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AKB48 Fanfics => AKB48 Fanfics => Topic started by: crazymumbling on December 06, 2013, 07:19:00 PM
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Note: This is my first time writing for Jurina and Rena. All mistakes are mine, and I apologize for them. :nervous
Title: Just missed my stop
Pairings: Wmatsui and Mariharu on later chapters
Word count: 3,457
Prologue
Rena has no idea how things had spiralled into this, clutching the leather straps of her bag more tightly in her hands, she took a deep breath, raised her eyes from the tiled floor, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and dared to clarify.
“Ano... sensei, did you just ask me to marry you?”
The man in front of her didn’t bother looking up and continued playing with his fingers, his forehead breaking out in sweat. He remained seated on the opposite side of the table as Rena sat on the other side, books and paper-works acting as a fortress between them. Rena opened her mouth to ask again when he suddenly grabbed at his tie and cleared his throat.
“Yes... Yes. I did.” He finally answered, his voice shaky in parts.
Rena immediately closed her mouth and looked away. She stared at the report on her lap that she was planning to turn in when sensei had just blurted out that he wanted her to marry him. The situation so drastically changed in a dime that it almost seemed surreal.
The thing is... they haven’t even dated.
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Rena hates crowded trains with a passion akin to a thousand burning suns... well not really, but she really does hate it. She hates the way that she constantly had to curl in on herself to stop her books from falling and being trampled on, the way that she can never get out without her clothes being wrinkled, the way that strangers can just breathe down her neck and press their bodies against her. What she hates the most though is that she can never get a seat.
The train passed a station and the great mass of standing people started to move as other passengers squeezed themselves through all the bodies to reach the automated doors, the woman beside Rena raised her hand to adjust her shoulder bag and in the process elbowed Rena sharply in the gut which caused her to lose her grip on her books and they started to slide down. She was already panicking when a hand reached out to push them back up again as Rena scrambled to hold them properly. Crisis averted, she immediately threw a glare at the culprit before bowing to thank the person who assisted her. When she raised her head, the girl was smiling back at her, waving a hand to tell her it was nothing before placing it back to the straps of her backpack. Rena noted the sailor uniform and instinctively looked around- these high school students always moved in packs- to be surprised that the nearest group of similarly clad girls were all the way in the front of the cabin.
“Shall I hold some of those for you?” She looked back at the sound of the girl’s good natured question, noting the confused frown on the younger girl’s forehead. Rena immediately blushed, the girl must have found her actions weird.
“That’s very... nice of you, but it’s ok.” She answered, tightening her hold on the books.
The girl pursed her lips, scratching at her cheek as she stared at Rena, “Please, just let me, carrying that much can’t be easy.” The girl smiled and raised her right hand slightly, “I promise I won’t steal them.”
The girl looked so eager, grinning from ear to ear with her hands outstretched playfully, that it almost felt like Rena was the one doing her a favour. She figured that it was fine, the girl was the one insisting anyway.
She sighed dramatically and handed her two of the lightest books, which the girl immediately took a hold of. “I guess it’s fine but only because you promised not to steal it.” She said mock sternly then smiled back at the girl, “Thank you...”
“You’re welcome.” The girl looked down at the books in her hand, “... Matsui Rena-san.”
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Sensei finally looked up at her with pleading eyes and Rena swallowed her rejection, as she nervously played with her necklace.
“I heard that your older sister is sick.”
Rena froze, holding unto the pendant of her necklace that the little anchor was digging into her palms. Airin... He was going to use Airin as a bargaining chip.
It wasn’t like Rena could answer anything else after that.
“I’ll marry you, Matsui-sensei.”
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Chapter One
Airin’s laughter woke Rena up to the sunrise clearly visible on her sister’s hospital window, throwing the room momentarily in shades of orange and black. That Airin looked vibrant, was the first thing she thought of, as her sister continued laughing at the movie that was playing on the screen of the hoisted up television. She looked... full of life. At that moment, while the whole of Sakae was probably asleep and lethargic, Airin was alive.
It was silly but she almost wanted to cry.
These four walls were all Airin had known, she would have had a lot of great friends, she could have watched this exact movie with them. Airin was so full of life and had so much to offer, Rena shouldn’t be the only one who knows of it. Isn’t that just unfair?
She reaches out to tuck a strand of unruly hair behind her sister’s ear and Airin turns shining eyes full of mirth at her. “Hey, Rena. Did I wake you? You shouldn’t be sleeping like that you know.”
Rena just stuck out her tongue and proceeded to stretch her aching back, the metal chair she was on scooted back a little with the action creating a sound that made them both cringe.
Airin glared and Rena laughed back.
Her sister was just about to return to the movie when she asked monotonously, “Ne... what do you think of marriage?” Airin turns to her again cocking her head a little to the side, her eyes losing focus as she thought about it.
“I don’t really have an opinion in particular...” Airin narrows her eyes “...just that my little sister is too young to be thinking of it.”
“Well, I really can’t help it. With a face like this, I’m just reeling them in, you know.”
Airin nods furiously at that and Rena loses the teasing grin as warmth crept up her neck. “My imouto is definitely the prettiest.” Her sister declares, raising both her hands to do a double thumbs-up, Rena swats at her arm.
“Stop it, nee-san. You’re really embarrassing sometimes.”
Airin laughs at her, reaching out to pinch her cheek. She speaks through her sister tugging at her. “But don’t you think... I mean... if it seems practical... you know. If the husband-to-be is financially sound, it wouldn’t be such a bad decision, right, nee-san?”
Her sister stops pinching her, the bright smile on her face disappearing. She scowls at Rena for a long moment as her little sister squirms at her seat. She hated disappointing Airin, it was just the two of them now, and there’s no approval she craves more than that of her sister.
“If you want to marry now, right at this very moment, I’d let you, Rena. With a smile, I’d let you. But only if you said that you can’t live another day without the one you love. Do you hear that? I said love. It doesn’t matter if you waited ten years to get married as long as the only reason you can think of is ‘financially sound’, then no time is long enough. You’re marrying a person, not a bank account, Rena!”
The overwhelming urge to lash out at Airin surprises Rena and she scoots back further into her chair and clenches her fists roughly, digging her nails into her palms to ground herself. It was true that Airin didn’t know how hard Rena worked to make ends meet. It was true that she didn’t know how many part time jobs Rena had... but it wasn’t her sister’s fault. If Airin could, she’d be the one working twice as hard for Rena.
“You’re right nee-san. Don’t worry, when that time comes, I’ll present you a man that I couldn’t possible live without... no matter how corny that sounds.”
Airin smiles at her again and pats her lap. “Of course you will, Rena. I know you will.”
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The train was heavily crowded again and all Rena could do was sigh as she surveyed the packed cabin, reaching out for one of the handle bars to settle in for a tiring ride. The loud chatter of a group of high school students up front was starting to get to her and she desperately rooted through her bag for her ipod to drown them out, when a hand suddenly grabbed her own. She looked up, one of the earphones already in her ear, to see the girl from her last ride looking over her shoulder at her, grinning. She pulled her forward hurriedly, then turned around to push on her shoulders. The next thing Rena knew, she was finally seated.
So this is how it feels.
“Rena-chan, you’re always so pre-occupied. This is why you never get to seat.”
“Rena...chan?” she voices out, almost subconsciously as she looks up at the girl currently smiling down at her, slightly swaying from the movement of the train. Now that she gets a good look at her, she looks quite imposing for a high school kid, her eyes holding such intense vibrancy that it’s hard to look at, but also hard to look away. She just looks so self-assured that Rena feels hesitant before her unwavering smile. The girl looked so eager and good-natured but Rena could never shake the feeling of being shy in the face of such confidence. Even the black sailor uniform she was wearing adds to the constant determination shining in her eyes.
“Shouldn’t I call you that? You could call me Jurina-chan, if you want. Or you know, just Jurina. Oh... that’s my name by the way...” the girl’s smile immediately changes to a sheepish one as she once again scratches at her cheek, “... Matsui Jurina.”
Rena processes the torrent of words, blinking back as the girl continued... she didn’t look so self-assured now.
“I... don’t you not remember me. I guess you wouldn’t huh?” at this, the girl steps back and looks to the side, Rena follows her gaze to the now-quiet high school students who were staring back at them, the girl sighs and made a slight bow. “Gomen ne, I’ll leave you alone now.” She says, dejectedly letting go of the handle bar she was holding on and trying to squeeze through two office ladies who immediately looked away from the two of them, they were definitely eavesdropping.
The high school students up front started to make noises again, all of them making gestures for the other girl—Jurina—to go back to Rena, one of them even said out loud, “What is wrong with you? Go back, go back.”
Rena tried to reach for the girl but Jurina finally succeeded in squeezing herself through the two ladies and immediately proceeded to hurriedly walk away, she almost tripped in her haste to get away from Rena, and Rena’s “Matsui-san” was left in the stale air inside the cabin as Jurina finally arrives to her group of friends, too far to hear Rena’s wavering voice.
Rena watches as one of her friends pushes her playfully, as the others all stepped closer, their indecipherable mutterings starting up again.
Rena sighs deeply, leaning her head against the glass pane behind her, everyone seems to be moving at a pace far faster than the one she was moving in and she was always a little bit slower to answer, always a little bit lost.
“You should have been a little bit sensitive, you know.” A disappointed voice says and Rena rights her head to glare at one of the office ladies. The girl just flips her black hair back, fixing her fringe absentmindedly as she continues to lecture Rena.
“The girl even found a seat for you, if you didn’t remember her, you should have at least pretended.”
Rena eyes the name tag clipped on the girl’s gray uniform, as the other office lady decided to also butt in. “Kids these days are equal parts outgoing and sensitive, huh?”
“I know this may sound rude... but please stay out of it, Sasshihara-san, Minegishi-san.” She answers pointedly, jamming the dangling earphone in her other ear just slow enough to hear the office ladies teasingly say, “Oh don’t be like that, Rena-chan.”
Apparently, everybody wants to be close to her.
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Yuki was staring at her weirdly when Matsui-sensei’s class ended, and Rena really can’t blame her as she had almost slid off her chair in her desperation to not make eye contact with Matsui-sensei. Her friend continuously tapped her fingers on her table as Rena finally pulls herself to seat properly.
“What is happening, Rena?” Yuki says suspiciously and Rena pretends to laugh before grabbing Yuki’s hand and pulling at her to move closer, the screeching noise from Yuki’s chair was the only sound in the room since all her classmates had gone out to lunch. Nevertheless, Rena peers around her friend to check for any bystander, returning to clasping Yuki’s hand when she sees no one.
“Yuki... I have a big problem.” She says, and Yuki nods a little, pursing her lips and moving a little bit closer.
“What is it? You can tell me, Rena.”
“Don’t say anything, okay... I mean you could, just don’t freak out.”
Yuki nods once, staring at Rena expectantly as she gathers her courage. “Matsui-sensei... just asked me to marry him.”
Yuki bursts into laughter, struggling out of Rena’s grip as she doubles over, now clutching at her stomach. “You...you got me...” another bout of laughter escapes her and Rena had the overwhelming urge to push her so that she falls to the floor.
“What the heck, Rena... that was so random...” she continued, now trying to breath through her uncontrollable laughter.
Rena clears her throat and deadpans, “At least I made you happy.”
Yuki immediately stops laughing and looks at her with widened eyes, “You—you can’t be serious, can you?”
“Apparently I can be.”
“But... but... when did you two start dating? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Rena sighs and narrows her eyes at her friend who raised both her hands, “Sorry sorry, not the point I know, but when did you start dating?”
“That’s the point we didn’t. Sensei just sprang it at me when I came to pass my project.”
Yuki’s tapping severely increased and Rena found herself counting it as her friend sorts through her news quietly, “Why did he want to marry you?”
“Apparently... I look like his first love. He never got to be with her since he was younger than her and she married early, long before he made a name for himself.”
Yuki shoots back, a hand covering her lips, “Ehhh... isn’t that a bit creepy?”
Rena nods absentmindedly; she did find it a lot creepy and wanted to run out of the room when sensei admitted it. “I thought so too. I mean, I still think so... but... Yuki...” she leaned closer and Yuki did the same, they both looked around conspiratorially, “Airin-nee needs constant medical attention and I’m at my limit. I’ve already said yes.”
Yuki blinks back at her, her mouth opening and closing and Rena bumps their shoulders to wake her from her daze. Yuki immediately slaps her so hard, Rena could only look back in shock as her eyes grew misty with tears.
“Yuki!”
“What is wrong with you, Rena? That wasn’t the answer I was expecting you to give, not in a million years. You should have laughed yourself out of that room, not say yes, you idiot! This isn’t some summer class, Rena. You’re going to be his wife for life.”
Rena reigned herself from slapping her back and just hisses her answer heatedly, “Do you think I don’t know that. I always have a plan, Yuki. You know that. I didn’t plan on marrying so early... but isn’t this a chance? I’ve always had Airin as my priority, wouldn’t this be best for her?” Rena asks, she could almost cringe from the way the anger bled out of her voice to give way to the desperation she felt. She needed Yuki to be on her side.
“What about falling in love, Rena?” Yuki asks and Rena could almost roll her eyes, not her too.
“When have I ever fallen in love, Yuki? I’ve never thought about it. And anyway, what makes you think I won’t love sensei.”
Yuki sighs, clutches Rena’s hands tightly and pulls her into an embrace. “You know why I don’t think you’ll love him...” her friend begins in a despondent manner, “... You won’t because he doesn’t. He’s not in love with you, he’ll never fall in love with you... He’ll see her instead of you, and for your sake Rena, if you do marry him...I hope you won’t come to love him. That’s just cruel.”
Rena closes her eyes as Yuki lets her go. “I really need to, Yuki.... I really need to.”
She hears Yuki sigh heavily and she opens her eyes to see her friend getting up from her seat. “I know you do, Rena. I just wish your ‘chance’ wasn’t something like this. Come on... I’ll treat you to lunch.”
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The group of high school students were for once clustered near her.
Rena closes her eyes for a moment and leans her forehead on the metal pole she was holding unto as she notices one of them glace at her for the hundredth time. They’ve been doing that for most of the silent ride—like the dark set skies visible through the blurred windows, almost all of the passengers looked tired and gloomy, preferring to nod off to sleep or to silently contemplate the world through the rain-streaked windows of the train than to regale each other with the current highlights of their day.
The only one who didn’t look at her—who was visibly ignoring her—was Matsui Jurina. Their eyes met once, earlier , the other girl surreptitiously taking a peek at her while she adjusted her bag, however before Rena could offer her a smile, Jurina had already turned away scratching at her cheek, her ears visibly red.
Rena blinks when she notices that she had been staring at the other Matsui for quite some time—that was probably partly why the other girls kept glancing her way. She shakes her head to ward of the drowsiness she was feeling, her stop was close and she had work. This was no time to think up apologies to a high school kid, especially when she really hadn’t done anything wrong.
She hears Jurina say heatedly, “stop looking at her”; as she opens her leather bag to search for her umbrella.
This must be her lucky day.... It wasn’t there.
Rena yanks the zipper down fully and started to rummage in earnest, but there was no sign of her yellow foldable umbrella. She even found the burger wrapper that she had placed there yesterday but not her freaking umbrella!
The curse word left her mouth before she could reign it in and all Rena could do in the aftermath was to continuously bow to the old man seated in front of her in apology and to look out the window afterwards, desperately hoping that the rain stops.
She reached her station but the rain did not stop.
Time to face the music. Rena moves with the departing crowd, going with the flow and waiting to be ejected out of the train like vomit from a person who just had so much to drink.
Really, she has no reason to make the comparison prettier; her day had been shitty so far.
She barely kept her balance as she stepped out of the train, the other passengers all hurrying around her and not caring whether they shove her down the filthy floor. Umbrellas were already opening left and right, as she descends down the stairs. The ground beneath the stairs was no longer covered and Rena could see the splashes the hurrying pairs of feet make. She was definitely going to get sick.
When she walks out however, expecting the sudden downpour, she was surprised to find that there was none. She was even more surprised with the green umbrella over her head, and the person suddenly huddling close to her.
Matsui Jurina bows down in greeting and Rena just stares at her.
[TBC]
Thank you for reading. :grin:
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NEXT CHAPTER !!!! :bow:
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Its because of "slight MariHaru later" that makes me want to read it...XD...can't wait for it...
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This is greeat! :D
I got a feeling that Matsui-sensei and Jurina is related... :?
Can't wait for updates :roll:
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I'm kinda confused about Matsui-sensei and Jurina. Matsui-sensei seem to be a man, J's dad or is it J herself?
Is this a two timelines fic?
Cuz I feel like reading Rena's Pov in her school days and her current life.
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Sherin: Thank you for reading. :) Sorry for the confusion. The sensei is Jurina's dad. So you know, drama.
embee: Thanks for reading! Yup, you're right the sensei is Jurina's father.
yanouchi: I ship Mariharu with a passion! I like Kojiyuu too but Mariharu... :twothumbs
olive29: Thank you for reading! :) Bows back :bow:
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Word Count: 1888
Chapter II
The man next to her almost slipped in the puddle that was forming between a crack in the paved walkway, and Rena moved out of the shade of the umbrella instinctively to steady him but before her hand could grasp unto his coat, he barely saved himself by grasping on one of the light posts lining the walkway.
He bowed in thanks at her and then hurried away probably from embarrassment.
Jurina pulled her back, handing her a handkerchief without saying a word.
Actually, she hadn’t said a word the whole way, apart from answering Rena’s “thank you” with a curt “you’re welcome.” She was trying to though, she would open her mouth as if to speak then close it abruptly and blush immensely. It was cute, Rena had to admit, but it was frustrating too. She was no longer a teenager who could stand this kind of things.
“Mat—Jurina-san?” she starts, brushing away the wet strands of her fringe away from her eyes.
The other girl turns to her immediately, as if surprised that she was breaking their vow of silence. “Ano... do you live near here? Because it’s getting late and your parents may get worried.”
The other girl scratches her cheek and Rena finds it weird that she already knows this habit. They’ve only talked all of two times.
“My sister lives in an apartment near here. I’ll just go there after Re—Matsui-san gets home... I mean, I don’t have to take you home or anything if you don’t want me to...”
It was definitely a crush.
This was going to be a headache.
“It’s like a completely different person...” Rena muses, tapping her lips and raising her eyebrows teasingly. If she treats her like a kohai then maybe she’d get the idea and they could just be friends. Rena would like to be her friend. Jurina seems to be a genuinely nice and thoughtful person and it would be kind of nice to have somebody in the train she could talk to instead of staring blankly out the window.
Jurina turns to her, her brows crinkling together in confusion. “Huh?” she asks, leaning closer to Rena. She really does not look her age, Rena thinks for a moment, this is dangerous I can’t be finding a kid attractive...
“Jurina-san was so confident and cheerful when I first met her but suddenly, she won’t even talk and can’t meet my eyes.” Rena grins at the other girl who immediately looked her in the eye as if proving something. “Your shyness is kawaii” she adds.
Jurina visibly puffs out her chest, and raises her chin. Rena could see her grip on the umbrella’s handle tighten. “I’m not shy!” the other girl protests and Rena had to hide her grin as she says back, “eh... but the way Jurina-san has been acting....”
The other girl was about to protest again indignantly when Rena couldn’t help it anymore and had to let out her laughter. Jurina’s indignation immediately disappears from her face and she slumps dejectedly. “You’re treating me like a kid.”
“Gomen. It wasn’t my intention.” Rena immediately says, she didn’t think she’d get offended so quickly.
The other girl abruptly stops, reaching out a hand to stop Rena as well. And when Rena faces her, Jurina had this look in her eyes that reminded her of Kira Yamamoto in his Gundam staring out at countless Zakus[1]. The sudden conviction in her eyes cannot be clearer if it was daylight. “It is. I can see it is... you know... you know what this is Matsui... no—Rena-san. Thank you for trying to let me down easy.”
Jurina looks away for a moment and Rena wishes that that was it. This didn’t have to get more complicated than this.
“Daisuki.” Jurina says firmly and Rena’s mouth opens a little in disbelief at the guts of this kid. “I know you’re thinking I’m too young, that’s why even if you know what I feel you can’t take it seriously. I understand that. But, I’m not the type to just go down without trying. So, I’m sorry Rena-san, but I can’t take your way out so easily... I’ll just come out and say it—Daisuki.”
Rena blinks back at her for awhile, “You don’t even know me...” she manages to say.
“That’s not true.”Jurina dismisses decisively. “I know that Rena-san works hard and is determined, even if she had to stand in the train she usually opens her book to study when she’s not carrying too much. I know that Rena-san is kind, on the one and probably only time that Rena-san got a seat, she gave it up to a mother and her little daughter and even gave her phone’s charm when the kid liked it. I know that Rena-san is probably a little wimpy...” at this Jurina gave her a crooked smirk, “on the times that I see her out of the train’s window running to try to catch it before it leaves the platform, she never, not even once, ever came close to reaching it... I know that I like you, I know that very well.”
Jurina stares at her expectantly after her barrage of words and... really, she can’t be expecting her to say something tangible to that... this things only happen in movies and only when the protagonists had already spent most of the movie time together.
“I—I don’t know... what to say.”
“I understand. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, I don’t expect anything only that you don’t treat me as a kid and my feelings as a joke.”
Rena nods hesitantly, “I’m sorry... I’ll remember that.” She says and she and Jurina stare at each other for some moments before the younger girl smiles sheepishly and motions for them to continue walking.
Rena could feel the awkwardness suffocating her as they continued down the rain soaked path, splashes of people’s feet and the constant ‘tip tapping’ of the heavy rain the only things cutting through their enforced silence. She was trying to read the lighted signboard of a store across the street when Jurina cleared her throat and captured her attention again.
“Rena-san?”
“Hai?”
Jurina smiles at her, “I forgot to mention that I know you like melon pan too...” her smile turns into a grin, “but you really shouldn’t be smuggling it inside the train... not to mention drooling openly at it.”
