@everyone thanks for reading and guessing the plot, hmm from this chapter what would Nishishi turn out to be?
this chapter is just the beginning of the plot and i wonder if this fic is gonna be a long one...
i hope you dont mind. i never write SKE fic this intense and im really excited writing each chapter of this!
love you all readers~~
@Sasshii sorry...no wmatsui this time
but Jurina will take part a lot in this story...i guess? (oops a spoiler!)
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Let There Be Love
VII
“Seriously, do you even have to follow me to the freaking TOILET?!”
“This is the part of the job.”
I slammed the door closed in front of Yuka-san’s nose and exhaled. These all really hadn’t going to their end, at least not now. Just after I thought the anticlimax was going to over, the second wave came; bigger and worse than I expected. Now, when I finally walked freely without having her around, emerged another culprit that I thought I would never have a chance to get closer with; Nakanishi Yuka.
Then I remembered our conversation before we got here,
“Y-you know about us?!”
Yuka-san showed me her phone, where I could clearly see who she had been exchanging messages with all the time since we met,
“See? Yuria-sama wants me to look after you. She’s in a business trip overseas now.” Yuka-san closed the lid and put it back in her pocket. Then, as if nothing happened, she continued to eat while my mouth agaped like a confused retard. Oh, so that Kizaki girl is outta country now. That could explain her absence of lurking on me recently. Then in some moment of perplexity, I had to make sure what I just heard seconds ago was real and I wasn’t dreaming. Therefore, I pinched myself.
“What are you doing?!” Yuka-san stared at me strangely while I rubbed my sore cheek. It was real, and I wasn’t dreaming. Even without seeing, I knew Yuka-san’s eyes observed me as I started banging my head to the desk in desperation. After losing my mood to eat, I wondered if I started to lose my sanity as well.
“Stop! Stop that!” Yuka-san grabbed my shoulder and her eyes widened in admiration seeing my reddening forehead,
“Everyone’s looking at us!” She added in whisper. We both scanned the whole room and indeed, everyone’s pair of eyes was directly on us in an unfriendly gaze as if we had done something indecent in a public place. I saw Yuka-san slightly bowed her head to them as if saying ‘It’s okay! Nothing happened here!’
“Is that why you kept asking me to come to the store all week long?”
“Yea…” She scratched her unitchy head, “…that was part of the plan actually.”
“Thank God I didn’t co-“
“Because it’s weird to ask you to meet me in person. I should plan a great timing. You know…you’ll consider me creepy.”
“You ARE creepy now, Yuka-san.” to avoid more unwanted events in a day, I decided to end our bizarre conversation and paid the meal. I didn’t care if there’s still a lot of uneaten monjya in the pan, I let Yuka-san eat them all. Besides, all I wanted now is just go back home and get some good sleep. I’ve had enough for today.“Are you trying to make me bored and leave you? Well, that’s not working.” A voice snapped me back to the present. I mumbled in resentment before decided to come out from this unhealthy place.
“Oh, great! Okay…” Yuka-san took out her phone again and began to type “Kumi…san…is…out…of…toilet…now.”
My eyes widened in horror and I snapped,
“STOP!! What do you think you’re doing?!” I tried to reach the phone she playfully waved in the air. Don’t tell me she was…reporting all my activities to her dear Ojou-sama?! I never felt so annoyed in life and yes, my privilege of privacy as a good citizen had been violently trespassed! If things kept going like this, Yuka-san could break Yuria’s record in my top ten must-hate list soon.
“Do you think this is funny?” my eyes bulged out seeing her giggled,
“This is such an interesting, well-paid job.” She clicked her tongue.
“HOW MUCH THAT FAT B*TCH PAID YOU?!” I shouted out loud as my nostrils flared with fury. I couldn’t take this anymore. I indeed usually act so calm and pretended everything didn’t happen and let them pass by the time going as everyone would forget it anyway. But not this time, I had reached my limit and Yuka-san just made it worse; she just awoken a sleeping beast inside of me.
