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Untitled (SayaMilky) Chapter 5
« on: November 16, 2013, 11:24:15 AM »
I can't think of a title yet, sobs. I'm so sorry. OTL

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Chapter 1

Bullies.

She bit her lower lip as she limply stood back on her feet, dragging them towards her scarf to pick it up and clean off the sprinkles of snow that had attached onto it.

…Bullies. How she hated them. Somehow she was always their first victim. It could be because she would never fight back and just settle with glaring at them, or maybe it’s because she was one of the smartest in class. Either way, she never did make an attempt of paying back. She doesn’t even tell the teachers about it. Doing so would only waste her time, she figured. And it might also make her miss a class, as it could end up with her being dragged to the Principal’s office in the middle of a school day just to discuss about it. In the end, no matter how much she loathed them, all she could do was watch and let them hurt her.

She hated it, but she had to remain calm.

Or rather, she preferred to.

“Sayaka! You’re home late again! And – is that a cut on your nose?! What happened?!”

Her mother’s sharp voice instantly filled Sayaka’s ears the moment she opened the door to her house open, making her cringe both in surprise and pain. Giving her mother a silly, reserved smile, she slightly bowed her head down before heading up to her room. She never liked telling her mother about the bullying that’s been happening to her. It was her own problem, she would think, and it’s for her alone to deal with.

“H-Hey!” Her mother called up as she made her way up the stairs. “Yui came earlier! She asked me to tell you to call her once you get home! Make sure to do it alright? And fix your cut!”

“Yes Mom.” Sighing out lazily, she finally walked inside her room which was only a few steps away from the stairs, shutting the door close carefully to the point that it barely made a sound before finally dropping her back down on the bed.

Holding up her red scarf, she sighed again.

“And to think that it was a gift from Yui…”

She frowned and reached out to her skirt’s pocket in search for her phone, fishing it out the moment her hand had wrapped itself around the small device and flipping it open. With her back still attached on her soft and comfortable bed (which was the complete opposite of the ice cold snow she was shoved onto earlier.), she scanned through her contacts list and pressed the call button as soon as it highlighted Yokoyama Yui’s name, pressing it against her ear soon after.

Only two successful beeps rang out before the next one got cut off in the middle, making it an obvious sign that the other line had finally answered.

“Hello? Sayaka?”

A small smile rose on Sayaka’s features as she listened to Yui’s voice. As usual, it sounded calm. Too calm, in fact, that it was almost hard to read whether she was happy that she called or not.

“You asked for me to call?”

“Yeah, I – your voice sounds muffled, is something the matter?”

Her smile immediately dropped.

“I uh… bumped my nose on a lamppost earlier…?”

“You’re awful at lying,” an immediate response.

“I know,” smiling pitifully at her self, Sayaka sighed out loudly and finally sat up, letting her free hand run through her short dark locks. I’ll need to take a bath later, she thought to herself as she felt a few wet spots at the back of her head – probably from when she had met the snow when she fell earlier.

Silence engulfed the on-phone conversation for a few seconds.

“So?”

Once again, she sighed. But this time it was out of defeat.

“The usual.”

“Bullies?” Yui immediately cut in, as if in a hurry.

“Pretty much.”

“Who were they this time?”

Sayaka took another few seconds to answer, letting her eyes lock themselves against the plain white wall in front of her as she listened to the silence from the other side of the phone, knowing that Yui was patiently waiting for her answer. It was quiet on Yui’s line. She’s probably in her room, Sayaka half-heartedly concluded just from that. Otherwise, she doesn’t know where the mysterious girl could be. Despite being close friends, Yui never does reveal much about herself, after all.

Although, some things were just a tad bit too obvious to Sayaka. No matter how much the other female tries to hide it. And one of those obvious “things” seemed like it involves dangerous activities, something she’d rather not ask about.

Closing her eyes, Sayaka tried to remember the faces of the three girls from earlier, finally naming them one by one as their faces flashed in her mind.

“…So they haven’t learned their lessons yet,” Yui’s voice sounded as if she was disappointed, followed by a sigh.

“Let them be, they’re just kids who have too much free time.”

“Right.”

“So, what did you want again?”

“Oh, right, can you bring your English book tomorrow? Our classes are on different days, right? I kind of lost mine so if it’s not much of a trouble, I was going to ask if I could borrow it.”

Smiling once again, Sayaka nodded her head despite knowing that Yui couldn’t see it at all, following it with a quick “Sure”.

“Thank you. I’ll be hanging up now.”

As usual, without even waiting for a response, Yui had already put the call down, leaving Sayaka to listen to her phone’s beeping with her mouth hanged half-way open. Heaving out a sigh for the nth time of the day, Sayaka finally pulled her phone away from her ear and stared at it for a moment, and with her lips pursed into a thin line, she finally shut her phone close and laid down on her back, rolling a bit in search for a comfortable position, and without even changing out of her uniform, she slowly closed her eyes.

“I’ll sleep for a bit before dinner…” She mumbled.



“Hey there, loser”

Sayaka involuntarily let out a groan as a sharp pain crept up on her back. Sharply turning her head behind to see who it was that had probably given her now aching back a slap. She narrowed her eyes at the perpetrator. It was one of the three bullies from last night. The one that had handed the leader scissors for her to use in cutting the poor, defenseless scarf Sayaka owned.

“Aww, still mad from last night? You sure know how to hold a grudge,” laughing out loudly, the girl walked away, swinging her briefcase on her shoulder as she passed through the other students in front of her, bumping those who were on her way.

“Hey there, loser.”

Removing her eyes from the said girl’s back, Sayaka turned behind her again, clearly getting annoyed from being called a loser first thing in the morning. The sharp glare she had on, however, slowly disappeared as she looked at the stranger standing only a few steps from her, the said stranger’s hands both on her back, probably clasped together as she smiled innocently at Sayaka.

Despite being clad on a thick, heavy, green and worn out jacket, the said stranger still had a rather innocent-like smile on, as if saying that it wasn’t her who had called her loser just now. She slightly tilted her head to the side, with her raven locks following her head’s motion in a matter of seconds.

A hobo?

“And you are?”

“The meanie earlier gave your back a present,” she answered – although it wasn’t the answer Sayaka had hoped for.

“Huh?”

“Your back. It says 'Please call me loser.'”

Finally catching on with what the girl meant, Sayaka took a glance on her back, letting her right hand reach out to it with difficulty and slightly turning around in circles as she tried to capture the fluttering paper cheaply attached on her back. Feeling its rough texture on her hand, she then pulled it off, turning it around as she gave her present a quick read.

"Please call me loser," it said. Just like what the stranger had told her.

Those darn bullies.

“Thank yo—” Sayaka turned her head up, only to see that the girl had gotten much closer to her than earlier. To the point that she was close to invading her personal space already. In fact, she might have already had Sayaka not taken a step back out of instinct.

“Can I borrow a thousand yen from you?”

“What?” Sayaka asked out exasperatedly. Sure, the girl had saved her from embarrassment but a thousand yen?

“Oh come on, you attend this school, that must mean you’re rich, yes? And I said borrow, I’ll pay you back in time, promise!” She clasped her hands together.

“But I don’t even know you—HEY”

“You talk too much,” the girl nonchalantly pointed out as she easily pulled Sayaka’s wallet out from her back, as if she was used in doing such a thing. A huge smile etched on her face soon after as she fished out a thousand bill from it. “See? You have a lot of thousand bills here, and I’m being a good citizen by only taking one as promised!” Handing the wallet back to Sayaka, she widened her smile even more. “I’ll meet you here again to pay you back, okay? Thank you for letting me borrow your money, Sayaka!” Taking a step away from her, the girl waved the bill up in the air before hurriedly taking her leave.

Sayaka could only stare in awe as the girl’s figure slowly disappeared from her sight, her hand unconsciously tightening its hold from her wallet. “It’s not borrowing if you take it without my consent, though…” She muttered to herself and frowned. “Moreover, how did she even know my na—oh…” Looking down at her wallet, Sayaka pulled out her school I.D. From it. “So that’s how.”

Wait, did that girl just mug her? Was she just robbed? Yeah. She’d been robbed.

Sayaka’s mouth only hung open from the late realization, her eyes shifting from the direction the girl had walked off to down towards the wallet in her hand, wondering, just wondering if she should finally start being a bit more assertive towards the abuses she’d been receiving.

She didn’t see the hobo again even after a few days, the feeling of relief coming up to her each time she walks near the school gate after classes only to find no one there. Not so secretly, though, a part of her was hoping she’d meet her again. Just so she could ask if she can finally have her money back. It may be true that her wallet has a few more thousand bills inside it, but they’re all trophies from her hard work. A trophy which she’s so careful to spend away and yet there goes one of them, stolen by a darn stranger in a worn out jacket.

And then, five days later, the stranger was there again. Her eyes squinted at the sight of the girl. Whether the gods were meaning to mock her by this fateful meeting or not, Sayaka wished the girl wouldn’t do so much as shouting her name out loud, in front of her school, with one hand waving in the air as though they’d been familiar with each other for a long time. Yeah, well, five days is a long time but it’s not like she was anything near acquainted to her. She doesn’t even know the girl’s name yet there she is, screaming hers!

“Keep it down! You’re attracting other people!” Sayaka hissed once she was near the girl, glancing behind her only to see many of her schoolmates already whispering at each other while staring at them. Great, more bullying material for the bullies. She was sure she’d be laughed at later for having a hobo for a friend. Why did this stranger have to appear in the same pair of clothes, anyway?

“Sorry, sorry. I got excited spotting you after three hours of standing here doing nothing. I should have asked when your classes would end beforehand.”

She groaned. “So what do you want this time? Plan to snatch my wallet again?”

“How mean,” the girl pouted. Rather cutely in fact, though it was hard for Sayaka to admit so. Especially after seeing how she has a dirt on her cheek. She’ll have to find a way to tell her about it without embarrassing her late on. “I came to finally pay you back!”

Okay. Although she was hoping of finally regaining her money, this was the last thing she ever thought of hearing from the stranger.

“Wait, what?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already? If so then darn, I should have just ditched you and ran away without ever planning on returning your money. Then again, that would ruin me inside with guilt. Aren’t you lucky I’m kind?” There’s that innocent-like smile on her again again, and Sayaka could only feel her blood growing hot from it. Perhaps she was blushing? Entranced by the girl’s wonderful smile despite her awful attire? She had always been a sucker for great smiles, after all.

“Kind. Right. When you just left with my money without properly asking me about it.”

The girl clad in green jacket huffed and pulled out a piece of candy from one of its pockets, carefully unwrapping the sweet ball out from its package and popping it in her mouth, showing the wrapper back inside her pocket, staring at Sayaka and then, slightly turning to her side as though she was protecting something, she hissed a playful “I still have one more here but I’m not giving you any!” to which Sayaka simply replied with a frown. The short-haired was never that fond of sweets anyway.

“Are you implying that I’m a thief?”

“In a way, yes,” she answered, rather bluntly.

“Come on, Miss Yamamoto Sayaka, I’ll make it up to you!”