All Rena could do in reply was blush madly and swat at the currently laughing girl’s arm.
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Jurina was telling a funny story about her sister pranking her boyfriend on their anniversary when Rena begins to notice that this was her street and that her apartment building was close ahead. She hated to stop the other girl since her sister’s antics were really funny and the way the girl was telling it so animatedly was amusing Rena to no end, however, they can’t keep walking the street forever and Jurina has to go home since it was really getting late and Rena has to take her night shift at the convenience store.
“Jurina-san. This is my apartment.” She says, extending both arms and making a ‘ta dah’ gesture before she could think better of it. The younger girl just laughed at her, then stared at her weirdly.
“Eh? This is Mari-chan’s place too?”
“Mari-chan?” Rena asked, as they approached the double doors.
“That’s my sister... she lives here too. She just moved a week ago.”
“Eh? So you’re staying here. That’s good, I was already getting worried that you had to walk alone.”
Jurina grins at her, “I’m so happy that Rena-san’s so attached to me already.”
Rena blushes at that and turned to look away as they entered the building’s lobby, opening her bag and searching for her key.
“Eh? Uso!”
Rena turns back to Jurina at the girl’s sudden outburst to see her running towards a ponytailed girl in a red cocktail dress who had just stepped out of the elevator. It was Kojima Haruna-san, the girl living next door from her.
“Nyaro?” The other girl looks up at that and stares dumbfounded at Jurina.
“Jurina-chan? What are you doing here?”
Jurina didn’t answer her though just literally leaped at her with open arms, capturing Kojima-san in a bear hug. “I missed you so much, Nyaro. If you’re going to hide from Mari-chan, please don’t hide from me as well.” The girl says and Rena wanted to interrupt them just to ask Jurina how the heck will she treat her as anything but a kid when she’s practically wagging a tail in childish delight at Kojima-san.
“Gomen ne, Jurina-chan. Did you come to visit me? How did you know I moved here?” Kojima-san asked, brows furrowed and obviously thoroughly confused.
Jurina squeezes her one last time before letting go, “No, I’m visting Mari-chan. She moved here last Monday.”
From Rena’s vantage point by the counter, she could see Kojima-san’s confusion disappear and anger replace it. “Mari-chan? Mari-chan moved here?”
Jurina grins widely at her, “Yep, she must have missed you too.”
Kojima-san was just going to open her mouth to say something when the elevator opened again and Jurina called “Nee-chan” to the girl who stepped out of it, however before Rena could take a good look at her, Kojima-san had already blocked her view as she walked... no, stomped... towards the girl.
“Ha—Haruna.”
“What is your problem, Mariko? Stop doing this. I said I didn’t want to be roommates anymore, didn’t I? You never listen to me.”
“I never listen to you?” Jurina’s sister said, scoffing a little after, side-stepping Kojima-san and continuing towards her sister. She looked to be controlling her anger, running her hand through her short hair in apparent exasperation. “I’ll tell you my problem Haruna. My problem is that you’re the one who didn’t listen to me. Just packed your bags and left without a word, and that would have been fine...” once she reaches Jurina, she extends a hand to ruffle her hair, before facing Kojima-san who had followed her.
“It would have been fine... but you just disappeared, Haruna. I call you and you don’t answer, I go to one of your runway shows and you escape into thin air before I could talk to you. You said you don’t want to be roommates anymore, you never said anything about not being friends. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”
The anger on Kojima-san’s face just disappeared at that and she suddenly looked lost and cornered as she says, “You didn’t do anything Mari-chan... it’s just... I don’t want to cause trouble for you anymore.”
Jurina’sister, Mariko-san, sighs heavily at that, still exasperated but no longer mad. “How many times do I have to tell you that if it’s you... It’s not trouble. If it’s for you, it doesn’t matter. You’re my best friend, Nyaro. I like taking care of you.”
Kojima-san closes her eyes for a moment, as if grounding herself, then she opens them and she no longer looked lost. “Move out, Mari-chan. You can’t keep doing this. I’ll take care of myself... You have to take care of your relationship with Sato-san and you can’t do that if you’re continuously fussing over me. I’ll take my leave now.”
[TBC]
[1] This is a character from the anime Gundam seed, all rights are to Sunshine animation.
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I want to read next please. :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow: :bow:
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Mariko-sama with Sato-san? As in... SATO? :lol:
Can't wait for their scene...
That's sweet of Mariko to take care of Haruna...
JuriRena interactions were GOOD! But I just can't with Jurina's dad and Rena... just kill me!
Keep it up! : :thumbsup
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Oh I'm guessing R is in Uni then.
I thought it was two timelines where one she was still in Highschool and the other, her current working life.
Now I get it.
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EHHH???!!!
Matsui-sensei is Ju's father???
The age gap is so.... DAMN HIGH !!!
Drama...
Update soon,please...
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if it’s you... It’s not trouble. If it’s for you, it doesn’t matter.
I love when she said that to Haruna...aaahh i hope theres more MariHaru later on...
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I've been reading this forum as silent reader for quite a while. I've read many amazing fanfics here, but none had me literally fangirling like yours before. I even registered just to leave a comment. Please keep the good work <3
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Nice fanfic :cathappy: will try to patiently wait for the next update :)
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atsuminaftw: Thank you for reading, I'll try to update as regularly as I can.
mashioou: Thank you very much for the kind words. I'm happy you're enjoying this and I hope you like this chapter as well.
yanouchi: Go mariharu! Thank you for reading, and if by any chance you own the mariharu tumblr account, I really found your fanfic list very helpful when I was looking for mariharu fics. Thank you.
olive29: Thank you for reading. Yes, their situation will really get messy, real fast.
Sherin: Yup, Rena is in uni :). Thank you for reading.
embee: Do you mean Sata-san of akbingo? Because when I read your comment I thought of him and Mariko and hahaha... that is awesome! I remember that in a shoujiki shogi game Jurina mentioned that Sata liked Mariko. Thank you for reading.
Zita: Your wish is my command? :P Thank you for reading.
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Chapter 3 Part 1 of 2
The haggard looking man decked out in a wrinkled suit and drowning in a pile of law books let out a string of curse words when he overturned the cup noodle that he was eating right into his pants. Rena sprung into immediate action, stooping down below the register to yank the cabinet’s doors open to take out a couple of packed tissues, handing them over to the man who had already moved on to checking if any of his notes got stained. He looked so stressed out that Rena wanted to pat him in the back.
“Thank you.” The law student said, tearing the plastic wrapper and stooping down to wipe the mess on the floor with the tissues. Rena stops him hurriedly.
“No—I’ll get a mop, please use it... on yourself, sir.”
The student nodded at her dazedly, sitting again on the metal chair and inspecting his books. Rena was just excusing herself to retrieve the mop from the storage when the bell above the convenience store’s door chimed signalling customers.
“Welcome.” She parrots the usual greeting and rushes to the storage. When she came back the law student was now staring far off into space, completely forgetting his enormous workload, he continued to ignore her as she cleaned up the mess he made.
“ Nande? Nande, Nee-chan?”
She looked up so fast, she got a little dizzy.
It seems that her day with Jurina had not come to an end.
The girl was with her sister, both of them wearing the same panda sweater, the hood of which had ears. Jurina was wearing hers over her head and Rena can’t deny that she found her seriously adorable.
Adorable, like a child. Definitely.
Her sister, Mariko-san—as she introduced herself to Rena earlier, was hunched over the freezer rooting through the ice cream containers and was probably the reason that the student beside her was staring, love struck. She retrieves a container and waves it in front of her sister who immediately made a cross with her arms.
“Just decide already, Jurina.” She says, faking exasperation as she rooted around again.
“Answer me first. What did you do to Nyaro this time?”
“Why do you assume it’s my fault? Why can’t it be Nyaro’s?” Mariko-san says, her voice slightly hollowed as she dove further into the freezer.
“Double Dutch.” Jurina informs, pointing for a moment before continuing, “Let’s face it. It’s almost always your fault, you tease Nyaro too much.”
“But it’s fun to tease her.... And anyway, I did nothing this time. I just came home once and Haruna just said that she had to go. I asked her why, but she wouldn’t say... then she avoided me like that time when she was punishing me for posting kid pictures of her on facebook—ah!” Mariko-san trails off into momentary excitement as she waives another container at Jurina in triumph, the younger one approving with a thumbs up.
Rena finally notices that the student was already looking at her strangely and she looks down at her task to see that she was wiping at nothing, the white tiled floor was already clean. She smiles at the man and retreats back to the storage to return the mop, but before she could, someone had grabbed it right out of her hands.
She wasn’t surprised to find Jurina grinning back at her, she was surprised though by the fact that she was no longer wearing her sweater but was holding it in her other hand. “Konban wa, Rena-san.” She greets, taking a step backwards when Rena tried to reach for the mop.
“Aren’t you sick of me already?” Rena asks, as she tries to retrieve the mop again only to have Jurina twirl around her. There was no winning this, she had always been a wimp.
“How could I be? Didn’t I say I like you.” Jurina answers, her voice losing some of her teasing humour as she said the latter part. Rena could feel her face starting to heat up as she looked around to see if the girl’s older sister had heard her.
She didn’t. Mariko-san was on the other side of the convenience store, looking at the magazine racks.
“Konban wa, Jurina.” Jurina voices out, raising her voice in a poor imitation of Rena’s. She scowled back at her.
“Konban wa, Jurina-san.” She greets then she extends her arm and taps her foot, “now give it back.”
Jurina grins at her and hands back the mop obediently, then follows her as she made her way back to the storage. “Ne, what do you think of that guy? Should I yell at him to stop staring at Mari-chan?” Jurina asks, gesturing at the law student, who had resumed eating his second cup of noodles while still staring at Jurina’s sister, with her head.
Rena shakes her head absentmindedly in reply, trying to keep the mop from falling over. The mop was winning the hard fought battle unfortunately, so Rena just left it sprawled on the floor. She’ll just fix it before she leaves. “He’s a regular here and he’s harmless, he’s always so focused on his books, this must be the first time he realizes that females actually exist.”
She answers, keeping her voice low so that she won’t be overheard, unfortunately, it compels Jurina to lean closer to her and Rena already knows that the girl was pretty, her moral compass really does not need this.
“I find that hard to believe if he sees your beautiful face every night.” Jurina quips, smiling cheekily at Rena, who pushes her head away.
“Where do you get this? Do you have a sleazy uncle or something?” She asks exasperatedly and Jurina just starts to laugh.
“I do actually. Mari-chan and I quote him on his stories of conquest on a daily basis.”
“Well, you’re not conquering me at all...”
Jurina’s smile widens, her chin raising slightly and when she says “not yet,” she sounded so convinced that Rena could feel her heart skip a beat as if willed by Jurina’s conviction. Her face was burning as she turned around from the cheerful girl and marched towards the register. “I’ll ring you up.”
Jurina was still smiling behind her sister at Rena when the siblings finally came up to the counter to pay, Mariko-san bowing at
her in greeting. The sisters bought all kinds of junk foods and carbonated drinks, not to mention the tub of ice cream that they had agreed upon earlier. When Rena picked up the magazine Mariko-san bought to scan it, she doesn’t know why she was surprised to see Kojima-san, decked out in a black velvet gown, staring back at her.
“The cut really suits her.” Mariko-san says with a smile. She looked to be smiling more at the picture than at Rena but Rena still decided to smile back and voice her agreement just in case. The older girl’s smile widens as she hands over her payment.
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Jurina smiles back at her from the other side of the glass door, then turns to follow her sister, pulling on her panda sweater.
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When she finally made her way back to the apartment the next day, Matsui-sensei had left a message asking if they could go out to watch a movie together.
Rena called back to say yes.
[TBC in part 2]
Thank you for reading.
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I'm enjoying it too much already (/ω＼)
I like your writing. It's direct, and the narrative flows without being long and one does note get tired reading it.
I'm very fond of this young conqueror Juju... And the panda jersey, nice touch ;) recently she wore something like that. #cutenessoverloaded http://akb48gifs.tumblr.com/post/67806923351 (http://akb48gifs.tumblr.com/post/67806923351)
the character development is being trustful so far
, although I've been expecting more Maritroll ♡.♡
(oh, the poor law student get away easily this time... Wwww)
good starting. Waiting for next chapter (/'ω')/
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How conected are Matsui sensei and Jurina?
This is going to be crazy :shocked
Thank for update.
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Part 2 of 2
This is the other part of chapter 3, sorry it got delayed I had so much school work.
Thank you for reading.
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Chapter 3: Part 2
He was wearing a suit.
The restaurant that they were supposed to meet in had two security guards standing erect in front of the glass double doors and when she went up the three-flight stairs she almost bumped into a uniformed man who turned out to be a valet. The classical music being played on the piano by a dark-suited man immediately caught her attention upon entry, but another suited employee welcoming her profusely and asking her if she had a reservation reclaimed it. She told him his name and he led her through the rows of elegantly set tables and formally dressed patrons-who she noted looked at her patronisingly- to a table on the far left of a raised platform. Matsui-sensei looks up as she approaches.
He was wearing a suit.
She was wearing a polka dotted blue blouse tucked into a black skirt.
This was a very bad start.
She could feel him scrutinizing her as she took her seat opposite him. “Gomen ne, I—I thought... I didn’t think we would be eating at a place like this, sensei.”
Matsui-sensei smiles at her, albeit a little thinly. “Call me Masaki.” He says, then adds, after a beat “You can’t have expected us to eat at a mall, did you Rena?”
She could feel her cheeks getting warm from embarrassment as she looked down at the engravings on the plate in front of her. She apologizes again and sensei—Masaki-san dismisses her apology with a simple “It’s fine.”
They talked about... unfortunately, the economy sparsely before the menu arrives and again Rena can’t help but grimace... she knew nothing of these western cuisines. She just ordered the cheapest one and hoped to high heaven it won’t taste so weirdly.
The good thing is that it tasted fine, the bad point is... well the rest of the lunch. Rena was forced to listen to another bout of history lesson on the shogunate as it seemed to be Matsui-sensei’s favourite topic but that was actually better than the occasional lull in their conversation which felt like it was going on forever for Rena. Matsui—Masaki-san did not look all too interested when Rena talked about manga after he asked her about her hobbies and Rena immediately tried to remember a history lesson to cite just to escape the ear-deafening silence she knows would be coming.
By the end of it, her nerves were so frazzled from constantly trying to improve the mood.
He walked her to a taxi at her insistence and closed the door for her after saying that he enjoyed their time, Rena echoed the sentiment. It was the biggest lie she said that month.
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Jurina was eating a cup of ramen in the lobby when she arrives.
“Kawaii, Rena-chan.” She starts and Rena made her way over to seat opposite the girl just to have a chance at a normal conversation at last.
“Did your sister kick you out? I imagine you could be a handful.” She says teasingly, swiping the girl’s chopsticks. Jurina scowls at her for a moment then starts to aggressively retrieve what Rena stole.
“Just because Rena-chan is just the cutest today doesn’t mean you get to be mean.” Jurina scolds as she finally retrieved her chopsticks after holding Rena’s wrist in a death-grip to wrestle it away. She immediately started eating again.
“Apparently, Mari-chan prank called the landlord to get back at him for wolf-whistling at Nyaro. He found out somehow and is now giving her an earful. It’s nothing, she’ll get out of it. She always does.”
“Are those two still fighting?” She asks the girl, who tipped the cup of ramen to drink the remaining soup before answering her. “The landlord and nee-san?”
Rena shakes her head, “Kojima-san and Matsui-san?”
“Me? We’re not fighting. Nyaro loves me.” Jurina asked, confused, before smiling mischievously and wiggling her eyebrows,
“I’m very lovable, Rena-chan. You’ll find that out soon enough.”
“I really doubt it. I mostly find you a braggart. But I meant your sister.”
Jurina looked even more confused for a moment then clapped her hands suddenly, “ah... my sister’s last name is Shinoda. The truth is...” Jurina trails off, turning her attention back to her noodles to discover that she had already finished it, she then looks up at Rena. “I’ll tell you... since I really really really like you and I want you to know me... I—I want to show that I’m willing to trust you so I hope in the future you could trust me as well. Mari-chan was my mama’s daughter from her first husband... they got separated after she had me from an affair.” Jurina stops abruptly, taking a deep breath and Rena extends her hand across the table to place it beside the girl, their hands barely touching. Jurina fixates on their hands for a while, “Mari-chan had always loved me though. Don’t think of her badly even for a second. Mari-chan’s the only one who loves me.”
Rena feels that it was inadequate just to say that she understands, because she doesn’t, she feels it wrong to say that she was sorry, because what Jurina feels is obviously guilt and pitying her is the last thing she’d want. She feels like she should tell the girl something personal as well, just so that they were on even grounds, just so that she could reward such a show of trust with one of hers as well.
She didn’t tell her anything though, just grabbed her hand firmly in hers and gave Jurina a faint smile.
“I’m sorry I pried.”
“You didn’t at all.” Jurina says shaking her head and holding on to her tightly, then she grins at her so suddenly that it couldn’t be anything else other than forced.
“I set that up beautifully for you Rena-chan, when I said that Mari-chan was the only one who loved me you should have answered dramatically that she was not the only one because you do too. Sometimes, you ruin everything.”
Rena stares at the girl for awhile, the grin still plastered on her face, then she gave the girl’s hand another squeeze before deciding to play along.
“Fine... I love you so much that I can’t breath from the weight of my feelings towards you, Jurina-san. Let’s get married right now.” She deadpans at the girl whose smile turns a little more genuine, a little more excited.
“Okay. Let’s go now!”
Rena rolls her eyes, “You’re not even legally allowed to drink yet.”
“Fine... I’ll settle for getting engaged.”
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Shinoda-san was complimenting the landlord’s great fashion sense when Rena and Jurina decided to head up. However, Rena notes, she was doing it in such a backhanded manner that Rena is seriously surprised that the pudgy man had not caught on.
“This black suit is so slimming. You really chose well. I would have thought the task impossible but you’re so great you’ve proved me wrong.” She says in that honeyed voice that was actually charming Rena as well. Jurina walks over to them and surveys the man with her sister, nodding her head as well.
“That tie really looks good on you sir!” Jurina adds, flashing such a harmless smile that anyone would have believed her.
By the time the landlord had to leave, he was already in such good terms with Shinoda-san and Jurina that he even offered to profusely apologize to Kojima-san.
“You look cute, Matsui-san.” Shinoda-san says as a way of greeting after the landlord had rode the elevator to the lobby. Rena looks down and colors because she didn’t know if she was being insulted as well.
“Eh...” Shinoda-san starts laughing, “kami, no... did you think? No... I really am serious. You really look cute.”
“Thank you, Shinoda-san.” She says, following Jurina with her eyes just until the girl disappears into her sister’s room.
Didn’t even say goodbye.
Shinoda-san bows at her then leans sideways on the wall beside her, crossing her ankles. “I heard from Nya—Haruna that you had been very accommodating to her. I want to thank you very much for that, she gets sick often and when she left... I was constantly worrying for her. The fact that you had helped her, a stranger, when she needed someone to take care of her—Haruna’s... Haruna means the world to me. Please believe me when I say that I am indebted to you... perhaps forever.”
Rena was going to attempt to answer but Jurina had then chosen to walk out, carrying another cup of ramen on one hand and boxes of DVDs on the other. “Rena-chan, let’s watch some of this together. Mari-chan has to go and see a client and I don’t want to be cooped up in the room all alone.”
“Why don’t you just wait for Nyaro. Matsui-san might be busy.”
“She’ll have time for me, she’s my fiancée.” Jurina says cheekily, pinning the DVDs in her armpit so she could hold unto Rena and start pushing her to her unit.
[TBC]
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"She I'll have time for me. She's my fiancee." >>>> Just loled so hard high now!!! *tears*
thanks for Maritroll in this chapter ;)
and matsui-sensei just got to involved to the history talk, that the movie was forgotten wwwwww
and thanks for update! hope for the next chapters to come quickly (/'ω')/ (but take your time... Since you have school work to do. :) )
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“She’ll have time for me, she’s my fiancée.” Jurina says cheekily, pinning the DVDs in her armpit so she could hold unto Rena and start pushing her to her unit.
This sounds so sweet. :oops:
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I've been following your updates closely and am excited to find out where the story is going. Looking forward to more :)
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Shingeki no Kyojin- Attack on Idols!
This is a snk au because well... it had to be done and because of the recently released OVA which was awesome!
Note: sorry for the lack of updates of "Just missed my stop", I want to transition to the second phase of the story but I'm kind of getting stumped on events to transition to it.
Advance Merry Christmas, nothing like blood and gore to celebrate a festive holiday.
Title: We Looked Like Giants
- From Death Cab for Cutie and because I like puns
Word Count: 1,211
Prologue
They were just laughing earlier.
They were just laughing earlier, chasing away the fear that is now a constant in humanity's bones--in their bones-- with funny anecdotes about a harsh training that finally finally they could laugh about, each of them occasionally tugging on the gears that seemed weightier outside the walls, trudging through broken cities that once saw life.
They were humanity's last wing of hope.
None of it felt like flying though.
The outside world was a canvass of endless trees, maybe a deer or two, or a dilapidated house scattered before their weary feet. The old man next door had always said that it must have contained endless wonders, things that were once the height of sophistication. He must have lied.
They were just laughing earlier.
These people that she had shed blood, tears and endless sweat with, in one moment they all felt alive, for a moment invincible on the belief that it was time to strike back, then in the next their laughter had turned to screams, the green canvass had turned to red and Rena forgot all that she had learned once Shawako had been taken right next to hear. She was her friend, but Rena fell on her ass three times trying to run away from her and her pleading cries.
She had barely worked the 3d maneuver gear to avoid being taken herself. The broken roof that she landed on hardly seemed like a safe place but she stayed put for sometime, overwhelmed by the carnage. All she hears are screams and the sound of bones breaking.
