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Title: Sasshii's OS Collection [Saving [RinoRie] 05/14]
Post by: Sasshii on November 12, 2013, 08:00:36 AM

Hello everyone o/ it's my first time writing a fanfic in a very long time so I decided to start out small and write a simple one shot.

Moral Fiber [Furuyanagi, Nakanishi Yuka x Furukawa Airi, RenaChuri]

Laughter.

The cramped room was filled with the sounds of laughter and loud chatter. It echoed in Airi's ears and made her head thump erratically. If Yuka hadn't dragged her out of the apartment, she would still be buried under the comforts of her sheets, the only place where she could find her peace again. Airi frowned and rubbed her temples in an attempt to get rid of the growing pressure in her skull.

“Airin, are you alright?” Yuka whispered to the shorter girl, her face filled with slight worry. Airi looked up from her scarcely touched bottle of beer, “I'm fine,” she answered, looking back down at the table. Yuka frowned unsatisfied and placed her hand on the other girls shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Airi found comfort in the touch. It was filled with warmth and reminded her of her. “It's okay to miss her,” Yuka stated taking a large gulp of her beer, “You guys were together for a long time. It'd be weirder if you didn't miss her,” she reassured.

The longer haired girl nodded in understanding, still not looking up at her companion. Yuka sighed sadly before giving the other girl one last pat on the back and turning to make conversation with the others that were seated with them. Seeing that the attention was off of her Airi went back to fiddling with the paper label on her beer bottle and letting her thoughts wander. She was grateful that her friends were attempting to cheer her up by bringing her out, but it didn't help ease the pain. Only one person could do that, and she was gone.

“Hey Airin, we're gonna go out for karaoke. Do you wanna come with?” Nanako asked, approaching the older girl.

“Nah, I think I'll sit this one out guys.” Airi answered, finally looking up from the table at the small group of her friends that had surrounded around her.

Nanako smiled sadly at Airi before mimicking Yuka earlier and gently squeezing the older girls shoulder, “Alright Airin, don't think about it too much. Goodnight.”

Airi nodded before waving the group goodbye. Once her friends were out the door, Airi chugged down the rest of her beer before leaving a small tip at the counter, throwing on her jacket and heading towards the exit. The cold wind whipped relentlessly at Airi's face as soon as she walked out of the dingy bar that Yuka had dragged her to. The girl shivered slightly and brought the jacket around her form tighter.

During her trek back home, Airi stopped at the park that the two of them used to frequent at. Back when they were still together, back when they were still happily in love. Airi sat at one of the benches that were scattered around the park and mindlessly traced the designs on the handle.  She could still remember the feeling of the other girls arms wrapped tight around waist, her warm breath on her neck, her soft voice flooding her ears. Airi had memorized every detail about the other girl, had it engrained in her brain so that she would never forget. The dark haired girl chucked to herself quietly. 'It's hard to forget a girl like her', Airi thought to herself bitterly. 

Laughter.

Her laughter, just as she remembered. Airi's head shot up, eyes frantically searching around the greenery until she spotted the familiar figure. Her hair had grown longer, but everything else was still the same as she remembered from months ago. Airi smiled wryly when she noticed the unfamiliar figure walking next to Akane's. The older girl watched as Akane threw her head back in laughter at something her black haired companion had said. She watched as Akane wrapped her arms tight around the other girls arm. She watched as the taller girl pressed an intimate kiss to Akane's forehead before smiling widely. She watched until her eyes stung and her chest was heavy. She watched until Akane walked out of her line of view and out of her life again.

The dark haired girl clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes. Airi didn't know exactly what she was expecting. Perhaps a part of her hoped that Akane was going to come back to her, hold her in her arms and kiss away all the pain and hurt that accumulated within her. Airi laughed to herself softly, 'such silly thoughts.'

It had been half a year since their breakup and months since they had last spoken. It was expected that Akane would find someone else, someone who would make her happy and not break her heart like Airi had. She knew that Akane deserved someone better and that letting her go was one of the best choices that Airi had made, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

“Somehow, I knew that I would find you here.” A familiar voice said teasingly.

Airi smiled knowingly, opening her eyes to see Yuka standing in front of her, two cans of instant coffee in her gloved hands. The short haired girl sat next to the longer haired girl and handed her one of the cans. Airi smiled and gratefully took the gift in her cold hands. “I thought you went out for karaoke with the rest of them?” The older girl questioned, popping open the can and taking a tentative sip of the warm liquid.

Yuka copied the girl and took a sip from her can as well before answering, “It got boring. Besides, I can't go out and have a good time knowing that my best friend is out here moping all by herself,” the younger girl chuckled.

“You should have stayed,” Airi stated playing with the top of her can, “Yuria is probably the one moping around now that you're gone.”

“Probably,” Yuka shrugged, “but right now you're the one that I want to be with.” The short haired girl said the tone of her voice changing, “I'm worried about you.”

“W-woried? You shouldn't be worried about me, I'm fine.” Airi said, voice cracking slightly.

Yuka frowned and set her can of coffee down besides her, “No you're not and I'm tired of hearing you lie and say that you are. You haven't been fine since you left Akane.” The short haired girl gripped Airi's chin and forced the older girl to look at her, “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you're fine.”

Airi swallowed nervously as Yuka's dark brown eyes pierced her own. “I-I...” Airi fidgeted, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You're not fine, Airin.” Yuka's gaze softened as she moved her hand to gently cup the older girls cheek.

Airi finally lost control of her emotions and let the welled up tears flow freely down her face, “I'm sorry, Yuka.” The older girl cried softly, placing her hand on top of the other girls, “I miss her so much. It hurts so bad to see her happy with someone else. Even though I should be happy for her, all it does is make me miserable. Am I a bad person for wishing that she feels just as sad as I do?”

The short haired girl pulled Airi into a embrace, breathing in her scent, “Airin, you're anything but. You're such a beautiful person, it breaks my heart to see you suffer like this. Let me be the one who helps you.” Yuka paused and gently ran her hands through the other girls hair. “I love you so much, Airin.” The younger girl whispered tenderly, tears falling from her own eyes.

Title: Fall [KumiYuri]
Post by: Sasshii on November 16, 2013, 09:30:17 AM

Her laugh. Her voice. Her smile. Her lips. Her everything. Kumi loved everything about Yuria. The way her voice slightly squeaked when she talked about something that excited her. The adorable way her face scrunched up when she worked on a particularly difficult math problem. How warm her hand felt in Kumi's. How one smile could send Kumi's heart into somersaults. 

Kumi smiled softly to herself as she watched the girl sitting across from her. Yuria looked up from the ice cream that she was previously preoccupied with and smiled back at Kumi before returning her attention to eating the frozen dessert. “Yuria?”

“Hm? What is it Kumi?” Yuria asked looking back up at the other girl with questioning eyes.

“I-uh...” Kumi shifted her eyes around the shop nervously as she felt the other girl's eyes on her, “you look uh, really nice today.” She finished lamely. 'I'm so dumb! What the hell kind of compliment was that?' Kumi yelled to herself in her head.

The younger girl giggled and leaned her head on her hand gazing up at the older girl, “You're so cute, Kuuchan.” Yuria said teasingly dragging out the syllables in the other girl's name.

Kumi widened her eyes and hastily stuffed a large bite of ice cream into her mouth. She instantly regretted the decision when the brain freeze took effect. The short haired girl made a weird face and let out a pained noise.

Yuria laughed and waited for the other girl to recover before pointing to the corner of Kumi's mouth, “You still have some ice cream right there.” She said, grabbing a tissue, moving closer and wiping away the cream from the side of the blushing girls face.

“T-Thank you.” Kumi stammered feeling the heat rising up in her face. “Yuria, I-” Kumi started but was cut off by the loud, cheerful tone of Yuria's phone signaling a new message.

“Ah, it's Yuka.” Yuria said excited and quickly opened the message, her entire face lighting up. Kumi watched as Yuria's eyes scanned through the message, her smile growing bigger with every second that passed. “I'm sorry, Kuuchan. Yuka asked if I wanted to go on a date with her now. You don't mind do you?”

Kumi cleared her throat, “No, I don't mind at all. She is your girlfriend after all.” She answered forcing a smile and making a shooing notion towards the door.

Yuria smiled brightly at the older girl and quickly threw on her coat. “Thank you so much, Kuuchan. I swear I'll make it up to you! I'll take you out for ramen soon!” The long haired girl promised, giving Kumi a quick hug before running out the door.

The short haired girl let her smile fall as soon as she watched the other girl leave the shop. Kumi let out a loud sigh and mixed around the now melted ice cream in her bowl with her plastic spoon. Kumi loved everything about Yuria, but sometimes she really hated how hard Yuria made her fall for her.

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Kumi's never hated Yuka despite the fact that she “stole” Yuria away from her. It was the opposite really, Kumi actually liked talking to Yuka and she was content with the two of them dating as long as Yuka treated her best friend right. However, when Kumi was holding the sobbing mess of her best friend in her arms, she decided to immediately reverse the positive opinion she had on Yuka.

Kumi laid in bed staring up at the white ceiling. It was another sleepless night for the short haired girl. She breathed in deeply before rolling over and groaning into her pillow. She hadn't been able to sleep properly for weeks. Not when her childhood friend was constantly running through her thoughts. “Ah, I want to see her.” Kumi whispered to herself, hugging her pillow tightly to her chest.

The loud shrill of Kumi's ring tone interrupted her thoughts, the black haired girl shot up from her bed and clumsily reached for her phone that was resting on her night stand. Yuria's name blinked repeatedly on the incoming call screen and Kumi hurriedly pressed the button to accept the call.  “Hello?” Silence. “Yuria?”

Kumi heard muffled sounds in the background for a few seconds before Yuria's voice spoke through the speakers, “K-Kumi.”

The short haired girl knew something was wrong as soon as she heard the tone of her friend's voice. “Yuria, what's wrong?” She asked worriedly.

“I know it's late right now, but can I come over? I need you.” Yuria responded her voice shaking.

“Yeah, of course.” Kumi answered immediately getting up from her bed and walking out to the living room.

There was a couple more seconds of muffled sounds in the background before Yuria responded again, “Thank you.” She answered shortly before hanging up. Kumi set her phone down and sank down into the brown leather couch. She hardly had time to gather her thoughts before quiet knocks cut through the silence.

Kumi quickly got up and threw open her door, “Yuria, are you alright?” the girl spewed out as soon as she opened the door. Instead of an answer, Kumi was greeted with the other girl throwing herself at her in a tight embrace. The older girl was surprised at first but eventually wrapped her arms around the crying girl.

The two girls stayed in this position for a few minutes before Yuria broke away from the embrace. “Sorry for bothering you so late at night.” The girl apologized, wiping her face with the sleeve of her jacket.

“It's alright, I was awake anyways.” Kumi reassured taking the long haired girl's hand in hers and squeezing it tightly.

“Yuka broke up with me.” Yuria said plainly, a new batch of tears falling down her face. “She said that she realized that all she really felt for me was just friendship.”

Kumi glanced at the crying girl and felt the anger rise up in her. She clenched her fists tightly. That idiot. She never should have asked Yuria out if she wasn't sure about her feelings in the first place. “I'm sorry.” Kumi said, placing her hand on Yuria's cheek and tenderly brushing away the tears that fell from her eyes. Yuria closed her eyes and leaned into her touch.

“Kumi.” Yuria breathed, opening her eyes and gazing up at the taller girl, her eyes serious. Kumi looked at the other girl curiously, Yuria hardly ever called her Kumi ever since they became close friends.

“Yuria?” She questioned, dropping her hand from the other girl's face and letting it rest at her side again.

“Do you love me, Kumi?” Yuria asked softly, her gaze tense.

Kumi felt her heart start to race, “O-of course I love you, you're my best friend.” She stammered, swallowing nervously.

Yuria frowned slightly and moved closer towards the taller girl, Kumi tried to back up and inwardly groaned when her back hit the closed door preventing her from going  further. “That's not what I meant.” Yuria paused, still maintaining eye contact, “I meant, do you love me as more than a friend?”

“I-I, uh.” It was getting difficult for Kumi to breath with the way that her heart beat violently against her chest and it didn't help that the distance between the two girls was close to none.

“Answer the question, Kumi. Please tell me that I'm not wasting my time loving you.” Yuria pleaded, her eyes desperate.

Kumi's eyes widened in shock at the unexpected confession. “Yuria.” Kumi mummered, “I love you.” As soon as the word's left her mouth, Yuria's lips were on hers. The older girl closed her eyes and returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around the shorter girls waist and pulling her closer.

Yuria was the first one to break away from the kiss, breathing heavily she rested her head against Kumi's chest. “I love you, Kuuchan.” Yuria whispered. The taller girl smiled softly and lightly pressed a kiss against Yuria's forehead.

Kumi's never hated Yuka. Right now, Kumi was a little grateful that Yuka threw Yuria back into her arms again. Kumi vowed that she would stop at nothing to piece back together Yuria's heart.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Four Times 11/19 (KumiYuri)]
Post by: Sasshii on November 19, 2013, 07:24:47 AM

Hello friends o/ Another KumiYuri here. Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. Any constructive criticism is welcome!

Four Times [KumiYuri]

Summary: It only took Kumi four meetings to fall in love with Yuria.
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The first time Kumi met Yuria it wasn't by chance or fate. Rather, it was her father who pushed Yuria right to Kumi.

“Miss Yagami.” Kumi looked up from her paperwork to see one of her family's numerous employee's standing in front of her desk, “Your father has requested to see you in his office at once.”

Kumi set her pen down and nodded, “Understood. Thank you.” She replied shortly, getting up, flattening out her black pencil skirt and briskly walking down to the end of the hallway towards her father's office.

“Ah, Miss Yagami, the president is expecting you.” The secretary greeted, quickly getting up from her chair and leading Kumi to the giant oak doors that separated the secretary's office from her father's. Kumi nodded towards the older women in appreciation and opened the doors.

“Kumi. Come.” Her father commanded as soon as the girl walked into the room. Her father was a man in his late 50's, the age evident on his face from years of working in a high stress environment. Kumi didn't particularly dislike her father – he was, after all, the reason why she was able to attend a highly prestigious school – but she was not particularly fond of the man as well. Kumi walked towards her father and took notice of the two guests that were seated across from the chairman.

Mr. Yagami cleared his throat before speaking, “Kumi, this is Mr. Kizaki, he's the CEO and chairman of K&M industries.” Mr. Kizaki looked to be a man in his early 40's with a hard, stoic face. He nodded at Kumi in acknowledgment. “This is his daughter, Ms. Kizaki Yuria.” Kumi looked at the girl and her breath caught in her throat.  She was young, maybe a year or so younger than Kumi, with long ivory hair that was framed around her round face, making her look even younger. Kumi had seen numerous cute girls in her lifetime, but something about the other girl made the blood rush to Kumi's face.

Yuria rose from her seat and offered her hand towards Kumi, a large smile on her face “It's nice to meet you, Ms. Yagami.”

The taller girl nervously nodded and shakily took the other girl's hand in her's in a firm handshake, “I-It's nice to meet you as well, Ms. Kizaki.”

The chairman cleared his throat for a second time, “Please sit, Kumi.” he motioned towards the chair next to Yuria's. Kumi promptly let go of Yuria's hand, a slight blush adorning her face.

“What have you called me here for, father?” Kumi asked curiously, settling in her seat.

“Mr. Kizaki and I agreed that it would be beneficial for both of our companies if you and Ms. Kizaki were to marry.” The chairman said simply.

“What?!” Kumi exclaimed in protest “Father, I don't want to marry her, I hardly know her.”

The chairman gave Kumi a stern look, “You have no choice in the matter, Kumi. This is for the company.”

“But, father-”

Kumi's father raised his hand silencing his daughter. “Enough. If you refuse to marry Ms. Kizaki then I will forbid you from inheriting the company and you will no longer be a daughter of mine. This decision is final.”

The defeated girl sank back in her chair in disbelief. 20 years old and about to be married off to a girl that she barely knew. Glancing over at the other girl who had kept silent during the ordeal, she wondered if her father had already told her the news.

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“Father! I can't marry someone who I don't know. I don't want to!” Kumi exclaimed, trying to hold in her anger, after the two guests left.

The chairman sighed, arranging the papers neatly on his desk, before speaking calmly but firmly, “Think of this as a charity case, Kumi. You don't have to love her, you don't have to be friends with her, you don't even have to talk to her. It's just a formality marriage. You're free to date whoever you wish, as long as the press doesn't find out about it.”

“But, father, I don't understand. The company will be fine even if I don't marry her.” Kumi argued, “Our stocks are doing well, they've almost doubled from last year.”

“It's not about our company. I'm sorry for making you do this, but I owe a debt to Mr. Kizaki and this is what he asked for in return.”

“So pay off the debt then! We have more than enough money.”

“I'm sorry, Kumi, but this is not a debt that can simply be paid off with money.”

_____

The second time Kumi met Yuria she found herself still bewildered that she was expected to marry this complete stranger. She hypothesized that maybe if she spent more time with the other girl then it would be easier for her to accept this marriage.

“I'm sorry that you were forced to accompany me on my errands, Ms. Yagami.”

“I've told you that just Kumi is fine.” Kumi frowned, examining the different types of dry noodles that were stacked neatly on the shelves, “and it's fine really, I don't mind. Besides, it gives me some time to get to know my fiance better.”

Yuria hummed softly to herself, “If that's the case, then you have to call me Yuria too.”

“Yuria.” Kumi smiled, “It feels like we're closer already.”

“Don't get too excited, Kumi.” Yuria teased, smiling back, “I don't fall easily.”

“Heh, I didn't expect that you would.” Kumi chuckled, trailing behind the other girl, “I don't either.”

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“The marriage date is coming closer.” Kumi noted, taking a sip of her coffee.

The short haired girl sitting across from her nodded thoughtfully, stroking her chin with her hand, “And how do you feel about this?”

Kumi laughed shortly, setting the cup down, “What are you my therapist?”

“Dr. Nakanishi has a nice ring to it doesn't it?” Yuka chuckled “Is she cute?”

“She's very cute. Much too cute for me.” Kumi admitted, mindlessly stirring her coffee, watching the milky liquid spin around the cup endlessly.

Yuka gasped in mock shock, “Cuter than you? Now I have to meet her.”

“Idiot.” Kumi laughed, gently slapping her friend's arm.

“What is she like? Tell me more about her, I'm curious now.” Yuka asked, resting her head on her hand.

Kumi sighed before taking another sip of her coffee, “I don't know much about her. I've only talked to her a couple of times. I don't really know anything about her, besides what my father told me.”

Yuka chuckled, “I'm sure you'll get to know her better eventually, and knowing you, you might even get her to-” The older female paused before smirking and nudging her friend's shoulder, “fall for you?”

The younger girl blushed and glared at her friend, “Who said I wanted her to fall for me?”

“Oh please. You hardly call anyone cute, everyone to you is just average. For you to call her 'super cute' , she must have stolen your heart or something.”

“H-hardly. I call lots of people cute, I'm just very selective.” Kumi stammered, “You're the idiot who's going around, calling all the girls cute and breaking their hearts.”

“Fair enough.” The older female smirked, “But, man, I can't believe it. My best friend is getting married and I won't even get to be the bridesmaid.” Yuka complained, lightly pinching Kumi's cheek.

The dark haired girl snorted, slapping away her friend's hand “You? Bridesmaid? Although, I will admit, seeing you in a dress would be pretty amusing.”

“Hey!” Yuka exclaimed feigning offense, “I'll have you know that I look great in a dress...”

Kumi just smiled and nodded as she pretended to listen to her friend continue to ramble endlessly about how everything she wore suited her, letting her thoughts wander her fiance.

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The third time Kumi met Yuria, she decided to put her hypothesis to the test. Although her hypothesis proved to ring true, the results deviated a little from what she had first expected.

Kumi nervously played with the hem of her white blouse's sleeve. 'I shouldn't be this nervous. It's not like I'm asking her out on a date or anything. This is for pure friendship reasons.' The dark haired girl told herself in an attempt to get her racing heart to calm down.

She was currently standing at the front door of the Kizaki estate having a minor panic attack. Against her better judgment, she thought that it would be a good idea to get to know her fiance better and take her out to lunch. Kumi took a deep breath, mustered all her courage and shakily raised a fist, rapping at the door firmly.

Kumi heard muffled noises from the other side of the door before it opened revealing a older women who Kumi assumed to be one of the housemaids.“Yes, may I help you miss?”

“I was wondering if Yuria was free now, I'm her fiance, Yagami Kumi.”

The maid's eyes widened as soon as she learned the identity of the girl in front of her, “Ah, of course, Ms. Yagami. Please, come in.” The maid offered, opening the door wider for the other girl to step in through. Kumi followed the maid through the lavish foyer, and into a equally extravagantly decorated living room, Kumi didn't expect anything less from the Kizaki's, they were after all one of the wealthiest families in Japan, only coming after her own family. “If you will please wait here, Ms. Yagami. I shall go ask Madame Kizaki if her schedule is open.” The maid said before bowing and walking off. 

Kumi took a seat at one of the various sofas that were placed around the room. It was stiff and hard as if it was hardly used. The room, although very well decorated, was void of any personal artifacts, except for the giant hand painted portrait that was hung above the fireplace depicting the Kizaki family. In the back, stood Yuria's father, a prideful look on his face and his hand resting upon the shoulder of who Kumi assumed was Yuria's older sister. Kumi knew little about the older sister aside from the fact that she was the next in line to inherit K&M. Next to her was Mrs. Kizaki, the look on her face contrasting greatly with the grandiose dress that she was wearing. Lastly, in front of her was Yuria, Kumi had to admit that painting Yuria looked almost as good as real life Yuria does.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar high pitched voice asked startling Kumi from her thoughts.

The older girl nervously stood up, brushing off any invisible dust from her clothes, “Ah, Yuria, I was uh, wondering if you wanted to accompany me to lunch?”

“Lunch?” Yuria smirked, “Like a date?”

“N-No! Just as friends!” Kumi sputtered, feeling her face starting to get red. “I just want to get to know you better is all.” She said flattening out her blouse and attempting to regain her composure.

Yuria hummed in response, “Okay, let's go then.” She beamed, taking Kumi's hand in hers and leading her out of the estate.

_____

The restaurant that Kumi took Yuria to was one of her favorites. It wasn't one of those stuffy, overpriced restaurants that she had to frequent due to business meetings. Instead, it was a reasonably priced, ramen shop located on a remote street. The inside was small - seating only a maximum of 8 people at a time – and in Yuria's opinion, a little poorly decorated.

“Do you eat here often?” Yuria asked curiously, after the two had taken their seats and ordered.

“I wouldn't say often. Just whenever I need a break from work and my father. The people who come here normally don't recognize me and the food is good. It's the perfect place to think and eat.”

“I see.” The younger female said, nodding her head in understanding, “It must be stressful for you, I mean, the training for taking over a large corporation.”

“It is, but it seems you already know so much about me, while all I know about you is your family name.” Kumi stated, casually resting her head on her hand and turning to look at the other girl.

“What do you want to know?” Yuria asked, raising a cup of tea to her lips.

Kumi thought for a minute about a question that she incredibly curious about before opening her mouth, “Before I ask, I want you to promise that you'll answer it.”

“What? That's not fair.” Yuria pouted.

“It's definitely fair, and that cute face is not going to work on me.” The older female laughed.

Yuria crossed her arms, still pouting, “Fine, if I promise to answer it. What will I get in return?”

“Anything you want.” Kumi answered hastily, “I can buy you anything you want.”

“Did you forget that I'm rich too?” Yuria chuckled softly, “I can buy anything I want by myself. I want something simpler, it's not something you have to buy.”

Kumi grumbled “Fine, fine, I'll do whatever you want me to.”

“Ask away then.”  Yuria grinned

“Why did your father ask my father to arrange our marriage?” As soon as the question left Kumi's mouth, Yuria's smile dropped.

The younger girl was silent for a few seconds, “Since, I promised I would answer, I'll tell you...” She paused before speaking again, “As you may know, my sister is going to inherit the company when daddy retires, but right now...the company isn't doing so well. Our stocks are slowly falling and we're losing a lot of money. Daddy and Rena are trying their best to keep the company afloat, but they can only go on so long without help.” She paused again and took a sip of water, “I-I'm kind of useless, I don't know anything about business, but I wanted to help anyways. So Daddy suggested that we form a business alliance by marriage. I'm sorry, it's because of my families problems that you ended up getting forced into a marriage that you don't want.” Yuria apologized, bowing her head.

Silence. Yuria kept her head bowed in apology, expecting the other girl to lash out at her, to yell at her or slap her or anything. Instead of a slap, Kumi cupped Yuria's chin and lifted her head up, forcing her to look at the older female. Yuria searched in Kumi's eyes for any sense of anger or rage, but found none. “Why aren't you mad?” The younger girl whispered.

“How can I be mad at someone so cute?” Kumi whispered back, smiling brightly at the other girl. “I have to confess Yuria, you've definitely caught my attention.”

“Here are your ramen orders! Enjoy!” The peppy waitress exclaimed, setting down two bowls of ramen in front of the girls.

Kumi instantly let her hand drop and cleared her throat, “Well, let's eat then.”

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The fourth time Kumi met Yuria, she wondered if it would be hard to fall in love with Yuria. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it was rather easy.

Ever since Kumi invited Yuria to lunch, the two slowly started spending more and more time together. Eventually, it became a weekly ritual for Kumi to spend time with the younger girl.

“Kumi, look! There's Hydra.” Yuria said, pointing to night sky that was dusted with stars.

The older female squinted at the black abyss and tried to figure out where Yuria was pointing to, “I don't see anything.”

“Idiot, look.” The younger girl sighed and grabbed Kumi's hand, extending it towards the sky, “See, that's the head,” she pointed out, directing Kumi's hand with her own and tracing the outline, “and there's the body.”

“Ah! I see it now.” Kumi exclaimed excitedly, “That's so cool, I never knew you were into stars.”

Yuria nodded, dropping her hand to her side but not letting go of Kumi's, hand “I'm not really into stars that much. I just like looking at them, they're pretty.” She said intertwining their fingers together.

“They are, but right now I'm looking at something much prettier.” Kumi smiled, looking at the younger girl.

“You're so lame.” Yuria teased, trying to hide the growing smile on her face.

“Hey, I may be lame, but you're the one who likes to hang out with me. What does that make you then?” Kumi teased back.

“Hm?” Yuria put a finger to her lips in mock thought, “A princess?”

“Does that make me your prince then?” Kumi retorted, laughing lightly.

“Only in your dreams.”

“Are you trying to tell me you're having dreams about me?”

“Hm. Maybe.” Yuria laughed and rested her head on Kumi's shoulder and closed her eyes, silencing the other girl.

The two girls sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying each others company. “Yuria?” Kumi asked, playing with a strand of the younger female's hair before tucking it behind her ear. Yuria hummed in response, encouraging the other girl to continue. “I was wondering, back when I took you to the ramen shop, you never told me what you wanted from me.”

“Oh yeah!” Yuria remembered, her head shooting up from Kumi's shoulder, “Thanks for reminding me about that and to think I almost let you off the hook.”

“What do you want then?” Kumi asked curiously, tilting her head slightly to the side.

Yuria smiled innocently before pouting out her lips, “A kiss.”

“W-What!?” Kumi yelled in surprise, her face turning a dark red, “You want me to kiss you?”

The younger girl nodded, lips still extended.

“N-No way!”

“But, Kumi.” Yuria whined, “You promised me that you would do whatever I wanted.”

“I know, I know, b-but.” Kumi glanced at the other girl who was making an extremely cute face and Kumi swore that she felt her heart skip a few beats, “Fine.”

“Yay! Thanks, Kumi.” The younger female celebrated.

The older girl had to resist the urge to smile dumbly at her friend's antics, “Close your eyes.” Kumi reached out, Yuria's skin was soft and cool from being exposed to the night air. She gently traced her thumb along Yuria's lips, before resting her palm against her cheek. Kumi took a sharp intake of breath, before leaning in and lightly pressing her lips against Yuria's. Yuria smiled into the kiss, and wrapped her arms around Kumi's waist, moving her lips against the other girl's.

Kumi was the first to pull away, leaning her forehead against Yuria's, both girl's smiled brightly at each other.

“Is it okay if I fall for you?”

“Only if I can fall for you.”

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Four Times 11/19 KumiYuri]
Post by: kuro808 on November 19, 2013, 09:41:05 AM

The fourth time they got to get accustomed to each other  :lol:

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Circles 12/10/13 Furuyanagi, Airi x Sawako]
Post by: Sasshii on December 10, 2013, 07:15:39 AM

Circles [Furuyanagi, Airi x Sawako]

Summary:: Katamoi Finally AU. Before Akane met Jurina she had Airi and Airi had Sawako.

A semi short fanfic before finals start up ouo/ Comments and constructive criticism (which I need a lot of) are welcome!

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Bzzt. Bzzt. Furukawa Airi rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the constant buzzing of her phone interrupting her previously peaceful sleep. 3 new messages, flashed on her phone. Airi sighed, already knowing the culprit behind her late night texts; her overly worried girlfriend, Takayanagi Akane.

Airi opened the first message, her eyes tiredly glancing through the text, ‘where are you?’ Sent two hours ago. 2Nd message, ‘you better not be with someone else.’ Sent one hour ago. ‘If you don’t answer in 30 minutes then we’re over.’ Sent twenty minutes ago. She knew Akane didn't mean it, but if she didn't respond it would just make it that much harder for her when she decided to apologize.

‘Sorry, I was sleeping.’ Airi typed and reluctantly tapped the send button. Not a full lie, she reasoned to herself. It had been less than a minute before she received a reply, ‘sleeping where? I stopped by your apartment earlier, and you weren’t there.’ Airi groaned, she should have known that’s why Akane asked her where she was.

‘At Yuka’s. Her and Yuria had a fight.’ Again, not a complete lie, she did stop by Yuka’s earlier, however, rather than staying and sleeping at Yuka’s, she was instead laying in a dingy motel’s bed, next to women who wasn’t Akane.

Akane didn’t respond immediately, which Airi thought was unusual as the younger girl was usually swift with her replies. Ten minutes passed by until Airi received the reply, ‘I know you’re lying. Where are you really?’ ‘Shit,’ Airi thought to herself, ‘she probably called Yuka and asked if she was really there.’

Airi sighed, it was no use lying to Akane, ‘With Sawako.’ She confessed and set her phone back on the table, knowing that Akane wouldn't respond back to her, until she went to go see her.

Airi always wondered why she found herself doing these things, knowing that it would hurt Akane. It’s not that she wanted to hurt her but there was just something so exhilarating, so powerful to know that she could do whatever she pleased and Akane would still be there to accept her with open arms. It was an endless cycle of days where Airi would disappear with Sawako and come back on her knees, begging for forgiveness in front of Akane. Of course, Airi would always regret doing it the next day, but it was addicting to her, to know that Akane needed her as much as she needed Akane.

The younger girl was brought out of her thoughts when she felt a pair of slim arms circle around her waist, “you’re awake.” A soft spoken voice stated.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” Airi, asked leaning back into the other girl’s form.

“Your phone was buzzing a lot.” Sawako quietly observed, ignoring the girl’s question.

Airi shivered slightly feeling Sawako’s breath on the back of her neck. “It was Akane.”

Sawako stayed silent for a few minutes and Airi inhaled sharply when she felt Sawako's mouth nip at her ear “Do you love me?” She whispered.

Airi simply laughed, gripping Sawako’s hand in hers tightly and clenching her eyes, struggling to regain her voice  “Y-you know I only love Akane.”

Sawako hummed softly in response, running her hand lightly up Airi’s torso, grazing over her naked chest and across her collarbone, earning a soft whimper from the younger girl. She gently gripped Airi’s chin, forcing her to look at the older woman, “I’m going to make you forget all about Akane.” She whispered, pulling Airi into a heated kiss.

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Akane breathed in the chilly, winter air, wrapping her heavy jacket tighter around her body. A fresh blanket of snow covered the mostly abandoned street she was walking on. She checked her phone for the hundredth time and groaned. Still no new messages. It wasn’t the lack of messages that particularly hurt Akane, rather it was the implication that it held.

It happened often, days where Airi stated that she needed space and wold disappear for days, weeks and once even a month. Akane understood that, but what she didn’t understand was why she had to run away to Sawako. Akane scoffed lightly to herself, Sawako was nothing but cheap whore you found roaming in the red light district, yet Airi still preferred her company over Akane’s. That was something about Airi she would never understand.

“Ah! Akane!” A loud, high pitched voice called out.

Akane looked up from her phone, a frown on her face. The cheerfully smiling Hiramatsu Kanako was the last thing that she wanted to see right now.

“What are you doing out this late Akane? Where’s Airi?” Kanako continued, either not noticing or caring about the clear look of discontent on the other girl’s face.

Akane forced a smile at the mention of her missing girlfriend, “Actually, I was going to go meet her at her house now.” She lied, attempting to move past Kanako but was blocked by an unfamiliar figure that she hadn’t previously noticed.

“Oh, this is my friend, Jurina.” Kanako giggled, looping her arm through the taller girl’s, “Isn’t she cute?”

“Nice to meet you.” Jurina greeted politely, smiling.

“Nice to meet you as well.” Akane nodded in acknowledgment. “Excuse me, I should go see Airi.” At this point, Akane didn’t care much if she was being rude, she just wanted to leave and confirm her suspicions.

Jurina moved to the side allowing Akane to pass by. “Your friend is cute. What was her name again?” She smirked, turning to Kanako and asking once Akane was out of ear shot.

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Airi nervously twiddled with the loose string of fabric dangling off her shirt. She was currently standing in front of Akane’s apartment, debating on if she should knock or not. As she predicted, Akane didn’t respond to her text after she admitted to being with Sawako last night. Airi was ready to beg for her forgiveness, but she wondered if that was really what she wanted. Chances were that if she walked away right now, Akane would make no efforts to communicate with her any further. She would be free to do as she pleased without the heavy burden of guilt weighing on her shoulders.

However, the thought of living without Akane in her life was not something that Airi was ready for. She knew her choice was selfish, to continue to drag Akane through this failing relationship, but the one that she needed the most was her, not Sawako. Airi took a deep breath before raising a shaking fist and firmly knocking on the door.

After a minutes passed, the door opened revealing an expecting Akane, an unamused look written on her face, “Let me guess, you’re here to apologize.”

Airi chuckled nervously, relieved that Akane wasn’t that mad at her, or at least not showing signs of it, “You guessed it.”

“It’s not so hard to guess after the first few times.” She sighed deeply.

The shorter girl frowned, feeling the familiar wave of guilt washing over her. “I’m really, really sorry Akane. I know I say that a lot, but I mean it this time.” Akane’s expression didn’t change as she stared at Airi quietly. “I promise I won’t see her anymo-” Airi was cut off mid sentence when a familiar weight was thrown at her body.

Akane gripped tightly at Airi’s shirt, burying her face into the taller girls neck, letting the tears cascade freely down her face, “Idiot, I should hate you for everything you’ve done to me, but I can’t even bring myself to do that.”

At first, Airi stood stiff, her hands tight against her sides until she eventually relaxed into the embrace, wrapping her arms around the other girl’s smaller frame. “I’m sorry, Akane.” Airi mumbled, inhaling deeply and tightly closing her eyes to prevent her own tears from escaping.

Looking down at the ruins of the girl she loved in her arms, Airi knew she shouldn’t do this anymore, but the selfishness in her heart wanted more. She knew it was her fault that Akane’s smile didn’t have the same brightness that it used to anymore, or that the once vastly emotional eyes that Airi loved to look into were now barren and lackluster. She destroyed Akane until she was only half the girl she used to be, and Airi greedily still wanted more. Airi wanted all of her until she was nothing without her.

“Airin,” Akane spoke up, uncertainty laced in her voice, “Do you still love me?”