'Come on?' Sayaka’s eyebrows rose quizzically. “What do you mean “Come on”? I don’t even know you.”

“Oh dear, are all rich people this uptight?” she sighed as if she’d finally grown tired of acting all kind, a frown now etched over the smile she’s been wearing as she dropped her head down. Sayaka narrowed her eyes at her again, wondering what the girl’s true motive really was. Maybe secretly, behind that innocent smile of hers, she’s actually planning on dragging her into an isolated alley where a bunch of bulky guys would jump at her and take away all of her precious belongings.

Sayaka instinctively hugged her bag closer to her. “I am not rich.”

“With over ten thousand yen in your wallet on a possibly daily basis? Sure you’re not,” she mused, her eyes locking towards the bag Sayaka was hugging, although to be more accurate, her wrist, quietly reaching out for it. Sayaka hurriedly stepped back, pushing her hand away with her elbow.

“Don’t.”

“What, afraid my ‘poor’ might get on it?”

“If that’s all, I’m leaving,” she drops her arms back down, one hand holding her bag tightly as she turned to the other side of the gate. “Please don’t follow me.”

“Oh? Is this your own way of saying you don’t need your money anymore?”

Sayaka immediately halted from her tracks, her eyebrows knitting to the middle as she gave it some thought, sighed and, ignoring the white puff her breath had made, finally turned around to meet the girl again, clearly not amused at the situation she’d been put in. Call her a cheapskate or even stingy but when it comes to her money, she would do any means necessary to gain it back.

And to have it used against her instead, well, that sure makes her feel a lot like an idiot.

“Fine. This better be fast.”

“Great!” The girl clasped her hands once she and smiled widely, turning to the other side of the street. “Over here. Please follow me.”

She led Sayaka doiwn the street, pulling her last piece of candy out (if she was telling the truth about having one last piece left, that is) in the middle of their venture towards god knows where and happily slipped it inside her mouth. Sayaka silently observed her as they walked, trying to figure her out. The stranger’s hair was toned black and styled into a bob – or at least Sayaka believes it was meant to be cut as one, noticing a few locks being an inch or two longer than the other side as though she had cut it herself. The girl’s sneakers were completely worn out and long past their glory days, but the girl seems to walk in it with pride.

Honestly, Saykaa has never met anyone like her before.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost there, just a little bit more, please.”

They already passed a small flower shop, a few boutiques, several bodegas and even food stands that sold yakitori for a mere twenty yen. A bit too cheap for Sayaka to trust, really, but its smoke hitting her nose had her stomach close to rumbling, opting her to open her mouth to ask if they were there yet, only to notice that the girl had already stopped walking.

“Here we are!”

She turned curiously to the establishment the girl was gesturing her two hands to, the sign above it reading “Namba Diner” in yellow, blocked neon.

“It’s a… Diner.”

“Oh wow! Never would have figured it out, you’re smart!” She smiled again, pushing its two doors open and motioning Sayaka inside. Sayaka groaned and rolled her eyes, only walking in after her. At least she was sure she’d be safe from any more mugging in a diner.

The man behind the counter welcomed them as they walked inside while motioning for them to sit wherever they pleased, and before she knew it she was pulled into a booth with fainted red seats.

Lacing her fingers together, the stranger placed her elbow on the table top and rested her chin on her hands after sitting down across Sayaka.

“So, anything you want to get?”

She was still a bit puzzled as to why they were there, glancing down at the laminated menu and scanning on it quickly.

“The uh, one thousand yen sounds good.”

“Food, stupid.” She deadpanned, frowning.

“Look, I don’t have the appetite to eat. I only followed you thinking I’d get my money back, so what’s the point in all of this? You’re just wasting my time.”

The girl didn’t respond, looking up at the waitress that had approached them instead. The woman looked tired and stressed-out, but nonetheless kind, her smile looking more genuine than one of those business smiles Sayaka used to wear when she worked in a fast-food restaurant before. Oh those torturous memories.

“Miyuki, dear, who’s your friend?”

“Hi Mom, she’s uh… Uh…”

“Sayaka.” She decided to jump in, thinking that the girl who had just called her by her full name had already forgotten it. “Yamamoto Sayaka” She added after a quick cough to clear her throat, hoping she sounded a bit more polite than earlier. It suddenly made sense. The stranger didn’t mean to pay her back with money, or perhaps she didn’t have enough to pay her back with a full bill so instead, she was going to pay her back with food. Food was free for them there as her mother worked in the establishment. Sayaka wasn’t anything close to hungry just yet, or at least she believes so, but she had to give the girl credit for even trying.

“Is what I was about to say, and she’s going to have some soda—”

“Coffee,” she corrected, earning a brief glare from the girl sitting across her.

“And a… Spaghetti—”

“Just a ham sandwich will do,” she corrected again, and this time, she earned a kick on the leg under the table, making her slightly lean forward and groan inwardly in pain.

“Fine, I’ll have spaghetti then,” with a short pause, the girl added in, “and a milkshake.”

“Milk.”

“…shake.”

Her mother smiled as she wrote their orders down onto her notepad, scribbling “milk” instead and turning to go prepare them.

The girl picked up a toothpick and toyed with it idly as she finally broke the short silence between them.

“So… Your name really is Sayaka.”

"You saw my I.D.”

“Yes, but I only managed to read the kanji. Never did get the chance to steal a glance at the hiragana so I wasn’t sure. You know how iffy kanji can be.”

“I see. And I guess your name is Miyuki, yes?”

“Oh dear, you’ve figured that out already? You sure are getting smarter and smarter, Sayaka!”

Groaning once more, Sayaka pinched the bridge of her nose and gave it a quick massage, pushing herself up from her seat and grabbing her bag which she must have thrown beside her amidst being dragged in their current table. “Look. I change my mind, you can keep the money. I should be at home right now, studying.”

The girl’s expression immediately changed the moment she saw her stand up, her hand quickly reaching out to her uniform’s sleeve.

“W-Wait! Please?”

Sayaka sighed quietly, closing her eyes for a moment as she pursed her lips into a thin line, turning back to the girl tiredly, sitting back down on her seat in defeat.

“So…” She paused, wondering what she should do now that silence had begun on engulfing them once more. “Which school do you go to?”

Miyuki stopped poking the poor innocent toothpick she’d been playing with ever since Sayaka sat down again, looking rather surprised by the question as she froze for a few more seconds. Glancing to the left, she mumbled her answer.

“NMB, Osaka. Just your ordinary public school.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” There was still no eye contact between them, with Sayaka looking down at her hands under the table. “Uh…”

Oh great. Here comes that awkward atmosphere she’d always come to hate. Sayaka was never good at talking with others, which was the main reason why she’s often bullied by other students. Appearance-wise, she looks more assertive, but in all truth she was a total no-good with conversations. Even at times where she would hang out with Yui, her long friend introduced to her by her father as their parents both knew each other, it was Yui who would do the talking.

The kitchen door opened only to shut close not a second later, the sound of sizzling and cooking from inside distracting her.

She found herself growing more and more curious about Miyuki. It wasn’t out of fondness of sorts, but she was just curious. Miyuki… Miyuki was different. Or at least she’s far more different than the rich wannabes in Sayaka’s school.

“Thanks. For coming back, I mean,” she finally managed to say.

Miyuki finally turned her head up to make eye contact, looking speechless as her mouth was left open for a moment with no words spilling out from it. Quite briefly her eyes softened and Sayaka swore she saw it glisten. Did she just look like she was about to cry?

“You’re… You’re welcome.”

The afternoon was spent much better from that point on. Finally the two of them were able to pull out topics to talk about more, especially after their foods were served. The food wasn’t at all bad, and neither was their conversation. Miyuki, although she may not look big on educations, politics or at the very least, arts, she was bright. And even though she was full of so many witty remarks earlier, Miyuki was actually very modest. Sayaka felt self-conscious, wondering if she sounded a bit too nerdy from all the topics she’d picked but Miyuki would always be able to pick up what she’s trying to point out, no matter how much Sayaka stutters. And it was an odd feeling. Because normally Sayaka wouldn’t stutter, despite being awful at talking, and normally she wouldn’t what anyone thought of her.

They’d been talking for hours already, but Sayaka still found that she barely knew anything about Miyuki. Much to her dismay, her mother had interrupted their conversation as she came up to take away their plates.

“Miyuki, you should go home before it gets dark.”

“Alright, Mom.”

It was only then that it finally hit her. Sayaka was actually getting a free meal from a mother who was supporting her family on tips. And although her meal was meant to be free for her money Miyuki had ‘borrowed’, she still felt guilty.

“Um.. That was 450 yen, right?”

“Oh, no, no. Don’t worry about it! It’s on me.” The woman smiled ever so sincerely. Sayaka meekly nodded her head and turned away, somehow embarrassed. When she left, Miyuki leaned forward with a scowl on her face, hissing on her angrily.

“What are you trying to pay for? Do you feel sorry for me or something?”

“No, not at all! It’s just that—” she tried to lie, but her word bank had failed her.

“Which part of I’m paying you back do you not get? I don’t want to owe you even more money, Sayaka.”

“But I—”

“Please put your wallet away.” Despite the polite words she’s been using, the way Miyuki had folded her arms and leaned back on her seat was more than enough of a hint for Sayaka to understand that she wasn’t amused of her earlier attempt.

Sighing, she finally complied with Miyuki’s orders and slid it back into her bag, feeling uncomfortable again. Miyuki got up from her seat and straightened her jacket, giving her back a quick pat before looking out the window. It was staring to get dark and she made a face expressing uneasiness at this pickle.

Sayaka got up as well and grabbed her bag with her, fixing her skirt as she stood up and finally noticing she seemed troubled. Turning her head to the window, she presses her lips together briefly.

“Milky,” she started, still feeling a bit awkward with calling her by the nickname introduced to her in the middle of their conversation. Miyuki said she preferred to be called that rather than her first name, and refused to reveal her last until Sayaka would agree to call her that. In exchange, Miyuki promised to brush aside any formalities and call her by her first name, too, having no nickname to give her just yet.

Or well, there’s Sayanee, the nickname Yui gave her but that was too embarrassing. And she doesn’t even know if she’s older than Miyuki enough to be called Sayanee.

“Hm?”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

Miyuki knits her brows at her, looking confused as she tilted her head to the side, studying her for a moment.

“You… You’d really do that? To a stranger?”

Was it that big of a deal? It seems so.

“Yes. Of course. You’re an acquaintance at the very least, Milky, not a stranger.”

She bit her lower lip, fighting with her pride as she turned her head down, letting her fringe cover half of her eyes as she gave the offer a quick thought. Slowly nodding her head, she gave in gratefully.

“Thank you.”

They left the diner at dusk and immediately, Sayaka wondered if her parents would be worried. It was normal for Sayaka to come home late, yes, especially when she was still working part-time but even then she would send her mother small messages telling her when she’d go home, or let them know ahead of time. She’ll just have to run home afterwards, then, hoping that Miyuki doesn’t live at the other side of the town. Or worst, at a completely different one.

