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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Jan 3, 2011 22:22:50 GMT -6
Koji had got himself up earlier than usual today. For it was his day to take action. With Rumi's warnings of ceasing his guitar tutoring, and her additional warning of this chance slipping through his fingers still fresh in his mind. He made haste for school, skipping breakfast altogether.
He thundered along at a brisk, speedy walk. Running would seem too urgent, and jogging, highly unfitting in school clothes. His jacket was not buttoned up, it caught wind and was flapping back against his shoulders, his tie whipping up at his neck, but these, trivial, irrelevant matters, not worth second though for now. No, he would see to them later.
Charging up the main gate, earning a few strange looks from the few students on campus at this earlier time, Koji made a bee-line for the shoe lockers, stopping just outside the door, panting, leaning against it for support, his body berating him for skipping breakfast. He would certainlly be looking forward to lunch. That was certain. He was about to enter, but something in his mind made him hesitate.
Thump.
"Go."
Thump.
"Before you lose your nerve Otomo... Do it."
Thump, thump.
The shoe lockers never quite seemed so daunting to be around, but for Koji, these metallic beasts were the goliath to his David. Gulping hard, trying to slow his heartbeat, and power through the kick of adrenaline it gave him, he stepped through the door, clutching the letter stating from whom the poem was from in one hand, and the carefully-written poem in question in the other, both held a little too tightly, the paper began to crease. Imperfection. Koji halted. Imperfection! He straightened out the two pieces of paper before fastidiously folding them again. It had to be perfect. Everything just had to go right. Though plans never did seem to see past their first fifteen minutes. If that was the case, then this one was on its deathbed, walking towards the light.
"Now... Let's see. F." Koji began, scanning across the lockers for the particular name. He passed through H, until he found the shoe locked he was looking for.
"Fujibayashi Kyou..." He said quietly, testing the small door. Locked. Obviously. The paper had been folded over twice, and it seemed rather thick to fit into the tiny gap between the door and frame. He would have to unfold it again. Keeping it folded was, according to Rumi, a great way to increase the tension. It seemed he would have to settle for hoping it landed face-down. Carefully. Taking a quick look around to make certain the coast was clear. The last thing he needed was someone spotting him. Or worse. Ryou. Worse still, Kyou herself.
The sound of the paper unfolding seemed to be a great deal louder than expected, but there was no other noise around. Nothing to drown it out. Footsteps. Koji ducked behind the shoe locker, stealing a glance. A teacher. Sighing a breath of relief he hopped back around to the front, relocated Kyou's shoe locker, and then, with one final deep breath, he straightened out the paper, and slowly began to push it into the locker...
"Here goes nothing. Please like it Fujibayashi-san." Koji said aloud.
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Post by kyou on Jan 4, 2011 20:46:18 GMT -6
suddєnlч, thєrє's вєαutч ín thє wαч mч hєαrt ís cαvíng ín. αnd єvєrч scαr rєmínds mє hσw í cαn't dєnч. fυנιвαуαѕнι куσυ suddєnlч, thєrє's cσmfσrt ín thє wαч thє wσrld cσmєs crαshíng ín. αnd єvєrч tєαr rєmínds mє í'm αlívє tσníght. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. I waited eight long months, she finally set him free. I told him I can't lie; he was the only one for me. Two weeks, and we had caught on fire. She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile. Kyou had risen early this particular morning, for no apparent reason, it seemed... Well, maybe there was a reason. She had an assignment that was due at the end of the week, so perhaps that was her body telling her she should use time early in the morning to work on it. Whatever the case, she's risen earlier than both her grandmother, sister, and their newest guest, Fuko, it seemed, and had gone ahead to get herself ready for the day. It was a good thing her morning preparations didn't take long, or she would have had to get up at this time every day.
Upon rising, Kyou quickly brushed through her hair, using the heated straightener to straighten out any kinks that might've made their way into her hair while she slept. It seemed to happen a lot considering how long her hair was, but it was certainly a good thing they had that straightener; she might've looked like a hobo otherwise, at least in her point of view. Just a little bit of mascara on her eyelashes to thicken them out a little - she wasn't one for much makeup, but mascara did come in rather handy - along with a touch of clear lipgloss over her rose-pink lips and she was ready to go. Wait... She'd almost forgot something. Reaching towards the counter, she grabbed the lace tie she always wore in her hair, tying it around a strand of hair by the left side of her face. It was something she'd worn since being a child; Ryou also wore one, but on the other side of her face.