Everyone was dying around her.
It was true what they said: they were grotesque looking, some with smiles that would have looked disarming if not for the blood marring their faces.
Her hands were shaking as she held the blade's handle, her legs were as well and all she wanted was to curl up and cry for the friends that she had for a fleeting moment. But she was humanity's last hope. Trembling before the monsters who had terrorized them is not the end that she envisioned for any of them. It wasn't the end that she wanted.
She drew the twin blades and bended her knees. Aim for the nape.
The roof gave way.
It gave way, taking her by surprise as she went free falling down the abandoned house. The pain was dizzying when she hit the ground, like thousands of burning needles driving into her backbone. She only had a moment to turn around and try to stand before the rest of the roof fell on her, trapping her within. A broken wood probably pierced her side from the searing pain that followed.
This wasn't the death that she envisioned either.
"Retreat!" someone yelled, "Fall back, fall back, just fall back!"
She could see Airi looking around as some of the senior soldiers drag her by the arms, she was crying, disheveled and splattered with blood, she was screaming for her and Rena tries to dislodge herself, succeeding in only driving the wood deeper. Airin kept crying until Hattori-san leaned over her. In Rena's blurring view, Airi must have aged a decade in just a moment, wiping away her tears, nodding her head and getting on one of the horses obediently.
She saw her look back once before the darkness took her.
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The world was quiet again when she opened her eyes and Rena immediately started crying as the pain once again overwhelms her. She wasn't dead. She didn't die with the indignity of total helplessness and Rena was thankful, a short thrill of joy going through her at the fact that it wasn't going to end like this.
She felt insane but the tears she cried were of joy.
She had to get out of the cage of debris that she was in though.
She twisted to the side, lifting her right side as high as the space could get. The pain almost took her consciousness away again. The wood was stuck to her side preventing her from moving. Rena tries to take the blade that have fallen in front of her, just out of her easy reach, of course.
She didn't have the wherewithal to worry about titans anymore, stretching her body and clenching her jaw through the pain, fingers digging through the dirt, dislodging strands of grass as she desperately tries to reach it. It felt like salvation when she finally reached it, the metal handle cold from the falling darkness of the evening.
Rena immediately went to cutting the piece of wood free, her hands clumsy from fatigue and sweat blurring her sight. Easing herself with both arms out of the debris once it gave way.
It felt like she had already lived a century.
Once free, all she could really do was turn on her back and breath in and out, eyes going wild as she surveyed the surroundings.
There were no Titans. Everything ached but nothing was broken.
She was unbelievably alive, she couldn't stop the crazy giggling even if she wanted to.
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The sight of the mutilated bodies instantly diffused all her previous elation. Eyes staring at her lifelessly—that is if they still had their heads yet, that is if they weren’t eaten whole. Bodies strewn and thrown about recklessly like there wasn’t anyone who would have cried for them back home.
Rena doubled over, her shaking legs barely keeping her upright, and she locks her jaws against the acidic bile that she could feel rising. She has to keep it down, her comrades had suffered enough debasement.
One foot in front of the other, she has to remember it. She was still alive she has to remember that.
She has t—Sawako had both her eyes looking up at the night sky, Rena finds it familiar: Sawako had always liked the stars—the fact that those tiny specks of light could overcome the vastness of the night’s darkness. Rena closes her eyes for a moment, tries to remember the smile that usually accompanied her friend’s face.
She tries to ignore the fact that only her friend’s head remained.
Shaking her head, she salutes to her friend, drying up the tears that had steadily flown down her cheeks, then moves through the carnage of bodies trying to look for remaining supplies.
It was downright disgusting her to loot the dead, but she was still alive and she has to do what was necessary to stay that way. Her gear had been destroyed by the incident earlier but some of the 3d gears of the others were still thankfully fine, she takes one and then looks for full cans of gases. She takes three, just enough for her to carry. She opts for her own blade since it had saved her earlier.
She could barely see any of them when she decides to start moving, she gets on her knees to bow to them and salutes them one last time before turning around and beginning her mad dash to gain some ground while it was still night.
In the pack that she carries, she’d placed as many arm bands as she could collect.
[TBC]
Thank you for reading. This one would be fairly short.
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Is Rena in the Survey Corps or in the Garrison or just a trainee? It sounds like she and her comrades/friends were out in a place/district with a wall breach.
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GAAAAH I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING STYLE I CAN'T STOP MYSELF FROM SPAZZING!!! :banghead:
okay that's just plan weird... :huhuh please ignore this comment XD
You've just gained yourself a fan! :w00t: :twothumbs
P/S: on prev comment, yeah i did thought of sata (sata/sato ---> meh, kinda same to me :P) it would be fun if you'd really write about mariko/sata pairing imo XD
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Luffel: Thank you for reading! I hope you'll enjoy this update as well.
Zita: Thanks for reading! Jurina in this is half sweet and half presumptuous.
Regarding how close they are, Jurina's actually living with her father in this.
Mashioou: Thanks for reading! Haha yup, Matsui-sensei and Rena have more than age-gap standing between them. Jurina got the movie date somewhat though lol.
Maritroll always and forever, she's actually my favorite member because of it.
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Chapter Four
After the 4th time that Jurina decided to invite herself into her room to watch movies, under the pretence that Shinoda-san had to leave her alone to attend to clients,—taking up space in her couch and getting increasingly closer to her on the white leather seat at each viewing, brandishing every kind of junk foods known to man and parking herself there for the rest of the day until Kojima-san arrives from a shoot—Rena have had it with her choice of Korean melodramas. She admits that at first she found it adorable and funny the way Jurina would just burst into tears at every predictable tragedy that befell the leads and even cried a little herself at that one particular movie with the Alzheimer inflicted leading lady, but in general she was just done with all the depression and she was sure that they were both getting fat from the amount of ice cream they had consumed battling the sadness that those movies just attack your soul with. It was almost offensive.
The result was that she decided to borrow some horror movies from Yukirin. That wasn’t her brightest moment. Yukirin had attached herself to Rena like a leech, asking who this Jurina she was watching it with was over and over again and asking to be invited so she could see for herself. Rena must have said ‘my neighbour’s sister’ a hundred times while trying to escape from Yuki’s iron clad grasp on her forearm until Yukirin got this look on her face, her brows crunching together and her eyes narrowing in thought, momentarily releasing Rena before remembering herself and tightening her grip once again.
Rena sighs. This was not good.
“Chotto...matte. Isn’t the girl from the train who confessed to you also named Jurina? I found it weird that you actually remembered her name...” Yuki’s thoughtful veneer turns teasing as she smirks at Rena, “But now it makes sense since it doesn’t seem as one-sided as you had me believe.”
Rena violently jerks her arm to free herself, snatching the DVDs in Yuki’s other hand before hurriedly backing away from her friend. “Don’t be stupid, Yuki! The kid’s... a kid, she’s still in high school for kami’s sake.”
“And yet you didn’t deny that it wasn’t one sided” her friend says, saying the words slowly like they were in a crime procedural and Rena was moments from cracking.
“I just met her, and I did deny it you BAKA. I said she’s too young for me.”
Yuki waves her hand dismissively, “Love at first sight. Age is just a number.”
“You would say that like it was some kind of viable argument, Yuki.” Rena answers waving the DVDs once before bowing to her friend and saying goodbye.
She was already on the staircase when Yuki snuck her head out of her door and grinned at Rena, “good choice of movies by the way, very good for cuddling.” She says before immediately retreating before Rena could say anything.
“This is your fault, Jurina.” Rena says under her breath as she continues down the stairs pissed that Yuki had the last word in their non-argument.
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Jurina didn’t come knocking that day though.
Rena wasn’t disappointed or anything but she could have told her or something. She did make the effort to travel all the way to Yuki’s to borrow the DVDs.
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Shinoda-san was in front of Kojima-san’s door when Rena opens hers on her way to school.
Kojima-san can be seen inside trying to close the door while Shinoda-san was pushing on it trying to get inside.
“What’s the problem now, Nyaro?!” she asks exasperatedly, grunting a little as she tries to push harder. Kojima-san squeaks when the door opens farther.
“Mari-chan, stop it! Go to your date and stop trying to tag along with me.”
“I’ve already promised you that we’ll do some shopping today, why is this becoming an issue? I’ve already told Shinji.”
Rena shakes her head a little as she puts on her flats, the story between these two never changes, it’s like Jurina’s formulaic melodramas.
“Sato-san had already said that he’ll be very busy for the rest of the month. I can manage on my own.” Kojima-san says her words hampered by her breathing.
“I promised you first!” Shinoda-san says in reply, slapping her other hand on the wood suddenly, “How did you know that anyway? Did Shinji tell you this?”
Shinoda-san’s scowl got increasingly severe when Kojima-san merely tried to push the door again without answering and Rena hurriedly retrieves her bag from the hook on her door so she could get out of there.
“He did, didn’t he?” Shinoda-san’s voice had gone quiet and Rena tries to pass them, averting her eyes from what was happening.
“Just open the door, Haruna. I don’t care what he said... again. Just open the door.”
Rena guiltily sneaks a peek over her shoulder to see Kojima-san opening the door. “Don’t be mad, Mari-chan.”
Shinoda-san tugs on the strands of hair that had escaped Kojima-san’s bun, oddly fond given their argument. “I’m not mad Haruna. I’m just tired... of this.” She says, tucking the strands behind the other’s ear.
Rena enters the elevator and shakes her head again. It seems that Kojima-san and Shinoda-san’s story is closer to those Korean melodrama’s than Rena initially thought.
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The Anime club’s session took longer than usual as they debated the effect of the popularity of ‘moe’ to the development of the animation industry and when Rena with one of her friends, Oya Masana, finally leaves the community building where the clubs usually meet, the sky outside was already a light orange from the setting sun.
Masanya was talking about her favourite Hayao Miyazaki film when she suddenly stopped talking and walking to scrunch her eyes for awhile and then hurriedly went to unzipping her bag and rummaging inside.
Rena follows the direction that Masanya had stared at earlier to see a high school student in a black sailor uniform sitting on one of the benches lining the path and directly in front of the bulletin board. She was just turning to her friend to tease her about being a huge lolicon when she realizes that the student looks awfully familiar. She turns back in surprise to see that, yes, it was indeed Jurina who was sitting there looking dejectedly at her wristwatch scratching at her cheek with her other hand.
She bows and mutters some hurried excuse to her friend who only waives a hand too busy from probably looking for her phone so she could take a picture.
Rena makes her way towards Jurina who has now taken out her phone and was staring dejectedly at it this time. She shivers from a sudden gust of wind, pulling down the sleeves of her pink cardigan while watching Jurina swipe away the strands of hair that had been blown into her face.
“Jurina-san, please tell me that you’re not stalking me.” She says when she was close enough to the younger girl.
Jurina immediately looks up, her face spotted in shadows from the shade of the tree above her. “Rena-chan?” she says, surprise evident in her face. She immediately looked ten times happier than she had been and Rena fights the blush that was warming her cheeks from the thought that someone can be so delighted from the mere fact that she was there.
She narrows her eyes at the now smiling girl, “so, tell me.” She demands sternly.
Jurina shakes her head, “No. I wasn’t, but... you go to school here, Rena-chan?” she inquires, getting on her feet and retrieving the leather backpack sitting next to her.
“Yes. I’m taking Medical Technology.” Rena answers, taking a step closer to Jurina and raising a hand to tuck the strands that had been blown into the other’s face again before catching herself and stepping back again.
Jurina swipes at it herself before looking down at her phone again, she was still looking down on it when she begins to speak, “Ne... are you going home? Want to go to the mall for awhile?” She looks up then at Rena with big puppy dog like eyes that were obviously meant to manipulate her into agreeing.
Rena sighs heavily before nodding her head reluctantly, “fine, but only for awhile. I have to go see my sister at the hospital.”
Jurina immediately loses the puppy eyes as she inquires on her sister’s health and Rena takes a deep breath before replying that Airi’s fine, because Airi will be fine. Rena would make sure of it. Jurina then immediately grabbed one of her hands tugging her towards the gate and Rena allows the handhold to last until they reach the gate before dislodging her hand and sliding it into her cardigan’s pocket.
Jurina only turns to smile warmly at her.
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They went to the arcade and Jurina wiped the floor with Rena on almost all of the games, laughing at Rena’s increasingly whiny statement that she was just not good at physical games.
“Those are consoles, Rena-chan. All you had to do was press buttons and move the joystick.” Jurina says walking backwards to talk to Rena.
“I don’t play those either.” She says haughtily, raising her chin slightly, “I prefer to actually do something productive like studying.”
Jurina grins at her, “You’re so cute when you’re defensive. Kawaii!” She then spots a dance evolution Kinect arcade and pulls Rena towards it.
Jurina soon learns that that was a big mistake.
“One more time.”
Jurina breathes heavily before answering, already bent forward and bracing herself on her knees, “We’d already done it 5 times.” She complains.
“I’m going to win this time.” Rena insists, wiping away the sweat forming on her brows with a handkerchief. She obviously can’t win against Jurina in any of the arcade games but dancing just needs practice and she’ll definitely win this one with enough tries. Jurina shakes her head before moving to start the game again.
She had already won twice by the time that she had to leave to visit Airin, more from the fact that Jurina was already tired than from actual improvement but nonetheless those were still a solid wins in her opinion.
Rena stops by a bakery to buy melon pans, while the other excuses herself to buy something. When she exits the heavenly smelling establishment, Jurina was standing by the glass wall clasping a bouquet of pink carnations.
She immediately interrupts Rena's opposition, “It’s not for you. I know you don’t want them.” She then extends them to Rena, immediately contradicting her statement, who raises an eyebrow in confusion and doesn’t take them.
“It’s for your sister. I hope she gets well soon.” Jurina says in explanation, nudging Rena’s right hand with the bouquet gently.
Rena takes them with shaking hands, steeling herself from crying and wondering why she was getting this emotional.
“Thank you.” She says, her voice breaking a little.
“They’re not for you so why are you thanking me?” Jurina asks, teasingly.
[TBC]
Thank you for reading. ;)
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Jurina is so sweet here :oops:
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Note: This is only part one of chapter five, part two involved the transitory events so I needed to edit it here and there.
Word Count: 1,520 for this part
Zita: I'm afraid she won't be for long XD
As always thank you for reading! I wanted to include Yuko in this chapter but I wasn't able to. :( Anyway, I really hope she'll have a great career as an actress. However, I did manage to include Tano Yuuka and Muto Tomu, their antics in real life has been really funny, Tano-chan in particular has been very interesting! Maybe I'll write an OS :lol:
Chapter 5
Part One
Rena was watching the track team practice from her seat beside the window, constantly being impressed at the athletes as they raced around the open grounds, their faces visibly shining from sweat. Sports had never been her forte, she could barely do a single sit-up. She was that pathetic at it. So watching the members of the track team practice was legitimately amazing her.
She turns when Yuki taps on her table, chopsticks in one hand, offering her one of her sushis. When she leans forward to eat it, her friend withdraws her hand with a smirk and Rena scowls up at her.
"So how was the horror movie date?" Yuki asks, wiggling her brows and even winking once, chomping down on the sushi she had previously offered Rena.
Rena sighs in exasperation, she was just going to tell Yuki to stop her over acting when she was distracted by the loud laughing of some of her block mates who were all trying to steal food from each other’s bento, amused by their antics she turns back to Yuki with a smile.
Yuki quirks an eyebrow, "You're not irritated? Are you sick?"
"Let's say that I'm gradually getting used to overly enthusiastic people." She answers, spearing a tomato from her salad and popping it into her mouth.
"I see...? So, how was it?" Her friend pushes again, abandoning her bento to turn expectant eyes solely in her direction.
"Don't even remind me." Rena answers, getting irritated once again just by the memory, also abandoning her food to lean closer to the other girl, "Jurina was not scared at all! I was all excited to call her a wimp and to tease her for the rest of her life, but she just laughed at it, the more gruesome it was the more hilarious she found it. The girl's a psychopath!" she vents, remembering Jurina laughingly yelling at the tv about how idiotic the characters were. "That was fun, Rena-chan! Let's watch another one." she mockingly mimics Jurina's enthusiastic response to Yuki's great entertainment seeing as now her friend was grinning.
"I guess there wasn't any cuddling?"
Rena glares at her, "and there never will be."
Yuki's obviously teasing response was interrupted by Matsui-sensei appearing by the door and calling for Rena. Yuki, her back facing the door, visibly rolls her eyes.
"Matsui Rena-san, may I talk to you for awhile?"
"Hai, sensei."
Rena closes the plastic lid on her store bought salad, placing the fork that came with it above the lid before standing up and smoothing the skirt that she was wearing. She looks down at her feet as she walked to the door, only stopping when his black leather shoes came into view.
"Please walk with me to the office, I'll tell you along the way." Matsui-sensei says lowly and Rena nods once and follows her teacher into the corridor. Fortunately, student's rarely venture near the teacher's office and as Rena expected Matsui-sensei merely led the way and didn't start a conversation until they reach that part of the building.
"Are you free tomorrow?"
Rena looks around before answering, quickening her pace so that she was walking beside her sensei so that they could better hear each other. "Ah, hai. Does sensei want to go somewhere?" she asks politely, hoping--probaly in vain-- that he was merely inquiring and didn't really want to go out.
"Will you meet me at the same restaurant... at say 6 p.m?" he asks, pushing at his glasses and glancing once at her.
It was too naiive too hope for anyway, Rena thinks briefly as she tries to smile up at the visibly nervous man.
"Of course, sensei."
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Jurina grins at her from the front of the carriage.
Rena colors from being caught staring mustering a weak wave at the other girl. Jurina waves as well before being pulled by the arm back into the conversation which her friends were having, all of them huddled close with identical smiles on their faces.
Rena looks away, trying to while away time by reading the writings on the other passengers’ clothing, preventing her eyes from swivelling to Jurina who was now totally engaged in the conversation, arm swung over one of her friend who was staring at her steadily. Rena blinks... she failed on that one obviously. Her phone suddenly alerts her that she had a message and Rena breaths a sigh, thankful for the distraction.
She reads the message, almost losing a grip on the phone when the girl in front of her moved back suddenly: Yuki was asking what Matsui-sensei wanted earlier and Rena rolls her eyes. Really, Yuki was such a mother hen sometimes. She was about to inform her so that she would stop pestering her for the truth, Yuki had great persistence when it comes to these kind of things, when a hand flicked at her nose and Rena looks up in surprise.
“Jurina-san!”
The younger girl sways a little on the spot, throwing a hand to grasp at the pole Rena was holding on. “Hi, Rena-chan. How’s your day?” she asks, making a little salute. Rena bows a little in greeting, noticing that one of the fingers on Jurina’s right hand had been bandaged.
“What happened?” she asks and Jurina scrunches her brows in confusion for a moment before waving that same hand dismissively.
“Volleyball accident, I was an idiot.” She answers, laughing a little after. Rena wanted to inspect her hand farther but wonders if it would be exactly the kind of thing a mother hen would do, she didn’t want Jurina to get any... ideas.
“But it doesn’t hurt anymore, right?” she asks instead, averting her eyes as the taller girl leans forward, further pushed closer to Rena by the passengers currently boarding the packed train, when Jurina next speaks Rena could see strands of her hair slightly moving from the force of the younger one’s breath.
“You can kiss it better.” The girl says in that lilting voice that clearly indicates that the words are empty of anything other than teasing, nonetheless Rena could feel her cheeks starting to warm.
“You—You really should stop acting like a creepy pervert...”
Jurina laughs at that slightly, “Really? I do sound like one, right?” and when she looks up at her, the girl looked not the least bit offended or bothered. Rena narrows her eyes, tugging hard on Jurina’s hair once.
“And you seem to think that it’s a charm point. You have a problem.”
“I do, don’t I?” Jurina says, nodding slightly and still smiling.
“Yes, you do. You really do.” Rena answers, trying to keep the corners of her lips from curving upwards.
“Jurina!”
Jurina groans a little as a hand grabs her elbow and Rena turns her head to see one of Jurina’s schoolmates tugging at her.
“We still haven’t decided where to go. Why do you keep disappearing?” the long-haired student asks exasperatedly.
“Leave Jurina alone, we don’t need her. Tomu, come back to me!” Another of her friend then shouts from the front of the carriage, ignoring all the annoyed glares directed at her.
“Yuuka...” both Jurina and her friend says under their breath dejectedly.
The one who was apparently Tomu-san, starts pulling at Jurina again, “seriously what’s the point if you’re not there? You’re like the whole point.” The girl lectures and Jurina nods as if chastised, waving at Rena as she was dragged through the thickening crowd.
Her phone vibrates in her hands, and Rena shakes her head slightly before looking down at it and reading the message.
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From: Yukirin
Subject: Are you still alive?
Are you still alive? Why didn’t you answer me, Rena?”
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Rena sighs and starts typing up a detailed reply.
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Kojima Haruna-san was probably the prettiest person that Rena has ever met. She remembers thinking ‘ah, of course’ when she learned that her new next-door neighbour was a model, a face like hers really should only belong on the front covers of a fashion magazine. Rena also remembers thinking that that would be the extent of their interactions: Kojima-san had already bragged, hadn’t she? She no longer had any need for a conversation with her.
Kojima-san however, was also one of the weirdest person that Rena has ever met. Unlike what Rena had expected, the older girl kept talking eagerly with her whenever they encountered each other, but her stories had always ranged from the confusingly bizarre to the most meaningless. The other girl was also prone to zoning out, leading to some of the most intense apologies Rena had received for a slight that was basically nothing.
So when Kojima-san steps out of her room as Rena was passing by to hers, blocking her path and handing her a beater, Rena takes it before looking up confusedly at her, and when Kojima-san says “Rena-san let’s bake a birthday cake”, Rena only thinks ‘ah, of course it’s a cake’ as she was pulled into the other girl’s room.