The walk took longer than she hoped, and Miyuki’s neighborhood, if not completely then was almost completely different. All of the buildings there were clustered and stained, their paints already fading and the stairs down from the fire exits beside them were already too rusty for Sayaka to believe that it would be able to withstand a human’s average weight once stepped on. Litters were carelessly left in the middle of the street and… It was just different. Very different.

“Is uh.. Your dad home?” Sayaka asked, hoping to start a conversation.

'He left earlier. It's just us and Mom now.”

“Oh… us?”

“I have a younger sister! Or at least she’s almost like one. You could almost say my mother and I had adopted her.” A smile rose on Miyuki’s face, almost warming Sayaka up amidst the cold evening. “Her name is Rina. Kondo Rina. I saw her outside the diner a few years ago. It was also winter then and she seemed lost, so I insisted for mom to take her in until we found her real parents. We never did. So we just took her in. She was sick until recently and that um…” She turned her head down, her pace slowing. “…Money I took from you was for her medicine. I-I don’t always do that, I promise! I just… Didn’t want to see her with a fever anymore. I was desperate then, you could say.”

“Oh…”

Come on, Sayaka, can’t you fish out a better response than a mere ‘Oh’? She huffed through her nose, the urge to pound her head repeatedly in hopes of getting out something to say, coming to her. Anything but those two-lettered word would do.

“So, your mother pays for everything, then?”

“Yeah. She has two jobs. She doesn’t like the idea of having me work part-time to help.”

In a way, Miyuki’s amazing for being able to talk about this so casually. But Sayaka couldn’t relate to it at all. She’d been born as an only child, and her parents both loved her. Whose father has a wonderful high paying career and whose mother is a very enthusiastic housewife who spends the day away learning new pastries for her to bake. She’d never met anyway so different from her life until now. And although she knew that pity was the last thing Miyuki would want from her, she still couldn’t help but feel so. She just wanted to help her somehow. Even though just earlier today she wanted to rid her from her life immediately and possibly, permanently and even though Miyuki had mugged her a few days before, she wasn’t completely a bad person. She paid her back. Kind of. It’s the effort that counts! And if she was telling the truth then she took her money out of good purpose.

“My dad… He comes home every now and then but when he does he’d be drunk and always wants something.”

“Oh. I see. I’m sorry.”

It seems Miyuki finally caught her uneasiness, giving Sayaka a sarcastic smile.

“Sayaka? You look a little pale. Maybe I should be the one taking you home after all.”

“It’s just cold,” she muttered, turning her head away as she stuffed her hands in her pockets as if proving her point.

“Suuure.I’m sorry for suddenly blurting out many unnecessary facts earlier when you’d only asked if my father’s home.” Miyuki’s smile lessened into an apologetic one. “Well anyway, this is it.”

Sayaka looked over at the building beside them. It was made of gray brick with cement over it, though a huge crack had given the bricks away with just a mere glance. Just like the rest it had rusty fire escapes and its already dull beige pain was already peeling off.

Oh, dear god. Is this your own way of testing how much one could hold their pity in?

“Miyu…” She huffed. “Milky.”

“Yep?”

Sayaka pulled out two thousand from her pocket, taking Miyuki by her hand and pushing it into her palm.

“Sayaka, how many times do I have to tell you? I don’t need your charity—”

“Look. Miyuki, I—take it. Really. If you don’t want it then you can give it to your mom. Just… Just take it.” She closed Miyuki’s fingers around it, keeping her grip around her hand firm in case she pulls away. Unconsciously licking her lower lip, she glances down at her own hand, struggling with her thoughts.

“Sayaka…”

“Please. Take it.”

Miyuki kept quiet, looking angry but at the same time, humbled. Her eyes cast further down to her shoes, gathering her thoughts together.

“Okay,” her voice was quiet.

“Okay. Good.” Sayaka smiled in relief and finally let go of her hand. The money was just a a small extra her mother had given her, anyway, in hopes that it would get her any fatter. It would be more appreciated in Miyuki’s possession and Sayaka was sure that her thoughts would bug her to no ends knowing she can at least do this much and yet not help her. Straightening herself up, she took a step back to leave.

“Good night, then.”

“Hey, wait,” Miyuki hesitated quickly.

“Hm?”

Miyuki lessened the distance between them with a step forward, her hand holding onto Sayaka’s arm as she leaned in, kissing her cheek. It was brief and she quickly turned away to go into the apartment building right after.

“Thank you. Really.”

Sayaka stared at the wooden door shut behind Miyuki, awestruck. No one other than her parents had ever kissed her on the cheek. And it was the last thing Sayaka expected to receive. Ah… Somehow her face feels a little hot, and she was sure it wasn’t because winter is nearing, but from the prickling feeling Miyuki had left in Sayaka’s tummy and the anxious pounding of her heart. When she finally started walking home after standing still for who knows how long, she was far too fevered to even care if she was going to be mugged by a random hobo.

Thankfully she wasn’t.
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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 1 11/06
« Reply #1 on: November 16, 2013, 12:30:34 PM »
 SayaMilky   :deco:

This is really great  :heart: I hope this will be the start of  a more deeper  relationship between the 2   :wub:

Good job btw  :thumbup can't wait for more! :cow:
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Milky: “With Sayaka… I’ve been wondering what she thinks of me.“It’s not that type of relationship, but I wanted to figure out what she thought of me so… I kind of tried to seduce her. And she blushed.”

Sayanee: “I did not!” || Milky: “You did.”

Sayaka: “I actually wasn’t though! I didn’t know what she was trying to convey with that in the first place.” || Milky: “She was kind of shifting around in her seat and looking really puzzled so it was fun.”

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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 1 11/06
« Reply #2 on: November 16, 2013, 01:08:48 PM »
Sayamilky~~ :luvluv2: :luvluv1: :shy1: :shy2: :nya: :wriggly:


Can u see that emoticon..oh god my sayamilky blood is alive XD
Thank u for this and update soon :on gay:

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« Reply #3 on: November 16, 2013, 01:37:12 PM »
this looks interesting~ SayaMilky <3 waiting for more

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« Reply #4 on: November 17, 2013, 12:14:56 PM »
Oh yeah got SayaMilky for me to read!
Kinda love them :3
Update soon please~~

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« Reply #5 on: November 18, 2013, 08:04:17 AM »
SayaMilky  :lol:

Milky trying to play it cool unti the mother comes in to break that personality quickly  :lol:
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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 1 11/06
« Reply #6 on: November 26, 2013, 12:42:52 PM »
SayaMilky  :wub:

The first chapter is so nice..Milky kissed Sayaka :wub: :wub:

I'm so curious what will happen next..update please :panic:


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« Reply #7 on: December 13, 2013, 03:37:56 AM »
SayaMilky~  :heart:
This is seriously interesting, I'm hooked!
Can't wait for an update~! o.o

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« Reply #8 on: December 15, 2013, 04:01:21 PM »
wohooo the story is really really cute!!  :heart:
I look forward to your update, writer-sama  :wub:
Please continueeee~~~  :love:

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« Reply #9 on: December 18, 2013, 08:11:45 PM »
I'm sorry for the late update! m ( _ _ ) m
Still, thank you for the wonderful comments, everyone! And most definitely thank you for the "Thank yous"!

Well then, without any further ado, here's your chapter 2! :3 Please don't hesitate in commenting on what you think about the chapter!

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Chapter 2

The following week Sayaka would check the school gate everyday to see if Miyuki had come to see her. Eight days has passed since then and each time she looks, the only person that would be waiting for her outside was Yui.

“Wowee, you sure look pretty thrilled to see me.”

“I—I’m sorry, I’m kind of out of it.”

“I can see that. Say, Sayanee, can I come over to your house to study later? Ainyan’s going to have her friends over and I’m more than sure they’d all end up being too noisy talking about pro-wrestling all night.”

“Yeah, sure. Why don’t you stay over for tonight instead? I can call your uncle later or something.”

“Yes. Yes please. That would be ideal.” Yui took a few steps forward so she and Sayaka could walk to her home together, happy to actually study so long as she would be spared from being wrestled down to the ground by a pack of girls who were oddly obsessed with sports clearly targeted for men. “Say, do you think your mother’s going to make some of those raspberry macaroons she made last week? I really liked those.”

They took the subway together, chatting whatever would come to their mind until they were finally walking along Sayaka’s snow-covered neighborhood. Yui was already a familiar face in her house and Sayaka’s mother was more than delighted to see and hear that Yui was going to spend the night under their roof.

“Yuihan!” Sayaka’s mother called out with open arms, immediately attacking her with a big hug. “Dear, look at you! You haven’t gained a single pound! Just what is your uncle feeding you? This is no good. Come, come. I’ve baked some pastries, why don’t you fill your stomach first?”

“Mom, Yui’s here to study…”

“Oh hush, Sayaka. Your friend here is dying and the only thing you’re thinking about is studying? I’m really sorry for having such an insensitive geek of a daughter, Yuihan.”

“Ah, yes. Sayanee’s quite a trouble to hang out with at lunch.” Yui smirked at Sayaka, clearly loving the affection she’s being showered at and how much Sayaka’s own mother was doting on her.

“Come on, she’s not dying, mom, you’re exaggerating—Hey don’t give that to the dog, they can’t eat chocolates!”

“Shush, it’s not chocolate, you worrywart. I know what he can and can’t eat. And at least he appreciates my baking much more than you do.”

Sayaka groaned and huffed in defeat. Her dog loved to beg everyone for food. And her mother loved giving whoever her cooking. She’d even go as much as feed the poor and already too fat pet spaghetti, lasagna, freshly baked bread and bits of chicken ever since she first step foot in the house; resulting with the dog growing up into a fluffy basketball figure with four tiny feet for her to walk with. A result her mother had come to adore (because it was cute, she says) and something Sayaka’s utterly embarrassed by.

Once her mother was finally satisfied and convinced that she had showered enough attention to Yui, the duo was finally released to Sayaka’s room. Yui sprawled on Sayaka’s carpeted floor, a cookie hanging in between her lips as she searched around her briefcase for her homework and the notes she’d need for studying, slowly eating the cookie with only the use of her lips once she’d found the right papers and read the instructions without much enthusiasm.

“Hny.”

 “Huh?”

Swallowing the cookie on her mouth, Yui’s head turned up from her papers to Sayaka.

“I said ‘hey’. We should just ditch these papers and go watch a movie or something.”

“Come on, Yui. Are you really alright with the idea of—”

“Getting a ‘B’ for once?” She cut her off, raising her hands to her side and shaking them mockingly as she continued, “Oh boy, the horror.”

“Well. Yes. I doubt someone as smart as you could get anything less than a B. Much more with how you tend to approach the teachers before the grades are being released.”

“Thanks, mother.”

“Okay I take it back, your really are retarded at times.”

“If I agree to that, can we go to a pizza house?”

“No.”

Yui frowned, letting out a small whine before dropping herself down on the carpet once more. Sayaka simply watched her in silence, a fond smile growing on her face as she listened to her friend whine. If only everyone else in their school could come and see how the cool and stoic Yokoyama Yui can be so dramatic when it’s just the two of them.

“Fine then, you nerd.”