The morning was quiet when she left, though she hoped nobody would dare to notice that Kyou Fujibayashi happened to be coming to school on none other than a motorized scooter. It was technically against the school's rules to do so, but Kyou made a point to park a fairly good distance away so she wouldn't be seen. With where she parked, it gave the impression that she walked to school in the morning, or stopped at another bus stop; it also gave her the opportunity to stop at one of the local shops and grab something for breakfast. It was early, so the shop she picked was quiet, but she bought a steaming, fresh breakfast wrap and begun the trek towards the school, eating her breakfast in a fairly content manner.
The grounds were silent as she walked in; most people hadn't even arrived as of yet. Therefore, in order to avoid sheer awkwardness, Kyou made her footsteps lighter and harder to hear, because to her, it just felt funny having her shoes clack along the cement like they did. She wasn't used to being at Hikarizaka High this early... It kind of unnerved her, though just a little. She didn't believe those stupid rumors about the ghost girl at the school, so there was nothing to fear... Right? She didn't have to worry about Fuko, either, as it was kind of difficult for Fuko to ride with her on a scooter...
Surprise hit her, however, as she saw none other than a young boy... Well, not exactly young; he was certainly the same age as her, and she knew she recognized him. He was wearing the boys' uniform, so that must've meant he was from their school... But the case of where he was struck her the most. She could hear little bits of murmuring, but thanked her lucky stars he had his back turned to her; she might've lost her opportuning to turn into her more... "Menacing" self. Walking forward quietly, she stopped directly behind the boy, wondering what in the hell it was that he was doing. She could see a paper in his hands, and he was clearly trying to stuff it under the crack between the door and the bottom of her shoe locker.
"And, pray tell, just what do you think you're doing?" She queried, her voice strong and resilient as she spoke. Both hands were on her hips, her school bag held in her left hand; she stood here, with her weight on one foot, a single eyebrow raised in question. Her locker was at about eye level, so that meant that with him seeming to be crouching a bit, he was taller than her... Though certainly not by much. An inch or two, perhaps. She kind of wanted to find out what was on that paper... Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to catch him red-handed. No, now she had a plan. She might've caught him in the act, but she was definitely going to have to get that paper and make sure he wouldn't get away in the process... Something she was very, very good at.
Second chances, they don't ever matter; people never change. Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry; that'll never change. And about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way! Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want And what they like; it's easy if you do it right! Well, I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE!
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Jan 4, 2011 21:47:43 GMT -6
Startled by the sudden question that came, as far as he was aware, from nowhere. Whoever the voice belonged to was certainlly light on their feet. Getting over the inital shock, Koji turned slowly around, holding the piece of paper aloft. He would make certain this person kept quiet about this. If he was stalled here, there was a chance either of the Fujibayashi twins could come this way and spot him. Kyou would undoubtedly question him, and Ryou would most likely ask if he was looking for Kyou, having explained to her his situation a few days prior in the local park, though without actually letting slip his true intentions for questioning whom Kyou was, or was not seeing.
"I'm trying to give this to... Fujibayashi-san!"
As soon as he had cleared one hundred and thirty degrees, he spotted Kyou, and in terror, his heart leapt into his mouth. He just knew that voice was all too familiar. His eyes darted towards the paper being held aloft, which he nearly dropped after the second shock hit him. He would need to think fast, or else his careful plan would be locked onto, and blown into smithereens.
"Oh, me? Well, you see, I was... Uh, walking past to get to my locker, and I noticed this lying on the floor. It's... Uh, it's got your name on the back of it, so I assumed it was for you. I-I swear I didn't read or anything. It looked private since it's been folded so neatly, and I... Uh... Well I was going to put it back in your locker..."
Koji's nerves were getting the better of him. He was fidgiting as his explanation wore on, and trying his hardest to avoid eye contact. He gathered himself and gave Kyou a sheepish grin.
"But I thought it might've been the work of that friend of Okazaki-san, Sunohara who put it there. You know him, right? Bleached blonde hair? Anyway, I know he likes to play practical jokes on people. So, I'll just... Uh, dispose of this..." He explained, and began to scrunch his fastidiously fabricated poem into a ball, all the while wearing his horribly forced plastic grin upon his face. It seemed a shame to destroy his work, but he had the original safely stored at home. He could easily rewrite it and try his luck again another day. Perhaps he could salvage something from this disaster. Provided he didn't keel over from his heart thumping away faster than what was considered natural. Provided Kyou didn't discover the true creator of this paper. Which she wouldn't. Unless she read his name at the bottom. He couldn't simply dispose of it. Kyou could easily take it out of whatever waste paper basked he threw it in, or rummage around in his bag for it if he kept it. Unable to drop his grin, Koji fiddled to unbutton his top pocket, to pop the poem in for safe keeping.
