UNexpected [Yamashi fanfic] : Chapter 11
Title: UNexpected
Author: beyond_limits13
Pairing: YamaShi
Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff
Summary: "The best solutions are often simple, yet unexpected." -- Julian Casablancas
She was everything he NEVER expected. And there was not even a single warning that someone like her would come bumping into his overly complicated life and change everything he have been expecting.
She's simple yet she unexpectedly fits perfectly with his complexly -crazy- life.
She was simple, yet unexpected... And she's the perfect cure, the best solution for him.
CHAPTER 11
Hiragawa Makino's POV:
Wow~ Did I just see that happen right in front of my eyes?! I was actually smirking non-stop then. I couldn't believe someone left Kimura Akane just like that, infront of so many people. Now she'll go balistic. No one resists Kimura Akane's charm, EVER. And this is the first time THAT actually happen. Okay, did I just beamed wider? Haha.
"Did he just?! And with that... Ugh! What is happening here?!" I heard her exclaim frustrated. I was about to hop away smiling when she looked at me, eyebrows meeting in anger.
"You're a great teacher, Hiragawa... Your student already knows how to flirt now. Clap~ Clap~" she spat at me, her hands raised and clapping as if to mock me.
"That's to be expected, she's one big time b**ch~ Just like her Momma." one of Akane's face-painted-christmas-tree-dressed sidekick's said.
"Oh yeah~ Now she's making that creep her apprentice, such a pair!" sidekick number two said looking down at me. She's quite tall yet so skinny, she looked nothing more than a toothpick. I stiffled a laugh with that thought, this caused Kimura and her flirt-team raise their brows at me.
"Girls, I don't want to deal with... lowly creatures. Excuse me." she said, exiting. Well, that is normal. Kimura Akane really isn't THAT bad. Her tongue might have been exported from hell but she doesn't like bullying. She just leaves after saying something... A BIT mean? I sighed.
I'm in great trouble now... I thought. Kimura might not like bullying or physically hurting people. BUT her sidekicks does, without her knowing, LOVE looking down on others and they LOVE making you feel looked down on. They on the other hand had all--their body, mind, and soul--seem like it was delivered straight from the demon king's hand himself.
When Kimura already entered the classroom, her four overly painted and colored sidekicks dragged me with them, causing the papers on my hand to fall and mess up the floor.
"You're gonna have it now, sl** princess!" said one of them.
I've been used to this since our freshmen year that I don't feel anything at all when they hurt me. Besides, some of what they're saying are actually true anyway.
I didn't know when we got there, but when they pushed me down on the ground I figured we were already at the back of the school building. Away from the eyes of many.
I sighed and stood up, I looked at the four girls standing in front of me with their eyes narrowing on my whole being, their lips curved in a mischievous grin, and their knuckles cracking as if getting ready to hit me. After dragging my eyes to look at each one of them, I breathed in and closed my eyes.
I am used to this. It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt at all.
I am used to this. It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt at all.
I am used to this. It wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt at all.
I kept on repeating those words on my mind, awaiting their hands that'll touch my face in a strong impact like how it had always been.
"Look, she's ready~" said one girl in a sing-song voice.
"Let me go first!" said another, I could even hear her footsteps as she closed in on me.
*SLAP*
I felt my body fall down on the dirt, face throbbing, and ears ringing. It wouldn't hurt. It doesn't hurt. I kept saying again and again in my mind. I was pulled up and I just followed on without even opening my eyes.
"Oh, she's not crying like she used to~ Did you get used to it already, little wh**e?"
*SLAP*
It wouldn't hurt. It doesn't hurt.
And I felt my lips curve in a smile. IT HURTS, I JUST SHOULDN'T ADMIT THAT. It was painful, it hurts so bad but I have to get use to it. I had to or it would hurt even more.
*SLAP*
"You are such a wh**e! You and your Mom! You should be thankful we're not throwing stones at you!"
"Home wrecker!" another slap, this time I felt my lip bleed.
It wouldn't hurt. It doesn't hurt.
Voices kept ringing in my ears, voices I kept hearing even before these people knew me. Voices I wish I can erase from my memories.
"You wh**e! Home wrecker! You ruined my family!" a woman in her late twenties yelled while pointing her finger at the woman standing beside me.
I was six then. I was six when I knew that my family isn't actually mine at all. I was borrowing someone else's father, and when I finally learned about it, it was already so painful to give him back.
I looked at the woman who was almost kneeling, calling onto the man who was holding the other woman in his arms. My mother. She was begging the man, who I have known as MY father, to stay. God, how I wanted to hold my Mom and tell her to stop crying at that time...
"You've become tougher, little wh**e! You don't cry anymore, huh?" the flashback stopped when I felt my hair being pulled.
It wouldn't hurt. It doesn't hurt.
My eyes were still closed and I was still waiting the next beating when someone yelled,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
I felt the girl's grip on me loosen and I heard them curse under their breath before running away and leaving me.
I couldn't even open my eyes even when they were gone, I was scared to see the bruise and blood their beatings may have caused. Seeing my wounds would cause me to feel the pain and might even make me cry.
"Hey, are you okay?" I heard the voice again, this time it sounded a lot closer. I felt an arm slide through my shoulders, supporting my trembling body.
"Hey!" I heard it again, it was full of worry and concern. I smiled before answering,
"I'm used to it... It... It doesn't hurt..." and with that, I felt my body fall in that person's arms and then all halted.
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Hiragawa Makino's POV :
I woke up with my body feeling sore and beaten. My head was aching and my face was throbbing.
"Ugh. Heck."
I just remembered that I had another come-on-beat-me-up session with the flirt--AND EVIL--team, Kimura Akane's sidekicks.
"It doesn't--"
"I know it hurts..." that voice again, my eyes blinked twice or thrice before searching the room for whoever that voice came from.
"Here, drink this... It'll soothe your senses..."
Lee Yuki.
He came to me and handed me a cup of a very aromatic tea. Jasmine tea. He assisted me so that I'll be able to drink some. After that he took the cup from my hands and I just found myself smiling at him. Though I stopped immediately after feeling the sting on my lips,
"Ahhh~ let's fix that." he got something from his uniform's coat pocket, it looked like an ointment of some sort, then he searched the medicine trolley for something,
"The nurse left for a while and I volunteered to stay with you and look out for you..." he said, still searching. He came back on bedside after grabbing hold of a cotton applicator.
He was gently applying ointment on the cut on my lips when he looked at me and smiled sweetly.
"Good thing I passed by and saw you, or else it would have been worse..."
"Thanks..." I said softly. Lee Yuki is really gentle, with the way he applied the medicine, with the way he speak, and with the way he smiles.
Pity he might just threat me like everybody else when he finds out my real story.
"I really don't know what happened but those girls... They're awful! They shouldn't have hurt you..." he said after putting on the medicine. He looked at me with eyes so kind, then he touched my face as gently as possible. His thumb following the contours of my face, as if wanting to heal it of all the bruises and cuts.
"Hey... Do you want to know my secret?" this caused him to stare at me in question,
"The reason why everybody calls me names and why they hate me so much is because..." I paused and swallowed, clearing my throat.
"My mother's a prostitute and I'm the Vice Principal's illegitimate daughter..."
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Meet Hiragawa Makino... learn her story, know her pain.
Well, I just did a chapter for her since a lot had been asking about her story too. So, here you are~ I hope you'll like this chapter too!
I'd be waiting for the comments, votes, and suggestions ne~ Arigatou! ^_^