Showing posts with label chapter 6. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chapter 6. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Playing the Secret's Game - Original - Series [Chapter 06]


After an unceremonious Sunday, Monday rolled around. The bell rang and clusters of students crowd the school building, trying to get to class.


Aaralynn stood by her locker and waited for Karista to arrive. 

"Aaralynn!" 

Aaralynn turned around instinctively after hearing her name called out. It was Noel. Aaralynn's seat mate during art class.

"Noel, what's up?" Aaralynn asked.

"Um..." Noel started and started rubbing the back of his neck. 

Aaralynn waited patiently.

"Doyouwanttogoforadate?" Noel asked quickly and turned crimson red.

"What?" Aaralynn asked. Noel started stammering. Aaralynn giggled and waited for Noel to repeat himself. Noel took a deep breath and asked again, slowly.

"Aaralynn," Noel looked at Aaralynn seriously, "Do you want to go for a date?" 

"Oh... Um..." Aaralynn was taken aback, not knowing what to say and afraid to hurt Noel's feelings by rejecting.

"YESS!"

Both Aaralynn and Noel faced the source of the voice. Karista was standing behind them, eyes gleaming and hands clasped together.

"Yes, of course she will!" 

"Karista?" Aaralynn asked and motioned Karista for a private talk. Karista got it and they turned away from Noel and spoke in hushed whispers.

"I don't want to," Aaralynn told Karista straight to the point.

"Why? Is it because you still have feelings for the Faber creep?" Karista said accusingly.

"Don't call him the Faber creep! He's a nice guy!" Aaralynn said defensively, raising her voice a little. Karista shushed her.

"I knew it!" Karista said. "Aaralynn, go out with Noel, he's a perfectly nice guy and he's normal! Plus, he'll help you forget Faber. It's better for you that way. Trust me?"

Aaralynn looked hesitant.

"Okay," Karista said, "what if I put it this way? I've said yes to Noel for you and he looked really happy and is very excited about going out with you, that you don't want to crush his spirits do you?"

Aaralynn just looked at Karista. Karista stared back.

"You know I can't say no when you put it that way."

"I know; that's why I did it. Your kindness is your weakness, Ari."

Aaralynn sighed and nodded and they turned back to face a confuse-looking Noel. 

"Yes, Noel. I'd like to go out with you on a date," Aaralynn told Noel. Noel beamed.

"Great! I'll text you the time and place!" Noel said cheerfully. Aaralynn just nodded. Not noticing her discomfort, Noel bounded away with a huge grin.

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It was a Wednesday and halfway through the week, and Aaralynn still hadn't heard from Noel or even seen him. Secretly, she hoped Noel didn't really mean to ask her out because it would be awkward because she like Asche. Not Noel, Asche!

But on the other hand, she felt kind of glum by being stood up. Maybe Noel didn't mean to stand her up and was busy, but she can't help but think that way. After all, it's halfway through the week and Noel hadn't even contacted her like he promised.

She also hasn’t seen Asche either. Not since that last weekend during the burglary. The picture she painted of Asche was hanging on her bedroom wall. Fortunately, since it was Wednesday, she would spend two hours at Boring Hudson's Advanced Algebra class with Asche sitting next to her.

This thought quickly cheered her up and she quickly makes her way to the Advanced Algebra class skipping a little along the way.

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"Asche..."

Asche could hear a distant sweet voice calling out his name in a soft whisper.

"Asche..." The voice called again, still softly. He was sleeping underneath a tree by the lake again, enjoying the soft breeze and the gentle warm caress of the sunlight. The voice called out again, never losing patience at his non-responsive attitude.

It reminded him of his dead mother that always accepted him and smile at him no matter how hard it is. The voice keeps calling and Asche found it harder to stay awake. Slowly, he drifts off to the sleep just as a soft warm hand started stroking his hair.

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Aaralynn sat next to Asche and caresses his head lovingly. When she found out Asche ditched Advance Algebra, she quickly excused herself from class to visit the nurse. But instead of turning the corner to the nurse's office, she turned the corner before that to the back exit door. She knew it lead to the lake that Asche always sleep at and for some reason; she knew he would be there.