[To be continued in Part two of this chapter]
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I really really love your fic.
I wonder whose birthday is it??
Update soon, please.. :bow:
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Someone has a birthday? Who?
Thanks for update.
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Who birthday??
I wonder if it Mariko, since it MariKoji
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Finally got time to comment @_@
OMG DORAMA session without cuddling??? Juri lost at this. Hahahaha
what you mean by "I'm afraid she won't be for long." BAD JURI???? *_*
please, don't leave us out here to die in the cold without more chapters O_O #dramatic
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Note: I'll have to apologize to those waiting for the next part of Just missed my stop. I had exams so I really can't edit it, anyways I hope this would be a consolation. I've written this part before as an idea for a Mayuki fic :P. I hope everyone would like it. I promise I'll get on it as soon as my exam period is over.
What Yuki Said
Prologue
Kashiwagi Yuki looked like her eyes were going to fall out, a deer in the headlights if there ever was one and Mayu’s eyes swivel from the slack jawed expression on her senpai’s face to the title of the movie bolded above the catatonic girl.
The title... well... if the poster didn’t tell her... the title most definitely did... the poster had two people in the throes of well... ecstasy and yes... they were naked.
There was suddenly two hands clasping tightly on her shoulders , and Mayu couldn’t help but step back from the sudden closeness of Kashiwagi-san who was obviously trying to speak, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water but failing at that just proceeded to shaking her head vigorously from side to side.
It was kind of like watching a comedy...
“May—Watanabe-san... ah...ah...” Kashiwagi-san finally managed in a stuttering voice that gradually grew in intensity and Mayu tried tucking her head to hide her face from the attention of the other people roaming the mall who was throwing glances to the two of them. She tries to pry the hand off her right shoulder but Kashiwagi-san only became more panicked, tottering on the heels of her feet.
“It’s not what you think! I’m not like that! I’m really not...” she starts again in the same intensifying tone and Mayu finally had enough of the embarrassment and raised both hands to cup Kashiwagi-san’s face to wake her up from her panicked trance.
She wasn’t expecting this from the vice-president of the student council who everyone practically worshipped.
“I really don’t care.” She states clearly and flatly, interrupting Kashiwagi-san who was opening her mouth to say something. “I really don’t care. I won’t tell anyone. I didn’t see anything.” She adds further, removing her hand from the other’s heated face to finally wrestle her shoulder’s free.
The older girl’s hand fell limply at her side as she stared at Mayu, her brows furrowed and her forehead breaking out in sweat. “I don’t want you to think I’m like that...” Mayu hears her say as she bows and turns to leave. She really didn’t have time for anyone’s closet perverted-ness when there was a limited copy of her favourite anime’s ova on sale.
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There was another girl waiting by the gate of the school who positively glowed upon seeing her sister approaching and Mayu wanted to roll her eyes from exasperation, looking up at her sister’s easy going smile in annoyance.
“This is why I don’t like going to school with you Sae-nee.” She says as she tries to step away from her sister who immediately took a hold of her arm.
“Don’t be a deserter, Mayuyu.”
Mayu rolls her eyes again and tries to wrestle herself free only to go off balance and tumble right into the middle of a swarm of people walking nearby. A hand grabs her arm as she was about to tumble down, pulling her closer to steady her.
“Are you okay?”
Kashiwagi-san’s eyes widen slightly in fear and recognition when Mayu raised her head to answer her, her other hand nervously tucking stray strands of her long silken hair behind her ear, and the hand on Mayu’s arm tightening perceptibly. Mayu throws out both her arms to steady herself, thanking the other girl once she was sure that she wasn’t going to lose her balance.
Kashiwagi-san still hadn’t released her arm but she did manage a forced smile. “Be careful next time, neh?” the older girl says in a gentle tone that was only betrayed by her quivering cheeks when she mustered up the ‘smile’ again and the panic still present in her eyes.
Mayu didn’t like how patronizing she was and was about to say so when all the other students circling Kashiwagi-san started to join in and tell her that they think that she should be careful too.
They sounded like the buzzing of a million mosquitoes and Mayu was getting annoyed just standing there listening to them, looking up at Kashiwagi who was still holding her arm tightly she notices the slight closing of the other’s eyes, the slight tilt of her head and the momentary furrowing of her brows.
Ah... she must find them extremely annoying too.... How does she stand this everyday?
She really hated fangirls and fanboys... Kashiwagi was just a student just like them... a slightly perverted one, but a student nonetheless. There was nothing special about her. There was no reason for them to follow her around like she could perform magic and walk on air. Her sister is in the same boat too, they shouldn’t follow her around either, following Sae everywhere she goes and asking Mayu incessantly for her sister’s number.
Mayu hated them the most.
Kashiwagi pulls her closer almost imperceptibly as if she could sense Mayu’s growing ire and Mayu just wanted to groan at that, all she wanted was to get out of these circle of drooling admirers and back on her way to the gate but the vice-president seems to have a problem letting go... literally.
“Ano... Kashiwagi-fukukaichou...” she starts slightly jerking the arm that was still captive to indicate that she wants to be freed. The taller girl just stared at her for a moment her face just clearly showing that she wanted to say something, biting her lip almost too hard that Mayu was afraid she was going to get trampled on if she draws blood and her adoring fans all try to kill each other to get to her.
She admits--- that maybe too “shoujo manga” to actually happen.
The other girl finally lets her go, immediately placing both her hands behind her back and pulling a much realistic smile on her face than earlier. “Mah... Mayu...” Mayu watches as she looks down suddenly, her face steadily coloring. “Wa—Watanabe-san, I mean... ah... you should go now, the bell might ring soon.” She stutters out, waving one hand as if Mayu was a dog and she was shooing her way. She didn’t bother telling her that she was the one actually keeping her there and just shook her head as she pushed herself out of the tight circle.
Kashiwagi Yuki seemed to just be weird in general.
[Maybe to be continued?]
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What kind of question is that!? Of course it's "to be continued"! :)
I like your writing style and it would be nice, reading a MaYuki fic from you.
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waaah you have to continue!! it seems funny, yuki really is a weird girl here haha
good luck in you exams >u<
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yes you have to continue The mayuki FF!!!!
thanks!!!
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Note: Very sorry for the late posting. I hope you guys enjoy this second part of Chapter 5.
On a slightly technical note, I find it really difficult to write Kojipa, she's just so interesting but I can't point it out why she's so interesting. It's just a collection of almost opposite like personality. She's supposed to be an airhead but she's a tsundere and a sadist at the same time sometimes, she's also marketed as this gorgeous person but she's also a huge slob. She's great basically.
Other notes: The part in italics in the beginning and the end are in Kojipa's pov, the first one is a flashback when they were still living together and the other is a little further back, when they were still in high school. And that scene of Rena and Haruna cooking brought to you by AKBINGO cooking stadium, whatever episode that was.
Archer1992: I'll really try to continue the mayuki fic if time allows it. :twothumbs. Thank you for reading.
Rochilu:Yukirin is kind of quietly( except when reacting) funny, she's really intriguing sometimes. Thanks for reading!
Kir-El: I'll really try my best to continue it, Mayuki has a different kind of dynamic than WMatsui and it might be fun to write for them. Thank you.
Mashioou: Here's the other part, you can't say I left you out in the cold anymore :P Thank you for reading.
Kirozoro: You'll find out whose b-day it is in this chapter. :) Thank you for reading.
Zita: The b-day girl is identified in this chapter, haha. Thanks for reading.
Olive29: Thank you for loving this fic :inlove: and here's the update. Thanks for reading.
Chapter Five
Part Two
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The truth was, Haruna had always thought that their door belongs to Mariko and when Haruna once told her best friend of this Mariko agrees with her, obviously amused but never weird-ed out. Nodding her head and telling her in that lofty voice she always liked to use that she should never open it for anyone else, only Mariko. That was why Haruna would always like her best, where others would smile uncomfortably at her burst of thoughts, Mariko would be interested; her teasing demeanour betrayed by the way that she always leans closer, as if to encourage her to talk further...
Maa...
So... The truth is, their door belongs to Mariko and when Haruna hears the door bell ring, she’d put on a scowl and stamp down her excitement to see her—they live together for Kami-sama’s sake—and prepares to scold Mari-chan for forgetting her keys again and again.
It had always been Mari-chan who appears before her... until it wasn’t.
“Ano... Kojima-san, could we talk?”
Haruna blinks as Sato-san’s always intense eyes stare her down, both hands tugging at his black winter coat, rigid even as he just stands there. Haruna looks away for a moment, pushing the door further open before smiling up at Mariko’s boyfriend.
“Of course, Sato-san. Is Mari-chan downstairs?”
The man flinches at the mention of Mariko’s name and Haruna’s eyes stray again towards the elevator on the end of the hallway.
“She’s...she doesn’t know I came.” Sato-san forces out, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable.
“Eh—she doesn’t? Nan—“
“Kojima-san, onegai... onegai... please move out.” Sato-san suddenly throws out, gripping the edge of the door so suddenly that Haruna almost tripped on the slippers scattered on the floor in her haste to step back from him.
Her day wasn’t supposed to end like this, all she wanted after twirling and walking to and fro a narrow stage and almost falling once was to go back home and watch a movie with Mari-chan, hear her throw out deadpan sarcasm at dramatic scenes and hog the popcorn—guilty-ing Haruna about the extra fat. She belonged here waiting for Mari-chan’s door to open. Why was she being demanded to leave?!
“Nan—“
“It’s not okay.” Sato-san interrupts shaking his head slightly, “It’s not okay. You two were together once and it wasn’t her who did the leaving, Kojima-san. It’s not okay for the two of you to stay together. It...it scares me... the way Mariko-san looks at you. You were together, Kojima-san. My girlfriend is basically living with her ex-girlfriend and spending more time with her than with me.”
Sato-san stops to take a breath and Haruna seizes the opportunity to actually make this a conversation and not a monologue.
“It’s... it’s not like that! You can hardly call what we did dating. She loves you... hontoni! We barely dated... we never liked each other that way I—“
“IT’S NOT FAIR...” Sato-san immediately colors from his outburst, “it’s not fair to me. Please give me a chance with Mariko-san, you already said that you never liked her... so please. Do this for us. I can make her happy.”
Haruna’s first thought was that it wasn’t fair to her as well... It wasn’t like she couldn’t make Mariko happy.
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Rena stares at Kojima-san’s back warily as the older one peered inside her refrigerator, then turns to the table before her amazed at the mess that Kojima-san had created. The girl said she was just beginning to bake. The brown tabletop was sprinkled in white from the small bag of flour that had probably fallen from the upright position Kojima-san had left it in, on the right side almost at the very edge—as if shoved there in a haste—were used plates and utensils that had absolutely nothing to do with the cake they were baking from the looks of them, actually, every bit of that table was occupied by an explosion of materials.
Rena’s head throbs just from looking at it.
“Ah...I found it!” Kojima-san says excitedly, shutting the door of the refrigerator with her foot and slamming the block of butter in front of Rena playfully. Rena cringes as the scattered flour scatters more from the impact.
“Yosh...” Rena hears Kojima-san say but she was just so transfixed by the unbelievable mess before her that she couldn’t look away. A hand waves in front of her and she shifts her focus on the rubber band that the other was waving at her face.
She looks up to see Kojima-san with one hand holding her long brown hair together, a rubber band between her teeth. Kawaii.
“Let’s begin, Rena-san” she mumbles through the band.
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“Kojima-san, please don’t!” Rena tries to desperately move across the table to Kojima-san’s side to stop the other girl from dumping a very large dose of confectionary sugar into the cake’s dough.
She didn’t make it in time and Kojima-san just shrugs at her as she begins to further mix the contents of the large bowl, “More is always better, Rena-san.” She says assuredly and Rena hangs her head as she walks back to her side of the table bypassing the cream that she was beating to walk her way to the sink to wash another large bowl from Kojima-san’s endless supply of unwashed kitchen wares. They’ll probably need it to make a new dough later, unless they want whoever was receiving the cake to die from diabetes right on the spot.
By the time the sun was setting and Rena had to prepare for her shift at the convenience store, they had miraculously—well, truthfully she had—baked a pretty decent red velvet cake. Kojima-san immediately started snapping pictures of it and of Rena who tried to hide her flour covered face, the one she had gotten when she made the mistake of telling Kojima-san that her kitchen looked a bit untidy. Kojima-san chased her around, laughing and still taking shots of Rena’s retreating figure and outstretched hands.
“We’ll put it with the cake! Come on, Rena-san.” Kojima-san says, holding Rena’s arm and pulling it away from her face. Rena tucks her chin further to avoid the camera, trying to breath through the laughter as she asked why anyone would like pictures of her dirty face.
“She’d like any picture actually...” Came Kojima-san’s almost wondering reply and Rena stops struggling for a moment as they both stare at each other.
“Whose birthday is it?” Rena finally asks, more for confirmation since she thinks she probably knows who it is already.
Kojima-san blinks back at her and then tilts her head to the side, the strands of her long hair falling like silk along her shoulders.
“Eh? Didn’t I say? It’s Jurina’s”
Rena swallows the sudden lump at her throat as she wipes at the flour still in her face, “she didn’t... tell me.” She lets out lowly and Kojima-san furrows her brows together in confusion for awhile and Rena averts her gaze to the scattered fashion magazines on the carpet.
Kojima-san reclaims her attention by waving a hand dismissively, “It’s no matter; you’re still invited. We’re having a party!” she declares a bit too enthusiastically and then overrides Rena’s opposition—on the ground that Jurina and her wasn’t that close yet—with a shake of her head, saying, in a tone of finality “I don’t care, you helped me bake the cake so you’re coming. Besides, Jurina practically drools at your feet.”
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She spent the whole of her shift thinking of something to give the younger girl.
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After her only class of the day ended, Rena rides the train to the hospital, carrying a bunch of mangas in her leather shoulder bag and a plastic of melon pan grasped tightly in one hand. As she walks the brightly lit hallway towards her sister’s room, she tried to occupy herself with thinking of conversational points that she and Matsui-sensei can engage with later momentarily distracted by nurses, who recognize her as Airi’s sister, who bow and greet her as she passes by them.
Airi was already drawing when Rena arrived, hunched over her drawing pad on the wooden bed table that had her name engraved on it, biting the end of her pencil lightly as she stared intensely at her endeavour, slightly tilting her head in thought.
Rena couldn’t stop the quirking of her lips at the adorable sight.
“Hey, Picasso.” Rena greets, pulling the door shut behind her and making her way to the metal chair beside her sister’s bed.
Airi didn’t even look at her, just waves a hand not holding the pencil in greeting.
“How many times? He has a totally different kind of art style...” Airi lectures again and Rena just nods her head indulgently as she pulls the chair back so that she could have the space to sit. Airi finally looks at her as she settles herself in the seat, immediately grabbing a melon pan from the plastic and taking a bite, she shows the drawing with a flourish and Rena claps her hands enthusiastically, teeth clasped tightly on the bread.
“Is this good enough?” Her sister asks, tapping the pencil on the metal frame of her bed and eyes solely on the drawing. Rena makes a thumbs-up, even though her sister wasn’t looking—answering in the affirmative.
Rena spent the whole time until her “date”, chatting with her sister and trying to snatch the drawing pad from her when she draws unflattering illustrations of how Rena, in cartoon, is supposed to look like. She needed it—Airi’s presence. She needed it so that she could smile happily at sensei and pretend to be interested in everything he has to say.
She was using him. She knows that and he knows that.
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The floor beneath her was starting to get cold and Rena could feel the goose bumps crawling up her exposed arm as she sat there with her knees tucked tightly against her body. The carpet and the bean bag chair were only a few nudge away but Rena stayed put, staring at the leather box sitting harmlessly on her glass coffee table. In the hour or so that she had sat there immobile, it seemed that her stares had turned to glares, as if she could glare the thing out of existing.
It was an engagement ring.
She couldn’t quite believe it and Rena remembers that out of body sensation that she felt when sensei had slid the box across the table at her, bumping one of their water glasses along the way. She felt like she was just watching it from someplace else, as if directing herself to act appropriately. She was really at the sidelines then, just trying to coach herself into an appropriate reaction...but the seated her was not following, just staring dumbfounded at the opened box with that silver band, the rehearsed smile slowly slipping off her face.
She scrambles up hastily, unthinkingly as if she had been zapped by electricity, getting on her hands and knees to approach the table, throwing out a hand to touch the object... truthfully she was expecting her hands to go through it... can’t it just disappear? The box slid across the table and almost fell off from the force of her swipe and Rena could feel the panic rising up her chest again upon confirming once again that... yes, this is really happening.
The doorbell suddenly rung and Rena felt like throwing up from the sudden lurch of intense panic that gripped her. She couldn’t feel her legs when she stood up at first and then the needle like sensation sets in and Rena hobbles her way to the door, cringing with every step.
Shinoda Mariko-san’s good natured smile immediately turned into confusion upon catching sight of Rena’s barely lit room when she opened the door, and Kojima-san who was previously trying to get away from Shinoda-san’s bear hug stopped her thrashing and actually moved her head to have a better view of the insides of Rena’s room.
“You’re not summoning Satan right, Rena-san?” Shinoda-san says reclaiming her smile, and Rena just blinked back at them for a long moment, trying to grasp the words that were being said to her.
“Ano...” she starts, her attention being diverted by Kojima-san’s steady approach towards her, the other’s eyes narrowing almost in suspicion at the insides of her room, she hurriedly moves forward and pulls the door close behind her. “Can—can I do anything for you?” she finally musters up the focus to say and both Kojima-san and Shinoda-san grins at her at that.
“We’re having a party!” they said almost simultaneously and Rena blinks at them in confusion again.
“Jurina’s birthday...” Kojima-san supplies expectantly and Rena almost wanted to hit herself, she can’t believe that she forgot that it was Jurina’s birthday and that Kojima-san had invited her.
“I—I have to go change, I don’t look presentable.” She stutters out, already retreating and twisting the knob behind her.
“Actually you look almost too presentable actually.” Shinoda-san says just as Rena was about to make a hurried dash inside to fix herself.
Rena looks down at herself in confusion, and was almost surprised to find that she was still in the blue bubble cocktail dress that she had worn earlier to her date and she raised both her hands almost reflexively to feel that her fringe was still in the French braid she had fixed. She hadn’t even bothered to remove her high heeled sandals. She was really out of it.
“I—let me change into some normal clothes... I’ll just knock on Kojima-san’s door after.” She says and Kojima-san agrees immediately at that but Shinoda-san lingers a little and stares at Rena.
“Is there anything else, Shinoda-san?” Rena asks politely and the older girl stares at her some more before shaking her head and flashing an obviously strained smile.
“No... no. We’ll wait for you in Haruna’s room, okay? Please feel free to bring every food inside your unit.” She says, her uncertain expression disappearing as she winks at Rena before she follows Kojima-san.
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Jurina didn’t look surprised when she joins the “party”, Rena guesses that the other two must have told her that she was coming as well, just thanked her, in a slightly reserved tone, when she greeted her a happy birthday. Nonetheless, she still asked Rena to plop down into the sofa next to her and proceeded to sit as close as possible without actually sitting on her. The younger girl even placed the party hat, that Kojima-san handed to Rena, on Rena’s head; pulling the band playfully and letting it snap slightly against her chin.
The party it turned out was just pigging out on the different kinds of junk food and sweets scattered all over Kojima-san’s coffee table and watching a marathon of comedies.
“Yes, I know. You’re overwhelmed by this party scene, Rena-san. Sorry though, we’re just the party kind.” Shinoda-san says in a deadpan manner when she notices Rena almost staring confusedly when Kojima-san pops a movie into the DVD player. “Be careful with Haruna, she’s the wild kind.” She adds tilting her chin towards the girl in question who glares at her.
“It’s fine, Shinoda-san. I’m not into those kind of parties either.”
“Urusaii! I baked a cake and all. Stop complaining, Mari-chan.”
“Rena-san baked that cake... yes... yes... Jurina. She was the one who baked it. No... you can’t have it all.” Shinoda-san says addressing Kojima-san teasingly before turning to her sister who positively glowed at the information and interrupted her before she could say anything. Both Jurina and Kojima-san scowls at her and Shinoda-san laughed it off easily, grabbing the popcorn bowl and offering some to Rena.
They were all really... weird.
Shinoda-san laughs heartily when the comedic scenes involved a little bit of violence, laughing even harder in parts where Kojima-san lets out a put out “I don’t get it.”, leaning forward on the sofa as if she would understand it more by being closer to the television, the older girl pulling her back by the elbows every time and proceeding to spell it out laughingly at her. Kojima-san would then laugh belatedly. It was starting to look like a gag to Rena.
Jurina, on the other hand, only paid attention to the start of the movie her attention being gradually drawn to Rena who also gradually lost focus in the movie because of Jurina’s distractions. The younger girl played with her hair at first, twirling it in her fingers almost absentmindedly as she stares at the television, casually letting it tumble down to Rena’s shoulder before repeating the act. She got tired of that eventually and started to eat the cake, repeatedly telling Rena (and Kojima-san, once) that it was the greatest cake she’d ever tasted, going as far as coercing her to take a bite out of her own fork which then led to feeding. Rena thinks that she ate more of the cake than Jurina did, the younger girl beaming up at her every time she’d raise the fork to Rena.
Jurina then handed her the fork and the saucer and opened her mouth expectantly, and Rena rolled her eyes and fed her once.
“That’s enough you’re getting fat.” She says teasingly and Jurina, who was biting down still at the fork, removed it hastily and protested vehemently, listing all the sports club she was in.
Rena can’t believe she’s still standing.
Jurina then stops and smiles cheesily, wiggling her brows before saying, in a really syrupy way, that she won’t mind getting fat if Rena cooks for her every time, leaning even closer and whispering, “like maybe for life” right at her ear and Rena almost fell over laughing at her, that was so ridiculous and disgustingly sweet. Jurina just grins back, taking another bite out of her plate while Kojima-san leans across Shinoda-san’s lap to ask Rena what was so funny because “Mari-chan and I didn’t get it,” even adding that the movie was kind of stupid under her breath.
