| Fan Fiction |
by MidoriMayu & Ting.
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I flipped over the last page of the book and signed in relief. I've been sitting on the chair, staying in this room for the past few hours, doing piles of homework. And I mean piles. Oh, why the sudden increase of homework? Because the teachers were on a bad mood and teachers in bad mood equals to piles of homework. And that was their way of expressing anger, because it requires little effort. Smart asses teachers use their smartness at the wrong place and wrong time. Especially Mr Kenny. Ugh, I wish that I could send him to the deepest level of hell and burn him in the fire of torture. He added to my pile! Screw him.
Aish, teachers these days.
My bones felt stiff and hard. Wait, they are stiff and hard. Oh, but you get what I mean. I stood up.
Wince.
Instantly, my muscles screamed. My legs became jelly and I fell back.
Wince, again.
My butt made contact with the carpeted floor. (Thank God!) And my muscles screamed more. But it can't. Because my butt is numb from sitting down for so long, I can't feel a thing, it's like its flatten. My upper arms were sore for staying at the same position. My legs were numb too. My back is sore for slouching for so long. I exhaled a signed. I can't move, I'm too lazy too move. oh, wondering why I'm on the floor? When I stood up, the force from my legs made the chair roll back, yes, my chair can roll. When I fell back, I missed the chair. How did I get so clumsy? I pouted to myself and kicked the table legs.
Aish, winces.
A hard cover book hit me on the head when I kicked the table. Ouch! I rubbed the spot when it got hit. I looked for the book, picked it up and threw it to the door. At that instant, the door swung open, hitting the person on the stomach.
"Ow ..." the person groan. Because I'm on the floor and the room is dark. I can't make out who he/she was until he/she made the noice.
"Yamada Ryosuke! Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry!" I ran to him. Ouch, ouch, ouch! I grimaced inwardly. He was clutching his stomach, a look of pain on his face. Ohmygod, I just remembered I hit him on the same spot that afternoon!
"Be careful where you throw a book!" he yelled at me. I stared blankly at him, than I yelled back.
"Well, knock before you enter!" He rolled his eyes.
"I did, little sis. Only, you didn't hear. What were you doing anyway? Wait, don't tell me. I don't wanna know." he said. I glared.
"What. Do. You. Want. " I said through gritted teeth. I didn't know why, but I sense sarcasm in that sentence.
"Oh, mum and dad told me to tell you that they are going out for tonight. Dinner is by the microwave." with that, he turned and entered his room. I stood there and gawked at the closed door. Until my muscles protest. Than, my stomach vibrated, a rumbling sound followed. Oh, I was hungry. I blinked and went to the kitchen.
I heated up dinner and eat it in a flash. I have to do something before I forget. I went back to my room and packed my stuff. Downstairs, an egg was boiling. I took out and handkercheif and went downstairs again. The egg was boiled. I took out the egg.
"Ouch, ouch. Hot, hot." I whispered to myself. I put the hard boiled egg on the handkerchief and wrapped it up. I carried the egg upstairs and knock on the door. The door opposite mine.
Knock. Knock.
No answer. I tried again.
Knock. Knock.
No reply. Okay, here goes. I twisted the knob and went in. The sight shocked me. He was standing my his closet, half naked.His shirt was no where to be seen. He turned to me and widened his eyes. I blinked rapidly and stared at the scene in front of me.
"Get out!" he screamed. I snapped and rushed out, closing the door behind me, before I notice a big, ugly and black bruise on his stomach. But that was at the back on my mind right now. I leaned against the door, the scene playing in front of me. My heart thudded loudly at my chest, threatening to jumped out. I placed a hand over my face. Warm. Hot. I'm betting that its red too. I heard my pluse beating rapidly against my ears. What just happened? I don't know. I just know that I'm getting out of breath. So I breath in. And out. Inhale, exhale. I leanded I looked at the handkercheif and stared at it for a while, not knowing why I was here for.
1 sec.
2 sec.
Oh! The big black bruise on the stomach. The hot egg. It was meant for the bruise. Hey! I was right. There was a bruise. Smiles~! I'm a genius. Temporary putting the awkard scene at the back of my head, I knock on the door.
"Come in." a muffled voice said. I opened the door and he was in cloth, laying on his bed, a pillow over his face. He wanted to avoided eye contact with me.
"Hey .... Erm ... I ... I'm sorry about just now." I stammered. I STAMMERED! Ohmy, I must've sound weird.
"Hmm ..." was all he said. Huh?
"Anyway, I'm sorry about just now, the book acident and the kicking one." I said again. This time, I took a seat beside him. Once again, he didn't turn,
"Hmm ..." was all he said again. Hey! I'm talking here! Apologising! Can't you at least say something and look at my direction?
"Look at me, I mean it." I said again. His reply was the same, except, he didn't turn. I rolled my eyes and signed. I used my hands and turned his face, facing me. He blinked, than brushed my hadns away.
"Hey! What was that for?" he yelled. Ouch, my ear.
"I'm talking here! Did you catch what I just said?" I asked, impatient.
"Yes, you apologised, and I accepted. Get out now!" he said again. I thrust him the egg. He caught it, a blank look on his face. I got up.
"What's this for?" he asked. I rolled my eyes, again.
"Your bruise. I saw it just now. I came in to pass it to you. Just rubbed it on your bruise. It'll get better." I said, gald that my back was against him. He couldn't see the blush I had on my face. I sensed him smiled as I walked out of the room and closed the door. Before the door fully closed, I heard a soft " thank you"
That, made me smile.
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The sun was bright that day. I stood at the middle of the grassy plains, in the middle of nowhere. Not that I mind. The summer breeze made my hair flew behind me as I laughed at something behind me.
"Hahas! Come on! You can do better than that!" I shouted, pointing at him, laughing. He struggled and sped up. Oops! I turned and ran faster. Lucky I had a head start.
"Aish! _________! Slow down!" he shouted at me. I laughed harder.
"You can do better than- OUCH!" I fell on the floor, him over me. Now that he was in close distance to me, I looked at his face. And Instantly, shocked ran through me. I pushed him and ran away, this relaxed and carefree dream becoming a nightmare.
The face I saw was Yamada Ryosuke's.
"Hey! _________! Wait! What's wrong?!" he shouted at me. I don't know. I didn't know why I saw running. I don't know why I'm still not awake. All I know is that I'm running away from him, the devil. Because I was too engross in running, I didn't look my way. I tripped over a stone and before I hit the floor, I jolt awake.
I sat up in reflex and breathed heavily. I stared at the door opposite of me blankly, trying to digest my surrounding. I glup and gulp, trying to relief the dryness in my throat, mouth and lips. My night was soaked.
But I don't get it. Why am I getting such a huge reaction? Why is HE in my dream? And why was he chasing me? Oh, but its all a dream, a voice said in my head and I agree. I shake the dream off and glanced at the clock.
6 A.M
Oh, school.
Ditto, I wished that today will pass by soon.
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Hello people! Ting here again.
Yes, It's been long. *takes a pail*
PLEASE DON'T BASH ME!
MidoriMayu is busy and has no inspiration.
So I'm taking over this chapter.
=)
Hoped you like it. I shall'nt babble anymore.
Comment please!