“Shut up, you queer.”

“You did not just—”

“Oh but I did.”

“Why am I even friends with you, Sayanee?”

“I ask that question everyday.”

Her smile turned into a smirk as Yui rolled her eyes and huffed poutily, picking her papers up once more and re-reading its contents before picking a pen up to write with. It was strange now that Sayaka thought about it, that Yui would rather spend an hour trying to figure an easier way out to ace an exam (cheating, if it wasn’t clear enough) instead of just spending an hour to study and pass it in a normal way. Then again, Yui had always been the cunning one, and it suited well with her image behind the cool title everyone had given her.

The two of them were halfway through finishing their homework when Sayaka’s mind began on wondering off, spinning her pen around her thumb. It was one of her more common fidgets, especially when she couldn’t figure something out. She was unsure as to why but she couldn’t help but wonder about Miyuki. She wondered how she was doing, if she was completely alright and if she was still drowning her self with her sweets. Sayaka had later found out in the internet that those who eat candies too much tend to do eat them to relieve their stress, and it made her wonder just how much stress Miyuki’s actually drowning herself in behind that smile of hers.

It didn’t help that Miyuki didn’t sound like she wanted to see her again since their last meeting, having it end with her back turned against her at the very end (minus the sudden kiss, that is) and with the two of them never setting up a plan as to when they were supposed to meet again. And Sayaka started to worry that she’d never see her again. It’s been a week already. A week with now hints of Miyuki and maybe it was a sign that she should stop hoping that they’d meet once more. And when she considered it, it hurt. Was she being stupid by over-thinking this?  Was she only thinking about her because she was the first one, aside from Yui, who’d actually given her attention?

Great, now she feels pathetic.

“Sayanee?”

“Hm? Yes?”

“Is something the matter?” Yui raised a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“You just sighed.”

“That’s nothing new.” Sayaka cleared her throat and bit the tip of her pen, shifting her attention down to her homework with a small hope that Yui would stop there.

“No. Seriously, I’ve never seen you this distracted before. What’s the matter?”

“If I told you, you’d simply laugh at me.”

“What?” This time, both of Yui’s eyebrows rose up. She pushed herself off of her tummy and sat up, closing her book before her. Her interest was now very piqued and she couldn’t care less if that would mean she’d turn her homework tomorrow half-baked. “I won’t. Come on, try me.”

Sighing, Sayaka marked her book by placing her pen between the page she was on before shutting it close, pushing herself up into a sitting position as well. “Guess,” she’d respond with a short pause. It was a small bet she was desperately clinging on, thinking that Yui would possibly be the last person to ever believe that Sayaka, the girl who seems like she’d rather marry a science book, would actually have a love problem someday.

“Love problems?”

Sayaka stared at her incredulously.

“…What? I was actually correct? Okay, who is it, Yamamoto Sayaka? Now you have to tell me after making me find out that my best friend is actually rolling around dilly-dallying about someone, possibly imagining how perfect they’d look kissing under the moonlit sky.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about that. And you were being sarcastic.”

“No I wasn’t,” Yui immediately defended, though her smirk proved otherwise.

“Yes you were.”

“I’ll tell your mother you’re accusing me of such lies,” she threatened.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh I would.”

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll tell you.” Sayaka paused, reluctant of her decision. Clearing her throat with one big gulp, she sighed. “I met a girl.”

“And you were the one calling me queer. Okay, where?”

Rolling her eyes, Sayaka groaned inwardly. She knew her insults towards Yui were going to be thrown back to her someday, but not this soon.

“On the street.”

Yui nodded her head then paused, her head snapping back to Sayaka after she had slightly turned it to check the bookshelf beside her for something, eyes widening in disbelief and her eyebrows now higher than ever.

“No, no! She’s not like that! She’s not a prostitute,” Sayaka explained, frantically waving her hands in front of her in defense. “Just a regular girl.”

“Do I know her?”

“Probably not.”

After a few more pushes and over 10 minutes of pleading, Sayaka hesitantly gave in and explained much further as to what had happened. Yui listened with interest, completely forgetting about their homework and instead, munching on the few cookies left in their plate after Sayaka’s mother had visited them earlier for a ‘few’ snacks.

Sayaka was smart, but in a different manner than Yui. Sayaka knew about mathematical equations as though they were just alphabets and even the scientific names of animals in which Yui couldn’t be bothered to learn about. Yui was also into reading like Sayaka but she preferred reading classic novels instead of educational books, and unlike Sayaka who sticks with the theories and formulas written on them, Yui leaned more towards common sense. Yui was good at reading people, and Sayaka was utterly horrible at them as she’d always locked herself in her room with nothing but educational books engulfing her. And it was because of this fact that Yui was beginning to grow uneasy as she listened to her friend talk, finally opening her mouth once her story telling had come to an end.

“I don’t think it’s a bright idea to give strangers money, Sayanee.”

“I know. I just… She needed it.”

“You didn’t know anything about her. Don’t get soft just because the girl’s cute.”

“I never said she was cute.”

“But you think she is, I can tell.” Standing up from the floor, Yui moved over to Sayaka’s bed, sitting down by its edge and tapping the empty space beside her before folding her legs together. “I’m sorry if I sound harsh but I’m just trying to help, Sayaka. You never know what the truth could be in the streets. You never know, she might have just taken you into a run-down apartment complex to gain your pity and plus, her story is way too horrible for someone to actually fall for so easily.”

“Yui…” Sayaka huffed, moving beside her best friend and dropping her back on the soft mattress almost instantly the moment she was close to it. “Is it that hard to believe that someone’s finally interested in me?” She was growing more defensive as the talk continued.

“You know that’s not what I meant, Sayaka.”

“Yeah. Of course. Okay.”

“Just don’t come running to me if ever you find out you’re being toyed on.”

Rolling her eyes, Sayaka stood up and went back to her homework, picking her pen up and tapping her bottom lip with it. Yui silently followed her suit after heaving out what seemed to be a disappointed sigh, dropping herself down across her best friend.

“So… Who ran over them? Was it your uncle?”

Yui turned her head up, blinking repeatedly at Sayaka.

“What do you mean?”

“I heard they were in a car accident. My bullies from a few weeks ago.”

“Oh!” Yui’s face seemed to lighten up as she laughed; waving her free hand in front of her while the other held her pen calmly. “No, no. Did you honestly believe uncle would do that?”

Sayaka raised her brow up at Yui, not amused.

“Okay, okay. It wasn’t uncle who did it. He loves his car far too much for him to have it stained with blood. It was Yuasa-san who did it.”

As if she said nothing out of the ordinary, Yui went back to her papers, scratching her head with the tip of her pen as she gave the question she’s been stuck with for almost an hour a thought.

“I give up. Sayanee, can you tell me the answer for—”

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Sayaka raised her hand up, finally taking in what Yui said.

“What?”

“You could have killed them, Yui.”

With a raise of a brow, Yui leaned back a little, tilting her head to the side. “Would you really have minded? They’ll be out in a few weeks, anyway.”

“W-Well, not that I would have but—”

“Look, Sayanee. You were my first friend here in Namba,” She paused, turning her eyes down a bit and let out a sigh. “You’re like a family to me, Sayaka.”

Sayaka sat quietly, her eyes slightly widening as she listened to Yui. Yui smiled softly, parting her lips to add one last thing before resuming with her homework.

“And we take care of family.”

“Thanks…”

Their evening grew more awkward and silent from that point on. Sayaka had drowned herself with textbooks and Yui didn’t feel bold enough to pry about Sayaka’s love troubles even further. Yui was sure that something was off, but perhaps it was just her growing paranoid over the idea of losing her best friend to some other girl who she just met in the streets. Sayaka, too, didn’t want to snoop anymore about how Yui had actually asked for someone to run over her bullies. She understood how much Yui cared about her, and perhaps Sayaka would have decided to do the same thing, too, if she were in the same position as Yui and found out someone had hurt her best friend.

Since that evening, Sayaka’s mood barely improved. She felt as though the days were growing more and more slow much to her dismay and she couldn’t even care less about her surroundings, not noticing much else surrounding her other than the dirty, drying snow leaving puddle everywhere for anyone dumb enough to slip on. She was near to completely giving up, forgetting everything and finally moving on with her life when she finally saw her again.

The short raven halted on her tracks the moment she noticed the familiar green jacket from the corner of her eyes, her head sharply turning to its direction with widened eyes. And just like that, her entire week of self pity instantly disappeared and she hurried closer to the girl.

Once Sayaka was close to her, she shifted most of her weight on one foot, apologetically smiling while rubbing her arm sheepishly.

“Hey,” she finally spoke.

“Hello.”

“How have you been?”

“Perfectly well,” Sayaka lied, scratching her cheek with one finger. “And you?”

“Perfectly well,” she repeated.

Both of them cleared their throats with a small cough and before their greetings could get any clumsier, Miyuki grabbed Sayaka by her elbow and led her somewhere, the latter stumbling about as she tried to catch up with her pace.

“Come on, I want to show you something.”

“Another diner?”

“No,” Miyuki rolled her eyes, but with a smile growing on her face. “It’s my favorite place.”

“Oh, alright.” It seemed more acceptable at the very least. At least Miyuki wasn’t planning on treating her again to repay the bills she had given her when she took her home. Although now that she thinks about it, Miyuki’s favorite place could be anywhere. It could be a coffee shop or maybe an arcade. Even a car lot as it seems to fit her image, not that she’s saying Miyuki and car lots seem to click well or anything.

In this case, however, it was a park or rather, a playground for kids.

With winter rolling in, the playground was completely abandoned, the season ending up too cold for kids to even bother spending out just to play with the swings or slides around, knowing that the seats would be icy cold once they sat on it.

Miyuki sat down on a swing, letting it sway on her feet as her fingers carefully lace around the metallic chain supporting it, pulling a bit with a small squeak the first time she felt its coldness before relaxing.

“I used to visit this place everyday when I was young.”

“I know this park,” Sayaka stood behind Miyuki, holding the chains to keep her still. They were cold in her hands, still wet from the melting snow. “I live close from here.”

“Really?” Turning her head up, Miyuki looked at Sayaka hopefully, “I’d like to see your house sometime.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Freeing the chains from her hold, Sayaka moved to the empty swing beside Miyuki, settling herself down on it with a small sigh while placing her briefcase down. Holding the base of the chains, she began on pushing herself back and forth with her feet.

“So…” She started, her eyes locked on the abandoned slide before them. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I…” Miyuki turned her head down, “My dad came home for a while.”

Sayaka turned her attention to Miyuki, her eyebrows furrowing to the middle worriedly.

“What happened?”

A tired smile rose on Miyuki’s features, keeping quiet for awhile as she fiddles with her fingers after resting them on her lap. She would open her mouth only to shut them again without uttering a single word, trying to piece the things she’d like to say to Sayaka.

“He arrived drunk, wanting money for him to run and gamble with again and mom refused to give him any. This made him mad and he… He sprained her arm so I had to stay home for awhile to do the chores and cook.” With her eyes still locked on her lap, Miyuki began on fiddling the edge of her coat’s sleeve instead, mumbling. “He—he took the money you gave me…”

Sayaka’s mouth parted at that, unsure on exactly what she wanted to say. She was angry, but at the same time she felt so helpless.