Rena thinks Jurina’s kind of stupid... it’s not that bad of a thing.
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Kojima-san was turning slightly red in the face as she puffs her cheeks and looks away from Shinoda-san who was leaning on one of the corridor’s railing, then continues rubbing her hand vigorously together. Rena watches Shinoda-san roll her eyes exasperatedly from her place opposite the two friends, leaning on the door of Kojima-san’s unit. They were all waiting for Jurina to get back from getting her coat in Shinoda-san’s place and the two older girls had spent the time bickering slightly.
“Just get your gloves, Haruna.” Shinoda-san repeats and Kojima-san just absolutely blows with a sudden ‘urusaii’ that had Shinoda-san raising both hands up in surrender.
“It’s troublesome to go back to my room just to get it! If Mari-chan is so persistent why don’t you get it for me?” Kojima-san demands, waving her hand towards the general direction of her room in frustration.
“Seriously, Nyaro? Your room is just there. If you get anymore lazy you’d start to moan out protests just for walking.” Shinoda-san mutters out, almost disbelievingly, as she steps closer to Kojima-san and stops her from rubbing her hands together. Rena watches, feeling her face heat up slightly, as Shinoda-san holds both hands in her own and brings it to her lips to blow on it, that same expression of exasperation still in her face before lowering both their hands and slipping them into the pockets of her winter coat, the sudden jerk causing Kojima-san to step closer.
She really shouldn’t be here... nor seeing this.
“It’s not warm either.” Kojima-san declares flatly, visibly unperturbed by their sudden closeness, tilting her head up at the short haired girl. Shinoda-san, for her part, looked absolutely done- pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes before biting out a dry, “Gomen-ne, hime-sama.”
Then they just proceeded to stare at each other and... she really does not want to be here. Shinoda-san and Kojima-san obviously has issues. Rena hates issues.
Fortunately for her, Jurina came bounding up to them clad in a woollen sweater with a blue bon bon knit cap fitted snugly in her head, chanting ‘ramen, ramen’ excitedly. Shinoda-san joins her after a beat, finally taking heated eyes from Kojima-san’s face.
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The ramen store, a short walk from the apartment building was actually really popular in the area and Rena could almost be called a regular. The owner of the place, who wasn’t there today, had taken a liking to Rena’s ability to find edible the spiciest things and would constantly challenge Rena to eat a specially made spicy ramen for free, upping the spiciness every time Rena finishes one with a satisfied sigh.
He vows revenge on her every time...so... maybe the oji-san didn’t really like her.
Her musings on her relationship with the ramen oji-san was interrupted when Jurina sneaks a taste of her Ramen, standing up in her seat and leaning over the table. The younger girl’s teasing smile immediately turns to a grimace and moments after she was tearing up, hurriedly downing the glass of water her sister had offered her.
She sits back down almost dazedly, the look of disbelief on her face turning to betrayal as Rena stares back at her innocently.
“Nande?” she utters almost brokenly as her sister and Kojima-san laughs at her.
Rena only shrugs back, and Kojima-san launches into a tale about the very same experience happening to her when Rena and her went to eat together. Jurina sympathizes heavily, throwing nasty glances Rena’s way during the conversation and Shinoda-san kept lightly jabbing at their misfortunes. The dinner was whiled away talking until a group of the older two’s common friends walked into the restaurant and they excused themselves for awhile to catch up with them.
Jurina was still looking at her with slight resent as Rena sips the soup, tipping the bowl with both hands.
“Gomen ne, Jurina. I didn’t really mean for that to happen.” She says evenly, placing the bowl back into the table and momentarily putting her palms together in apology.
Jurina looks down at her, but Rena could see the ends of her mouth twitching—she’s definitely not angry anymore. “This is the present that I get from Rena-chan, huh, intense suffering and pain.”
Rena quirks her brows at the melodramatic statement then immediately feels her heart beat pick up and her face warm even further; her hand immediately going to the large pocket of her red coat as she taps the fingers of the other against the table, frantically. Should she give it to her now? Should she even give it?
“Rena-chan?” she hears Jurina ask, as she decides to just wing it, snatching the roll of paper tied up with a satin blue ribbon and thrusting it at Jurina who looks back at her emptily.
“Wha—“
“It’s... it’s my...our present, please... Airi and me.” she says, nudging the paper further in Jurina’s direction until the younger girl takes it. Rena was going to avert her eyes but the look of utter delight and excitement that sweeps across Jurina’s face holds her eyes to the other girl.
Jurina unfurls the paper and smiles widely at it.
Rena had asked Airi to draw something for Jurina, showing some of the photos of the younger girl that Jurina had inexplicably sent to her phone on random times of the day. In the drawing, Jurina was the lead singer in a band, Rena remembers the drawing vividly as she was the one who colored it under the strict supervision of her sister.
The grin on that cartoon face looked exactly like the grin that Jurina was sending Rena’s way and Rena couldn’t help but grin back at her, “Happy Birthday, Jurina.”
Jurina closes her eyes for a moment as if savouring her voice and Rena almost blushes even further at the thought, opening it a moment later with the same look in her eyes as the one she had when she told Rena that she loved her. “As I thought, having Rena-san with me is still the best. Thank you and please thank Airi-san as well for me.” She says in that voice that was completely devoid of that childish inflection, just clear and heartfelt.
Rena looks down as she picks on the noodles still in her bowl, “If Jurina really thought so, then why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“The truth is... I didn’t want you to know...” Jurina starts, offering a crooked half smile when she looks up at her, “this isn’t the birthday that I wanted you to care about... I’m... I’m still 17. Next year though... next year, Rena-chan. On my next birthday, I’ll be an adult and perhaps Rena-chan would take me more seriously then... when I tell her that I love her.”
And Rena knows that it wasn’t the time... it was the worst possible time but she knows that what Jurina feels is real, just from the way she looks at Rena with that silent adoration that you only really wear once in a lifetime, on a first love. And, the truth was... no matter how stupidly wonderful Jurina was... Rena can’t be her first love.
The same time next year, Rena would be someone’s wife.
Rena can’t be Jurina’s first love... first love only ends in tears and Rena can’t really fathom making Jurina cry.
It was Jurina’s birthday and it wasn’t the time... but there really was no time for this kind of things.
“I’m engaged.”
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Haruna watches in her seat as Mariko makes her way to the door of the classroom after having been called by one of the seniors of the broadcasting club that Mariko was in, effectively interrupting Mariko’s interruption of her Harvest Moon game.
Haruna recognizes the look of overcompensated pride and concealed nervousness in his grinning demeanour from the look one of her batch mate made as he told her his feelings for her yesterday.
She averts her eyes from the scene and goes back to her game as the senior started confessing to Mariko.
“Gomen.” She hears Mariko say in a regretful way, “but I have promised my childhood friend that I would wait for him until he gets better and can finally leave the hospital so that we could be together.” Mariko follows breathlessly only placing the regretful inflection on the last few words but otherwise sounding like she was reading a script. A few moments later, Mariko was back to sitting across Haruna and chatting with her as Haruna made non-committal sounds as she continued playing her game.
“I hope your childhood friend gets better.” She tells her, tilting her head a little and sticking out her tongue at the older girl.
“I don’t want to say this since I already have a reputation of looking at others from above but rejecting confessions is really becoming a chore.”
Haruna waves a hand dismissively, “then just reject them plainly.” She says as she returns her sight to her gameboy.
Mariko makes some kind of scoffing sound, “No way am I going to do it like you do, Nyaro. Saying ‘No, sorry.’ Is a bit, just a bit though, heartless.” She says sarcastically.
“But they’re being so troublesome!”
“Ah... so it’s just your laziness speaking. Let’s be real, Nyaro is a sadi--”
Haruna swivels in her seat to face Mariko–she was sitting sideways in her desk chair earlier as she leans forward elbows on her knees as she played—pointing a finger in warning at the other girl who looked highly amused, “Don’t even say it.”
“Sadi—“ Mariko abruptly stops, scooting in her seat to be closer to Haruna, looking conspirational as she motions for Haruna to move closer, and in a whispered voice she says “ne... let’s just date so they’ll get off our backs. It’s okay for me if its Nyaro.”
Haruna withdraws and shakes her head, remembering Akimoto Sayaka-san—one of their classmates and close friend—covering her ears as Mariko teases her and saying repeatedly that it’s better not to feed the monster. Mariko had to explain that one to her.
She won’t feed the monster.
“Haruna, what about it?” Mariko pesters, ducking her head to look at Haruna’s face as she continued to play.
Mariko kept pestering her that in the end she agreed just to be left in peace, it was a joke anyway and Mari-chan was sure to forget it once Sayaka-san arrives from her track and field practice. Mariko loved teasing her.
When Mariko pulls one of her hands from the console though and interlaces their fingers, it didn’t look that much of a joke when Haruna turns to find her staring at their joined hands with that smile that Mariko only reserves for her younger sister.
“It’s a deal then.” Mariko whispers, almost at their joined hands.
Thank you for reading.
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Ahhhhh...Rena finally told Jurina the truth...
What will happen next?
Will Jurina be able to convince her to leave her fiance, Matsui-sensei who also Jurina's father??
Or will Rena become Jurina's stepmother???
Ohhhhhh...NyanNyan used to date with Mariko...
Hmmm..interesting..
Update soon,please...
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Mentally screaming because- :on voodoo:
this chapter- :nya:
I mean- :pleeease:
I just- :stoned:
NOPE. :imdead:
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holycrap way to ruin J's birthday Rena O_O but maybe Jurina will just go in denial mode and remind Rena that of course rena's engaged, she's her fiancee.
“Fine... I love you so much that I can’t breath from the weight of my feelings towards you, Jurina-san. Let’s get married right now.” She deadpans at the girl whose smile turns a little more genuine, a little more excited. :lol:
“Okay. Let’s go now!”
Rena rolls her eyes, “You’re not even legally allowed to drink yet.”
“Fine... I’ll settle for getting engaged.”
mariharu angst :bleed eyes:
update whenever possible just please don't take too long :)
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And it's out. :stoned:
What noe Jurina? :(
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Note: I’m going to apologize but I’m pretty much going to troll. This chapter is mainly Mariharu, as per Mariko-sama’s greatest trait. There is WMatsui though.
Thank You again for those reading this. I guess the last chapter was pretty angst heavy huh :lol: I'd love to hear your thoughts.
Chapter Six
Akimoto Sayaka looks about ready to hit her and Mariko had to constantly look down so that she could get rid of the grin that kept creeping up her face. As she thought, Sayaka-chan is the best, her looks of creeping suspicion mixed with confusion is really making Mariko’s day.
She shuffles closer on her knees to the standing girl, momentarily leaning down to push her notebook a little out of her way.
She flashes Sayaka a polite smile as she loops the tape measure around her waist, subtly tickling the other girl when she wasn’t looking anymore. Sayaka had endured the tickling attacks for a considerably long time, only gritting her teeth and looking confused as Mariko feigns innocence as she hums pretending to be preoccupied with the task at hand. The rather serious girl quivers a little but holds it, muting an irritated glare immediately and Mariko couldn’t help it anymore and just bursts into laughter.
“I just knew you were doing it on purpose. Why won’t you just grow up already, Shinoda?” The standing girl asks exasperatedly, now fully glaring at Mariko who had dropped the tape and was now just sitting on the wooden floor. When she didn’t get an answer as Mariko kept laughing, she scowled further and threatened to tell on Mariko to her boss.
Mariko wipes the slight tears forming in the corners of her eyes and smirks back, “ah… aren’t you getting larger around the waist area, Saya~chan.” Mariko singsongs at the other girl, pretending to consult the tape measure as if she paid attention to it earlier.
A finger was promptly shoved at her face, “I said never to call me that, it gives me shivers.”
“Sayapi, then.”
“Tell Kojiharu to just die.”
“Maa…maa… no need to get so angry in the morning.” Mariko gets on her feet and pats the girl’s shoulders. Sayaka just frowns at her.
“Then stop harassing me! Just have your assistant measure me and bother somebody else, Mariko.” Sayaka retorts back, not missing a beat, waving a hand in a ‘shooing’ gesture at the short haired girl who was already back to looking at her notebook, perching herself in a nearby couch.
“Hai, hai.” Mariko answers back distractedly as she grabs a pencil from the desk next to her to make adjustments on her design, “Abe-chan, please measure Akimoto-sama for me.” She then calls out the open door to her assistant who was positioned outside her office.
The image on the paper slightly dims as her friend looks above her at the drawing and Mariko looks up suddenly at the other girl causing their faces to be inches apart as the other was leaning down. Sayaka goes cross eyed for a moment then steps back embarrassed. “Stop getting in my face!” she complains and Mariko laughs again.
Abe Maria-chan, her assistant, bows as she steps into the room and immediately gets to work. Mariko didn’t bother trying to supervise her, the girl was so efficient she could probably replace her.
“Haruna’s not going to be part of this show, Mariko?” Sayaka asks and Mariko hums for awhile as she surveys her drawing before looking up and shaking her head.
“Not when the designs are mine, but she’ll probably appear for the other designers in our company. You know designers love her…” She reaches for her eraser. “I don’t like hiring her, her agency gets a headache because she insists on making everything free when I do.”
“Just get married already.” She hears Sayaka say in the most exasperated manner and Mariko just rolls her eyes. Almost all of their friends had said those words to Mariko or to Haruna at some time, usually exasperatedly and also usually followed by an annoying list of things that proves that they were too nauseating together. Whether it was the fact that they chose to live together halfway through college, or the fact that Mariko used to text Haruna random things several times a day or that when they went on vacations with them they also chose to room together.
They also like to point out when they both protest-usually Haruna- that it’s not like they don’t find each other attractive since they dated. She always wondered why no one mentions how they also broke up.
They should, it was then that Mariko learned that Haruna was never going to be hers.
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Haruna watches from her perch above one of the long tables as Ohori Megumi-san frets around the design room, nervously pulling back her hair in a ponytail as she gathers her design materials, constantly glancing at her slim wristwatch. She follows her lead and checks her phone, it was already ten at night. Kuramochi-san shrugs at her when she meets her eyes as she whiles away time scanning the room. They were the only models left from the earlier batch of 6 that Ohori-san had asked to come, some for initial fitting and some for measurements.
Haruna had been there so long past her dinner time that she was almost tempted to steal the miniscule leftover from what appears to be Ohori-san’s lunch in the table.
“Yahoo” A voice greets from the suddenly opened door on the other corner of the room and Ohori-san drops the dress she was just inspecting in surprise.
“Aha... you’re cramming again!”
Haruna slides off the table at the sound of that teasing voice, her lips quirking up as she was already heavily familiar with this kind of teasing. Mariko steps into the room, closing the door behind her with a smile fully directed at the other designer and Haruna, just for a moment, feels put out by that fact.
“Go away, you grade schooler. I don’t have the time to deal with your childish pranks.” Ohori-san immediately says, gathering the dress from the floor and waving her hand at Mariko, who just laughs.
“Why is everyone trying to send me away today?” she asks, not the least bit offended, following Ohori-san again as she started to move. “Megumi...Megumi... you’ll regret it if you ignore me.”
“Seriously, Mariko, you know I love you—but I’ll slap you in the face if you don’t stop pestering me right now.”
“You won’t say that after I tell you that I’m here to help you.”
Both she and Kuramochi-san moved slightly back when the older girl suddenly bursts into tears and turned around to grab Mariko into an almost desperate bear hug, the captive girl looking surprised by the sudden reaction as well.
“WHA--?”
“Mariko, Mariko. Aishiteru! Aishiteru, Mariko.” The crying girl starts and Haruna almost laughed from the way Mariko’s face was contorting into incredulity. “Thank you, thank you. I just feel so overwhelmed... just so overwhelmed with everything!”
Her best friend awkwardly pats the other girl on the back, subtly trying to get herself out of the tight embrace. When Ohori-san finally lets her go, Mariko had to struggle to place her nonchalant smile back in her face.
“So... how can I help you?”
Haruna almost jumped when Ohori-san suddenly points a finger in her direction, and Mariko meets her widened eyes with a slight quirk of her lips in recognition. “This is Kojima Haruna-san. Kojima-san this is Shinoda Mariko.” Ohori-san throws out in rapid fire already making her way towards Kuramochi-san. “Mariko, please take Kojima-san’s measurements. Can you even believe the guts of Hashimoto-san quitting on me today?” she continues, grabbing hold of Haruna’s hand and pushing her in Mariko’s direction. “Oh... Kojima-san, Mariko cracks really weird, random jokes... no, she’s not drunk.”
Mariko laughs loudly as Haruna makes her way over to her, “Hear that Nyaro, I’m not drunk.”
“Please don’t speak to me. I’m embarrassed by the way that Ohori-san views your failed attempt at humour.”
Mariko pinches her cheek just as Ohori-san turns to look at them, “please tell me you two know each other because that was really rude, Kojima-san.”
Mariko was already digging around the mess on the table when she answered. “No, Kojima-san’s just the lowest.” She says in a throw-away manner then proceeds to pull a tape measure from under a pile of discarded dresses. Haruna frowns at her when she looks up again, pulling away when Mariko tries to pinch her again.
Ohori-san just eyes them warily before ushering Kuramochi-san to the fitting room hurriedly. Haruna watches as Kuromachi-san almost trips on the dress the designer was holding from the force of her pushing. They both really had a rough day.
Her and Kuramochi-san, she means. Somehow, she really resents how Ohori-san ate dinner right in her starving face and didn’t offer her anything... she somehow doesn’t want to invite her in her pity party.
“Is it aliens again?”
Haruna blinks and refocuses her eyes on Mariko who was kneeling in front of her, halfway out from under the table seemingly having fished a notepad from under it and staring up at her with an amused smile.
“Aliens?” she asks as Mariko stands and props herself slightly up the table, still looking very amused about everything. “Why are you so happy?”
“No reason, can’t I just be happy?”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve done something bad when you’re this happy.” Like posting her embarrassing childhood photos on facebook or once pretending after falling off the stairs to have selective amnesia when it comes to her for two whole weeks —that one actually made her cry.
Mariko just smiles wider, taking one of her hands to tug her closer so that she could measure her. “I was just thinking that I missed Haruna earlier... and...here you are.” She answers after a moment, right at her ear as she moves closer to measure the length of her shoulders.
Mariko had always liked to play light of things, to tease and laugh and to jest and usually when she says things like this, it was always meant to embarrass her but sometimes... she says those words in a way that Haruna wonders if it was still a joke or not. It was the tone of her voice that does it sometimes like it was supposed to be teasing but she seems to feel them too much. It was also the slight pause in her breathing after, as if she’s waiting for Haruna to say it back.
This was the way that Mariko had always said that she loved Haruna when they were ‘dating’, and she had always thought... it can’t be anything other than another joke. That relationship wasn’t real anyway—how could Mariko mean them?
That’s the tone she uses now... and Haruna would take it like it is. It’s a joke, like everything is to Mariko.
Mariko’s in a real relationship now, so it can’t be anything other than that.
So Haruna makes a face and calls her sappy—like she’s done before—and watches as Mariko moves away, laughing... the thing was... it was that pause again that Mariko does just before laughing, that pause when she visibly tightens her jaw and her whole body goes rigid for a moment, her eyes glancing up at Haruna’s---Sato-san had implied that Mariko loved her and in those little moments, Haruna believes just for a second that maybe Mariko did.
Then she remembers... of course it’s nothing but a joke.
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Haruna can feel Mariko’s breath on the back of her neck and it was making her unexpectedly uncomfortable, as the taller girl continues to measure her, humming occasionally but otherwise remaining silent. She could feel her face and her neck warming and wonders if Mariko would find it odd that she was suddenly turning red. She closes her eyes and takes a breath as she feels the tape loop around her waist, Mariko’s fingers trailing off her stomach lightly—Haruna almost raised one of her hands to hold Mariko’s hand in place, remembering herself and fisting both her hands so tightly she could feel the nails digging into her palms.
This shouldn’t be happening.
She can’t keep feeling like this, what was the whole point of leaving if she can’t rid herself of this urges. Mariko’s someone else’s now and she can’t act like this... Mariko had always been meant for someone better—more...normal.
When she opens her eyes however, she meets Mariko’s gaze—she hadn’t even noticed that she had moved—and could almost slap herself when her eyes dropped to the other’s lips almost immediately... she had never kissed her before—even when they were supposedly dating...
What would it feel like...?
The tape measure looped around her neck falls as Mariko lets go of it, placing both of her hands on Haruna’s arms and stepping even closer to her. She should be alarmed she knows... but all she could think of as Mariko leans closer, eyes so focused on Haruna that she seemed almost possessed, was that she really wanted to know what it would feel like... just this once.
“Mariko...”
Haruna steps away in alarm, almost tripping on the fallen tape measure. Mariko shakes her head once and then that smile appears on her lips again and she lets out a chuckle.
“I almost got her... You really have the worst timing, Megumi.” She hears her say as Ohori-san approaches them. Haruna feels unsteady, as if she was standing on a moving platform rather than the wooden floors. She imagines herself being carried away by the movement as Mariko stands still, falling farther away with every giggle and laughter.
“Stop teasing the models, please! I need this finished.”
Mariko salutes her, feigning seriousness in her rigidity, and Haruna breathes in and lets it go... she really has to remember that it was nothing but a joke.
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Jurina was seated on the seat directly opposite the pole that Rena was leaning unto and Rena sighs for the hundredth time, trailing her eyes from the chatting teens in front of her to the passing buildings visible through the window of the train.
Rena shouldn’t really stare at her anymore, she doesn’t exist anymore to Jurina... they’d boarded the same train home almost most of the week but Jurina had never looked her way even once. She feels... disappointed and discarded.
