Lullaby 1/4
Title: Lullaby
Chapters: 1/4
Author: redmercenary
Genre: CRACK, fluff, AU
Pairings/Characters: Reituki
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gazette
Synopsis: What is there for a city boy in the country? Something wonderful he'd never experience otherwise
Comments: Sorry it took so long guysss, this is REALLY CRACK, the COUNTRY? yay tottally alternate universe (but thats what happens when i myself live in such a place and see a sweaty farmer that isnt bad looking).
Lullaby
The air smelt of morning and the space in front of me and all around me was dark. A small sunset peaking out over the side of flat land bringing forth just a little bit of golden light so I could make it to my destination more easily. Easy or not I still hated it. The air was humid and sticky, I was sure that my hair would be sticking up in various places it wasn’t supposed to by the time I had made it to school. My last year of high school, what a laugh, wasn’t this supposed to be on of the best years of my life? Like hell it was.
An unexpected lump of dirt caused me to stumble a bit. I growled at it and kicked the dirt away. I hated walking to school, why in the hell didn’t I have a car? Oh wait I did but it was taken away- like everything else, I sighed to myself.
I just moved from the city to this little place called ‘nowhere’. I lived in an one room one bath apartment that was in a little house, it had maybe two other apartments attached. I don’t even think anyone lives in them. The place I was in now was like the biggest nightmare of my life. There was little to no stores (mostly grocery stores or John Deer stores) absolutely no mall, no road that wasn’t dirt, no house that didn’t have a garden, and everything was so damn far away from each other. Why? The acres of farm land. Ridiculous.
I looked to my side at a said farm, it had some greens, that were tall and short, yeah I don’t know what the hell they were growing here. I crossed my arms readjusting my messenger bag again for the umpteenth time. Its not like I don’t like nature or anything, I just don’t want to sit in its environment 24/7.
I turned my head hearing the familiar roar of an engine. I’m quite interested in types of cars, I like to see and recognize. However when I turned a car was not what I saw. I saw some kid driving a tractor. I grimaced, that was just pure…ah I turned around quickly slapping my forehead. I walked on but stopped realizing the tractor stopped and some kid in a green hat and grungy cameo had jumped off to greet me. Now I’ve never been to said school yet, I have been in last year for awhile, but not this school.
The kid grinned at me his teeth were somehow bright and white. “Heya you goin’ to school der?” he asked me in a southern accent. Was that even possible in Japanese? Was it even possible to have such a farming community in Japan? I guess there was…(1) After translating what he said I nodded. “Rehlly? Dats cool! Want to rade on my tractor girl?” I jolted at that, my translator worked just fine on that.
“No thanks…” I said trying to control my notorious anger. The guy was a real gentleman about it, he nodded and said something along the lines of ‘Alright ma’am’ and went back to his ‘convertible’ and drove off. If I was in the city and some guy asked me to ride on his tractor (well I don’t think it’d be a legitimate tractor, people can be so obnoxious) they would have been a little more forceful and angry about it. I guess the niceness was a pretty good thing.
I continued on and found that using a tractor as transportation was a trend as I saw many drive by me in them. I had been able to see the school for awhile now but now it had flashed right in front of me. Had I been walking that fast? Not many kids were there, but they were all there gathered outside talking to one another. Many were sitting down in the dirt or playing with a baseball. Tractors and Trucks were parked in the parking lot and some bicycles were laid out unlocked. If this was the city? Those would be gone and sold in an instant.
I stepped onto the lawn and squinted at the building. It was old, like it just looked like a regular two story block, through the windows I could see the windows the rooms were huge. In the back there was even a playground, certainly that didn’t pertain to highschoolers. Busy examining the building I hadn’t realized I was being stared at. Of course…Being the main performance of the day today would certainly turn out to be interesting….
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Absolutely no one at that school was like me at all. Today was terrible. First I was judged for wearing dark clothes, the I was judged for wearing dark make-up, then I was judged for my spiky hair, then I was judged for having too many piercings, the I was judged for not being a girl. Of course not actually being a girl came to an explosion to the daft group. Instantly the whole place was disgusted with me. Shocker. Even the teachers didn’t want to look at me straight, but there was no way anyone was going to change how I am.
