BEST LOVE SERIES: Takaki Yuya - LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT CHAPTER 1
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BEST LOVE SERIES: Takaki Yuya - LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
AUTHOR: Hara
TYPE: MC
PAIRING: Takaki Yuya X OC
GENRE: Romance, attempted fluff??
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 3, 849
SUMMARY: Takaki Yuya, a narcissist playboy who doesn't believe in true love, what would he do if someone with opposite of his personality abruptly say that she's now his girlfriend. <--- Okay. WHAT A SUPER LAME SUMMARY!!!!!!!!!
NOTE: yo. yo. yo. my second MC fic?? okay. my first MC fic is on my fb acc. and i haven't post it yet... still not finished. anyway, this is an OC, i hope everyone doesn't mind. haha.
by the way, if you're wondering about the title, BEST LOVE SERIES. This MC fics will be a series of BEST. argh. so hard to explain. anyway,it's obviously about the love stroy of BEST. so yeah... Yuya's story will be the first. and their stories are all connected... i'll make a tag link about this series for further explanation?? so wait for it.
oh, almost forgot... this is a Takaki-centric.... but i so failed there.
PLEASE COMMENT!!!! *bows*
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CHAPTER 1
“If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving”, someone once told me. And for a young man like me, who is loved by everyone, that phrase is an insult and slur. But that very same couch made a man like me fall more deep for the girl who told me that words, made me fall in love for the first time.
I never thought that I would and could feel that tingling sensation in my stomach as if a group of butterflies is having a celebration of something. Maybe because she’s approaching. I never thought that my heart could thump so hard and fast whenever she’s near-especially when she always accidentally sleeps on my shoulder. *grins* I never thought that her refreshing smile which is like a rainbow when I was a kid, it seldom appears, could make my heart also smile. I never thought that a mysterious girl like her could make someone like me look like a clumsy loser in front of her and everyone. I never thought that she could leave me speechless with her unexplainable fleeting look at me. It made me curious. Never thought that I’d fall in love with a girl who I rarely talk to. Even though we would always go home late after attending cram school together. But not really together, you know what I mean. And I don’t know why but we would always sit together in one particular part in the bus, the long cozy chair at the back. I never thought that I’d say this but… thanks to that stupid cram school, riding home late on a bus has never been this exciting and… Oh, this feeling is so hard to put into a word.
Experiencing all that would be next to impossible for someone like me but I did. I felt all that and it feels so good. Loving her made me complete and satisfied. Loving someone, instead of being loved by everyone, feels good-even better. I’m Takaki Yuya and this is my first and last love story.
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It started when I sat beside her in the bus going to my new school. I had no choice but to sit beside her because almost of the chairs were occupied. And besides the long chair at the back is what I preferred because it’s snug and quiet, seldom people sit there. I always sit there. As I sat down, I glanced beside me. My first impression for her was she’s lazy and indolent. Well it’s obviously because she’s sleeping. Her saliva dripped from her, her head bouncing up and down with the moving bus. It’s like the dog on the dashboard of my mother’s car. I noticed that she’s also in high school and in fact she’s a student of my new school.
“I hope she’s not my classmate”, I prayed as I wear my earphones. I just don’t like a lazy person, that’s all. I continued staring at her and I couldn’t help but noticed, this girl is kinda cute. Minus the saliva on her mouth, she looked like an angel.
I got curious. It looked like she always do that every morning-sleeping on the bus I mean.
What did she do last night that made her so tired and sleep on a bus? I got more curious. But who cares? I do? Why? It’s not like I like her or something. Nah, that’s impossible. I don’t like a girl who oozes saliva in her sleep. And I don’t even know this girl. As I thought that, she suddenly leaned on my shoulder.
“What?” I felt her hair slides down on me. And it smelled so good like the lavenders in my mother’s garden. I was still pissed off despite of her hair that smells good. I pushed her back on the window side. As I touched her, I felt a sudden shock that crawled from my hand to my whole body. I quickly pulled away from her.
What the heck was that? I thought as I stared at my shuddering hands. This girl… I stared at her. Then I heard something, I drum-like sound. What’s that? I listened carefully. And to my surprise, it’s coming from my… It can’t be. I protested. No.
To my shock I suddenly stand up and unconsciously got off the bus. It’s a good thing the bus wasn’t moving because it was on a bus stop. Or I could be dead by now. I stand on the sidewalk, staring to nothing. Until now, I wasn’t so sure how long I was in my trance. As I got back into the real world I received a bad news. I got off on a bus stop two blocks away from my school. “Oh, crap!” I hurriedly ran or else. “I’ll be late for school in my first day!”