Airi pulled away from the embrace, frowning. She brought her hand up and lightly wiped Akane’s tear-streaked face, her eyes softening. “You know I only love you.”

Akane smiled and pressed her lips roughly against Airi’s, wrapping her arms tightly around the taller girl’s neck. Airi moaned, pushing Akane gently against the closed door behind her and deepening the kiss.

“I want you,” Akane breathed against the other girl’s lips, “Show me how much you love me.”

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Airi rubbed her hands together in an attempt to provide some warmth to her freezing limbs. She glanced at her watch, she had been waiting outside the motel room for 15 minutes. Just as she was about to give up and head home, a familiar figure caught her eye. “I knew you would come.” Airi called as the figure neared her.

Sawako sighed, a slight smile on her face, “It would be dumb of me to turn down 40,000 yen.”

The younger girl smiled back, reaching into her coat pockets for the motel room key’s and unlocking the door, “I know, that’s why I offered it.” She opened the door widely, signaling Sawako to go in. Sawako entered and shrugged off her jacket, folding it over the chair.

Airi walked towards the other woman, until there was only a few centimeters of space between the two women, “I’ve missed you.” The younger girl admitted softly, reaching her hand out and placing it on Sawako’s cheek.

Sawako leaned into the touch, closing her eyes, “What about Akane?"

Airi smirked, gently pushing the older women down onto the bed, "Don't worry about Akane. I'll find a way to make it up to her" She said simply, hovering over Sawako, she traced her fingers down the older women' check and titled her chin up, "Right now, all I can think about..." Airi leaned down, feeling Sawako's warm breath caress her face, "...is you." She mummered capturing Sawako's lips with her own.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Circles 12/10/13 Furuyanagi, Airi x Sawako]
Post by: embee5442 on December 10, 2013, 07:42:54 AM

Uuuuuuu~ Airin and Sawakooo...feistyyy :w00t:

Weird couple but hey that's what made it more fun to read

Thanks for this  XD

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [KumiYuriNon Preview #1 12/12]
Post by: Sasshii on December 13, 2013, 04:50:27 AM

Hey guys, I'm starting to work on a KumiYuriNon fic and going to drop this very short preview here. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome, especially the latter. I've got about half of it written out right now, so expect the full thing sometime next week. Thanks!

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"What did I tell you about Yuria?" Kumi growled, walking closer and closer towards the younger girl until she was trapped between the shower wall and a furious Kumi.

"I-I-" Kanon sputtered, glancing around desperately for a way out.

"I told you to stay away didn’t I?"

Kanon nodded furiously in agreement, fear written in her eyes. Kanon wanted to shout and explain that Kumi had it all wrong and that Yuria was the one who approached her first, but the words caught in her throat.

Kumi hummed softly, “What a shame…” She trailed off positioning her hand on the wall behind Kanon and leaning in until there was only a couple of inches between their faces. Kanon swallowed hard, her heart thumping so loud in her chest it made her ears ring.”I guess the only way to keep you away from her, is to make you fall for me instead.” Kumi mummered before closing the distance between their lips. 

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 1/? 12/16]
Post by: Sasshii on December 16, 2013, 09:05:11 AM

Hello everyone! I'm back with a new fanfic. This is set in the same timeline as Circles and is once again a Katamoi Finally AU. Again, comments and constructive criticism is always wanted!

Cycles [KumiYuriNon]

Summary: Kumi would do anything to keep Yuria, even if it meant destroying those around her.

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Kimoto Kanon glanced around nervously, a crisp, white envelope clutched tightly between her shaking hands. She had been standing off to the side of the crowded cafeteria for some time now, trying to muster up all her courage. She looked over across the room to her goal, where Kizaki Yuria and Yagami Kumi sat next to each other. Kanon watched with bated breath as Kumi smiled at Yuria and said something that made Yuria erupt into laughter. She watched as Kumi wrapped her arm around Yuria’s waist and Yuria leaned her head on Kumi’s shoulder, a faint smile on her face With every second that ticked by, Kanon felt her jealousy rising, as with her courage.

The long haired girl took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart before walking towards the two girls. Kanon cleared her throat loudly, “Uh…” She started, her voice cracking slightly at the end. The two girls stopped their conversation and looked up curiously at the fidgeting girl in front of them. Kanon felt her palpitating heart stop under the gaze of her two seniors. “I-This is for you.” She stuttered, clenching her eyes shut and thrusting the envelope towards Kumi who hesitantly took it, eyebrows furrowed. Kanon, eyes still closed, turned and ran towards the exit.

Kumi stared at the retreating figure quizzically, before turning her attention towards the envelope. She turned it over and frowned upon seeing the receiver’s name written clearly in curly hiragana. “I never knew you knew Kanon.” Yuria questioned, looking at her friend peculiarly. “Is that a confession letter?”

“Uh yeah. I think so.” Kumi answered, swiftly stuffing the envelope into her bag before Yuria had any chance to examine it closer. “We’re in a club together.”

“Kuuchan’s been so popular lately.” Yuria pouted, puffing her cheeks out, “You’ve even got Kanon after you. Should I be jealous?”

Kumi chuckled, playfully placing both her hands on Yuria’s cheek, “Yuria will always be number one to me.”

Yuria flushed to a deep shade of red, “T-that’s not what I meant!” She yelled, lightly slapping Kumi’s arm who shrugged it off with a laugh.

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Kanon bounced anxiously in her seat, it had been a couple of days since she delivered her letter of confession and was currently seated in the designated meeting place. She glanced at her watch, 10 minutes had passed since the designed time. Kanon sighed sadly, she honestly wasn’t expecting for the older girl to show up, but the blatant rejection still clutched at her chest.

“Kimoto Kanon.”

Kanon turned around in her seat, a slight smile of relief on her face that was instantly wiped off when she saw the owner of the voice. “A-ah, Kumi.” She paused, confusion written on her face, “Was something wrong?”

Kumi stayed silent, her gaze not leaving Kanon’s. “Actually, yes.” She said reaching into her blazer pocket and pulling out the envelope that Kanon had given to her earlier.

Kanon’s heart dropped at the sight of her letter clenched between Kumi’s fist, “O-oh, I’m so sorry, I meant to give that to-”

“Yuria,” Kumi cut the younger girl off, “I know.”

“Ah, I-I see…” Kanon trailed off, beginning to feel uncomfortable under Kumi’s hard stare. “Is there something I-I can help you with then?” She asked politely.

Kumi nodded and took a step towards Kanon “I’m here to tell you…” Kanon could feel her heart start to thump louder, “…to give up…” She swallowed nervously as Kumi’s figure neared hers, “…on Yuria…” The younger girl looked up at Kumi who towered above her. She bent down slightly, roughly gripping Kanon’s chin between her fingers, “She’s mine.” Kumi whispered possessively, her eyes boring into Kanon’s fear filled ones. “Understand?”

“Y-yes.” Kanon managed to choke out.

Kumi smiled and lightly patted Kanon’s face, “I’m glad we see eye to eye then.” She said in an overly sweet tone, standing back upright, she looked down at Kanon with mock pity, “I would’ve hated to destroy such a cute girl.”

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“Kanon!” Yuria called, running to catch up to the younger girl. Kanon stopped and turned around slightly, catching a glimpse of Yuria a few paces behind her. Kanon’s eyes widened as she turned back around and debated if she should make a run for it or not. “Hey, wait.” Yuria said, grabbing her arm preventing her from making her escape.

Kanon reluctantly turned around, a nervous smile on her face, “S-sorry, were you calling for me?”

Yuria frowned, “Yeah, you turned around, I thought you heard me.”

“I-I guess I didn’t see you.” Kanon lied, eyes scanning the semi-abandoned hallway.

“I guess.” Yuria nodded slowly, frown still on her face, “Is everything okay? You seem…tense?”

Kanon stiffened upright, forcing a tight smile on her face, “Yeah! I’m fine!” She squeaked, voice rising a couple of decibels.

Yuria raised an eyebrow at the other girl’s odd behavior, but decided to not question it any further. “Anyways…How did it go with Kumi?”

Kanon stared at the older girl. Questions raced through her mind; Did Yuria know about her encounter with Kumi? Was she the one who put Kumi up to this? Kanon instantly shook those thoughts from her mind feeling bad for thinking so negatively about Yuria.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yuria asked again, putting the back of her hand against Kanon’s forehead.

Kanon flinched at the touch, the heat rising to her face, “I’m sure!”

Yuria eyed Kanon but let her hand fall back to her side, “You still haven’t answered my question. How did it go with Kumi?” She repeated.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“Kumi already told me, it’s okay to just say it.” Yuria coaxed, “You confessed to her, didn’t you?”

Kanon looked up at the older girl in shock. Is that what Kumi told her happened?

“You don’t have to hide it…Kumi is very likable. A lot of girls like her.” The older girl assured, taking note of the expression on Kanon’s face, “I’m actually really jealous that you like her…I-” Yuria stopped, her eyes shifting to look at the ground, “I…Can I tell you a secret?”

Kanon paled at the sudden question, but nodded slowly, eyes catching sight of a shadow down the hall. She knew what the older girl was going to say already before the words would even leave her mouth. Even though it would hurt to hear how Yuria felt about Kumi, she reasoned that if Kumi overheard it then she would leave Kanon alone.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone? Especially not Kumi…”

Kanon focused her attention back to Yuria and nodded again.

“A-actually…I-” Yuria took a deep breath and looked into Kanon’s eyes, “I’m jealous because, I want you to only look at me. I-I like you Kanon.”

“Y-Yuria.” Kanon stuttered, eyes wide, shocked at the confession. Yuria liked her, not Kumi, her. Her heart fluttered in joy at the thought. Yuria could be hers. “I-”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” Yuria interrupted with a somber smile, “You like Kumi, I know.”

“That’s not-”

“Yuria! Kanon!” A loud voice interrupted the two. And as Kanon expected Kumi came running from down the hall, a cheerful smile on her face. She stopped next to Kanon, casually slinging an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders. “Sorry, were you two in the middle of something?” Kumi asked, smile fading when she noticed the downcast look on Yuria’s face

“Not at all!” Yuria hurriedly said, wiping away at her face, “I-I should go home. I’ll see you tomorrow, Kumi.” Yuria grabbed her bag from off the floor and hastily made for the exit. Kanon felt her heart sink at Yuria’s retreating figure. She was so close, yet no matter how far Kanon reached she was still unattainable.

“See you tomorrow, Yuria!” Kumi called, her arm tightening around Kanon’s shoulder who winced at the forceful grip. “Come with me.” Kumi commanded, the previously animated tone in her voice turning flat.

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Kumi dragged Kanon to the nearest bathroom and shoved the smaller girl into one of the empty showers, pulling the curtain shut behind her. “What did I tell you about Yuria?” Kumi growled, walking closer and closer towards Kanon until she was trapped between the shower wall and a furious Kumi.

“I-I.” Kanon sputtered, eye glancing around desperately for a means of escape.

“I told you to stay away from her, didn’t I?”

Kanon nodded frantically, back pressed up tightly against the wall. “I-It’s not what you think.”

Kumi let out a bitter laugh, looking into Kanon’s fear stricken eyes she smiled, “What a shame…” She started, placing a hand on the wall behind Kanon’s head and leaning in until there was only a few inches separating their faces. Kanon swallowed hard, heart thumping so loudly in her chest it made her ears ring. Kumi clicked her tongue in annoyance, “Just remember, you’re the one who made me do this.” She mummbled before closing the distance between their lips.

*Kanon’s eyes widened at the sudden assault and lifted her arms up in an attempt to push Kumi’s body away from hers but to avail. Kanon continued to frantically push the older girl away until Kumi broke the kiss. She looked down at the panting girl, a frown on her face.

“I wonder what Yuria finds so good about you.” Kumi mused, trailing her finger down Kanon’s jaw line, making the other girl flinch away. Kumi smirked at the younger girl’s actions, “Is it your shyness?” She pondered lifting Kanon’s head up. “Or maybe your innocence?”

Kanon clenched her eyes shut, “S-stop.”

Kumi ignored Kanon’s plea and nipped at her ear, “We’ll have to change that then, won’t we?” She breathed, nuzzling her face in the crook of Kanon's neck.

"K-Kumi...Please stop." Kanon pleaded.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

Kanon stayed silent, eye closed and breathing shallow. Did she? Kanon’s mind was yelling at her to scream yes and push the older girl away while she was off guard, but the other half of her was telling her she wanted more.

Kumi hummed softly, observing the younger girl’s state and smirked, dropping her hand back to her side, “Ah, I’m suddenly overcome with so much guilt. How awful of me to do this to innocent Kanon.” She laughed darkly and reached down to sling her bag around her shoulders, “I should go home beg for forgiveness right away.” Kumi glanced back at the girl one last time, a calculating smile on her face, before she turned and left the stall.

Kanon smacked her fists against the wall behind her, before sinking down onto the tiled floor. As much as it annoyed her to admit it, she wanted Kumi to come back and give her the pleasure she yearned for. Wiping away the tears of frustration that threatened to fall from her eyes, Kanon hastily redressed herself and made for the exit.

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*The paragraphs following this symbol have been edited for this forum. It's not 18+ however it might make people uncomfortable. If you wish to read the unedited version, it's posted on my blog at yuriatops.tumblr.com. Thank you!

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 1/? 12/16]
Post by: kuro808 on December 16, 2013, 09:16:14 AM

Kumi playing with Non's emotions is brilliant to maybe get her way with Yuria while breaking the other two apart I wonder what will happen next.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 1/? 12/16]
Post by: Shinoki on December 16, 2013, 11:08:48 PM

Wawawah...
Unexplainable feelings...
OMG... This...
Kumi-san loves Yuria so much...
Gwah... Kanon, pat pat...
Guh! Yuria unconsciously has a tiny tiny harem!!
Kumi-san is sooo kakoii for some reason... >///< ~
And... reading through the second time...
THIS!! THIS!! THIS!! Love triangle... my heart!! It's too exciting...
Wait... YuriNon...??? but Kuusama!!!  :frustrated: And Non-chan's feelings...!!!
...This love triangle... *tearing my heart apart* 
:mon hanky: :mon runcry: :mon headbang: :mon slapself: :pen_cry: :pen_whirl:
It's not a bad thing... but it's sooo exciting and wonderful... and (I'm bad at describing things, so bluntly epicness~~~!!)
*falls off cliff, does not die. (I mean, if I do, how do I read then? :3 )

Title: Re: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 1/? 12/16]
Post by: majimenaachan on December 18, 2013, 06:29:19 PM

Thank you for the story!

Was not expecting kumi to behave like that, and i like it lol

Hope that you will update soon (^^)

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 2/2 12/19]
Post by: Sasshii on December 20, 2013, 02:24:46 AM

Hello everyone! Thank you for all your kind reviews! Just a quick note that this version is edited like the first one for here so it may seem a bit short, if you guys want to read the unedited one it's up on my blog yuriatops.tumblr.com. Comments and constructive criticism is always welcome, I love getting advice on how to improve so feel free to leave a comment. Thank you~

Cycles [2/2] [KumiYuriNon]

Kanon twiddled with the handle of the mop in her hands, watching Yuria a few steps ahead of her dump water onto the tiled bathroom floor. The younger girl scuttled forward, quickly wiping away at the floor with the mop.

“Hey, Kanon.”

Kanon looked up from her work, surprised at how close Yuria was standing to her, “Y-Yes?”

“Are you and Kumi dating?” She bluntly asked, her eyes not leaving Kanon’s

“No!” Kanon instantly denied, flinching sightly at the mention of the other girl’s name, “She…Kumi and I don’t really talk.”

“Really?” Yuria questioned in disbelief, “Recently, the two of you seemed closer, and Kumi never tells me anything about her relationships.” She pouted.

Kanon looked down at the clear water that pooled around her shoes, her previous encounter with Kumi flashing through her mind, “I-I don’t like Kumi like that.”

“Eh? But, you confessed to her, didn’t you?” Yuria pushed further, leaning forwards towards Kanon who shrunk back.

“T-That was all just a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?” Yuria questioned, a confused expression on her face.

“Actually, I…” Kanon took a deep breath and debated on if she should tell Yuria that the person the letter was originally meant for was her. However, in the back of her head she knew that doing so would further Kumi’s anger towards her. “Kumi…She likes you.”

“Seriously?” Yuria exclaimed, her face not showing much surprise, which threw Kanon off, “But…” She bit her lip, looking Kanon directly in the eyes, “I only like Kanon.”

Kanon swallowed, despite this being the second time hearing the confession, it didn’t cause her heartbeat to race any slower. She glanced around, the two of them were completely alone, and to her relief no Kumi in sight to interrupt.

“I-I like Yuria too!” Kanon confessed with a sudden burst of courage. Kumi be damned, if Yuria liked her back then Kumi had no right to interfere.

“I don’t believe you.” Yuria teased, a slight smile tugging on the corner of her mouth.

The younger girl looked at Yuria in disbelief, “What do you mean?”

Yuria lightly tapped at her chin in thought, “If you’re telling the truth then prove it.”

“How?”

“Kiss me.” She requested playfully, closing her eyes and pouting her lips out.

Kanon spewed out incoherent words at Yuria’s demand, “Y-Yuria.”

“Please?” The older girl pleaded, eyes still closed.

“Okay…” She mumbled, hesitantly leaning forward. She stopped inches away from Yuria’s face, feeling the girl’s warm, light breathes mixing with hers. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Yuria’s in a tight kiss, before pulling away quickly. Even thought their lips only briefly met, Kanon could feel her heart beating uncontrollably in her chest.

“Kanon.” Yuria breathed, gripping the younger girl’s shoulder tightly and pulling her closer, “I want more.”

“Eh-” Before she even had the chance to say anything else, Yuria’s lips were on hers again, moving desperately against hers. Kanon, getting over the initial shock, eagerly returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s neck.

Yuria broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, breath shallow and face hued red, “Kanon…” She trailed off, moving her hands towards the younger girl’s blouse, “Can I?”
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“Kanon!” Yuria called upon seeing the younger girl walk through the cafeteria aimlessly, tray in hand.

Kanon smiled and obediently walked over to the table where Yuria was seated, but paused seeing the girl who sat across from her.

“Come sit with us,” Yuria invited, patting the seat next to her.

Kumi glanced up at the younger girl who looked unsure at what to do, “Yeah, sit with us.” She smirked, leaning her head against her hand, gaze following Kanon’s movements.

“O-Okay.” Kanon hesitantly agreed, placing her tray on the table and taking a seat next to Yuria, who immediately scooted closer and looped her arm around the other girl’s.

Kumi looked shocked at Yuria’s actions, but quickly regained her composure and cleared her throat, “It seems you moved on from me so quickly, Kanon.”

Kanon choked, looking up at Kumi stunned, “Y-Yuria and I are j-just friends”

“Friends?” Yuria pouted, pulling Kanon closer to her, “I thought after yesterday we were more than friends.”

Kanon swallowed hard, glancing at Kumi who looked like she was struggling to keep calm, “That’s not…I-”

Yuria frowned, letting go of Kanon’s arm, “Even after you kissed me and everything.”

Kumi slammed her fist on the table, catching Kanon off guard, “Yuria, can I talk to you.” She requested, pointing towards the door.

“Of course, Kuuchan.” Yuria simply smiled before turning towards Kanon and pressing a light kiss to her lips. Kanon looked at Yuria stunned by her boldness, while Kumi looked at the two in irritation before stomping towards the exit.

“Why did you do that?” Kanon asked still in shock.

“Because, you’re mine.” Yuria replied, squeezing Kanon’s shoulder lightly, before following after Kumi.

______

“Yuria, what are you doing?” Kumi demanded, hand gripped tightly around the younger girl’s wrist.

Yuria winced slightly at the pressure and shook Kumi’s hand off hers, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The older girl glared at Yuria, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Well, what are you doing, Kuuchan?” She shot back, “You’re the one who started this.”

“I only did what I had to do the get Kanon away from you. Why are you interfering?” Kumi crossed her arms, squinting at Yuria, “Unless, you like her?”

Yuria scoffed, “She likes you, Kuuchan.” She stated, jealousy written on her face.

“That’s impossible,” Kumi remarked, “That letter was meant for you.”

“That letter might have been for me, but her feelings have changed since.” Yuria retorted, making a face.

“How do you know? Did she tell you this?”

Yuria chuckled lightly, “She doesn’t have to tell me for me to know. Even when I was with her, she was thinking about you.”

Kumi closed her eyes, breathing deeply, “So you did sleep with her then?”

Yuria ignored Kumi’s question, and moved closer toward the taller girl, “Kumi…” She mewled, wrapping her arms around Kumi’s neck, “I love you. You love me right?”

Kumi pulled back a bit, her pain filled eyes looking into Yuria’s dark ones, “Of course I do,” She raised her hand to Yuria’s cheek, stroking it tenderly, “Only you.”

Yuria smiled happily, nuzzling her face into Kumi’s neck, “You know what you have to do with Kanon then, don’t you?”

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 2/2 12/16]
Post by: Shinoki on December 21, 2013, 03:56:01 AM

This complex and amazing plot...

Guh... Yuria is like Kumi's boss...
Kumi-sama is too infatuated with Yuria... but she listens to Yuria...
Ah!!! Kanon is in love with Kumi now...?
Kanon is scared as well it seems????
Well, I can understand that...
But Yuria...
Yuria loves Non...
Non used to love Yuria...
Yuria is using Kumi...
Kumi-sama is being manipulated by love??? OAO
Because Yuria likes Non..
Guh!!! Kumi-sama's bound to get hurt...

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 2/2 12/16]
Post by: kuro808 on December 21, 2013, 05:17:37 AM

Yuria playing two sides to get both into a serious fight over her and until they realize what Yuria is doing to each of them, they will only be teased til the very end

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 2/2 12/16]
Post by: Sasshii on December 21, 2013, 03:37:19 PM

Hello everyone ouo/ Just here to explain a little bit. In Cycles, Kuro_808 is correct, Yuria is manipulating both Kanon and Kumi. Kanon likes Yuria but Kumi is making her a bit confused. Kumi likes Yuria and Yuria likes neither, she just likes to have a bit of fun with the both of them. As for the ending it was purposefully made to be ambiguous, whatever Kumi does to Kanon is up to you guys :3

Thank you for all the support, this was a rather fun one to write. I have a RinoRie OS coming up next and hopefully after that to take a break for all the angst I'll have a NaoNan fluff coming up as well.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Cycles (KumiYuriNon) 2/2 12/16]
Post by: cyanical on December 23, 2013, 04:35:00 PM

Yuria is such an S. Is this a personal preference? :ondick:

Seriously though- admittedly I have not read many SKE fics, and I really like your portrayal of Katafai Yuria. It would be amazing to read more about the misadventures of Yuria, a loli sexual predictor who entered a fancy school on scholarship and plays around with the rich girls in her class #gayforpay. But there certainly is more to her than that tho- she's fairly attached to the girls she's with, play or not. Is it out of a need for companionship, or because she's trying to get through personal issues? There's a whole bunch of deep character development opportunities here with this premise.

I like this love triangle- it would be even better if you could make it a functional threesome. Or a doubl pentr- *sobs into your hair*

this is the most I have ever written you and I really like your writing. pls write more!

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Time [RinoRie] 12/25]
Post by: Sasshii on December 26, 2013, 04:46:53 AM

Time [RinoRie]

Time stops.

Tears fall down her white face leaving wet streaks in their wakes. She wipes at them only for them to be replaced seconds later. Her warm breath cuts through the cold air.

“Don’t cry.” I whisper to her. She either doesn’t hear me or chooses to ignore me. She wraps the thick coat tighter around her figure, shivering lightly. I reach out to hold her but stop myself.

Time starts.

“Hey Rino?” She asks, lifting her head up from my chest.

“Hm?” I run my hands through her long, dark hair, untangling the knots with my fingers. The two of us are currently cuddled together on her bed, watching the snow fall calmly through the window.

“Do you think we’ll be together forever?”

I laugh at her childlike question and playfully pinch her cheek between my fingers, “Forever is a long time, Rie.” I inform her in a matter of fact tone causing her to pout at me.

“But...” She trails off, turning around so she was laying on her stomach facing me, her dark eyes piercing into mine, “If it’s with Rino, I don’t think it would seem like that long.”

I stroke her cheek gently, her face is warm underneath my fingertips. I lean in and press my lips against hers. “I love you, Rie.” I move the tray strand of hair in her face behind her ear, “But, I can’t promise you forever.”

Time stops.

She kneels on the ground, her knees digging into the previously untouched snow. She buries her face into her hands, letting out a soft sob.

“Rino,” She whimpers softly, “I want you to hold me.” I do as she says, kneeling behind her and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist. She makes no movements. I breath in her scent that I’ve missed for so long, enjoying her warmth that envelops my body.

Time starts.

Rie is wearing a red dress, her hair tied up in a tight bun. The two of us are seated in an expensive restaurant, quiet chatter surrounds us. I look up from my plate, her face is scrunched up in a cute manner as she attempts to cut an especially difficult piece of meat. I let out a small chuckle and she looks up at me glaring, “What?” She asks, setting down her knife and fork and pushing the plate forward, giving up on the meal.

I shake my head and smile at her brightly, “You look nice.”

“Corny.” She says flatly, but the smile tugging on the corner of her mouth is telling me she’s happy at my compliment.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” I propose. The only reason why we were here in the first place was because Oya kept on insisting that I should take Rie somewhere fancy for our 3rd anniversary, before stuffing a couple hundred bills in my hands.

She nodded furiously, a wave of relief washing over her face

I raised my hand for the check and the waiter standing nearby quickly ran over to hand it to us. I glanced down at the total before setting down the money that Oya gave me and stood up, grasping Rie’s hand in mine as the two of us left.

As soon as the chilly, fall air hit our faces, Rie let out a loud sigh, “That place was too stuffy for me.” he stated, smiling at me, “Let’s go sit somewhere. It’s such a nice night out.”

I nodded in agreement as she dragged me off to one of the nearest benches at the park across the street. As soon as sat down, she freed her hair from the bun, letting it flow down past her shoulders. “Look,” She pointed towards the sky, “The stars are so bright today. They’re so pretty.”

“They are.” I agreed, looking at her my heart swelled with adoration. The stars paled in comparison to her beauty.

“Rie,” I whispered, grabbing her hand with mine, “I love you.”

“I know,” She laughed, intertwining her fingers together, “I love you too.”

I smiled at her and took a deep breath and reaching into my pocket, I slipped a small silver band onto her finger, “Will you be with me forever?”

She looked down at her finger in shock before quickly looking back up at me. I stifled a laugh at the expression on her face. “O-Of course I will!” She shouted, throwing her body towards mine, arms wrapped tightly around me.

Time stops.

She grips the ring tightly in her hands, “Even though you promised me forever.” She mumbled softly, turning the ring in her hand. She reached her hand out and softly traced the stone in front of her with her fingers, “I’ll never forgive you.”

Time starts.

“Rino, are you okay?!” She bursts into the room, causing the nurse that was checking my IVs and vitals to jump in surprise.

“Miss, could you please be a little quieter?” The nurse asks, frowning slightly before going back to her work.

Rie immediately apologizes and rushes to my side, gripping my hand tightly in hers. I smile up at her, “I’m fine.” I assure her, squeezing her hand lightly, “The doctor said it was just a minor attack.”

“Are you sure?” She frowned, “You’ve been getting them a lot lately.”
“Trust me,” I ran my thumb across her hand, “Would I lie to you?”

She stayed silent, frown still on her face, “Well, there was that one time when-”

“That was once!” I yelled softly, earning a loud laugh from Rie, causing the nurse to frown at her again and give her a look. Rie immediately stopped, but the remains of a smile stayed on her face.

Time starts.

“Rino.” She cries, lifting her head back up. The snow falls heavier around us. The snow falls heavier around us. Her face is red from the cold air and I wrap my arm around her tighter, trying to provide her with the warmth she gave me.

“Rie.” A voice said from behind us. Oya Shizuka stands a few inches away, her hand in her coat pockets, a frown on her face. “The weather is starting to get bad. We should leave soon.”

Rie nods slowly, and reluctantly gets up, my arms falling from around her body. I continue to kneels there, watching her walk towards Oya who held Rie in a tight embrace. My heart burns in jealousy at the warmth that Oya can provide her. Rie buries her face into Oya’s neck, who runs her hand through Rie’s hair in response.

“She would’ve wanted you to continue living.” Oya says, seemingly looking right at me, a couple of tears falling from her eyes as her hand grips the back of Rie’s tighter.

Rie nods again, pulling away from the embrace, her eyes red and puffy, “I know.” She says simply, intertwining her hand with Oya’s, she looks at me one last time, before the two of them walk off.

Time stops. I touch my face, tears fall from my eyes. Her warmth is gone. Time stops for me and it never starts again.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Time [RinoRie] 12/25]
Post by: kuro808 on December 26, 2013, 04:53:22 AM

It cuts slowly until you see the result of your actions

The ending was quite beautiful to how the ebb and flow brought the two sides together all at once :nervous

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Time [RinoRie] 12/25]
Post by: cyanical on December 26, 2013, 11:11:09 AM

Character death angst  :fainted:

The crying at the start should have tipped me off.

Quote from: Sasshii on December 26, 2013, 04:46:53 AM

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” I propose. The only reason why we were here in the first place was because Oya kept on insisting that I should take Rie somewhere fancy for our 3rd anniversary, before stuffing a couple hundred bills in my hands.

(http://i.imgur.com/Haxg06K.jpg)

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Time [RinoRie] 12/25]
Post by: p-o-p-e-y-oppa on December 26, 2013, 01:35:47 PM

One word: Perfect.  :twothumbs

And thank you so much for writing this one-shot. It means a lot for a delusional shipper like me.  :panic:

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Time [RinoRie] 12/25]
Post by: Shinoki on December 27, 2013, 07:04:21 PM

WOOOOAH!!
*gets shot in head*
(Huhuuhu, I hope to always make your day by giving an animated comment even though this won't be as animated at the other ones before...)
...this...so sad...
guuuuh.... so hard to explain...
Death...kills... <- take it both ways~
But, perfection yaaaah!

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Always [NaoNan] 1/12]
Post by: Sasshii on January 12, 2014, 04:48:22 PM

Hey guys. Sorry, I've been missing for so long. I'm overseas right now, so it's a little hard finding time to write, that and I've been stuck on what to write for a while. This started out as Sayaka x Milky x Maachun, but I figured it would fit better as NaoNan. Well, I actually tried to write this out as fluff, but it seems that I always end up drifting away to angst somehow orz.

I appreciate all your kind comments, and yes, I do definitely look forward to your animated comments Shinoki lol ouo. Anyways, here's the fanfic.

Always [NaoNan]

“Are you getting tired?”

She nodded, but continued to row the boat.

I smiled and moved toward her, taking the rows in my hands, “It’s okay, you can rest. I’ll row.”

“I’m afraid, Nanako.” Furuhata Nao suddenly whispered to me, her voice breaking through the previous night’s silence.

I looked at her questioningly, “Afraid of what? Is someone bullying you?”

“No,” She closed her eyes and let out a small laugh before a small frown made it’s way on her face, “Afraid of my feelings.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, raising her hand she touched my face, “My feelings for you…” She trailed off, a thoughtful look on her face.

“I don’t understand.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

She lowered her hand and I immediately missed the warmth that she gave me, “I think we should stop seeing each other.”

______

“You guys weren’t good for each other anyways.” Furukawa Airi said in between bites of curry.

I sighed into my cup of coffee, “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Saying what?” Airi asked as if she had forgotten what she said seconds ago.

“Saying that we’re not good for each other.” I reiterated, setting the cup down after taking a small sip.

“You guys were just too different…” She trailed off, her tone unsure.

I narrowed my eyes at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Airi sighed, setting her fork down, “You were way too good for her, Nanako.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“You know what I mean. She’s not like us.” She lowered her voice and gave me a look, “You parents would never approve of her.”

“Who cares if she’s not like us.” I raised my voice slightly, “I’m sick of hearing that, just because she’s not rich like us doesn’t make her any different.” Airi put a finger to her lips to signal me to be quiet. I looked around and saw that a few eyes in the cafe were on us.

“Your parents don’t see that way.” Airi paused, her gaze softening as it met mine, “I’m just trying to look out for you.”

I stopped, Airi was looking at me sincerely, her eyes kind. “Thank you, Airin.”

Airi nodded and went back to eating her curry, a small smile on her face, “Anytime.”

______

“And then she-” I was cut off mid sentence when the force of another body caused me to fall down to the floor.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright, Nanako?” That voice. I raised my eyes and saw the girl I’ve been longing to see for the longest time.

She reached to help me up, but Airi stopped her, standing in front of me protectively. “Airin, it’s oka-”

“I’ll help her.” Airi stated coldly, turning her back towards Nao and extending her hand to me, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I said, grabbing Airi’s hand in mine, my eyes not leaving Nao’s. Airi took notice and scowled at me.

“Nanako.” She whispered to me warningly.

I ignored her and stepped towards Nao. It’s been so long since I’ve last seen her but she hasn’t changed at all. The long hair that framed her face, her pursed lips, and the eyes that held so many secrets from me. Months had passed but I still found myself wanting her as much as I did before.

“Nao, I-”

“I’m sorry! Bye!” She hurriedly said, before turning and running in the opposite direction.

“Wait-” I tried to stop her but was cut off by Airi.

“Just let her go.” She advised, looking at me with hard eyes, “It’s for the better.”

I nodded slowly and turned away from her retreating back, “You’re right.”

Airi smiled at me lightly, grasping my hand tightly with hers. Her hand was warm, but it wasn’t the same warmth that kept me up until 3am nor was it the same warmth that I had longed for. No, but it was a warmth that I could get used to after a while.

______

“You still miss her, don’t you?” Airi questioned, her face holding no expression.

I turned my head to look at her confused, “Who?”

“Nao,” She looked back down at me, sadness in her eyes, “You still think about the breakup, about her.”

I frowned, of course I still thought about Nao, she was the first girl I’ve ever loved. I decided against saying that though and instead went with, “What makes you say that?”

“It’s obvious,” She said, moving her hand to play with a couple strands of my hair, “Even though you’re supposed to be with me, you still think about her.”

“Airin-”

“It’s okay,” She stopped me, “You love her a lot, I know.”

I nodded, there was no point in hiding things from Airi, she was- is my best friend, she could always read me so easily.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized, stopping her movements, “I should’ve encouraged you to go after her, as your friend,” She paused, moving her hand from my hair to my face, “I love you Nanako, enough to tell you to go be with Nao.” She dropped her hand and gave me a small smile before turning around and bringing the covers closer to her form, “Goodnight.”

“I’m sorry, Airin.” I stared at her bare back, the back that always held me up when I didn’t have enough strength to hold myself up. I reached my hand out, but stopped. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t love you.” She didn’t move and I took that as my cue to leave. Gathering all my clothes and quickly redressing myself, I silently left the apartment, throwing one last look at Airi who laid curled under the covers.

______

Shivering, I wrapped my hands around my bare arms, despite it being the beginning of spring, the air was still cold and held remnants of the winter chill. I opened my phone, the artificial light shining in my face. I glanced at the time, 12:03am, 20 minutes have passed since I left the voice mail and still no show. I closed my phone and took a deep breath, deciding that I would wait another 20 minutes before giving up hope and leaving for home.

“You’re an idiot,” A voice said from behind me. I turned around to come face to face with a scowling Nao, “What kind of person asks to meet at a park at 12am?” She brought her jacket tighter around her pajama clad body, “And while it’s still cold out as well.”

I stared up at her, surprised, “You came.”

Her scowl deepened, “Of course, I came. If I didn’t you would’ve stayed out here for God knows how long.” Even though her tone was cold, her words were warm. She sat down next to me, leaving a good couple of inches between us. “What did you want to talk about?”