“I-“

“It’s okay!” Miyuki cut in while waving her hands dismissively; putting on a smile that only made Sayaka’s chest hurt even more. “It’s fine now, please don’t worry about it.”

The longer Miyuki kept her smile on her face, the more irritated Sayaka became and she just couldn’t take it, the way forgiving expression on Miyuki’s face only made her feel more frustrated.

“But that’s just messed up. He shouldn’t be allowed to get away with that.”

“I know, I know. But it’s not as bad as it sounds, believe me.”

“As if I could…”

“You’re too nice, Sayaka.”

“No I’m not,” Sayaka mumbled, turning her head to the side opposite from Miyuki. “I hate everyone.”

Miyuki chuckled in response and shook her head. Sayaka has heard her laugh before, in the diner when they spoke. And her laugh was utterly wonderful; light and honest. Sayaka liked the way it sounded since the first time, especially when it doesn’t seem like she does it very often. And while Sayaka didn’t notice it, Miyuki’s laughter brought the corners of her lips into a slight smile.

“Sayaka?”

“Hm?”

“You have a nice smile.”

Sayaka didn’t respond and turned away once more, embarrassed.

“You should do it more often.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t give me that forced sure,” Sayaka could almost imagine Miyuki pouting despite not looking at her at all. “I’m serious.”

She only gave her a nervous laugh in response, never noticing that it had already begun to snow. An hour has passed with them talking until their hands were frozen and their ears turned red from the cold, white breaths puffing out occasionally as they spoke. Noticing that it was getting dark, Miyuki stood up from the swing and threw the end of her scarf over her shoulder.

“Let me take you home this time,” she proposed, making Sayaka who was busy blowing on her own hands and rubbing them together for warmth.

Curious, the latter looked up at her from her seat.

“Shouldn’t I be walking you home?”

“Oh please,” Miyuki rolled her eyes jokingly, a smile etched on her face. “I am obviously tougher than you are. Plus, you did say your house is near here, I want to see it.”

“Ah, alright then.”

The smile on Miyuki’s face only rose as she reached her hands down, offering Sayaka to help her up from her seat. Raising her eyebrows up, Sayaka took the offered hands and Miyuki pulled her close, taking advantage of Sayaka’s proximity and voicing out a sudden question.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?”

Sayaka blinked a few times and swallowed as her face turned red. She wasn’t sure which was more embarrassing – the fact that she had no boyfriend of any sort or the fact that she was asking.

“N-No. I—” She shifted her eyes to the side, mumbling. “Rather, I don’t think I have any interest with men.”

“Oh? So you like girls, then?”

“What are you implying?” She made a slight face, finally catching her composure after a few more nervous swallows and some clumsy coughs to clear the lump on her throat. “And why are you asking anyway?”

“Can’t a curious girl ask?”

Miyuki held onto Sayaka’s arm as they walked, claiming that it would make them both warmer. Sayaka didn’t particularly mind despite protesting at first, and she was glad she could use the cold weather as an excuse for her reddened expression. She had to stop halfway to fish out her own scarf from her bag, thinking that it would warm her up even more yet Miyuki never let go despite Sayaka saying she was making it even more difficult for her to search for it from her bag, to which Miyuki just stuck her tongue out in response. Her hold only tightened until they finally reached Sayaka’s home, looking up at it almost sadly.

“Hey, do you want to come in for tea?” She offered once they stopped walking.

“I… I shouldn’t. At least not yet.” Miyuki mumbled, hoping Sayaka would understand what she meant. Sayaka nodded her head without pushing any further, thinking that it would only make her feel out of place in her house if she were to force Miyuki in. She was more than sure her mother would only pamper Miyuki like what she usually does to her other friends though.

“Look,” Sayaka trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. “If ever something happens in your home again… or you feel like you want to get away from whatever for awhile you can always come here, alright?

Turning her head up, Sayaka pointed her index finger towards a window on the second floor.

“That’s my room.”

Miyuki looked up as well and smiled in appreciation, nodding her head. She had underestimated Sayaka’s cunning, never noticing how the latter had slipped more money into her pocket while she was busy clinging onto her arm. It had upset Sayaka earlier when she heard how her father had took away the money she gave to Miyuki, but she knew that she would only refuse it if she were to give her another. Hopefully Miyuki wouldn’t march into her house later once she discovers the money in her pocket.

“Thank you. I’ll put that in mind.”

“Great. Good night to you, then, Milky.”

She wrapped her arms around Sayaka’s neck, hugging her as she quietly replied.

“Good night, Sayaka.”

With that, she was gone, taking her soothing warmth with her as Sayaka watched from the front steps of her house. She started to regret not setting up a certain time for them to meet again, but a feeling inside was telling her she would still meet her anyway.



“What time is it?” Sayaka awkwardly spoke in English, scratching the back of her ear with the back of her pencil. “It is thirty minutes before five.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help you, Sayanee. I did advice you to take Science instead of English classes while you were given the option to.” Yui was already used with helping Sayaka when it comes to Science, but any other subjects like English went over her head completely.

“It’s alright, I think I get the gist of it.”

Yui went back to her homework, sighing as her eyes scanned the difficult questions written on it while her fingers busied themselves with her laptop, typing in her answers there. She kept on glancing at Sayaka from the top of her screen, not feeling any less worried that she already did before. Sayaka had already assured her many times before that Miyuki was an honest girl, and that there was nothing for her to be suspicious of but the fact that she began on seeing Sayaka around less and less didn’t help her already suspicious self. It’s just that Sayaka hasn’t really been herself lately. Sayaka was normally distant to others; she doesn’t give that much of an interesting reply and was cynical. But lately she’d actually been talking with more emotions in her voice, accompanied with a silly smile plastered on her face once in a while.

“So uh…” Yui cleared her throat as she tried to keep her eyes locked on her laptop’s screen. “Sayanee?”

“Yes?” She looked up from the English book she was reading, her eyebrows arching up as she tried to take a glimpse at Yui.

“Is uh… Miyuki, was it? Is she your girlfriend now…?”

“That’s-“ Sayaka seemed surprised from the question, but not upset. “Of course not. That’s ridiculous, Yuihan.”

“You sure spend a lot of time with her lately though.”

“I suppose so…” Sayaka turned back to her book and picked her pencil up again, writing a few more things on her paper before glancing up at Yui once more, smiling at the unsure look glued on her friend’s face.

“Yuihan?”

“Hm?”

“If I ever I get one, you’ll be the first to know, I promise.”

The tapping on the laptop’s keyboard had halted, and a smile finally crept on Yui’s face for the first time of the day, although the day was about to end.

“Thank you. I’m never telling you if I do, though.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know.”

Later that night Sayaka sat alone on her bed, setting her clock for the next morning. She rolled under her covers after making sure that she had locked her room’s door and prepared the books she would need for class on her study table, laying on her side afterward to turn the lamp beside her bed off. She pressed her face into her pillow and sighed on it, exhausted from all the studying she’d done that night and all the tutoring for Yui.

A minute hasn’t passed by and she was already close to slipping into her dreamland, ignoring the noisy barking from the neighbourhood or the fact that her toy poodle, which was silently sleeping near to where her feet would be, didn’t join into the choir of barks. Not that she was complaining of course, that only made it easier for her to relax, after all.

Neon, her puppy’s name, was the first to notice a noise tapping on Sayaka’s window, getting up from her position and bristling. After her dog had been awake and walking atop her for a minute, Sayaka groaned and opened her eyes, clearly not amused of how her puppy had turned her into a treadmill of sorts.

“What is it?”

There was another noise outside that didn’t quite blend well with the barking and Sayaka sat up, wondering it if had started to hail. It was either that or someone simply thought it would be funny to play golf outside her house only to constantly hit her window. She crawled to the edge of her bed and peered out the window to see who it was, sighing.

It seemed that Yui had left her home again and was throwing pebbles to her window. They’d done this routine countless of times already, and she grabbed the fire escape ladder from under her bed to drag it over the window. The cold glass slid open as she dropped the ladder down, motioning for the girl to come up. Sayaka was half-awake all the while, squinting and hoping her friend hadn’t come over for a 2am visit with no particular reason.

It was only when Yui had come up and over the window ledge when Sayaka realized that it wasn’t actually Yui at all.

“M-Milky?”

It had been dark and they both had similar physiques, to top off the fact that Sayaka was half-asleep until now.

“H-“ Her voice was shaking. “-hey.”

She offered her hand to Miyuki and slightly shivered once she came in contact with her cold skin, helping her the rest of the way down from her window and guiding her until she sat on her bed.

“What happened?” Sayaka whispered, keeping her voice low. It was very cold outside and she quickly shut the window close, not wanting to have the accursed winter wind invade her room any further than it already has.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late but I had nowhere else to go.”

“No, no, it’s alright but Jesus, you’re cold.” She muttered, remembering how Miyuki’s fingers felt like ice in her palms. Picking Neon up from her blanket, she pulled it and wrapped it around Miyuki’s shoulders. It was still warm and Miyuki clutched it around her arms, desperate to heat herself up.

“Where’s your coat?”

“I ran out too fast… I’m sorry.”

Sayaka kept her mouth shut, waiting for her to continue. When Miyuki finally took the hint, she turned her head away and bit her lower lip. After what seemed to be a minute, she finally parted her lips to speak, murmuring.

“Dad came home while I was still asleep. Mom’s still at work and Rina’s assisting her in the Diner…” Miyuki trailed, tiredly falling on Sayaka’s shoulder and turning to face her even more, as if silently begging to be held. Hesitantly, Sayaka placed a hand on her back.

“I’m sorry for suddenly coming here I just—“ she stammered, “He was drunk and he—he tried to grab me out of nowhere that I ended up panicking I—“

“Milky. Miyuki. It’s alright, you don’t have to continue anymore, I understand.”

“I’m just… So sorry for bothering you so late at night…” Her hand tightly gripped against the sleeve of Sayaka’s shirt, trembling, her forehead now resting on her shoulder.

“It’s okay. Thank you for coming, I would have hated it otherwise if I discovered that you were hurt because you hesitated on doing so. Ah, but please just whisper, my parents are sleeping down the hall.”

Miyuki nodded, understanding as her grip on Sayaka’s shirt tightened, enough for Sayaka to be sure that there would be creases left on it when she let goes but she didn’t care either way, patting Miyuki’s back instead, hoping that it would be enough to calm her down. It didn’t seem like she had gotten over her trauma just yet and although her trembling had lessened, she was still shaking enough for Sayaka to feel it as she hugged her.

Sayaka could only guess that Miyuki’s father must have attempted on something other than trying to grab her and it upsets her even more. Neon, being the dog that she was, was only excited by the new visitor, smelling Miyuki’s elbow curiously only to have her forehead poked by Sayaka. The toy poodle whined in response and retreated back to her spot on the bed.

“May I—Can I sleep here?” Her voice was muffled by Sayaka’s shirt and she wasn’t quite sure if she heard it properly.