***
“You’re late!” Mr. Moritaka, my new class adviser yelled at me. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again”, I sincerely apologized with my head bowed. Apologized? Me? Takaki Yuya is apologizing? I never in my life asked for forgiveness from someone. I’m Takaki Yuya. They apologize at me. Not me. It’s that girl’s fault.
“Hey, what are you waiting for? Christmas?” I noticed Mr. Moritaka wasn’t in front of me anymore. He’s standing at the door waiting for me. What am I thinking? That girl? I shouldn’t think about her. She’s a retard. And I hope I won’t see her again. I should set my mind in my studies. I can’t afford to fail again. I can’t disappoint my mother.
From now on, it’s only my mother and me. I don’t have a father anymore. He’s already dead for me after he left us for a low-life T.V actress. *smirks* I won’t forgive him even if he comes back. I pity my mother for loving someone like him. She didn’t even leave even a tiny bit of love for herself. She took months to recover from it. And she realized it now that it’s better to be loved than to love someone who is not worthy. That’s why I hate to love. I’m not saying I don’t love my mother. Even though I had girlfriends. They were just my past time. I just want to fill my free time. They always approach me anyway. I still want to have one, though. To have some fun. *sniggers* It’s just that, love is just a burden for your success. It will only give you aches, hardships, grief and disappointment. And I hate that. Everyone could love me, but not me. And I will never love someone. Definitely.
“Stay here. You can go inside as I call you.” Mr. Moritaka said as he cut my reminisce in the past. “Yes, Mr. Moritaka.” I answered and he stepped inside the room.
This is it. My new school. New school, I say? Well yeah. We moved here in Yokohama from Tokyo. We had two reasons. First, it’s because of my mother’s work. Second, my mom and I could use a new and fresh start after what happened. I heard Mr. Moritaka called me and I entered the room of class 3-1. And as I anticipated, the girls screamed. I grinned. These girls knew what a good looking guy looked like. I scanned the whole room as Mr. Moritaka idly wrote my name and introduced me to the class. Hmm… there was one girl who just plainly and coldly stared at me. I also stared at her. And…
“You!” I pointed at her. She’s the sleeping girl from the bus. The reason why I was late.
“Me?” She confusedly pointed herself as the whole class glanced at her.
“You know each other?” Mr. Moritaka asked with a curious look.
“She’s the reason why I was late”, I furiously stated.
“Me?! I just met you”, she refuted. She got a point but even so, she’s still the reason why I was late at my first day in my new school. I glared at her. But she just gazed outside the window beside her and yawned. What? You dare ignore me?
“Okay. That’s enough.” I glanced at Mr. Moritaka. “You can sit at the vacant chair”, he continued as I followed at where he was pointing at. But to my dismay, the vacant chair is behind that girl. That girl who got on my nerve on the very first day I met her. And I don’t even know her name yet. Great! So much misfortune happened in my first day. And now, I’m going to sit behind her?
“You can sit now. We’re going to start the homeroom”, he grabbed a chalk and started writing on the board. I sauntered towards the chair as I was still intensely glaring at her. I sat down. She’s still staring outside. But there was nothing outside but the swimming club. She sighed. Is she interested in swimming? What do I care anyway? I told you to focus on your goals. And stop staring at her back!
“Psst…” someone called me. And it was my classmate who was sitting beside me. I looked at him. “My name is Yabu Kota.” He introduced himself with a smiling face. And I also introduced mine. “Nice to meet you”, he answered. I smiled. Kota is a nice guy. I easily established a good friendship with him. We have a lot in common. He also liked girls. He has also goals and dreams that he eagerly wants to grab. Like me. But there was one thing I didn’t agree with him. It was about love. And you know why. This guy, Kota, is hopelessly romantic! That was weird for me. Why a guy like him believed in love so much? I, too, believed in love but not the way he thinks about it. He’s just too damn crazy about it. He once told me that true love is one of the essentials of a good and happy life. But who needs it? I don’t. I don’t believe that love can make your life happy just like what he said. Anyway, I don’t care of what he thinks about that stupid feeling, love. He can get all the love that he wants. And me. I’ll stay the same. I’ll be that the same Yuya who’ll love by everyone. Call it egotistic but I don’t know if I would give their love back. I’ll be the hub of everyone while I focuses myself into my goals and sometimes… the girls. What can I do? They just love me so much. *sniggers*
At last, I got through the afflicting first day. I stretched out my arms to let my blood flows through my vein. Kota approached me.
“Hey, want to come with us?” I glanced at the other students behind Kota.
“Where?” I asked even though I’m not coming with them because my mother enrolled me in a stupid cram school. I don’t know why I have to go there. All students that go there are all nerds. Besides, I can study by myself. Not that I’m boasting but aside from my good looks and charm, I also have brains. I’m smart. And I could pass this senior year easily and effortlessly. “We’re going karaoke”, he answered breathlessly.