"Actually. I... Might just go and... Question Sunohara-san about this. It smells... Awfully fishy." Koji went on, struggling with his stubborn pocket, refusing to unbutton. It seemed everything was against him. Or was it because he was nervous and wasn't taking his time to do things properly?
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Post by kyou on Jan 4, 2011 22:11:22 GMT -6
suddєnlч, thєrє's вєαutч ín thє wαч mч hєαrt ís cαvíng ín. αnd єvєrч scαr rєmínds mє hσw í cαn't dєnч. fυנιвαуαѕнι куσυ suddєnlч, thєrє's cσmfσrt ín thє wαч thє wσrld cσmєs crαshíng ín. αnd єvєrч tєαr rєmínds mє í'm αlívє tσníght. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. I waited eight long months, she finally set him free. I told him I can't lie; he was the only one for me. Two weeks, and we had caught on fire. She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile. If her eyebrow could have gone any further, it would've been up through her hairline, after what the boy had just said to her. That was odd; most people, knowing her intimidating voice well, usually froze in shock when she spoke the way she did. When he turned around, however, it appeared that he didn't quite put his finger on it as well as he might have thought... Good lord, the look in his eyes was hilarious. It took everything Kyou had not to burst out laughing by the absolute and utter fear in his eyes when he realized his mistake. The corners of her mouth tightened, forcing her to keep a smile hidden.
"Oh, me? Well, you see, I was... Uh, walking past to get to my locker, and I noticed this lying on the floor. It's... Uh, it's got your name on the back of it, so I assumed it was for you. I-I swear I didn't read or anything. It looked private since it's been folded so neatly, and I... Uh... Well I was going to put it back in your locker..." The fact that he was stuttering and pausing so much gave away the fact that he was trying to lie almost instantly. Not to mention, the fact that his ears had suddenly shot a shade of bright red, accompanied by his cheekbones and then, almost his entire face, told her that he was completely embarrassed. He certainly hadn't wanted to be caught in the act... Though his little white lie was clearly failing.
The smile he flashed her didn't do too good, either. It almost made her giggle, watching him squirm to try and get out of his sticky situation... But she was curious now. What would he want to do with a paper addressed to her? Rather, was it even from him? What did it contain? Kyou wasn't an idiot; she guessed it was probably from him, or he wouldn't have been trying to come up with a convincing lie to put her off. Surprisingly, the lie he came up with was good... His delivery of it, however, was not. His actions and tone of voice belied his nervousness, and Kyou was an expert on fear. She could smell it, almost.
"But I thought it might've been the work of that friend of Okazaki-san, Sunohara who put it there. You know him, right? Bleached blonde hair? Anyway, I know he likes to play practical jokes on people. So, I'll just... Uh, dispose of this..." Well, his lie had got better, but his earlier tone had already made it obvious. Sunohara would have the gall to do something like that, but even if it really was from Sunohara and this boy just happened to be about as confident as Kichiro was - and, probably, as easily frightened - most people wouldn't dare to hide it from her. Even Kichiro had more brains than that, she guessed... Seriously, you'd think this guy could come up with a better way to crawl out of the grave he dug himself. There's no way I could let him get away with that paper now...
She watched with a stern, contemplating face as the boy tried to unbutton his jacket pocket, hopefully wanting to put the crumpled note in there. He'd crushed it pretty good, but with trying to undo the button on his pocket, his focus was diverted. If she was fast enough, she might be able to snatch it... Ah, yes. She could see that his hand was a bit loose... Not holding it very tightly.
"Actually. I... Might just go and... Question Sunohara-san about this. It smells... Awfully fishy." Fishy? Really? Couldn't he come up with something more convincing? Whatever the case... Kyou was really interested now. Without warning, her hand shot forward, snatching the note away from him.
"Gimmie," she said, seeming to prance away as she opened the note. Clearly, she was interested, by the sudden change in her expression; she was kind of embarrassed for being so interested in it. Her embarrassment showed on her face; she was blushing ever so slightly, because she was practically dying to read the note. Seriously, when some kid addressed a note to you, who in their right mind wouldn't be interested? At least this way, if he was being some dumb jerk, she could kick him in the face and take care of it right there.
She continued to unravel the note, working to get it open without tearing it, as it was pretty well-crumpled...
Second chances, they don't ever matter; people never change. Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry; that'll never change. And about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way! Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want And what they like; it's easy if you do it right! Well, I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE!
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Jan 4, 2011 22:48:38 GMT -6
If Koji was ever concerned that it should not be physically possible for his heart to pound faster, he was soon sadly eating his words. He knew he hadn't pulled off his masquerade well enough to fool anyone with even at a handful of brain cells bouncing off the inside of their skull.