I looked at her, “You know what I want to talk about.”

She glanced down at her hands sitting in her lap before meeting my eyes, “What do you want to know?”

“What did you mean that night?” The question that’s plagued me ever since. The question that prevented me from moving on completely.

She stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, staring off into the trees in front of us, “I-” She paused, her voice cracking slightly, “I still love you, Nanako.” She looked at me, her eyes honest.

“Then why?”

She looked away again, “Everyone says we’re too different from each other,” She swallowed, “I don’t want to get hurt.”

“But, what about me!” I raised my voice slightly, feeling the anger rise, “What about how I feel? Why does it matter so much about what other people think?”

Nao looked shocked at my outburst, before putting her cool demeanor back on, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I softened my voice, “But, don’t think about what other people say.” I reached for her hand, feeling her warmth underneath my fingertips, “I love you Nao, and that’ll never change. No matter how different we are.”

“I love you too, Nanako.” Despite the smile that she threw me, her eyes still looked unsure.

______

“Nanako, you’re home!” My mother greeted, as soon as I walked through the door, shoes not even off.

I smiled up at her, my mood the best that it’s been in months, “Hello, Mama.”

She ushered me into the dining room where my father also sat. Why were the two of them even awake at this time?

“Nanako.” My father greeted me with curt nod.

“Papa.”

“Come, sit.” My mother pushed me into one of the many chairs laid out around the large dining table, “Have you eaten yet?” She called over one of the maids before I could answer.

“I’ve already eaten at Airin’s.”

My mother nodded, before shooing the maid away. She took a seat down next to me, a large smile on her face, “We just got good news.”

I looked over at my father who held the same uninterested look, “What is it?”

She reached over and placed her hands on my shoulders, “You’re getting married.”

I stared at her in confusion, the words not quite processing in my mind “Huh?”

“He’s from a wealthy family like ours, well much more wealthier than ours.” She chuckled softly, “And he’s rather handsome as well, a perfect match for our, Nanako.”

I continued to stare at her, dumbfounded.

“Aren’t you happy, dear?” She noticed the look that I was giving her, “A wealthy husband and you didn’t even have to do any work.”

“Of course, I’m not happy.” I said, finding my words again, “I don’t want to get married to someone I don’t even know.”

My mother waved her hand, as if trying to wave away all of my doubts, “You’ll get to know him once you marry. I’m sure you’ll love him.”

“No,” I said firmly, “I don’t want to marry him.”

“Nanako,” My mother struggled to keep her smile, “What do you mean you don’t want to marry him? He’s wealthy, he’ll be able to support you.”

“I can support myself.” I frowned, “I don’t want to marry him.”

“Nanako,” She repeated, “Why?”

“I’m with someone else.”

“Oh!” The smile was back on my mother’s face, “Is he wealthy as well? Well, I doubt he would be as wealthy as the man we picked out, but that shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

I looked down at the table, “I’m with a girl.”

My mother looked at me in complete shock before quickly regaining her composure, “So, anyways, the wedding date is set to be in June.” She went on as if I hadn’t mentioned seeing anyone at all.

“I’m not going to marry him.” I stated again.

“I’m not quite sure what the theme is going to be, but I’ll ask around for some ideas.” She continued her babble.

“I’m not going to marry him,” I raised my voice and slammed my hand on the table, “I love her.”

That stopped her babbling as she once again turned to me in shock, “You are going to marry him, Nanako. Please.” She looked over desperately at my father, who looked as if he was barely listening to the conversation at all. “Dear, please tell your daughter the mistake that she’s making.”

“You’re going to marry him, Nanako. As long as you’re our daughter, you’re going to marry him.” He said, his voice firm.

“But, Papa-” I tried to plead, but he raised his hand to stop me.

“Nanako.” He said warningly.

I lowered my head, feeling the tears gather up in my eyes. I tried to blink them away and clenched my teeth together tightly.

My mother clapped her hands next to me in joy, “So it’s settled then. You’ll marry in June. I’m so happy.” With every word that escaped from her mouth, I found myself wanting to slap her more and more.

“Don’t look so down, dear.” She said, placing a hand on my shoulder as if trying to comfort me, “You’ll end up loving him, you’ll see. Then you’ll be thanking me.”

______

“Nanako?”

“Hm?” I hummed in response, setting the rows down for a break, the burning in my arms starting to get to me.

Nao leaned against me and I wrapped my arm around her waist, a small smile playing on my face, “Do you think we’ll be happy wherever we go?”

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.” I muttered, slipping a small capsule into her hands before slipping a similar one into my mouth.

______

“Why have you been acting so weird lately.” Nao questioned, looking up at me. The two of us were currently, sprawled out on her small bed, a textbook in front of us.

I looked back at her, “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been the same since we got back together.” She looked down at her lap, a sad smile on her face, “Do you regret it?”

“No! Of course not!” I denied, taking her hand into mine, “I would never.”

“Maybe, I’m just imagining it then…” She trailed off, focusing her attention back onto the textbook.

“Well,” I paused, and shook my head. I had to tell her. This was something that she needed to know. “There is something that I wanted to tell you.”

Her attention was back on me as soon as the words left my mouth, she motioned for me to continue. “I’m…I’m getting married.”

“You’re what?!” She looked furious, and I wouldn’t blame her. It’s not everyday your girlfriend tells you you’re getting married to someone else.

“My parents arranged it.”

“When?” She asked, her voice cracking at the end.

“In June.”

“And what are you going to do?” Her tone cold, eyes not meeting mine.

“They told me I had to marry him or else I wouldn’t be their daughter anymore.”

“I meant about me. What are you going to do about me, Nanako?”

I looked down at our intertwined hands. I couldn’t live without Nao in my life. She meant too much to me. Without her, I didn’t even want to think about it. “Let’s run away together.”

“What?” She asked as if she didn’t hear me, despite my words being perfectly.

“I said, let’s run away together.” I repeated anyways, “Somewhere where it’ll only be the two of us. Where we can be together and be happy.”

She stayed quite for a bit before giving her answer, “Okay,” She squeezed my hand, “I trust you.”

______

Furukawa Airi was on her way back to her apartment, when she noticed a letter sticking out of her mailbox. She looked at it curiously, it was out of the ordinary that she received mail. She picked it up and stared at it. ‘Airin’ was all that was written on it, Airi recognized the handwriting immediately. She shook her head, a small smile on her face. Why was she sending her mail when she could just text her?

She opened the envelope, taking out the plain white paper and quickly scanning it’s contents. “Nanako.” She whispered, her hand covering her open mouth, the paper dropping to the concrete floor.

Airin,

I followed your advice and went back after Nao. The two of us got back together and I’ve never been happier. The feelings that I have for her are…something unexplainable. I feel that if I tried to explain it, I would just end up soiling it with my words. Thank you Airin, for telling me to go after her. My parents however want me to get married to someone else. I can’t betray my heart, Airin, I’m sure you’re someone who knows that well enough to understand. I’ve always wanted to make my parents proud of me, but this is something that I can not will myself to do. The two of us are running away together, somewhere far, far away from here, I won’t be coming back again. Please, don’t try to follow me. I hope you understand why I couldn’t come say goodbye to you in person. I know this is something that you wouldn’t of have supported. I’m sorry, Airin. I’m sorry for not giving you the love that you deserve, and I’m sorry for doing this. You’re one of the closest friends I’ve ever had, Airin, and I’ll always cherish that. Who knows where I would be without you. I’ll always be thankful to you. I love you.

Goodbye,

Nanako.

Airi gathered herself and quickly pulled out her phone, dialing the number she already knew by heart. The phone rang a couple of times before going to the voice mail. She swore under her breath and called again, heart pounding against her chest. Nanako’s made a lot of dumb choices in the past, but this had to be one of the dumbest. Voice mail again. Airin closed her phone, giving up on trying to reach the girl’s phone and ran towards Nanako’ house instead.

______

“Look at the sunset.” Nao pointed, a serene smile on her face, “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

I nodded in agreement, setting the rows down again. I couldn’t muster the strength in me anymore to continue rowing. The boat drifted, the waves underneath lulling my eyes closed. I struggled to keep them open.

______

Airi banged against the door of Nanako’s house frantically. Even though it was relatively late at night, she knew her parents would be home by now. She knocked again, not getting an answer. Finally after a few minutes, the door opened to reveal Nanako’s mother in pajamas, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. “Airin?” She asked, confused, “What is it?”

“Is Nanako home?” She asked, the words rushing out of her mouth.

“Nanako?” She looked around in thought, “Nanako, said she was going to go stay with you tonight.”

Airi slammed a fist against the side of the doorway, before collapsing in front of the older women, sobs racking through her small frame.

“A-Airi,” Nanako’s mother questioned, not knowing what to do, “Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“She’s gone,” She wailed over and over again, “Nanako.”

______

“I’ll always love you, always.” I mumbled, pressing a light kiss to the side of her head.

“Always?” She whimpered, turning in my arms, her eyes boring into mine.

“Always.” I confirmed, entwining our fingers together and closing my eyes, feeling her shallow breathing against my chest, before letting the sleep overtake me.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Always [NaoNan] 1/14]
Post by: Shinoki on January 12, 2014, 05:46:38 PM

NAONAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Arigatou...this pairing... (;A;)/

:3 huhu, glad you enjoy the animated comments though I can't guarantee it'll be animated every time~

Okay, time to kick the Nanako-parents in the face!!!! *huhuhu, gets ready
Nanako, you should've slapped your mom then. :3
...aaaah... *pat pat Furukawa...* You can't keep restricting your puppy though.

*falls off a cliff...

Quote

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll be happy.” I muttered, slipping a small capsule into her hands before slipping a similar one into my mouth.

Suicide???? Double suicide!!????? Naaaaaan!!??????
Love versus the society around ya...

Yaaah...wonderful writing as always.
*pat pat...poor Airin...

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Preview] [Furuyanagi] 1/17]
Post by: Sasshii on January 16, 2014, 07:56:14 PM

Just a little short preview of what I'm working on now.

Airi gripped her pale hand tightly with hers, “Akane,” She cried, droplets of tears staining the white sheets of the bed, staining the white gown that Akane wore, staining Akane's white skin.

Akane lifted her trembling hand up, resting it against Airi’s face, “Don’t cry, Airin.” She spoke in a hushed tone, voice hoarse, “This is what you wanted isn’t it?” A weak chuckle escaped her lips, “I’m just a burden to you after all.”

“No!” Airi raised her voice before speaking normally, “I-I would never want this to happen to you,” She lowered her head, the sound of the heart monitor echoing in her ears, “I’m sorry. I'm sorry, Akane.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Akane dropped her hand back to her side, a small smile making it’s way to her face, “I was always meant to be a bird anyways.”

Airi laughed lightly, despite the tears that continued to fall down her face, “You’re the most beautiful bird I know, Akane.”

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Preview] [Furuyanagi] 1/17]
Post by: Shinoki on January 16, 2014, 10:31:41 PM

'tis an angst... *bows down to you...
Well, I'm looking forward to it.
(now...let's find an emoticon for that...next time...)
*thumbs up

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Preview] [Furuyanagi] 1/17]
Post by: WantingtoCuddle on January 17, 2014, 05:20:17 AM

So much furuyanagi angst on the internet lol
But it looks so good!
I'm looking forward to reading it !

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Preview] [Furuyanagi] 1/17]
Post by: p-o-p-e-y-oppa on January 18, 2014, 11:56:42 AM

(http://31.media.tumblr.com/71e75864f7e91b1be1f682c209c6c083/tumblr_mt7zkpbIk21rqfhi2o1_500.gif)

Waiting patiently...

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Preview] [Furuyanagi] 1/17]
Post by: Crossing Crossroads on January 18, 2014, 12:13:06 PM

HOW DARE YOU, FRIEND.

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Furuyanagi] 1/24]
Post by: Sasshii on January 25, 2014, 12:09:27 AM

Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. This one took me quite a while to finish, and for good reason as well, it's incredibly long. Probably the longest piece I've ever written, which isn't that long. This come in at around 7,169 words. This one shot is loosely based off the album Hospice by the Antlers, perhaps I should change the title to "Sasshi's Angsty One Shots" instead lol. Anyways, comments and constructive criticism is always welcomed and thank you as always for reading.

Also for my next OS, I'm planning to make it a horror one, but I'm a little divded on what pairing it should be. So, I thought why not let you guys decide, if you have time please vote in the poll, if you don't like any of the pairings then you may suggest your own. I only request two things, one that they must be an OT3 as the it's necessary for the plot and two I will not write wmatsui, unless there is enough demand for it. 

Wake [Furuyanagi]

“Whatcha doing tomorrow? Wanna come hang out with Kumi and me?”

Furukawa Airi shook her head, even though she knew Suga Nanako couldn’t see her over the phone, “Can’t. I start my new job tomorrow.”

Nanako made a clicking noise of disapproval, “Man, this means I have to start sharing my best friend now,” She chuckled lightly, “You’re working for the hospital aren’t you?”

Airi hummed, “Yeah, for the hospice.”

Nanako made another noise, “How depressing. Don’t get too attached Airin.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I doubt I’ll get attached to someone in such a short time.”

“Do you know anything about your patient?” Nanako asked curiously.

Airi shifted a couple of papers around, “Not much, I just know her name and age.” Finding the paper she was looking for, she threw the rest of the papers back on her desk, “Takayanagi Akane. 22.” She read.

“So young,” Nanako said, sympathy laced in her voice, “That’s so sad.”

“I hope she’s not cute,” Airi joked, a small laugh leaving her lips, “It would be sadder if she was cute.”

“You’re horrible,” Nanako chucked, “Only thinking about cute girls.”

Airi shrugged, “I think about the important things in life.”

The two sat in a comfortable silence until a loud voice in the background yelled Nanako’s name. Nanako groaned, “Sorry, it’s my mom. I gotta go.” She shifted the phone around a bit, “I’ll call you later tomorrow, okay? Good luck.”

“Alright, thanks. Bye.” Airi clicked the end call button and tossed her phone onto the bed before collapsing onto the mattress herself. She glanced at her watch, 10:30pm. If she slept now she would be able to get 7 hours of sleep before she had to wake up and start her job. She made herself more comfortable and closed her eyes, falling into sleep

______


Airi awoke to the loud blaring sound of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. She groaned and turned to check the time, 5:30am. She closed her eyes again, before quickly reopening them and jumping out of bed. She had almost forgotten about work, too caught up in the pleasures of sleep. Airi made her way to her dresser, eyes still half closed, and picked out the scrubs in the bottom drawer before stumbling towards the bathroom.

“You’re late, Furukawa.” A stern voice reprimanded her.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Airi apologized, bowing in front of the women who towered over her.

The women clicked her tongue, “And on the first day as well, not a very good impression, I might add. I hope it wasn’t a mistake to hire you.” She continued, scribbling notes onto the clipboard in her hands.

“I promise, it won’t happen again.” Airi said, head still lowered and back arched.

“Fine, follow me then,” The women said, sliding down one of the many long corridors. Airi obediently followed, struggling to keep up with the woman’s long strides, “I take it you’ve read about your patient, correct?”

Airi nodded before realizing the woman’s head was turned away from her, “Yes.”

“Good,” She stopped, and pointed to a room on the left side of the hallway, “This is your patient’s room.” She opened the door, holding it open for Airi to walk in, “She’s still sleeping, but she should be waking up soon.”

Airi looked over at the figure, sleeping peacefully in the bed and her breath caught in her throat. She looked nothing she had imagined a terminally ill person would look and to her dismay, she was actually rather cute. Airi swallowed, eying the sleeping girl, “H-How long does she have?”

The woman glanced down at her clipboard, “About 3 months. She was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia about a year or so ago.”

“That’s something that can be cured, isn’t it? Why is she here? She should be getting treatments.” Airi argued, she didn’t really know much about leukemia, but she recalled learning a little about the disease in college.

The woman cleared her throat, “All the treatments failed. They attempted a hematopoietic bone marrow transplant after she relapsed, however her body rejected it and she developed chronic graft-versus-host disease.”

“But, there has to be treatments for that, isn’t there?”

“Yes, but they failed.” The women said, a scowl on her face, “That’s why she’s here.”

Airi nodded silently, all the other questions she had dying in her throat. She looked around the room. White curtains. White tables. White bedsheets. White floors. White walls. The only thing in the room that wasn’t white was the patient and the numerous machines that she was hooked up on. “Its very white in here, isn’t it?”

“White is calming to the patients.”

Airi nodded again, “Don’t you think patients would feel better with a little bit more color?”

The women tuned to Airi, a large frown on her face, “Do you understand the meaning of hospice?”

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn’t o-”

“Then you should know that there is no feeling better, Furukawa. They’re dying.”

Airi looked up at the women in shock, before lowering her head to stare at her white shoes that blended in perfectly with the white, tiled floors, “I-I’m sorry.”

“Look, she’s awake.” The women walked towards the bed, motioning Airi to follow her closer, “Good morning, Ms. Takayanagi.”

The girl in the bed squirmed around a bit before opening her eyes, “G-Good morning, Ms. Nakada.” Her brown eyes then fell on Airi, a confused look on her face.

“This is Ms. Furukawa Airi, she’s going to take care of you from now on.”

Airi stepped forward, a wide smile on her face, “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Takayanagi. I hope we get along well.” She extended her arm towards Akane.

Akane stared at the hand, before reluctantly extending her arm. Airi continued to smile, even after noticing the ugly, blue marks that trailed up Akane’s arm.

______

“Airin! How was your first day?” The booming voice of Nanako emerged from the speakers as soon as Airi clicked accept call and brought the phone to her ear.

Airi winced and separated the phone from her ear slightly, “It was good.”

“You gotta give me more then it was good here.” Nanako whined and Airi swore she could almost see the pout that was undoubtedly on the younger girl’s face.

“It’s a hospice, Nanako. It’s depressing and not a lot of interesting things happen.” Airi chuckled, moving to sit down on the edge of her bed.

“What about the people that you met? Tell me about the girl you’re taking care of.”

“My boss is a bitch, but besides her everyone is rather nice.” Airi paused, thinking back to the girl. “She...” Airi sighed softly, she was like an angel, “She’s okay.”

“Just okay?! Tell me more about her.”

“I don’t know a lot about her, she doesn’t talk very much.” Airi explained.

“That’s no fun,” Nanako groaned, “Is she cute?”

“Very much. Even though she’s terminally ill, she’s still so pretty. She must’ve been beautiful when she was well.”

The younger girl yelled into the phone, “I wanna see her! If you say she’s pretty then she must be.”

“I would offer to bring you to work with me, but my boss already hates me. I don’t wanna give her more reasons.”

“I’m sure your boss doesn’t hate you.” Nanako assured.

“No, I’m pretty sure she hates me. She was so mean to me today, granted it was my fault I was late...but still! I apologized for being late.”

Nanako hummed in thought, “Maybe, she’s just showing you her tsun side.”

Airi let out a loud laugh at the image of the uptight and strict Nakada as a tsundere,  “I hope so.”

______


“Ms. Furukawa, do you like birds?” Akane asked, her head turned towards the window, while Airi was adjusting her IV’s.

“No, not particularly, why?” Airi answered, not pausing from her task.

“Just wondering,” Akane laid back onto her pillows, “I like birds. They always look so serene.”

Airi chuckled lightly, straightening her back, “They’re birds, it’s not like they have much to worry about.”

“I wonder if birds know they’re going to die.” Akane’s tone had changed and her face darkened, “Sometimes, I wish I was a bird wth the ignorance of not knowing.”

“One of the many burdens of being human,” Airi spoke softly, taking a seat in the hard chair situated next to Akane’s bed, “Does it hurt?”

“Knowing I’m going to die soon or the disease?”

“Both.”

Akane was quiet, her head still turned towards the window. Airi craned her neck to see what Akane was so focused on and saw a small bird nest nestled between the window frame and the adjacent building.

“There’s no eggs yet,” Akane smiled and turned her head to face Airi, “Life works in weird ways, don’t you think?”

Airi nodded her head slowly at the odd question, “It does.”

“Another reason why I want to be a bird.”

“Why a bird? It seems like such a random animal.” Airi asked, curiosity laced in her voice. She wanted to know everything that was running through Akane’s head.

“To be free.”

“Sometimes birds are caged though, not all birds are free.

“Birds are only caged because of people. People just love to cage animals, to limit their freedom. They don’t realize that they’re the ones who are truly caged.”

“Caged how? I like to think that we are pretty free.” Airi chuckled as she got up to check on Akane’s IV’s.

“Caged by society. Caged by emotions. Caged by knowledge. To be a bird is freedom, to have ignorance.” Akane paused, wincing as Airi tugged a little too hard on one of her tubes. Airi mumbled a quiet ‘sorry’ before continuing her work. “The only thing a bird isn’t free from is pain. But everyone feels pain...except for maybe fish.” She added as an afterthought.

Airi sat back down, “I’ve never thought this deeply about birds before.” She chuckled.

“You start to think about a lot of things deeply when all you can do is think.”

Airi’s watch let out a shrill noise, surprising the two girls. Airi fumbled with the device and clicked the button to stop the offending noise, “Looks like it’s time for your lunch, Ms. Takayanagi.”

______


“I want to see outside.”

Airi turned the page in her manga, “You know you can’t get outside in your condition, Ms. Takayanagi.” She answered without looking up from the book.

“But, it’s not fair,” Akane whined, “You would think since we’re dying anyways they would let us indulge a little.”

Airi sighed and set the manga down, “I’ll talk to Ms. Nakada later and ask if it’s okay.”

“Yay!” Akane cheered, a wide smile making it’s way to her lips, lighting up her normally pale face. “Thank you, Ms. Furukawa.”

Airi smiled as well, a warmth filling up her chest, “Call me Airi.”

Akane nodded excitedly, “Then you have to call me Akane.”

Airi looked down at her watch with a laugh, “It’s time for your dinner, Akane.”

______


“Airi, what do you do for fun?”

Airi lifted her head from the paperwork on her lap that she was working on, “That’s a random question.”

“I just want to know more about you.”

“More about me, huh?” Airi turned back to the paperwork, “What about you? Even though I’m supposed to be taking care of, I hardly know anything about you, besides that you like birds and love to whine.” She teased.

“I’m not really all that interesting.” Akane frowned, fingers playing with the white covers draped over her body. “Besides, you can go outside and live. I’ve been stuck alone in hospitals all my life.”

“Alone?” Airi echoed, “What about your parents? Don’t they come to visit you?” Looking back on it now Airi realized that for the entire month she was with Akane she didn’t get one single visitor besides the doctor and Nakada.

“My parents...” Akane paused, “I haven’t seen them in so long, I’ve forgotten what they even look like.”

Airi nodded, a small frown on her face, “I’m sorry, it must be hard on you.”

“My parents were supportive of me at first. They always showed up for every doctors appointment. They promised they would never give up on me no matter how bad the disease got.” Akane paused, clearing her throat. Airi offered a drink to which the younger girl refused, “But there were more complications, and the months turned into years. After a while I just stopped seeing them. They’ve never bothered to call or check if I was still alive.”

“Akane, I’m sorry, that’s horrible.”

Akane shook her head, “No, it’s okay. I understand them. I wouldn’t want to watch my daughter die either.”

“Even so, parents should always support their children no matter what. If they can’t even do that then they’re failing their jobs as parents. At least that’s what I believe.” Airi argued.

“I’m sure they’re still supporting me from afar. That thought is good enough for me.”

Airi blinked in disbelief, if she was in Akane’s shoes she would be livid at her parents for at least not calling to check up on her.

“I’ve spent so many years being angry at my parents, I don’t want to spend my last few months holding that grudge.” Akane smiled softly, “The first step to being free is to let go.”

The two girls sat in silence, Akane looking out the window and Airi musing over Akane’s words.

“Airi? Is it sunny outside?” Akane broke the silence.

“It is, I was sweating on my way to work today.”

“I wish I could remember how it felt to be in the sun.”

“Speaking about that, I talked to Ms. Nakada.”

Akane lifted her head, her eyes glinting, “And?”

“Well, it took a lot of convincing. A lot. I mean I had to buy her coffee every morning for the whole week and then I had to-” Airi stopped and looked over towards Akane who hung on every word that left her mouth, “She’ll let you go outside on your birthday, but only for an hour and I have to be with you.”

Akane squeaked in excitement, “Thank you, Airi!” She held her arms out towards the older girl.

Airi tilted her head to the side in confusion, “What are you doing?”

“Hug.” Akane pouted, arms still held out.

Airi looked around as if Nakada was somewhere watching her disapprovingly, “I’m pretty sure this is against the rules.”

“Airi,” Akane whined, dragging out Airi’s name, “Come on, just this once.”

“W-we really shouldn’t be doing this, what if Ms. Nakada walks in on us,” Airi blushed, struggling to hold back her laughter.

“Don’t be a pervert, Airi.” Akane dropped her arms with a pout, “It’s just a hug.”

“Fine, fine,” Airi agreed, getting up and dropping the paperwork on the table next to her desk, “But just   once and don’t tell Ms. Nakada.”

Akane nodded in excitement as she held her arms open again.

Airi sighed as she awkwardly wrapped her arms around Akane’s thin figure. Even through the gown and blankets she could still feel her bones sticking out from skin underneath her fingers.

“I’m happy you’re my nurse, Airi.” Akane breathed, laying her head against the older girl’s chest, “For once in my life I’m happy I’m sick because it means I got to meet you.”

“A-Ah, is that so?” Airi’s heart thumped against her chest and she prayed that Akane wouldn’t hear or comment on it.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” Akane teased with a small smile, “Could it be that you’re falling for me?”

“O-Of course not,” Airi stammered, breaking the hug and hurriedly returned to her seat, “I just have a weak heart is all.” She looked away at her lie.

“Sure,” Akane nodded, smile still on her face.

Airi cleared her throat and looked at her watch, “Anyways, it’s about time for your lunch, Akane.”

______



“Airin, you’re neglecting your best friend. I don’t even remember the last time I saw you.” Nanako whined over the phone.

Airi rolled her eyes and sighed, “Sorry Nannan, I’ve been so busy with work, you know with Akane’s time coming...” Airi coughed.
Nanako hummed, “Don’t forget what I told you about getting too attached to her.”

Airi clicked her tongue in annoyance, “I’m not getting attached, I’m just doing my job.”

“Sure, sure.” Nanako continued, “So what will you do when she dies?”

“Well, I would get sad, of course. Everyone would get sad if someone they knew died.”

“You know what I mean, Airin.” Nanako said, her tone turning serious, “I know how you get, I don’t want you to become like that again.”

Airi kept quiet, pondering over what Nanako told her. She thought about the way Akane smiled, showing all her teeth when Airi told her a particularly hilarious story. The way she talked so passionately about the things she believed in. The way her thin body felt against Airi’s. The bruises that decorated her body and how badly Airi wanted some magical way to take away all the pain she felt. “Shit,” Airi cursed out loud, she was getting attached.

“What?” Nanako asked in a smug tone, as if Airi had unconsciously admitted that she was right.

“Nothing,” Airi waved it off, “I’m not getting attached, okay?”

Nanako sighed loudly, “Whatever you say, Airin. I just want you to be careful.”

“I will. Don’t worry about Nanako, I’ll be fine.”

“I hope so...”

______


“Airi?”

Airi looked up to see Akane staring at her, eyes sparkling, “Akane?”

“Do you know what today is?”

Airi put a finger to her thought in mock thought, “Of course I do.”

Akane sat up a little at Airi’s answer, “You do?”

“I would have to be dumb to forget,” Airi smiled, “Today’s when the new volume of the Shingeki manga comes out!”

Akane’s smile fell from her face, “Oh,” She pulled the covers up to her chin and turned towards the window as if trying to ignore Airi’s presence.

“I’m just kidding,” Airi said, getting up and walking towards Akane’s figure. She placed a hand on Akane’s covered shoulder, “Happy birthday, Akane.” 

“That wasn’t funny, Airi.” Akane pouted, sitting up in the bed again, “I thought you really did forget.”
Airi chuckled nervously, she would never admit that she actually did forget and if she hadn’t looked at her planner before she came to work she would’ve never known. Airi cleared her throat, “So, do you know where you want to go?”

“The park!” Akane smiled brightly.

“The park?” Airi repeated, “Don’t you want to go somewhere...I don’t know, more exciting?”

“What’s wrong with the park?” Akane frowned.

“Nothing! It’s just that...I thought you would want to go somewhere...not as boring.”

“The park’s not boring,” Akane looked offended, “Besides, if we go somewhere else, I won’t have all your attention on me like usual.”

“W-What?” Airi sputtered, “You’re my patient, I would get fired if I didn’t pay attention to you.” She got up and reached underneath her seat, throwing it gently onto Akane’s bed.

Akane reached into the bag, “What’s this?”

“I brought clothes for you. It would look pretty odd if you were just walking around in the city with your hospital gown on.” Airi chuckled.

Akane nodded and pulled out the plain white shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

“Sorry, they’re my old clothes.” Airi said sheepishly.

“So this is how you dress outside of work?” Akane laughed, setting the clothes back down, “I never knew you would dress so plain.”

“T-Those are my old clothes! I don’t dress like that anymore!” Airi stuttered, her face turning a little red, “Just hurry up and put them on, I’ll wait outside.” Airi stomped towards the door and stepped out into the hallway, Akane’s laughter ringing in her ears. She leaned against the closed door, a small smile making it’s way to her face.

“Shit,” Remembering Nanako’s warnings to her last night caused the smile to fade away. Catching herself smiling at Akane’s dumb antics made her realize just how deep in she was. She had never known that she would end up growing this attached to the sick girl. Airi closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowed. Maybe it was a mistake to take this job after all. She had thought about transferring, but what would she tell Nakada for the reason of her transfer? That she ended up harboring romantic feelings for her patient? She would end up being the laughing stock of the entire hospital. She could see it now, her colleagues laughing at her behind her back, gossiping to each other, ‘have you heard about that Furukawa girl? She ended up falling in love with her dying patient. What a sicko.’ After that she would most likely be fired and with no income to pay her bills she would be forced to move back to her parents house. All their neighbors would look at her with disgusted eyes and eventually she would never leave the house again. Spiraling into depression she would become a NEET doing nothing but watching animes all day and playing visual novels. Her only support would be her parents money until she died at the tender age of 35 alone.

Airi opened up her eyes again, “I won’t let that happen to me!” She yelled, startling the nurses working at the desk.

“Shhh!” One of the nurses shushed her, anger apparent on her face.

“Sorry!” Airi apologized with a short bow, “I won’t let that happen to me,” She whispered to herself with determination. All she had to do was just separate herself from Akane a little, granted that was easier said than done as Airi’s job was to basically take care of Akane all day. The only time she wasn’t with the younger girl was from 11pm until 6am, a measly 7 hours. She sighed and rubbed her temples, she had to find a way to make these feelings go away before they got the better of her.

“Airi!” Akane yelled from the other side of the door, “I’m done, you can come in now.”

Airi took a deep breath to ready herself, before turning around and opening the door to her own personal hell.

“How do I look?” Akane questioned as soon as Airi entered the room.

The younger girl turned around and posed as if she was a model for a photo shoot. The large white shirt hung loosely over Akane’s figure, while the jeans sagged a little, the bottoms dragging on the floor. Airi stiffed a laugh, Akane looked like a little girl trying to wear her parents clothes while they were out to work, “You look, uh...I probably should just bought you small clothes instead.”

Akane frowned, “Does it look bad?”

“No, no! It looks fine!” Airi lied, “We’ll only be out for an hour anyways.”

“Well if you say so...” Akane continued frowning, pulling a little at the fabric, “I haven’t worn outside clothes for so long, I’ve almost forgotten what it’s felt like.”

Airi opened the door, ignoring Akane’s musings, “Come on, let’s go.”

Akane stopped her fussing and obediently followed Airi out the door. As soon as the two had made it out to the hallway she stopped and ran towards the window, “Airi, look!” She pointed, her face full of excitement.

Airi stood next to Akane, confused, “I don’t see anything.” 

“The trees! The buildings! Look at all the people, I don’t think I’ve seen this many people in one place for years!”

Airi looked out the window again. She didn’t see what was so special about any of it, they were things that she saw everyday on her way to work. Airi chuckled at Akane’s childlike behavior, “Come on, you can see all those things better outside.”

“Is it warm outside today?” Akane asked as the two of them slowly made their way down the stairs. Airi had made her way to the elevator, only to be stopped by Akane who insisted that they took the stairs instead.

“It’s average, about 19.” Airi panted, cursing her poor cardio skills. They had only walked down 3 flights of stairs and Airi was already beyond her limit. She looked over at Akane, expecting her to be tired as well, however the sick girl didn’t seem fazed at all by the exercise.

“I was wondering, what won’t you let happen to you?” Akane asked, with a curious smile.

“What are you talking about?” Airi was focusing all her attention on trying to get her heart to not give out.

“When I was changing, I heard you yelling that to yourself.” Akane jumped down the last two steps, smiling up at Airi who looked like she had run a 5 mile marathon.

“O-Oh that?” Akane waved her hand, “T-That was just me hyping myself up...you see...I wanted to uh...I didn’t want to let myself become fat! So I decided I needed more exercise.”

Akane eyed Airi, “I can see that.”

Airi nodded, a small smile on her face at the success of her lie, “What park did you want to go to?”

Akane stopped, “I was hoping you would know where to go.”

Airi racked her brain, she didn’t visit parks very often as she didn’t see a point to, however she did remember passing by this park that was relatively close by to the hospital a couple of times, “There’s a park close by that we can go to.”

“Close by? So that means we can walk then?” Akane smirked as if she saw right through Airi’s previous lie.

Airi wiped away at her sweat, “I was actually hoping we could drive there instead.”

Akane lifted an eyebrow, “But, I thought you wanted to get more exercise?”

“Oh that? I’ll uh start that tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Akane agreed, “But only because you look like you’re about to pass out right now.”

As soon as the two had made it to the parking garage, Airi wanted to throw herself on the floor and praise to the gods that the torture was over.

“Wow, look at all these cars, they look so cool.” Akane stared in awe, “Which one is yours?”

Airi lead the way, weaving between the parked cars until she stood in front of a silver Prius, “This one is mine!” She stood proudly, running her hand over the metallic exterior.

“This tiny thing?” Akane laughed, “It’s so tiny, it suits you.”

“Hey! What are you trying to say?” Airi yelled, offended.

“Nothing,” Akane tried to control her laughing, “It’s cute.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Airi scowled in an attempt to hide the growing smile, “Get in.”

“Can I open the windows?” Akane asked as soon as the two were out of the parking garage and on the road.

Airi nodded and Akane wasted no time in getting the window down, sticking her hand out the crack, “The wind feels so nice.”

“Careful, if you stick your hand out too far it’ll get hit.” Airi warned with a small smile.

Akane looked shocked and immediately pulled her hand back in, “It would be awful if they buried me without an arm.” 

After that the two sat in comfortable silence, Airi concentrating her attention on driving and Akane pressing her face against the window in wonder.

“We’re here,” Airi announced, pulling the car into the parking lot.

“Wow, this park is huge.” Akane awed.

“I thought you would like it here better,” Airi said opening the car door and stepping out, “There’s a lot of birds here, so...”

“Thank you, Airi!” Akane almost tripped onto the pavement face first trying to exit the vehicle.

“You’re welcome.” Airi smiled. No, stop smiling! She yelled to herself and immediately frowned which Akane noticed.

“Are you okay? Do you not like it here?” Akane asked worried.

“N-No, it’s not that, I was just having some uh...unpleasant thoughts.” She shuttered remembering her future if she didn’t stop now, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Some champagne would be really nice right now.”

Airi frowned and clicked her tongue, “You know you can’t drink alcohol.”

“I was just joking,” Akane squinted her eyes at Airi, “I’ll have some tea then.”