“I’m sorry but I can’t”, I rejected them as I stand up and grabbed my bag.
“Why?” I could see the disappointment in his eyes as well as the others’.
“I just can’t. I’m going somewhere,” I shrugged.
“Come on, Takaki-kun.” Marin approached me, flirting. I smirked. The first time I saw this girl, an attraction bloomed from me as expected. She’s just so stunning and searing. “It’ll be fun”, she continued as her arm enclosed around me.
“Sorry, babe”, I played with her as what she wanted. “Maybe next time?” I showed off my charismatic and captivating smile to them. The girls giggled. But then I suddenly noticed something outside the window. It’s that girl. She’s going home, I guess. I suddenly felt the urged to follow her. Just curious. “Uh, I have to go, guys”, I hurriedly ran off. “See you tomorrow! Bye!” I ran faster.
Why am I running anyway? To follow her? Why? Oh, well. I wasn’t in the mood to go to the cram school anyway. But why am I still following her? I could just go home or go with the others to the karaoke. Was I just really curious to know where she’s going? Right. I’m just curious. But why? Gah! I’m just going round and round trying to find a reason to follow this girl I’m not really interested.
Ah! I suddenly stopped and hid as I saw her glanced towards my direction. Did she sense me? I peeked and I saw her walking again. I discreetly followed her again. Hmm… I just remembered. I still don’t know her name. I knew Kota told me about the names of our classmates including hers but I wasn’t listening. I was too engaged with the staring at her back. I could still smell the lavender scent of her hair. And aside from the scent, I also noticed that it’s also shiny and smooth. I wanted to touch it… and smell it.
“Hm?” She’s skipping? What a child. I was kinda annoyed but I still found myself softly laughing in amazement. She’s the only girl I met who skips happily like a child, in her age. But it was fun watching her. Anyway I just noticed this place looked familiar. Where is she going? Then she stopped at a small building and she entered. I was so surprised, my jaw dropped. The building she just entered was also my cram school. She also goes there? I entered the building and searched for her. And I don’t know if it was fate or what. I quickly grabbed my papers to confirm it. “She’s in the same class as me!” I gasped. No. I’m sure it’s just coincidence. I tried to tell that to myself but I was wrong.
I lost her in the crowd of the students going home. I tried to find her but I couldn’t. So, I just decided to go home. Disappointed. I stepped in the bus with that feeling. I sighed. What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Snap out of it, Yuya. I sighed again.
Then, fate!
There was she, sitting at the same place earlier-on the long chair, beside the window at the back. I unconsciously smiled and relieved that I saw her again. My feet dragged me towards her and sat down beside her. I wondered, did she notice me? Or not? I was beside her at the cram school and now, I’m sitting beside her. She should be talking to me right now. Well it’s because I’m her classmate. Maybe, she just didn’t notice me because she’s doing something. What is she doing anyway? Should I ask her? I don’t know. I’d rather not. I didn’t know what I should say anyway. I’ll just leave her alone.
“Why do I have to trouble myself? It’s just a waste of time.” I leaned back and closed my eyes.
“Did you say something?” I suddenly opened my eyes. “Eh?” I was surprised; she’s now staring at me.
“Were you talking to me?” she asked me again.
“Uh… n-no.” I quickly shook my head. “W-why would I talk to you?” I stuttered. Did I just stutter?
“Oh, okay. Bye.” she stand up and left. It was her stop. And that was just it. That was the very first we talked to each other. Our unofficial encounter. And she left me flabbergasted on my seat. What just happened?
***
The next day, I sluggishly stepped on the bus. I was up all night thinking of our encounter that happened last night. I just didn’t know what’s going on. This never happened to me. Sure I had girlfriends to think all night but this was different. I didn’t know why but my heart was pumping when I was thinking about her. Why did I even think about her? I stopped in front of the usual chair. And there she was again, sleeping. I sat down beside her. Just like yesterday. Her saliva leaked, her head bouncing up and down yet again. Seriously dude, what was she doing all night? But I can’t stop staring at her. It’s like my eyes are glued on her face. The worst thing, my heart was banging inside me again. And it became even louder when she suddenly leaned on me again.
What is really happening to me? I grasped my chest and tried to stop my heart from bursting. But I couldn’t. I can’t stand this anymore. I stand up, making her drop on the seat. She was still sleeping. And she even lay properly as if she was in her own room. With that comfortable feeling. I don’t care if I can’t sit in my favorite cozy part in the bus anymore. I just want to stop this stupid banging inside me. I sat down on the middle part on the bus and wore my earphones, setting it on full volume. I did my best not to look behind until we got on our stop. But why did I have difficulty stopping myself to look behind-at her?
***
Days passed by. I was the new guy but I didn’t have difficulty adjusting. I can cope up with new things easily. I’m a versatile person. I gained good friends. The first one was Kota, the hopelessly romantic guy. He’s still looking for his true love. But he just didn’t know that the one that he was looking for was just in front of him. Maki, his best friend. What a tough girl. She’s smart and dependable. But to my disappointment, she’s the kind of a girl who could be violent. I’ve never seen Kota without a bruise on his slim body. Poor Kota.
“Yuya.” I glanced at the person who called me. “Do you need something, Hikaru?” I looked up on his face.
Ah, Hikaru. The funny guy. Never a dull moment when you’re with him. He would always crack a joke out of the blue. But I have to admit. He’s really a joker. “Can I talk to you later after school?” That’s weird. His face wasn’t the usual joker I know. It’s unusual for him to have a serious look. And you have to trust me on that. “What’s wrong?” I asked him worriedly. Of course, I’m concerned. He’s my friend.
“I’ll just tell you later”, he walked away after sighing. I glanced at Mimi, the girl Hikaru likes. Did he already confess? Oh, shoot. Did she reject him? Poor Hikaru. So that’s why he looked sad and knotty. Mimi smiled at me. I smiled back at her. I just told her yesterday not to reject him. Maybe he really just liked me that much. But I don’t plan to betray my friend. I wasn’t interested in her anyway.
“Listen, everyone!” Kei, our class president slash student council, exclaimed. He’s also my friend, by the way. “Listen!” he called out again our attention. Everyone properly sat down on their own seats. We’ll talk about the trip, I guessed.
Wait. Where is she?
Okay. I’ve been here for weeks now but… I still haven’t found out her name. That was really uncanny. She sits just in front of me. And oh, by the way, I still haven’t talked to her properly since the last time. You know, at the bus. That was the first and the last conversation we shared. And I didn’t even know if it was really banter. I rest my chin on my hand as I listened to Kei. He's talking about our trip to Okinawa. Since it's summer, they decided to go there. Someone requested it actually. Who was it again?
"Inoo-kun, here's the pamphlet and the permit papers."
It's her.
"Thanks." Kei smiled.
"You're welcome", she answered.
Oh, yeah. I forgot. She's the secretary. Aside from the fact that she sleeps every morning in the bus, that she always sit on one particular seat and that she goes at the same cram school as mine. I know nothing about her. Where she lives. Who her parents are. Does she have siblings? Or is she the only child? The reason why she always falls asleep on the bus. Or even just her name-her full name. I don’t know about her personal life. But in weeks of observing and watching her, I can say that, in a way, I slowly learned of who she really is. Her personality, I mean. She doesn’t talk much with the others. She’s always alone. But I don’t think she’s a loner. She prefers to be alone. She looked like a happy kid, in fact. Except I don’t’ often see her smile. She never complains. She never wants to know what’s going on. Say something off-putting about her, she won’t say a thing. Does she have startling opinions? Or shocking secrets? Nobody knows. She keeps it all inside.
“Okay, that’s all.” I heard Kei. “Does anyone have a question?!” He asked us and waited. No one raised their hands. “Okay.” He glanced at her. “Can you distribute the pamphlets?” She nodded.
As I waited for her to come to my seat, I was actually thinking what I’m going to say to her. Am I going to say thank you? Give her my charismatic grin? Or just ignore her? Oh, shoot! She’s getting nearer. And, I’m actually stuck up on my seat. Oh, no!
What should I do? What should I do? I panicked. Relax, Yuya. Relax. I breathed deeply. But I suddenly stopped at the middle when she stands in front of me. I couldn’t breathe.
“Here’s yours.” I froze up and stared at her. I could see that she was puzzled. But I still couldn’t move. And I haven’t let go of my exhale. Oh, no. Am I turning red? Her arm got tired because I haven’t taken my pamphlet so she just put it on my desk and left, baffled. Just then, I released my breath. Oh, that was embarrassing. I looked like stupid, staring at her. And I didn’t even say thank you nor smiled. I didn’t utter one word! But I’m glad that was over.
“What happened to you?” Kota curiously asked.
“Huh? Uh… nothing.” I denied. Something really happened. And I didn’t like it. What am I doing? I looked away, trying to forget what just happened. I have to now what’s going on with me. And I think I should start asking what her name is.
“Kota.” I glanced at him with a serious look.
“What is it?” He asked me.
“What’s her name?”
“Who?”
“Her.” I glanced at the girl who is making me crazy.
“You still don’t know her name?” I shook my head.
“Her name is, Hara. Miyamoto Hara.”
Hara. Miyamoto Hara. That’s a nice name. It suits her. I smiled.
...tbc
CHAPTER 2
BEST LOVE SERIES: Takaki Yuya - LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
AUTHOR: Hara
TYPE: MC
PAIRING: Takaki Yuya X OC
GENRE: Romance, attempted fluff??
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 3, 849
SUMMARY: Takaki Yuya, a narcissist playboy who doesn't believe in true love, what would he do if someone with opposite of his personality abruptly say that she's now his girlfriend. <--- Okay. WHAT A SUPER LAME SUMMARY!!!!!!!!!
NOTE: yo. yo. yo. my second MC fic?? okay. my first MC fic is on my fb acc. and i haven't post it yet... still not finished. anyway, this is an OC, i hope everyone doesn't mind. haha.
by the way, if you're wondering about the title, BEST LOVE SERIES. This MC fics will be a series of BEST. argh. so hard to explain. anyway,it's obviously about the love stroy of BEST. so yeah... Yuya's story will be the first. and their stories are all connected... i'll make a tag link about this series for further explanation?? so wait for it.
oh, almost forgot... this is a Takaki-centric.... but i so failed there.
PLEASE COMMENT!!!! *bows*
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CHAPTER 1
“If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving”, someone once told me. And for a young man like me, who is loved by everyone, that phrase is an insult and slur. But that very same couch made a man like me fall more deep for the girl who told me that words, made me fall in love for the first time.
I never thought that I would and could feel that tingling sensation in my stomach as if a group of butterflies is having a celebration of something. Maybe because she’s approaching. I never thought that my heart could thump so hard and fast whenever she’s near-especially when she always accidentally sleeps on my shoulder. *grins* I never thought that her refreshing smile which is like a rainbow when I was a kid, it seldom appears, could make my heart also smile. I never thought that a mysterious girl like her could make someone like me look like a clumsy loser in front of her and everyone. I never thought that she could leave me speechless with her unexplainable fleeting look at me. It made me curious. Never thought that I’d fall in love with a girl who I rarely talk to. Even though we would always go home late after attending cram school together. But not really together, you know what I mean. And I don’t know why but we would always sit together in one particular part in the bus, the long cozy chair at the back. I never thought that I’d say this but… thanks to that stupid cram school, riding home late on a bus has never been this exciting and… Oh, this feeling is so hard to put into a word.
Experiencing all that would be next to impossible for someone like me but I did. I felt all that and it feels so good. Loving her made me complete and satisfied. Loving someone, instead of being loved by everyone, feels good-even better. I’m Takaki Yuya and this is my first and last love story.
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It started when I sat beside her in the bus going to my new school. I had no choice but to sit beside her because almost of the chairs were occupied. And besides the long chair at the back is what I preferred because it’s snug and quiet, seldom people sit there. I always sit there. As I sat down, I glanced beside me. My first impression for her was she’s lazy and indolent. Well it’s obviously because she’s sleeping. Her saliva dripped from her, her head bouncing up and down with the moving bus. It’s like the dog on the dashboard of my mother’s car. I noticed that she’s also in high school and in fact she’s a student of my new school.
“I hope she’s not my classmate”, I prayed as I wear my earphones. I just don’t like a lazy person, that’s all. I continued staring at her and I couldn’t help but noticed, this girl is kinda cute. Minus the saliva on her mouth, she looked like an angel.
I got curious. It looked like she always do that every morning-sleeping on the bus I mean.
What did she do last night that made her so tired and sleep on a bus? I got more curious. But who cares? I do? Why? It’s not like I like her or something. Nah, that’s impossible. I don’t like a girl who oozes saliva in her sleep. And I don’t even know this girl. As I thought that, she suddenly leaned on my shoulder.
“What?” I felt her hair slides down on me. And it smelled so good like the lavenders in my mother’s garden. I was still pissed off despite of her hair that smells good. I pushed her back on the window side. As I touched her, I felt a sudden shock that crawled from my hand to my whole body. I quickly pulled away from her.
What the heck was that? I thought as I stared at my shuddering hands. This girl… I stared at her. Then I heard something, I drum-like sound. What’s that? I listened carefully. And to my surprise, it’s coming from my… It can’t be. I protested. No.
To my shock I suddenly stand up and unconsciously got off the bus. It’s a good thing the bus wasn’t moving because it was on a bus stop. Or I could be dead by now. I stand on the sidewalk, staring to nothing. Until now, I wasn’t so sure how long I was in my trance. As I got back into the real world I received a bad news. I got off on a bus stop two blocks away from my school. “Oh, crap!” I hurriedly ran or else. “I’ll be late for school in my first day!”
***
“You’re late!” Mr. Moritaka, my new class adviser yelled at me. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again”, I sincerely apologized with my head bowed. Apologized? Me? Takaki Yuya is apologizing? I never in my life asked for forgiveness from someone. I’m Takaki Yuya. They apologize at me. Not me. It’s that girl’s fault.
“Hey, what are you waiting for? Christmas?” I noticed Mr. Moritaka wasn’t in front of me anymore. He’s standing at the door waiting for me. What am I thinking? That girl? I shouldn’t think about her. She’s a retard. And I hope I won’t see her again. I should set my mind in my studies. I can’t afford to fail again. I can’t disappoint my mother.
From now on, it’s only my mother and me. I don’t have a father anymore. He’s already dead for me after he left us for a low-life T.V actress. *smirks* I won’t forgive him even if he comes back. I pity my mother for loving someone like him. She didn’t even leave even a tiny bit of love for herself. She took months to recover from it. And she realized it now that it’s better to be loved than to love someone who is not worthy. That’s why I hate to love. I’m not saying I don’t love my mother. Even though I had girlfriends. They were just my past time. I just want to fill my free time. They always approach me anyway. I still want to have one, though. To have some fun. *sniggers* It’s just that, love is just a burden for your success. It will only give you aches, hardships, grief and disappointment. And I hate that. Everyone could love me, but not me. And I will never love someone. Definitely.
“Stay here. You can go inside as I call you.” Mr. Moritaka said as he cut my reminisce in the past. “Yes, Mr. Moritaka.” I answered and he stepped inside the room.
This is it. My new school. New school, I say? Well yeah. We moved here in Yokohama from Tokyo. We had two reasons. First, it’s because of my mother’s work. Second, my mom and I could use a new and fresh start after what happened. I heard Mr. Moritaka called me and I entered the room of class 3-1. And as I anticipated, the girls screamed. I grinned. These girls knew what a good looking guy looked like. I scanned the whole room as Mr. Moritaka idly wrote my name and introduced me to the class. Hmm… there was one girl who just plainly and coldly stared at me. I also stared at her. And…
“You!” I pointed at her. She’s the sleeping girl from the bus. The reason why I was late.
“Me?” She confusedly pointed herself as the whole class glanced at her.
“You know each other?” Mr. Moritaka asked with a curious look.
“She’s the reason why I was late”, I furiously stated.
“Me?! I just met you”, she refuted. She got a point but even so, she’s still the reason why I was late at my first day in my new school. I glared at her. But she just gazed outside the window beside her and yawned. What? You dare ignore me?
“Okay. That’s enough.” I glanced at Mr. Moritaka. “You can sit at the vacant chair”, he continued as I followed at where he was pointing at. But to my dismay, the vacant chair is behind that girl. That girl who got on my nerve on the very first day I met her. And I don’t even know her name yet. Great! So much misfortune happened in my first day. And now, I’m going to sit behind her?
“You can sit now. We’re going to start the homeroom”, he grabbed a chalk and started writing on the board. I sauntered towards the chair as I was still intensely glaring at her. I sat down. She’s still staring outside. But there was nothing outside but the swimming club. She sighed. Is she interested in swimming? What do I care anyway? I told you to focus on your goals. And stop staring at her back!
“Psst…” someone called me. And it was my classmate who was sitting beside me. I looked at him. “My name is Yabu Kota.” He introduced himself with a smiling face. And I also introduced mine. “Nice to meet you”, he answered. I smiled. Kota is a nice guy. I easily established a good friendship with him. We have a lot in common. He also liked girls. He has also goals and dreams that he eagerly wants to grab. Like me. But there was one thing I didn’t agree with him. It was about love. And you know why. This guy, Kota, is hopelessly romantic! That was weird for me. Why a guy like him believed in love so much? I, too, believed in love but not the way he thinks about it. He’s just too damn crazy about it. He once told me that true love is one of the essentials of a good and happy life. But who needs it? I don’t. I don’t believe that love can make your life happy just like what he said. Anyway, I don’t care of what he thinks about that stupid feeling, love. He can get all the love that he wants. And me. I’ll stay the same. I’ll be that the same Yuya who’ll love by everyone. Call it egotistic but I don’t know if I would give their love back. I’ll be the hub of everyone while I focuses myself into my goals and sometimes… the girls. What can I do? They just love me so much. *sniggers*
At last, I got through the afflicting first day. I stretched out my arms to let my blood flows through my vein. Kota approached me.
“Hey, want to come with us?” I glanced at the other students behind Kota.
“Where?” I asked even though I’m not coming with them because my mother enrolled me in a stupid cram school. I don’t know why I have to go there. All students that go there are all nerds. Besides, I can study by myself. Not that I’m boasting but aside from my good looks and charm, I also have brains. I’m smart. And I could pass this senior year easily and effortlessly. “We’re going karaoke”, he answered breathlessly.
“I’m sorry but I can’t”, I rejected them as I stand up and grabbed my bag.
“Why?” I could see the disappointment in his eyes as well as the others’.
“I just can’t. I’m going somewhere,” I shrugged.
“Come on, Takaki-kun.” Marin approached me, flirting. I smirked. The first time I saw this girl, an attraction bloomed from me as expected. She’s just so stunning and searing. “It’ll be fun”, she continued as her arm enclosed around me.
“Sorry, babe”, I played with her as what she wanted. “Maybe next time?” I showed off my charismatic and captivating smile to them. The girls giggled. But then I suddenly noticed something outside the window. It’s that girl. She’s going home, I guess. I suddenly felt the urged to follow her. Just curious. “Uh, I have to go, guys”, I hurriedly ran off. “See you tomorrow! Bye!” I ran faster.
Why am I running anyway? To follow her? Why? Oh, well. I wasn’t in the mood to go to the cram school anyway. But why am I still following her? I could just go home or go with the others to the karaoke. Was I just really curious to know where she’s going? Right. I’m just curious. But why? Gah! I’m just going round and round trying to find a reason to follow this girl I’m not really interested.
Ah! I suddenly stopped and hid as I saw her glanced towards my direction. Did she sense me? I peeked and I saw her walking again. I discreetly followed her again. Hmm… I just remembered. I still don’t know her name. I knew Kota told me about the names of our classmates including hers but I wasn’t listening. I was too engaged with the staring at her back. I could still smell the lavender scent of her hair. And aside from the scent, I also noticed that it’s also shiny and smooth. I wanted to touch it… and smell it.
“Hm?” She’s skipping? What a child. I was kinda annoyed but I still found myself softly laughing in amazement. She’s the only girl I met who skips happily like a child, in her age. But it was fun watching her. Anyway I just noticed this place looked familiar. Where is she going? Then she stopped at a small building and she entered. I was so surprised, my jaw dropped. The building she just entered was also my cram school. She also goes there? I entered the building and searched for her. And I don’t know if it was fate or what. I quickly grabbed my papers to confirm it. “She’s in the same class as me!” I gasped. No. I’m sure it’s just coincidence. I tried to tell that to myself but I was wrong.
I lost her in the crowd of the students going home. I tried to find her but I couldn’t. So, I just decided to go home. Disappointed. I stepped in the bus with that feeling. I sighed. What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Snap out of it, Yuya. I sighed again.
Then, fate!
There was she, sitting at the same place earlier-on the long chair, beside the window at the back. I unconsciously smiled and relieved that I saw her again. My feet dragged me towards her and sat down beside her. I wondered, did she notice me? Or not? I was beside her at the cram school and now, I’m sitting beside her. She should be talking to me right now. Well it’s because I’m her classmate. Maybe, she just didn’t notice me because she’s doing something. What is she doing anyway? Should I ask her? I don’t know. I’d rather not. I didn’t know what I should say anyway. I’ll just leave her alone.
“Why do I have to trouble myself? It’s just a waste of time.” I leaned back and closed my eyes.
“Did you say something?” I suddenly opened my eyes. “Eh?” I was surprised; she’s now staring at me.
“Were you talking to me?” she asked me again.
“Uh… n-no.” I quickly shook my head. “W-why would I talk to you?” I stuttered. Did I just stutter?
“Oh, okay. Bye.” she stand up and left. It was her stop. And that was just it. That was the very first we talked to each other. Our unofficial encounter. And she left me flabbergasted on my seat. What just happened?
***
The next day, I sluggishly stepped on the bus. I was up all night thinking of our encounter that happened last night. I just didn’t know what’s going on. This never happened to me. Sure I had girlfriends to think all night but this was different. I didn’t know why but my heart was pumping when I was thinking about her. Why did I even think about her? I stopped in front of the usual chair. And there she was again, sleeping. I sat down beside her. Just like yesterday. Her saliva leaked, her head bouncing up and down yet again. Seriously dude, what was she doing all night? But I can’t stop staring at her. It’s like my eyes are glued on her face. The worst thing, my heart was banging inside me again. And it became even louder when she suddenly leaned on me again.
What is really happening to me? I grasped my chest and tried to stop my heart from bursting. But I couldn’t. I can’t stand this anymore. I stand up, making her drop on the seat. She was still sleeping. And she even lay properly as if she was in her own room. With that comfortable feeling. I don’t care if I can’t sit in my favorite cozy part in the bus anymore. I just want to stop this stupid banging inside me. I sat down on the middle part on the bus and wore my earphones, setting it on full volume. I did my best not to look behind until we got on our stop. But why did I have difficulty stopping myself to look behind-at her?
