“Dry your hair.” I shortly stated while shoving the towel. She just oddly sitting there, gave me an odd stare as if seeing something extraterrestrial. And in fact, I knew deep down there she must be wondering why was I doing this. Why was I being this kind.
“Senpa-“
“Shut up and take it.” No, I wasn’t going to let her deeming me kind or as a final point accept her presence in my life. I finally realized my real self was taking over this time. At least, it could control my actions over this unexplainable pace of heartbeat I’ve been feeling all the time.
Evading my sight on her eyes, I looked at her shoulders. Something a bit weird here, I continued to examine her condition and blushed instantly as I could see her white bra through her soaked blouse. It’s not like something I had never seen before and we’re both girls anyway also I had already seen so many naked girls in the changing room after the club activities ended but this time I felt like I shouldn’t look. I turned my head away as my cheeks blazing while trying to arrange some sentences. Crap, what’s wrong with me?!
“G-go change and take a bath. The bathroom is down the hall to the right.”
“But Kumi-senpai, you too!”
“Just go.” She didn’t have to worry about me anyway, as I could use the bathroom upstairs.
“…okay”
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Was it just me showering that fast or she was asleep in the bath or what? I kept rubbing the towel against my half drying hair while walking downstairs and found out that none of her figure in the living room. My body felt lighter as I had myself change in black tees and plaid pajama pants; way better than the drenched attire I wore before. Then still with the towel around my neck, I threw myself to the sofa and let my back’s muscles to relax. I grabbed the TV remote and switched on some music channels while waiting for her to come out.
Even though the channel was currently playing my favorite music video, I couldn’t even focus on it any second as my brain was occupied with something else. Everyone could see I gaped at the monitor with a blank stare. I was thinking about “why did I even doing this?” I meant, I could just get back to my room and sleep rather than staying to check her condition. Or let her sitting alone here waiting for the rain to subside. But an unseen power kept telling me the opposite and I couldn’t help but obey. I knew there’s something wrong with me now that I wasn’t able to figure it out; I just wanted to make sure she was okay.
My eyes switched from the screen to the source where a voice of the door creaking open and suddenly a familiar heat crawled to my cheeks. Yuria walked out the bathroom holding her clammy clothes while nearly covered in nothing except the towel I gave her before. As she stepped closer I mentally gulped since I could see the water drops rolled along from her damp hair down to her pale chest and disappeared into her cleavage. I immediately turn my sight back to the television while trying to cast away some dirty minds I had for a brief seconds. No matter how hard I strived to concentrate my mind at the commercial break in the screen, her scent all over the room made my common sense turned into hazy mush.
“A-are you done?” I controlled my voice at the sane level since I felt it was shaking a bit. Hearing no reply, I looked at her again who was now walking forward with a weird pace---almost like a drunkard; lately I realized her face a blunt red and one other hand held her head. I threw away all my hesitance and ran at her as I sure she wasn’t in a good condition.
“Hey. Are you okay?”
“Um…” She looked up at me slowly. Her eyes looked tired. I didn’t know what to do until I felt an unusual heat radiate all over her body. I knew I would regret this later but I put my forehead on hers and what I thought was true, she had a high fever.
“Senpai…” I snapped back as I heard her soft whimper and hurriedly stepped backwards. Suddenly, without knowing why, her face became redden than before.
“I’m taking you to the bed.”
“S-senpai?!”
“Shut up. You need some sleep.”
“Oh…I th-“
“Whatever you had in mind. I’M NOT A HENTAI.” I took the clothes in her grip and ran to the washroom before tossing them to the wash machine. Then I ran upstairs to my room, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a plain white shirt that might fit her. I came back down quickly and still with my chest heaving for air, I gave them to her.
“Wear these.”
Yuria was about to take but stopped as her hand retreated back to her head. She bit her lips and her eyes closed as she let out a pained moan again. I watched with anticipation and deliberately guided her to the couch as I knew she must be feeling dizzy standing up for too long. Before we even reached the couch, I felt she swayed. Everything would be easy and I would take her to bed immediately if she fainted backwards and not like this! A common warmth spread all over my face as I felt my body and her half-naked ones against each other and her face was only inches away from mine. If it wasn’t because of my suddenly throbbing heartbeat, her weight wouldn’t be a problem for me to bring her to bedroom. But in reality, my hands on her shoulders started shaking nervously and my legs weaken in seconds with the result we both fell with her on top of me. I didn’t know why I even held my breath the time I feel her hot skin upon mine, her hair like curtain spreading all over my chest, and her warm breaths attacking my neck. My mind was too busy fighting unexplainable feelings inside that I didn’t care anything happened around me and so I didn’t notice someone unlocked the front door before made her way in.
“I’m home!”
That voice sounded like a whip to me and I suddenly regained my common sense back. I really forgot that nobody home when we were in and now she came back. My Mom’s back.
I saw her eyes widened in shock as she saw two bodies laying on the floor. Her mouth in a large “O” like she was about to shout or something. I prepared myself to hear whatever comes from that aged lips.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Mom…I can explain…”
One more “it’s not what it’s like” moment. Sigh.
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Thanks for reading and pls waiting for the next chapter XD (this fic is REALLY just the foreplay lolz it's going to be a looong one)
PS: Thanks to We Are The In Crowd :)
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aaaghhh the last part...
and love the way you end it..
good luck explaining to your mother Kumin
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GAHH!!
H-HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT!?
