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Summary: That lacuna in Ryu's forlorn life, screaming to be filled by the oblivious inamorata that is Chizuru Yoshida.
Characters: Chizuru Yoshida, Ryu Sanada
Genre: Romance
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"Sometime's I wish you were my daughter." commented Sanada's father.
"I would if I could," replied Chizu-chan.
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Thoughts surfaced into Ryu's mind like porpoises from water. Memories flooded into the periphery of his head as he gazed forlornly at the photograph. Both of them must have been 9 years old when the picture was taken. The young Ryu had his eyes transfixed on the sand, as he cupped his hands to collect the grains. Chizuru, still with long, cascading hair then, was using the spade and bucket to build a sandcastle. Both of them had wide grins stretched across their carefree faces. A budding friendship.
Years on, Ryu became the incarnation of nonchalance and indifference. That former gaiety seemed to have been buried into the deepest crevices of the Earth, never to be elucidated again.
Chizuru, on the contrary, continued to assimilate some remnants of her childhood- be it her rarely genuine happy-go-lucky attitude or that optimistic vibe she sheds around Ayane, Kazehaya and Sawako.
This awkward feeling was a whole new thing to Ryu. This feeling had burgeoned over the last few weeks, as he reached into his pensive self and ruminated over the root of this queer experience. Who would have, ever, in a gazillion years, even caressed the suburbs of the continuum of Ryu's love life? Beneath that ostensibly cool and aloof mien, lies a feeble effrontery of a child and the palpable trepidation of a rejection. It was certainly not the more familiar calf love, this time there was something je ne sais quoi about it. This love he wanted to pursue.
This feeling was awkward, but familiar, the more it overwhelmed her. She felt vulnerable and agony, it was as though a hole had been torn through her chest, as the jagged pain ripped through her frame, sending her reeling internally. She was oblivious to that naïve puppy love she feebly hung on to. Eradicated, obliterated and pulverized, that was her love. This throbbing void would never heal; she thought.
They were connected by an ineffable but incontrovertible thread. It was a thread that loosely joined the couple with disparate personalities yet identical mixture of problems. Now, sharing this aching lacuna would prove to be an impetus in this pullulating romance.
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Chizu dragged her feet into the room. For a moment, her dragging her feet seemed to be a good sign. For one, at least she didn't collapse onto the ground, as much as she looked like she would at any second. Her hair was bedraggled, surely though there were some futile attempts to comb it, the overall effect screamed unkempt. Judging from the dark pockets underneath her eyes, she looked like she had cried the entire night. Also, she wasn't wearing the prescribed mini skirt either, but rather a pair of jeans. She slumped onto her seat, again oblivious to the concerned glare from Ryu behind her.
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Ryu was spellbound. It was worse than he envisaged it to be. Chizu was an absolute wreck. It was as though somebody had killed the spirit in her. That happy-go-lucky Chizu had been murdered by the cruel serial assassin that is love. He did not know how to help her, as much as his hearts yearns to do so. He did not want to be a nuisance either. He hung on stubbornly to so many concerns and worries. But he knew all these were but trite, selfish excuses- the influence of the Devil that stymied him from extending his reach to her. Kimi ni Todoke.
A mélange of emotions overwhelmed him as he approached her. On one hand, he was trying to convince himself that this counsel was purely friend-driven, but on the other, he knew that it was a stepping stone into her heart. He had thought it out meticulously and sedulously, even to the extent of perusing online resources pertaining to how to counsel a person. He figured winning the girl's heart would have to take a rain check.
He pulled a chair and sat beside her, gazing at her, as his lips quivered.
"Chizu?" he called nervously.
Relating about emotions was never within his realm of expertise, given the ignorant and emotionless façade he exudes. You have to understand that this was a quantum leap from his comfort zone- accosting someone to help them ease their pain.
He gathered more effrontery and tried again.
"Chizu, I know this is especially tough for you, but maybe you want to tell me what's happening, so I can understand what you're going through." Sanada importuned.
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Chizu was hardly paying attention when Ryu approached her. But when he asked her about her problems, an unfamiliar dwelled in her stomach. Firstly, she felt resistant against anyone who tried to probe into the shell of hers. The protective barrier made up of agony and tears- that she didn't want anyone to enter into. But, she allowed Ryu to creep in. There was this calm assurance and familiarity in the desert of sorrow that really warmed her about Ryu.
The thought that she might have the hearts for Ryu inched into her mind. I'm trying to compensate for the loss by using Ryu as a replacement. This is all stupid me acting. She never really got to think of it. Childhood friends for 10 years, been through hell together, is there a fraction of likeliness that a love could develop? Stop being ridiculous. Then she recalled the several occasions Ryu looked so grave when he approached her to broach about a subject but every time he was interrupted by an external event. Could it be related? Or was it her wishful thinking. She wasn't oblivious now.