After a couple of classes I realized they were all in one room, we had maybe 25 students? Maybe just a couple more? That was it for last years. The curriculum was also very easy, at least for me, several students kept asking for help. I also figured out that fights on school grounds is permitted. ‘Its sport’ was what the teacher said when I asked him.
I drug my feet slumping, yes today was just terrible. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I looked up turning head to the side and behind, at least I was half way there. Just one more look to be sure. I turned my head to the other side and paused.
The farm I had seen earlier that day now had a caretaker. A sweaty young man who looked to be in my grade was tending to a tall leafy plant. His hair was bleach blonde which the sun reflected beautifully, he was covered in sweat, his white tank top sticking to his well built chest. He was wearing baggy pants and no shoes, and more mysteriously there was a noseband over his nose. His arms while muscley didn’t look gross, on his elbows were black bands. I was mesmerized by the image, never in my life had I seen something so…
The blonde blinked and turned his head, our gazes locked, while he was miles away I could see his eyes. They were so intense, was this a rose among the weeds? Someone cool among the lame? His eyes certainly said so but…his lips didn’t. Suddenly his eyes lightened up and his arm stuck up and waved back and forth the silliest grin plastered on his face. What. The. Hell.
The feeling was awkward the only thing my body allowed me to do was produce widened eyes and my legs carried me off quickly. From the corner of my eye I saw the other press his finger to his cheek and watched me to in confusion. Was I supposed to wave back just as stupidly? No way. That’s definitely NOT cool.
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The next day, somehow if it was even possible, was worse. This place really wasn’t for me, but with my limited money there was no way to get some place to stay other than here. “I need a job.” I muttered to myself, the school day was already over and I was heading the long way back. As said before the day was horrendous, now that everyone knew who I was they were able to pick on me and be brutes. I wiped the dirt of my pants grumbling. What could be done about this sort of thing? They all said things like ‘man up’ all day at me. I don’t really feel like being a hairy good for nothing- I stopped in my tracks and stared at the image in front of me.
On the fence to the farm I had passed by the day before was the guy who waved at me leaning over the fence, staring. Oh no confrontation, he probably had seen me staring beforehand or maybe he was mad I didn’t wave back or wondered why I ran away after doing he did it. I looked to the side wondering if maybe I could pass to the other side, then I remembered some kids ride like they’re on a race track. ‘Just walk by, just walk by quickly,’ is what I told myself.
I moved my feet, like the day before the guy wore the same attire and the same sweaty form. His bright eyes were watching me his face full of curiosity. I expected him to say something, maybe I even wanted him to- but he didn’t. I passed by him easily and all he did was watch me go.
Wasn’t he so friendly yesterday? It seemed like he wanted conversation….Maybe he heard of me from some kids at school. In that case he’s probably pondering ways to get rid of me. At these thoughts I bowed my head. Simple country people shouldn’t bother me, right? Of course no one would understand me here, and it wasn’t exactly their fault. Their minds weren’t anyting like mine. Even if this man had been friendly the day before there was no way it would work out I moved along never looking back at him though I felt his eyes on my back…
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The next few days it was just the same, he was always leaning over that damned fence and watching me walk by. Every single day he did that and never said anything to me. It made no sense to me whatsoever, if he was so interested in watching me do something as boring as walk why not create conversation? At this point between lonely silence at home and whispers I can never answer to at school, talking to anyone would be fine.
Then one day when school was so bad and I was right on the edge of my peek it happened. I was walking home from school and as usual I saw him staring me down. I didn’t even bother to look at him any further past noticing he was watching yet again and scowled. I was getting sick of it. Then suddenly when I was just about to pass him for the thousandth time a long arm stuck out in front of me causing me to stop and step back. I looked to the owner of the arm who grinned as cheesily as a cartoon.
“I’m Suzuki Akira!!!” He announced hand retracting and settling on the fence apart from his other and he hurled himself over the wood. I jumped back at the sudden action. I watched him dumbfounded and he stepped closer even though clearly I didn’t want to be that close to a nutcase. He stuck out his hand for a hand shake. I looked to his hand and wrinkled my nose, his hand was dirty. No way would I ever touch something so unsanitary, but wasn’t it me who wished for contact just a moment? I’m not a hypocrite, so I took his hand, his smile broadened and he squeezed mine. His hand was calloused, but not too calloused, it was nice and warm, but it was all ruined by the fact I knew I was mostly touching a crap load of dirt. “What’s your name?”