His face flushed beet red. As it did so, his hand jerked forward, and tore his pocket button clean off, hearing, but not caring about it bouncing across the floor to rest neatly in a corner. He covered up his embarassment by feigning interest in his jacket pocket. It wouldn't fool a newborn. Before he had dug himself any deeper than he already was, honesty seemed to be the best policty. It seemed to be the only policy. He hung his reddened face, his hand still fixing, un-fixing then fixing his pocket again. His eyes were glued, almost completely to his shoes, save for his occassional half-glance upwards.
"Please don't laugh at it. I spent a lot of time on that. I was so determined to get it right. To make it perfect, that I messed it up. I ended up lying to you too. It is my work. I went to the library. Researched love poems. Nobody writes them anymore, but I couldn't put how I really felt into spoken words." Koji began, looking up. His face was still as red as a ripe tomato. His face no longer sporting a forced grin, but a look of sincerity.
"It was pretty underhanded of me, trying to blame Sunohara-san like that. I hope you can forgive me, being so dishonest. I just wanted it to go right," he sighed, leaving his jacket pocket well enough alone, "I... Wanted it go right. You see, I really like you Fujibayashi-san. I've seen how you'd do anything for your sister. I know people think you have this rough exterior, but I just think you're a strong-willed person. I think it's one of the reasons I'm attracted to you."
Koji was trying his very best to seem sincere, and not to come off as some idiot romantic with a crush on a pretty girl. He hoped he didn't seem that way. Now, he had straightened up, and maintained full eye contact with the elder Fujibayashi twin as he continued.
"I understand if you don't return those feelings, you don't really know an awful lot about me. I'm just a guy in your sister's class whom you happen to see every now and then. If you were willing to give me a chance, I'd really like for the both of use to get to know each other better."
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Post by kyou on Jan 7, 2011 21:43:06 GMT -6
suddєnlч, thєrє's вєαutч ín thє wαч mч hєαrt ís cαvíng ín. αnd єvєrч scαr rєmínds mє hσw í cαn't dєnч. fυנιвαуαѕнι куσυ suddєnlч, thєrє's cσmfσrt ín thє wαч thє wσrld cσmєs crαshíng ín. αnd єvєrч tєαr rєmínds mє í'm αlívє tσníght. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. I waited eight long months, she finally set him free. I told him I can't lie; he was the only one for me. Two weeks, and we had caught on fire. She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile. Kyou was much too interested in her attempt to un-crumple the paper that she hardly noticed the button of the boy's jacket popping off and skidding along the floor. She'd taken it upon herself to dance away in order to stay out of his range, her facial expression ranging between keen curiosity and a contemplative look. She was trying to look innocent, really, and feign her actual interest, but the fact that she'd grabbed the note away from him like it belonged to her or something had kind of given that away. Her only saving grace could have been someone blaming it on the sporadic personality she had.
"Please don't laugh at it. I spent a lot of time on that. I was so determined to get it right. To make it perfect, that I messed it up. I ended up lying to you too. It is my work. I went to the library. Researched love poems. Nobody writes them anymore, but I couldn't put how I really felt into spoken words." With Kyou... Those words only half hit home. The other half was still hanging in the air before it even really sunk in... As she was quite interested in what was written on the paper. Finally managing to get it smoothed back to its folded state, she carefully unfolded it, the reality of what the boy had said sinking in... Slowly.
"It was pretty underhanded of me, trying to blame Sunohara-san like that. I hope you can forgive me, being so dishonest. I just wanted it to go right, I... Wanted it go right. You see, I really like you Fujibayashi-san. I've seen how you'd do anything for your sister. I know people think you have this rough exterior, but I just think you're a strong-willed person. I think it's one of the reasons I'm attracted to you."
Kyou paused. Behind the paper, her mouth opened, then closed... As she mimicked a fish, unintentionally. She was barely looking over the top of the paper, glad that it hid the remainder of her face and the absolute shock and sheer awkwardness of her expression. Her eyes held a question... Though what it was certainly had to be difficult to discern. Hold on just a second here... HE JUST SAID HE'S ATTRACTED TO ME?! It was certainly quite the endeavour in awkwardness... But he was sincere. And he wasn't being creepy... Was he? She glanced at the poem quickly, skimming its contents. Okay, it was cliche. And lame. As all love poems are. But... She could sense the sincerity, the hard work that had gone into making it good.
She, sadly, kind of wanted to laugh at how cliche it really was. She always had a tendency to laugh at poems, but she managed to keep it hidden... Mostly. The paper was still in front of her face, so it hid the faint grin that broke out. It made her chuckle just to see the hard work behind this, really, and not because it was funny; because he'd put so much work in just for someone like her. It's not like she was special or anything... She wasn't was she?