“Okay, wait over there, I’ll be back.” Airi pointed at one of the benches that overlooked a small body of water.

As soon as Akane was seated and no longer focusing her attention on Airi, Airi gave herself a small smack on the head, Akane definitely knew she was acting weird. She looked at her watch, only 20 minutes had passed since they left the hospital, that meant they only had 30 minutes left in the park until they had to start heading back to the hospital. Airi sighed, right now 30 minutes felt like too long to be left alone with Akane, but if she was lucky Akane would be too memorized by being outside to question Airi.

“Airi!” A voice called her name.

Airi turned around, expecting it to be Akane telling her something ‘interesting’ that had happened, but she was instead surprised to see Nanako jogging towards her.

“Airin, I knew it was you,” Nanako pulled the earphones out of her ears and wiped away at the sweat forming on her forehead, “What are you doing here? I thought you hated parks?”

“Oh, Nanako,” Airi cursed to herself, she had forgotten that Nanako lived near this park and often came here to jog, “I-I’m just here, alone, enjoying the sun. It’s such a nice day out, so I just thought I would come to the park to you know, uh relax and...enjoy the sun alone.”

“O...kay. Well since you’re alone...enjoying the sun, alone, that means you have time to hang out then, right?” Nanako squinted at Airi suspiciously.

“Uh, well you see, actually, I’m uh...meditating. Yeah! I’m meditating, that’s why I’m here alone.” Airi shifted her eyes towards Akane who was staring at her questioningly from the bench.

Nanako followed Airi’s eyes, “Do you know her or something?” Nanako smiled as if she had just found out a huge secret,  “Are you on a date? Is that why you’re acting so weird?”

Airi laughed comically and smacked Nanako on the back, “A date! Yeah, I’m on a date, we’re on a date, well gotta go, don’t wanna keep my date waiting.” Airi tried to wave goodbye and walk back only to be stopped by Nanako.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Nanako shook her head, “You can’t go on a date and expect your best friend to not meet her. I need to know she’s good enough for my Airin.”

“N-No, you really don’t have to, I mean she’s a little weird, I don’t think it’s going to last.” Airi cursed at herself in her head, she just ended up digging herself into a bigger hole.

“Yeah, she does seem a little weird...I mean who the hell wears that on a date? She looks like she’s dressed to do construction work.” Nanako side-eyed Akane, “And she’s so thin, she looks like the wind is about to break her.”

“Y-Yeah, well I should head back, she’s probably wondering what I’m doing.” Airi tried for a second time to leave only to her dismay be stopped by Nanako again.

“No, no, no. I still have to meet this girl, this is too interesting for me to pass up.” Nanako chuckled.

Airi sighed, there was no way Nanako was going to let her go without meeting Akane, “Fine, just don’t say anything weird.”

“Don’t worry, Airin. Trust in your best friend.” Nanako grinned, slinging an arm over Airi’s shoulder, “Why are you all sweaty?”

“Don’t ask.”

______


“You’re friend was really interesting.” Akane mentioned as soon as the two were settled back into the hospital room.

“Sorry about that,” Airi dug in her bag, pulling out a small plastic bag, “She kept on insisting to meet you.”

Akane shook her head, “It’s okay. It was nice to meet her. I feel as if I know you a little better now.”

“This is for you,” Airi said, placing the gift wrapped bag onto Akane’s blanket covered lap.

“What’s this?” Akane questioned, picking the object up and turning it around as if trying to see past the gift wrap.

“It’s a birthday present,” Airi smiled, “Happy birthday, Akane.”

Akane smiled widely, “I wold say ‘you didn’t have too,’ but that seems as if I don’t appreciate it. Thank you, Airi.” Akane lifted the tape from the paper carefully, as if she was performing a delicate surgery, until the gift was free from it’s paper shell, revealing a small, hardcore book, “A field guide to birds.” Akane read the title out loud, before breaking out into a large smile, “It’s perfect, Airi, thank you.”

Airi rubbed the back of her neck, “Well, I just figured since you liked birds, and you always look so bored sitting there doing nothing.”

Akane held her arm out, “Come here.”

“I thought we agreed I would only hug you once?” Despite her words, Airi walked over towards Akane’s outstretched arm anyways.

“I’m not asking for a hug,” Akane smirked before leaning in and planting a light kiss to Airi’s cheek, “Thank you, Airi.”

Airi pulled away, shocked at the younger girl’s actions, “Y-You’re welcome,” She stuttered, her face dark red.

______


“Ms. Furukawa, may I have a word?” Nakada stopped Airi just as she was about to enter Akane’s room.

“Of course, Ms. Nakada.” Airi replied, a polite smile on her face.

“I’ll be frank here, Ms. Furukawa, I’m worried about you.” Although, Nakada had claimed to be worried, her face was still as stoic as ever.

Airi furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “Worried? Why? Is my performance not up to par?”

“No, no, it’s not that. Unexpectedly, you’re quite a good worker.” Nakada cleared her throat as if the compliment burned her mouth, “I’m more worried about your...relationship with Ms. Takayanagi.”

“Relationship?”

Nakada cleared her throat again, “Yes, I’ve noticed that the two of you have gotten quite close over the past months, have you not?”

“That’s true, but I don’t see what this has to do with-”

Nakada awkwardly placed a hand on Airi’s shoulder and tried her hardest to muster a sympathetic smile, however it came out rather forced looking instead, “What I’m saying is, Ms. Takayanagi doesn’t have much time left. It’s better not to get too...attached.”

Airi frowned, “I’m not getting attached.” Her voice raised slightly in annoyance, “I’m just doing my job is all. I don’t care if Akane dies or not, it’s only work to me. She’s my patient and that’s all.” As soon as the words left her mouth Airi immediately regretted them realizing that she was standing outside of Akane’s door and that the girl might have heard her. She cursed her pride.

Nakada nodded, shocked at Airi’s outburst. She fixed her already perfectly placed skirt, “Well then, I’m glad you’re able to to distinguish between work and personal life.” With those words she left, the echo of her heels clicking on the tiled floor the only reminder that she was there.

Airi took a deep breath and prayed that Akane was either asleep or didn’t hear her at all. To her dismay when she opened the door, she found Akane propped up in bed, wide awake, her head hung low, evidence that she had heard Airi’s cold words.

Airi waked towards the side of the bed, “I guess you heard me then?”

Akane nodded once, her eyes focused on the white door in front of her.

Airi sighed, “I’m sorry, Akane. I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

“No, it’s okay.” Akane spoke in a small, soft voice, that reminded Airi of the first time they had met, “I understand exactly what you were trying to say, Ms. Furukawa. You’ve made that point very clear.”

“Akane, please listen to-”

Akane turned to lay on her side, her back facing Airi, “I’m not feeling too well. I’m going to rest now. If you could please refrain from disturbing me.”

Airi closed her mouth and at down in her usual seat, not sure what else to say. She watched the rise and fall of Akane’s back before leaning her head back and closing her eyes, “I’m sorry, Akane.” She whispered one last time.

______

When Airi got a 3am call from the hospital, she already knew what they were calling her about. Despite it, she had still hoped they were calling about to tell something mundane like that they decided to give her a day off tomorrow, “Hello?” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Ms. Furukawa?” It was Nakada and her tone didn’t help put Airi’s mind at ease, “It’s time.”

Airi doesn’t remember the last time she drove that fast.

As soon as she arrived she ran up all the way to the 7th floor, not even pausing to take a breath or to calm her throbbing heart.

“Ms. Furukawa.” Nakada called her over. For once her boss wasn’t wearing her usual scornful scowl, but instead one of sympathy, “She wants to see you.”

Airi let out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding, relived that she would at least get to say goodbye. Airi opened the door to see Akane laying motionless in bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Airi,” Her voice was rough, she attempted to lift her head up but found that she didn’t have enough strength in her to do so. Airi ran over to Akane’s side, gently pushing the girl’s head back down, before taking a seat.

Airi gripped her pale hand tightly with hers, “Akane,” She cried, droplets of tears staining the white sheets of the bed, staining the white gown that Akane wore, staining Akane's white skin.

Akane lifted her trembling hand up, resting it against Airi’s face, “Don’t cry, Airin.” She spoke in a hushed tone, voice hoarse, “This is what you wanted isn’t it?” A weak chuckle escaped her lips, “I’m just a burden to you after all.”

“No!” Airi raised her voice before speaking normally, “I-I would never want this to happen to you,” She lowered her head, the sound of the heart monitor echoing in her ears, “I’m sorry. I'm sorry, Akane.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Akane dropped her hand back to her side, a small smile making it’s way to her face, “I was always meant to be a bird anyways.”

Airi laughed lightly, despite the tears that continued to fall down her face, “You’re the most beautiful bird I know, Akane.”

Akane chuckled before falling into a fit of coughs, “Airi, I-” Another cough, this time bright red blood stained Akane’s pale fingers.

“Akane!” Airi yelled, standing up to get Nakada and the doctors to come in.

Airi’s hand gripped weakly around her wrist stopped her in her tracks, “Airi, 256.”

“W-What?”

“256.” Akane’s grip loosened and her hand fell back to her side with a small ‘thump’.

Airi shot back one more look at Akane who was still mouthing ‘256’ to her before running out the room for Nakada.

After that it was all a blur for Airi, as cliché as it sounded. All she remembers was the doctors running around Akane’s bedside yelling vitals and other medical words Airi didn’t understand. Nakada stood stoic next to her, a hand planted firmly on Airi’s shoulder as if trying to comfort her in her own way. At the end of it all, Airi remembers vividly seeing all the doctors hang their heads as if in prayer before exiting the room, leaving Akane’s white, motionless body in the center of it all. One of the doctors came up to Airi, a solemn look on his face, “You did well, Ms. Furukawa. The first one is always the hardest to lose.” He then turned to Nakada, “Ms. Nakada, if you would follow me, there’s some paperwork I need you to fill out.”

Nakada nodded, “I’ll give you some time, Ms. Furukawa.”

Airi didn’t know how long she stood there, staring at the dead body of her former patient, her former friend. Somehow, without knowing how she got there, she ended up at Akane’s bedside, seated in her usual chair. Airi reached a hand out tentatively, her skin was still warm.

“Akane,” Airi closed her eyes, Akane’s last words still echoing in her ears. 256. What was Akane trying to tell her? 256. 256. She repeated the numbers in head, trying to make sense of it. 256 could have been a number of things; was it a password? Or perhaps a street number? As far as Airi knew, Akane had never mentioned about owning something that needed a password, and Airi was also pretty sure Akane’s only home was the hospital.

“Airi,” It was Nakada again, “The doctors are going to have to take Akane to the morgue now. Are you finished?” Her usual harsh tone now had an edge of softness to it, almost like a mother speaking to her child.

Airi nodded, she didn’t know how much longer she could take staring at Akane’s figure, knowing she was gone and wasn’t going to wake up again.

Two doctors came in, bowing quickly at Airi before wheeling away the hospital bed with Akane in it out the door and away from Airi.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Nakada spoke up again, approaching Airi, “Ms. Takayanagi asked for me to give this to you after...” She coughed, “After she passed.” She reached into her coat and pulled out the book that Airi had given Akane for her birthday.

Suddenly it all clicked together. 256. They were page numbers.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll be in my office if you need me, Ms. Furukawa.” Nakada excused herself, sensing that Airi wanted to be left alone.

Airi sat back down in her usual seat, and turned the pages. 254, 255, 256. A paragraph in the book was underlined several times, ‘Birds have hollow bones for a couple of reasons. The first is that their hollow bones are part of their respiratory system. The second is that hollow bones makes them lighter which makes it easier for them to fly.’ Airi stared at the paragraph, clueless as to why Akane wanted her to read this. She looked to the margins and found a couple of words scribbled in, ‘Proof that I was meant to be a bird.’ Airi chuckled lightly before reading down further, ‘Airi, don’t lose your way. I’ll always be watching over you. I love you.’

“Akane,” Airi repeated, feeling the tears well up in her eyes again. She closed the book, looking at the spot where Akane used to lay. If she was here right now she would probably smile that crooked smile at her, “Airi, why are you crying? You’re so sensitive.” She would tease before breaking out into a wild laugh. Airi smiled, the tears falling freely down her face, “I love you too, Akane. I love you too.”

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Furuyanagi] 1/24] [Poll for next OS]
Post by: Shinoki on January 25, 2014, 01:38:13 AM

Sasshii-san...sometimes I wonder are you trying to kill me?
This is too angsty yet good at the same time...

I wish it was longer...but I'm a fast reader. But it's already pretty long and all...but...
*dies...*
*slaps self x 50* (Truthfully, I did slap myself a few times...)
Le sad truth of reality... (;A;)
This Akane...in this sekai...
I haven't read anything hospice-based for a long time... (last time was a visual novel - narcissus)
But...omg...still so sad... *falls to floor...
Like somehow, Nanako's role... I really liked how it was written...

The next one-shot's horror eh?
I bet it'll still be depressing though~
Depressing is a virtue! (though it'd be interesting to see a fluff come out or something :3 )
ganbatte nee~~ (turns out I'm a sadist.)

Title: Re: Sasshii's One Shot Collection [Wake [Furuyanagi] 1/24] [Poll for next OS]
Post by: p-o-p-e-y-oppa on January 25, 2014, 01:50:33 AM

I read this on Tumblr already but up until now, I just can't still get over it. I guess because it was too sad and I thought that it wasn't fair that Churi died. (lol) But probably because this story made me hope that Churi will be miraculously cured by some unknown force or smth. I like stories that aren't that much predictable and will make you hope for a strange twist. Although it was already mentioned that she's gonna die in 3 months, somehow I still hoped that she'll push through and will live a happy life with Airin (lolol)

Anyway, thank you for this! There are so little fanfics about Furuyanagi and I have to say, this has gotta be the best written. ☆＾▽＾☆ Write more about them, alright? lol now that made me sound demanding. But yes, I wish you do. You seem fond of the couple anyway. It didn't look pushy and the writing looked natural, as if it was really Airi.

Again! Thank you! I don't usually write long comments but you deserve a long appreciating one. I usually just comment a gif so.. here's a gif! This probably explains what I look like throughout the whole fic.

(http://mashable.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Love-and-Other-Drugs.gif)

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Forgotten Preview [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 1/27]
Post by: Sasshii on January 28, 2014, 02:23:15 AM

Hey guys, I got a request for a NishiKumi, so I decided to start on that before I venture onto my horror one shot. Seems like so far Rena x Churi x Airi is winning so far and I've got a rough plot of what I want it to be so please look forward to that in the future. But for now here's a preview for the Kumi x Nishi x Yuria I'm working on now ouob

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White. All she could see was white. She clenched her eyes shut, feeling the pressure build up in her skull. The ringing in her ears becoming unbearable.

“Ni...shi...”

She opened her eyes again, the white slowly waning from her vision.

“Yuka.”

The ringing stopped, she released a breath of relief.

“Yuka.” The voice repeated a little firmer.

She turned her head towards the source of the sound, a blurry face a few inches away from hers.

“Yuka, can you hear me?”

She tried to open her mouth and answer but the words never left her throat. She closed her eyes again, the dull throbbing in the back of her head lulling her to sleep.

“Will she be okay, doctor?” A female asked, turning away from the sleeping girl.

“I wouldn’t worry, Ms. Kizaki.” The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Ms. Nakanishi suffered minor cranial damage due to the impact and the scans showed no permanent damage. However, we can not fully assess the damage until Ms. Nakanishi wakes up.”

“So, that means there could be something wrong with her?”

The doctor cleared his throat, “It’s hard to say right now. We will just have to wait until she wakes up.”

Yuria nodded in understanding, “Thank you, doctor.”

The doctor bowed and shot Yuria a sympathetic smile before leaving the room.

Yuria sighed and relaxed into her chair, “What am I going to do with you, Yuka?” She leaned forward, pushing aside the stray hairs that stuck to Yuka’s forehead.

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Forgotten Preview [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 1/27]
Post by: WantingtoCuddle on January 28, 2014, 07:43:58 AM

yay not a kanonxkumixyuria for once :D
looks amazing! XD
Looking forward to it!

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Forgotten Preview [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 1/27]
Post by: LittleTina on January 29, 2014, 06:23:57 PM

Jab. uwu Don't make me cry again.

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Forgotten Preview [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 1/27]
Post by: saeseki on January 30, 2014, 03:57:52 PM

 :twothumbs :twothumbs :twothumbs :twothumbs :twothumbs

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Recall [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 02/08]
Post by: Sasshii on February 09, 2014, 12:47:10 AM

Hello friends! I'm back with a new OS. This one was a request for NishiKumi, and with that as a casual reminder, I'm open for requests. The only pairing I won't write is wmatsui and I generally am not big on writing pairings with Jurina. Nothing against Jurina, I just find it hard to ship her lol. But, I might make exceptions in some cases. Just PM me ouo/ Comments and criticism is always welcome and thanks for reading ouo

Recall

White. All she could see was white. She clenched her eyes shut, feeling the pressure build up in her skull. The ringing in her ears becoming unbearable.

“Ni…shi…”

She opened her eyes again, the white slowly waning from her vision.

“Yuka.”

The ringing stopped, she released a breath of relief.

“Yuka.” The voice repeated a little firmer.

She turned her head towards the source of the sound, a blurry face a few inches away from hers.

“Yuka, can you hear me?”

She tried to open her mouth and answer but the words never left her throat. She closed her eyes again, the dull throbbing in the back of her head lulling her to sleep.

“Will she be okay, doctor?” A female asked, turning away from the sleeping girl.

“I wouldn’t worry, Ms. Yagami.” The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Ms. Nakanishi suffered minor cranial damage due to the impact and the scans showed no permanent damage. However, we can not fully assess the full damage until Ms. Nakanishi wakes up.”

“So, that means there could be something wrong with her?”

The doctor cleared his throat, “It’s hard to say right now. We will just have to wait until she wakes up.”

Kumi nodded in understanding, “Thank you, doctor.”

The doctor bowed and shot Kumi a sympathetic smile before leaving the room.

Kumi sighed and relaxed into her chair, “What am I going to do with you, Yuka?” She leaned forward, pushing aside the stray hairs that stuck to Yuka’s forehead.

The second time Yuka opened her eyes, she was alone, the only sound the rhythmic beeping of the machine next to her. She groaned and gripped at her head, the dull throbbing was still present as ever and her entire body ached as if she decided to run an eight mile marathon last minute.

Against her better judgment she tried to sit up and winced before falling back onto the hard bed. ‘Bad idea number two’, she thought to herself, ‘the first bad idea being whatever I did to have me end up in here’. She couldn’t exactly remember what she could have done to end up here, in fact the last thing she remembered was boarding the bus to go to class. Did she end up in some kind of accident?

“Oh, you’re awake,” The nurse looked surprised when she entered the room to see a conscious Yuka, “Let me go get the doctor.”

“Wai-” Yuka tried to call out, but the nurse had slammed the door shut and was probably half way down the hallway already. Yuka sighed and stared up at the white ceiling, thousands of questions swimming around in her head.

“Ah, Ms. Nakanishi. Good to see you awake.” A man, who Yuka assumed was the doctor, walked in, “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got run over by a truck.”

The doctor let out a light chuckle before reaching for Yuka’s chart at the foot of her bed, “That’s not far from what happened.”

“I got run over by a truck?!” Yuka yelled before wincing, it wasn’t one of the wisest things to yell while harboring the worst headache ever.

“Oh no, no. It was just a minor car accident.”

Yuka frowned, “Who’s car?”

The doctor looked up from her chart, “Yours, I believe.”

Yuka’s frown deepened as she thought about all the insurance paperwork she would have to fill out after she left and how much the repairs would cos- “Wait a minute,” Yuka scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, “I don’t own a car.”

The doctor hummed, tapping his pen against the paper, “Perhaps I was mistaken then. It must have been your girlfriend’s car then.”

Yuka let out a breath of relief, as horrible as it sounded, at least that meant she wouldn’t have to be the one filling out all that paperwork and paying for those repair cos- “Wait a minute,” Yuka repeated, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

The doctor stopped his tapping and looked at Yuka, confused, “Ms. Nakanishi, do you know what year it is?”

Yuka scoffed, “Of course I know what year it is, it’s 2011.”

The man simply grunted and jotted down more notes onto Yuka’s chart.

“I don’t understand, what’s wrong?” Yuka was starting to question this man’s credibility, what kind of doctor was he if he didn’t even know what year it was?

The doctor didn’t look up from the clipboard until a quiet, polite knock finally lifted his head up, “Ah, that should be the nurse with Ms. Yagami. Come in.”

“Ms. Yagami?” Yuka repeated, confused.

Two people entered the room, the first one wearing the usual nurse uniform while the second one was a slightly younger looking female who was wearing casual clothes. The one in the uniform stood next to the doctor, a neutral expression on her face, while the other rushed over to Yuka’s side, startling her.

“Yuka! Are you alright? How are you feeling?” She gripped at Yuka’s hands with hers.

“Uh? Do I know you?” Yuka asked, shifting her hands out of the strangers grip. Now she really was questioning the doctor and the strange people he brought in to see her.

The girl looked scandalized at Yuka’s question and reaction, she turned towards the doctor, “Doctor?”

The doctor coughed into his hands and set Yuka’s chart down, “Ms. Yagami, if you could please have a seat? It seems some…complications have arisen.”

“Complications?” Kumi asked, taking the seat next to Yuka’s bed. Yuka moved over towards the edge of the bed not wanting to be anywhere near the strange girl.

“Yes, Ms. Nakanishi, if you don’t mind telling us, what is the last thing you remember doing?”

Yuka looked up at the ceiling in thought, “The last thing I remember I was getting onto the bus to go to class.”

“Class?” Kumi questioned, “Yuka, you graduated years ago.”

“No I didn’t. I still have another year before I get my degree.” Yuka corrected, who was this girl trying to correct her about her own life?

The doctor nodded his head and picked up Yuka’s chart again. Yuka wondered how many more times he would repeat this action, she decided she would keep a count from now on, “I see. Do you happen to know who this young lady over here is and her relation to you?” He motioned towards Kumi.

“You remember don’t you, Yuka?” Her voice was borderline pleading and Yuka felt a small wave of guilt rush over her.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. I’m assuming we’re friends though, right?” Yuka offered, she had hoped that including the last part would pillow the negative of her not remembering the other girl.

Despite Yuka’s best efforts, it didn’t work, and Kumi made a face that looked like she was about to burst into tears any second.

The man simply nodded again and scanned Yuka’s chart with his eyes, “It seems like you have a case of retrograde Amnesia, Ms. Nakanishi.”

“Amnesia?” Kumi asked before Yuka could even open her own mouth to do so.

“Yes,” The doctor set the chart down, Yuka made sure to add one point in her head, “Ms. Nakanishi, if you don’t mind telling me what the year is again?”

“2010.”

Kumi’s face told Yuka all she needed to know.

“The year is 2014, Ms. Nakanishi.”

“You don’t remember anything that’s happened in the past 4 years, Yuka?” Kumi asked, her voice desperate.

Yuka shook her head, a little shocked at this revelation. 4 years had passed by her and she couldn’t remember any of it at all, “Is there anyway for me to get my memory back?”

The doctor looked grim as he shook his head, “I’m afraid that right now there is no medical way to solve this. It’ll have to just come naturally to you.”

“Naturally? But this is 4 years of my life I can’t remember! 4 years is a long time to forget. I mean what do I even do? Am I even friends with the same people anymore?” Yuka looked desperately at the doctor, maybe if she really begged he would surprise her with some kind of cure all medicine that he’s been hiding.

Unfortunately for Yuka, the doctor didn’t break into a laugh and give her a shot of some kind of potion that would restore her memories, instead his face stayed grim, “I’m sorry, Ms. Nakanishi.”

“Don’t worry, Yuka, I’ll try my hardest to help you remember.” Kumi added in, nodding her head in determination.

Yuka looked over at the other girl and for once in the span of 15 minutes that she knew her, she was thankful that Kumi was here, “Thank you.”

The doctor cleared his throat, “It seems that aside from your memory loss, you should be clear to go home today, Ms. Nakanishi.”

Well at least she could go be miserable in the comfort of her own home.

The man spoke quietly with the nurse for a few minutes before turning his attention back to the two girls, “I’ll go get started on the paperwork for that and bring it back here for you to sign,” He addressed Kumi, “I take it you’ll be taking care of her for the time being?”

Kumi simply nodded in response.

“Excuse me then.” The doctor said before opening the door and leaving, the nurse following closely behind him.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you.” Yuka said, breaking the awkward silence that had hung between the two of them.

Kumi shook her head, “No, it’s fine. It’s not your fault.” She said with a small smile.

Yuka smiled back, now that she had a closer look she realized that the other girl was actually quite cute. Yuka coughed into her hand, now wasn’t the time to start thinking about cute girls, “So, I take it I was right and that we’re friends, right?”

Kumi looked to the side, “Something like that.”

Yuka hummed and sat up slightly, she wanted to know about this girl and more about the old her, “We must be really close for you to volunteer to take care of me. What’s happened to my parents?”

“Your parents…they’ve uh,” Kumi struggled with finding the right words.

“Are they alright?” Worry made it’s way to Yuka’s face as she sat up a little straighter.

Kumi waved her hand with a small chuckle, “Oh no, they’re fine and healthy, it’s just that…You don’t really talk to them anymore.”

“I don’t?” Yuka cocked her head to the side, “I thought my relationship with my parents was always good.”

Kumi made a noise, she wasn’t exactly fond of lying to Yuka, well technically she wasn’t lying she was just stretching the truth a little. It was true that Yuka and her parents had a falling out, but the circumstances weren’t really one of mutual understanding.

“Okay, Ms. Nakanishi,” The door opened and the doctor walked into the room, a pile of papers in his hands with the nurse quietly shuffling in behind him, “Here are the papers you need to sign and then you can go home.” The doctor split the stack in half before handing them over to Yuka.

Home. Yuka wondered if she still lived in the same house or if she had moved somewhere else.

“These are for you,” He handed the other half to Kumi who took them with a grateful smile and immediately started to flip through the pages.

Yuka turned towards her own papers, the font was microscopic and the Yuka wondered why they even bothered making font that tiny. She flipped through the pages, not even bothering to fully read the words and quickly signed wherever she was required to. She cheered herself on as she got to the last page in under 3 minutes and quickly signed her name one last time before pushing the papers away from her with a victorious smile.

“Finished?” The doctor asked. Yuka nodded and handed the papers up to the doctor. She glanced over at the other girl who was chewing on her top lip and carefully reading through the papers.

Yuka leaned forward and gently nudged Kumi, “You don’t have to actually read it you know,” Yuka whispered, keeping her voice low so the doctor wouldn’t hear her, “They just put a whole bunch of nonsense in there.”

Kumi chuckled and for a split second Yuka thought it was a rather cute laugh that she wanted to hear more of, “Well you never know, I could be signing over your kidneys and you would never know,”

“Can they actually do that?” Yuka asked, horrified.

Kumi shrugged, “Who knows, but I would rather read to make sure you get to keep all your internal organs.”

Yuka turned back to the doctor, trying her hardest to keep a serious face, she cleared her throat, “Er, can I see those papers again?” Yuka decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

______

“Is this where I live now?” Yuka asked in amazement once the two had stopped in front of an unfamiliar, white house.

Kumi simply nodded, fishing around in her jacket pocket for the house key, “We live together.”

“This is new,” Yuka said, glancing around the area. It seemed the be a relatively nice suburban area, “How long have we lived together?”

Kumi pulled the key out and unlocked the door before pushing it open, “Just a year.”

Yuka stepped into the house after the other girl. It was rather small inside, only housing a tiny kitchen that was connected to the living room and off to the side were two closed doors. Yuka looked at the doors, quizzically, she assumed one of them led to the bathroom while the other one was a bedroom; but if there was only bedroom, then where did she sleep?

Just as Yuka was about to ask, Kumi beat her to it, “I guess I should probably tell you this now,” She shrugged her coat off, draping it over one of the chairs, “We’re more than just close friends.”

Suddenly it all clicked together for Yuka, “O-Oh, so we’re…”

“Dating.” Kumi finished for the other girl with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, I wanted to tell you earlier, but I thought it would be better to tell you in private.”

Yuka nodded, this was definitely new. Kumi was her girlfriend. This girl that she knew nothing about was her girlfriend, “How long?”

“Two years,” Kumi answered, taking a seat on the couch.

Two years, Yuka was dumbstruck. She still couldn’t believe it. Yesterday she was happily living off by herself and now she had a girlfriend of two years that she was living with. “Wow,” Yuka took a seat next to Kumi, making sure to leave a good couple of inches between the two of them.

Yuka looked over the other girl who was mindlessly playing with the hem of her shirt. She decided to look on the bright side, at least her new, not so new found girlfriend was cute.

“H-How did we…meet?” Yuka questioned curiously.

“I was a freshmen in college,” Kumi smiled softly down at her hands, “And you had just started teaching,” She chuckled, “It was all really cliché really. I always stared at you in class and you always paid extra attention to me. You asked me out when the semester ended.”

Yuka smiled as well, “I sound smooth.”

Kumi let out a small laugh, looking up at the older girl, “You were,” She turned her attention back to her lap, “You asked me to move in with you after you…” She paused, gripping the end of her shirt tightly.

“After I?” Yuka looked at the younger girl quizzically, confused by her sudden behavior change.

“After you…moved out of your apartment,” Kumi let out a forced laugh, “I couldn’t say no after you already bought this house. You were always making impulsive decisions. It’s one of the things I love…and hate about you.” Kumi stood up from the couch and stretched her arms out, “Enough about that. Are you hungry?”

Yuka nodded, surprised at how fast Kumi changed the subject. She still had millions of other questions she wanted to ask, but judging from the other girl’s reaction, she decided it would be best if she kept them to herself for now.

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After Kumi had left for her classes Yuka decided to go out and explore for a bit. She wondered around aimlessly for what seemed like hours until she stopped at a small cafe, deciding to relax for a bit before her long trek back home.

“Welcome!” A short, stubby man wiping down one of the numerous tables shouted at Yuka, a large smile on his face.

“Ah, hello,” Yuka greeted back, surprised by the sudden noise.

“You can order up at that counter,” The man pointed before resuming his work.

“Thanks,” Yuka said, walking up to the counter.

Behind the counter stood a single girl with her back turned towards Yuka, it looked like she was playing around with something on the table.

Yuka cleared her throat, “Uh, excuse me?”

The girl quickly turned around, dropping a couple of coffee beans on the floor, “Ah, sorry-” When her eyes met Yuka’s her demeanor quickly changed, the smile fell from her face replaced with a scowl, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at Yuka, “What are you doing here?”

“…Ordering coffee?” Yuka was taken aback by the sudden change, “Do I know you or something?”

The girl opened her mouth before quickly closing it. She looked just as surprised as Yuka did “No,” She answered after a few seconds, the smile making it’s way back to her face, “It’s been a long day is all. What can I get you?”

“Okay…” Yuka looked up at the signboard that hung above, dismissing the girl’s odd behavior for now, “I’ll have a cappuccino,” She ordered the first thing that caught her eye, not knowing what the other beverages were.

“One cappuccino,” The girl said to herself and turned around quickly getting to work.

Yuka stared at the girl’s back as she busied herself with the machines. It was obvious that the two knew each other, but she couldn’t quite place her anywhere. Then again, if Yuka had met her during the four years she lost, it would make sense she couldn’t remember her. She sighed, why was this girl trying to hide that they knew each other?

“Here you go,” The girl placed the paper cup filled with the hot liquid in front of Yuka.

“Are you sure I don’t know you?” Yuka asked again in the small hope that the girl would drop the act and reveal who she was for Yuka’s sake.

The girl stared at Yuka’s face and rubbed her chin with her free hand in mock thought, “Nah, I would’ve definitely remembered someone like you,” She said with a grin before turning her attention to the register, “That’ll be 2.20”

Yuka reached into her pocket and pulled out the correct amount of money before taking her coffee, she shot one more glance at the coffee girl before turning for the exit.

“Have a good day!” The girl called, large smile on her face.

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“I’m home,” Kumi announced, closing the front door behind her.

Yuka looked up from the random crossword puzzle she was working on, “Welcome home.”

Kumi dropped her bag onto the couch and walked over to Yuka, looking over her shoulder at the puzzle, “How was your day today?” She asked before turning her attention to the mail in her hands.

“I met this really interesting girl at the coffee shop today,” Yuka hadn’t meant to say it but thoughts of

the coffee shop girl had been swirling around in her head all day, she had to tell someone and it had just so happened that the only person she could tell was Kumi.

“Oh?” Kumi seemed uninterested as she shifted through the envelopes in her hand before throwing them onto the table, “You like coffee now?”

Yuka made a face, “No, I was just bored sitting around waiting for you. We talked for a bit, it was…fun.” Fun would be the last thing Yuka would call their conversation earlier but Kumi wouldn’t know if she stretched the truth a little.

This seemed to perk Kumi’s interest, “Oh?” She repeated, an unamused smile making it’s way to her face, “What was her name again?”

Yuka frowned, “She hasn’t told me…at least not yet.”

Kumi tried to hide the small scowl that had graced her lips, but Yuka could clearly see it from where she sat, “That’s too bad.” Her words suggested sympathy but her tone screamed the opposite.

Yuka nodded in agreement, making it her goal to get the coffee shop girl’s name the next time she saw her thinking that if she got her name there might be the odd chance she would remember her.

“Yuka,” Kumi took a seat next to the older girl and leaned onto her shoulder, “I have a free day tomorrow,” Kumi took Yuka’s hand with hers, mindlessly playing with her fingers, “We should go on a date.”

“A date?” Yuka gulped, still not used to the sudden intimacy.

Kumi nodded against the other girl’s chest, “We haven’t spent time together in a long time, just the two of us.”

“We haven’t?”

“No,” Kumi stopped playing with Yuka’s fingers and instead opted to play with the buttons on Yuka’s sweater instead, “You were busy with your work, and I was finishing up finals. We hardly had any time together.”

Yuka was conflicted, on one hand she wanted to make her girlfriend happy, but on the other hand she really wanted to see the coffee shop girl again. Yuka sighed and put on her best smile, “Okay,” She knew she would never hear the end of it if she refused, “Let’s go on a date tomorrow.”

“Really?” Kumi smiled up at Yuka and for a fraction of a nanosecond Yuka swore she could have felt her heart skip a beat.

Yuka nodded before quickly looking away, “Y-Yeah.”

“Ah, I’m excited now,” Kumi stretched out onto the couch, laying her head on Yuka’s lap, “What should we do?”

“Whatever you want,” Yuka replied simply, head still turned away.

Kumi hummed and reached her hand up, turning Yuka’s head to look at her, “Let’s get coffee then,” Her smile was innocent, but the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

______

Yuka closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of coffee. What was she doing here?

Kumi had left for her classes and Yuka was alone at the house, bored and somehow that all lead to her ending up at the same coffee shop again.

After Kumi and Yuka had their date here yesterday without meeting the coffee shop girl, Yuka told herself she would stop going before it seemed borderline stalkerish. She couldn’t help it though, this girl knew something and Yuka was determined to find out what it was. Thoughts of the coffee shop girl had plagued her all last night and Yuka brushed it off as determination to finding out who she really was.

“Ah! You again?” The girl said with a large smile, “I didn’t think I would see you again so soon.”

“I guess I can’t stop myself from a good cup of coffee,” Yuka chuckled nervously, looking up at the signboard despite already knowing what she was going to order, “I’ll have a cappuccino.” She made a face, recalling the horrible, bitter taste that wouldn’t leave her mouth for hours.

“Gotchu!” The girl saluted before turning around and working on Yuka’s drink.

Yuka chuckled at the girl’s childlike response, “Cute,” She said under her breath before quickly slapping a hand over her mouth, hoping the other girl hadn’t heard her. That was not what she had meant to say.