“Ruki…” I answered pulling my hand back wiping it on my pants and Akira gave me a skeptical look. He paused, I guessed he was waiting for my full name, but all it was was Ruki and nothing more. Seeing I wouldn’t answer any further his smile was back in place.
“Ruki!” he was trying it out. “Ruki, I watch you every day I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” I mentally smacked myself. Did this guy actually think after being millimeters away from me that I hadn’t noticed he had been watching me? “and I noticed you’re really cool! Are you from the city?” he asked and I nodded making him even more so excited. No wonder I hadn’t seen this guy at school he had to be in elementary getting this excited. My earlier evaluation was definitely valid, this guy was the exact opposite of cool.
Akira’s mouth ran and ran and he leaned against the fence. Despite how uncool he was I decided that I liked him. Then again, there was the fact he probably had no idea that I wasn’t a girl. This was going to end up being a false relationship if it went on this way. “Do you like corn? I grow corn. You should come and look at the corn sometime. I bet the corn would like you-”
“I’m a guy you know.” I interrupted him. Reita stopped and looked at me his smile fading. That was it and I knew it. Why wouldn’t it be over? He was very traditional country boy, he’d never accept a guy who looked like me to come look at his corn. Which, actually was really weird, why would anyone even make plans like that? Was this seriously how people in the country passed time? Maybe it was best that this didn’t work out-
“I know.” Reita replied finally, or maybe it was fairly quickly but I was already so ready to wallow in loneliness I hadn’t noticed that no time went by. I looked at him surprised and he smiled and patted the fence beside him. “So about seeing the corn…” he went on but I wasn’t listening anymore. Akira’s look had been sincere and I think he seriously wanted to be my friend. That in itself was amazing in a place like this.
I leaned against the fence. Akira did most of the talking and he’d ask a lot of questions about the city and Id answer, outside of that I couldn’t find anything else to say to him. But it wasn’t uncomfortable, I actually liked it. It was getting dark and I didn’t even notice. The cicadas began to get louder and louder which was what brought it to my attention. Damn, it was going to be really dark by the time I made it home.
“Akira I have to go.” I said interrupting him. Akira stopped talking and a pout was placed on his lips. I didn’t want to go at all at this point, it was really fun to finally have some friendly interaction, but standing there all night wasn’t an option. I stood up straight and picked up my long since dropped back and brushed the dirt and leaves off of it.
“Can we talk to tomorrow too?” Akira asked hope in his voice. I looked at him, his shaded handsome face looked like a work of art. I was really really lucky to have met him and there was no way that if he requested to talk to me tomorrow that I’d deny him. I let a small smile fall on my lips and I nodded. Akira’s eyes widened a moment then smiled widely and hugged me. I was absolutely surprised at this and had no idea what to do with my hands. Despite he hadn’t been working for a long while I could feel he was sweaty, his body was warm and firm, and even though he should smell gross with all that sweat and dirt he didn’t, his smell was wonderful and intoxicating. Somehow Something in my heart pulled and my mind was calm. So I let him hug me where if it were anyone else I never would have allowed it…
Eventually the contact ended and the rest of the world was cold even in the warm sunset. I was on my way walking back, Akira was on his original side of the fence watching me go. “Ruki!” I stopped and glanced back at him. Even though I wasn’t far Akira’s hands were cupped over his mouth to make himself louder. He dropped his hands and smiled. “Is your name really Ruki?” he asked his voice still loud. I briefly wondered just how long he actually pondered that obvious little thing.
“No.” I called back and he looked as if he were pondering something.
“Why have a fake name?”
“Because its cool.” Reita’s face uplifted with enlightenment and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. What a doof. I turned to go again but was stopped by his voice once again.
“Then can I be Reita?” He asked. Reita? I turned and looked at him, I took in his appearance then grinned. It did indeed suit him, somehow. If he were to be cool and have such a name it would be that one.
“Yeah, Reita, you can.” I don’t even think that Akira was Akira to me anyways, it had always been Reita without me even knowing it…
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A.N.