True enough, Asche was there, head against the tree trunk lolling to the side, asleep.

"Asche," she had called out and no reply came. "Asche," she called again and again, softly as if scared to wake him up.

Then she sat next to him and strokes his hair and slowly her hands began to caress his sleeping face. Her fingers trailed to his lips and stayed there. Aaralynn stared at his lips longingly. She thought about kissing him, but decided against it. If it's a kiss, it should be mutual. She said to herself and laid her head on his shoulder instead. Not long after, she fell asleep too.

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RIIINNNGGGGG!!!!!! The lunch bell yelled and a flurry of activity followed after. Rubbing his forehead, Asche woke up because of the loud noises. Then he yawned. A heavy weight was set on his left shoulder and Asche looked down to find out what it could be. His heart nearly stopped.

There was Aaralynn sleeping on his shoulder and gleamed in sunlight that Asche can't tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight. He reached his hand out towards her face and using the back of his fingers, stroke Aaralynn's cheek.

"Allie..." He breathed. Then he casually brushed a strand of hair and tucks it behind her ear. His hands stayed there, cupping her cheeks. Closing his eyes, he slowly leaned down to Aaralynn, totally forgetting he's supposed to stay away and stifle his feelings for her. 

"Asche?"

Asche quickly pulled back and landed a meter away. He looked at Aaralynn and she was rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Asche?" She asked again, and yawns.

"Y-yes?" Flustered, embarrassed and looking red in the face, Asche quickly stood up and was ready to leave anytime.

Aaralynn tried to stand up too, but apparently, the sleepiness is not totally gone. She stumbled a little and trip. 

"Aaarrrgghhh!" Aaralynn screamed. Thump! She hit the floor and brought Asche down with her. Her fall was comforted by his body, as she fell down face first into his chest. But Asche wasn't so lucky. He fell ass first into the hard floor and hit his head against a root.

"Ouch..." Aaralynn grumbled and tried to stand up.

"Don't move!!" Asche ordered, but it was too late. Before they knew it, both of them has fallen into the lake, drenched wet.

Asche picked himself up from the muddy bottom. Thank goodness it's shallow. When he is finally able to sit up and wash the mud off his face, Aaralynn playfully splashed him. She giggled happily. 

Asche grumbled and look at Aaralynn annoyingly. Then, for revenge, Asche splashed Aaralynn back. Aaralynn screamed, giggled and splashed Asche back. Shielding himself from the incoming splash, Asche wasn't prepared when Aaralynn launched herself, arms wide open on Asche.

"Wha..?" Asche was about to say when Aaralynn brought both of them down on the cold water. Asche used his arms to stop both of them to hit the bottom again. Giggling uncontrollably, Aaralynn hugged Asche tight.

"I love you, Asche..." Aaralynn whispered quietly, but loud enough that Asche heard. Asche couldn't believe his ears. 

"W-what?" Asche muttered.

"What what?" Aaralynn asked innocently. Asche shook his head and then pushed Aaralynn away from him. He stood up and walks away, leaving Aaralynn staring longingly at his retreating back.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Only Obsession - Prince of Tennis - Series [Chapter 06]



"Ne, Oshitari-san, where are you going to sleep tonight?" I asked him while I was lying around in his bed. He has loads of pillows for some reason. At least it keeps me comfortable and warm. He was still busy with something on his computer, so he was still in the room. He swiveled himself in his chair again to face me.

"One of the guest rooms," he said. I frowned and sat up, hugging propping my head on one of those huge pillows he owns.

"I don't feel comfortable with you doing that though. I still don't see why you won't let me sleep in the guest room instead."

"How can I make you sleep in the guest room?" he said and turned back to his computer. What was so important that he was on it all night? I crawled my way across the bed towards him and quietly walked behind him, bending down to look past his shoulders. He was reading an e-book on his pdf software. Tch, how boring.

"What are you reading?" I asked. He jumped, startled before turning his head.

"Since when did you get here?" he asked and pushed his glasses. I stood up straight and shrugged, waiting for him to answer.

"It's Forbidden, by Tabitha Suzuma."

"Oh? What is it about? Sounds sort of cool."

"It's about this set of siblings who had an alcoholic mother. That's why they are really close and eventually fell in love with each other," he patiently explained.