“Hm?” The girl lifted her head from her work. The small smile on her face already told Yuka she had heard.

“I-I uh…I said…” Yuka stumbled over her words, not knowing how she would cover this up.

Thankfully, the girl seemed to pity Yuka and her pitiful stuttering and handed her, her finished drink,

“2.20”

Yuka quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out the money she had already set aside for the coffee before handing it over to the coffee girl, “What’s your name?” The words had slipped out of Yuka’s mouth before she could stop them.

“Yuria,” The girl said with a grin as if she was expecting the question

“Yuria,” Yuka repeated, that name didn’t bring back any memories at all, maybe the other girl was telling the truth after all. She sighed and took a tentative sip of the coffee before instantly regretting it. She tried her best to suppress a gag and swallowed the liquid with a small smile as to not seem suspicious.

“What about yours?” Kumi asked.

“My what?” Yuka swallowed again, the vile taste spreading around her mouth.

“Your name,” She giggled into her hand, “I told you mine so it’s only fair if you tell me yours.”

“O-Oh, right!” Yuka felt the heat rising up to her face from embarrassment, “Yuka.”

“Yuka,” Yuria echoed, “Yuka, Yuka, Yuka. Nice name.” She smiled, extending her hand out towards Yuka, “Nice to make your acquaintance.”

Yuka set her coffee down and grasped Yuka’s hand with hers, hoping the other girl wouldn’t notice how sweaty her palms were, “Nice to meet you, Yuria.”

______

“Yuria.” That was the first word that had left her mouth when she came home and spotted Kumi diligently working on something at the kitchen table.

Kumi’s grip on the papers in her hands tensed, she looked up at Yuka and immediately loosened her grip when she noticed the older girl looking at her curiously, “Huh?”

“That’s her name,” Yuka tried to suppress the smile she knew was making it’s way to her face. She wasn’t particularly happy about meeting Yuria, Yuka told herself, she was just happy to get to talk to someone who wasn’t Kumi. She loved talking to Kumi however after a week of only talking to the other girl was starting to get a little mundane.

“Who’s?” Kumi asked, but the hard edge in her voice suggested she already knew who.

“The girl from the coffee shop,” Yuka wasn’t trying to brag, or maybe she was, all she wanted was to voice her excitement. She wanted to yell it to all her friends, unfortunately, it just so happened that her only friend right now was Kumi…and hopefully Yuria soon.

“Oh,” Kumi cleared her throat and shuffled the papers into a neat pile and set them back onto the table, “You saw her today?”

Yuka nodded, the dumb smile present on her face. She slid her jacket off and hung it on one of the empty hooks, “I think you would like her.”

“I really doubt that.”

Yuka turned around surprised, Kumi was standing a few inches behind her, she hadn’t even heard the younger girl get up, “What are you-” Yuka’s words were cut short by Kumi pressing her lips against hers.

Yuka broke the kiss, gently pushing Kumi away, “What are you doing?”

Kumi pouted, stepping closer to the taller girl, “I’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend, aren’t I?”

“I-It’s not that, you just caught me off guard and-”

Kumi leaned in, causing Yuka to take another step back, “Can I kiss you?”

Yuka shifted her gaze, embarrassed at the thoughts that were running through her mind, “O-Okay.”

Kumi wasted no time in pressing her lips against Yuka’s again, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s neck. Yuka closed her eyes and hesitantly returned the kiss, moving her lips against Kumi’s.

It wasn’t until Yuka felt Kumi gently pulling at her shirt that she broke away from the kiss again, face flushed and breathing uneven, “W-What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kumi asked, frustrated with the numerous buttons on Yuka’s shirt. She eventually gave up, and lifted her own shirt above her head before throwing it off to the side.

Yuka quickly averted her gaze, shocked at Kumi’s bold actions, “I-I don’t think we should be doing this.”

Kumi brought her hand up to Yuka’s cheek and gently turned her head to look at her. Yuka swallowed hard, trying her best to keep her eyes focused on the wall behind Kumi and not on the topless girl in front of her. “Yuka,” Kumi trailed her hand down Yuka’s arm to grip at her hand. She moved closer and pulled Yuka’s hand to cup at her own breast, “Please.” She whined, her voice desperate.

Yuka felt her heart pound in her chest and the sight of the younger girl in front of her. She didn’t know what came over her, but she leaned forward, capturing Kumi’s lips with hers in a heated kiss, squeezing the younger girl’s cloth covered breast with her hand, earning her a soft whimper.

“Just once,” Yuka whispered against the other girl’s lips, her voice hoarse with desire. She pushed Kumi up against the wall behind her, feeling her warm body pressed up against hers, “Just once.”

Kumi nodded against Yuka’s neck, gripping the back of Yuka’s shirt between her fingers, “Just once.”

______

When Yuka woke up the next morning, she was alone. She stretched out and lifted herself up, glancing around the room she noticed Kumi’s bag was gone. Yuka laid back down and concluded that she was probably off to school. Yuka smirked to herself, with Kumi gone that meant she could go see Yuria without having a million questions thrown at her. Yuka stumbled out of the bed and made her way towards the bathroom.

Yuka shivered when the cold January air hit her face as she left the apartment complex. As she started walking, her mind wandered. A couple of days had since passed by since her accident and despite Kumi’s best efforts at trying to help her, the majority of the four years was a giant question mark to her and her relationship with Kumi was all over the place. Yuka sighed to herself, “What am I doing?” She muttered to herself quietly. She knew that these continued meetings with Yuria did nothing to help her relationship, but seeing the other girl made Yuka feel something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Rather, Yuria had piqued her interests.

“Welcome!” One of the baristas sweeping the floor greeted as soon as Yuka stepped foot into the cafe.

Yuka gave a curt nod and stepped towards the counter where a smiling Yuria was waiting for her.

“Come to see me again?” Yuria teased.

“No, I just like the coffee here,” Yuka teased back, pulling her wallet out.

Yuria hummed and grabbed one of the paper cups before turning around to start preparing Yuka’s drink.

“You didn’t even ask what I wanted.”

“A cappuccino, right?” Kumi shot a confident smile over her shoulder, “You’ve ordered it every time you come in.”

Yuka coughed into her hand, embarrassed, she had to make sure to order something different next time she came, “Er, yeah.”

Kumi turned back to her work, “Do you work around here?”

Yuka shook her head, she didn’t even know where she worked but she decided to omit that part out, “I live close by.” With my loving girlfriend who’s done nothing but care for me despite my memory handicap, yet here I am talking up another girl instead of waiting for her to come home. Yuka decided to omit that part out as well.

Yuria nodded, “I live close by too,” She turned around, handing the hot cup Yuka, “I’m surprised I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“Y-Yeah, I don’t leave my house often.” Yuka cursed herself as soon as the words left her mouth, now she probably seemed like a weird shut in. If Yuria thought it was weird, she didn’t show any signs of it on her face and Yuka breathed out, taking the cup from Kumi, “Well, bye then.” She turned on her heel desperate to leave.

“Wait,” Yuria called out causing Yuka to turn back around, “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“There is a high possibility that you might.” She called back before leaving the cafe, a wide smile on her face. She sipped at her coffee before making a face, in all her excitement she forgot that she didn’t even like coffee.

______

Yuka plopped down onto the bed, glancing over at the clock. She was only out for an hour and a half and Kumi didn’t usually come home for another 4 hours. She stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before closing her eyes and letting sleep eventually wash over her.

“What do you think about that one?” Yuka pointed to an especially extravagant ring in the display case.

The girl standing next to Yuka waved her hand in dismissal, “Too big and flashy. Kumi doesn’t like stuff like that,” She clicked her tongue, “How is it that I know your girlfriend better than you?”

“Because you’ve known her longer than me. What about that one?” Yuka pointed at another ring that was much smaller and simpler.

The girl placed a hand under her chin in thought, “I think that should be fine,”

Yuka called the clerk over, “I’d like this, please.”

The clerk nodded and opened her mouth but Yuka couldn’t hear the words that were coming out. She leaned in closer, “What was that?”

“I said, is it just me or has Kumi been acting weird lately?” Yuka blinked, the clerk in front of her was gone, instead the girl she was talking to earlier sat in front of her.

“How so?” The words automatically slipped out of Yuka’s mouth.

“She doesn’t seem herself anymore. I thought the two of you had gotten into a fight or something,” The girl shook her head and took a small bite of her salad, “Maybe it’s just me.”

Yuka closed her eyes. She could feel Kumi’s hard gaze on her as she apologized profusely, “I can’t do this anymore, Yuka.”

Yuka gripped Kumi’s arm tightly, “Kumi, please. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Tears flowed down Yuka’s eyes, blurring her vision, “I don’t love her, I swear. I-I don’t know what came over me.”

Kumi didn’t waver, her eyes cold, “You already made your choice.” She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it in Yuka’s hand before turning around towards the door.

“Yuka?”

Yuka opened her eyes, she was sprawled out on bed.

“Yuka.” The voice repeated firmer.

Yuka turned her head to the side, a figure laid next to her, “Yuria.”

Yuria shifted closer to the older girl, running a hand down Yuka’s cheek, “Yuka.”

She leaned forward but Yuka stopped her. Yuria looked at her questioningly. “We shouldn’t do this. I’m engaged.”

Yuria laid a light kiss against Yuka’s neck, “Please,” Yuria pressed her body against Yuka’s, “Just once.”

Yuka closed her eyes and entangled one hand in Yuria’s hair, pulling the girl down and meeting her lips in a kiss, “Just once.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Yuka opened her eyes, the girl from before was in front of her again, “Mizuki, I-” The words left her mouth without her even knowing.

“You better stay away from her, Yuka.”

“I can’t, I-I made a mistake, but I only love her-”

“Don’t you dare!” Mizuki yelled, she raised her hand and slapped Yuka hard against the face. Yuka stumbled back a bit from the force, surprised. Students walking aimlessly around the campus stopped and watched the scene unfold before them. “Stay the hell away from her.” She spat before walking away.

“What do you want?”

Yuka blinked, her vision was blurry, “Kumi, I’m sorry.” She slurred into the phone, tears stinging at her eyes.

“Are you drunk?” Her previously cold tone turned into worry, “Yuka, where are you?”

“I-I’m gonna come see you,” Yuka clumsily started the ignition.

“Yuka, stop.” Yuka could hear the rustling of clothes in the background, “Where are you?”

Yuka rested her heavy head against the steering wheel, “I’m so sorry,” She repeated, over and over again.

“I forgive you, alright?” Kumi whispered gently, “Just please, don’t drive, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

Yuka picked her head back up, her motivation coming back to her, “I want to see you.”

“I’ll find you, okay?” Kumi’s voice was strained.

Yuka took her foot off the break, she knew Kumi was lying, she wouldn’t come see her. She was just making excuses, “I’m coming to you,” Yuka focused all her attention on keeping her voice from faltering.

“Yuka!” Kumi yelled over the phone, her voice turning frantic, “Stop, don’t you-”

Yuka pressed the end button and threw the phone in the backseat. She pulled out of the parking lot, ignoring the constant vibrating that came from her phone.

“Yuka!”

Yuka opened her eyes, her breathing heavy. She gripped at her chest and glanced around the room. She was back in her room.

The door opened and Kumi poked her head in, “Oh, you’re home.” Kumi stepped into the room, throwing her bag down on the floor, “Are you okay? You’re sweating.”

Yuka brought a hand to her face. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, her heart was still beating fast against her chest. She remembered.

“Do you not feel well?” Kumi asked, her face concerned. She walked towards Yuka, placing the back of her hand against her forehead.

Yuka shook her head, “I’m fine,” She struggled to keep her voice steady, “I just had a bad dream is all.”

Kumi nodded, too tired to bother asking any further, “I’m going to shower, okay? I brought you food.” The younger girl said, squeezing Yuka’s shoulder lightly before leaving the room.

Inhale. Exhale. She remembered. Yuka buried her head into her hands, “Oh god,” She muttered quietly to herself. Before she was so desperate to get her memories back, but now that she had them back she wished that they would leave again. Yuka raised her head. That coffee shop girl. Yuria. She knew her all along. Yuka knew there was something off about her from the minute they had met. Yuka threw the covers off her body. She couldn’t tell Kumi she remembered, not now at least, it seemed like while she was in this state of ignorance, Kumi forgave her. She wondered if Kumi would continue to stay with her if she pretended to never remember.

No, that wasn’t right. She had to tell Kumi she remembered eventually, so that the two of them could talk this out. But first she had to confront Yuria about this.

She walked out of the room and into the entrance hallway where her jacket hanged. She reached into the left pocket, feeling the cool piece of metal that laid inside it. She closed her eyes and clenched her fist around the ring. It was real.

______

When Yuka woke up the next day she was surprised to see Kumi next to her for once.

“You don’t have class today?” Yuka was a little disappointed since this meant she couldn’t go see Yuria like she had planned without Kumi knowing what she was doing.

“…starts at one,” Kumi mumbled into her pillow, eyes still closed and half asleep.

“Oh,” Yuka swallowed, “Uhh..”

Kumi opened one eye, “What’s wrong?”

Yuka shifted her gaze, “I-I was just wondering,” She took a deep breath, “Can I hold you?” Yuka mentally slapped herself, that was not what she wanted to say at all but the words fell from her mouth anyways.

Kumi looked just as surprised as Yuka did but despite her shock the younger girl nodded and moved closer, draping her arm around the older girl’s waist, “You’re going to see her, aren’t you?”

Yuka nodded, hesitating before bringing her hand up to the back of Kumi’s head, absentmindedly playing with the strands of her hair.

“Don’t leave me,” Kumi pleaded quietly against Yuka’s neck, tightening her grip on Yuka’s shirt, “Not again.” Yuka stayed silent, listening to the girl’s uneven breaths.

She pressed a light kiss against Kumi’s temple, “I won’t,” Yuka inhaled sharply, feeling the guilt weigh down on her chest.

By the time Kumi had left for her class it was already half past one. Yuka sighed, it had taken a lot of effort to get the younger girl to even get out of bed. She smiled dumbly, despite the cold wind that whipped away relentlessly at her face she still felt warm.

“Welcome!” The same barista from yesterday greeted as soon as Yuka stepped foot into the cafe.

“Good morning,” Yuka greeted back with a small smile.

She walked up to the counter where Yuria was waiting for her with a large grin, “You came.”

“Yuria,” Yuka dropped the smile, her tone serious, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yuria cocked her head to the side in confusion, “Tell you what?”

Yuka lowered her voice, “That you knew who I was. That we…you know…had an-”

“Affair?” Yuria finished with a small smirk.

Yuka glanced over at the barista a few inches away who was trying his hardest to pretend he wasn’t listening in, “When do you get off work?”

“Why?” Yuria followed Yuka’s eyes to her co-worker who was stumbling around with the broom, “Planning on seducing me again?”

“Stop,” Yuka hissed, “I just want to talk to you, privately.”

Yuria looked happy despite the frown on her face, “Fine, I get out at two.”

Yuka nodded, looking down at her watch, “I’ll wait for you then, okay?”

“Okay,” Yuria fiddled with the stack of paper cups, “Do you want me to make you something? Cappuccino?” She offered, this time with a genuine smile.

Yuka shook her head, grateful that at least she could at least drop the act, “I don’t like coffee.”

______

“Yuka?”

Yuka perked up from her position on the couch, “Welcome home,”

Kumi dropped her bag on the floor and slipped her jacket off, hanging it up next to Yuka’s.

“Kumi, I think we should talk.” Yuka said in the strongest voice she could muster.

The younger girl kept her back turned to Yuka, her hands still on her jacket, “About?”

“Our relationship.” Yuka clenched her fist, feeling her nails dig into her skin.

“What about it?” Kumi’s voice wavered as she spoke.

Yuka unclenched her fist, her palm red and sore, “I think you already know.”

Kumi turned around to face Yuka, tears already streaking down her face, “You’re leaving me for her again, aren’t you?”

“What did you want to talk about?” Yuria asked, taking a seat on one of her chairs. The two had left the cafe and headed to Yuria’s apartment as it was closer.

Yuka cleared her throat, “How come you didn’t tell me we met before after you knew I had amnesia?”

Yuria smiled sadly, “I was really happy when I first saw you again, you know? Well I didn’t act like it but I thought you were coming to tell me you wanted to get back together.” She swallowed, “But when I found out you didn’t remember, I was even happier. I know that sounds messed up, but I thought like this we could start over again, that this time you would fall in love with me first,” Yuria paused, “I can still hope, can’t I?”

Yuka stared at the younger girl sympathetically, it seemed like she couldn’t even breathe without hurting someone, “I’m sorry, Yuria. It’s never going to happen again, though.”

“Then why are you here?”

Yuka was taken aback by the question, “W-What?” Why was she here? She didn’t even know the reason why herself. She had told herself it was because she wanted to hear the truth from Yuria herself, but after a while that seemed to make little sense to her.

“Why are you here, talking to me?” She repeated, a small smirk on her face, “You remembered what happened, so why did you need to confront me for?”

“I-I just wanted to talk,” Yuka stuttered, feeling her reservations start to break.

“If you never came to see me again, I wouldn’t have chased after you. Now you’re giving me a reason to.” Yuria chuckled, standing up from her seat, “Tell me,” She stepped towards Yuka, lowering her voice until it was above a whisper, “Tell me you don’t want me.”

Yuka lowered her eyes, clenching her jaw tightly, “I don’t want you,”

“Bullshit,” Yuria took another step, “I know you, Yuka. We’re the same. I understand you better than she ever will.” Her voice softened as she raised a hand to Yuka’s face, running her hand down her cheek, “She’s still with you because she thinks you’re going to change, but I know better, you’re never going to change and I accept that.”

“Stop,” Yuka tried her hardest to muster the strongest voice she could, but she could feel her walls collapsing.

“If you really loved her you would leave her before you hurt her more.” Yuria whispered, pressing her lips hard against Yuka’s. The other girl eagerly returned the kiss despite her conscious screaming at her not to. Yuria pulled away from the kiss, “You’re always going to want me, Yuka.” She breathed against her ear, “I have you wrapped around my finger,” She trailed light kisses down her neck, sucking at the skin.

Yuka closed her eyes,“Y-You’re wrong.”

“Oh?” Yuria stopped her movements, her eyes boring into Yuka’s, “Tell me you don’t want me again,” Yuria dragged her hands underneath’s Yuka’s shirt.

“I-” Yuka’s breath hitched as Yuria groped at one of her cloth covered breasts, “I want you.”

“I’m sorry, Kumi. I really am.” Yuka lowered her head, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, “But…I can’t help how I feel about her. She…She makes me feel all sorts of things I never imagined I could before,” A sad smile made it’s way to Yuka’s lips, “When I’m with her it feels like my heart is in overdrive a-and it gets kind of hard to breathe and I get so nervous I-I sometimes find it hard to think of the right words I want to say without sounding like an idiot. It feels like nothing else matters when I’m with her.” Yuka frowned, trying her hardest to maintain her composure It wasn’t a lie, she really did feel that way, but it wasn’t with Yuria.

Kumi wiped at her eyes with her sleeves and tried to smile although she couldn’t hold it for long, “I understand how you feel, Yuka.”

“You do?” Yuka raised her head.

“I do,” She confirmed, more tears falling from her eyes, “Because, it’s the same way I feel about you.”

“O-Oh.” Yuka was at a loss for words and it showed on her face. Please don’t make this harder for me.

“It’s not fair,” Kumi stood up straighter, “I met you first, we were friends first, I fell in love with you first, I had you first. I had you, Yuka. You don’t know how happy that made me. You were mine…and I was yours. I was always yours. Even when you were chasing after her, I never stopped being yours,” She didn’t even bother at wiping away her tears anymore and just let them freely fall down her face, “For this girl…to just come in and steal your heart without even trying. Do you know how bad this hurts?” Her voice cracked as her cries turned into sobs, “I had you.”

Yuka stood there as she watched Yuria drop to the floor, head buried in her hands. She desperately wanted to reach out and hold the other girl in her arms, but she didn’t know if she even had the right to comfort her anymore, “Kumi, I-”

“Don’t.” She tried her hardest to muster the strongest voice she could but Yuka could still hear the vulnerability in it, “Don’t apologize. You don’t deserve to apologize to try and make yourself feel better about this.” Her voice started to break again as the words left her mouth, “Please. Just leave. Just go be with her.”

Yuka reached a hand out but quickly retracted it, “Okay,” She said softly, her voice quivering. It took all the strength she had to turn on her heel and leave the room. ‘Do this for her’, Yuka told herself, wiping away at her own tears, ‘it’s for the best.’

Kumi didn’t move from her spot even as she heard the sound of the drawers opening and the rustling of clothes being hurriedly packed. She remained staring at the wall in front of her blankly, feeling the tears sting at her eyes even as she heard Yuka talk to someone quietly over the phone. Kumi told herself that Yuka would come back to her even as she watched Yuka’s retreating figure close the front door behind her. “Don’t leave me again, Yuka.” Kumi whimpered to the empty room.

______

“I take it, it didn’t go over so well?” Yuria asked as soon as Yuka entered the vehicle after throwing her bags in the back.

Yuka shot Yuria a look, prompting the younger girl to turn her head back to the dashboard and start the engine.

“Do you think I’m doing the right thing?” Yuka asked after a few minutes of silence had passed by.

Yuria shrugged her shoulders, “You shouldn’t ask me. I’m biased.” She grinned.

Yuka sighed and leaned back into her seat, “I don’t want to hurt her anymore.”

Yuria nodded in understanding.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all about this.”

“No, it’s okay. If it helps you then I don’t mind listening.”

Yuka shot the younger girl a thankful smile, “Maybe this whole amnesia thing was for the better. If I didn’t get it, I would’ve never left Kumi and I would’ve continued to hurt her over and over again.” Yuka leaned her head against the window, watching the street through the windshield, “She deserves better than me. I love her, but I can’t promise her that I’ll never stray.”

Yuria nodded again, “And what about me?”

“What about you?” Yuka glanced over at the other girl.

“What am I to you?” Yuria asked after a few minutes of silence.

Yuka chuckled dryly, “You’re the one I stray to.”

Yuria swallowed, her eyes focused on the road, “I’m glad though,” She smiled, taking one hand off the wheel and placing it over Yuka’s, “That you still chose me.”

Yuka gave the best smile she could muster, her other hand playing with the ring in her pocket, “Me too,” She closed her eyes, feeling the cold metal between her fingers. Yuka inhaled deeply and turned her face towards the window so Yuria wouldn’t see the tears that fell down her face.

‘I’m sorry, Kumi.’

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Recall [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 02/08]
Post by: Shinoki on February 09, 2014, 12:59:00 AM

...I knew it...it was gonna be sad kinda...
I wanna punch Nishishi???
But, I know then, I'd be a bad person...
YURIA!!!!!!! *redirects punch to Yuria...
somehow, wow...
*pat pat Kumi... (;A;) just wanna cry with her

I should stop hoping for a happy end...
Well, so life
and those tiny details nod nod...
...falling out with parents...and stuff...
thumbs up! as always~

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Recall [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 02/08]
Post by: kuro808 on February 09, 2014, 09:02:15 AM

That hurts for Kumi but letting go was difficult but to redo time was going to be the toughest thing to ever do

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Recall [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 02/08]
Post by: LittleTina on February 09, 2014, 12:44:48 PM

YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS TO MAKE ME CRY. WHY. TWO FICS AND I CRIED FOR BOTH

sobs into dogs  ;A;/

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Recall [Kumi x Nishi x Yuria] 02/08]
Post by: sakura_drop_ on February 09, 2014, 01:46:04 PM

This KumiNishiYuri thing...  :ptam-hbk: :ptam-hbk: :ptam-hbk:

mah NishiKumi haato, you broke it  :ptam-hbk: :ptam-hbk: :ptam-hbk:

It was really good, I love angst so I really approve and hope to read more angsty works of yours  :ptam-psst:

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: Sasshii on February 17, 2014, 02:24:19 AM

Like always a short preview for what I'm currently working on. As for future plans I have, after I complete this Sayamilky, I'll start working on a request I got for Airin x Nishi x Yuria and after that I'll start working on the horror oneshot. Since it was a tie before two pairings, I'll end up just picking one of them. As of right now, I'm leaning more towards Kumi x Yuria x Shiorin, but I think I write about Yuria too much lol so I might end up picking The Rena x Airin x Churi one. Anyways, enjoy and as reminder this is only a preview and I swear it's not going to be as angsty as my other OS lol.

____

“How was your show?” Watanabe Miyuki asked, her voice soft.

“Great!”  Yamamoto Sayaka replied, spreading herself out on the rigid hotel bed, “I miss home though.” She added as an afterthought.

Miyuki chuckled, her laughing ringing through the phone’s speakers, Sayaka instinctively smiled, “Is Thailand not fun enough for you?”

“Thailand is incredibly fun, everyone here is so nice but I miss...” Sayaka stopped herself, her face turning red from the words that almost tumbled out of her mouth.

“You miss what?” Sayaka could practically see the smirk that was on Milky’s face right now.

“My bed,” Sayaka coughed into her hand, “This hotel bed is horrible. I think they put rocks in here or something.” Sayaka shifted again, hearing the bed creak unnaturally loud under her weight.

Miyuki sighed, her tone turning serious, “You have more than your bed waiting here for you.”

“I-I know,” Sayaka mumbled, not quite sure what to say next.

“Sayaka?” Milky called quietly.

Sayaka hummed, absentmindedly playing with one of the loose threads on her sheets. 

“You know I love you right?”

Sayaka hummed again, “Y-Yeah...I-me too,”

Miyuki sighed again, annoyed at the older girl’s cold responses, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Sayaka asked, stopping her movements and sitting up slightly.

“This relationship. I can’t do it anymore,” Miyuki continued, “This distance. You’re never home and when you are you’re always busy working on something. I wanted to make this work despite that because, I love you but...sometimes it feels like you don’t even feel the same way-”

“Of course I do!” Sayaka interjected, “You know I do.” She said in a quieter voice.

“Then prove it.”

“H-How?”

Miyuki stayed silent, mulling over her thoughts, “Come home,” Her voice desperate but stern.

“I can’t do that, Miyuki,” Sayaka responded quickly, a frown settling on her face, “This is my dream. I can’t abandon this. I’m sorry.”

Sayaka could hear quiet sniffling from the other line, “Let’s break up then.”

The older girl swallowed and hearing Miyuki’s hurt tone she wished that for the first time in her life she could be one of those impulsive people who would drop everything for the one they loved. Unfortunately, she wasn’t, “If that’s what you want.”

“Goodbye then, Sayaka.” Milky said before hanging up.

Sayaka dropped the phone onto her bed and leaned back onto her stiff pillows. She closed her eyes, the hot tears sliding down her face further frustrating her. She slammed a closed fist onto the night stand besides her, feeling the pain run up her arms, “This is my dream,” Sayaka said to the empty room, clutching her arm against her chest, “Why can’t you understand that?”

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: Konoe on February 17, 2014, 02:40:47 AM

 :stoned: They broke up. :on cloudeye:

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: abcari on February 17, 2014, 03:16:28 AM

my SayaMilky feelings </3

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: lahika on February 17, 2014, 05:40:23 AM

Interesting. ! Hontoni. ! Soooo,,pLease update ASAP yea. . . . I'm waiting 4 the next chapter. . Ganbatte. ! Thnx 4 the preview. .

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: noel nguyen on February 17, 2014, 10:29:03 AM

It's so sad.....SayaMilky is broken up........

Please update next chapter, I don't want they broken up :(

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: p-o-p-e-y-oppa on February 17, 2014, 03:10:13 PM

I thought it was going to me longer but they went YOLO and just broke up. Hmf. I wish it was longer..  :panic:

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [Preview] [SayaMilky] 02/16]
Post by: LittleTina on February 17, 2014, 06:26:45 PM

So I'm really exited here cause I just read SAYAMILKEEEEHHH /O/

 and then I read the preview and I'm like ;A; N-nu J-Jab please dunt kill meeee.

Really, why what how where when And on top of all of that JAB WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME. *flies into space sobbing*

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [SayaMilky] 02/23]
Post by: Sasshii on February 24, 2014, 04:24:07 AM

Wow this look me a long time to finish. Maybe about a month or so since I started working on it. It's also quite long as well, about 10,000 words or so. I hope the dialogue doesn't bore anyone too much, it's something I always worry about when writing a lot. Anyways, comments are always welcomed, enjoy ouo

Home [SayaMilky]

“How was your show?” Watanabe Miyuki asked, her voice soft.

“Great!” Yamamoto Sayaka replied, spreading herself out on the rigid hotel bed, “I miss home though.” She added as an afterthought.

Miyuki chuckled, her laugh ringing through the phone’s speakers, Sayaka instinctively smiled, “Is Thailand not fun enough for you?”

“Thailand is incredibly fun, everyone here is so nice but I miss…” Sayaka stopped herself, her face turning red from the words that almost tumbled out of her mouth.

“You miss what?” Sayaka could practically see the smirk that was on Milky’s face right now.

“My bed,” Sayaka coughed into her hand, “This hotel bed is horrible. I think they put rocks in here or something.” Sayaka shifted again, hearing the bed creak unnaturally loud under her weight.

Miyuki sighed, her tone turning serious, “You have more than your bed waiting here for you.”

“I-I know,” Sayaka mumbled, not quite sure what to say next.

“Sayaka?” Milky called quietly.

Sayaka hummed, absentmindedly playing with one of the loose threads on her sheets.

“You know I love you right?”

Sayaka hummed again, “Y-Yeah…I-me too,”

Miyuki sighed again, annoyed at the older girl’s cold responses, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Sayaka asked, stopping her movements and sitting up slightly.

“This relationship. I can’t do it anymore,” Miyuki continued, “This distance. You’re never home and when you are you’re always busy working on something. I wanted to make this work despite that because, I love you but…sometimes it feels like you don’t even feel the same way-”

“Of course I do!” Sayaka interjected, “You know I do.” She said in a quieter voice.

“Then prove it.”

“H-How?”

Miyuki stayed silent, mulling over her thoughts, “Come home,” Her voice desperate but stern.

“I can’t do that, Miyuki,” Sayaka responded quickly, a frown settling on her face, “This is my dream. I can’t abandon this. I’m sorry.”

Sayaka could hear quiet sniffling from the other line, “Let’s break up then.”

The older girl swallowed and hearing Miyuki’s hurt tone she wished that for the first time in her life she could be one of those impulsive people who would drop everything for the one they loved. Unfortunately, she wasn’t, “If that’s what you want.”

“Goodbye then, Sayaka.” Milky said before hanging up.

Sayaka dropped the phone onto her bed and leaned back onto her stiff pillows. She closed her eyes, the hot tears sliding down her face further frustrating her. She slammed a closed fist onto the night stand besides her, feeling the pain run up her arms, “This is my dream,” Sayaka said to the empty room, clutching her arm against her chest, “Why can’t you understand that?”

_____

“What’s wrong, Sayaka?” Yokoyama Yui asked, noticing the downcast look on Sayaka’s face when she entered the restaurant.

“Yeah, you look sadder than usual,” Oshima Yuko piped up in-between bites of her food.

Sayaka sat down across from Jonishi Kei who watched her curiously, “I’m fine, just nervous about the show.” She insisted, forcing a smile on her face.

Yui shot the older girl a look, not believing her words but she nodded anyways, letting the subject drop.

“Order whatever you want,” Kei finally said, smiling over at Sayaka, “Akane said she would pay as a congratulations for a successful tour.”

Yuko set her chopsticks down, “I wish she would’ve offered to pay at a more expensive restaurant,” She groaned, pushing her plate away from her, “I had to eat twice as much so it wouldn’t go to waste.”

“You didn’t have to eat that much, you know!” Yui scolded, lightly smacking the back of Yuko’s head.


Yuko yelped and gripped the back of her head, “I was just keeping Akane in mind. She’d want us to eat as much as we could before our show after all.” She finished with a grin.

Kei rested her head on her hand, her plate already scraped clean, “Our next goal should be a world tour.”

“Oh! I agree, I’ve always wanted to go to Europe,” Yuko chimed in.

“Or America!”

“Brazil!”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Yui turned towards Sayaka, her voice a whisper, “Did you get into a fight with Milky?”

Sayaka nodded, eyes glued on the droplets of water that fell from her glass of water, “She broke up with me.”

“Seriously?” Yui leaned back into her chair, her eyes wandering towards their other two band mates who were engrossed in their own chatter, “Why?”

“She said the distance was too much,” Sayaka replied, opting to keep the other reason to herself.

“What? We’re going back home tomorrow though,”

Sayaka shrugged her shoulders, “She wanted me to come home today.”

Yui clicked her tongue, “Milky’s just being Milky.” The older girl patted Sayaka’s back in a comforting manner, “I’m sure she’ll take it all back when you come back home.”

The guitarist raised her eyes to meet Yui’s offering a small smile, “Thanks Yui.” She picked up the menu and mulled over what she wanted to ear. Yui’s words of encouragement were enough to lift her spirits for now.

______

Yokoyama Yui climbed up the stairs, her bag swinging on her arm besides her. She was running errands for the student council and this particular errand required her to find the president of the band club. Once Yui made her way to the door of said club, she stopped. A light melody breaking through the previous silence. Yui pressed an ear against the door and could make out what sounded like an acoustic guitar and a girl softly singing.

Yui reached for the handle and carefully pried the door open, not wanting to disturb the student. Once Yui stood in the open doorway her assumptions were confirmed as she noticed a long haired girl seated on the floor, strumming away and her guitar, her lips moving. Yui clutched at the paper in her hands, gazing at the long haired girl in wonder. Thinking back on the memories now, Yui can’t help but laugh at how dumbstruck she was by the girl’s sheer talent.

Suddenly the girl stopped, her eyes meeting Yui’s, “What did you think?” She asked with a carefree smile.

Yui continued to stare, “I-I,” She thrust the paper out towards the girl, “Are you the president?”

The girl chuckled and shook her head, “The president’s stepped out for a bit, so I guess you’ll have to wait ‘till she comes back.” She motioned towards the chair that sat in front of her.

Yui dumbly nodded and entered the room, taking the seat closest to the door and the farthest away from the guitar playing girl.

“You never answered,” The girl continued, “What did you think? You looked like you enjoyed it.”

The student council member stared at her hands in her lap, resisting the urge to start gushing about how great she was, “It was good.”

“Thanks,” The girl got up from the floor, patting away at her pants for an invisible dust and to Yui’s despair she took a seat across from her, “Do you play anything?”

“I-I sing.” That was a lie. Yui couldn’t sing. Yui loved to sing, but she couldn’t sing. That was a fact.

“Really?” The guitarist looked too excited at the revelation and Yui immediately regretted lying.

Despite that fact, Yui nodded anyways, further digging herself into a hole.

“Can I hear?”

“No way!” Yui covered her mouth, that had come out a little more louder than she had intended, “I don’t even know you.” She added, a little quieter.

The girl stuck her hand out towards Yui, the smile still present on her face, “Yamamoto Sayaka. 16.”

Yui stared at the girl’s hand before reluctantly gripping it tightly with hers, “Yokoyama Yui. 17.”

“Well, now since we’re acquainted,” Sayaka gave Yui’s hand a firm shake, “Sing.”

“That wasn’t what I meant,” Yui sighed, a little annoyed at how straight forward this girl was being, especially towards someone who was supposed to be her senior.

“I just want to hear is all. I won’t judge you if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

Yui opened her mouth to reject the girl again, but something stopped her. Sayaka’s dark eyes pierced hers and she couldn’t quite believe it but somehow it made her feel at ease, “Okay.”

Sayaka gleefully smiled, “Great,” She said, resting her head on her hands, her eyes not leaving Yui’s, “Whenever you’re ready.”