1- There are farms in Japan but not this country XDD so this place is PURELY made up and from mah mind
So my beta idea fell through so i hope that you'll bear through me with mistakes. I have another story lined up after this one, so if you're interested in betaing for my next story send me a message and we'll see how it goes and hopefully the next story will be up to par :)
Chapters: 1/4
Author: redmercenary
Genre: CRACK, fluff, AU
Pairings/Characters: Reituki
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gazette
Synopsis: What is there for a city boy in the country? Something wonderful he'd never experience otherwise
Comments: Sorry it took so long guysss, this is REALLY CRACK, the COUNTRY? yay tottally alternate universe (but thats what happens when i myself live in such a place and see a sweaty farmer that isnt bad looking).
Lullaby
The air smelt of morning and the space in front of me and all around me was dark. A small sunset peaking out over the side of flat land bringing forth just a little bit of golden light so I could make it to my destination more easily. Easy or not I still hated it. The air was humid and sticky, I was sure that my hair would be sticking up in various places it wasn’t supposed to by the time I had made it to school. My last year of high school, what a laugh, wasn’t this supposed to be on of the best years of my life? Like hell it was.
An unexpected lump of dirt caused me to stumble a bit. I growled at it and kicked the dirt away. I hated walking to school, why in the hell didn’t I have a car? Oh wait I did but it was taken away- like everything else, I sighed to myself.
I just moved from the city to this little place called ‘nowhere’. I lived in an one room one bath apartment that was in a little house, it had maybe two other apartments attached. I don’t even think anyone lives in them. The place I was in now was like the biggest nightmare of my life. There was little to no stores (mostly grocery stores or John Deer stores) absolutely no mall, no road that wasn’t dirt, no house that didn’t have a garden, and everything was so damn far away from each other. Why? The acres of farm land. Ridiculous.
I looked to my side at a said farm, it had some greens, that were tall and short, yeah I don’t know what the hell they were growing here. I crossed my arms readjusting my messenger bag again for the umpteenth time. Its not like I don’t like nature or anything, I just don’t want to sit in its environment 24/7.
I turned my head hearing the familiar roar of an engine. I’m quite interested in types of cars, I like to see and recognize. However when I turned a car was not what I saw. I saw some kid driving a tractor. I grimaced, that was just pure…ah I turned around quickly slapping my forehead. I walked on but stopped realizing the tractor stopped and some kid in a green hat and grungy cameo had jumped off to greet me. Now I’ve never been to said school yet, I have been in last year for awhile, but not this school.
The kid grinned at me his teeth were somehow bright and white. “Heya you goin’ to school der?” he asked me in a southern accent. Was that even possible in Japanese? Was it even possible to have such a farming community in Japan? I guess there was…(1) After translating what he said I nodded. “Rehlly? Dats cool! Want to rade on my tractor girl?” I jolted at that, my translator worked just fine on that.
“No thanks…” I said trying to control my notorious anger. The guy was a real gentleman about it, he nodded and said something along the lines of ‘Alright ma’am’ and went back to his ‘convertible’ and drove off. If I was in the city and some guy asked me to ride on his tractor (well I don’t think it’d be a legitimate tractor, people can be so obnoxious) they would have been a little more forceful and angry about it. I guess the niceness was a pretty good thing.
I continued on and found that using a tractor as transportation was a trend as I saw many drive by me in them. I had been able to see the school for awhile now but now it had flashed right in front of me. Had I been walking that fast? Not many kids were there, but they were all there gathered outside talking to one another. Many were sitting down in the dirt or playing with a baseball. Tractors and Trucks were parked in the parking lot and some bicycles were laid out unlocked. If this was the city? Those would be gone and sold in an instant.
I stepped onto the lawn and squinted at the building. It was old, like it just looked like a regular two story block, through the windows I could see the windows the rooms were huge. In the back there was even a playground, certainly that didn’t pertain to highschoolers. Busy examining the building I hadn’t realized I was being stared at. Of course…Being the main performance of the day today would certainly turn out to be interesting….
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Absolutely no one at that school was like me at all. Today was terrible. First I was judged for wearing dark clothes, the I was judged for wearing dark make-up, then I was judged for my spiky hair, then I was judged for having too many piercings, the I was judged for not being a girl. Of course not actually being a girl came to an explosion to the daft group. Instantly the whole place was disgusted with me. Shocker. Even the teachers didn’t want to look at me straight, but there was no way anyone was going to change how I am.