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"Chizu?" called Ryu almost endearingly.
To be continued.
Characters: Chizuru Yoshida, Ryu Sanada
Genre: Romance
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"Sometime's I wish you were my daughter." commented Sanada's father.
"I would if I could," replied Chizu-chan.
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Thoughts surfaced into Ryu's mind like porpoises from water. Memories flooded into the periphery of his head as he gazed forlornly at the photograph. Both of them must have been 9 years old when the picture was taken. The young Ryu had his eyes transfixed on the sand, as he cupped his hands to collect the grains. Chizuru, still with long, cascading hair then, was using the spade and bucket to build a sandcastle. Both of them had wide grins stretched across their carefree faces. A budding friendship.
Years on, Ryu became the incarnation of nonchalance and indifference. That former gaiety seemed to have been buried into the deepest crevices of the Earth, never to be elucidated again.
Chizuru, on the contrary, continued to assimilate some remnants of her childhood- be it her rarely genuine happy-go-lucky attitude or that optimistic vibe she sheds around Ayane, Kazehaya and Sawako.
This awkward feeling was a whole new thing to Ryu. This feeling had burgeoned over the last few weeks, as he reached into his pensive self and ruminated over the root of this queer experience. Who would have, ever, in a gazillion years, even caressed the suburbs of the continuum of Ryu's love life? Beneath that ostensibly cool and aloof mien, lies a feeble effrontery of a child and the palpable trepidation of a rejection. It was certainly not the more familiar calf love, this time there was something je ne sais quoi about it. This love he wanted to pursue.
This feeling was awkward, but familiar, the more it overwhelmed her. She felt vulnerable and agony, it was as though a hole had been torn through her chest, as the jagged pain ripped through her frame, sending her reeling internally. She was oblivious to that naïve puppy love she feebly hung on to. Eradicated, obliterated and pulverized, that was her love. This throbbing void would never heal; she thought.
They were connected by an ineffable but incontrovertible thread. It was a thread that loosely joined the couple with disparate personalities yet identical mixture of problems. Now, sharing this aching lacuna would prove to be an impetus in this pullulating romance.
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Chizu dragged her feet into the room. For a moment, her dragging her feet seemed to be a good sign. For one, at least she didn't collapse onto the ground, as much as she looked like she would at any second. Her hair was bedraggled, surely though there were some futile attempts to comb it, the overall effect screamed unkempt. Judging from the dark pockets underneath her eyes, she looked like she had cried the entire night. Also, she wasn't wearing the prescribed mini skirt either, but rather a pair of jeans. She slumped onto her seat, again oblivious to the concerned glare from Ryu behind her.
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Ryu was spellbound. It was worse than he envisaged it to be. Chizu was an absolute wreck. It was as though somebody had killed the spirit in her. That happy-go-lucky Chizu had been murdered by the cruel serial assassin that is love. He did not know how to help her, as much as his hearts yearns to do so. He did not want to be a nuisance either. He hung on stubbornly to so many concerns and worries. But he knew all these were but trite, selfish excuses- the influence of the Devil that stymied him from extending his reach to her. Kimi ni Todoke.
A mélange of emotions overwhelmed him as he approached her. On one hand, he was trying to convince himself that this counsel was purely friend-driven, but on the other, he knew that it was a stepping stone into her heart. He had thought it out meticulously and sedulously, even to the extent of perusing online resources pertaining to how to counsel a person. He figured winning the girl's heart would have to take a rain check.
He pulled a chair and sat beside her, gazing at her, as his lips quivered.
"Chizu?" he called nervously.
Relating about emotions was never within his realm of expertise, given the ignorant and emotionless façade he exudes. You have to understand that this was a quantum leap from his comfort zone- accosting someone to help them ease their pain.
He gathered more effrontery and tried again.
"Chizu, I know this is especially tough for you, but maybe you want to tell me what's happening, so I can understand what you're going through." Sanada importuned.
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Chizu was hardly paying attention when Ryu approached her. But when he asked her about her problems, an unfamiliar dwelled in her stomach. Firstly, she felt resistant against anyone who tried to probe into the shell of hers. The protective barrier made up of agony and tears- that she didn't want anyone to enter into. But, she allowed Ryu to creep in. There was this calm assurance and familiarity in the desert of sorrow that really warmed her about Ryu.
The thought that she might have the hearts for Ryu inched into her mind. I'm trying to compensate for the loss by using Ryu as a replacement. This is all stupid me acting. She never really got to think of it. Childhood friends for 10 years, been through hell together, is there a fraction of likeliness that a love could develop? Stop being ridiculous. Then she recalled the several occasions Ryu looked so grave when he approached her to broach about a subject but every time he was interrupted by an external event. Could it be related? Or was it her wishful thinking. She wasn't oblivious now.
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"Chizu?" called Ryu almost endearingly.
To be continued.