The older girl put her hand against her chest, feeling her heart beat wildly under her palm. This was her first time singing in front of someone that wasn’t her parents, and for a stranger none the less. Yui took a deep breath, feeling the air enter her chest, and exhaled, the air and doubts leaving her mouth, “Okay,” She opened her mouth, singing the first song that came to her mind. Sayaka continued to stare at her, expressionless, even when Yui cringed at the small mistakes she caught herself making. The second Yui finished, she buried her head in her hands, embarrassed at her actions. She still couldn’t believe she just did that, “It was bad wasn’t it?” Yui asked, her voice muffled. She already knew the answer. She knew she was bad, she didn’t need to be told that by some stranger.

“Well…” Sayaka trailed off.

“It’s okay you can just tell me,” Yui sighed into her arms. She knew she should’ve mentioned anything about singing at all but she loved singing. It was her passion. A passion she was horrible at.

“You weren’t bad at all,” Sayaka continued, “You were off on some parts, but overall I think you have a lot of potential.”

Yui lifted her head up, “You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better. I know I suck.”

Sayaka shrugged, strumming a single chord on her guitar, “I’m not exactly one to lie. I’m just giving you my honest opinion. I think you would be great with a couple of vocal lessons.”

The older girl shook her head, still not believing the guitarist. She still remembered the first time she sang in front of her parents after telling them she wanted to become a singer. Her parents shook their heads, a disappointment in their eyes. They told her she would never amount to anything in singing, it was better to pursue something else. Something she was good at. Something she could make money out of it. After that, Yui never mentioned singing around her parents again.

“Say,” Sayaka paused her strumming, “How much do you love singing?”

Yui looked down at her hands, her parents words running through her head.

“You can be honest with me. I can see how much you love it. It’s not something you see in a lot of people.” Sayaka reached over the table, placing her hand over Yui’s, “I’ll teach you. How to sing that is.”

Yui looked up, shocked. This stranger was offering to teach her? “Why?”

Sayaka retracted her hand, “I told you, I think you have a lot of potential. But, I’ll only teach you on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Join my band.”

______

“It feels good to be home!” Yuko shouted, stretching her arms out in front of her.

Kei nodded next to her, copying the older girl’s movements, “I never thought I would be so happy to be back home.”

“It’s still early,” Yui checked her watch, “We should get dinner together before going back home.”

Yuko shook her head, “No can do,” She reached into her bag and pulled our her mobile, holding the screen out for the three other girl’s to see, “Acchan’s been calling me nonstop since we landed.”

Kei squinted her eyes at the screen, “Wow, I never knew someone could call that many times in such a short amount of time.”

Yuko smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand, “Yeah, she’s really excited to see me.”

“You should call her,” Yui whispered to Sayaka, noticing the younger girl looking at her own device with a small frown.

Sayaka shrugged her shoulders, pocketing her phone, “She probably doesn’t want to see me right now.”

Yui eyed the guitarist, “You’d be surprised.”

“I gotta go guys, I’m afraid if I stay any longer Acchan will have a less than pleasant surprise for me.” Yuko announced with a small wave, “I’ll see you guys in two days.”

The three girls waved back before making their way towards the restaurants.

“What should we eat?” Yui asked, clicking away at her phone.

Kei put a finger to her chin in thought, “I could go for some seafood.”

“What about you, Sayaka?” Yui asked, slipping her phone back into her bag.

“Seafood sounds fine,” Sayaka quickly answered, not really in the mood to eat anything.

“Seafood it is then!” Kei cheered, dragging her two other members towards the closest seafood restaurant.

______

Once the three girls were seated and settled in, Yui pulled her phone out again. Sayaka lazily followed Yui’s eyes as she quickly scanned through whatever she was reading through before swiftly typing out something on the keyboard.

“Who’re you talking to?” Kei asked, peeking over Yui’s shoulder for a glimpse at the screen.

Yui moved her phone away from Kei’s prying eyes, “My mother.” She answered simply, locking her phone and throwing it back into her bag.

Sayaka stared at Yui curiously. Yui wasn’t the type to use her phone a lot, in fact it had taken a lot of convincing from her other band mates to get the girl to even buy the device.

“What should we order?” Yui picked up her menu in a scheme to change the subject.

“Something with shrimp!” Kei quickly fell into her trap, tossing away her previous interest.

Yui continued to study the menu, “What about nabe then?”

“Good idea,” Kei grinned, clapping her hands, “I’ve missed Japanese food.”

“Sayaka?” Yui turned her attention towards the unusually quiet girl.

“Hm?” Sayaka lifted her head from her hand, not paying attention to the conversation.

“Is nabe okay with you?” Yui asked, concern written on her face. Sayaka’s always been the quiet type, however despite that she was usually lively around her fellow band mates.

“That’s fine,” Sayaka answered indifferently.

Yui nodded and called over one of the waiters and placed their order.

“There’s an extra plate here,” Sayaka eyed Yui with interest.

The older girl simply hummed in response, “It seems so.”

“Hey, that’s Milky isn’t it?” Kei announced, getting up from her seat and calling the girl over.

“Keicchi,” Sayaka hissed, pulling the younger girl back down in her seat. However, unfortunately for the guitarist it was too late. Miyuki had taken notice of them and was starting to make her way towards them.

Sayaka covered her face with her hands desperately wishing that she was born with the ability to turn invisible.

“Hey guys,” Miyuki’s soft voice made it’s way to Sayaka’s ears, causing the girl to bury her face further into her hands.

Kei threw the girl a wide grin while Yui politely nodded, “Have a seat,” She patted the open seat next to her.

Sayaka groaned into her hands, she should’ve known that Yui was up to no good.

“Hi, Sayaka.” Miyuki greeted with a gentle smile as if they hadn’t gotten into a huge fight two days ago.

Kei nudged the older girl lightly, “Don’t be rude to your girlfriend.” She whispered.

Sayaka grudgingly lifted her head up, not bothering to correct Kei, “Hi, Miyuki.”

“How was your tour?”

The guitarist held back the urge to roll her eyes. What kind of game was Miyuki playing at? “It was lots of fun, we played a ton of great sets.” Sayaka smiled rigidly, internally cursing Yui in her head.

“That’s good,” Miyuki said politely, “Do you mind we talk somewhere, alone?” She brought her voice down to a whisper. Miyuki was never one to beat around the bush.

Sayaka peered over at Yui in a desperate attempt to get the vocalist to help her but the other girl was busying herself with distracting Kei. Traitor. The older girl sighed seeing no other way to get out of this, “Alright.”

“Thank you,” Miyuki said gratefully, picking herself up from her seat. Sayaka slowly following suit.

“Where are you guys going?” Kei asked, finally taking notice of the two.

“Bathroom,” Miyuki excused, dragging Sayaka by the sleeve towards the restroom.

“Okay, what did you want to talk about?” Sayaka shook Milky’s hand off of hers as soon as they reached the empty restroom and tried to distance herself as far away from the other girl as she could.

“I’m sorry,” Miyuki apologized, her eyes trained on her hands, “It was really selfish of me to ask you to do that. I felt bad after and I wanted to call you back but you know how stubborn I can be,” She finished with a small chuckle, before her face turned serious again, “Sorry, Sayaka. I know I’m being selfish again, but I want us to still be friends.”

“Friends?” Sayaka asked, taken aback.

Miyuki nodded once, finally lifting her head to look at Sayaka, “I love you…I think I always will, but I meant what I said before.”

Sayaka wanted to protest but she suppressed the urge, “If that’s what you want then okay.”

Miyuki looked disappointed at Sayaka’s words, “I’m seeing someone else.”

The older girl tightly clenched her fists. Was this Miyuki’s intention all along? Apologize and give Sayaka hope only to rub it her face afterwards. She always knew Miyuki had a cruel side but she didn’t think she was this harsh. Despite her anger, Sayaka forced a tight smile on her face, “Good for you.”

Miyuki sighed and the downcast look on her face further aggravated Sayaka, “You’re so dense, Sayaka.” She muttered before pushing past the older girl and leaving the restroom. Sayaka stood there dumbstruck before slowly turning to exit herself. Girls never made any sense to her.

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“How did it go with Milky?” Yui turned and whispered to Sayaka. The two days since they had arrived back home had passed by quickly and the band was hastily sent off to the studio to start working on their new album.

Sayaka narrowed her eyes, “You set me up.”

“She wanted to meet up with you but was afraid you wouldn’t agree to it if she asked you,” Yui frowned, “Did it not go well?”

“She wants to be friends,” Sayaka crossed her arms over her chest, a small scowl on her face, “She told me she’s with someone else now.”

Yui hummed in thought, “She really doesn’t waste any time.”

“At least it gives me more free time to focus on this album,” Sayaka sighed into her hand.

“That’s right,” Yuko agreed, slinging her arms around Sayaka and Yui, “Our goal is Europe!”

“Or America!” Kei yelled from across the room.

“Or Brazil!” Yuko yelled back with a wide grin, cause both Sayaka and Yui to wince and the loud voice, “Sorry,” Yuko apologized sheepishly in her normal voice.

“We have to work harder if we want to get to Europe, let alone America.” Sayaka voiced loud enough so that Kei could hear as well, “Let’s start with getting our album done first though, before thinking about any tours.” Kei smiled and threw Sayaka a thumbs up.

“Roger!” Yuko let go of her band mates and saluted before running over to where Kei was on standby.

“Do you really think we can do it?” Yui asked, watching Yuko and Kei interact with a fond smile, “It’ll be hard to get a tour outside of Asia.”

“It’ll take a lot of work,” Sayaka acknowledged, “But, I think we can do it.”

“What about Miyuki?” Yui suddenly questioned.

“What about her?” Sayaka’s voice grew rigid at the mention of the younger girl.

“Aren’t you going to try and win her back?” Yui raised an eyebrow.

Sayaka shrugged her shoulders, “I only want her to be happy. If us being only friends makes her happy, then I’ll do it.”

“But what about your happiness?” Yui gazed boldly at the girl that stood before her, “Doesn’t that matter as well?”

Sayaka shrugged again, a wistful smile on her face, “I’m happy just being with you guys and doing what I love.”

“Come on,” Yui gripped Sayaka’s hand with hers and squeezed it lightly, “Let’s get to work then.”

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“I’m so tired,” Yuko complained, collapsing onto the couch (and Airi and Kei’s laps) set out in the sound room and burying her face into the soft pillows.

Kei, who was also slumped over on the couch next to Airi, pat Yuko on the back, “Me too,” She yawned, eyes half open.

“Cheer up guys, this is your last song.” Tanaigawa Airi said in an attempt to help raise their morals.

Yuko shifted to lay on her back and draped an arm over her face to block out the bright lights, “That’s easy for you to say, all you have to do is watch us.”

“I do more than just watch you guys,” Airi glared at the bassist in her lap, “It’s hard work having to take care of you guys,” She reached down, pinching the girl’s cheek with her fingers.

“Ow! Sorry, sorry!” Yuko desperately tried to shake the girl’s hand off of her.

Airi sighed and released the girl’s face, “It’s your turn Keicchi,” The girl said, noticing Sayaka exiting the recording room and walking towards them.

Kei nodded and gently pushed Yuko up into a sitting position, “Wish me luck,”

“What do you need luck for? You can record as many times as you want,” Airi said grudgingly, arms crossed against her chest, “…Good luck.”

Kei shook her head and pouted, pointing to her lips with a finger.

“N-No,” Airi stuttered and turned her head in the opposite direction, flustered.

“I’m still here you know,” Yuko waved her arms in the air.

“What are you doing?” Sayaka set her water on the table, looking at Kei who was still seated, “Hurry up or we’ll have to stay longer.”

“Sorry,” Kei immediately got up, “I won’t forget this,” She directed to Airi before heading towards the recording room.

Sayaka let out a breath and relaxed onto the couch, “Where’s Yui?” She asked looking around for the older girl.

“She offered to go and buy us some drinks,” Yuko held out a fist, “Rock always win for sure.”

The guitarist sighed and shook her head, “You’re lucky tha-” A loud, shrill ring cut Sayaka off.

“Sorry, that’s me,” Airi said, pulling her phone out and accepting the call, “Tanigawa Airi,” She spoke into the phone, “Yes, that’s right,” Airi covered the handset with her palm, “I’ll be back. Tell Yui to go in when she comes back.”

Sayaka nodded while Yuko saluted the retreating manager, “Aye!”

After Airi left, Sayaka and Yuko sat in a comfortable silence, the only sound being their producer barking orders at staff members.

“Sayaka?” Yuko broke the silence, her voice faint.

“Hm?”

“I’m really happy we’re in a band together,” Yuko’s eyes were focused on her swinging feet, “Before I met you guys, I didn’t know where I was going to go in life. It’s not like there was anything special about me, I’m just…average at everything and nothing really interested me. But then when I saw you, Kei and Yui playing on that stage and giving it your all even though no one was really listening to you guys…I knew what I wanted to do and when you guys accepted me as your bassist even though I hardly knew how to play then…I was ecstatic. I’m happy you guys gave me a chance,” Yuko looked up at Sayaka, a large grin on her face, “Or rather I’m happy that I met you guys.”

Sayaka looked shocked at the girl’s sudden change of mood, but the shock quickly faded away as the younger girl chuckled and slung an arm around Yuko’s shoulders, “I speak for all of us when I say we’re happy that we met you too. We wouldn’t be here now without you.”

“I’m back-Oh, am I interrupting something?” Yui joked, plastic bag in hand.

“Nah, we’re just having a sappy talk,” Yuko waved her hand, rushing up to the younger girl, “What’d you get me? I’m so thirsty.”

Yui reached into the bag, pulling out a can of juice and handing it to Yuko who took it gratefully, “I hope you guys don’t mind, I met someone at the store and-”

Sayaka dropped her head onto the armrest of the couch and groaned at the sight of girl Yui brought back. She had done so well in avoiding the other girl these past 3 months they were recording. Sayaka cursed Yui, she was never going to trust the older girl ever again.

“Milky!” Yuko shouted with glee, “It’s been so long.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” Miyuki smiled, stepping further into the room after Yui, “How’s Atsuko?’

“She’s great, we got a cat together. Hold on-” Yuko pulled out her hand held device and held it up to Miyuki’s face, “Cute right?”

Miyuki nodded, “The three of you look nice together.”

“Dontcha think? I was hoping that-”

After that point Sayaka stopped paying attention to their useless chatter.

“Here, I got you one too.” Sayaka lifted her head to see Yui standing in front of her, holding out a can of juice.

“Thanks,” Sayaka muttered, grasping the cold can in her hands.

“I swear I didn’t plan this,” Yui took a seat next to Sayaka, and opened up the tap on her can, “She saw me and asked if I saw you around lately and I told her we were recording right now and she wanted to come. I tried to tell her we were busy with it, but she kept on insisting, you know how Milky is.”

“It’s alright,” Sayaka sighed, cracking open the tab on her can as well and taking a tentative sip, “It’s not that I don’t want to see or talk to her,” The younger girl glanced off to the side, eying Miyuki and Yuko who were still chatting animatedly, “It’s the opposite, really. I want to talk to her and be her friend but I just can’t do it. I’ll do whatever it takes for her to be happy, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less that she’ll be happy without me,” Sayaka set the can down on the table next to her bottle of water, “I still lo-like her a lot.”

Yui put a hand on Sayaka’s shoulder, “You should tell her this,”

“N-No way. I can’t. Besides she’s with someone else.”

Yui set her can down next to Sayaka’s, “I think if you tell her this, she’ll take you back. She’s always asking me about you and she wanted to see you today so it’s obvious she still cares about you.”

“That’s just how Miyuki is,” Sayaka smiled softly to herself, “She’s always been like that, clamoring for my attention because I never gave her any. She was so determined for me to like her. That’s one of the things I like about her.”

“I still think yo-” Yui was cut off by the loud bang of the door slamming loudly against the wall causing everyone in the room to turn towards the source.

“Good news!” Airi yelled running in through the open doorway, phone gripped in her hand, “They want to give you guys an international tour!”

“What!” Sayaka yelled, standing up from her seat.

Yui stood up as well, shock written on her face, “Seriously?!”

Airi nodded, a huge grin on her face, “It seems the Asian tour was so successful, they want to give you guys a European tour.”

Yuko let out an uncharacteristically, high pitched squeal before running towards Yui and Sayaka, “I told you! I felt Europe in my blood!” Yuko yelled, wrapping her arms around the two girl’s neck and pulling them into a tight hug.

“What the hell’s happening?” Kei demanded, an annoyed look on her face.

“We got an international tour around Europe!” Yuko repeated in a high pitched yell.

“What!?” Kei yelled back, dropping her drumsticks and rushing towards the rest of her band, “I can’t believe this!” Kei wiped away at the tears that were falling from her eyes with the back of her hands.

“Don’t cry,” Sayaka brought an arm around the younger girl’s shoulders and pulled her towards the group. Yui simply laughed and copied Sayaka, a large smile on her face.

“I’m so happy. It’s happy tears,” Kei cried, a large smile on her face as well, “We did it. Even though no one believed in us, look at how far we’ve come.”

“It’s because you all worked so hard,” Airi said, placing a hand on Kei’s shoulder, “Congratulations.”

Kei sniffled and turned around, lunging herself at the manager, “You too. We couldn’t of have done it without you.”

“Who knew Keicchi would get so emotional,” Yuko whispered to Sayaka and Yui as the three of them watched the drummer sob into Airi’s arms.

Sayaka laughed, “You say that but look, you’re crying too.”

Yuko brought a hand to her face, “I guess I am,” She chuckled softly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a tissue to wipe at her eyes with.

“Congratulations,” Miyuki said softly. Sayaka had almost forgotten about the other girl in all her excitement.

“Thank you,” Sayaka replied, her eyes not meeting Miyuki’s.

“Yeah, thanks,” Yuko echoed, nudging Miyuki with her shoulder, “You were the first one to believe in us after all.”

“That’s right,” Yui spoke up, “I’ve almost forgotten, it’s been so long. 4 years ago was it?”

Miyuki nodded, “We are all still high school students then.”

“Except me,” Yuko chuckled, “I was an old lady already when I met you guys.”

“I remember at the end of every show Sayaka would complain because you would never leave her alone.”

“N-No, I didn’t!” Sayaka denied adamantly.

“I remember that too!”

“Sayanee, is this true?” Miyuki whined, a pout on her face.

“It isn’t!” Sayaka continued to deny, forgetting that she was supposed to be angry with the younger girl.

“It definitely is! You complained about it everyday up until you two started going out,” Yuko looked over at Sayaka with a playful smirk, “It must’ve been love all along, huh?”

Sayaka crossed her arms over her chest, an annoyed (and slightly embarrassed) look on her face.

“Yuko,” Yui took the older girl by the sleeve and turning her away from the guitarist, “We should call Acchan and tell her the good news don’t you think?”

“Oh, you’re right!” Yuko hit her fist against her open palm, “She’s gonna be so proud and slightly jealous,” She snickered, pulling her phone out and placing it against her ear before walking towards the door, Yui trailing closely behind her.

Sayaka let out a breath and dropped herself onto the couch. She looked up at Miyuki who was standing there awkwardly, “You can sit down, it’s alright.”

Miyuki stared at the guitarist before carefully seating herself down a couple of inches away from Sayaka, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Sayaka asked, her eyes trained on the white wall in front of her.

“Everything,” Miyuki turned her head towards Sayaka who was trying her best not to look at Miyuki, “I’m sorry for hurting the most important person in my life.”

“Are you happy with her?” Sayaka breathed out.

“Very,” Miyuki answered, her eyes not leaving Sayaka.

“That’s all I need then,” Sayaka turned her head, her eyes meeting Miyuki’s, “As long as you’re happy then I’ll be okay.”

______

“Look at this!” Sayaka shoved a piece of colorful paper in Yui’s face, an excited grin on her face.

“Too close, Sayaka,” Yui pulled the paper from Sayaka’s hand and examined it. Written on the top in big, bold, red letters was ‘Battle of the Bands’ and beneath it was a cartoon drawing of a band, “Battle of the bands?” Yui read out loud, placing the paper on the table.

“Sounds fun right? And look,” Sayaka pointed at the bottom of the page, “First prize winner gets to record a full length studio album for free!”

Yui furrowed her eyebrows, “Do you think we’re ready for that? We don’t even have a drummer or bassist yet.”

“I’ve already beaten you to that. I put ads up from a drummer and bassist and I got a call back from someone wanting to be our drummer,” Sayaka nodded, “She sounded good from what I heard over the phone.”

“She played for you over the phone?”

“No,” Sayaka waved her hand, “From her voice.”

Yui stared at Sayaka in disbelief. Was this girl just pulling things out of her ass now?

“Trust me on this, Yuihan,” Sayaka placed a hand on the older girl’s back, “She’s gonna be good. I just know it”

Yui simply hummed, still not quite believing the other girl, “What’s her name?”

“Jonishi Kei. She’s a year younger than me.”

“Does she go to our school?”

Sayaka shook her head, “She goes to a different one, so we’ll have to find someplace outside of school to practice.”

Yui hummed, “It would be expensive to rent out a room every time we wanted to practice.”

“And my place is no good. My parents would kill me if I brought you guys over to practice everyday.” Sayaka also hummed.

“We can use my place then,”

“Eh? Really? Is that alright with your parents?”

“I live alone and I think my apartment would be big enough to put a drum set in.”

“Wow,” Sayaka marveled, “As expected from my senior.”

“I-It’s not that big of a deal,” Yui shrugged, “My parents live in Kyoto and I didn’t want to travel a long time for school.”

“Are you sure it’ okay though? I don’t want to bother you.”

Yui simply chuckled, “I think you’re already past that point,” Yui’s chuckle turned into a soft laugh, “I don’t mind though.”

Sayaka grinned and laid her head on the cool table, “Sing for me.”

“W-What?” Yui stuttered, not expecting the younger girl to demand that so suddenly.

“I love your voice,” Sayaka looked up at Yui, “And I want to see how my trainings paid off.”

Yui simply shook her head, “I can’t believe you,” Despite her words, the next time Yui opened her mouth she sang the song that Sayaka had been teaching her.

Sayaka closed her eyes and attentively listened to every note that came out of the older girl’s mouth in a beautiful harmony, “Perfect,” She whispered under her breath.

______

“To a million album sales!” Yuko yelled, raising her glass in the air.

The rest of the table cheered and raised their glasses, clinking them against each other.

“I still can’t believe this,” Kei said, bringing her glass down, “Tomorrow we’ll be going off onto an International tour and now our album just sold a million copies on the first day.”

“I know,” Yuko added, taking a large sip of her unreasonably expensive champagne, “I’m pretty sure we’ve used up our entire life’s worth of luck.”

“It’s not luck,” Sayaka pushed her full glass towards Yuko who happily took it into her hands, “We worked hard and earned this.”

Yui nodded next to Sayaka, “Hopefully we’ll only go up from here.”

“Another international tour!”

“A documentary!”

“A reality TV show!”

“A…book?” Sayaka offered weakly causing the other three girl’s to break into loud laughter.

Once the laughter died down they sat in a comfortable silence simply enjoying each others company.

______

“Wow, there’s a ton of people out there!” Kei exclaimed, peeking her head out of the curtain, “At least 100 or so.”

“100 people?” Yui echoed, worry on her face. She had went from only singing in front of her parents, to singing in front of one stranger, and now she was going to sing in front of hundreds of strangers. Just the thought of it caused her heart to pump into overdrive.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Sayaka placed a comforting hand on Yui’s back, “Your voice is perfect. You don’t have anything to fear.”

Yui nodded but the worry on her face didn’t leave.

“It’s normal to be nervous,” Kei added, abandoning her spot near the curtain, “This is your first time singing in front of a crowd, right?”

Yui nodded again.

“I’m sure you’ll be great,” Kei rubbed her chin with one hand, “Although, if the practices were an indication I think you’re do better than great,” She finished with a smile and a small thumbs up.

“Thanks, Kei,” Yui said sincerely, feeling a bit of the worry melt from her shoulders.

Kei waved her hand, “I told you guys, call me Keicchi. We’re family now.”

“F-Family?” Yui had only known the younger girl for a couple of weeks, she would hardly consider her family, “And Keicchi is more of a mouthful to say than Kei.”

“Family eh? I like the sound of that.” Sayaka chuckled lightly.

“I have a feeling we’re all gonna be close for a long time,” Kei joined in.

Yui just shook her head, but couldn’t help the small smile that made it’s way to her face, “Family huh?” She mumbled under her breath.

“Bullet dolls?” A man wearing all black questioned the three girls.

“Yeah, that’s us,”

“You guys are up next. Go to the stage for standby,” The man said before walking away, talking into his earpiece.

“Are you guys ready?” Sayaka asked, adjusting her guitar strap.

Kei nodded, gripping her drumsticks tightly in her hands.

“Yui?” Sayaka looked towards the older girl who didn’t move.

Yui clenched her eyes shut. She would prove to her parents that she was good enough, that she could chase after her dreams and be successful, “I’m ready.”

The first time Yui stepped onto the stage is when she finally understood why so many people craved fame. She would never forget the heat from the stage lights burning her already hot body. Nor would she forget the hundreds of people staring up at her, their attention solely on her. The rush of knowing that they were listening to every single word that spewed from her mouth. It was a feeling that Yui would never tire of. It was this feeling that encouraged Yui to keep going on.

Yui would also never forget the humiliation she felt that night. When they announced the top three winners and her band was not on the list. She remembers the anger and frustration that welled up inside her. She-They had put their entire heart and soul into this and in the end they came out with nothing. Yui will never forget how hard she cried backstage, knowing how close she was to her dreams only to have it snatched out of her hands. It was a feeling that Yui never wanted to experience again. It was this feeling that prevented Yui from ever wanting to stand on stage again.

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“Are you sure you don’t wanna go with us?” Yui asked for the tenth time (Sayaka counted)

“I’m sure,” Sayaka nudged the older girl towards the door, “I’m tired from the trip, I just wanna take a rest.”

“But it’s the Eiffel Tower!” Yuko yelled from outside the closed door.

Sayaka shook her head, a light chuckle escaping her lips, “You guys have fun, don’t worry about me.”

Yui furrowed her eyebrows, “I can’t help but worry about you,” She lowered her voice, careful to not let the girls outside hear her, “Are you sure you’re alright? I mean with Milky and everything.”

“I’m sure,” Sayaka forced a wide smile onto her face. Miyuki…In honest truth she hadn’t stopped thinking about the other girl. It were the thoughts of their relationship that kept her up. She would spend her nights cooking up different ways she could win Miyuki back, but Sayaka knew she could never muster up any of the courage to actually act on them.

“Alright,” Yui said, hesitation laced in her voice, “I’ll check on you when we get back then.”

“Thanks,” Sayaka opened the door for Yui and waved at her other two band mates that were leaning against the wall.

“Are you not coming, Sayaka?” Kei asked, standing up straight at the sight of the guitarist.

“Yeah, I’m tired,” Sayaka said, “You guys have fun though. Bring me back a souvenir or something.”

Yuko nodded, “Will do boss!”

Yui stopped in the doorway and turned towards Sayaka, “If you need something message me, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I will,” Sayaka lightly pushed Yui out into the hallway, “Have fun,” She called before closing the door.

As soon as she heard the voices from the hallway fade she let the smile fall from her face. She appreciated Yui’s concerns, but sometimes it was too much. Sayaka let out a small sigh and dropped onto her bed, stretching her limbs out across the soft sheets. This time they had gotten a much better hotel and Sayaka’s back appreciated it.

Sayaka picked her phone up and stared at the black screen. She really wanted to talk to Miyuki, but two things stopped her; the time difference and her pride. The first one didn’t matter as much, as Miyuki was probably awake even at this time. However, the second one meant way more to Sayaka than she liked to admit.

Just as Sayaka was about to put the mobile down, it vibrated, surprising the guitarist. She groaned, more likely than not it was Yui checking up on her. She unlocked her phone, not bothering to check the sender and scanned through the short message.

‘Are you in Paris now?’

Sayaka squinted her eyes and reread the message, this time looking at the sender. Miyuki. Sayaka’s grip on her phone tightened. Just seeing Miyuki’s name on top of the message made her heart beat faster. It was crazy how much of an effect she had on her.

‘Just landed a few hours ago. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?’ Sayaka knew Miyuki never went to sleep before 2am but she threw it in anyways to keep the conversation going.

The reply came a minute later.

‘Can’t sleep. Sing me a lullaby?’

Sayaka rolled her eyes despite the happiness that swelled in her chest. Miyuki always had trouble sleeping and would wake Sayaka up at all kinds of odd hours to sing her to sleep. Sayaka smiled fondly at the memory. Although she always pretended like it was a bother to her, it was actually something she enjoyed. She liked knowing that in some way (even though it was minor) Miyuki needed her.

The guitarist quickly typed out her response, not wanting to keep the younger girl waiting for too long, ‘Isn’t that something your girlfriend should be doing for you?’

Miyuki’s response was fast and Sayaka was glad she got a rise out of the girl.

‘Maachun can’t sing, at least not as well as you can. Your voice always puts me right to sleep.’

So Maachun was the mysterious girlfriends name. Sayaka tapped at her phone, wondering what kind of person this Maachun was to be able to capture Miyuki’s heart so fast. Before she knew it Sayaka had typed out her thoughts and accidentally sent it.

‘What’s Maachun like?’

Sayaka cursed under her breath and wished that someone would invent a way to delete already sent messages.

‘Why? You wanna steal her from me?’

‘No! I was just wondering is all…’

‘Jealous?’

Sayaka scoffed. As if. She was the complete opposite of jealous. In fact she didn’t even care at all. It wasn’t like the thought of Maachun (or as Sayaka pictured her, a figure with a giant question mark over her head) doing the things that she used to do with Miyuki make her blood boil. Nope. Sayaka was most certainly not jealous at all.

‘Not at all! I told you I was just wondering.’

‘Sayaka, I’m so tired. Work was soooooo long today.’

‘Go to sleep then!’

‘Not until you sing for me!’

Sayaka sighed, there was no use arguing against Miyuki. In the end she always got what she wanted, ‘Fine. I’ll call you then?’

‘Mhm! I’ll be waiting.’

Sayaka tapped on Miyuki’s name and clicked the call button, placing the phone against her ear. Two rings in and Miyuki’s sleepy voice reached Sayaka’s ears, “Sayaka?”

“Who else would it be?” Sayaka said softly, “Sounds like you didn’t even need me for you to sleep.”

Miyuki laughed lightly, “You caught me. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“O-Oh…” Sayaka stuttered, the heat rising up to her face.

“Heh, I wish I could see your face right now,” Miyuki teased.

“S-Stop!” Sayaka ran a hand through her hair, annoyed, “Just let me sing for you so you can sleep already.”

“Okay,” Miyuki let out one last quiet laugh before falling silent.

Sayaka cleared her throat, suddenly feeling nervous. The guitarist shook her head, she could play in front of thousands of strangers without feeling an ounce of nervousness yet the prospect of singing for Miyuki made her chest tighten and her breath uneven.

The guitarist took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves before opening her mouth and letting her voice pour out. It had been a while since the last time she sang but it didn’t show in her performance at all.

By the time she was finished she was greeted by silence.

“Milky?” No response. Sayaka chuckled to herself, not expecting her to fall asleep so quickly. “Miyuki, I-” Sayaka paused. What was she doing? She couldn’t believe how low she had come. Confessing her love to Miyuki while she slept like Sayaka was some stereotypical character from a book who couldn’t come to terms with her own feelings? Sayaka groaned and leaned back, resting her head against the delicate pillows. If her band mates saw her now, no doubt they would be howling with laughter right now. It was a good thing she stopped herself before she embarrassed herself, no doubt.

Besides, Miyuki had Maachun and Sayaka was content with just being friends with the younger girl. Yes, in fact Sayaka was beyond thrilled that Miyuki had found someone who would be open with her and spend her off days with her instead of cramped inside the recording studio. This band was Sayaka’s life and Miyuki needed someone who would make her their life. With her hectic schedule and constant traveling, Sayaka wasn’t selfish enough to make Miyuki stay with her and deal with that. Miyuki needed someone normal and Sayaka couldn’t be that person, at least not without giving up her dream. No, not just her dream. Her band’s dream.

Sayaka adjusted the phone against her ear so it rested more comfortably against her face and closed her eyes, letting Miyuki’s short puffs of breath lull her to sleep.

______

Sayaka leaned her head against her hand and raised the glass to her lips. They had lost. They hadn’t even come close to winning. This was way out of their league. Sayaka’s grip on the glass tightened, she had let her band down. She let Yui down. Yui who had placed all her trust in Sayaka.

“Hey, you’re from that band, Bullet Dolls, aren’t ya?” A loud voice spoke next to her.

“What about it?” Sayaka traced her finger around the glass’s rim.

“I wanna join!” The girl announced, sticking her hand out towards Sayaka.

Sayaka looked up, surprised. Who in their right mind would want to join them after that performance?

“You guys really inspired me, ya know,” The girl grinned toothily, “Oshima Yuko.”

“Yamamoto Sayaka,” Sayaka introduced herself, ignoring the girl’s extended hand.

Yuko let her hand drop back to her side, “So what do ya say?”

“What do you play?”

Yuko hummed, rubbing her chin with one hand in thought, “Well, I play a little bass.”

“Bass?” Sayaka perked up. Of course, how could she forget? Their missing piece. No band was complete without a bassist.

“Y-Yeah, I mean I’m no pro or anything but-”

“You’re in!” Sayaka reached for Yuko’s hand and gripped it tightly, “You’re our savior.”

“H-Huh? Savior?” Yuko puffed her chest out, “Well, I mean, I get that a lot.”

Sayaka dropped Yuko’s hand and turned towards the bartender, “Can I get a pen please?”

“This was a lot easier than I expected,” Yuko continued, despite the fact that Sayaka was no longer paying attention to the other girl’s ramblings, “I thought you guys would’ve had me play before you accepted me or something. Is this how all bands get their members nowadays?”

Sayaka thrust a napkin in Yuko’s hand, a large smile on her face, “Call me tomorrow, okay? I’ll have you meet Yui and Keicchi and assess your skills.”

“Assess my skills?” Yuko looked at the napkin which had Sayaka’s number written hastily on it, “B-But, I mean I’m already in the band right?”

“Yeah, well we just need to see where you’re at first,” Sayaka stood up from her seat, slipping her jacket on, “Call me, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow, Yuko!” Sayaka waved before running out the door.

“What a weird girl,” Yuko said to herself, stuffing the napkin into her jacket pocket.

______

“Rome!” Yuko yelled, stretching her hands out towards the sky, “Look at how beautiful it is here!” Yuko pointed towards the elaborate fountain that was set up in front of the hotel, “Trevi Fountain!”

“No, that’s just a normal fountain,” Kei chuckled, playfully hitting Yuko’s shoulder.

“Arc De Triomphe!” Yuko shouted in a fake French accent and pointed towards the arch that stood outside their hotel entrance way.

Yui simply shook her head at Yuko’s antics, a small smile on her face.

Sayaka stared at the open travel book that was resting in her hands, “I can’t pronounce any of these words,”

Yui hummed and looked over Sayaka’s shoulder, “We should go here first.” She pointed towards one of the pages written in roman lettering.

“Col-Colleh…” Sayaka stuttered over the word before giving up and handing the book over to Yui.

“Colosseum,” Yui repeated with perfect pronunciation, a proud look on her face, “Shouldn’t of waited until we got here to buy the travel book.”

Sayaka scowled and crossed her arms, “At least I bought a book.”

Yui simply smiled and closed the book, “Let’s go before it gets too late,” She called towards Yuko and Kei.

______

Sayaka eyed the glass of liquid that was placed in front of her, “What’s this?”

“It’s good, trust me,” Yuko winked at the younger girl, holding a similar looking drink in her hand.

Sayaka pushed the drink away, “We have a show tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry,” Yuko waved her hand, the motion causing a bit of the liquid in her glass to spill onto the already dirty floor, “Let loose a little. Enjoy the sights. Beautiful Italian girls.”