“What?”

“Just… For an hour or two, please? I’ll need some energy in case Dad’s still at home when I return… To run away again, that is.” She forced a smile on her face in a small attempt of brightening the mood, although it wasn’t much of help.

Sayaka looked at her unsurely and paused, not knowing how to answer. It wasn’t like she could just say “no” to her after hearing what happened, much more tossing her out of her room when she knows that there’s a chance her father’s still at home. She just didn’t think that she’d share her room to someone other than Yui so soon, not to mention that it would be the girl whom she has a silly little crush with.

“Okay.”

They lay down in bed, both facing each other. Miyuki had curled herself once her head met the pillow, closing her eyes and muttering tiredly.

“Thank you…”

“It’s no problem… You’ll have to leave before 6am, however. My Mom tends to barge into my room no matter how many times I lock it and-“

“I understand,” she whispered sleepily. Before Sayaka could even continue, she had already passed out, exhausted from the events that just had happened. Miyuki seemed peaceful as she slept, carrying with her an expression that was rare for someone who would casually throw sarcastic remarks like her, and Sayaka couldn’t help but smile at this. It wasn’t long after that Sayaka fell back asleep as well, not noticing how Miyuki had curled up against her seeking for warmth.

6am on the dot and there was a knock on her door.

“Sayaka? You awake?”

Sayaka’s mother liked to make sure that she would be awake before her alarm clock could even make a sound, and today was no exception. Her eyes darted open in a small panic as she looked to the side, wondering what she was supposed to do with Miyuki.

She stared, blinking at the empty spot on her bed. Oh. She was already gone.

“Y-Yes. Yes, I’m already awake, thank you…”

“Good. Don’t fall back asleep, alright?”

“Got it.”

Sayaka wondered if everything was just a dream when she saw a flat palm on her mattress, answering her question. It was still warm. Her back rose from her bed and she slid her legs out from under her covers, stepping closer to the window and tugging it open to see the ladder still dangling in place. Holding the window’s frame, she gazed down at the street. The morning looked cold and she frowned at the thought of Miyuki having to go through the cold wind in her pajamas again. It took her awhile after bringing the ladder back in to notice the hook on her wall, smirking a little.

Miyuki had taken her coat.
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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 2 12/18
« Reply #10 on: December 18, 2013, 10:26:41 PM »
I want know more about Miruki and her father... and more about Yuihan~

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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 2 12/18
« Reply #11 on: December 18, 2013, 11:57:24 PM »
Sayanee is so kind..

Yeah...I also want to know more about Milky and Yuihan...

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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 2 12/18
« Reply #12 on: December 19, 2013, 02:24:09 AM »
im so happy when i saw that you update this fic  :on woohoo:
sayanee i love you  :on slopkiss:
thats all i can say right now XD
thank you so much for the update  :wriggly:
and update soon :on gay:

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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 2 12/18
« Reply #13 on: December 19, 2013, 07:24:12 AM »
Finally! I honestly thought you weren't going to update, and had abandoned this awesome fic... I'm so glad you didn't!

I feel so sorry for Milky, but why do I have a feeling that she's using Sayanee...? Also, do I sense a Yandere Yuihan in the making? I know she said that Sayaka is like a family to her, but I still feel like she would let jealousy get the best of her... Especially since she asked someone to run over Sayaka's bullies. It just shows how much she cares about her, and how she would go to extreme lengths to protect her. So I wouldn't be surprised if she went all psycho and started massacring everyone if a stranger stole her best friend away from her...

Ah, I can't wait to see how this story unfolds! I'll definitely be waiting for the next chapter! :twothumbs

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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 2 12/18
« Reply #14 on: December 20, 2013, 01:49:49 AM »
hi there! :hand:

i love this couple and your story make it more perfect.

i love the way you write the story, it's like i see a drama. i imagine the drama in my mind when i read it. :)

it has been a long time since i write a comment in this forums. it nice to be back with many good stories that i can't wait to read :D

i will wait for your next update. can't wait :jphip:

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-- (SayaMilky) Chapter 3 Preview (yes this fic is still alive) 06/22
« Reply #15 on: June 22, 2014, 07:29:36 AM »
Hello! I'm sorry for never updating this and I know it's near a year now ever since the last update but I'm alive! And I just wanted to note everyone that I'll be working on this fanfic again. A few changes on my original idea here and there but it shouldn't change the flow of the story much.

I've noticed a few wanted to know more about Yui and Miyuki and, well, guess what? It's going to come soon! So here's a quick look at what will be on chapter three. The whole chapter will be up in no more than a week from now. I hope you guys haven't lost hope of me just yet!

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Ch. 3 Preview


It was the last time Sayaka ever saw Miyuki again and it's now the third week since then. And although they never saw each other anymore, Miyuki still managed to return her red coat, going to her house (perhaps purposely) in the morning while Sayaka was still in school to return it to her mother – properly washed and ironed and it must be from the detergent Miyuki used but Sayaka likes the smell of it now. It makes her feel dumb to admit but when Sayaka heard from her mother where she got her coat from, to which she happily answered with “a cute girl brought it here, her smile was so bright I had to give her a few cookies and she tried to say no but she eventually obliged when I told her I might just end up dragging her inside the house if she rejects the offer any longer. Is she your friend, dear?” And yes, Sayaka admits her mother is a creep – she ends up feeling mad at herself for missing Miyuki. Ends up cursing her school and Miyuki herself for coming in the morning.

A few days later, when Sayaka finally uses her coat, she finds a messily folded paper in the pocket, along it a piece of candy and a note that says, “My last piece, be happy” and the raven only ends up feeling all the more frustrated.

---this skips a lot of part---

“Aren't you sad?

Yui took a longer time to answer this time, head tilting up to the ceiling to think about it.

“I'm not sad when I don't think about it. So I try to distract myself and think of other things. Uncle Yuasa said I'm too old to be a crying baby now,” and Yui's voice grew very quiet, almost as low as a whisper as she added, “but I saw him cry when my mother was finally buried.”

Once again, Sayaka had no clue of what she should say. And once again, she wanted the hit herself on the head, hit her forehead against the wall and she immediately felt stupid and childish for being upset about not being able to play video games or buy shounen mangas. This girl had lost her parents, and had been sent to another city with no friends and a pretty much insensitive uncle.

“Sayaka. You're Sayaka, right? I said that correctly, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do I have an accent?” Yui titled her head to the side and she finally looked at Sayaka in the eyes.

A snort had managed to escape from Sayaka as her cheeks puffed, “Namba and Kyoto speaks in the same dialect, don't worry.”

“Oh.”
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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 3 (UPDATE) 06/22
« Reply #16 on: June 22, 2014, 02:54:17 PM »
Actually just have the actual chapter 3 now. Please feel free to leave a comment about the chapter!

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Chapter 3

It was the last time Sayaka ever saw Miyuki again and it’s now the third week since then. And although they never saw each other anymore, Miyuki still managed to return her red coat, going to her house (perhaps purposely) in the morning while Sayaka was still in school to return it to her mother – properly washed and ironed and it must be from the detergent Miyuki used but Sayaka likes the smell of it now. It makes her feel dumb to admit but when Sayaka heard from her mother where she got her coat from, to which she happily answered with “a cute girl brought it here, her smile was so bright I had to give her a few cookies and she tried to say no but she eventually obliged when I told her I might just end up dragging her inside the house if she rejects the offer any longer. Is she your friend, dear?” And yes, Sayaka admits her mother is a creep – she ends up feeling mad at herself for missing Miyuki. Ends up cursing her school and Miyuki herself for coming in the morning.

A few days later, when Sayaka finally uses her coat, she finds a messily folded paper in the pocket, along it a piece of candy and a note that says, “My last piece, be happy” and the raven only ends up feeling all the more frustrated.

Sayaka ends up complaining to Yui about it again and again, and even up until now, three weeks later, she still mentions it to her friend, to which Yui bluntly responses with a “stop being so in love with a girl you just picked up from the streets, queer” and for the hundredth time in the span of three weeks, Yui gets a light punch on the arm.

“Sayanee, it’s only been three weeks, not a year, you worry too much,” Yui sighed out, eyes rolling when Sayaka replied with a quiet mumble of ‘I’m not worried with her’.

All of their classes were done now, and the sky was still bright with the sun still yet to set, students slowly leaving the room both Sayaka and Yui were in until they were finally left alone, Sayaka grumbling about mathematics while filling her empty notes with her answer for their homework. Yui never understood why the short-haired even bothers doing it in school when it’s obvious that she would review it when she goes home (nerd, she mutters to herself while watching), but she stays with Sayaka, waiting until she was finally done and closed her notes before heaving out a sigh of relief, her legs uncrossing.

The afternoon had already begun to turn into night, the sky coated with honey and orange.

“Want to go to Dotonbori with me?”

“What?” Sayaka’s answer was instantaneous, head turned up to look at her friend in the eyes with an eyebrow perked up, “what for?”

“I need to buy something for uncle. Some sake and you know how strict places can be about selling alcohols to high school students. Only saloons and liquor stores in Dotonbori ever ignore about your age.”

“You would know,” with a roll of her eyes, Sayaka ungraciously shoved her notes inside her bag, pushing her seat back as she stood up with a small smile on her face. It doesn’t surprise her anymore, how Yui seems to know every dark thing there is in Osaka, especially not when she already has a hint of how her family works.

—-

She never asked Yui about her family, now that she thought about it but it had been obvious ever since they first met that they were quite dangerous.

They met when they were both 12 years old.

Sayaka had managed to guess well that visitors were coming that day. Her mother had been occupied for the whole day cooking and had asked her to clean up the living room and put away her game consoles and even though Sayaka complied to her mother’s orders and thoroughly cleaned the whole living room, she was still banished to the top floor of their two-floored home because ‘the visitors are here to talk about adult things with your father and shouldn’t be bothered’. Their only television was downstairs and because she had been asked to put away her consoles as well, that meant she wouldn’t be able to level grind anymore and save Aerith from her inevitable death. Because she found this unfair, Sayaka felt that she had a good enough reason to spy about this meeting about ‘adult things’. This wasn’t the first time that she had been sent upstairs while there were visitors downstairs, this being the third time within two months and curiosity was beginning to eat her tiny self up, wanting to know what’s so ‘adult’ about this meeting of theirs that she isn’t allowed to stay in the same floor as them.

Sayaka’s method of ‘spying’ was a bit too dull. She simply sat near the top of the stairs, out of sight and listening in silence.

The door bell rang and Sayaka instantly recognized the voices of two men who came in. The older, much deeper voice was from a man named Akimoto Yasushi, a close friend of her father’s and it was clear just from the way he spoke that she wasn’t from the Kansai region, speaking instead in Kanto dialect as he greeted her father. The other voice still spoke in Kanto, but his accent was different and Sayaka was still too young then to pin-point which province the accent was from. He was called Yuasa. A relative of Akimoto Yasushi and he owns this fancy restaurant in Namba named Bistro Sakae, and regularly visited their household for more of this talk of theirs.

