Possibilities of Impossibilities - Chapter 2
Title : Possibilities of Impossibilities
Fandom(s) : SS501
Pairings : KyuSaeng
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Everything, started with a dare.
A/N : This is my very first Yaoi story, written...not very long ago. XD Well anyway, forgive the mistakes. And yes, they were meant to be OOC (or not. This might be the author's excuse to write badly >>).
Go to Master Fanfiction Post : http://s2-otter.livejournal.com/405.html for other chapters because the author is too lazy to link all of them. Oops XDD
Chapter 2
Youngsaeng looked intently at the girl sitting diagonally before him. He had been in the classroom for around 20 minutes and during this period, he was staring at the girl.
She was leisurely eating takeaway junk food from McDonalds and Youngsaeng was showing too much interest for such an insignificant event.
The opening of mouth, and the french fry with a little chilli sauce from her slightly oily thumb and second finger left them for the mouth. The straw of her drink was brought to her lips and she slowly sipped a bit by a bit. She then put the drink back to where it originally was, and continued savouring her french fries. After getting two french fries into her mouth, she bit them with her left range of teeth, before using her tongue to move it to her right range of teeth. She then swallowed the a little digested french fries and continued eating.
Youngsaeng push out his lips as he wondered fondly.
‘If I had the Death Note, should I kill her for dropping her french fry and killing one innocent ant?’ Youngsaeng rested his head against his left hand’s palm. ‘Or should I pardon her for feeding 30 other ants by dropping that french fry...?’
Suddenly, his object of observation jumped up and squealed like a guinea pig.
‘Ouch, my ear.’ Youngsaeng frowned.
“Kyujong!!” The girl squealed and ran towards the said person.
Youngsaeng didn’t care. He decided to observe another person. Should he observe a male this time? How about the one that just came in and cut off his train of thoughts because his object of observation screamed at his appearance? No, it wasn’t worth the trouble turning his head.
He just looked further, at another girl who was in the same line as himself and the previous object of observation. Silently, he scolded himself for calling people objects. It is becoming more and more of a habit, ever since he was influence by Light that the world should be rid of evil. For him, evilness is a spirit possessing humans, and humans are objects that evilness take control and do evil with. So, humans, people, are all objects. Including him.
However, he was less evil, because he wasn’t very possessed. He had the right to rid the world of objects which are all so much more evil than him. If, he had the Death Note. Of course, the Death Note doesn’t exist. He’s just a crazy fanatic of the Death Note, Light and L, whether evil or not.
The new object- no, girl, was very quiet. She was however, obviously attracted to the male that had just stepped in. He didn’t hear the noise of flipping pages a minute before, but now he did. He rested another arm on the table and cupped his head with his two hands. Sinking into deep thoughts, he thought maybe he should kill this girl.
If he had the Death Note.
She was flipping the pages so furiously it was annoying him. Really annoying him. But that wasn’t a serious offence. She didn’t kill anyone.
Even if she was annoying, she should be pardoned, for the wind generated by such quick flipping of pages were moving the water particles in the air to somewhere else. Evaporation would be speeded up and it’ll rain sooner.
At this thought, Youngsaeng had a small smile. He loves rain. The light tapping of raindrops on different types of ground, the music it makes, the rhythm it forms. It was just beautiful.
Kyujong frowned. He actually had a smirk when he arrived in the classroom, seeing that indeed, a new face was in his class like how the school’s office said the transfer student would be in his class. However, the new face was staring at a girl. If he was interested in her, Kyujong would only have a harder job. Other than that, Kyujong realised that Youngsaeng looked a little like a girl. He had a small face and although he had single eyelids, his eyes were pretty big. His nose was sharp, but it wasn’t too sharp. He has attached earlobes with cross earrings dangling elegantly from them. The features were all just right. All, just too right. Kyujong’s eyebrows furrowed and found himself...found himself...unconsciously examining Youngsaeng from top to toe.
‘Lucky me.’ Kyujong thought. ‘If he didn’t wear a plain white long sleeve shirt and plain jeans looking exactly like any other ordinary guy...if he wore designer’s clothes...I’d...I’d probably...’
“Kyujong-oppa!” Another girl screamed to capture Kyujong’s attention, which was all focused on the new guy. “Hmm..That’s Heo Youngsaeng if you don’t know him.”
Youngsaeng didn’t realise the gaze from the male. His eyes were too lazy to blink or move, so was his head. His soul was floating towards dreamland, and that was exactly what he wants. He was imagining himself being in the rain. From a light drizzle, to a heavy shower, and a thunderstorm. Finally, a typhoon. It was all a series of art. The feeling of cold liquid on his skin, oh how he wished it was raining right now!
Then he returned to his train of thoughts. There was two things that Youngsaeng enjoyed. Things concerning the Death Note, and rain. He blinked at the girl who finally closed her book and suddenly thought of his old school.
Sure, he was popular with his looks and background when he was first admitted into the school. However, after the school finds out his weird obsession and introvert self, no one bothered about him and some even decided he was a good target to bully. Many times, Youngsaeng thought how great the world would be if he could get rid of these people. Finally, when he got hurt, his parents decided to change his school. Being from a rich family, his father sealed the mouth of the school and everyone in it. No one was allowed to say that Youngsaeng was bullied for it’ll tarnish the reputation of the successor of his father’s company, him.
“If only he’ll stop reading Death Note.” Youngsaeng’s mother exasperatedly screamed out. “He’s reading the whole 13 volumes again, for the 1501 time. Why doesn’t he ever get bored?!”
Youngsaeng smiled when he heard his mother’s loud voice ring in his room. Yes, he doesn’t get bored. He didn’t know why either. He thought, maybe he was trying to beat his previous record, trying to read the 13 volumes in a faster speed than before. Or maybe, he notices the smallest details he never noticed, even if only one, every time he rereads the series. Even if he knew the plot, the setting, the dialogues, the actions, even if he memorised the whole book already, he wanted to read them again. Although he was forbidden to buy any Death Note merchandises after he developed this addiction by his parents, he didn’t bother. He was happy with these 13 volumes, and these 13 volumes were all that he needed.