"Oh, it's just one of your romance crap again isn't it?" She said, feeling a bit disgusted at the plot. She wasn't a hater of anything, but still… incest? Really?

"Romance cr-! Izumu-chan! Do you know what the authors are trying to get through to the readers when they're writing the plot? It's a very deep and very emotional passion that everyone should know the basic of. Romance novels are not like any other novels out there. The heart of a romantic is just too-,"

"Okay, okay… Stop! Stop! I am sorry, it just doesn't seem that interesting to me." I rolled my eyes and threw myself on the bed again. "Ne, Oshitari-san?"

"Hm?"

"What did Atobe-san talked about with you?" I was curious. I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help and wonder. I didn't have the courage to reply and forgive him for everything yet.

"Do you wanna know?" he teased and I could hear the chair swivel again. I turned around and propped my head on a couple of pillow to face him.

"Just tell me," I demanded. He leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms, before leaning forward and got up, walking over to the bed. The bed creaked under his weight as he sat on it. I turned to my side to face him once again. "Well?"

"Izumu, tell me honestly. Do you really not feel a thing for Atobe?"

"That wasn't what I asked," I scowled.

"Tell me first, and then I will tell you."

"Fine… Hmm… How do I say this?" she said, she was reluctant to share her feelings, but then again, this will be the first time she admits to anything that has to do with Atobe Keigo. "I know I shouldn't. I know I should hate him for what he does, and it is true that I haven't forgiven him yet for what happened, but… for some reason, I still miss him."

"We all know that," he said and rolled his eyes. "It's obvious."

I hit him on the arm, "Hey, it was hard for me to admit that, okay?"

"Sorry, but it was really obvious that you miss him."

"Really? Do you think he knows that?" I asked, worried.

He shrugged, "I don't know what he thinks."

"Hmm… Sometimes I want him back in my life, but I am too afraid that history will repeat itself. When I saw Izumi, the first thing that I thought was that, maybe I made a mistake. I had the past two years to enjoy life with him without Izumi and I denied that. I rejected him and told him I hated him. Now that Izumi is back, maybe he will finally stop chasing after me and spend more time with her instead," I explained, my heart sinking as the realization hits me. I didn't want to admit I was disappointed. Maybe I enjoyed all the attention he gave me since I received so few from him in the past. It was nice while it lasted. Now maybe I had to let go of that feeling.

Oshitari-san leaned closer to me and brushed one of his fingers on my cheek. I didn't realize they were wet. Since when did I start crying? Now that I realized I was crying, it wouldn't stop. I wiped away tear after tear in the vain attempt of making it stop.

For the second time that day, I cried in his arms, and eventually fell asleep.



"Look at her, that's the girl."

"What's so special about her?"

"She doesn't deserve all the attention."

Izumu walked down the hallway, feeling something heavy pressed against her chest, trying desperately and in vain to shut out the people pointing at her. A whole week has passed since she had told Keigo she hated him.

"What does Atobe-sama sees in her?"

"Is she really the girl Atobe-sama is after?"

Izumu wanted to yell at them to shut up, Atobe again. Atobe again. Everything is about him isn't it? She is worthless without him, and she is worthless with him.

The tears were threatening to surface and spill and she hurried her steps, wishing the whispers will go away. She was so sick of everything that has to do with Atobe Keigo. Her whole life turned 180 degrees when he came back into her life.

She was stopped by three girls in the middle of the hallway.

"Ishiki Izumu," the middle one said. She seemed to be the leader, because hey! She was standing in the middle and slightly more forward than the other two. Izumu glanced at the other students around her. All of them were laughing at her pathetic state and happy to see her being confronted and mocked.

"Yes?" Izumu asked voice timid and shaking. She hated how she sounded. It makes her seem weaker than she really is and it seems to boost the confidence of the people around who were mocking her. Then with a sudden splash, she felt ice cold water envelop her from head to toe. She blinked in surprise and wiped some off her face.

"What a fitting sight for someone like you," the girls scoffed at her and walked past her. She can hear people around her laughing. Would it be bad if she cried in front of everybody now? Because the tears are so close to spilling.