“Yamamoto, it’s good to see you,” Akimoto said. “We’ve brought some sake from Tokyo.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Sayaka’s father answered good-naturedly, chuckling. “Oh? I see you’ve brought a new face, too.”

“Ah yes, this is Yokoyama Yui, my granddaughter. She just came from Kyoto. Not that far but it seems she’s yet to get used from the hour-long train ride.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” An unfamiliar voice said. It was young. Younger than the two men and monotonous. Sayaka bent her body down to have a quick look at the said new face and Yui stood there beside Yuasa, her face blank and her skin pale. She looked exhausted and as though she didn’t want to be there at all especially with the frown on her face but Sayaka later finds out that Yui wore that face permanently, only breaking out of her uninterested look whenever they were alone.

Their eyes met for a quick second and Sayaka hurriedly leaned back to hide herself, praying that she hadn’t seen her.

“Well then, are you hungry? Why don’t we go to the kitchen? I’ve baked some cake if you’d like.” Her mother said and Sayaka took a quick peek again to see her mother guiding Yui to where the kitchen was and once she was out of earshot, the three gentlemen resumed their talk and Sayaka went back to hiding.

“So, have you done the papers?” Akimoto said, breaking the silence between the three of them.

“Yes, and I’ve already sent it out.” Sayaka heard her father answer and her eyebrows furrow in curiosity. What papers? What did he sent out? Just what were they talking about?

“So I take it that there were no problems?” It was Akimoto once again.

“Well, actually…” Mr. Yamamoto trailed off and Sayaka could hear clanking of glasses. They must have opened the sake and were already pouring it into tiny shot glasses for them to drink. Sayaka never understood why adults drink alcohols. And she never wishes to. “Let’s just say Kanoko ended up doing the same mistake again. It has been taken care of and I’ve apologized to the clients.”

“Jesus Christ, just how many times does he plan on slipping up?” Yuasa finally spoke, rather impatiently with the edge of his words rough. “If he weren’t relative of mine I’d say we bring him to Tokyo Bay and end him.”

End. Synonymous to terminating, finishing – killing and Sayaka couldn’t help but gulp at the idea of her father and the other two gentlemen actually killing someone.

Sayaka’s father was an accountant; he takes care of other people’s money, would dress in a well-ironed suit and a plain tie, have a warm coffee to wake himself up and drive to work every morning in an office building thirty minutes away from their home by vehicle. Many clients loved and depended on him and he’d been very good at his job that he often receives extras from his paycheck. Akimoto Yasushi, however, along with Yuasa, weren’t what Sayaka would refer to as normal clients. Sayaka was only just twelve then but she knew the difference between normal taxes and suspicious taxes. Her dream was to follow her father’s footsteps into being an accountant, and she wanted to know more about what he does and why Akimoto and Yuasa often visits her father but each time she asked about it, she would only receive a vague reply. You’re still too young to understand, Sayaka. They would say and that just upsets the young girl.

And to terminate – kill someone… Was that even a part of an accountant’s job? Sayaka swallowed again. She was still young, but she’d seen the news on the television, played far too many games and watched enough dramas to know what a Yakuza was. And she was beginning to believe that Akimoto Yasushi, Yuasa and even the Yokoyama Yui from earlier were a part of one.

“Yuasa, watch what you say,” Akimoto said firmly. “Especially in front of your young niece.”

“Oh,” Yuasa said, looking sideways. He hadn’t notice Yui reentering the living room, and neither did Sayaka who was still too busy hiding and trying to calm her beating heart down to bother peeking again.

“Why don’t you go upstairs, Yui, and say hello to my daughter Sayaka?” Sayaka’s father suggested to the girl, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind taking a quick break from her studies.”

Right. Studies. Sayaka panicked, nearly hitting her head on the stair’s railing as she heard the girl approach the stairs. She stood up on her feet and rushed down the hall as quietly as she could, entering her bedroom and sitting down by her study table. That’s right. She was supposed to be studying, not eavesdropping. She barely had the time to grab a book and open to a random page before Yui opened the door without as much of a knock, welcoming herself in and closing the said door behind her.

“Hi,” the girl said.

“Hello,” Sayaka replied, wide-eyed and she tried to still her panting, struggling to keep herself from breathing too loudly or her act would be found out. “W-What’s your name?”

“I’m sure you know my name already,” and Yui entered the room all the more, browsing through her bookshelf with her forefinger brushing against the book spines in a feather touch. “I saw you on the stairs.”

“O-Oh.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m going to tell them.”

“Thank you.” And she shuts her book close, finding it useless to act as though she was studying now that it was clear that the other girl knew already.

“Did you arrange these by size?”

“Excuse me?”

“The books. There are a few that has the same author but they’re not placed together, so I’m guessing they’re not arranged by authors. The colors are mixed, too, so that’s also out of the option, so did you arrange them by size?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. They looked much neater like that. So uh— you’re from Kyoto, right?” Standing up from her seat, Sayaka moved to sit down on her bed, where she was closer to Yui who was pulling out a book and reading the cover before carefully putting it back to the space she had made. “How long are you visiting for?”

Taking another book out, Yui opened it to the first page this time. It was an action manga Sayaka had bought a few months back, the manga that earned her a scolding from her mother because apparently, to her, Sayaka’s femininity was slowly leaving her the more she bought shounen mangas and listened to boy bands. “I’ll be living with uncle Yuasa here this time.”

“Oh. For school?”

“My mother died,’ and she put the manga back in its place. “You should at least arrange your mangas by volume, they’re all of the same size anyway.”

“Wh- yeah. I mean, I should, it saves time when I want to read the whole series again from the start but wait-” Sayaka stammered, jaw-dropped and wide-eyed. “But what about your dad?”

“I don’t know where he is.” With a sigh, Yui finally left the shelf alone and sat down beside Sayaka and Sayaka’s just too surprised at how the other girl was revealing all of this in a much too calm voice, eyebrows knitting upward until a vertical line had formed between them and dear lord, Sayaka wants to take the thickest book in her shelf and hit her head with it again and again until she could finally stop pulling out every touchy subject there is.

“Aren’t you sad?

Yui took a longer time to answer this time, head tilting up to the ceiling to think about it.

“I’m not sad when I don’t think about it. So I try to distract myself and think of other things. Uncle Yuasa said I’m too old to be a crying baby now,” and Yui’s voice grew very quiet, almost as low as a whisper as she added, “but I saw him cry when my mother was finally buried.”

Once again, Sayaka had no clue of what she should say. And once again, she wanted the hit herself on the head, hit her forehead against the wall and she immediately felt stupid and childish for being upset about not being able to play video games or buy shounen mangas. This girl had lost her parents and had just been sent to another city with no friends and a pretty much insensitive uncle.

“Sayaka. You’re Sayaka, right? I said that correctly, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do I have an accent?” Yui titled her head to the side and she finally looked at Sayaka in the eyes.

A snort had managed to escape from Sayaka as her cheeks puffed, “Namba and Kyoto speaks in the same dialect, don’t worry.”

“Oh.”

Sayaka groaned in frustration as silence enveloped them once again and she rubs and messes the back of her head while pushing herself up from the bed, approaching her bookshelf and pulling out a few books – three or four – and placing them on Yui’s lap.

“What’s this?” Yui blinked.

“Books, obviously. From volume one to four of One Piece. When you’re done with them, come back here and I can lend you the next ten volumes if you liked it. You need distractions, right? They’re great for it. They distract me a lot from studying that I even flunked mathematics.”

“Oh.” Yui sighed out again and she looked down to the books on her lap, opening the first volume up to see the monochrome art on the first page and her lips finally curls into a small smile. “Thank you, Sayaka.”

And Sayaka definitely loved Yui’s smile.

—-

They go to Dotonbori on foot and it only takes them ten minutes to reach the famous tourist destination. It made Sayaka wonder why she rarely visited the crowded entertainment district but then she remembers that she was supposed to be one of those people who spend practically the rest of their lives in their room studying. Not that she’s complaining of course, she didn’t like crowded areas anyway.

As night had completely set in, gigantic signs - the one big Glico man signage and many other eccentric billboards like a huge, moving crab - brightened the whole district. Everyone bustled on with their business, some standing on the canal bridge eating Takoyaki while some are just drinking alcohol while staring ahead of them and Sayaka isn’t even sure as to what they were staring at; there was nothing there. Just some wall with graffiti but the two drunkards seem to be looking at it proudly. Yui taking her hand took her attention away from them and Sayaka obediently followed as Yui pulled her along the crowded streets, shoulder bumping on shoulder and quiet apologies flying out from her mouth each time. Sayaka didn’t like crowded areas. And it’s mainly because she’d always end up looking like a fool apologizing to someone who wasn’t even listening to her say sorry.

The liquor store they entered wasn’t at all crowded, which was a bit of a surprise knowing that almost every other bar, restaurant and stands in Dotonbori were filled with customers.

“Kei? We’re here to get the sake uncle asked for,” Yui called out as the two of them entered further within the establishment, a girl a few centimeters shorter than Sayaka walking out from the ‘authorized folks only!’ door with a bottle already in hand, as if she’d been expecting for Sayaka and Yui’s arrival since long ago.

Sayaka’s eyebrows rose when she finally realizes who the girl was, “Keicchi.” She sighed out and she can almost already guess why Yui said it wouldn’t be a problem for them to enter a store selling alcohol while wearing uniform.

Keicchi. Jonishi Kei. She was a classmate of Sayaka when she was still in middle school and Sayaka had been suspicious ever since she saw her and Yui talk that she might be a part of Yui’s… Well, ‘family’, just to sugar coat and if Sayaka remembers correctly, Keicchi has this odd affection towards lizards, thus now explains the many lizard stone sculpture hanging all around the place and she’ll never understand what’s so cute about lizards. Gross, maybe. But cute? Humans are odd.

“Oh! If it isn’t Sayanee!” Great, now she’s using that nickname too but Sayaka smiled nonetheless, lazily holding her hand up and waving it. “Still being Yui’s tail, I see? Sorry she drags you around with her but take care of her, yeah? Sometimes she doesn’t look both side of the road before crossing just because she thinks only pansies do that.”

“I never said that!”

“But you think so.”

Eyes rolling, Yui grabbed the bottle from Kei’s hand and stomped out of the store, leaving Sayaka and Kei both amused and wide-eyed as they stared at the now closed wooden door. Right. Yui loved revealing things about other people yet she easily gets upset when it’s her that ends up as a topic. A silly friend she is really and Sayaka finds it sillier and childish of Yui to suddenly get all huffy from a tiny joke.

“Be careful on your way home okay? I heard some gangsters or the like have been lurking around Dotonbori during the night.”

What, like you? Sayaka wanted to ask but she settled instead with a small smile and a nod before following Yui outside.