“Don’t make Acchan mad, Yuko,” Yui reprimanded, plucking Yuko’s glass into her hands and taking a seat on the stool next to Sayaka.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Yuko reached into her pocket and fumbled with her phone, “I have to call Acchan.” Yuko looked around the dingy, club, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and call her, it’s too loud here,” She pointed towards the far corner where the illuminated bathroom sign hung.

Yui nodded, “Don’t take too long. We should leave soon.”

“Aye!” Yuko saluted before making her way through the crowd of people blocking her way.

“Can I get a water?” Yui addressed the bartender who looked a bit irked at the request but filled up a glass of water anyways and placed it in front of the girl, “Have you seen Kei?”

Sayaka motioned towards the dance floor, “You know how she is.”

“Of course,” Yui laughed, taking a small sip of her water, “You better drink that,” She pointed towards the drink that Yuko had brought her earlier.

The guitarist made a face but raised the glass to her lips, taking a tentative sip. The flavor was sweet at first and the liquid burned her throat when she swallowed, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

“How’s Milky?” Yui asked casually.

Sayaka shot the vocalist a pointed look, “Why do you always have to bring Miyuki up every time we talk to each other?”

Yui simply shrugged, “Just curious is all.”

“She’s confusing as always.”

“You think? I think Milky’s actually quite simple. If you told her you loved her she would come running right back to you.”

Sayaka sighed into her drink, “I know.”

“Then why don’t you do it?” Yui thought it was rather ironic that Sayaka found Miyuki confusing when she was the most confusing one, “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“I do but I can’t do that to her. Besides she has Maachun now.”

“Maachun?”

“Yeah, Miyuki’s new girlfriend.”

“Oh, you mean Mayu?” Yui chuckled, “Mayu is…Well, that’s rather difficult to explain.”

“What do you mean?”

“Eh, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to tell you this, but I’m sure you’ll find out on your own anyway,” Yui took another sip of her water before continuing, “It’s all an arrangement between her and Mayu.”

“Arrangement like what?” Sayaka motioned her hand for Yui to explain further.

“Milky’s parents want her to date Mayu. They’ve been pushing for this to happen since Mayu started working for Milky’s father. Mayu is one of Milky’s father’s favorite employees, to have her with his daughter and officially in his family is probably one of his biggest dreams,” Yui looked over at Sayaka, “You understand?”

Sayaka continued to stare blankly at Yui.

“You’re really dense sometimes, you know that?” Yui sighed, “Milky’s only with Mayu because her parents want her to be. Milky’s always refused because back then she had you, now she doesn’t have a reason to say no anymore. Milky doesn’t love her, she’s only with her to make her parents happy. Besides, it’s as plain as day she still loves you.”

“I know she does,” Sayaka said, tracing her finger up the glass, collecting the condensation, “In the end my love will only hurt her.”

Yui just shook her head, “Artists,” She mumbled under her breath, “Listen, Sayaka. She loves you and you love her. It shouldn’t be this difficult. You don’t have to put your dreams on the line to be with her, Sayaka. You’re underestimating how strong Milky really is. She understands and that’s why she chooses to be with you. Listen…Just think about it alright? You’re not helping anyone like this.”

Sayaka nodded, drowning the rest of her drink in one big gulp, “Let’s go find Keicchi and Yuko and head back. We have a show tomorrow and it’s getting late,” Sayaka pushed the empty glass away from her and leapt off the bar stool, turning towards the crowded dance floor in an attempt to find Kei.

The vocalist stared at Sayaka’s retreating back and sighed. She had changed so much from the girl she used to know.

______

“Yui! Yui!” Sayaka yelled as loud as she could, running down the empty hallway towards the older girl.

Yui turned around, startled by the loud noise and the source of it that was currently barreling towards her, “Don’t run in the hallways,” She scolded, the surprise fading from her face.

“Sorry,” Sayaka quickly said, her voice not apologetic at all, “Look at this! There’s another battle of the bands coming up soon.”

Yui turned pale at the words. Battle of the bands did not bring up any good memories for her at all, “O-Oh, that’s nice.”

“What do you think?” Sayaka asked, shoving a sheet of paper in Yui’s face.

“I think that’s great for the bands,” Yui said calmly, pushing Sayaka’s arm away.

“No, No, that’s not what I meant,” Sayaka shoved the paper back into her pocket, not bothering to fold it up again, “What do you think about us competing in it again?”

Yui made a face and turned away from the younger girl, “No.”

“Yui,” Sayaka whined, grabbing the older girl’s arm to prevent her from walking away, “Come on. We’ve got Yuko now, we’ve got a chance at this now. Back then we were way out of our leagues, but with all this practice we have and Yuko, we’ll definitely win this time!”

Yui shook Sayaka’s hand off her arm, straightening the wrinkles on her blazer, “And what if we don’t win again?” Yui turned to face Sayaka, anger written on her face, “What’s your plan then? To build up our egos only to have it knocked back down again?”

“Yui-”

“I said no,” Yui crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not doing it again. I’m not going through that humiliation again. I never want to set foot on a stage ever again.”

Sayaka straightened her back, “That’s your problem Yui,” Sayaka accused, pointing a finger at the older girl’s chest, “You lose once and you give up. We all have our wins and we all have our losses. Everyone loses, Yui. If no one lost then there wouldn’t be any winners. Just because you give up once doesn’t give you the right to give up. I never knew you were that weak, Yui and you’re not the only one who was mad and humiliated about us not winning. We all were. But the difference between me and you is that I’ll get back up and try again while you’ll just lament in your loses and cry about it,” Sayaka’s eyes bored into Yui’s shocked ones, “And to answer your question, my plan if we lose again is to try again and again until we win.” Sayaka said before turning and stomping down the hallway.

Yui blinked, still in disbelief at the lecture that Sayaka just gave her. Yui stared at the younger girl’s back, a smile making it’s way to her face, “Sayaka,” She called, causing the girl to turn around, “Count me in then.”

______

Sayaka sat up from her bed, hearing a couple of loud, stern knocks on her room’s door, “Coming!” She called out, swinging her legs onto the carpeted floor.

“Yui?” Sayaka was surprised to see the vocalist on the other side of the door, her breath heavy.

“You should go after her.” Were the first words out Yui’s mouth.

Sayaka stared at Yui in disbelief, “We have a show today. It’s a near day flight to go to Japan. I would never make it back in time.”

“I know,” Yui pushed past Sayaka, entering the older girl’s hotel room, “Forget about the show.”

“I can’t forget about the show, we all worked so hard to get here.” Sayaka reasoned, closing the door behind Yui.

“Sayaka,” Yui sighed, placing a firm hand on the taller girl’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about us. We want you to be happy and it’s plainly obvious that you haven’t been for a while now.”

Sayaka shrugged Yui’s hand off, “But-”

The younger girl raised a hand, stopping whatever words were about to leave Sayaka’s mouth, “There’s always going to be shows to play. Your band will always be here, waiting for you,” Yui smiled softly, “Milky’s not going to wait for you forever. This is your last chance or else you’re going to lose her forever. She’s getting married, Sayaka.”

“That fast?!” Sayaka was shocked at Yui’s words. It had only been 7 months since the two had broken up and Miyuki was already getting married to someone else. Sayaka frowned, “If she’s getting married then that’s even more of a reason to not go after her. I don’t want to ruin that for her. Besides, what if she rejects me? Then it would’ve all been for nothing.”

“Sayaka,” Yui stepped closer, “Let me tell you what your problem is, you don’t believe in yourself,” Sayaka stared at Yui. She couldn’t believe it, Yui was using her own words against her, “Go after her, Sayaka. If you get rejected then your friends will be there to pick you back up. But, how can you live knowing that you never tried?” Yui smiled softly to herself, thinking back to the time when Sayaka told the same words to her, “I know I would’ve regretted it if I never took a chance and tried. I wouldn’t be here right now with you guys. I’m at my happiest because I took a chance and tried. I want you to be happy too, Sayaka. As your best friend, I am telling you to go and be selfish. Stop coming up with excuses and just go after her. Don’t worry about anything else right now.”

The older girl opened her mouth before quickly closing it again, her already thin resolve wearing thinner, “Okay,” She agreed after a few minutes lapsed by, “I’ll go.”

The small smile on Yui’s face grew into a wide grin as she lunged forwards, wrapping her arm’s around Sayaka in a tight hug.

Sayaka’s arms fell stiff against her sides, until she eventually raised them, gently (albeit awkwardly) patting the younger girl’s back.

“Follow your heart, Sayaka.” Yui sobbed into the older girl’s shoulder desperately trying to contain her laughter.

“A-alright,” Sayaka continued to pat the girl’s back despite her obvious discomfort.

“You deserve to be happy,” Yui continued, sniffling loudly, “You’re so kind and nice and generous and pretty and-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Sayaka pushed Yui away having reached her limit.

“Sorry,” Yui wiped away at her dry eyes, “I was practicing what I should say to Akane when she finds out you left.”

Sayaka shook her head, “That’ll never work,” She turned around, pulling her suitcase out of the closet, “You should get Keicchi to tell her.”

“Ah!” Yui nodded her head, determination in her eyes, “That’s a good idea. It saves me the work too.”

Sayaka chuckled, “It saves you the rage of Akane as well.”

“I’m going to go tell Keicchi and Yuko, alright?” Yui made her way for the door, giving one small wave to the guitarist, “I’ll see you in Japan. Good luck.”

“Yuihan,” Sayaka called, stopping the girl in her tracks, “Thank you. For believing in me.”

“You haven’t called me that since…” Yui stayed motionless, her hand resting on the doorknob, “It’s what friends are for. I’ll always believe in you even when you don’t believe in yourself,” Yui turned around and threw Sayaka a wide smile, “You’re welcome Sayanee.”

______

“We won!” Sayaka yelled at the top of her lungs, holding the gold trophy above her head.

“I can’t believe we won!” Yuko yelled, crashing her body into Sayaka’s.

Sayaka laughed, slinging her arms around Yuko’s and Kei’s shoulders.

“We won?” Yui said quietly, still in disbelief.

“We did,” Kei smiled, grabbing by the shirt and pulling her into the group hug.

“What did I tell you?” Sayaka smirked, ruffling Yui’s hair with her free hand, “I told you we would win if we tried didn’t I?”

Yui looked up at Sayaka, tears brimming from her eyes, “I still can’t believe it.”

Sayaka chuckled and handed the trophy over to Yuko who gladly took it in her arms.

“We’re gonna go big, Yui.” Sayaka cradled Yui’s face in between her hands, “I told you we would, didn’t I? We tried and we did it.”

Yui sniffled, wrapping her arms around Sayaka’s neck bringing the younger girl into a tight embrace, “Thank you, Sayanee. Thank you for believing in me.”

Sayaka smiled, wiping away at Yui’s tears, “That’s what friends are for. I’ll always be here to believe in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself.”

______

Sayaka sighed, situating herself into one of the hard, airport chairs. It had been hard trying to secure a ticket in such short notice, but her hard work (and fame) paid off in the end. She clutched the ticket in her hands, careful not to wrinkle the thick paper.

She reached into her pocket with her other hand, feeling her phone vibrate indicating a new message.

‘Good luck with your concert tonight. I’ll buy the DVD when it comes out.’

It was from Miyuki. Sayaka smiled to herself before quickly writing out her own response.

“Last call for flight A340 to Osaka. Please head to the gate for immediate boarding.”

Sayaka got up from her seat and made her way towards the appropriate gate, luggage dragging behind her. She felt her phone vibrate again against her thigh, this time indicating an incoming call, probably from Milky, she ignored it and let it go to voice mail. She could call her when she arrived.

“Ticket please.” The attendant said, a courteous smile on her face.

Sayaka handed the ticket over, adjusting the bag on her shoulder.

The attendant gratefully took the ticket, her eyes widening when she say the name written. She quickly looked back up, studying Sayaka’s face, “I know you,” She said slowly in English, “You’re Sayaka from Bullet Dolls, right?”

Sayaka simply nodded.

“I’m a big fan,” The attendant continued, handing Sayaka back her ticket stub, “You have a concert tonight, don’t you? What are you doing here?”

Sayaka nodded again, taking the stub into her hands, she reached into the pocket of her bag and pulled a pen out. She quickly signed the ticket stub before handing it back to the attendant with a smile, “I’m going home.”

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [SayaMilky] 02/23]
Post by: olive29 on February 24, 2014, 06:27:01 AM

Yes, Sayanee !!!!

Go home and take back your girl !!!!!  :cow:

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [SayaMilky] 02/23]
Post by: recchuun on February 24, 2014, 06:32:42 AM

YES, OK, I AM HAPPY.

I've read all your other stories on tumblr before and admittedly, this is the first time I've ever commented on a different story here in the forums - but I love your work and just had to comment (that Furuyanagi one killed me though).

Ah... precious SayaMilky. I enjoyed the dialogue well enough, and even though it was a bit cheesy (a little grease is fine, don't sweat the details!), there aren't many Band!AU stories and I'm happy that you decided to write one. Excellent, excellent, I enjoyed it and I really like how you made Sayaka and Miyuki's relationship; it was sweet in an oddly crushing way to see how easily they fall apart without one another. (For a second there, I thought there was something between Yui and Sayaka, but, I'm more happy with a platonic relationship between the two of them).

Anyhow, keep up the good work! If possible, you should write more NaoNan \ o / or Rena and other SKE48 members (Manatsu? There's a lot of WMatsui, RenAirin, ChuriRena, but no love for the other members of SKE48). Also, who do you write for in AKB48? Perhaps I'll request something from them one day, haha, pile you with more work (just kidding).

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [SayaMilky] 02/23]
Post by: Sasshii on February 26, 2014, 04:35:03 AM

@recchuun - Thank you so much for your kind comment. I actually was planning before on making Yui and Sayaka' relationship a little less platonic, but I thought it was a better choice to just have them as really close friends.

Hm, I would say I'm mainly an SKE writer (and a Rena x Manatsu fic does sound rather interesting), but in AKB I will do any pairing so request away friend. But, my favorite pairings in AKB would be RinoRie and YuiParu. I'm always up for writing something outside of that though ouo

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [SayaMilky] 02/23]
Post by: recchuun on February 26, 2014, 08:26:30 AM

No problem, merely telling the truth - you're one of my favorite AKB writers here (and like the only one who writes Nakanishi anything). Aha, that's why my YokoYama senses were tingling (or whatever their ship name is called). It was a good decision, making it more romantic might've unnecessarily complicated things? Ah, but I shouldn't say - you're the author here.

Thank you for writing so much of my bias group - no one here really writes about them besides a proliferate amount of WMatsui (although I do like Wmatsui, there just isn't a lot of other stuff) orz;;;  YOU OPENED THE YUIPARU DAM I HAVE IN MY HEART SO I SHALL REQUEST THAT (screams at RinoRie - lets just remember how YOU KILLED SASSHII AND BROKE MY HEART). \ o / anyhow, yes, thank you, you are fantastic.

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Home [SayaMilky] 02/23]
Post by: noel nguyen on February 26, 2014, 03:52:04 PM

You wrote this fic is good, I like it :)

I want to see Sayanee and Millky meet and why don't you write Yui - Paru in here. I think it so great if we have Yui - Paru :)

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Ties [KumiYuri, Airi x Nakanishi x Yuria] 02/27]
Post by: Sasshii on February 28, 2014, 05:11:27 AM

@recchuun - You got it! I'll add the YuiParu to the list ouo/ And I totally agree with you about the lack of SKE fanfics out there. It was the reason why I started writing my own actually lol. Although, I have to say most of fanfics mostly involve the same people, I'll have to start branching out and writing about the other SKE members.

Here's a little short and quick OS. It was just a small idea that was running through my head. This is connected to Moral Fiber and I had originally planned for it to be connected to Fall as well (hence why the beginnings are similar) but the ending in Fall kind of negates the ending here so. Anyways, comments and constructive criticism is always welcomed ouo/

Ties

Kizaki Yuria loved everything about Yagami Kumi. She loved Kumi’s unending kindness that knew no bounds. She loved Kumi’s smile and the way that it lit her heart up. She loved when Kumi would wildly laugh at her jokes even when she knew they weren’t that funny. She loved the way Kumi would tease her about not quite knowing her multiplication tables (she was working on it) even though the older girl didn’t quite get them herself.

Yuria chewed slowly as she watched Kumi fiddle with her phone. The point of the matter was that she loved Kumi. But combined with the fact that she was one hundred percent sure that Kumi did not feel the same way about her and that Yuria was not someone who would so easily admit her feelings, it ended up being a secret that Yuria would always keep locked in her heart.

“Thinking hard over there?” Kumi chuckled, setting her phone down on the table.

“Always,” Yuria smiled widely, “Do you want to go somewhere after school?”

Kumi hummed and picked her phone back up, “I’ve already made plans with Kanon. Unless you want to come too?”

Yuria’s grip on the spoon tightened. Kanon. Kanon. She was so sick of hearing that girl’s name. It always used to be just her and Kumi. No one else. But ever since Kumi met Kanon, it’s been all about her. Yuria was not one to be this jealous but when it came to Kumi it was like she was a different person. Yuria hated it. She hated the way her feelings got the best of her. “No, it’s alright.” Yuria’s smile didn’t falter from her face, “I think Yuka wanted to see me anyways.”

“Ah,” Kumi looked disappointed for a split second and it made Yuria wish she did agree to going, “How’s Nakanishi?” Kumi asked politely.

“She’s great,” Yuria pushed her plate away from her. She knew she was being selfish. She had no right to be jealous of Kumi and Kanon when she herself had Yuka.

“I’m glad,” Kumi said sincerely, “The two of you are…nice together.”

Nice together? Yuria couldn’t help but laugh at that thought. If anything Yuka and her were anything but nice together. To those looking in from the outside perhaps they were and the two of them had no problem with upholding that image. When people would ask Yuria about Yuka she would gush for days about the older girl and Yuka would do the same. On the outside it was a relationship based on love. In reality it was nothing but a lie. A relationship based solely on loneliness. Loneliness was the only thing that tied Yuka and Yuria together. A way to trick the two of them into thinking they weren’t as alone as they thought they were.

Yuria looked away from Kumi’s eyes that seemed to bore into hers as if they were reading her every secret, “Thanks.”

Kumi simply nodded and turned back to her phone, humming an upbeat tune.

______

Nakanishi Yuka pushed open the door, the strong smell of alcohol and smoke hitting her face immediately. Yuka scowled as she navigated her way through the large bar. It was three in the morning and right now Yuka wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in her warm covers. Instead she was standing in this dingy bar, cold and angry. Yuka clenched her jaw, finally approaching the bar, “Where is she?” She yelled to the bartender who was busying himself with making drinks for the couple of customers that sat around the bar.

The bartender looked up confused, “Are you the one who’s supposed to be picking up this girl?” He pointed over to the corner where said girl was currently passed out, her head pressed flat against the table.

“That’s her,” Yuka sighed, feeling the anger dissipate at the sight of the sleeping girl, “Thanks.”

The bartender nodded at her before returning to his work.

“Airin,” Yuka called out, gently nudging the girl’s shoulder. No response. Yuka sighed and nudged the girl harder, “Airin wake up. There’s no way I’m carrying you back home.”

Airi made a noise and shifted in the chair. Eyes still closed.

Yuka had to commend the girl on being able to fall asleep so deeply on such an uncomfortable looking chair. “Airin,” Yuka took her hands out of her jacket pocket and shook the younger girl’s shoulder.

Airi lazily peeled an eye open, “Yuka?” She slurred sleepily, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick you up,” Yuka crossed her arms over her chest.

“Pick me up? Why?” Airi lifted her head up from the table, wiping away at her mouth with the back of her hand, “I’m fine,” Airi insisted, stumbling out of her chair and almost falling flat on her face. Luckily, Yuka was standing close enough to the younger girl to stop her before she fell.

“Yeah, you’re obviously fine.”

“That doesn’t count. I tripped.” Airi steadied herself so she was standing up straight, “You didn’t need to come.”

“I’m here already,” Yuka shrugged, moving out of the way so Airi could step away from the chairs, “I was worried about you.”

Airi made a face, “Worried? Why?”

“You know why,” Yuka shot Airi a disapproving look, “This isn’t healthy.”

“You said it was normal before.”

“That was months ago, Airin.” Yuka shouted exasperated, “It’s been a year since the two of you broke up. I think it’s time to let it go.”

“It’s not that easy,” Airi sighed, eyes trained on the dirty floor that laid underneath them, “You don’t think I’ve tried to forget? I can’t forget. I can’t forget her.”

“Airin,” Yuka reached a hand out, gripping Airi’s hand with hers, “I’m sorry. I’m being insensitive again, aren’t I?” Airi was fragile right now and Yuka knew better than to lose her temper with the younger girl. But it was so frustrating to see this destroy her closest friend. To watch the girl she loved in ruins.

Airi stayed silent.

“Let me walk you home, okay?” Yuka pulled at the younger girl’s hand and Airi obediently followed.

______

“What’s wrong?” Yuria slung her arm around Yuka’s waist, nuzzling her face into the older girl’s chest.

“Nothing,” Yuka wrapped her arms around Yuria’s neck, a hand leisurely running through the younger girl’s hair.

“You’re thinking about Airi, aren’t you?” Yuria asked the obvious.

“And you’re thinking about Kumi,” Yuka shot back, not missing a beat.

Yuria simply chuckled, moving her head back to lay on the pillow. The younger girl lifted a hand and stroked Yuka’s cheek, feeling the soft skin under her fingers. Yuka closed her eyes, moving closer to the touch.

“Wrong. I’m thinking about you.” Yuria teased with a small smile.

Yuka broke out into light laughter, pressing her hand against Yuria’s, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that from you.”

“If only, right?” Yuria frowned. If only the world wasn’t as cruel as it was. In a perfect world she would have fallen in love with Yuka. In a perfect world she would be happy.

“We can pretend can’t we?” Yuka moved her hand back to lazily play with Yuria’s hair.

Pretend. Yuria was so sick of pretending. Pretending she loved Yuka. Pretending she was happy. For what sake but her own?

“Yuka,” Yuria said quietly, her voice quivering.

“Yuria?”

Yuria opened her mouth and stopped. Just as she had thought. She was too weak to let the words even leave her mouth. She didn’t love Yuka. No, but she needed Yuka. Yuka was all she had. Without her she had no one. She was alone with no one to comfort her but herself. Pretending was all that she had. “Nothing.”

Yuka looked at the younger girl concerned, “Are you sure?”

Yuria nodded, “Let’s pretend then,” Yuria breathed, pressing her lips against Yuka’s.

______

Yuria gripped the plastic tray in her hands. This was not what she had expected when she approached the table that Kumi and her usually sat at.

“Yuria!” Kumi smiled happily, her face bright.

Yuria recovered from her shock and reluctantly set her tray down onto the table before she followed.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind. I invited Kanon to sit with us.”

Kimoto Kanon waved silently, an equally large smile on her face, before bowing her head at the older girl.

“It’s fine,” Yuria forced out, voice strained.

“Are you sure?” Kumi asked, picking up on the usually upbeat girl’s odd behavior.

Yuria nodded, focusing her attention on the food in front of her.

“Should I leave?” Kanon whispered to Kumi, concerned.

Kumi shook her head, her eyes focused on the younger girl in front of her. Yuria had her moments but there was never a time where she was this downright rude. Kumi made a face, she had been excited to introduce Kanon to her best friend but seeing Yuria’s negative reaction made her regret the decision.

“I’m gonna go,” Yuria announced, standing up from her seat.

“Yuria, wait,” Kumi called standing up from her seat as well.

Yuria blatantly ignored the older girl and made her way towards the exit.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back,” Kumi turned towards Kanon, who nodded, before running after Yuria.

It didn’t take long for Kumi to find Yuria as she stood right outside the closed doors that lead back into the cafeteria.

As soon as Yuria spotted Kumi she turned to walk away from the older girl.

“Hey,” Kumi reached a hand out, gripping Yuria’s arm to prevent her from getting away, “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting so weird lately.”

Yuria stayed quiet.

“Yuria,” Kumi walked around the younger girl so she was facing her, “What’s wrong?” Kumi reached out, cupping Yuria’s face between her hands and wiping away the tears that silently fell down Yuria’s face, “Is it Nakanishi? Did the two of you get into a fight?” Kumi asked gently.

Yuria closed her eyes. Please stop. She wanted Kumi to stop being nice to her. She wanted Kumi to stop caring about her. She wanted Kumi to stop giving her more reasons to fall in love with her.

“I’m sure you guys will make up,” Kumi continued with a small smile on her face, “She loves you, I’m sure she’ll-”

“Stop,” Yuria muttered, pushing Kumi’s hands away from her, “Stop!” She yelled much louder, catching the older girl by surprise, “Stop pretending like you know anything about how I feel.”

“Yuria, wha-”

“You go around acting like you know exactly how I feel but you can’t even see the truth that’s right in front of you!” Yuria breathed in. She was sick of pretending, “I love you, Kumi.”

Kumi was taken aback by Yuria’s sudden confession and it showed on her face. Awkward silence enveloped the two girls.

Yuria stepped forward, grabbing Kumi’s hands with hers. She didn’t resist, “Kumi, please,” Yuria choked out, “Please tell me you love me too.”

“Y-Yuria,” Kumi looked up at Yuria, giving Yuria her answer.

“Please, Kumi. Don’t leave me alone.”

Kumi dropped Yuria’s hands and backed away, “I’m sorry, Yuria. I’m so sorry.”

Yuria silently watched as Kumi walked away. Away from her. Yuria buried her head in her hands, the quiet sobs wracking her body. She was alone with no one to wipe away her tears but herself.

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Ties [KumiYuri, Airi x Nakanishi x Yuria] 02/27]
Post by: noel nguyen on March 06, 2014, 03:05:45 PM

Home's fic is finish???

Can I trans this fic :)

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Ties [KumiYuri, Airi x Nakanishi x Yuria] 02/27]
Post by: Sasshii on March 07, 2014, 10:00:21 PM

Quote from: noel nguyen on March 06, 2014, 03:05:45 PM

Home's fic is finish???

Can I trans this fic :)

Yep! Home is finished, it was only a one shot. And sure thing, if you wouldn't mind to link it to me when you finish. Thanks!

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Strangers [YuiParu] 03/08]
Post by: Sasshii on March 08, 2014, 09:38:19 AM

Strangers [YuiParu]

Yokoyama Yui quickly scanned the shelves that were stocked with what seemed like an endless amount of bright, multicolored packages. She hummed a pop song she had heard on the radio quietly to herself and reached out grabbing one of the packages and dropping it into her shopping basket, mentally crossing 'chips' off the list.

Drinks were next up on her list. Yui exited the aisle and made her way towards the back of the store where the coolers that held the drinks were located. She did a once over on the selections that were presented neatly in front of her before reaching into the cooler and picking a large bottle filled with opaque liquid out and gently placing it in the basket. With the drink picked out she was done. Yui congratulated herself for another successful shopping trip and headed towards the cashiers to check out.

Luckily for Yui it was rather late into the night and thus the lines weren't as long as it would've been had she come to do her shopping earlier. She walked over towards the first open register she spotted and lifted her basket up to place it on the counter.

“Hello,” The cashier greeted plainly, not even bothering to crack a small smile at Yui. 

Yui greeted back with a smile, watching the lethargic girl pull the items out of the basket and lazily scan them before haphazardly placing them in a plastic bag.

“Are you new?” Yui asked curiously in an attempt to make conversation. She frequented this convenience store often as it was the closest to her apartment and she was quite surprised to find that instead of the large, burly man that worked the night shift she was greeted by this frail, quiet girl instead.

The girl simply nodded not even bothering to look up at Yui, “700 yen.”

Yui fumbled for her wallet, taken aback by how casually she was brushed off. Maybe the girl was having a bad day, Yui mused as she pulled out a 1,000 yen note and handing it over to the girl.

The cashier placed the money into the register and handed Yui back 2, 100 yen coins.

Yui stared at the coins in confusion and quickly did the math in her head to make sure she wasn't the one making the mistake. 1,000 minus 700 equaled 300 but instead of 300 yen she was staring at 200 yen, “Uh.”

The cashier stared at her, clueless, her hand with the coins still held out.

Yui closed her mouth and took the coins. If this girl was already having a bad day, Yui didn't want to make it worse by trying to correct her small mistake. It was only 100 yen after all, “Thank you.”

“Bye,” The girl waved unenthusiastically at Yui. Yui waved back, shooting one last look at the cashier before she stepped through the sliding doors.

______

The second time Yui encountered the salty cashier, as she had dubbed her, it was about 2am and she had just gotten off of work and stopped by the store to pick up a quick, late dinner, too lazy to cook something up herself. Yui set the premade bento on the counter and looked up, surprised to see the same cashier, she had thought she would've been fired by now.
“Hello,” The girl greeted, a smile still not found on her face.

Yui greeted in kind, squinting her eyes at the cashier's name tag. The handwriting was incredibly tiny and to make matters worse it was written in light pencil making it near impossible to read the letters.

“Are you okay?” The cashier voiced, staring at Yui as if she had grown a third eye.

Yui raised her eyes back up to the cashier's face, not realizing that she must have looked stupid and like a pervert staring in the general direction of the girl's chest, “O-oh, No, I wasn't- I was just-” Yui stumbled over her words, “Your name tag,” She finished dumbly.

The girl looked down at her name tag before looking back up at Yui, confused, “What's wrong with it?”

“Nothing! I was just trying to read it is all,” Yui didn't know why she wanted to know this cashier's name so badly. Perhaps it was because she wanted an actual name to put to the face, instead of having to constantly refer to her as the salty cashier in her mind.

The cashier made a face, “800 yen,” She said, as if Yui hadn't mentioned anything about names at all.

“It's supposed to be 900 yen isn't it?” Yui pointed at the bento that was clearly priced at 900.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, “I owe you 100 yen.”

Yui looked up from her wallet, surprised. She didn't think the cashier would've realized her mistake from a couple of days ago, “Thank you.”

The girl shrugged again and held the plastic bag out towards Yui who gratefully took it into her hands. “Shimazaki Haruka.”

Yui strained her ears trying to hear the girl, “Huh?”

“My name,” The girl focused her eyes towards the shelves instead of at Yui, “Shimazaki Haruka,” She repeated a bit louder.

“Shimazaki Haruka,” Yui repeated, letting the name roll of her tongue, “Yokoyama Yui,” Yui introduced herself holding her hand out towards Haruka.

The cashier stared down at Yui's hand before hesitantly reaching her hand out to grip Yui's.

“Nice to meet you, Shimazaki-san.”

______

After learning the cashier's name, Yui had found herself visiting the convenience store more and more often during the off hours of the night when Haruka usually worked. Yui wasn't exactly quite sure on why she wanted to see the girl so desperately. Rather Haruka piqued her interests quite a bit and Yui couldn't help but want to get to know the girl better. Perhaps they could even become friends.

Tonight was her fifth time in a row at the store and she was sure that Haruka was starting to mentally question why Yui was always there.

“I like convenience stores,” Yui blurted out before she could stop herself.

Haruka looked up from the register, confused at Yui's sudden words.

“I-I mean, that's why I'm here all the time, if that's what you were wondering...” Yui trailed off, appalled at how badly she was embarrassing herself.

Haruka simply nodded as she if she wasn't interested in Yui's random mumblings, “300 yen.”

Yui reached into her wallet and pulled out the coins, her face red, “D-Do you always work nights?” Yui paused, “I'm just curious!” She said louder than she had intended, realizing how creepy the question must have sounded.

“I have school in the mornings,” Haruka said. If she had thought Yui's probing was weird she didn't make it known on her face.

“Oh, so you're a student then?” Yui continued to ask, dropping the coins in Haruka's outstretched hand.

The cashier nodded again, depositing the coins in the register's drawer.

Yui eyed the cashier, she hadn't realized before how young she actually looked. She was probably in her late teens and suddenly Yui felt that much creepier.

“I'm going to be 20 soon.”

Yui looked at the cashier, bewildered. Was she reading her mind just now? Yui desperately tried to erase any thoughts she had about the girl just in case. One could never be too safe and Yui had read enough Sci-Fi novels in her teens to know it was always better to assume anything was possible.

“You looked like you were wondering,” Haruka said plainly, noticing the perplexed look on the other girl's face.

Yui breathed a sigh of relief at both the fact that Haruka wasn't a mind reader and that she wasn't as young as Yui had thought her to be.

“If all you wanted was to talk to me, you can just come in and talk to me,” Haruka started, pushing the plastic bag towards Yui, “Instead of wasting all your money buying things you don't need.”

Yui stopped and sputtered intelligibility, “Tha-That's not- I need these things,”  Yui peaked into the plastic bag, already forgetting what she paid for. A small package of gum sat at the bottom of the bag and Yui swallowed, “I'm addicted to gum. I only came because I needed gum.” Yui finished lamely.

Haruka hummed, “And yesterday when all you bought were mints?”

“I like to eat mints before I go to sleep,” Yui said matter of factly, making a mental note to buy items that made it look more like she wasn't just here to have an excuse to see the cashier.

Haruka let out a small laugh and Yui looked up at the cashier surprised, feeling her heart beat a bit faster at the sound. It was the first time Yui had seen the girl express an emotion besides absolute boredom.

“You should laugh more,” Yui said, a small smile playing on her lips, “It suits you.”

Haruka pushed the plastic bag towards Yui again, “Whatever,” She brushed the compliment off, her lips turning upwards.


The next time Yui saw Haruka again, it was a week after their previous encounter. Yui had suddenly found herself overwhelmed with the amount of work at her job and didn't have the energy to go anywhere else but her bed after she clocked out. When the workload had finally eased up and Yui regained her energy back she found herself in front of the continence store in the dead of the night.

Yui stepped in through the sliding door and wandered around the store mindlessly, not sure on what she wanted to purchase. Gum and mints were definitely a no go. She walked around the aisles until she found herself in the pet aisle and decided that she might as well pick something up for Bis. She scanned the shelves and picked up one of the random packages of cat snacks and made her way towards the registers.

As she neared the counter, Yui felt her chest tighten in excitement at the prospect of seeing Haruka again. A week without seeing the cashier had felt empty to Yui as if she had forgotten to put on one of her shoes or had left the house without properly combing her hair.

“Hello,” A bright, unfamiliar voice greeted Yui.

Yui turned her head up. The cashier that stood in front of her was not Haruka but instead a shorter and older woman who smiled unnaturally wide at Yui.

“Hello,” Yui greeted back, pushing aside her surprise and disappointment. Haruka must have had a day off today and Yui silently cursed her bad luck. She had really hoped to be able to see her today.

“500 yen, please.”

Yui fished in her pockets and pulled out a 1,000 yen note, placing it in the cashier's outstretched hand.

The cashier deposited the note in the register, “500 yen is your change,” The woman handed back Yui the correct amount of coins to which Yui lazily shoved them in her jacket pocket, taking the plastic bag in her hands, “Thank you, have a nice day!”

Yui walked back outside with a heavy sigh. She'd have to try her luck tomorrow instead.

“Disappointed?” A familiar voice pipped up from behind her.

Yui spun on her heel and spotted the girl that she was previously looking for loitering near the entrance of the store. 

“Shimazaki-san,” Yui greeted, a smile unconsciously making it's way to her face.

Haruka simply nodded in greeting.

“You aren't working today?” Yui questioned, stepping closer towards the cashier.

“They fired me,” Haruka said as if it was something she had already expected to happen.

Yui couldn't believe that it taken the manager nearly a month to actually find out that Haruka wasn't suitable for this kind of job at all.

“Oh,” Yui said lamely. She felt the disappointment rise in her chest, realizing that this meant she wouldn't be able to see the other girl again.

Haruka hummed and looked down at her fingers as Yui stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what to say.