How pathetic that a kid six years younger than her was reducing her to tears without even doing anything.
Rena feels utterly humiliated as she drops her head and tries to reign in the tears. It was frustrating how she couldn’t do anything, how Jurina didn’t do anything. It was fine if she was going to be mad, Rena would have listened to it. Rena at least wanted to have a conversation.
Jurina had said that she likes Rena as a person, was it all just a lie? The moment she can’t have her, it’s all over.
Jurina had asked her then with a rapidly disappearing grin if she was joking and Rena had told her sincerely that she wasn’t. The younger girl didn’t say anything anymore after that just continued to eat the ramen in front of her and Rena was left to stare at her, confused and almost choked up with the need to say something. She wasn’t given the chance to though, Jurina continued looking down at the ramen she was eating and she hadn’t looked up once at Rena since then.
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It was raining again, the sky which was light and unassuming just moments before turning dark and menacing, and Rena had forgotten her umbrella...again.
She stands by the station’s exit, leaning on the wall and watching absently as various passengers make their way down the steps, most of them pulling their coats tighter around them and some rooting in their bags for the umbrellas that they did not forget. She follows their shoes as they pass by her until one pair stops directly in front of hers and Rena closes her eyes once because it couldn’t really be anyone else.
She’s hadn’t even known that she was waiting for this so badly that she really started to cry.
“Rena-chan, you’re quite forgetful aren’t you.”
[TBC]
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“Rena-chan, you’re quite forgetful aren’t you.”
WHO? ................ Well I think I know. :P
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So Mariko acts jokingly because she thinks (for some absurd, unknown reason) that Haruna doesn't like her...
Haruna thinks Mariko doesn't like her the way Sato-san said she did because she's always joking around...
Damn it MariHaru, stop being two dorks from some Korean drama and talk to each other! >.<
I felt like crying for Rena because Jurina's ignoring her... ; . ;
All the culminating stress from the hospital, school, work, the engagement, and Jurina possibly giving up...
The missing umbrella was just the thing to push her over the edge...
Jurina, don't give up on Rena! >_<
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Thank you reading again and Happy Valentines!
Yuuyu: Thanks for reading, Mariharu really has some pent-up issues in this fic :lol:
Zita: Thank you for reading... what you know is right(?) XD
Chapter Seven
Part 1
Jurina’s hand on the handle of the umbrella was slightly shaking, sending slight tremors through the metal stem to the plastic canopy above them, Rena had been observing it for half of their walk home.
They hadn’t said a word to each other.
It felt like they were repeating all the things they did when they first shared this walk home but that time it had every cliché of a beginning...this time the silence really felt like an end.
She really liked her though, the way that she was unapologetically enthusiastic about almost everything, the way that she embellishes her stories and acts as if the most mundane things were exciting, the way she wears her heart on her sleeves so clearly for Rena to see—Rena had never been the sociable type, sometimes she finds it hard to contribute to conversations; to smile just the right way to appear enticing and Jurina... Jurina just makes everything easier. Rena doesn’t have to try so hard to think about what to say since the younger girl appears to be interested in everything that falls out of her mouth, Rena doesn’t have to wonder whether the girl thinks badly of her behind her back since Jurina so openly shows her emotions and her opinions.
It wasn’t... stressing and sometimes that was almost something precious.
Rena really liked her, and maybe if it was a different time... if she was a different age, then maybe they could have---
What was she thinking?! She’s only making things worse.
“Are you mad at me?”
Jurina says and the tone and the words were so unexpected that Rena was jolted from her internal turmoil so suddenly that she felt disoriented for a moment staring at Jurina’s dejected form, her shoulders hunched slightly forward, her eyes fleetingly raising to Rena’s before staring back at the ground, her other hand scratching her cheek lightly.
“Shouldn’t...” Rena clears her throat and also looks away, “shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”
A couple of droplets of heavy rain falls on her as Jurina suddenly fumbles the umbrella and Rena hears her swear lowly under her breath as they both scramble to right it, fingers clumsily touching like the moment was not clichéd enough. Jurina finally holds it steady, turning to her again and tilting her head unconsciously in confusion.
“You thought I was mad?” she finally voices her confusion, turning her head a moment later to glare at the office woman who bumped into her before scrunching her brows again questioningly at Rena.
“I wasn’t the one who was ignoring myself like I wasn’t there right in front of me.”
Jurina’s lips quirk a little after Rena lets the words out in a tone bordering accusation, “How can you ignore yourself to begin with?” she answers in a teasing tone that Rena thinks she had absolutely no right in using after that hellish week of anxiety she placed her under.
Rena rolls her eyes and didn’t dignify her with an answer.
“I wasn’t--- I wasn’t mad. There’s no reason for me to be...”Jurina begins, losing her teasing smirk and averting her eyes from Rena once again. Another person bumps into her and Rena starts thinking that they really shouldn’t be having this conversation in the middle of a sidewalk bustling with hurried people running from the rain when Jurina gets annoyed and pushes the man in retaliation.
“I don’t think—“
“I still like—“
They both stop, Rena trying to make hand gestures to indicate that they should take cover and Jurina looking increasingly annoyed with the interruptions. The younger girl holds out her free hand to indicate that Rena should continue.
“I don’t think—can we talk somewhere else? You keep getting hit and though I’m starting to find it funny, you’re just getting angry.”
Jurina sighs deeply, looking extremely aggrieved by everything before clutching Rena’s hand in hers and pulling her through the busy crowd, shoulder checking everyone in their way and evilly glaring at anyone who so much as makes a sound in outrage.
Youth can really make you reckless.
Rena tries to apologize as Jurina drags her along all the way to a cafe situated in the same street as her apartment. The younger girl opens the glass door with a forceful push and Rena barely had the time to register the greeting that the cashier made behind the counter before she’s seated in one of the plush tub chairs opposite the younger girl.
She tries to launch into a lecture about how everything that happened in the last few minutes was of the heights of rudeness but stops when Jurina apologizes herself in a shaky manner looking so incredibly anxious that Rena wonders if Jurina didn’t have it worst when they had not been talking to each other.
She thinks she loves me, of course it was worst.
“Jurina-san, what would you want to drink? It’s Rena-chan’s treat.” She says instead, smiling a little when Jurina looks up from staring at the table.
Jurina just frowns further. “Please don’t talk like that. I’m not a child. I know that my actions earlier had been childish but please don’t talk like that. I want to talk to you... and I wish you would take me seriously.”
Rena sighs, this had constantly been their problem but it was something that Rena almost instinctively resorts to whenever things starts looking like something else between them. She knows if Jurina hates something it was this, and she really doesn’t like hurting her or annoying her but the fact was... this was her strongest defence.
Sometimes her only defence.
“I’m sorry, but please...what would you like?”
“It’s fine.” Jurina answers almost immediately, managing a small smile almost in reassurance directed at Rena before scanning the board above the counter displaying the menu of the cafe. “Hot Choco, I guess, and thank yo—What?”
Rena tries to rearrange her disbelief into a more neutral expression immediately but Jurina had clearly seen her looking at her weirdly. “What is it?” Jurina asks again.
“It’s just... after you said you weren’t a child you went and asked for a hot chocolate...” Rena tries to say through the amusement she was having trouble stifling. Jurina rolls her eyes at her.
“I didn’t know hot choco had an age limit.”
“Fine... fine. I’m sorry again, you’re so irritable today.” Rena says patting Jurina’s arm as she moves out of her seat to order,
“I’ll just be a minute.”
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Rena watches as Jurina finishes the hot chocolate almost in one gulp, her eyes almost teary eyed from the temperature and her face coloring. It seems Jurina doesn’t do well with nervousness.
Jurina then stares at the coffee that Rena was still nursing meaningfully and Rena shakes her head at her, “No way am I doing that. We can talk like this you know.” She answers pointedly, setting the barely reduced cup down on the table and playing with its rim.
The younger girl stares at her uncertainly for a moment, fingers randomly entwining together and Rena nods at her since Jurina seems to be asking for reassurance. They needed to talk and Jurina can’t back out now. They were going to part ways amicably if they were to part, Rena was an adult and Jurina insists on being treated as one, they’ll talk like adults.
“I... I know this isn’t something that I should say... but I still like you. That’s... that’s what I want you to know the most. I still like that you’re clumsy and wimpy, I still like the way you smile... I still like the fact that you sometimes talk like you are a shoujo manga hero and the way you get embarrassed by my puns—“
“Jurina—“
“---I STILL... like it. You’re still you, the fact that you have a ring on your finger doesn’t change that.”
Rena reaches across the table to place her palm above both of Jurina’s hands, to stop her almost frantic tugging of her fingers. “Even if you say that, it won’t change the fact that I’m going to get married soon, Jurina-san.” Rena regrets the words almost immediately when Jurina flinches as if she had been slapped.
“I’m sorry and I understand why you were mad at me.”
Jurina shakes her head at that, hurriedly clasping Rena’s hand with both of hers, “No... no I wasn’t mad. I have no reason to be... Rena-chan had offered me friendship from the very start. Let –let me do it again, I’ll be a better friend this time... I’ll like you as a friend this time.”
Rena fights the relief that was coming over her at the words, it really eased her to hear that they don’t have to forget about each other... that she could still enjoy her company—but wouldn’t this just be making things difficult for Jurina?
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you still mad, Rena-chan? I’m sorry that I ignored you... it’s just that if I can’t even be entertaining then what good am I to you? I just needed to collect myself for a bit. I’m sorry.” Jurina tries to grin at her after that when Rena still didn’t say anything—and she hated herself for it, she wanted to talk to her all week, to tell her she meant something to her but she can’t even open her mouth to say something back. She was just letting the younger girl fix everything for her.
“Hora, Im sorry... you’re sorry. We don’t really have a problem—“
Rena had almost thrown herself across the circular table as she pulled the other girl in an embrace, surprising Jurina who immediately stopped talking to raise her hands to hold Rena as well. It was awkward but it was the least of her problems seeing as she started to cry again as well. She just can’t stand to hear Jurina make little of her own feelings.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t mean to. Please stop talking like this... I’ve hurt you—please stop acting like I didn’t... please be a kid in front of me just this once. It’s my fault...I’m sorry, Jurina.”
[TBC]
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THIS IS THE BEST FANFIC I'VE EVER READ !!!!!
Damn... the emotion !!!
Jurina offered Rena a friendship...
but, will she hate Rena if she knows that the older girl will be her step mother???
Jurina.... :cry:
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Commenting on the previous chapter: #DEAD MariSaya moments <3 my heart could not take it!
I've always been a Kojiyuu shipper, but yours Mariharu... Maritroll, sharp as always <3.<3
Latest chapter: ohhh the feeels... Rena, what will you do now? Your falling. Don't deny it... "Sometimes her only defence." >> that part...
always hoping for new chapters (/'ω')/ good work!
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RENA!
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Hi! This is the next installment of my Mayuki fic. I'm sorry it took so long to update. Thank you for reading.
Chapter 1
Part 1
Come to think of it, it was kind of a disaster waiting to happen.
Mayu didn’t think of it as one though when she told Aika that she wasn’t going to eat lunch with her since she was going out to buy the new character song that was just released that day.
Aika told her in no uncertain terms that she was insane.
She was exaggerating was Mayu’s first thought as she tried to use the garbage bins behind the school building to get over the fence surrounding the whole campus. When she jumped down unscathed, she thought that definitely this is no big deal, she’s seen some of the more rowdy boys of the school do this all the time. It can’t be that hard.
After she bought the CD and was on her way back to the campus, she still thought that nothing could go wrong, she was so confident that she was already wording the phrasing of her boasting at Aika as she walked closer to the school.
It wasn’t really that hard, I barely shed a sweat.
It was a disaster waiting to happen from the very beginning though and Mayu realized that when she was forced to almost jump just to duck behind the large garbage bins, the crisscrossed fence digging into her palms as she pushed herself closer to it, when she fortunately saw the group of boys standing dejectedly with varying states of injury being lectured by the Student Council President. Takahashi was even pointing fingers animatedly at the offenders.
She breathes out a long suffering sigh. They had to choose now to have a fight and get caught having it.
She observes the scene having nothing else to do, noticing that almost all of the boys were not even looking at Takahashi-Kaichou and when she follows most of their gazes she finds that there was another student at the scene.
Kashiwagi Yuki... who was looking directly at her with the same bulging eyes and dropped jaw that she had when they saw each other at the mall.
“Is everything fine, Yukirin?” Takahashi-san asks, startling the already startled Kashiwagi who jumped a little and started to stutter out something. Mayu wanted to roll her eyes at her exaggerations but she was already too afraid of Kashiwagi pointing her out to really do anything.
She was definitely getting grounded and might not even hear the ani-song that she bought as punishment.
“ANO...ano... Everything’s fine Takamina. Ah...ah...” Kashiwagi begins, eyes darting every which way and hands throwing out meaningless gestures. Mayu sees her take a deep breath, lowering her hands to her sides and curling them into a tight fist—Mayu knows that this is the time that Kashiwagi rats her out and prepares to stand at least with a dignified expression.
She didn’t know what expression it was though.
Kashiwagi then smiles politely, turning to the group of boys and surveying them. “Takamina, would you mind if we first bring them to the clinic? I think some of them are badly injured.” She says, even throwing a worried glance again at the group.
“Ah, you’re too kind, Yuki.” The president answers, turning her pointing finger at the vice-president this time while shaking her head. Mayu pled to high heaven that they would just leave.
“Come on, come on. We’ll have sensei talk to you guys at the infirmary.” Takahashi says, motioning for the group who were all now looking at Kashiwagi with almost identical dreamy smiles to start moving in front of her. She made them form a line and started marching them to the clinic... or wherever...Mayu really does not care. Finally! The smell was seconds away from making her nose fall off.
“Would you mind coming out of there, Watanabe-san.”
Mayu couldn’t really say that she was surprised when Kashiwagi immediately walked towards the fence and peered through it at her with a very confused expression the moment the president rounded the corner of the building with the delinquents—still she couldn’t help but sigh. She was so close to sneaking in without incident.
The older girl’s confusion immediately turned to disgust as she takes a couple of steps back, her nose visibly wrinkling from the smell of the garbage.
“Get...what...get out of there, Ma—Watanabe-san...” she says through the hand that she had thrown over her mouth and nose.
Mayu scales the fence, watching the taller girl warily as the girl kept on repeating for her to be careful with an increasingly panicked voice. She climbs over the top finally and lands on the cover of the garbage bins that had probably wrecked her sense of smell. Kashiwagi walked closer, extending both her hands slightly as if too catch her, still going on and on about being careful.
“Shut up already... I’ll be careful.” She dismisses when the repetition finally gets on her nerves as she bends her knees to jump down to the ground. Kashiwagi did stop her needless pestering but she was immediately by Mayu’s side when she lands grasping her right arm tightly and assisting her to stand.
She rolls her eyes as she shakes herself free from the girl’s grasp. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
Mayu wonders if Kashiwagi was even listening to her when the girl steps even closer and started dusting her off and inspecting her for scrapes. She repeats that she’s fine as she takes a step back from the girl who upon securing that Mayu was fine started to lose her exaggerated panic and begun to frown.
“You left school grounds.” The older girl says disapprovingly, waving her hand towards the fence.
Mayu wonders if it would be worth the trip to the office just for the chance of calling Kashiwagi: Captain Obvious.
The other girl lets out a defeated sigh when Mayu just blinked at her—because really what can she really say? She’d been caught red-handed.
“I—Watanabe—“
“—Embrace me through the night.”
Kashiwagi trails off as Mayu interrupts her, her jaw dropping again but more slowly this time, her eyes blinking rapidly.
“Wha—what?” she manages after a moment of just the two of them staring at each other.
“That’s the movie title... right, Kashiwagi-senpai?”
Yes... it was her only way out. Blackmail it is then.
“Are you... are you threatening me right now?” the girl exclaims in disbelief stepping closer to Mayu and reaching a hand as if to grab her but never did, just continued gaping at her like a fish.
Mayu tries to look nonchalant as she speaks, this was her only way out of getting grounded, “It’s not a threat, senpai. A deal. No one will know that I snuck out of school and no one will know that...well... no one will know that you’re...” Mayu almost laughed at the way Kashiwagi almost lurched to get to her, raising both her hands to try and cover Mayu’s mouth.
“A pervert.”
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i like itt !! please update soon !! :bow:
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haha at first i tought that the movie was a romantic one, but Mayuyu said that Yuki was a pervert haahaha what were you watching Yukirin xDD
i will be waiting for the next parts! >u<
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The start of Mayuki fanfic seems more than nice to me ^^
I'll look forward the next chapter!
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I want more Mayuki! :twothumbs
Just what in the world is Yuki's hobby for Mayu to say she's a pervert? XD
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Hello! This chapter would be kind of a filler I'm sorry since the next chapter is taking a bit too long to construct. This would be kind of fluffy(not really :lol:) but the next chapter would probably be the fall out so yeah... this one is happier in comparison.
I'll do the replies on the final chapter so thank you very much for reading this fic. :twothumbs
Chapter 7
Part 2
The moment she saw her, Rena wanted to open the door again and get out of the building. Their last meeting really only ended in embarrassment for her, a sobbing mess in the younger girl’s arms, the pounding of her heart drowning away Jurina’s mumbled words of comfort.
She acted stupid. Really stupid.
But Jurina was acting even more stupid now.
The younger girl was balancing a whole stack of text books and a net book in one hand and a cup noodle in the other, taking shaky steps towards one of the tables scattered in the lobby of the apartment building. Rena just knows that it will all end up in a mess so against her better judgment and her flight instincts warning her she approaches Jurina who was looking straight ahead, her mouth set in a determined line and her eyes firmly on her prize.
“Ju...rina-san...” she calls watching Jurina blink as if woken up from a stupor before turning her head towards her.
“Ohayou, Rena-san~” she singsongs in greeting, her lips quirking in a smile as Rena steps closer and takes the net book and the cup noodles from her.
“Ah... arigato!”
Rena feels even more embarrassed as she stupidly mumbles her reply of ‘you’re welcome’ instead of actually saying it properly like a normal person would. The warmth that was rapidly claiming her cheeks was not helping their situation at all.
Jurina ignores her awkwardness though and Rena... likes her even more.
The books were deposited with a heavy thud on the table and Jurina lets out an anguished sigh, immediately stretching her arms and rotating her shoulders as she dropped on one of the plastic chairs. Rena follows suit and sets the cup and the net book in front of the exaggerated girl.
Should she excuse herself now?
“Rena-san, you’re in college now, right?” Jurina pipes up, her aggrieved act forgotten as she gazed up expectantly at Rena.
“Ah...hai.” Rena answers feeling gradually stupider when she couldn’t help but avert her eyes from Jurina’s. The girl looked so harmless and puppy like, what was her problem?!
“Since Rena-san is older than me...” Jurina starts and Rena wonders if she only imagined the inflection that the girl placed on ‘older’, “she’s surely more knowledgeable... Thank you for volunteering for tutorials, the whole Matsui clan will remember your kind heart.” She finishes, taking a huge sip from her cup noodles then proceeding to usher Rena in the seat opposite her.
“Wh—what tutorials? No way... I can’t be responsible if you fail.” Rena panics, all her head contains are medical terminologies that Jurina will have absolutely no use for and nothing else. Hadn’t she been calling herself stupid all morning?
Jurina suddenly frowns at her and Rena feels like panicking even more, “What’s up with you automatically assuming I’ll fail. Together we stand, Rena-san, divided we fall.” She finishes losing her frown and nodding sagely at Rena.
“I think you’ve been reading too many books already.” Rena couldn’t help but say as the girl kept spouting off quotations about camaraderie. Jurina was seconds away from making a pun about it and Rena would rather they not embarrass themselves further.
“Think about the Matsui ancestors, their legacy is riding on my shoulders.” Jurina ignores her as she continues in a dramatic voice, the smile that she’s suppressing making her cheeks quiver.
Rena feels herself steadily lose her blush at every silly argument Jurina throws out and she rolls her eyes at that last one. “Why can’t their legacy ride on my shoulders? I think I’m more intelligent.”
The younger girl hushes her with a careless wave of her hand, “our ancestors are NOT the same, Rena-san.” Jurina starts laughing, “that would have been awkward.”
The warmth rapidly returns to her cheeks as Jurina’s laughter painfully tapers off though she determinately retains her smile, averting her eyes from Rena’s as she switched her attention to opening her net book.
The overwhelming need to leave consumes Rena making her fidget in her seat but she knows... she knows that she owes it to Jurina to stay and weather whatever uncomfortable-ness their situation is bound to generate. Jurina apologized for running away and promised not to anymore... Rena has to stay in this seat no matter what.
Mahh... that was kind of dramatic.
“Do you have an exam?” she manages to ask the girl who was grinning at something on the screen of her device. “I don’t think whatever you’re doing counts as studying.” She follows up as Jurina burst into giggles.
The younger girl immediately swivels the net book so that the screen was facing Rena, getting out of her seat almost in a flash to stand behind Rena who looks back at the girl bewildered. Jurina just points at the screen and places both her hands on the older girl’s shoulders, forcing Rena to look away as she leaned closer.
“The pandas are really cute... look at that one slide.” Jurina says...at least Rena thinks that that was what Jurina said as she can’t focus on anything other than the gentle breath that was touching her neck—bared due to the ponytail that she had messily made earlier, and the warm hands on her shoulders.
What was happening?
Jurina laughs lightly again and Rena feels like she was overheating, fighting the urge to place her hands on her chest in a vain attempt to stop the sudden throbbing of her heart.
“You—you really should start studying...” she throws out, reaching a hand to bring down the screen and shrugging Jurina’s hands to get out of the chair in one fluid motion.
“But the pandas—“
“The pandas can wait—anyway I—I have to go.”
Rena almost stumbles on her own feet in her haste to get out of there, answering Jurina’s concerned questions with a hurried ‘I’m fine. I’m fine.’, trying to reach the elevator as fast as possible without running.