Gangsters – or rather, yakuza families being around Osaka was never a news to Sayaka. One could almost say yakuzas were already a part of Osaka, although they’re all over Japan, but most have been caught walking around the Kansai region, especially in Namba and that was another reason why Sayaka barely left her house. Her mother’s a worrywart and the last thing she wanted to get was to have an earful of ‘Where have you been?!’ when she gets home late. It wasn’t like these syndicates were as noisy as dramas depict them though. In fact, it’s almost as if they weren’t there at all. There’s no door kicking with rough looking men behind shouting ‘pay yer taxes ye’ bafoons!’ or gunshots being heard at night, and definitely no finger cutting in the public for everyone to see or fear. Dramas and movies exaggerate a lot, and a part of Sayaka even felt sorry for the yakuza for all of the terrible depictions about them though of course, it was still a fact that they were evil.

Perhaps she was just crazy or something, feeling sorry for a Japanese mafia like that but, well, if Yui and Akimoto and everyone else—maybe even her own dad turns out to be one of them then there’s not much she could do but turn her head down and accept the truth. And then she’d have more reason why she can’t bring herself to be like others who despise them to no ends.

“Hey, Sayaka.”

Turning her head up, Sayaka softly bumped against Yui’s back, nose meeting the back of the taller girls’ head and she groans a ‘what?’ while rubbing her aching nose.

“Isn’t that your sugar baby? Miyuki, right? The girl who always waits for you outside the school gate?”

Sayaka’s eyes widen and there’s a small smile on her face as she whipped her head to the direction Yui was pointing at, whispering a ‘what, really?!’ as she did so and her smile fell. The brightened look on her face earlier gone, exchanged instead with a frown as she stared at the retreating figure of her. Of Miyuki. Donning on a black coat to warm herself up from the cold evening while – Sayaka grits her teeth – while clinging on an arm of a man who seemed to be in his forties.

What the heck.

“Compensated Dating? It seems to be the new thing here in Dotonbori, I didn’t know your—” Yui’s words were cut as Sayaka brushed past her, their shoulders bumping and the former hurriedly grabbed her friend by the wrist, halting her from taking another step closer to the two giggling figures before them. “Sayaka what are you—”

“Let go of me, Yui!” She hissed, swinging her hand to the side in hopes of setting her wrist free to no avail. Damn Yui for being strong. “I need to talk to her.”

“Talk to her to what? To convince her to stop? Come on, Sayaka,” She tightened her hold on Sayaka’s wrist and lowered her voice, finally noticing the few people that were looking at them. “I’m sure she has a reason why she’s with an old man and if she’s really an Enko then you’d only ruin her source of income if you step in now. Do you really want to do that?”

“I don’t ca—”

“—she’ll hate you for it.”

Finally breaking free from Yui’s hold, Sayaka pursed her lips together, taking one last glance at Miyuki and the man before shoving her hands inside her pocket.

“Screw this,” she groaned, turning to the other direction and storming off.

—-

Sayaka tried not to let it bother her, she really did. She tried to follow Yui’s advice when she called her later that evening, telling her how she shouldn’t meddle with Miyuki’s life too much because it was like they lived in two different worlds. Sayaka lived her life leisurely. She had two loving parents and her father worked in a well-paying company. And Sayaka accepted that fact. That she and Miyuki were the opposite of each other and that she should stop trying to jump into her life.

But then she realizes how difficult it actually is to just suddenly remove someone from your life and she ends up spending the next morning thinking about it. About what she saw in Dotonbori, about Miyuki and about how she shouldn’t hang out with her. She ends up too distracted to even listen to the teacher talking before her.

And now Sayaka’s starting to believe the many times Yui had called her ‘stupid’ and ‘idiot’ as she stood in front of a familiar old-looking apartment building, both of her hands limply swaying by her side as she walked, clenched into fists and she only stops to ask where Miyuki’s room is because she doesn’t know which out of the many doors lined up were her’s and Sayaka doesn’t know what her last name is, which delayed her all the more because the old lady behind the glass cubicle by the door took a few moments to wonder who Miyuki was and when she finally got it, she flashed a somewhat apologetic smile at Sayaka (which she doesn’t get why) before pointing out which floor and door number it was.

Third floor, room B248. It’s a 1LK room ,the old lady added when she answered Sayaka’s question and although the raven found no need to find out what kind of unit Miyuki’s apartment room was, she still thanked her before walking away.

It took her longer to knock on the door than searching for it. It was the last room on the third floor, right across it being room B249 and the green paint on the door was beginning to fade away and the door knob was a bit rusty, just like all the other doors lined up in the hallway. Sayaka stood behind it for five minutes, hand raising up to knock before falling back down to her side only to raise up once more and it repeats for two more times before she finally knocked, the sound of her knuckles hitting the wooden surface echoing through the quiet hallway.

Her heart skips a beat when she heard Miyuki’s voice on the other side of the door, yelling out a ‘coming’ and the next thing she knew, she was face-to-face with her, both of them wide-eyed and jaw-dropped as they stared at each other.

“Sayaka,” it was Miyuki who spoke first and it was more of a sigh than a word.

Sayaka wonders since when did breathing become so difficult.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Miyuki croaked, choked as she tried to come up with words to say. Stepping to the side, she widens the door’s opening, her head turned down as though the wooden floor was much, much more interesting than Sayaka before mumbling—asking, “come in?”

Sayaka quietly entered the room, sitting down on one of the floor cushions there when Miyuki told her to take a seat before hurrying off to the kitchen. The room was empty. It was fully furnished, yes, with a tiny television, a wooden table before her, fans and whatnot but it was empty. Quiet as though there was no life there. Sayaka felt lonely just sitting inside the silent room.

“I’m sorry for the wait,” Miyuki re-entered the living room a few minutes later, placing down a tea cup on the table just in front of Sayaka with a ‘have some tea’ and sitting down across the latter, eyes still casting downward except this time it was on the table and Sayaka hated how Miyuki wouldn’t look at her in the eyes. Hated the suffocating silence that soon swallowed them.

“Dotonbori.” Once again, it was her who broke the silence. And it was with the name Sayaka wanted to avoid the most. “You saw me there, didn’t you? I saw you just as when you walked away. I heard your voice. I— I’m sorry, Sayaka.”

“What are you apologizing for, exactly?”

“I—”

“Have you been lying to me?” Silence had finally disappeared but Sayaka’s voice heightened, angrily, impatiently, and Miyuki was still looking down. Sayaka could see how she had her hands clenched on top of her lap and noticed how she was biting her bottom lip and that was all she needed to know that she had been correct. Miyuki was lying to her after all. She’d been fooled. And she was foolish enough to believe every cent Miyuki had told her. “Screw this.” It’s her favorite word now. Screw this. Screw everything because she was dumb and stupid despite the A’s she’d gotten in her last exam.

She wanted to leave the place badly.

“If I tell you the truth now, would you believe me? Would you be mad at me? Are you— you’re going to leave me, definitely.”

Sayaka scoffed and she definitely hated the way Miyuki’s eyes flickered in fear the moment she looked up at her. Full of guilt. Full of regret. “You were the one who started avoiding me first.”

“I didn’t want you to hate me.”

“Well guess what?” She stood up on her feet, glaring down at Miyuki who went back to looking down at the table and taking a deep breath in. She needed to calm down, but she couldn’t. She was just – was just too upset at Miyuki. At everything. “I hate you already.” She finally added and Miyuki’s head only hung lower.

Having enough of this drama, Sayaka turned to leave with a scowl on her face, unable to wipe it away with the usual indifferent look she’d always worn and unable to calm her boiling blood. Any more of this and she was sure she’d snap already. Yell at Miyuki or something and she didn’t want that to happen because while she believed that she wouldn’t be blamed at if she does end up snapping, she still had no right to be mad. It wasn’t like she and Miyuki were that much of friends anyway. They just spoke to each other, that’s all. Sayaka only helped Miyuki because she felt bad about her story, which might as well have been a lie, that’s all.

There was nothing real between the two of them. They were just strangers to each other and she had no right to be mad at a stranger.

“You’re right, I did lie.” Sayaka halted just a few more steps before she could finally reach the door knob, her back still facing Miyuki. “The woman in the diner wasn’t my mother. She was just a kind lady who took care of me far better than my real mother. I have no father who comes home drunk. He’s dead. Or he might as well be, I’ve never seen him.”

“What?” She finally turned around. Miyuki was already standing up, looking up at her with a small, painful smile on her face and her hands were clenched into a fist as well, just like Sayaka and she was trembling. It was only for a short moment but she was trembling.

Lifting her right hand up, Miyuki rubbed her left arm, laughing to herself bitterly before continuing, “My mom was the one who took the money you gave me away. She always, always thinks that everything is hers and hers alone and it’s because of her that Rina left. Rina went back to her real family, three weeks ago and if you don’t believe me then I have her letter. I can show you her letter. I’m happy for her though. She’ll be happier there.” She pressed her lips into a closed smile once more. A smile that instantly had Sayaka feeling guilty for getting upset at her but then how could Sayaka be so sure that this wasn’t another series of lie? It could be one. It must be. But then Miyuki continues on.

“Compensated dating.”

Sayaka curled her fists tight enough for her to feel her nails against her skin.

“I started it just a few days after I stopped appearing in front of your school. I— you’re rich, Sayaka. You go to a prestigious school that almost everyone in Namba wants to go in and me… I’m just a nobody.” She shrugged, “A poor girl who lie like it was breathing and now I do compensated dating. People look down at them, right? Enko. So I stopped coming to you. You’re a great friend. You’re far too kind and being with you makes me feel as though I was just— just using you—”

“Aren’t you?”

And there’s that bitter smile again. God Sayaka hated that smile.

“I was scared that you’d hate me if you knew the truth. I’m sorry for keeping it from you, but I didn’t want you to think that my life’s some sort of sob-story, but then I guess it is now. I understand if you hate me and I won’t beg for forgiveness, but I just—”

Miyuki’s eyes widened, and Sayaka doesn’t get why until she turned her head around to see what was the matter, finally noticing how the door was already open, and finally taking notice of the woman who was standing behind her with a displeased looked on her face.

“Mom.”
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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 3 (UPDATE) 06/22
« Reply #17 on: June 22, 2014, 09:04:33 PM »
wow.. <--- without words

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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 3 (UPDATE) 06/22
« Reply #18 on: June 24, 2014, 12:02:42 AM »
You... You came back to us! Just when I was starting to lose hope, you came back! Thank you for not abandoning this masterpiece. *awkwardly approaches marispark for a hug but quickly realizes how creepy it looks and retreats*

So my suspicions about Milky were correct after all, huh? I can't help but sympathize with her, though. You can tell that her life hasn't exactly been an easy one, and has a selfish, abusive bitch of a mother to top it all off. So as much as i want to be angry with her for constantly lying to Sayaka, I can't. Because if i were in her position, I would do the same thing. I wouldn't want the only person whom I thought of as a friend and cared about to know how messed up my life is, even if it meant lying to, and in the process hurting them.

My poor heart, this is depressing! I will be patiently waiting for the next chapter, so take your time and don't rush it. :twothumbs
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Re: -- (SayaMilky) Chapter 3 (UPDATE) 06/22
« Reply #19 on: June 25, 2014, 01:30:16 AM »
OMG Hey  :panic:
Milky  :banghead: bakaaa
I want to give a hug sayaka now  :cry:
waiting for the next chapter. Thanks!

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