“Aren't you going to ask for my number?” Haruka spoke up, breaking the silence.

“H-Huh?” Yui was taken aback by Haruka's sudden forwardness.

“You still want to see me, don't you?” The ex cashier asked, looking down at her hands again.

“Of course,” Yui replied quickly, “Only if you don't mind though, Shimazaki-san.” She added, not wanting to impose on the younger girl.

“I wouldn't ask if I minded.”

Haruka's lips turned upwards into a small smile for the second time since Yui had met the girl. Yui couldn't help but smile back, happy that she was able to elicit a reaction from the usually impassive girl.

Haruka pulled her mobile device out of her pocket and handed it to Yui, “You can call me Haruka, by the way.”

Yui took the device into her hands, “Haruka,” She tested, ecstatic at the closeness that it implied, “Call me Yui, then.” Yui tapped at the screen, imputing her contact information into the device before handing it back to Haruka.

“Yui,” Haruka echoed, mulling over whatever thoughts that were running through her head.

Yui had to stop herself from yelling out in excitement, as embarrassing as it was hearing the younger girl refer to her by name sent her heart upside down.

“Yui,” Haruka repeated. She pointed towards the bag in Yui's hand, “You have a cat?”

Yui looked down at the bag, completely forgetting about her purchase, “Yeah, his name's Bis.”

Haruka paused as if she contemplating something, “Can I meet him?”

“You- I – You can but, aren't you worried about coming to a stranger's apartment?” It wasn't that Haruka had anything to be afraid of but rather Yui found it odd for the girl to be so trusting of someone she had just met a month ago and hardly knew anything about. For all Haruka knew she might have been a serial killer, which she wasn't but Haruka didn't know that for certain.

“We're friend's aren't we?” Haruka eyed the older girl, shrugged her shoulders, “I trust you enough not to do anything weird.”

Friends? The words caused Yui to break out into a large smile. Yui nodded, “I suppose we are.”

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Strangers [YuiParu] 03/08]
Post by: recchuun on March 08, 2014, 11:57:33 PM

I'LL BE RIGHT BACK, I NEED TO GO SCREAM A LITTLE ABOUT THIS BEFORE BEING ABLE TO MAKE A COHERENT REPLY. YUIPARU. THE SALTINESS, IT WAS ALL SO PERFECT.

I'll be back (つД`)ノ

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Strangers [YuiParu] 03/08]
Post by: recchuun on March 09, 2014, 07:30:21 AM

I'm finally back, oh dear, it was so long too.

Well, basically, I read it twice (thrice, maybe four times) and I was completely taken away by how natural the dialogue and everything was. This was so sweet and adorable in every single way possible - Yui and her lame excuses with Haruka and her saltiness; it was all too perfect. (´,,・ω・,,｀) I really did love this a lot. I practically lost it at "I trust you enough not to do anything weird" and I have no idea why but I did.

(*´ω｀*) Thank you so much for this great oneshot ~ I really do appreciate it. I'm sorry this is so short, I don't know how to express my feelings any further without gushing endlessly.

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Silence [YokoYamamoto] 03/23]
Post by: Sasshii on March 24, 2014, 01:13:31 AM

Silence [YokoYamamoto]

Yokoyama Yui tapped her fingers on the windowsill, the sound echoing throughout the tiny room she had occupied. It was dark outside, the only source of light being the moon that hung up high in the night sky. Yui sighed and leaned back in her chair. It was quiet here. Quieter than Tokyo even at it’s slowest hours. She didn’t like it. She missed the constant loud sounds of the people and cars. She missed the artificial lights that illuminated the city. She missed Tokyo. She missed her.

“What’re you thinking about?” A voice whispered in her ear causing Yui to shiver slightly.

“Nothing in particular,” Yui smiled softly, feeling warm arms wrap themselves around her shoulders, “Why are you awake, Sayaka? You have class tomorrow right?”

Yamamoto Sayaka hummed, “Why are you awake, Yui?” She shot back.

“Can’t sleep,” Yui answered simply, leaning her head back against the chair and glancing up to look at the other girl.

Sayaka smiled down at Yui, raising a hand to push aside the bangs that sprawled onto the older girl’s face, “Should I read you a bedtime story?” She joked.

“That sounds good,” Yui chuckled and closed her eyes expectantly.

“As if,” Sayaka lightly flicked Yui’s cheek.

“Hey,” Yui opened her eyes and rubbed the spot where Sayaka had flicked her, “That’s not very nice.”

Sayaka rolled her eyes, “I’m not a very nice person.”

“I’m not either so I guess we make the perfect match.”

“That’s a lie,” Sayaka reached for the older girl’s hand that laid on top her lap, “For dealing with me, I have to say you’re probably the nicest person I know.”

Suddenly Yui felt a wave of guilt crash over her. Would Sayaka still think she was nice if she knew what- or rather who she was thinking of? Yui squeezed the hand in hers and for a split second she actually considered asking the younger girl that question but decided against it.

“I’m happy you came back,” Sayaka continued, shifting her body behind her so her head was resting on Yui’s shoulders, “I missed you while you were gone.”

Yui clenched her eyes shut. She knew this was wrong. To continue to lie to Sayaka. But she was a selfish person who was plagued with loneliness and Sayaka was the first one to open her arms for her. It didn’t surprise Yui in the slightest. She knew that Sayaka was still very much in love with her despite the fact that the older girl had previously trampled on her heart.

“Yui?” Sayaka called, her voice soft and filled with worry. It made Yui feel that much guiltier. She wondered how much longer her conscience would let her continue this farce.

“Sorry,” I’m sorry for using you. “I’ve missed you too,” Truthfully, she had been too busy in Tokyo fawning over Miyuki to even remember who Sayaka was let alone to miss her. The lie seemed to please Sayaka though and that’s what mattered.

Sayaka smiled widely and pressed a light kiss to Yui’s temple. Yui let out a breath and stood up from her seat, Sayaka’s arms falling back to her sides, “I’m going to bed.” She announced before walking towards the hallway.

Silence.

Yui turned around and noticed that Sayaka wasn’t following her, instead she continued to stand in her place, head turned towards the window, the moonlight falling on her face in a way that made Yui’s breath catch in her throat. Yui coughed into her hand, “Are you coming?”

Sayaka turned back towards Yui and nodded, walking towards the older girl and clasping her hand with her own.

Sayaka wasn’t Miyuki but that didn’t mean Yui couldn’t pretend.

______

“So when you gonna tell her?”

“Tell who what?” Yui raised an eyebrow in question at the girl that sat opposite of her.

“You know,”Kawaei Rina brought a cup of coffee to her lips before setting it back down on the table, “When are you going to tell Sayaka about Miyuki?”

“There’s nothing to tell. Miyuki is my past.” Yui brushed the question off.

“Oh you know except for the fact that you’re still in love with Miyuki. No big deal or anything.” Rina rolled her eyes.

“I’m not,” Yui said stiffly, “Where did you get this idea from?”

“I don’t have to get this idea from anywhere,” Rina crossed her arms over her chest and gave Yui a look, “Your reaction tells me more than I needed to know.”

“Listen, I’m not in love with Miyuki and even if I was I wouldn’t need to tell Sayaka anything. We’re only friends.”

Rina scoffed and took another sip of her coffee, “Bullshit. That’s not what Sayaka told me.”

“What did Sayaka tell you?”

“More than I needed to know. You would think you would at least have the decency to sleep with someone who wasn’t head over heels for you if you were only going to claim her as ‘just a friend.’”

Yui narrowed her eyes at the younger girl and questioned why she was even friends with this aggravating girl in the first place, “What I do in my spare time is my business.”

“Listen, as your bestest friend in the whole world, it is my obligation to help make you a morally sound person,” Rina paused, “And I think you should tell her.” She said a little quieter.

Yui sighed, “I know and I will…I just-”

“Want to be selfish for a little longer?” Rina finished, a knowing smile on her face, “Whatever, it’s your choice and it’s not as if I’m particularly close to Sayaka anyways.”

“Thanks Ricchan,” Yui had to admit that as much as the younger girl aggravated her she still had a microscopic soft spot for her.

“For what? All I did was yell at you.”


“For yelling at me,” Yui chuckled, “And for always being there for me when I need you the most.”

Rina made a face, “Gross. Don’t get all emotional on me, Yuihan. I don’t know how to react to this.” A small smile made it’s way to Rina’s lips, “You’re welcome though.”

Yui smiled back, a soft laugh slipping from her lips, “Now you’re the one being gross.” She reached over the table and gently tapped Rina’s head with her hand.

“Hey! What was that for? You’re the one who started this.” Rina sucked her teeth in feigned anger.

“You’re the one who started this entire conversation!” Yui pointed a finger at the younger girl.

“But you’re the one who invited me over!” Rina shot back.

Yui closed her mouth. She couldn’t argue against that. “Fine, you win.”

“Heh,” Rina had a smug look on her face, “I always win.”

Yui simply rolled her eyes and waved her hand, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

______

Yui laid sprawled out on her bed, the moonlight spilling in through the window that was left open. The sound of crickets chirping and the grass rustling in the wind made it’s way to her ears. It wasn’t the honking of cars or the shouts of people in the streets but it was noise and that was good enough for Yui.

Yui let out a small sigh and draped an arm over her eyes. It had been a month since she had moved back home and she still wasn’t used to the unnerving silence that came with living in the country. The silence was actually one of biggest reasons as to why she had moved out to the city in the first place. Yui loved the noise because it drowned out her thoughts while the silence allowed Yui to soak in all her thoughts. Yui preferred to not think.

Maybe that was why she was so smitten with Miyuki. It always seemed like there was never a silent moment with her. But being with Sayaka was the complete opposite. With Sayaka everything seemed to fall into place. There was no noise or chaos. Everything was perfect with Sayaka and that scared Yui to no end.

Sayaka stood for everything that Yui couldn’t stand. Silence and perfection. Sayaka did what she was told and would change herself in a heartbeat if it meant it could please Yui. But Miyuki on the other hand, it was the energy and unpredictability that had attracted Yui to her. A noisy city girl who wouldn’t conform herself for anyone. Yui had fallen for her as soon as she had laid eyes on her. Yui closed her eyes. She could still feel her lips on her skin, her warm breath on her neck, her fingers caressing every inch of her body.

Yui opened her eyes and turned on her side, glancing out the window. She loved Miyuki, “So why am I thinking about Sayaka?”

______

“You love her,” Rina said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, I love Miyuki.”

Rina raised an eyebrow, “I thought Miyuki was your past?”

“Look, that’s besides the point here!” Yui looked around frantically as if anyone could be watching or listening in to them, “I’m not supposed to feel this way about Sayaka.”

Rina simply shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t understand what the problem is. Miyuki is your past and Sayaka loves you back. Why don’t you just get with her.”

“Because! If Miyuki is my past than Sayaka is my ancient history.”

“I still don’t get it,” Rina rolled her eyes at how difficult Yui was being, “So you were faking your feelings before? Just continue on but with your real feelings.”

Yui sighed, “But what if my feelings change again? I don’t think I can hurt her a second time.”

Rina placed a heavy hand on Yui’s shoulder, “No matter what option you choose you’re going to hurt her. If you break whatever you have with her off now, you’ll hurt her. If you change your mind, you’ll hurt her. If you continue this facade, you’ll hurt her. Either way you’re screwed.”

Yui shot Rina a look, “Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

“Hey, you’re the one who made this mistake. I don’t think there’s anything to say to make you feel better about this.”

“Well maybe some words of encouragement would be nice,” Yui mumbled, mentally taking back the compliment that she had given Rina yesterday.

“Okay, that I can do!” Rina gave Yui a hard pat on the back, “You’re screwed no matter what you choose. But at least if you tell her how you feel and then change your mind you’ll feel slightly less shitty about it in the end because at least you tried.”

“Wow thanks. This makes me want to go out and confess to her as fast as I can.”

“No problem!” Rina looked satisfied with her advice, “But really, I think Sayaka is good for you. She helps calm out all the crazy you’ve got in your head,” Rina tapped the base of Yui’s head with her finger.

“You make me sound like I’m mentally unsound,” Yui scowled and gently slapped Rina’s hand away.

“Well…” Rina trailed off. Yui made a face and crossed her arms. “I’m kidding!” Rina let out a small laugh, “But you know what I mean. Sayaka might not be one of those wild girls that you seem to love so much but I think she’s the perfect match for you.”

Yui sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time, “Do you think I should tell her how I feel?”

Rina let out a loud sound of exasperation, “What have I been telling you this entire time?”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes! It’s a yes!” Rina threw her hands upwards, “Go confess your undying love for her. Go kiss her and do whatever it is you do.”

Yui broke out into a laugh and wrapped her arm around Rina’s shoulder, “Once again, Thanks Ricchan.”

Rina hummed and nodded her head, “I’ll take your ‘thank you’ without question this time. As my own personal gift to you.”

“Thank you for this wonderful gift that you have bestowed upon me oh great Rina,” Yui put a hand to her chest and bent forward slightly, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“You have the highest of my welcomes, my loyal servant.” Rina played along and deepened her voice causing the two of them to burst into laughter.

______

Yui shifted positions in her bed. Another sleepless night. She had been having those a lot lately. To be more accurate she had been having them since she moved back home. Yui glanced over at Sayaka who laid next to her soundly sleeping. She wished she could follow the younger girl’s example and sleep as well. However, she seemed to be caught in this constant state of unrest. Yui sighed and rested her head on her outstretched arm, if she squinted the stars kind of looked like the lights that illuminated Tokyo.

“Can’t sleep again?” The tired voice of Sayaka broke through the silence.

Yui simply nodded. She could feel the warmth of Sayaka engulf her as the younger girl moved closer.

“It’s because you’re always thinking. You should give your mind a rest.”

“I can’t help it. The silence makes me think.”

“Think about what?”

Yui stayed silent, letting the question saturate in her mind. The room was silent aside for the soft breaths of the girl behind her and the thumping in her ears, “I love you.”

Sayaka hummed as if she had expected it and moved to wrap her arms around the older girl’s waist, resting her forehead against her back, “I love you too.”

Yui closed her eyes, savoring the warmth that irradiated from Sayaka. Yui closed her eyes and let the silence lull her to sleep.

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Silence [YokoYamamoto] 03/23]
Post by: mashimaro on March 24, 2014, 07:50:34 AM

Hi,

I have actually read quite a few of your one-shots and I have been a silent reader for a while. I have to say you're one of my favorite writers. Your one-shots are simple and elegant. There are ones that are sweet and ones that are sad, but equally written beautifully. I really admire your work. This new one-shot is no different, it is very beautifully written. Thank you for writing such wonderful stories. I truly love your stories and writing. Please continue to write more. :)

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Silence [YokoYamamoto] 03/23]
Post by: kuro808 on March 24, 2014, 08:41:18 AM

The battle of who you should actually like but in the end, she had said what was in her heart despite what might actually happen later :nervous

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Strong [SudaYuri] 03/28]
Post by: Sasshii on March 28, 2014, 10:02:30 AM

@mashimaro - Thank you so much for your kind comment. It truly means a lot to me and I hope that you'll continue to enjoy my oneshots. Thank you for your support ouo

@kuro_808 - Yes exactly haha. In the end Sayanee realized it was better to take a risk and go for it and be happy in the present then to continue to hold onto the past and be afraid of taking a chance. Thank you for your comment ouo

Actually, this entire month, I've been struggling with my writing. In a way I've lost my motivation for writing. After writing Strangers I stopped writing for a couple of weeks and I was going to stop permanently. But a friend showed me one of her works and it inspired me to continue writing. I'm not sure what it is about her writing but I guess just the way it's written motivates me to try my hardest and write things that will hopefully move other people as well. And thus that was when I wrote Silence. So hopefully I'll continue to be back in full swing now. Thank you everyone for waiting orz.

Here's a very short OS that came to me suddenly. Rather it was a request for SudaYuri that I got and it sparked this idea. So far all of my oneshots have been AU as I find that a little bit easier to write in, but this time I decided to go for an OS that's not set in an AU. I've found it hard to put into words exactly my feelings about Yuria's transfer to AKB (Just a little background on myself, Yuria is my oshimen in SKE) After reading her interview on how she felt about it herself, I've been able to put my thoughts into words in the form of this fanfic haha. I'm happy that Yuria is getting this chance to shine and I look forward to seeing her lead Team 4 in the future. But enough about that on to the one OS. As always comments and constructive criticism is always encouraged (especially the latter, I'm always looking for ways to improve my flawed writing) Thank you ouo

Strong

“Kizaki Yuria. SKE48 transfer to AKB48. Team 4. Vice captain.”

A loud collective gasp erupted from the room in response to the voice that boomed out from the microphone. Suda Akari blinked in disbelief. This had to be some kind of joke right? Surely the announcer's hardened face would twist into a smile as she announced it was simply just a joke...right? Akari waited and waited, even after more announcements came, she waited. She watched as Yuria stood expressionless next to Minegishi Minami. In front of her she could hear Yuka quietly repeating “no,” as she tried her hardest not to cry. Akari waited even after the announcements finished. She waited but it never came.

“Yuria, congratulations! You're going to be great as vice-captain.”

Akari leaned against the wall, separate from the group of SKE members that had crowded around Yuria. Yuria was going to become an AKB member. She was going to leave them.

“Don't forget about SKE when you're gone, alright?”

Akari still couldn't believe that this was happening. Yuria was going to leave her.

“I could never forget about you guys. SKE is my home.”

Yuria's smile was bright and there were no signs of tears in her eyes. Akari clenched her jaw. How could she be happy at a time like this?

“No congratulations?” Yuria stood in front of her and the room fell into an eerie silence. She could see the SKE members shuffling awkwardly around the room, trying their hardest not to look over at them.

Akari turned her head away. Yuria was the last, and ironically, the first person that she wanted to talk to right now.

“Akari,” Yuria reached for Akari's hand but the older girl moved her hand away. Yuria let out a small breath of air, “It's not like I chose to get transferred.”

“Then don't go.”

“I can't not go.”

“Why?” Yuria didn't belong in AKB. She only belonged in one place and that was SKE with her.

Yuria sighed, “I have to go.”

“But why?” Akari's was strained. She didn't understand why Yuria had to leave. “Are you really that desperate to go?”

Yuria furrowed her eyebrows, “It's not like that,” She turned her head to look behind them. The room was now empty besides the two of them, “They made me vice captain. I can't say no. This is my responsibility. I have to go.” Yuria reached her hand out again. Akari didn't move this time. Yuria's hand was warm in hers.

Akari let out a breath, “If you leave I'll graduate.”

Yuria didn't even flinch, “Don't be stupid, Akari.”

“I mean it.” Akari loved SKE, there were no doubts about that. But a SKE without Yuria wouldn't feel right. She had already lost so many of her friends through the years. She didn't want to lose Yuria. They had been together since the beginning. She didn't want to lose her best friend

“And what is leaving SKE going to do? You're going to throw away your dream just for this? You graduating isn't going to change that I'm going,” The younger girl lifted her free hand up to Akari's cheek, brushing it gently with her thumb, “Please don't do that to yourself just because of me.”

“But-”

“Don't be so stubborn,” Yuria squeezed Akari's cheeks in between her fingers, “SKE needs you.”

“No,” Akari shook her head, “SKE needs you. I need you. Why can't you understand that? I thought you were going to lead SKE on your shoulders? Was that only a lie?” Akari closed her eyes, she could already feel the tears of frustration start to well up.

“I don't want to go,” Yuria's voice came out as barely above a whisper, “Do you really think I want to leave SKE? SKE is my family, of course I don't want to leave it. Ever since hearing the announcement I've felt nothing but frustration. I've been constantly thinking about what I should I do. Should I be selfish and refuse or bear the responsibility I've been given and go to AKB? I want to be selfish. I want to stay with the other members and with you and to have fun like we always have.” Akari opened her eyes. Her face was wet. Tears were dripping down Yuria's cheeks as she silently cried. Akari stared up at Yuria is disbelief. In all the years that she had known Yuria she had never seen her so weak. Akari's heart twisted in chest, she caused this. “Do you understand? I can't stay. I have to go and grow up. For the Team 4 that's counting on me and for myself.”

Akari shakily brought a hand up to Yuria's face, wiping away the fallen tears with her thumb, “I'm sorry . I'm sorry for not understanding your feelings.”

Yuria remained silent, bringing her arms around Akari's waist in a tight embrace, “I'm not leaving SKE and I'm not leaving you. SKE is a part of me and I'll always come back to it, no matter how far away I stray. And Akari...”

“And me?”

Yuria simply smiled, pressing her lips against Akari's in a soft kiss, “I love you of course.”

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Strong [SudaYuri] 03/28]
Post by: Shinoki on March 28, 2014, 02:16:45 PM

.......waaaaah....  :cry:
*punches management in the face instinctively*

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Strong [SudaYuri] 03/28]
Post by: kuro808 on March 28, 2014, 05:15:38 PM

The raw feeling of someone leaving and just holding on to what is really left with just the realization to let it escape before the end comes.

That was really good! :thumbsup

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Saving [RinoRie] 05/14]
Post by: Sasshii on May 15, 2014, 05:23:19 AM

Saving

Rie vividly remembers how it all started. An unhappy relationship and a bottle of vodka later, Rie was nothing less than a sobbing mess in Yui’s arms.

“It’s like she doesn’t understand my feelings at all,” Rie complained loudly, stretching herself out across Yui’s thighs, “It’s always business first for her and blah, blah, blah.”

Yui simply nodded to show that she was listening, “She’s trying her best though. It’s not easy for her either.”

“I know but-” Rie shifted so she was facing upwards, eyes meeting briefly with Yui’s, “Sometimes, I wish-” Rie paused as if debating something in her head.

“Sometimes you wish?” Yui probed curiously.

Rie let out a small puff of air, “Sometimes, I wish I fell in love with you instead.”

A soft chuckle left Yui’s lips, “No, that would’ve been very bad. Sasshi would kill me in my sleep.”

“I mean it though,” Rie lifted her body to an upright position and turned to face Yui, “You like me don’t you?”

The smile was instantly wiped of Yui’s face, “Rie don’t.”

“You do, don’t you?” Rie scooted closer, close enough that their thighs were touching.

“Rie stop,” Yui put a firm hand on the younger girl’s shoulder to prevent her from advancing any further, “You’re just drunk and over thinking things right now, okay?”

“I’m not drunk,” Rie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Right,” Yui said, relaxing a bit at the change of topic, “Says the girl who just spent the last two hours crying over being stood up.”

“I-I-”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Yui smiled up at Rie, “You love her a lot. It’s only normal for you to feel sad about it. And Sasshi loves you a lot too. She really is doing her best for you.”

Rie looked down at her lap, “I know she does. That idiot. She’s doing it all for me,” Rie lifted her head back up and extended her hand out, gently cupping Yui’s face, “And all I can think about is being selfish.”

Yui frowned, “Don’t.”

“I wasn’t crying because I don’t think Rino loves me. I know she does.”

“Rie,” Yui warned, “Don’t do this.”

“Please,” Rie leaned in closer, close enough that Yui could feel her warm breath against her face, “Yui,” Rie breathed, moving her hand down to rest in the curve of Yui’s neck.

“You’re going to regret this.”

“Then I’ll regret it later,” Rie pushed closer until Yui’s back was pressed up tightly against the arm of the couch, “Can I kiss you?” Not waiting for an answer Rie pressed her lips hard against Yui’s in a heated kiss that Yui equally returned.

______

Knock. Knock.

Rie cleared her throat, wringing her hands nervously. She didn’t know why she was so anxious. It was only Rino after all. The same old Rino that she had spent her whole childhood with. The same old Rino that had almost broken her arm while trying to ask her out – a memory that Rie would always fondly remember. The same old Rino who had-

“Rie?”

Rie turned around to see Rino standing on the walkway, a plastic bag in her hands, “Sorry, I didn’t know if now was a good time. I called you earlier but you didn’t answer…” Rie trailed off. It was only Rino, she repeated to herself over and over again, but it did nothing to stop the tension rising in her chest.

“No, it’s fine,” Rino walked past Rie, pulling her keys out and unlocking the door, pushing it open for Rie to step through, “Sorry I didn’t call you. It’s been hectic since-”

Rie furiously shook her head, “Of course, no, I understand. I totally understand.”

“Thanks,” Rino shut the door behind her and made her way towards the living room, throwing the bag onto the couch.

“How have you been?” Rie asked, slipping her shoes off and following Rino into the house.

“I’ve been doing my best without them.”

“I’m sorry,” Rie’s chest still felt tight. This felt wrong. Seeing Rino like this. “You must miss them a lot.”

“They left the company to me.”

“That’s a good thing isn’t it?” Rie smiled, “Congrats.”

“I don’t know,” Rino looked down at her hands, “I won’t have a lot of free time anymore and I’ll be constantly busy.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great though,” Rie wanted to step closer but her feet refused to move. Why did it feel like Rino was so far away from her?

“Rie,” Rino turned to face Rie, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” Looking closer Rie noticed the dark circles that ran under Rino’s eyes, most likely from days of not sleeping, “Maybe we should break up.”

“What? No. Why?” Rie lifted her head, her shocked eyes staring into Rino’s drained ones. She had expected Rino to mention something about their relationship but she hadn’t expected Rino to just give up like that.

“I think it’ll be better this way for you.”

“I don’t care,” Suddenly finding the strength, Rie stepped towards the younger girl until she was within arms reach of her. Why did this feel all wrong?

“Rie,” Rino let out a small sigh, “I’m not going to have as much time for you anymore. You’ll be happier this way.”

“I already am happy,” Rie extended her hand out towards Rino’s, squeezing it gently, “I’m happy with you.”

“Are you sure?” A look of unease crossed Rino’s face.

Rie nodded. She was happy. This was Rino after all. The Rino that she had known through her entire childhood. The Rino that she had fallen in love with years ago. “I’m sure,” Rie leaned up to press a light kiss to the corner of Rino’s mouth, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rino smiled, eyes lighting up again.

Cue the racing heart and the funny fuzzy feeling in her chest. Right?

She was happy, wasn’t she?

______

“Yui.”

“Yes?” Yui looked up from the paperwork that was scattered around her desk, “What’ can I do for you, Rino?”

Rino let out a small sigh, seating herself in the chair across from Yui, “How was she?”

Yui cleared her throat, suddenly feeling very awkward and very guilty, “Rie? She was fine.”

“Was she mad? She was probably mad wasn’t she? I knew I should’ve just said no to working overtime,” Rino groaned leaning forward and resting her head on Yui’s desk, “She didn’t get too drunk did she?” Her words were muffled but Yui understood them perfectly.

“She-” Yui paused, looking back down at the sheet of paper in front of her. She couldn’t even bear to look at Rino, “No, she was fine.”

Rino let out another sigh, lifting her head back up, “Sorry for always getting you involved in this, Yui.” Rino leaned back into the chair, lazily crossing one leg over the other, “You’re one of the only people that I can trust here,” She motioned a hand towards the cubicles filled with the company’s workers, “Everyone else here as an ulterior motive for being nice to me. So, uh, thanks.” Rino finished with a small smile, rising up back to her feet, “I’ll let you get back to work. Talk to you later, alright?”

“Sasshi?”

“Yeah?” Rino stopped and turned around to face Yui.

She gripped the pen in her hand tightly, “Rie’s lucky to have you,” Yui said after a pause.

“You really think so?” Rino asked, humming softly, “I think I’m the lucky one, but thanks.”

With those words Rino left the room, closing the door behind her. Rino was gone and Yui was left alone with her struggling conscience.

What was she even doing? She had to end this.

______

Rie looked down at her watch for the umpteenth time, a small frown present on her face. Fifteen minutes had passed since the designated time and Rino still hadn’t shown up. Rie wasn’t particularly surprised, Rino had always been bad with time. How she managed to make it on time to her meetings, Rie wasn’t exactly sure, but she was certain that some degree of witchcraft was involved.

Ten more minutes later, Rie shifted positions on the bench, opting to sit a little straighter.

Five more minutes later, Rie dug into her bag for her mobile device and frowned down at the home screen. No new messages. No missed calls. It wasn’t like Rino to not call or at least sent a text if she was going to be late.

Two more minutes later, Rie was starting to really worry. Did something to happen to Rino? Rie tried to block out the horrible thoughts that came to her mind and unlocked her phone. Her finger hovered over Rino’s name in her contact list before clicking the call button and bringing the phone to her ear. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Voice mail. Irritated and frustrated, Rie pressed the call button again and bringing it back to her ear. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Voice mail.

“Rie.”

Rie brought the phone down from her ear, “Oh, Yui.”

“Hi,” Yui smiled tentatively, giving the girl a small wave.

“Hi,” Rie greeted back, “What are you doing here?” She asked with a polite curiosity.

Yui coughed into her hand, “Rino sent me.”

“Is she okay? She didn’t answer any of my calls so I thought-” Rie trailed off before falling into silence.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Yui pointed towards the empty space next to Rie, silently asking for her approval. Rie nodded, “An unexpected meeting came up and she couldn’t get out of it, you know how it is. She tried to cancel it but they were adamant about seeing her,” Yui sat herself on the bench, a few comfortable inches away from Rie, “She said she’s sorry she couldn’t make it.”

“Ah,” Rie said after a short pause, “At least she’s okay. Thanks for coming all the way to tell me, Yui.”

Rie nodded curtly, “I think I’ll stay here for a bit though.”

Yui nodded, “Then do you mind if I stay too?”

Rie raised an eyebrow at Yui’s inquiry, “You don’t have to. I’m fine by myself.”

Yui chuckled, “I just want to enjoy the beautiful scenery and relax a little,” She leaned back into the bench and pushed her hands into her coat’s pockets, “Your girlfriend is a slave driver.”

“That’s surprising,” Rie smiled at the mention of Rino, “Does she complain a lot?”

“All the time,” Yui laughed, “That’s basically all she does, well-” Yui turned her gaze towards Rie, their eyes briefly meeting, “She talks about you a lot too. She’s always saying good things about you.”

“Does she really?” Rie looked at the older girl, mortification written all over her face, “That’s so embarrassing. I’m sorry you have to listen to that, you can just ignore her and eventually she’ll stop.”

“No, I like listening. I-” Yui cleared her throat and turned her eyes back towards the greenery in front of her, “I think it’s nice how much she cares about you.”

“She’s-” Rie paused, looking down at the phone that laid in her hands, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

______

“Rie?”

“Hm?” Rie hummed in response, eyes focused on the phone in her hands.

Yui didn’t say anything after that causing Rie to turn to look at the younger girl in question, “What is it?” Rie voiced, noticing that Yui was just silently staring at her.

“I love you.”

“Wh-What?” Rie sputtered. Of course she had known about Yui’s feelings for her, but to hear her say it was a different matter.

“I love you,” Yui repeated with a sheepish smile, “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to say it at least once.”

“Yui I-”

“Even if all I am to you is a way to get back Rino, I’m happy that I can at least be close to you,” Yui’s smile faltered at her words but she quickly composed herself.

Rie frowned, clicking her phone off and setting it on the nightstand, “You’re making me feel bad.”

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant by that.” Yui leaned forward, loosely wrapping an arm around Rie’s waist, “I’m trying to say you make me happy.”

Happy. Why did that word sound so foreign to Rie?

Rie turned to face Yui, “Now you’re making me feel even worse.”

Why did the words make her chest hurt?

Yui chuckled softly, “Sorry. I should just shut up, huh?”

“No,” Rie rested her head against Yui’s shoulder, “Tell me more about how much you love me.”

“We’ll be here forever then.” Yui raised a hand, lazily dragging it through Rie’s dark messy hair.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Rie sighed, wondering when her relationship with Rino became more of a burden, “Maybe I should tell her.”

Yui stopped her motions, “No.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her it was you. I don’t want you to get fired.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Yui’s voice was uncharacteristically hard and for a brief moment Rie questioned why Yui was so against this. This was what she wanted wasn’t it?

“I’m worried about you. I’m worried about Rino,” Yui separated herself from Rie, “Don’t tell her. Let’s just end this. I shouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place.”

Rie frowned, “Why? I thought you loved me?”

“I do,” There was no hesitation, Rie noted, “But you love Rino…and Rino loves you. A lot. Don’t sacrifice that just for me.”

“What if I told you that I loved you?” Rie asked quietly.

Yui sighed, moving to stand on her feet, “I would tell you to stop lying.”

“I’m not lying,” Rie also moved to stand up, gripping Yui’s hand tightly with hers, “You’re more than ‘just someone to get back at Rino’ to me.”

“I never should’ve said anything,” Yui shook her hand free from Yui’s grip, “I let my own feelings get in the way of my own morals. I’m sorry.”

“Yui.”

“It’s better this way,” Yui slipped her shoes on, “You’ll be happier this way.”

Happy.

Rie raised a trembling hand to wipe away at the tears that fell down her face.

She was happy, wasn’t she?

______

“She’s not going to come is she?” Rie muttered, clasping her hands tightly in her lap. Of course she wasn’t. She hasn’t come for weeks. Rie didn’t expect anything else.

“I’m sorry,” Yui placed a comforting hand on Rie’s shoulder, “She said-”

“Another business meeting right?” She hadn’t meant for it to sound so bitter but that’s how she felt right now. Bitter.

“Sorry,” Yui apologized again, voice gentler.

“Don’t apologize,” Rie placed her own hand on top of Yui’s. Warm. “Besides something good came out of this.”

“What?”

Rie lifted her chin and tilted her head back, her eyes meeting with Yui’s dark ones, “I got to meet you.”

“I’m glad I got to meet you too, Rie,” Yui smiled down at her in response and for a split second Rie had forgotten all about Rino.

______

“What’d you want to talk about, Rie?” Rino glanced down at her watch, gently tapping it with her finger, “I’ve got an important meeting in thirty minutes.”

“Sorry,” Rie closed the door gently behind her, stepping into Rino’s office, “It won’t take long. I-”

Rino stared up expectantly at Rie waiting for the older woman to continue, “You?”

“I-” Why was she so nervous? It was only Rino after all. The same Rino she hadn’t seen properly in months. The same Rino who looked so much older than she had last remembered her to be. The same Rino who she had fallen in love with so many years ago.

Rino moved her fingers to her desk, “Do you want to talk about this a different time?”

“No.” Rie didn’t even know when she would be able to see Rino again. If she hadn’t made the move to come see Rino today who knows when she would’ve seen her.  “You still love me right?”

“Of course,” Rino affirmed quickly, there was no hesitation in her voice. “I know we haven’t seen each other for months,” Two months and twelve days, Rie had counted. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to make time for you.” Rino stood up from desk, gathering a stack of papers into her hands.

“Rino,” Rie stepped forward, stopping Rino’s hands from moving, “Forget about the meeting.”

Rino shot Rie a look, brushing Rie’s hands off of her’s,  “You know I can’t do-”

“I’ve been sleeping with Yui,” She hadn’t meant to say it as harsh as it came out. Rather, she hadn’t meant to say it at all, but her anger had gotten the best of her. She just wanted Rino to pay attention to her.

Rino stopped, a faint hint of surprise in her eyes, “Rie.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

Rino cleared her throat, “I’m going to be late for my meeting.”

“Please, don’t go.” Rie gripped Rino’s sleeve tightly between her hands, “Don’t leave me.”

“Rie,” Rino dropped the papers back onto her desk and pulled the older woman towards her, wrapping her arms tightly against her waist, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you.”

Rie silently reciprocated the embrace. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? What Rino wanted.

“I love you, Rie. Don’t doubt that.”

What Yui wanted.

“I love you too, Rino.”

She was happy, wasn’t she?

Title: Re: Sasshii's OS Collection [Saving [RinoRie] 05/14]
Post by: kuro808 on May 15, 2014, 06:11:25 AM

Incredible OS

Yui knew inside that she couldn't let Rie walk into her arms but carefully get Sasshi back into the picture