Brief seconds passed and seemed my death glare and demise grip on her shoulders had no effect on her that she just kept muted and stared back at me as if asking me to look for the answer through her dark dilated pupils.
“Do you hate her that much?” Finally she spoke. I indeed hadn’t settled down and still having my possessive grip on her, but her question somehow tickled me in a certain amusement I couldn’t explain.
“Hate is a strong word…I just dislike her. Much. That much.” Then I heard a mocking scoff.
“Because of these all?”
“OF COURSE!” I was sure even everyone outside this public toilet could hear my voice. Thank God no one came to check out on us. Then I felt Yuka-san lower my hands off of her shoulders,
“Sorry.” One second, two seconds. My patience growing thin waiting for another sentence following that apology word in the next passed seconds but I received nothing but a courageous stare.
“Yuka-san, I thought we were friends.”
“Zannen, you should get to know her better.”
“You said that because she pays you.” I sent my coldest glare that still…seemed has no effect on her. Oh great, now I couldn’t deny my hatred growing bigger towards this person that at first, I wouldn’t expect would be taking any rules in this story.
“Wow. Is that why you don’t have any friend? No wonder.”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Anyway Kumi-san…” She turned her direction, about to leave “…don’t badmouth Yuria-sama.”
I held my breath as I witnessed her walking towards the door, then her eyes met mine for seconds before she slammed the door shut and left me all alone,
“The only thing fat about her, is her paycheck. And this…is just the beginning.”
xxx
“Yagami-senpai…I’ve liked you…since two years ago…”
“Sorry…but I don’t know you.”I gasped out loud as I snapped my eyes open at the same time. I wasn’t lucky enough because right in that second, a direct hit from the sunlight through the window shot onto my eyes, blinding me instantly. Then I turned my back so I was facing the wall, so as to neutralize the temporary sightlessness after being attacked by the godly sunbeams. I cursed myself for not closing the damn curtain last night. You know, accidentally looking at the sun is felt the same as if when you’re trying to reply a text message from your phone in the middle of the night when you were asleep. You’ll make the same expression as I did now; seeing with one eye open.
After some moments of my random movements on the bed, in order to maintain myself properly, I sat up and leaned to the headboard. While burying my face in my knees and my hands grasped my already crumpled hair, my thoughts drifted back to what I just saw, or to be exact; what I had just dreamed of.
Yes, it was that dream again, the same dream that always appeared between my sleep for the past few days. At first I didn’t give a damn on it at all. But lately, its sounds became clearer, louder, and echoed all over my head again and again. No, it wasn’t any surreal or magical dreams that I should be scared of. In fact, it just irritated me more by the time the same conversation going on repeat in every night. Not that because it turned to be my trouble sleeping routine, but because it happened for real…several weeks ago.
Did you remember the part I was always going to tell you about me seeing her under a tree, outside the stadium?
So here’s the missing link,
It was cloudy and I guessed it was going to rain, but I kept practicing since everyone was still here and coach’s whistles still scolding around, giving every athlete indirect corrections and warnings. While in the hurdles girls team, we all almost done practicing so everyone was sitting around, relaxing their tensed muscles. Including me, I admitted myself doing a quite good job today. I finally managed to pass Jurina’s time in my last trial of match with her. For the reason that it was a massive energy-draining, I felt the need to be rewarded; at least some good bath and good sleep would do.
Coach said, it’s not good to immediately stop, stand, or sit still after running, because your legs will get cramped. Therefore you must relax its muscles by strolling around, about five or ten minutes. So I let myself cool down by circling around the sports ground, and saw some others did the exact same thing as me.
It’s not like I was distracted or something, but seeing a girl standing behind a tree for a long time like that surely makes everyone wants to check out on who it was. So yeah, like what I’ve told you before long ago, we made our real encounter. Not by accident, not by coincidence. It was just me who started this all. It was curiosity killed the cat.
I really wished we never talked. And Kizaki Yuria…never confessed to me.