After a couple of classes I realized they were all in one room, we had maybe 25 students? Maybe just a couple more? That was it for last years. The curriculum was also very easy, at least for me, several students kept asking for help. I also figured out that fights on school grounds is permitted. ‘Its sport’ was what the teacher said when I asked him.
I drug my feet slumping, yes today was just terrible. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I looked up turning head to the side and behind, at least I was half way there. Just one more look to be sure. I turned my head to the other side and paused.
The farm I had seen earlier that day now had a caretaker. A sweaty young man who looked to be in my grade was tending to a tall leafy plant. His hair was bleach blonde which the sun reflected beautifully, he was covered in sweat, his white tank top sticking to his well built chest. He was wearing baggy pants and no shoes, and more mysteriously there was a noseband over his nose. His arms while muscley didn’t look gross, on his elbows were black bands. I was mesmerized by the image, never in my life had I seen something so…
The blonde blinked and turned his head, our gazes locked, while he was miles away I could see his eyes. They were so intense, was this a rose among the weeds? Someone cool among the lame? His eyes certainly said so but…his lips didn’t. Suddenly his eyes lightened up and his arm stuck up and waved back and forth the silliest grin plastered on his face. What. The. Hell.
The feeling was awkward the only thing my body allowed me to do was produce widened eyes and my legs carried me off quickly. From the corner of my eye I saw the other press his finger to his cheek and watched me to in confusion. Was I supposed to wave back just as stupidly? No way. That’s definitely NOT cool.
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The next day, somehow if it was even possible, was worse. This place really wasn’t for me, but with my limited money there was no way to get some place to stay other than here. “I need a job.” I muttered to myself, the school day was already over and I was heading the long way back. As said before the day was horrendous, now that everyone knew who I was they were able to pick on me and be brutes. I wiped the dirt of my pants grumbling. What could be done about this sort of thing? They all said things like ‘man up’ all day at me. I don’t really feel like being a hairy good for nothing- I stopped in my tracks and stared at the image in front of me.
On the fence to the farm I had passed by the day before was the guy who waved at me leaning over the fence, staring. Oh no confrontation, he probably had seen me staring beforehand or maybe he was mad I didn’t wave back or wondered why I ran away after doing he did it. I looked to the side wondering if maybe I could pass to the other side, then I remembered some kids ride like they’re on a race track. ‘Just walk by, just walk by quickly,’ is what I told myself.
I moved my feet, like the day before the guy wore the same attire and the same sweaty form. His bright eyes were watching me his face full of curiosity. I expected him to say something, maybe I even wanted him to- but he didn’t. I passed by him easily and all he did was watch me go.
Wasn’t he so friendly yesterday? It seemed like he wanted conversation….Maybe he heard of me from some kids at school. In that case he’s probably pondering ways to get rid of me. At these thoughts I bowed my head. Simple country people shouldn’t bother me, right? Of course no one would understand me here, and it wasn’t exactly their fault. Their minds weren’t anyting like mine. Even if this man had been friendly the day before there was no way it would work out I moved along never looking back at him though I felt his eyes on my back…
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The next few days it was just the same, he was always leaning over that damned fence and watching me walk by. Every single day he did that and never said anything to me. It made no sense to me whatsoever, if he was so interested in watching me do something as boring as walk why not create conversation? At this point between lonely silence at home and whispers I can never answer to at school, talking to anyone would be fine.
Then one day when school was so bad and I was right on the edge of my peek it happened. I was walking home from school and as usual I saw him staring me down. I didn’t even bother to look at him any further past noticing he was watching yet again and scowled. I was getting sick of it. Then suddenly when I was just about to pass him for the thousandth time a long arm stuck out in front of me causing me to stop and step back. I looked to the owner of the arm who grinned as cheesily as a cartoon.
“I’m Suzuki Akira!!!” He announced hand retracting and settling on the fence apart from his other and he hurled himself over the wood. I jumped back at the sudden action. I watched him dumbfounded and he stepped closer even though clearly I didn’t want to be that close to a nutcase. He stuck out his hand for a hand shake. I looked to his hand and wrinkled my nose, his hand was dirty. No way would I ever touch something so unsanitary, but wasn’t it me who wished for contact just a moment? I’m not a hypocrite, so I took his hand, his smile broadened and he squeezed mine. His hand was calloused, but not too calloused, it was nice and warm, but it was all ruined by the fact I knew I was mostly touching a crap load of dirt. “What’s your name?”