I know people think you have this rough exterior, but I just think you're a strong-willed person.... Wait, wait, hold on a second. No way. No FREAKING way. He didn't just... No, he couldn't have. Did he really read me that well? She wanted to scream out in frustration, because she'd been so easily read by someone who barely knew her! Jeez... And she'd thought only her sister or Tomoya would have been able to read her that well. This was frightening, but not in a creepy way. The guy certainly had balls, especially to be leaving a note like that in her locker... Not to mention following through with honesty when clearly he'd dug himself a grave by getting caught. She'd help him out... Sort of.
But, at the same time, there was also her own feelings to consider... Ryou had told her she'd lost interest in Tomoya, so... That meant Kyou didn't have any worries about hurting her little sister. As she thought, she stared at a blank spot on the paper, trying to gather her own thoughts. She spoke no words, though she quickly glanced from side to side and gently folded the paper, smoothing it from its crumpled state as best she could. She slid it in her pocket, hopefully unnoticed, and tried to figure things out. Well... There was nothing saying that Ryou wasn't going through a phase where she lost interest, as girls did have a tendency to do that. So therefore, she had to wait.
...Boy, was she good at lying to herself.
"I understand if you don't return those feelings, you don't really know an awful lot about me. I'm just a guy in your sister's class whom you happen to see every now and then. If you were willing to give me a chance, I'd really like for the both of use to get to know each other better."
"Well, at least you're not a total dunce without an ounce of balls," Kyou replied, rather bluntly to say the least. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know who you are, but I [i[knew
[/i] I recognized you. But, um, well, you see..."[/b] Her voice was losing the old Kyou-style confidence that it usually had, as a blush crept up onto her cheeks faintly. She was looking away, trying to say what she wanted to with a confident look upon her face. "I'm interested in someone else, but it's... Well, it's kind of complicated, you see. I don't expect you to understand the situation, but considering I don't know your face, it probably means you haven't pissed me off enough to make me remember it... Kinda like how I remember Sunohara's face." Well, a good comparison to make... Because if someone didn't know Sunohara, then there was clearly something wrong with that person. "Nonetheless, I commend you for having the guts to actually say that. Wow. Jeez. I-If you'd like, we... Could be friends?" Good lord, that sounded so awkward coming from her lips. It'd definitely sounded better in her head... Briefly she chewed on her lip, trying to think of a good way to make things sound less awkward. Really, some random kid had just.. professed his attraction to her, and she was asking to be his friend? Well, that could work... Perhaps. If her sister had a relapse, then maybe this kid would be a good way to keep rumors from spreading, or something... She was pretty good friends with Okazaki, so there was bound to be some sort of rumors to fly around. And, really, if this guy had enough guts to tell her that, to her face nonetheless, then she'd just have to give him a chance. It would be a real bitchy move for her to just walk away like nothing had happened. "I think uh... M-maybe we just started off on the wrong foot. Let's just forget this all happened," she said, shaking her head and stepping forward. "Nice to meet you. I'm Fujibayashi Kyou, of class 3-E, sister of Ryou. And you are?" She hadn't looked closely enough to read the name at the bottom, so she was sincerely asking what this boy's name was. He certainly looked familiar...[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/size] Second chances, they don't ever matter; people never change. Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry; that'll never change. And about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way! Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want And what they like; it's easy if you do it right! Well, I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE!
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Jan 8, 2011 8:00:17 GMT -6
Koji listened intentely to Kyou's words. Thoughts raced around his head. It was a real demolition derby between the "buts" and "what ifs". Was it a little unnerving to explain, so shortly too, the true meaning of another's psyche right in front of them? He couldn't fathom the thought of seeing Kyou as just some overly-protective sibling with anger issues. Most high school males, as far as Koji was concerned expected girls to be these timid creatures that blushed every time words such as like and love were casually tossed about. The id portion of the pysche. Lust, not love. Most people at this age were barely grasping at the concept of the latter, and most had already explored the cause and effect of the former.
He shuffled nervously, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as Kyou read, and he spoke. He had wished he could see her expression. It might have alleviated his worry. It was difficult, but possible to glean some information by how her gaze darted from left to right. He was better at reading people when they were in full view, and displaying their personal characteristics for all to see. Though from the few encounters Kyou barged into their class, to scold Okazaki-san for teasing her sister, Koji noted that it went a little deeper than just Kyou being a protective sister. He had a hunch that both the Fujibayashi twins were interested in him. The delinquent. The bad boy. It was horrible to plaster such a stereotype into it, but jealous he was. It was also one of the reasons Koji had initially hesitated to act. He had been in Ryou's class since junior year, and recalled the first time Kyou came to her rescue. At first, a little concerned due to his proximity to the event unfolding, but it subsided, and became a wondering. Wondering became respect. Respect became admiration. Admiration became affection. The question that needled his brain was simple; "Had affection become love?". He had said that people his age had a basic understanding of how love worked. He had also said that applied to most people his age. To base one's affections on physical attractiveness seemed very shallow. Though Kyou was indeed attractive, Koji was not a shallow person. If his poem and his explanation was any indication of that. He was torn away from his wonderings by Kyou's reply.