.... And to think you cut it down just when the best part of "kuumin you're so dead" moment being so awesomely unfolds.... *cries a river*
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Aaaaahahah, I really like the ending. Nice chapter! :sashiko:
Should I say 'poor Kuumin' or 'lucky Kuumin' for that?
This chapter made ma wanna add Yuria's Nante Bohemian to add some more impacts lol
Waiting for the next update!
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Aw yeah! A nice update!!!
But..... Why it's not a long update? I just can't get enough of KumixYuria.....
Hope you'll update soon^^
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When I thought you were in the middle of your college orientation, and here you are updating :lol:
It's a great progress in Kuumin, she started to feeling weird.. yay :cow:
But in reality, my hands on her shoulders started shaking nervously and my legs weaken in seconds with the result we both fell with her on top of me. I didn’t know why I even held my breath the time I feel her hot skin upon mine, her hair like curtain spreading all over my chest, and her warm breaths attacking my neck. My mind was too busy fighting unexplainable feelings inside that I didn’t care anything happened around me and so I didn’t notice someone unlocked the front door before made her way in.
It's just me.. or this is really the best part? :oops:
It's really getting hot :)
And after the best part.. you just splashing cold water with Kuumin's mom going home scene :lol:
Great as always..
Take your time, and update as soon as you can ok :)
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Haha,, the last moment :shakeit:
Kuumin, don't lie to yourself,, :smhid :smhid and just tell Yuria that u love her :)
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The last part was funny!! Hahaha! :lol: its getting really exciting now!! XD please update soon!! :inlove: :cathappy: :mon crazyinlove: :gmon love2: :ptam-glow:
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Hahahaha!!!!!! I wonder if her mom will believe her xD
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What an embarrassing situation xDDD
I really like KumiYuri! Please continue it soon! :3
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:wub:
Damn i want an update already! :inlove:
Kumi is so cold but know she being really cute and kind! :wub:
please update soon! :cow:
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UPDDAAAAAATEEEEEEEE!! :bow:
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Till now im still waiting for the update! :panic: i really love thie story and im excited to read the next chapter!! :ptam-cry: :wriggly: :luvluv1: please update it alreadyyyy :mon cry: :mon whine: :mon sweat: :mon innocent:
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please update!!! <3 love this pair~ They are so cuteeee pls update soon~ ::D thank you for this wonderful fanfic!
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Fe-san, please update soon!
I can't bear it after Kuumin announced her graduation several minutes ago :banghead:
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author-san, please update,, it's been 1 month :huhuh :huhuh
I can't bear it after Kuumin announced her graduation several minutes ago :banghead:
I can't bear it too,, :banghead: :banghead:
but i know she has a good reason,, keep support her btw
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I wanna die now after knowing from kumi that she will graduate, i think i cant take it anymore!!
I will be missing her and the kumiyuri!! So please update this already to lessen the pain that the fans feel now :(
We need you to update this fic. Pleasee update soon :(
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Fe-san, please update soon!
I can't bear it after Kuumin announced her graduation several minutes ago :banghead:
I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT! T ^ T
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:OMG: I didn't comment on your update? Now I feel bad :badluck:
That was a little embarrassing for Kumis mom to come home such an appropriate time :lol:
Waiting patiently for next update :panic:
Now that Kumi announced her graduation it makes me crave more for this fic.
ArígatoU! :kneelbow:
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Hello! i really really like your fic, you're not going to continue? :(
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Hello! i really really like your fic, you're not going to continue? :(
TT Me too Please continue i am waiting patiently for this~
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please update
I'm curious
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Dear, Author!
I don't know the last time you updated, but please update.
I really can't wait anymore!
Please update soon, I want to know what will happen.
Even if its a short update, I would be really happy
^~^
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Eru saan.. Please update this. TwT please pleaseeee :bow: I love how you write tsundere kuumin here.. Please please.. I beg you :bow:
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PLS UPDATE SOON!!!!
I read it in one go and i love it
and reading this fic makes me
loving kumi again
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...plz update... (somehow, this fic has given me inspiration to write KumiYuri...)
It's been over a year...
(not forcing ya~ salutes)
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...plz update... (somehow, this fic has given me inspiration to write KumiYuri...)
It's been over a year...
(not forcing ya~ salutes)
true, we are not forcing but deep inside we are hoping :cow: :cow: :cow:
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Kumiyuri kumiyuri kumiyuri kumiyuri kumiyuri KUMIYURI KUMIYURI!! AGHH :gyaaah: PLEASE UPDATE SOON :pleeease: I WAIT FOR THE UPDATE LIKE FROM A YEAR AGO :kneelbow:
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Hello this is me :lol:
Umm actually I put this on Discontinued state since my old laptop burnt :nervous, right now I'm doing a Light Novel Project of WMatsui so it cant be disturbed with any other works. But I've put in thought I will continue LTBL someday and leave the other works discontinued. Thank you :deco:
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:cry: :cry: :cry: hwaaaahhhh!! Please Update This :fainted: :fainted:
:pleeease: :pleeease: UPDATE THIS I LOVE KUMI/YURIA :luvluv2: :luvluv2:
:farofflook: :farofflook: I always visit this Story But it never Update :grr: :grr: :grr: what Happen ?? :scolding:
:prayers: I will keep waiting till you Update this.. :on cny1: :on cny1:
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I'm gonna wait for this fic to be updated.... :( :( :(
I love Kumiyuri so much.... :cry: :cry: :cry: