Rivals or Lovers? Chapter 1 (Repost)
Title: Rivals or Lovers?
Author: rae_yna
Pairing: YabuNoo, ChiiTaro
Rating: PG
A/N: Laziest person, I can’t think of a better summary…. But that at least would work XD ENJOY READING AND COMMENTS ARE LOVE!
Requester: hikarijournal
Warning: Inoo Kei and Chinen Yuri are both girls in the fiction. If you are bothered with theses, don’t hesitate to close the page.
Summary: What would happen if Ms. (almost) Perfect and Mr. Perfect(ionist) meets?
CHAPTER LINKS HERE~
Chapter 1:
Have you ever witnessed a love story where it’s full of masks? Definitely you’d think it’s the normal ‘His and Her Circumstances’ story or something close to that. Well, you could consider it same to it but somehow not, ugh~ I’m messing up.
By the way my name is Yuri. And the love story I’m referring to is not my love story. I have a gorgeous love life with Ryutaro, the name of my boyfriend who’s younger than me by two years but acts twice his age. Weird thing but fit since I’m childish. I won’t be able to say my romance with my boyfriend is perfect, nothing is perfect after all and nothing would be perfect no matter how hard you try. And the word ‘perfect’ is considered a taboo, not for me, but rather for my older sister. Kei, yes, read it that way, see it that way. My sister’s name should be Kaye for all goodness sake but since our mother loved how ‘Kei’ is written and how it meant, she decided that instead of カイェ(Kaye) my sister’s name became慧 (Kei). Weirdly decided really, and I could only shrug for that.
Anyways! This isn’t about her name! This is about her love life, her supposedly perfect life and love. Yes! This is about my sister! Clearly stated and period.
My sister is very beautiful, frighteningly beautiful. Her long hair is the colour of chocolate, with curls and all fitting her thin enticing face. She’s not really gifted with fats and her body remained slim no matter how big her appetite is - really frustrating for someone like me who gains weight fast when I eat lot. Anyways, as I was saying, her hair is long and curly. It is always in a bun or tight band, that clears her face and neck from the messy curly strands and that made her prettier than ever. Grrh~! Her eyebrows are thin and silky like, shaped in an arch of perfection. Her eyes were pale brown in colour, like how pale honey is. Her lashes are long and every time she closes her eyes, they will flutter gracefully or whenever she’s sleeping her lashes were like two perfect crescent moons nestled on her cheeks. Her high cheekbones are sculptors’ dreams. Her nose is angular with thin bridge and pointy end, holding her reading glasses in a way where people would develop a fetish over glassy women. Her chiseled lips, reddish-orange in colour, curved seductively, attracting a lot of eyes not just boys but also girls. Her neck is slim and thin, that even my hand would be able to hold it without having a hard time. Her shoulder blades are obvious, making the hollows of it prominent. Her skin is very translucent that her bluish and purplish veins are almost visible and with that Kei appeared very fragile and very delicate.
Do you understand now, why I said my sister is frighteningly beautiful? I bet you did. Not to mention she’s 175cm. Too tall for an average height of a lady, but that’s my sister. If you’d think because she’s thin, she doesn’t have the lumps and all. You’re mistaken. She has it! Damn her for being the walking goddess! Well~ Ryutaro said I’m his beautiful cherub. That would be enough for me XD. Okay, enough. Let me continue the story telling.
I had described how my sister looks like already, and I hope you could visualize her image perfectly.
My sister is almost as perfect as a doll with all appearance and actions. She does wake up five in the morning, sharp without a second missing. Once her alarm clock rings, she’d be up and would be fixing her bed. She’d plump her pillows and she’d straighten her bed sheets and blankets. Her messy curly hair would be coiled until her bosoms and that would be the only time I’d see the real her. Sleepy, hair messed Kei. My real sister. After her idle diddle do’s in her room, she’d go to the bathroom and bath for exactly thirty minutes. Sometimes I’d purposely interrupt her by saying I need the toilet. She won’t hesitate to let me in for the use and along that I’d be secretly cursing her for possessing such wonderful body. After her bath, her hair always would be straight and she’d be taking thirty more minutes for drying it. Her scent hovering in the air of the bathroom as I bath myself. Then she’d be out and would be in her room doing all the necessities to her self and when she comes out, she’s already prepared for the day. Frustrating isn’t it? She’s almost perfect to me, thanks to that minutes after waking up, I still considered my sister a human.
Oh now you’d be asking about her brains? Well of course! My sister is a beauty and brains existence. Her brain is as beautiful as her appearance. She’s academically gifted and also in sports. Name it and she’d be at it. Number one and best player of all times, that would have been forever and ever and ever and ever until ever you can think. Really frustrating, right? Thank heavens our parents never compared us. Well, I’m intelligent myself and beautiful as I have mentioned, but not waaaaayy to much like her. I still want sanity to remain in my body and mind.
The story all started~ yes, the story is just starting here. Don’t look at me like that? I just described my sister, and that is not telling a story. That is what we call describing? Okay!? No more argument and let’s all start this mess.
As I was saying, the story all started when my sister is in her third year high school. She’s nearing eighteen, lady and all. The number one and the best in all things.
It was the first day of school, as normal she had woken up five in the morning, sharp. She prepared and I got lazy on disturbing her routine because no matter how hard I try to destroy it (because I am not so perfect like her) it won’t be a tad ruined. So then, she dropped me by to my school making the boys around us swoon and sigh at our sight! Hey! I told you I’m a beauty myself!
Wondering how I can tell the story if I study in a different school? Well, excuse me I’m the story teller and you are the listener. So, what does a listener do when a story is being told? Exactly! You listen and I talk.
Let’s continue.
She dropped me by and told me to wait for her later so that together we’d go home. She seems alright and fine that morning. And I am good myself. It wasn’t new at all to hear a transfer student came to our school, no, that wasn’t new at all. Even in stories. So as the beautiful me, used to all of it practically ignored the huge issue. Who cares? (I did after, because it’s Ryutaro)
That afternoon came, and I did wait for my sister to come. It was a surprise, a huge surprise that for the first time in history of my living days. My sister came late. She was all flustered and red faced, in short she looks definitely mad. First time ever, oh~ scratch it out. But rare it happens for me or for people to see Kei, the perfect Kei to people’s eyes, mad. Here eyes were narrowed and something dangerous is lingering in her eyes. It seems like she could kill anyone at the moment. She was even gripping my arm that time!
She didn’t talk the whole time we’re going home, and I just remained quiet because I don’t want to die yet that early. And apparently I didn’t the die the next days because I’m still alive right now.
The time we reached home, she secluded herself in her room. She didn’t even come down for dinner, which was rare because no matter what happens even when her beloved dog died before she still has the biggest appetite ever. That day was just full of Kei’s rarity. I just shrugged my shoulders and ignored all of it, she’s my sister. I support her all through out.
And the rarity continued.
The next morning, me who had developed a personal waking up time woke up the normal time I wake up. Five thirty in the morning, where I can use the bathroom alone. I stood up, fixed my bed not caring to plump my pillows but I secured my teddy bear on my headboard before I went out to go to the bathroom. Normally, I repeat, NORMALLY, I would pass by Kei as I go to the bathroom because our rooms are connected and I’m so used to her sweet ‘good mornings’. I blinked my confused eyes and took several steps back, not to my room but rather to Kei’s. I gently opened the door of her room and peeped inside, checking if I missed her in the hall. My eyes widened, seeing her still curled under her blankets. Even when she’s sick! She never over slept! Anyways, with my panic of her ruining her own schedule, I entered her room and started shaking the life out of her slim body. She sat up, her hair messed on her face, with her night gown twisted by her belly, she turned and looked at me as if I grew two necks.
“Shouldn’t you be up like now?” is what I asked to her. Her eyes widened after she grabbed her alarm clock and with the house turning upside down, with our parents panicking as my sister panics, she managed to fit all of her usual routine in thirty minutes and she was down the kitchen eating breakfast the normal time she has. Actually, she just managed to fit it all in the thirty minutes. I didn’t mention that she perfectly did it all right.
Her beautiful bun is very messy but I found it definitely cute, with some fringes falling at her temple. She looked definitely tired and all, so Kei is proven after all a human being. I bit my lower lip and glanced at my mother, warily eyeing her oldest daughter. I shrugged my shoulders and finished my breakfast soon joining Kei as we took the normal path to our schools.
Being a kind sister to my out of her mind older sister, I decided this time to drop her to her school. It seems normal, with the high school students doing the same swooning and sighing at our sight. I smiled shyly at some and did the honours of leading my sister up until the entrance. She looked at me tiredly but somehow managed to smile.
“Thank you, Yuri” Kei said, brushing her slender fingers on my cheek. The usual affection she had shown to me ever since I could remember.
“It’s alright, enjoy the day” I smiled at her. She did smile back and I felt that nothing is really going on with her, that it disrupted her perfect living cycle.
“Good Morning Kei-san” a greeting came.
And that’s where totally everything made sense.
I turned my head to look who came to greet my beloved sister and saw a boy, as for my fast calculation 178cm in height, handsome and neat. I nearly frowned at him but my gaze was turned back to my sister who remained quiet beside me. She never really ignored people who greeted her nicely but somehow with how anger flickered in Kei’s eyes. I understood, this guy is the one who ruined my almost perfect sister’s life.
Who would have thought of that? Huh? Me too!
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