It's a short story. ---- The snow fell from the sky and landed on my nose gently. I grabbed him by the trenchcoat and burried my face in his chest, mumbling to myself. "Please don't go... Please don't go... I'll do stupid things if you do..." The feeling of sorrow and remorse ate away at my pride and dignity and I choked on my own pitiful tears when his arm was secured around my waist. I could feel his intense stare looking down at me. I was beneath him. "..." Two fingers lifted my chin up forcefully and our eyes locked, the tension between us getting stronger, and the silence beginning to go awkward. The background noises of shuffling and people walking, the drops of tears from close ones, and the rapid talking was behind us, and I could only focus on those eyes of his. They were emotionless and dull, piercing my heart. A month ago, they were warm and inviting. They were something I looked forward to when I was taking a test at school. Something I wanted to see when I came back home. Something to distract me from my worries and stress. Something... That'll keep me safe and happy inside. Now? I'm being judged by these very eyes, being deciphered if I was worthy to be of his... consort. The answer was obvious, wasn't it? A tear trickled down my throat, the warm liquid sliding down my sticky flesh, causing me to hiccup once more from the shock. Lips were placed on my forehead and a gentle hand stroked it away, and the arm that once secured my waist let go. It was now behind me, the hand stroking my hair, trying to calm my nerves. "I have to go..." The feeling of warmth was gone and the immediate loss of it made me bawl. Through my watery tears, I could see him grabbing his belongings and stepping on the train, not bothering to take a look at me. Why would he? I wanted to move, to tell him I loved him, to tell him I still do. But... I was stuck on the ground, paralyzed and immobilized, not moving at all. I wanted to reach my arm out and feel his hand, grasping it and putting it on my cheek, feeling his fingers graze my face. All I could do, however, was just look at him, the blurred scene dissolving as I wiped away the tears with my sleeve. The train sped away and I was then blocked by a crowd of people, talking into their phones and speaking languages I didn't understand. Recovering from the depression, I sulked, taking small steps back to the taxi. ---- *flashback* "Driver! Please, please, faster! My-" What should I call him exactly? My lover? My boyfriend? My friend? Nothing came out of my mouth. I only glanced at the driver who kept a solemn and annoyed face, and I sunk back into my chair, devoid of emotions as I thought about him. He was about to depart for France, and I hadn't confessed my feelings for him yet. The taxi stopped abruptly and I quickly paid for the ride, not bothering to keep the change. I sped out of the vehicle, running into the station, frantically calling for him. His fuschia hair was spotted immediately and I rushed to him, about to confess before I realized it was someone else. "Sorry- I was looking for my friend and-" But before I could finish my excuse, the clock chimed twelve and I rushed to platform five. His luggage was there, on the cement floor, and he was looking straight at a column, bored. "HEY!" ---- *flashback ends* That was the end of my short meeting with him, right before he glared at me, his eyes full of hatred. I knew what it meant. I had betrayed his trust. The hands were numb as I sat in the taxi, my breathing ragged as I told the driver politely to take me back home. I stared straight at the rode, my eyes not blinking as I felt my face heat up from both the sorrow and the guilt. "I love you." Those were the words I said behind my scarf. ---- It'll be fore about five chapters, longer, hopefully.
I'll tell you what it says lmao. Name: Haruhi Age: 14 Height: 5"2 Quote: "I Like Pie." Color: Fuschia What's Itachi's Hair Color?: IT'S FUSCHIA. Name: Itachi Age: 17(?!) Height: 6"2 Quote: "I Likez Bewbz." Color: Magenta What's Your Ha-: IT'S MAGENTA GOD DAMNIT. ---- Lmao.
Lmao. Haruhi's hair is black. They always bicker about Itachi's hair color. It's actually both magenta AND fuschia. A mix of it lmao. ---- More snow greeted me, and I hid behind the scarf, letting silent tears fall down my cheek. He's gone. A familiar noise rang from the bell and I stood there, waiting for somebody to appear. My father did, and he wrapped me in his arms, letting me cry. "H-h-he l-l-l-left-" "Haruhi..." I removed myself from my father and ran back inside the house, slamming my bedroom door shut and locking it. I ignored the obstreprous screams from my stepmother and the boisterous noises coming from my brother's room. I crawled back to my bed pitifully, weeping on the pillow and begged for God to take mercy on me. ... "Please... Let him come home." ----- The door flung wide open, my stepmother expecting me to turn around and look startled. Ignorant, sadistic woman. I was blank. I only stared at the wall, not blinking as I felt somebody creep up on me. "Onii-chan..." My halfbrother was rested on my torso and I felt relieved that it wasn't my stepmother trying to chew me out. "Yes, brother?" "Can you cook something for me?" ---- The smell of fresh cookies awoke me and I smiled at Kaoru. He was grinning sheepishly, hugging his stuffed alpaca and looking me in my apron. The familiar ringing of the oven alerted me and I rushed over to fetch the cookies, blowing away the heat whilst setting the tray down on the kitchen counter. The heart shaped cookies were topped with sprinkles and I mused at the look of the pink frosting. Kaoru's favorite color had always been pink... Probably because he looked at Itachi's hair and said pink all of a sudden. I frowned at the memory, trying to ignore it while I was putting the cookies in a plate for Kaoru. "Haru-chan!" I turned to my brother who was drooling, and I laughed before tossing him a cookie. He caught it in his hand and began nibbling on it, making me smile. My little brother always had a trick up his sleeve to make me forget my depressing memories. ---- "Oi! Haruhi!" I had to stop my bicycle before I fell onto the pavement, and I glared at the person calling for me. To my dismay, it was the exchange student from America. "Yes, Thomas?" "Can we walk to school together?" The grin plastered on his face made me feel guilty. Why? Because if I rejected him I felt as if he'd begin crying. Not to mention, mt stepmother would come out and yell at me for making a handsome boy cry. "Sure Tom. Why not?" I didn't bother to stick on the honorific. He was my bestfriend after all... A replacement for Itachi. ---- School was mundane and mediocre. News spread about Itachi leaving for France and I sunk into my seat even more. "Hey! Isn't that his girlfriend, Haruhi? She's pretty hot! What a shame he totally ditched her for some prettier french hottie in-" "Will you shut up?!" I stood up from my seat and glared at the group of people talking. The student council, no doubt. "Why? Pissed that Itachi left you-" I punched the one talking in his face. I was shaking, and I didn't care about Thomas's worried gaze nor did I give a shit about the students looking at me. Instead of him talking, his girlfriend backed him up. "So? What the hell is your problem! You're not even hot! Of course Itachi would totally find a better girl than you. Shame he didn't choose me-" I slapped her. "The hell is wrong with you?! If not your money, your egos made you part of the student council! Get a life! Nobody cares about the outside of someone, it's the inside! And guess what?! YOU'RE ALL HOLLOW, YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN EMPTY SHELL." Another punch was about to be delivered until Thomas and another teacher grabbed me by the arms. "Tamayaki! Detention! Student council, detention!" The student council groaned while I just stared down at the floor. "Itachi wouldn't do that." And a few seconds later, tears began falling off my pitiful face. ----