“I’m sorry, Rena-san.” Jurina calls out dejectedly just before Rena could step into the elevator and escape whatever hellish, inappropriate feelings Jurina’s suddenly making her feel.
Rena stops and feels absolutely awful, turning on her heels and retracing her steps back to that table. She waits until Jurina looks up again at her.
“It’s my fault. I’m sorry, Jurina.”
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The awkwardness still hadn’t left them, Rena surmised, as she looks above the top of the Microbiology book that she had retrieved from her room upstairs to peer at Jurina who was frowning at her history book.
Jurina looks up apparently to memorize what she had read and caught Rena’s eyes. The younger girl smiles at her for a moment before her gaze turns unfocused as she starts muttering historical facts.
It was the separation.
It was the separation, Rena thinks, as her eyes uncontrollably follow Jurina’s every twitch and movement. It was that one week where Rena just knew that they were never going to talk to each other ever again. It was that loneliness that sunk into her stomach and made her feel ill that was making her act this way. That ill-feeling is still lingering.
The sight of Jurina makes it simultaneously better and worst.
“Rena-san.”
Rena averts her eyes quickly since it felt creepy how she had whiled away the minutes staring at the underaged girl.
“Yes?”
A book was pushed closer to her and Rena looks at Jurina questioningly.
“Can you see if what I’m saying is even in the vicinity of what is actually written?”
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Rena had spent the better part of that week sitting across from Jurina as the younger girl studied for her exams, asking Jurina standard questions from the latter’s book and hearing her complain about the number of names and dates that she had to memorize over and over again. The girl loathed History, like all high school students really, and made sure that Rena knows it.
Rena would be lying if she said that she had gotten over the sudden effect that Jurina was having on her cardiovascular system as the unwarranted blushes and the throbbing of her heart still persisted whenever Jurina smiles at her a certain way or when they get too close for comfort... but Rena is certain that it would fade. She missed her and was scared of losing her and this was just the effect of the relief that she was feeling... it would pass away with continued exposure.
She was reading her medical books a time too many.
[TBC]
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Note: Sorry about the long delay! But here it is the final part of chapter 7. So... yeah... this won't be pretty :nervous
olive29: Thank you very much for your kind words. :love: This chapter is heavy on the emotional front as well so I hope you like it.
Mashioou: Mariko does seem to like affectionately trolling Sayaka doesn't she? :lol: I like Kojiyuu too, don't worry, I just like Mariharu a little more haha.
Yuuyu: Yeah... Rena's going through the wringer this time :lol:... Thank you very much for reading.
Again, thank you very much to everyone reading this fic. I hope you'll like this one as well.
Chapter 7
Final Part
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Rena watches her hands clumsily fasten that one stubborn button on her coat, shaking slightly from the cold, as the blue cloth gradually gets spotted by white. Rena blinks, and the spots had become spots of a darker blue before being covered by the falling snow once again. Failing again with that one button—it was a whole history of battles that she had never won since she bought that coat in her first year—she pulls the sides of the wool beret that she was wearing in slight irritation, causing her fringe to cover her eyes farther.
She tries to watch the world through the strands of her hair for awhile in curiosity before swiping them away. The whole campus before her was succumbing to winter, green gradually being covered by the steadily falling snow, leaves disappearing under a precarious canopy of white, the space before her dotted with the physical representation of the falling chill. Rena watches as students lazily make their way to classes, pulling on their coats and rubbing their hands together, the path that they had taken remaining long after they had left.
The gloves that she had placed beside her on the wooden bench feels cold when she pulls it on, Rena yawns and closes her eyes for a moment, imagines the History class that she had missed because of being here, imagines Yuki looking oddly at her empty seat.
This isn’t something that a friend would do.
“Rena-san!”
Rena opens her eyes to a ball of snow exploding in her face.
Jurina didn’t look sorry at all.
It wasn’t right to think it but she was missing her already.
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Jurina drops down next to her, shrugging off the snow still on her hair from Rena’s retaliation, still so enthusiastic even in the lulling cold morning. Rena reaches out a hand to help her... thinks better of it and pulls it back quickly to tangle in her own hair before the younger girl notices.
She notices the big backpack seated in between them and looks disbelievingly at Jurina. “This is all you’re bringing?” she asks as the other girl noisily zips up her leather jacket.
Jurina nods absentmindedly as she finishes her task before facing Rena with a smile again, “Yup! Is there something wrong?” she asks, but from her tone Rena knows that she’s just baiting her.
“Ok then.” She answers plainly, watching as Jurina instantly frowns at her.
“There clearly is. Aren’t you going to ask why I brought only this much?” she follows up almost with a whine and Rena turns a little to hide her smile.
“You don’t seem to be bothered by it...so—“
“—Rena-san~”
Rena allows the smile to graze her face as she turns again to finally ask Jurina why. To her confusion, the girl only blinked back at her for awhile, staring until Rena could feel the warmth on her cheeks successfully chasing away the encompassing chill, until Rena feels embarrassed for both of them and waves her hand in front of the other girl.
Jurina acts like nothing has happened, and like how things have been between them lately, they both smile determinately and glosses over that ‘irregularity—anomaly’ in their friendship.
“We’ve agreed to go backpacking across Arizona! Tomu said we were all insane and that she wants better friends and Annin contemplated not coming but they were overruled by the majority. It’s better to travel lightly, you know.”
Rena agrees with Tomu and Annin, whoever they maybe... and wonders how Shinoda-san had allowed her sister to leave the country on ‘a chase for the sun’(Jurina’s words, not hers) only with that puny—well it wasn’t really—bag. She was about to say so when Jurina glances at her wristwatch and jumps off the bench, sinking slightly as the the built up snow gives way under her feet.
“Well... I have to go, I’m picking up Annin to make sure she doesn’t actually ditch us.” She says as she stands there almost expectantly in front of Rena.
“Okay, I’m pretty sure you guys won’t be smelling nice when you come back but have fun anyway.” Rena answers, tightening her hold on the edges of the wooden bench with both of her hands, and forcing a teasing smile at Jurina. Jurina sticks out her tongue in revenge for a moment but still stood there, holding on one of the straps of her dangling bag with both hands.
“Don’t miss me too much, okay?” she finally says with a voice that almost breaks at the end, erasing the teasing manner she initially adopted to say it. Her smile looks pained for a moment and Rena feels that sinking in her stomach again... she feels ill again. It would only be two weeks and Rena shouldn’t think that she’ll miss her this much.
“Just come back soon, so I won’t.”
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Masana was staring at a group of middle school students chatting on the table next to them, gliding her finger on the screen of her phone on the table absentmindedly, that wistful smile never leaving her face. And Rena wouldn’t really have noticed since she was becoming increasingly befuddled and sleepy from the text on her book if only Yuki wasn’t pointing at Masana disbelievingly with large exaggerated hand movements.
None of them were really even in the realm of progress in their studying. Churi—Takayanagi Akane—sitting next to Rena and taking pictures of them, had long surrendered, her constant clicking only interspersed with yearnings for vacation.
“Masanya... we’re going to get reported, please stop.” Rena tries, throwing a fry her friend’s way. Masana blinked once and colored immediately.
“Give me that, Churi! Don’t tag a picture of us with #lolicontime... what is wrong with you? The Watanabes are going to fire me if Mayu sees this!”
“Watanabe-chan’s not a loli anymore...” Masana says in contemplation almost regretful and Rena chews on her melon pan feeling a headache coming at the absurd conversation happening around her. Her phone vibrates and Rena opens the e-mail to Jurina’s dirty face.
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Subject: Almost got killed!
From: Jurina-chan <3
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Rena rolls her eyes and contemplated changing again the name that Jurina used to input her details on Rena’s phone.
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I tried to tease Annin a little while we were trudging around the Grand Canyon(Picture coming up!) earlier but she pushed me so hard I almost fell off! That near death experience only made me realize that I miss Rena-san a lot!(^o^) How’s your studying going? I find it helpful to look at cute panda videos once in a while to clear my head. This method is Mari-chan approved!
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Rena glances sideways at Yuki, clamping her lips tightly to prevent the amused smile that she knows is coming. Her best friend was still inspecting Churi’s photos for incriminating pictures and tags, Masana and Churi both lamenting every deleted picture—Rena lets a quiet smile slip pass and settles farther in her seat, clutching her phone with both hands.
Jurina had been gone for almost two weeks and Rena had found herself—like how she did that week that Jurina ignored her—anxious for...contact. That weight in her stomach falls heavier whenever she receives these playful messages and those increasingly haggard pictures, she feels oddly lonely seeing Jurina’s smiling face.
She’d always been a little bit selfish... just great at denying it to herself most of the time.
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Subject: Soap
To: Jurina-chan <3
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You don’t seem to be that worried about almost dying though, Jurina-san. Please remember to take a bath once in a while.
Our studying...is not going. You did seem to be having a lot of fun watching those videos instead of studying. Let’s watch them together when you get back.
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Rena closes her eyes and pushes a drawn out sigh through her teeth... she shouldn’t have included that last part. Her phone vibrates again and Rena almost didn’t want to read Jurina’s reply.
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I want to go back now then. ^-^
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Yuki had her lips pursed staring at her when Rena averts her eyes from the screen and from the way her friend was looking at her, Rena didn’t need the warmth rapidly migrating to her cheeks to know that she was blushing.
Yuki wasn’t smiling teasingly at her though... they both knew that it was a problem.
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Haruna would have probably laughed at Minami’s face if the situation was different— she had never turned down an opportunity to laugh at the shorter girl. Her friend looked so scandalized and confused, pushing herself to the edge of her seat and almost sliding off of it to disappear under the table, her eyes shifting from every person in the table. Haruna tries not to follow Takamina’s gaze though when she directs it in the general vicinity of Mariko, instead looking the other way only to be met with Sayaka’s equally confused face and Atsuko’s almost displeased expression, her fork still raised and the pasta gradually slipping off it.
It was supposed to be a fun night out for all of them though the ‘out’ part didn’t really come into fruition since both she and Sayaka were already tired from the rehearsals that they had done earlier for the fashion show and they both had absolutely no will left to walk around. Minami and Mariko was then bullied— Mariko, more bribed that bullied really—to cook dinner for them and it was going around so smoothly: Minami was telling a story that no one was even vaguely interested about except Mariko who was laughing probably more at the storyteller that the story and Sayaka had already roped all of them to a karaoke session the next Saturday; Atsuko gobbled down the food and only stopped to embarrass Minami as usual and Mariko threw random puns—stolen from Jurina, definitely—at random times whenever Sayaka was saying something, her grin widening the more the other girl got irritated.
The conversation came into a painful halt however after Haruna asked Minami whether she wants to go to the mall with her, adding in a joke that she’ll try to fix her wardrobe, the next day since she had no one to accompany her. Mariko then asks—and Haruna really should have expected it—if ‘Nyaro’ had forgotten that she had already agreed to come with her.
Haruna had not forgotten... but she had not forgotten as well what almost happened that night in Ohori-san’s office and neither had she forgotten Sato-san’s message still sitting there in her inbox asking her if she wouldn’t mind if Mariko cancelled since he had just arrived from his office trip and wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend. That was how he phrased it—and people had always called her a bit of an air-head but even she could read the obvious possessiveness in that message.
Mariko went from smiling at her, mildly amused at her ‘forgetfulness’, to blank-faced, withdrawing from resting her chin on both her hands, as Haruna explained as casually as she could that she thinks that since Sato-san had just arrived yesterday Mariko should spend the day with him. She had pushed her plate suddenly the moment Haruna said Sato-san’s name, her hands balling up immediately almost to rein her frustration in.
Haruna watches as the older girl closes her eyes and breathes out a little, one hand coming up to run through her curled strands once before muttering a breathy apology and then remained silent staring at her lap. Haruna averts her gaze and the situation stayed like that for awhile.
Mariko was unfair. Haruna thinks as she watches Minami try to open her mouth before closing it again. This wasn’t how a normal person in a relationship should be acting. Mariko was acting so negligent of Sato-san and Haruna, as her best friend, has to help her realize that... has to know her place. She won’t placate her because she wasn’t wrong this time.
Atsuko surprises her when she grabs her own plate with one hand and Minami with the other. “Please, please talk it out.” She says as she makes Minami grab Sayaka and marches them out of Mariko’s unit.
Haruna turns to Mariko, expecting her to say something—Mariko had always been the one who likes scolding her—but Mariko just continued staring at her lap and Haruna after playing with her utensils for awhile decides to break the silence.
“I’m not going to apologize.” She says firmly, wanting to quickly do the opposite after Mariko finally looks up, her eyes lined with unshed tears. Mariko despite her personality had always been a bit of a cry baby. Haruna turns her attention to the utensils again and continues, “I—I think you two should spend more time together. You’ve been cold to him, Mariko—Sato-san’s... right... you shouldn’t be prioritizing me. I’m not young anymore, Mariko, I can take care of myself now. Sato-sa—“
“I don’t care about him!”
“Mari—“
“I know I’m selfish.” Mariko interrupts, smiling derisively at herself after, “I’ve always been—and I don’t care about him if you’re part of the equation. You know this... no matter how many times you or anyone else say that I’m too invested in you...it’s not going to change. I won’t care about anything else in a situation that involves you, Haruna.”
Haruna passes the spoon that she was holding from one hand to the other, bowing forward to allow her hair to fall a little and cover her face. She hears Mariko sigh in frustration and she grabs the spoon tighter to stop herself from turning just to see the look on the other woman’s face. “It’s not normal.” She says then, barely audible to her own ears. “I’m just your friend... Sato-san’s your boyfriend.”
“Haruna, would you at least look at me.” Mariko says, then scoffs a little when Haruna refuses with a shake of her head. “You’re my...best friend—“
There was that pause again, Haruna thinks as Mariko trails off for a moment, What does it mean Mariko? What do you want me to say when you pause like that? Why can’t you just say what you mean, you know I hate puzzles.
“—my best friend, I won’t put someone else above you when I’ve known you almost all my life... you say that I hardly spend time with him. I hardly spent any time with you when you moved out and became scarce all of a sudden—“
“It’s my fault now then, Mariko, huh?” She hears the bite in her words, this had really gotten old very fast and she never had that much patience to begin with.
“No! Haruna!” Mariko sounded on the verge of really crying, her words shaky despite its volume and Haruna finally turns to see Mariko angrily wiping her tears away. “This is so frustrating! I hate that Shinji’s meddling with us like this. Just—just what do you want me to do, Haruna?”
I want you to say what you actually want to say, instead of asking me what I want you to do all the time.
The spoon clatters on the bowl as she lets it go to lean over the table and wipe some of Mariko’s tears away for her, she tries to smile gently despite the burning in her eyes. “I want us to stop acting like this. I hate fighting with you—we’re best friends right, Mari-chan? Let’s act like friends, huh... like how you act with Sayaka and Minami and Atsuko. I want you to go out with Sato-san tomorrow and act like a girlfriend. This way...this way... we won’t fight as much anymore.”
Mariko stares at her for awhile as Haruna lowers her hands, no longer crying, her cheeks slightly flushed and her lashes still wet and Haruna thinks, not for the first time, that Mariko was sometimes so pretty that it hurts to look at her. She places her hands on the table and starts to move away.
Mariko grabs her and pulls—and Haruna thinks first before every thought is obliterated: Mariko really never listens to what anyone wants—meeting her halfway as she rises slightly in her seat in a clumsy kiss that was every bit of that first kiss that they never had when they had dated as kids, not a thought given to technique just overwhelming emotions and the need to get closer—just a little bit closer... and Haruna knows that Mariko had answered her questions finally.
“Let’s be friends then, Nyaro.”
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Her heart was going to leave her chest the rate that it was going, Rena thinks, and closes her eyes as the dizzying panic overwhelms her again, her hands shaking as she tries to wrap it around her knob and pull...it was locked and Rena rattles it anyway wildly before almost dropping her clutch bag in her frenzied search for her keys.
The door opens and Rena takes shaky but hurried steps inside, giving up on the lights when she fails to locate the switch by touch once, and dazedly she makes her way to her bedroom, stubbing her toe so hard on an unknown furniture that tears sprang in her eyes almost immediately.
She can’t be bothered with it though as she continues, throwing her bedroom open and slamming it close. Her bed sinks down under her weight as she sits down at the edge of it and Rena doubles over to steady the whirring filling her ears and the unsteady ocean in her head. She takes up the frantic search of her clutch bag once again and her phone’s screen illuminates her face as she finds it.
Rena takes in calming gulps of air as she searches for her contacts.
The ringing raises her anxiety to almost impossible levels and Rena feels like being sick from the worry that takes over her.
“Moshi moshi? Rena-san?”
“Jurina-san...”
Shinoda-san looked for all the world like she had really just met Rena for the first time, offering her hand with a polite greeting, if only Rena hadn’t noticed the slight hardening of her jaw. Matsui-sensei calls her Mariko-chan, almost patronisingly, and didn’t seem that particularly pleased to see her and Shinoda-san kept her polite smile so well that Rena couldn’t tell if the sentiment was returned....Rena couldn’t really tell anything anymore since her heart started to palpitate so hard that she could hardly stay seated at that table.
It wasn’t so hard to guess who the connecting factor between them was.
The conversations in that restaurant started to become one loud, continuous buzzing that was making her head hurt and the sight of Shinoda-san talking about...Jurina... with her...father made Rena want to stand and run away.
Matsui. Matsui Jurina.
“Hai? Did you miss me so much to actually call me?”
“I want to see you...I want to see you, Jurina.”
[TBC]
Final notes haha: Have you guys seen the Mae shika mukanee film ver. Jurina and Mayu were giving off severe Nezumi/Center vibes to me haha, well Jurina more than Mayu.
Lastly, Happy 17th Birthday to Jurina!
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This chapter is... SUPERB
Rena is starting to have feelings for Jurina... It's more obvious when Jurina left her for two weeks...
I hope she tell her problems, about Ju and that Matsui-sensei to Yuki so Yuki maybe could knock some sense into her head...
Rena and Mariko met accidentally when Rena was having a 'date' with Matsui-sensei.. Wonder what Mariko would do... Will she ask Rena to stop seeing Jurina?? Will she be mad at Rena?? Will she tell Jurina that Rena is going to marry her father??
Because we know how protective Mariko is towards Jurina.. So I know she won't just sit and watch, because it's involve her beloved sister...
Rena is in a pinch...
And there's MariHaru...
Mariko loves Haruna... Ever since in high school, Mariko love her... And Haruna didn't know that, did she??
Hopefully that kiss will bring out Haruna's feeling for Mariko..
So many emotions in this chapter, really....
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...Jurina... with her...father made Rena want to stand and run away.
Well if something like this would happened to me, there is high possibility that I would be already dead.
1: Mariko would kill me
2: I don't think I could handle it.
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I NEED an update for this, I'm so into the story that I can't wait!!!! :inlove: :banghead:
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This fic is a challenge to read in public when it puts you through such an emotional whirlwind that you can't keep a straight face.
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Title:Aikata
Word Count:609
Pairing: Sakurai Reika/Wakatsuki Yumi
Note: Well, I've watched that Nogi Doko episode and really liked this pairing(Reika was a mess lol), I've also read javs' Nogizaka fic and really liked it, seriously please read it.(^-^)
Note2: Regarding "Just Missed My Stop" I'll probably not be updating it this month, probably April, since my finals is coming up. I'm really sorry and I promise to update as soon as I can.
Last Note: I admit I'm not very familiar with Nogizaka46 since I'm mainly an AKB fan so I'm sorry if the characters act a little inconsistently. This is a one-shot by the way.
Prologue.
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Yumi guesses that she could only blame the other members for her predicament and maybe the fact that she didn't escape from this friendship the first chance she got.
And maybe that unfortunate valentine special too-- it's not like she hadn't suffered enough because of it, being thoroughly embarrassed continuously by Reika's rejection.
She stares at the mirror despondently for a moment, raises a hand to push up the wide rimmed glasses that had fallen slightly askew--Reika had handed those to her, placed it on her actually--and lets out a long suffering sigh that was probably the tenth one that she had let out as she was fixing herself. She pulls on the brown wig that Reika had also handed to her and surveys if she looked "ikemen" enough as their captain demanded.
She really should learn to say no to her.
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Mattsun was twirling her hair and swiveling on her chair as she whines about the love-ban rule and the fact that she'll never actually get a real taste of valentines and Yumi watches, getting alarmed, as other members started joining in the whining--getting increasingly agitated.
Reika opens her mouth beside her and from the look on her face, nodding slightly with her brows scrunched together, Yumi was pretty sure she was actually going to join them. She scoots her chair closer to Reika to stop her from failing to be a captain again but before she could raise a hand to knock some sense into her, Reika shuts her mouth and tilts her head momentarily in contemplation.
Yumi feels stupid for feeling proud that her best friend-probably?- got a clue.
"Hey...Hey...settle down." Reika says but the others were so consumed by well...hormones, most likely, that they they didn't pay that much attention to her...none at all actually.
Mah, that's nothing new...
"URUSAI!!!" Reika says again, her admittedly thin patience wearing almost immediately and the others all stop to look at her. Reika then whips out a smile that she usually uses for photo shoots and fan meets and the others all roll their eyes at her, even Yumi can't help but join them.
"Minna, don't be like this. Aren't we idols? I'm sure that the adoration that we get from our fans is more than enough to compensate for a boyfriend. That's love too you know." she says cheerily, throwing out her fist in meaningless triumph at the end and Yumi felt so much second-hand embarrassment at that last gesture that she had to avert her eyes from the enthusiastic captain.
"Eh, I don't think you can say that when you haven't even dated, Sakurai, ever." Maiyan says, trying to look innocent but failing to hide her smirk. She really likes to mess with everyone...