A hand closed her eyes and a strong arm encircled her waist, hugging her from the back. "Feel free to cry, I am here," he whispered into her ear.

"Oshitari-san…" she sobbed and turned around, hugging him. She's wetting him too and she knows it, but she couldn't stop herself. He felt so warm and she was so cold.

"What happened here?" someone demanded and she just had to peek over Oshitari to see who was asking. Atobe Keigo. That's right. He's the reason why all this happened in the first place anyway. She sent a glare towards his direction. "Izumu, what happened to you!?" He panicked and rushed over to Oshitari and Izumu.

"THIS IS YOUR ENTIRE FAULT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" she yelled and ran away. Atobe was rooted on the spot, trying to figure out what just happened. He was about to go after her, but Oshitari was one step faster.

"Wait!" Oshitari yelled at Izumu to stop. He pulled on her wrist and made her stop.

"I hate you, Atobe Keigo…" she sobbed out and sunk to the floor, not caring anymore who was watching or if she's going to catch a cold in the chilly spring air.



I woke up sweating and panting. That was a dream I would rather forget, but of course, every detail was etched clearly in my brain. After all, it's a real memory that found its way into my sleep. What was I thinking telling Oshitari-san I missed Atobe Keigo. He brings me nothing but misery and mockery. How could I miss him?

I rolled to my side and came face to face with Oshitari-san's sleeping face. For some reason, his body was really close to mine and I could feel the warmth emanating from his body. I like how he is so warm and how he can dispel all the bad memories of Keigo-kun in me. I looked down at my hand and noticed my fingers entwined with his and it felt good. I smiled and held on tighter, not wishing for it to end.

I never saw him this close up, so it was really hard not to notice how nice Oshitari-san's jaw line is. I lifted my free hand and trailed his face slowly. His skin was smooth and my fingertips were tingling where I touched him.

"Nnnnggg….." I quickly pulled my hand away from his way and pretended to still be asleep. He was shuffling beside me and then everything went still again. I opened one eye to see that he only moved from his side to his back and sighed in relief. I edged closer to him, and tried going back to sleep for the third time that day, feeling more at ease than ever.



Oshitari reached out for the alarm clock in his bedside table at his half-asleep state. It was six in the morning. He rolled around in bed and felt a body beside his. His eyes quickly fluttered open and he was almost surprised to see Izumu there.

Almost.

He remembered that the night before, after Izumu had cried herself to sleep again, she had refused to let go of him and he was forced to wait until she is willing to let go of her hand, but ended up sleeping instead. He groped for the unnecessary-but-it-makes-him-cooler-so-he's-gonna-wear-it-anyway glasses on his overcrowded bedside table and put it on before turning back to Izumu.

He knew he was infatuated with her the moment he met her three years ago, but never expected the feelings to overflow like this. He knew this was wrong. That she belonged to Atobe and that her heart belonged to Atobe too no matter how much she denies it. That's why he made it a point never to let her know of how he feels. Because no matter how much he loves her, Atobe was his friend, captain, teammate, and comrade and there are certain lines that were never meant to be crossed.

He knew it was selfish of him to think that he was the better choice for her. That he deserved her more than Atobe ever would. That she will be much happier with him than with Atobe. How many times had that been proven anyway? She was always crying and is drowned in misery because of him, but Oshitari was always the one there to pick her back up and both he and Atobe knew that.

Heck, he was even sure Atobe knew how he felt towards her. But still, Atobe still entrusted her to him and believed that he will guarantee that no harm will come to Izumu.

That why, for him, he decided to label himself as Atobe's so called "spy" as to remind him of his position and role at all times as not to do something inappropriate. But at time like this, when she was so close, so calm, so peaceful, so defenseless and so within his reach, it was getting pretty hard to control himself from just claiming her as his once and for all.

"Izumu…" he whispered her name, full of love and affection. "Izumu… I love you…"

He extended a hand towards her and gently touched her soft dark blue hair that was so close to his colour of hair too. He was glad they shared that similarity. In a world where they are so different to each other, he was glad that they still shared a trait no matter how petty it was as proof of their bond to each other.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, lingering just a bit too long, and gripping her hand harder in his.

"I wish you could be mine."