Hatsukoi (Prolog)
written by Yuuta/BeautifulWhite_
Yamada Ryosuke / Chinen Yuri feat. Morimoto Ryutaro
Genre: Romance, School-life | Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
I disclaim all the characters. I only own the plot.
Prolog
The rooftop had always been the latest place anyone wanted to be. You need to go to the farthest stairway, which in exchange brought you to the darkest and creepiest corner of the school. No one fancied the corridor. They opted to take another route although it slightly longer. As long as they put enough distance from the most deserted place in the school. Rumors said that one day in the past, there was a girl committed suicide by cutting her wrist. Her body was found sprawled on the floor, in the said corridor.
There had been at least an advantage for being a transfer student. As cold and ignorant to the rumors as Morimoto Ryutaro could be, the darkness of the corridor finally met the light. The tall figure of the boy, shoulder slumped forward while his hands rested inside his pants pocket, made its way to the stairway. The sole of his indoor shoes projected soft, echoing noises against the wall. A pair of wire-framed glasses sat on his nose. Intense boredom layered his face. Morimoto Ryutaro could careless even if the ghost chose that moment to show up --well, apparently rumors stayed rumors.
The door squeaked loudly as Ryutaro pushed it open. It was as if the door had never been opened for quite a while. He cringed at the sound. He was never into some high-pitched noise.
What laid behind the door was anything but a loom 'full-of-wild-grass-and-moss' space that even sunray couldn't wash it. The wind immediately rushed toward him, quickly followed by distant smell of flowers. Rainbow colored petals sprayed onto him like confetti. The sun was blazing proudly, reaching every spot even the furthest one. What was that dead rooftop people were talking about?
Ryutaro's eyes widened as his steps came to a halt. His dark eyes swept the pots of flowers that were set tidily like a garden. Not just a garden. The presence of the crisp blue sky, the touch of the wind, and everything else made the rooftop a sky garden. Ryutaro blinked. Rubbing his eyes fiercely, he thought he was imagining things. But the garden stayed vibrant upon him. He was not imagining things.
Still watching in awe, Ryutaro stepped closer. His foot made contact with something so fragile and thin, creating a noise. He looked down and saw an origami butterfly, dead flat. Looking around, Ryutaro saw more origami in various shapes: plane, ship, crane, even flower... lily flower.
Taking more timid steps, Ryutaro entered the garden while drinking the sight greedily. He stopped abruptly as he found a small clearing right in the center of the garden. Ryutaro could see the cemented floor of the rooftop under the overabundance of origamis. Someone was there, completely unaware of Ryutaro's presence as the small black-haired boy curled on the origami layered cemented floor, sleeping soundly. If not because of the shortness of the hair the male uniform the boy was wearing, Ryutaro would doubt any boy could have such unique beauty.
That was the first time Ryutaro felt the pain in his chest, squashing the life out of his poor heart. He thought his heart would give up beating and he died mercifully after seeing one of the angel of God. But if he had died, why did the pain linger? Little did Ryutaro understand, there was the coldest room in his heart that started to leak, allowing bit by bit warmth to enter. Morimoto Ryutaro was after all merely a bloke who didn't know what love is. That didn't help now that he thought he had found his first love.
Neither did he know, that the heart he had found was actually... uhh, off limit.
to be continued.
Yamada Ryosuke / Chinen Yuri feat. Morimoto Ryutaro
Genre: Romance, School-life | Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
I disclaim all the characters. I only own the plot.
Prolog
The rooftop had always been the latest place anyone wanted to be. You need to go to the farthest stairway, which in exchange brought you to the darkest and creepiest corner of the school. No one fancied the corridor. They opted to take another route although it slightly longer. As long as they put enough distance from the most deserted place in the school. Rumors said that one day in the past, there was a girl committed suicide by cutting her wrist. Her body was found sprawled on the floor, in the said corridor.
There had been at least an advantage for being a transfer student. As cold and ignorant to the rumors as Morimoto Ryutaro could be, the darkness of the corridor finally met the light. The tall figure of the boy, shoulder slumped forward while his hands rested inside his pants pocket, made its way to the stairway. The sole of his indoor shoes projected soft, echoing noises against the wall. A pair of wire-framed glasses sat on his nose. Intense boredom layered his face. Morimoto Ryutaro could careless even if the ghost chose that moment to show up --well, apparently rumors stayed rumors.
The door squeaked loudly as Ryutaro pushed it open. It was as if the door had never been opened for quite a while. He cringed at the sound. He was never into some high-pitched noise.
What laid behind the door was anything but a loom 'full-of-wild-grass-and-moss' space that even sunray couldn't wash it. The wind immediately rushed toward him, quickly followed by distant smell of flowers. Rainbow colored petals sprayed onto him like confetti. The sun was blazing proudly, reaching every spot even the furthest one. What was that dead rooftop people were talking about?
Ryutaro's eyes widened as his steps came to a halt. His dark eyes swept the pots of flowers that were set tidily like a garden. Not just a garden. The presence of the crisp blue sky, the touch of the wind, and everything else made the rooftop a sky garden. Ryutaro blinked. Rubbing his eyes fiercely, he thought he was imagining things. But the garden stayed vibrant upon him. He was not imagining things.
Still watching in awe, Ryutaro stepped closer. His foot made contact with something so fragile and thin, creating a noise. He looked down and saw an origami butterfly, dead flat. Looking around, Ryutaro saw more origami in various shapes: plane, ship, crane, even flower... lily flower.
Taking more timid steps, Ryutaro entered the garden while drinking the sight greedily. He stopped abruptly as he found a small clearing right in the center of the garden. Ryutaro could see the cemented floor of the rooftop under the overabundance of origamis. Someone was there, completely unaware of Ryutaro's presence as the small black-haired boy curled on the origami layered cemented floor, sleeping soundly. If not because of the shortness of the hair the male uniform the boy was wearing, Ryutaro would doubt any boy could have such unique beauty.
That was the first time Ryutaro felt the pain in his chest, squashing the life out of his poor heart. He thought his heart would give up beating and he died mercifully after seeing one of the angel of God. But if he had died, why did the pain linger? Little did Ryutaro understand, there was the coldest room in his heart that started to leak, allowing bit by bit warmth to enter. Morimoto Ryutaro was after all merely a bloke who didn't know what love is. That didn't help now that he thought he had found his first love.
Neither did he know, that the heart he had found was actually... uhh, off limit.
to be continued.