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I never liked morning shower but since it was summer and my pores was developing a new hobby; emitting litres of sweat, I guessed taking one wouldn’t kill. As the water splashed my back like a rain of mild razorblades, I stared at my own two feet, as if waiting those body parts giving me a logical answer of what I was thinking right now.
“Yagami-senpai, I’ve liked you since two years ago…”That voice again. No, it wasn’t ghost or supernatural thing. The sound just kept echoing in my head as my mind switched back to the dream again. For now it became worse since I felt like its sound fulfilling all around me, amplified by the bathroom tiled walls, and then slammed back to my head like it’s going to guide me to the end.
And what did she mean by two years ago? I haven’t even met her for anything sake! Two years ago I was a freshman…and she hadn’t even enrolled in this school yet. Or maybe…she already known me because I’m a steadfast customer of her store? But nah…it’s been two years and weeks ago she just shown up her nose as an owner. But, could it be…she’s been hiding all the time and what she said was true?!
I let a sound between a sigh and a moan as suddenly I felt dizziness in my head. Okay, looks like someone had been under the shower for forever. I needed to get out.
My Sunday morning was all the same. I spent mostly in my room, if Mom didn’t ask me out to help baking some sweets and cakes and deliver them to everyone. It indeed sounds so boring and lifeless. And I wondered how could I live with that kind of life for eighteen years…and survived.
“…min. Kuumin! Kuumin!”
“Ah! Yes?”
“What do you think you are doing? Look!”
Crap. I just realized I’ve been stirring the batter without even paying attention at it. Now almost half of that sweet mixture stained my apron and the table. I let out a guilty giggle as Mom sent her threatening glare of what I just did.
“What happened? You seem unusual today.”
“It’s the usual me.” I shrugged.
“I can never understand you.” She turned back to her unpeeled fruits with a sigh. “Anyway, clean that up and redo it.”
“Yes…”
That’s right. Even I rarely talked about myself to Mom. Actually, I never really talked to someone about it. Except when I should go to a doctor for my monthly examination, but that’s another story.
I lied about me being usual, of course. I was distracted by the thoughts of that dream again. It was too disturbing and the more I tried not to think about it, the more her face came into mind, and somehow…the more I’m feeling guilty. I didn’t know why is that.
After spending about three hours making a fruitcake in the kitchen, finally I got to the last task to send it to one of Mom’s colleagues; Aoyagi’s residence. This time was a bit far than usual, plus the hot weather outside was very intolerant. So I decided to take a bike.
The location seemed unfamiliar to me, so I was a bit confused and maybe I could get lost since I never went to this area before. While my right hand held the steer, my other gripped a piece of paper which was written the address that sometimes I peeked on. Wrapped in confusion, finally I decided to ask people passing by.
Really, I got lost. But luckily it was located only few blocks from where I was now.
Oh, shoot. It began to rain and I didn’t bring any raincoat or umbrella. I shouldn’t have disobeyed that weather girl on the TV this morning. But still, I think they can barely predict the weather since only twenty percent of their broadcasts are happening for real.
I enhanced my cycling speed since I felt the need of protecting the cake because the rain started to become hard by the time being. Just two more blocks, my vision began to get blur as the damp forelocks hanging around my right eye and the raindrops slapping me hard. Now I really regretted for belittling the forecast show Mom always listened on as I started feeling cold when my already soggy clothes stick onto my skin. The thing is, that time I was kind of losing focus on the road that I didn’t realize there was someone crossing the street…
My bike was tossed aside and we both yelled at the same time as I jumped to the side after we banged onto each other with a loud crash. Luckily the sports training I’ve been doing could help my reflex movement so I was okay with an abrupt accident like that. Suddenly I didn’t care anymore with my main mission today and began to worry if I happened to hurt whoever was that. I crawled closer to that person that lately I figured was a girl. She was looking for her umbrella that seemed accidentally hurled somewhere when we bumped.
“I-I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Kumi…senpai?!”
“Kizaki-san?!!!”
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