It was... Kyou. Definetly a Kyou response. Confident, and to the point. Though it began to lose those two closer to the end. Koji, in a way knew what was coming. It would be about Okazaki Tomoya. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, jealous of his classmate. Sure enough, Kyou mentioned a certain someone she was interested in. He did emit a quiet sigh. Of course, he hadn't done anything to annoy her. Usually the meant upsetting her sister. Koji wouldn't think of it, partly because she was Kyou's sister, and partly because he knew Ryou had a good heart, and people would probably try and take advantage of her kindness.
Then Kyou commended him for his courage, and extended the olive branch of friendship. He knew it wasn't his desired outcome, but he pushed all thoughts of dates, and walks down by a beach hand in hand to one side.
"I'd like that," Koji smiled, he cleared his throat, and tipped his head "I'm Otomo Kojiro of class 3-D, but everyone just calls me Koji. It's nice to meet you Fujibayashi-san."
He was glad to put the nervousness, and all the apprehension behind him. Deep in mind, he hoped, in secret that Tomoya would start dating Furukawa Nagisa in 3-B. He had heard he was helping her re-establish the drama club. He knew it was very selfish to think that, and mentally chided himself. If it was decided that he and Kyou would become a couple, he would be content to see her happy. Though if he hurt her, Koji wouldn't be able to bear looking him in the eye. Still, that was merely a possibility. Fate could also deal him a different hand of cards. Cards! He could indeed have his fortune told by Ryou. It certainly couldn't hurt. For now, he was going to make good on his chance.
"Say, um... Fujibayashi-san. Are you doing anything at lunch? If you're not, would you... Like to eat lunch with me? Not like a date or anything! Just so we can get to know each other. Just as friends." Coming from one who had just confessed his affections, it seemed awfully like he was asking Kyou on a date. To each lunch together. He could have just as well asked her to eat with him at a fancy restaraunt. Though he didn't say they would be alone. It was times like this when he wished his friend Takuya came to this school.
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Post by kyou on Jan 22, 2011 23:41:04 GMT -6
suddєnlч, thєrє's вєαutч ín thє wαч mч hєαrt ís cαvíng ín. αnd єvєrч scαr rєmínds mє hσw í cαn't dєnч. fυנιвαуαѕнι куσυ suddєnlч, thєrє's cσmfσrt ín thє wαч thє wσrld cσmєs crαshíng ín. αnd єvєrч tєαr rєmínds mє í'm αlívє tσníght. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. I waited eight long months, she finally set him free. I told him I can't lie; he was the only one for me. Two weeks, and we had caught on fire. She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile. She had to admit, nearly anything the boy said or did kind of made her feel awkward inside, though she tried to keep it from showing in her face. Thankfully, she still had the paper up, keeping her reactions from showing clearly, but seriously... Who wouldn't feel a little weird when someone came up to them and just admitted their infatuation with them? Especially if you didn't feel the same way? Not to mention, the guy had been trying to sneak a poem into her locker, too. How much weirder could things get?
Kyou personally thought Kojiro was just chalking her up to be something she wasn't; that was how he imagined her, and while his imagination was frighteningly correct, it was still that; a figurative version of her. He didn't really know her all that well... Technically speaking, they had just met. She didn't like how accurate his predictions had been, but she'd just have to live with them, have to weather them out as best she could.
"I'd like that. I'm Otomo Kojiro of class 3-D, but everyone just calls me Koji. It's nice to meet you Fujibayashi-san."
"It's nice to meet you, Otomo-san." Kyou was glad to know that the boy was willing to put all of his apparent fantasies aside and truly get to know her as a person, before he started to go into asinine assumptions of how her mind operated. Yes, Kyou herself knew he was accurate, but for all he knew, he was way out in left field. And she might just play it that way. Why not make him think he was out in left field when the ball was at home plate? Maybe it'd make him realize that he couldn't just base such things on assumptions; he really had to know a person before he could claim hold to those feelings...
Kyou knew it well. She knew Tomoya well, knew of the things he went through, of the life he lived. She understood that. His ability to keep going through it all, even though nobody was there to save him was what attracted her to him. She knew things that hadn't been good, either; she knew of a life that wasn't all the best. Her grandmother had been hers and her sister's saving grace. She wanted to give Tomoya that, to give him something he'd never seen... Maybe to be his saving grace. It was part of the reason she'd been his stagnant friend for so long; without friends, he didn't have much else. Sure, he was a dunce at times, but he could be funny and enjoyable, too.