“Ruki…” I answered pulling my hand back wiping it on my pants and Akira gave me a skeptical look. He paused, I guessed he was waiting for my full name, but all it was was Ruki and nothing more. Seeing I wouldn’t answer any further his smile was back in place.
“Ruki!” he was trying it out. “Ruki, I watch you every day I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” I mentally smacked myself. Did this guy actually think after being millimeters away from me that I hadn’t noticed he had been watching me? “and I noticed you’re really cool! Are you from the city?” he asked and I nodded making him even more so excited. No wonder I hadn’t seen this guy at school he had to be in elementary getting this excited. My earlier evaluation was definitely valid, this guy was the exact opposite of cool.
Akira’s mouth ran and ran and he leaned against the fence. Despite how uncool he was I decided that I liked him. Then again, there was the fact he probably had no idea that I wasn’t a girl. This was going to end up being a false relationship if it went on this way. “Do you like corn? I grow corn. You should come and look at the corn sometime. I bet the corn would like you-”
“I’m a guy you know.” I interrupted him. Reita stopped and looked at me his smile fading. That was it and I knew it. Why wouldn’t it be over? He was very traditional country boy, he’d never accept a guy who looked like me to come look at his corn. Which, actually was really weird, why would anyone even make plans like that? Was this seriously how people in the country passed time? Maybe it was best that this didn’t work out-
“I know.” Reita replied finally, or maybe it was fairly quickly but I was already so ready to wallow in loneliness I hadn’t noticed that no time went by. I looked at him surprised and he smiled and patted the fence beside him. “So about seeing the corn…” he went on but I wasn’t listening anymore. Akira’s look had been sincere and I think he seriously wanted to be my friend. That in itself was amazing in a place like this.
I leaned against the fence. Akira did most of the talking and he’d ask a lot of questions about the city and Id answer, outside of that I couldn’t find anything else to say to him. But it wasn’t uncomfortable, I actually liked it. It was getting dark and I didn’t even notice. The cicadas began to get louder and louder which was what brought it to my attention. Damn, it was going to be really dark by the time I made it home.
“Akira I have to go.” I said interrupting him. Akira stopped talking and a pout was placed on his lips. I didn’t want to go at all at this point, it was really fun to finally have some friendly interaction, but standing there all night wasn’t an option. I stood up straight and picked up my long since dropped back and brushed the dirt and leaves off of it.
“Can we talk to tomorrow too?” Akira asked hope in his voice. I looked at him, his shaded handsome face looked like a work of art. I was really really lucky to have met him and there was no way that if he requested to talk to me tomorrow that I’d deny him. I let a small smile fall on my lips and I nodded. Akira’s eyes widened a moment then smiled widely and hugged me. I was absolutely surprised at this and had no idea what to do with my hands. Despite he hadn’t been working for a long while I could feel he was sweaty, his body was warm and firm, and even though he should smell gross with all that sweat and dirt he didn’t, his smell was wonderful and intoxicating. Somehow Something in my heart pulled and my mind was calm. So I let him hug me where if it were anyone else I never would have allowed it…
Eventually the contact ended and the rest of the world was cold even in the warm sunset. I was on my way walking back, Akira was on his original side of the fence watching me go. “Ruki!” I stopped and glanced back at him. Even though I wasn’t far Akira’s hands were cupped over his mouth to make himself louder. He dropped his hands and smiled. “Is your name really Ruki?” he asked his voice still loud. I briefly wondered just how long he actually pondered that obvious little thing.
“No.” I called back and he looked as if he were pondering something.
“Why have a fake name?”
“Because its cool.” Reita’s face uplifted with enlightenment and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. What a doof. I turned to go again but was stopped by his voice once again.
“Then can I be Reita?” He asked. Reita? I turned and looked at him, I took in his appearance then grinned. It did indeed suit him, somehow. If he were to be cool and have such a name it would be that one.
“Yeah, Reita, you can.” I don’t even think that Akira was Akira to me anyways, it had always been Reita without me even knowing it…
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A.N.
1- There are farms in Japan but not this country XDD so this place is PURELY made up and from mah mind
So my beta idea fell through so i hope that you'll bear through me with mistakes. I have another story lined up after this one, so if you're interested in betaing for my next story send me a message and we'll see how it goes and hopefully the next story will be up to par :)