***
Days passed by. I was the new guy but I didn’t have difficulty adjusting. I can cope up with new things easily. I’m a versatile person. I gained good friends. The first one was Kota, the hopelessly romantic guy. He’s still looking for his true love. But he just didn’t know that the one that he was looking for was just in front of him. Maki, his best friend. What a tough girl. She’s smart and dependable. But to my disappointment, she’s the kind of a girl who could be violent. I’ve never seen Kota without a bruise on his slim body. Poor Kota.
“Yuya.” I glanced at the person who called me. “Do you need something, Hikaru?” I looked up on his face.
Ah, Hikaru. The funny guy. Never a dull moment when you’re with him. He would always crack a joke out of the blue. But I have to admit. He’s really a joker. “Can I talk to you later after school?” That’s weird. His face wasn’t the usual joker I know. It’s unusual for him to have a serious look. And you have to trust me on that. “What’s wrong?” I asked him worriedly. Of course, I’m concerned. He’s my friend.
“I’ll just tell you later”, he walked away after sighing. I glanced at Mimi, the girl Hikaru likes. Did he already confess? Oh, shoot. Did she reject him? Poor Hikaru. So that’s why he looked sad and knotty. Mimi smiled at me. I smiled back at her. I just told her yesterday not to reject him. Maybe he really just liked me that much. But I don’t plan to betray my friend. I wasn’t interested in her anyway.
“Listen, everyone!” Kei, our class president slash student council, exclaimed. He’s also my friend, by the way. “Listen!” he called out again our attention. Everyone properly sat down on their own seats. We’ll talk about the trip, I guessed.
Wait. Where is she?
Okay. I’ve been here for weeks now but… I still haven’t found out her name. That was really uncanny. She sits just in front of me. And oh, by the way, I still haven’t talked to her properly since the last time. You know, at the bus. That was the first and the last conversation we shared. And I didn’t even know if it was really banter. I rest my chin on my hand as I listened to Kei. He's talking about our trip to Okinawa. Since it's summer, they decided to go there. Someone requested it actually. Who was it again?
"Inoo-kun, here's the pamphlet and the permit papers."
It's her.
"Thanks." Kei smiled.
"You're welcome", she answered.
Oh, yeah. I forgot. She's the secretary. Aside from the fact that she sleeps every morning in the bus, that she always sit on one particular seat and that she goes at the same cram school as mine. I know nothing about her. Where she lives. Who her parents are. Does she have siblings? Or is she the only child? The reason why she always falls asleep on the bus. Or even just her name-her full name. I don’t know about her personal life. But in weeks of observing and watching her, I can say that, in a way, I slowly learned of who she really is. Her personality, I mean. She doesn’t talk much with the others. She’s always alone. But I don’t think she’s a loner. She prefers to be alone. She looked like a happy kid, in fact. Except I don’t’ often see her smile. She never complains. She never wants to know what’s going on. Say something off-putting about her, she won’t say a thing. Does she have startling opinions? Or shocking secrets? Nobody knows. She keeps it all inside.
“Okay, that’s all.” I heard Kei. “Does anyone have a question?!” He asked us and waited. No one raised their hands. “Okay.” He glanced at her. “Can you distribute the pamphlets?” She nodded.
As I waited for her to come to my seat, I was actually thinking what I’m going to say to her. Am I going to say thank you? Give her my charismatic grin? Or just ignore her? Oh, shoot! She’s getting nearer. And, I’m actually stuck up on my seat. Oh, no!
What should I do? What should I do? I panicked. Relax, Yuya. Relax. I breathed deeply. But I suddenly stopped at the middle when she stands in front of me. I couldn’t breathe.
“Here’s yours.” I froze up and stared at her. I could see that she was puzzled. But I still couldn’t move. And I haven’t let go of my exhale. Oh, no. Am I turning red? Her arm got tired because I haven’t taken my pamphlet so she just put it on my desk and left, baffled. Just then, I released my breath. Oh, that was embarrassing. I looked like stupid, staring at her. And I didn’t even say thank you nor smiled. I didn’t utter one word! But I’m glad that was over.
“What happened to you?” Kota curiously asked.
“Huh? Uh… nothing.” I denied. Something really happened. And I didn’t like it. What am I doing? I looked away, trying to forget what just happened. I have to now what’s going on with me. And I think I should start asking what her name is.
“Kota.” I glanced at him with a serious look.
“What is it?” He asked me.
“What’s her name?”
“Who?”
“Her.” I glanced at the girl who is making me crazy.
“You still don’t know her name?” I shook my head.
“Her name is, Hara. Miyamoto Hara.”
Hara. Miyamoto Hara. That’s a nice name. It suits her. I smiled.
...tbc
CHAPTER 2