"Say, um... Fujibayashi-san. Are you doing anything at lunch? If you're not, would you... Like to eat lunch with me? Not like a date or anything! Just so we can get to know each other. Just as friends."
Kyou was snapped out of her momentary daze by Kojiro's words, and she contemplated that. Yes, such a statement felt awkward, but she knew she had to keep that part clamped down. They were supposed to be starting fresh. Clean slate. No thinking back to the past. Bad Kyou, she scolded herself, thinking over Kojiro's offer. Well, there was her sister to consider, for one, and then there was Fuko... She wasn't entirely comfortable with being alone with this boy as of yet, and she certainly didn't want any rumors to start flying around. People could be pretty mean sometimes when it came to that...
"Um, yeah, sure... I hope you don't mind, though, my sister and another girl will probably be there as well. You're welcome to join us for lunch," she offered, hoping that it seemed... Good enough.
Second chances, they don't ever matter; people never change. Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry; that'll never change. And about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way! Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want And what they like; it's easy if you do it right! Well, I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE!
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Post by Otomo Kojiro on Jan 23, 2011 10:13:15 GMT -6
This morning hadn't exactly gone to plan for Koji. He felt he had come off as arather outlandish boy with a crush, based on a few select occassions of observation. Observation. That's exactly what it was. A sickly feeling of dread washed over Koji, though he prayed it was not evident on his face. It had dawned open him that despite correctly stating Kyou did not know him at all, the same was true of himself. He didn't know Kyou very well either. Granted, he did see the good in people, looking past the exteriors. In Kyou's case beyond the common assumption that she was just a very violent girl raining down punishement on those foolish enough to annoy her, or her sister.
Kyou was no fool either, surmising that she knew this, and just how awkward it was for someone to be told what Koji had told. Not to mention his personality anaylasis. Koji had hoped that detail would show Kyou that he wasn't horrible shallow, and simply attracted to her for her looks. In hindsight, he could've planned it better, instead of wrapping himself up in his notion of perfection. Now, he felt he'd deluded himself into thinking such an act would make Kyou instantly fall for him. Tossing out all foolish thoughts of classing friendship as second best, he considered himself incredibly lucky Kyou even offered. If the two were friends, it could serve for Koji to base his affections on other aspects of Kyou's personality, and not just his casual observations. He could see Kyou was noticably unnerved by his confession, and frankly, couldn't blame her. Wanting to apologize, something stayed his mouth from forming the words. The situation was already thorny enough. He could give himself time to calm his nerves, and time to let this torrent sink in for Kyou. Lunch was hours away yet, he would have time. That was, if Kyou accepted his offer.
It did not surprise him in the least to hear her response. He was relieved that there would be others there. Both sisters, and another girl. He mentally cursed Takuya for not coming to Hikarizaka High. Koji could learn more about Kyou from her friends, and indeed her sister, but considering Takuya was on the other side of town, it was highly unlikely he could come all that way and back over a short lunchtime. He was geniunely pleased, however, the one thing that needled his hindbrain was Tomoya. Effectively his rival. He had no idea whom Okazaki harbored feelings for. Part of him wanted to play matchmaker and solve that, but that was an incredibly selfish and cruel thing to do. Koji could not do that. If it broke Kyou's heart, he would be unable to forgive himself. He smiled however, and slung his bag over his shoulder.
"That's okay with me. I'll see you at lunchtime then, oh and... Thank you, for not laughing."
With that, Koji waved her goodbye, and headed off to class. Lunchtime couldn't be farther away this day. Geography was next on the list. Mercifully he did not have any homework for this particular subject. It was going to be a long morning.
Koji blinked misty-eyed, as his teacher continued explaining key geographical features of the French Alps. Geography wasn't particularly exciting on a good day. Most found it an excuse to slack off. He took a look around the room. Ryou Fujibayashi was awake. She wouldn't be the class representative by being lazy. He yawned, paying the price for staying up late, checking, double-checking, then triple-checking every minute detail meticulously. In hindsight it was a little silly to be so obsessive about perfection. In fact, it was very silly. Koji, at this point was highy doubting that Kyou would've cared if it was just a simple handwritten note, and not the finest calligraphy, written in gold ink, on expensive paper. He buried his weary head in his arms, trying to muster up the energy to keep himself awake. He was fighting a loosing battle. Skipping breakfast had cost him dearly, and the fatigue footsoldiers had marched past his defences and lay seige to his wakened state. It was an impossible task. Slowly, but surely, the final push of the sleep-enducing army arrived. His head slumped sideways, and Koji fell asleep. Shortly thereafter, he was woken by the loud chirping of birds, as they took wing from a nearby tree. The tree seemed far too close, as did the birds. Koji's eyes rocketed open, revealing unto him, something that was not his classroom.