The others started to agree with her and Reika started to color from embarrassment and also indignation, knowing her; and Yumi notices Maiyan looking around almost shocked at the others' reactions--she really did just mention it as a throw away joke.
"Fine! I'll date and after I'll tell you guys, that it's not all that, at all!"
"How are you--" Yumi tries but Ikoma beats her to it, asking almost worriedly if Reika was serious since that would then be a violation of the love-ban rule.
Reika didn't even miss a beat as she pointed immediately at her, keeping her gaze on the rest of the group. Yumi scoots back, away from Reika's finger, already feeling slightly ill since she knows this scheme that her friend is cooking up is not going to be anything other than trouble.
"I'll date Wakachin and I'll show you guys!"
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I'm really sorry again and I promise to update more regularly once vacation starts.
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Hello, I had some free time from my hellish examinations so I decided to finish this part of chapter 8 and post it. I promise that once vacation starts I'll start to update more regularly. I'm sorry again.
Notes: The italics are again Mariharu flashbacks from High School, the first one is Haruna's and the second is Mariko's. I think this gives a little bit of idea on why Mariko and Haruna's relationship was such a mess. On the WMatsui front...well, the mess is coming with the speed of light... :lol:.
Yuuyu: Miichan's always so dramatic in the best way :lol: and well, please don't read this one in public as well...
Fausto: Here's the update! I'm sorry it's so late but I hope you'll like this one as well.
Zita: In that shukan episode Mariko was really scary! Rena's predicament is kind of Haruna's fault though since Mariko was supposed to be in the mall with her.
Olive29: Yuki and Airi would have quality time with Rena in the next chapter...and let's just say...she'll need it :D
Last Note: I'm having Atsumina feels lately if anyone would please please suggests me fics to read!
Chapter 8
Part One
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Haruna feels Mariko staring at her from her seat next to her but she ignored her and continued playing with her game boy. Mariko audibly sighs and Haruna momentarily loses the rhythm of her rapid fire punching of the button A as she imagines the accompanying eye roll that Mariko must have done.
They were all bored, Mariko can’t expect her to entertain her all the time.
She feels the other girl lean closer and from her peripheral she could see the older girl place her elbow on Haruna’s arm table, sighing loudly again before reaching out a hand to play with her hair.
“Tell me what I have to do oh, Kojima-hime, so that I would be worthy of being looked upon.” Mariko drawls sarcastically and Haruna peeks up at her once just to glare at her smirking face before turning her attention back to her game.
“I don’t think Ojiisan-sensei is coming.” Mariko says again after awhile of her just turning and turning Haruna’s hair around her pointer finger. Haruna makes a non-commital sound at that before yelling in surprise when Mariko releases the strands she was previously playing with to hit the off button on Haruna’s device.
“Nandeeee!!!?” Haruna says, ignoring all the heads that had turned towards them. She vaguely hears Sayaka say Mariko’s name in a voice that suggest that it was the only explanation necessary. Mariko looked up at her with a smile that suggests that she’s pissed as well. She could almost feel the frustration mounting, Mariko always liked to pick fights with her with no apparent reason at all.
She pinches the bridge of her nose to calm herself before moving her head so that she was closer to the other girl who was staring at her like she was the only person in that room with her. “Why would you do that, Mari-chan?! I was so close to winning.” She whispers harshly, trailing her eyes away from her best friend to the rest of her classmates who were all obviously trying to eavesdrop.
“What?” Mariko whispers back heatedly, before remembering herself and changing her tone to a more neutral one, the poker face that she was so known for blanketing her face again. “What? Can’t I get angry when I’ve been trying to talk to you for an hour and all I get are either grunts or variations of ‘you’re noisy’ or ‘play with someone else.’ Am I a kid?”
“Well, why can’t you ‘play’ with someone else, though? It’s not like no one would want to.” Haruna answers back, annoyance lacing her words.
“I don’t want to...’play’—what are we 10?—with anyone else.”
“Why not? You always did before when I told you I have to focus on my game.”
Mariko looks down at that and Haruna furrows her brows in confusion when her ears begin to redden, “It’s different now... I want to spend time with you more.”
“Why?” Haruna asks and almost slapped herself because she really sounded dumb.
Mariko looks up and for a moment Haruna thought that she might cry before that mask takes over again and Mariko waves a hand as if to say whatever, before pushing herself away from Haruna—the legs of her seat scratching gratingly on the cement floor—and standing up to approach a group of girls who were all grouped around a pile of fashion magazines who almost had a seizure upon seeing her walk to them.
Haruna looks down at the black screen of her game boy for a while as the room lights up with chatters again, she could faintly hear Mariko talking about eyeliners, before turning the device on and resuming her game.
They were fighting again.
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Rena feels cold, lying halfway in bed, her feet on the carpet—heels having been kicked off somewhere. The blanket was just beneath her but she really had no will left to move, so she allows the shivers to course through her body as she looks up dazedly at the unlit fluorescent bulb barely visible in her darkening room.
[/i]“English is really hard, Rena-san! We got lost so much and it was an absolute nightmare asking for directions...”[/i]
Jurina was still talking to her and Rena blinks back the tears that were starting to gather again... how could she have gotten herself in this situation?
Ne, Jurina...did you know?... I’m marrying your father.
Rena could feel her heart beat speeding up again and frankly, she could barely hear Jurina since the panic was continually deafening her ears... but she could hear her.
“Yuka was such a huge baka, she just kept on repeating—“
She could still hear her... she still doesn’t know...
You said you wanted to be with me forever, right? Well... it seems that that would be possible. It’s funny, ne?”
“I bought something for you! It’s a souvenir shirt—hmm... it says—“
Rena bites her knuckles hard as she feels the sob coming, angrily swiping away the fallen tears. She shouldn’t have called. It was a mistake that was only making her feel worse, it was only making her predicament seem even more real... yes, here is the daughter of the man you’re marrying.
But...she had to hear her... all she could think about as she emptily smiled goodbye to him, as she made that absent-minded, panic-stricken dash home—was that she wanted to hear her... talk just the same way she had always done. She was so taken by fear that when Jurina answers the phone it would just be a barrage of accusations—she had seen Shinoda-san stiffen momentarily, seen that flash of anger in her eyes—accusations seems to be the only way things would go.
Jurina sounded the same though and Rena felt relieved for a moment before she realizes that she had to be the one to make Jurina sound different. She had to tell her.
I’m going to be your mother... at least you already know me, right? If she laughed now, would it really look like she had lost her mind.
“Mou, are you even listening to me?”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, the huskiness in her voice stayed as she finally answered the other girl, thankfully it doesn’t seem like she would be wracked by sobs again. “I—I have something to say to you—“
“Are you okay?” Jurina interrupts her, the feigned annoyance that she had adopted earlier being replaced by anxiousness. Rena takes a deep breath again, covers her phone as she tries to clear her throat.
“I’m fine... but—“
“Are you crying? Why? Are you hurt somewhere?” She sighs as Jurina interrupts again, sounding increasingly worried with every word and Rena just wanted to blurt it out at her... just so it would be over. She couldn’t do that to someone she cared for though, none of this was Jurina’s fault. She didn’t know what she wanted but she knew that she didn’t want to hurt Jurina.
“Is it him—your fiancé...I mean. Did he make you cry?” Jurina asks with such hesitancy that Rena wonders if the other girl regretted bringing up the topic halfway through her question.
“No...he—he didn’t...I want to talk to you...” Rena opens her eyes finally as she trained her gaze on the ceiling finding the silhouette of the bulb again, she takes a breath again—was her lungs failing her? “about my fiancé.”
Jurina didn’t answer for a long moment that Rena wondered if the younger girl had hanged up on her, “ Does he make you happy?”
Rena wanted to tell Jurina to shut up and stop asking questions that Rena didn’t want to know the answers to—she just wants to tell her, so that it would come from her. “He does... we’ve been together almost for three years, and there was never a moment were I was unhappy.”
Now Rena wanted to tell herself to shut up, but she couldn’t stop the lies from coming out of her mouth. They had to be happy... she had to be happy, for Jurina, it couldn’t just be a relationship out of some deal. This was her father...Rena couldn’t just use him. This was Jurina’s feelings she trampled on, it can’t just be some business deal.
“That’s—that’s...ah... I couldn’t do this...afterall...” Jurina’s burst of laughter sounded so devoid of joy that Rena wanted to stop it, reach through the phone and cover her mouth. “Gomen, Rena-san... I really want to...but... I can’t...still.”
She considers pushing the conversation despite Jurina’s disposition but she felt that that would be heartless.
“When I come back... tell me then... about him. I promise I’ll listen, I’ll be your friend...I promise, but...I can’t right now. Are you mad?”
“I’m not mad. Okay, I’ll tell you then... you’ll—you’ll be my friend right?” Rena feels her heart beat decreasing, it was easier to breath and she knows that for all her conviction... she preferred it if she never had to tell her... ever. This slight respite, though so momentary, was so relieving.
“ I’ll be your friend, Rena-san. I promise.
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Rena had hardly slept that night plagued with the nightmare of walking over and over across the aisle in her wedding dress with Jurina seated in one of the front pews clapping her hands, staring at her with emotionless eyes, and was finally woken up by the buzzing of her door bell.
She stayed in place for awhile staring up again at her ceiling, watching the morning sunlight filtering inside her room, those sometimes visible little dots of light playing across her hand as she stretches it up dazedly. The warmth of it fights the chill of winter and Rena closes her eyes again as the buzzing destroys that almost moment of peace.
When she finally got the courage to pick herself up, it wasn’t that much of a surprise to see Shinoda Mariko-san standing there, looking at her with the same emotionless eyes that the Jurina in her dream had.
“Shinoda-san.” Rena greets, trying to be polite but she was just really spent, she felt tired and almost like she was contracting a fever. The woman in front of her bowed once and then the emotions flood her face all at once taking Rena and even Shinoda-san herself by surprise. Shinoda-san looked pained and almost pleading when she finally says something.
“You didn’t know, right?” She asks, stepping closer and staring at Rena like she was willing her to answer that she didn’t.
“I didn’t” she finally says and Shinoda-san’s shoulders slump in visible relief only to turn rigid again as she runs her hands through her hair in agitation.
“That’s Jurina’s father.”
Rena felt like she was choking on her own tongue when she answered in a small voice that she gathered that.
“Did you also know that Jurina loves you?” Shinoda-san asks in a voice so pitiful that Rena hardly recognized her. Shinoda-san was a lot of things but she had never appeared pitiful to Rena once. The older girl’s hand was shaking when she brought it up to rest on her open door. “She told you didn’t she? Jurina had told you... you can’t say that you didn’t know.” She follows, her eyes trailing away from Rena to glance momentarily on Kojima-san’s door.
“I—I know that you told her it was impossible... you were engaged, Jurina knows this you know... and when she told me... well, I knew from the beginning she had no chance...” Shinoda-san pulls a smile that looked more like a grimace at this, “but...when she told me that you can never be anything other than her friend... well, I hated you, because Jurina cried her heart out like a baby, and I love Jurina. I really love her. It was like relieving my first heartbreak along with her, and now...with her own father...”
Rena looks down upon hearing that. Jurina had told her a thousand times that she loved her and Rena acknowledges in some way that some part of it was serious, that she had hurt her by rejecting her but she had always seen Jurina’s age as some kind of excuse: She’s too young for me, she’s too young to understand, she’s too young to feel so much. She knew that she hurt her, but since Jurina never cried once in front of her about it, Rena thought ‘ah, she’s too young to have taken her puppy love so seriously.’ She’d made her age an excuse not to understand how much she had pained the younger girl... but hearing it now from the person who probably understands Jurina the most in the world Rena can’t use the excuse of ‘too young’ when Shinoda-san had told her point blank that she made her cry so much that her sister started to hate her.
She looks up to try to apologize when Shinoda-san smiles sadly at her, “It wasn’t your fault... it was no one’s fault... I was going to yell at you. I was getting myself angrier by the minute as I marched through my unit... but it wasn’t your fault. Just please...tell Jurina... I want...no...I need it to come from you. Tell her clearly, explain it to her. Sometimes, Rena-san... the words we didn’t say affect us more than those that we did. You have more of a chance being understood when you do things on your own terms.”
Shinoda-san pushes away from her with that same sad smile still in her face, and Rena opens her mouth to try to say something...anything but Shinoda-san just shakes her head, “You have nothing to say to me. You don’t owe me anything...not apologies, not explanations. Tell Jurina... Jurina’s the one who’ll need it.”
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Mariko subtly looks over the shoulder of Kitagawa-san, who was busy talking about her favourite brand of bag, at Haruna from her perch on top of Mai-Mai’s table. The girl was still determinately playing, slouched slightly in her seat like the slob that she was. Mariko can’t help but get offended at Haruna’s complete lack of care about her anger.
“I don’t know why you even bother...” Mai says lowly, and Mariko can clearly hear the exasperation in her voice though the other girl kept on her ‘dumb’ smile as the group around them continued chatting away. Mariko smiles for awhile at Kitagawa-san, who funnily enough looked for a moment like she was going to cry after.
These people need a love life.
“What?” she mumbles then leans a little to look at the magazine that Ai-san was showing her.
“How many times had this backfired on you, Mariko? Kojima’s not the type who’d come grovelling because you got mad. You have to learn a new way to be an attention-seeker.”
Mariko rolls her eyes at her ‘friend’ before composing herself to agree to whatever Kitagawa-san had just told her, the other girl had been asking her questions and telling her everything under the sun since she had approached the group—mainly Oshima Mai, as they actually get along despite Mai-Mai’s lack of IQ, and Mariko had listened at the beginning but gradually grew tired of it when the girl circles around topics just to open her mouth.
“Wow.” She says, turning her attention back to her friend, “it actually sounded like there was actually brain functions involved on those statements.”
Mai narrows her eyes at her and throws out her arm suddenly, pushing Mariko off the table. She almost stumbled face down on that dirty floor!
“Are you alright, Mariko? I don’t know what happened, my arm just moved on its own.”
Mariko glares at her as she perches herself again on Ai-san’s table, “It’s alright it’s probably because your brain can no longer control them from lack of use.” She bites out. Kitagawa-san started laughing out loud at what Mariko said and both Mai-Mai and she forgot to bark at each other to stare at her weirdly.
“Mai-Mai’s so dumb, isn’t she, Mariko-chan? That’s so funny!”
Mariko looks at her friend from the corner of her eyes before mustering a tense smile, “ah...hai...?”
“Rina, for Kami’s sake, get over your silly crush on Mariko. You’re starting to look creepy. She’s not that great.”
When Kitagawa-san started throwing the magazines that she was holding on Mai-Mai and stating vehemently to Mariko that she had no crush on her and then asking Mai again how she could tell her like that, Mariko figures that Haruna was right... talking really was over rated and it was so much better to stay quiet and watch her best friend get increasingly angry at computer graphics. She excused herself from the group with an uneasy smile, trying to assure Kitagawa-san that everything was fine as she started to back track to Haruna.
At least Haruna spared her a glance as she takes her seat with another over blown sigh. “I’m not angry anymore.” She declares after a while, scooting her seat closer with her feet and leaning on Haruna’s table again. The ending was predictable, if Mariko was going to be serious, even when she started the fight earlier she knew that she’d be back here with Haruna not even lifting a finger after her. This was always the way it was, she would want Haruna’s attention and get angry when the girl would not give it to her, but Haruna either doesn’t care that much, was too lazy or was just inexperienced with this kind of things but she would never try to appease Mariko and they would end up together later, as if the fight was just a passing car on the intersection of their relationship.
But...Mariko hoped that things would be different... not that they would fight loudly... but that Haruna would at least look like it bothered her... they were... each other’s now and Haruna... was her girlfriend—she made sure to tell it to every single guy who tried to confess to Haruna as snootily as she can muster—maybe it would be hot to see her mad?...maybe it would be nice to see her care.
Haruna eyes her for awhile in between the loading of her game and Mariko almost groaned at that—Kitagawa-san almost cried because she talked to her and she was just ‘loading’ material for Haruna—before sighing and turning off her game boy. It was pathetic how much she took her victory over that game device to heart before she dramatically pretends to swoon.
“It’s almost like hearing a confession” she drawls teasingly at the other girl.
“What happened over there, Mari-chan?” Haruna says, bending down to take her shoulder bag off the floor and stow that ‘blasted’ game boy. Her face came so close to Mariko, that her heart started beating more quickly just by their proximity, and Mariko extends her hand again to play with Haruna’s long hair just to be in contact with her.
“Never mind that” she says quickly, following Haruna’s gaze over to the said group where Mai-Mai was still being pelted, now with school supplies, before turning her focus back to Haruna. She glances once at the door where ‘ojiisan-sensei’—a name Haruna actually used, that Mariko copied because she found it amusing, because she felt lazy trying to remember his really long surname—was still nowhere to be seen.
“Ne...let’s just go... he might have gotten rheumatism or something... let’s go to Disney.” Haruna turns to her, biting her lower lip in contemplation and Mariko can almost see the laziness taking over Haruna. “If your only reason is I’m lazy or it’s troublesome, don’t even say it.”
She scoots closer and brings her face as close to Haruna’s as she could without actually doing what she wanted and kissing her, Haruna goes cross-eyed but wasn’t that bothered. “Let’s go...okay, Haruna? Just the two of us...it’s a d—“
“I wanna go to Disney as well!” Yukarin interrupts, a hand on Mariko’s shoulder pulling her back from Haruna and another on Sayaka’s arm as she pulls her forward. Mariko wondered how Yukarin still wasn’t dead from the intense hatred that she was projecting back at her, as her ‘ex-friend’ waved over to Atsuko and Takamina, who was tying Atsuko’s hair. “Acchan and the toddler are coming as well.” She declares enthusiastically.
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“Hi, Rena-san”
It was one o’ clock in the morning and Rena closes her eyes for awhile before surveying the empty convenience store, she had called Jurina again with that same anxiety as last time that Jurina would answer the phone with distain and tell her all the ways in which she wants nothing to do with her anymore. Jurina answered the phone just as enthusiastically as always but Rena’s stomach continued to twist in worry, this enthusiasm won’t last long, was all that she could think about.
Rena thought, as Jurina started to launch on a story, that she really liked the way Jurina talks—every word was laced with conviction, when Jurina tells her that something made her happy, Rena sometimes can feel it just by her tone of voice alone. Jurina laughs and Rena missed her so much... not just for the days that passed with her abroad...but for the days that would come.
“Jurina... did I make you cry?” Rena asks without thinking as Shinoda-san’s distraught face flashes in her mind. Jurina stops talking... trails of in the middle of a word, and Rena starts to regret even opening her mouth.
“If...if I did...I’m sorry.” She follows, when the younger girl still hadn’t said anything. Jurina sighs audibly.
“You already said that, remember?” Jurina says neutrally.
“I know but... if I—if I made you cry, I feel it more now.” Rena feels stupid... she wasn’t articulating herself well—she never had—but she needed to get her feelings across now more than ever.
“I—I did...cry...but... it was worth it. I took the chance...and for those times that I deluded myself into believing I had a chance... I was really happy... just for that chance alone, thank you Rena-san. Don’t apologize, there’s nothing regretful about it.” Jurina says, laughing slightly, “ah... this feels like something a movie character would say...I kind of feel proud...of myself?”
Rena closes her eyes, knowing that she shouldn’t say the things that she would say next... considering the problems that she had already, saying it to Jurina would just be creating a mess—but Jurina was going to hate her soon, would look at her differently soon and just for this Rena that still exists in Jurina’s eyes she wanted to say it.
“I—I liked you as well... when we first met...you said all those things that you liked about me. I—“ she takes a deep breath before forging on “I liked a lot of things about you as well... but most of all I liked how you weren’t afraid to make me know you, how you weren’t afraid to know me. I was never that kind of person... and the truth is I did find it hard to make connections. Jurina-san...Jurina, I feel connected to you and it was because you helped me. If... please...please allow me to say this...if only you weren’t so young... if only it wasn’t now... I would have... we could have...” Rena trails off, afraid to say it and Jurina stays silent on the other side... or maybe she was saying something...but the blood rushing to her head and the pounding of her heart was blocking the other girl out.
“Thank you.” Jurina finally answers. “Thank you... from this me who loved you...truthfully...this is the best that I could have hoped for.”
“Jurina... when you come back home, can we meet each other? I want to tell you something and if you still don’t regret...me...then, I’ll bow to you and be the one who’ll be really thankful.”
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Thank you to everyone reading this fic again :bow: and I'll probably organize this thread when I have the time it's kind of a mess. :lol:
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I feel like I'm understanding MariHaru more and more with these flashbacks... -.-)
...poor Mariko...
I expected Mariko to talk to Rena
BUT RENA CONFESSING TO JURINA-
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coughI might die next update at this ratecough
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contradicting feelings ... can't bear to read the hurting feelings of Rena and the coming one for Jurina but wanna find out what will happen next at the same time...
Hope it won't turn out too bad.
Anyway marrying for the sake of $$$ is never a good idea. Hope Rena chan can change her mind.
Gotta read with care, and warning for those with fragile hearts :heart:
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I really need an update for this.
Please update!!!! and distract me from my thesis orz
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i just fall in love with this story...
waaah i need your update for "just missed my stop"
rena need to tell jurina as soon as possible, i think, before jurina knows by herself and there's missunderstanding.
and the mariharu.... i realy like like like it :)
or you want yo make it more drama?
oh yeah it's so drama~ and i love it~
update please, arigataou gozaimasu :bow:
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I really love this fanfic! I hope you'll continue it!
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Oh my god, this is the best WMatsui fanfics i've ever read XD
I like the prologue when Jurina is just a shy high schooler who's trying to approach pretty girl she saw on the train <3 that scene alone is so adorable
I love your writing style and your plot! It's so refreshing to read this kind of story! Please update this, i really want to know what will happen when Rena tells Jurina :')
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Author-san, do you think you will continue this story? Because it will be such a waste if you don't...Totally love the story :heart:
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