"It's summer? But... It can't be."
As far as the young high schooler Kojiro Otomo was concerned, it was cold. Freezing. The wind nipped at the ears, lashed at the body, even under many layers. But no. Not here. Not under this warming glow of a summer sun that previously felt decades away. Though the trees provided ample shade, the leaf-shaped beams of sunlight penetrating the thick cover of foliage warmed his body. As far as he could tell he was sitting, with branches streaking out above his line of sight. Had wondered if he had been sleeping, for he was yawning. He stretched his arm, and felt something slide down his shoulder slightly, brushing the skin of his upper arm. Soft. Smooth. It felt like hair. Drifting his sleepy gaze over, he spotted, sleeping against the same tree he assumed he was sleeping against, none other than Kyou. Normally, he would've jumped out of his skin upon beholding such a sight. Something was different. He felt... Calm. Relaxed. She was leaning against his shoulder, breathing gently. Koji smiled and shut his eyes.
Koji, after several minutes opened them again. His own blues, met with two half-opened violet ones. Kyou, stirring, yawned, and then spoke to him. It didn't sound like Kyou at all, which struck Koji as odd. Very odd.
"Are you still asleep?"
"Huh?"
"Are you still asleep?"
Kyou began to shake him gently. Koji was confused. Then, suddenly, he snapped out of it. He was... In class. Awoken by a classmate. He had fallen asleep during class. It was just a dream. Koji didn't seem disappointed at waking up from such a dream. Kyou looked adorable, lit perfectly by the sunlight. Koji mused to himself, after thanking the one who had woken him up, who left in a hurry to catch lunch. The dream was very welcome. It showed him a possible future. One that he would work very hard to try and achieve.
"One day. Once you know each other better." He whispered to himself, rubbing his recently-woken eyes.
His gaze travelled across the class. To Tomoya's seat. His rival for Kyou's affections. He had figured that he, being a long-time friend of Kyou's, was the "other guy" she liked. His heart wished that if Tomoya and Kyou started dating, that he would make her happy. His head, however screamed at the seat, and it's unseen owner in a fit of jealousy, hoping, praying to whatever benevolent deity resided out in the great cosmos, that Kyou's feelings would not be returned by Okazaki. Often did he chastise himself for thinking such horrible, selfish things. He did not want to make himself Tomoya's enemy. He would much rather be a friend to him than a bitter rival. Then. He checked the time. Lunch. Kyou! The day's events flooded back to him. He was to join Kyou, her sister, also his class rep, and another girl for lunch. Was he late? No. He could make it if he ran, and ran he did, narrowly avoiding a teacher in the process, nearly flying across the ground, he dove into his schoolbag, and produced a plain white bento box. He had kept it simple, given that he had next to no time to waste in his early morning rush. Slightly salted catfish left over from the previous night, and as many boiled vegetables as he could pack into the remaining space. Tossing his bag towards a nearby tree, which he would collect later, he slowed his pace down, and began walking, briskly towards where they had agreed to eat lunch. Catching his breath, Koji approached.
"I'm sorry I'm late! I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He said, announcing his presence, as he neared. One thing that set the two twins apart was their personality. Another was their hair, though, admittedly, if Kyou had her hair sheared short like Ryou's they would look even more alike. However, and as many no doubt would have noticed, like Koji did, was their eyes. Where Ryou had bright blue eyes, Kyou's were a violet color. It was incredibly rare for someone to be born with such an eye coloration, but to Koji, it was just another unique trait Kyou possessed that seemed to set her apart from other girls, and not just her sister. Thoughts drifted to his own eyes. One was blue, though of a darker shade than Ryou's, whilst the other was a cloudy, powder blue. Often confused for a form of heterochromia, Koji was very conscientious of his very near-sighted eye, stemming from the genetic condition he was born with. Congenital amaurosis, originating with his great-grandfather, though the trait seemed to affect generations differently. Whilst his grandfather was completely blind in his affected eye, Koji was merely near-sighted. It was inconventiant, but treatable with vitamin suppliments. He did not like it very much when people, talking to him struggled to focus on a particular eye. It made him uneasy, but he felt at ease about it, less aware of it when he spoke to Kyou earlier. Was it simply infatuation taking over? Koji did not know if it was mere infatuation or not. What he did know however, was that he was very hungry, and had most likely kept them waiting.
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