The Moment I Met You (Oneshot)
Title: The Moment I Met You
Author: melody0606
Client: Ayako
Genre(s): Angst, Tragedy
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x Kobayashi Mika(OC)
Length: Oneshot
Listing: 1/1
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Sometimes I wish you could see past your dreams, your nightmares,” She whispered, voice dragging in the air.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters within the story itself. All characters belong under their respective entertainments, however the plot and any fictional characters remain spawns of my thoughts ;)
The Moment I Met You
It had happened again, in the middle of the day no less, and the angry red cut on my knee remained as a reminder of my curse. A curl of protest gripped my heart, and I gritted my teeth to hold back the pain.
I wobbled down the hall, carefully pressing my hand against the wall as a guide. My knee felt numb from the pain, and it almost hurt to walk. The initial shock of pain had yet to vanish, and I whimpered.
I continued my short journey, relieved at the sight of the door to the nurse's office. I pulled it open and said a quick greeting before sticking my head in. It was empty.
I bit my lip in frustration, waddling further into the room and looking around for the school's nurse.
“If you're looking for Nurse Riko, she stepped out for her lunch break,” A male voice said.
I jumped in surprise, whirling around to see a student laying down on one of the white beds, peeking at me from behind the curtain.
His school blazer was missing, and his white shirt clung to his chest.
“Oh.” I mumbled, a hint of exhaustion and haziness lacing my voice. All that work for nothing.
'But he's a welcomed distraction.' My mind hushed.
“Tha-” I glanced at his face and my voice broke. He was smiling, and he slowly beckoned me closer to a stool at the side of his bed.
“Your knee, it needs treatment, right?” He asked.
I nodded my head dumbly, walking to him as if in a trance. I took the seat he had offered, and when his hands grazed my skin, a jolt of electricity ran up my arm.
He had smooth hands - such nice hands.
I felt like I had melted into a puddle of incoherency, and a stream of words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“How serious is it?”
'Because I think I'm serious about you.'
He looked up at me, away from my cut, and from this close up, I could see amber glitters gleaming in his eyes. His eyes were so pretty.
“Deadly.”
There was a teasing lit of his voice, but my heart felt like it was being crushed.
'Deadly.' I thought. 'I'm deadlier than you think.'
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“You should tell him.”
I looked away from his frame to my best friend Mika. “Tell him what?”
She rolled her eyes, strutting over to the window overlooking the impromptu soccer game a few of the guys had pulled together for lunch time.
“That you love him.”
A pang of hurt hammered in my chest.
'Why Mika?'
I swallowed the lump in my throat, begging myself to keep myself together. “But I don't.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don't and can't are two separate things, Ayako.”
'They're too much the same.'
Silence filled the room, and Mika sighed softly when I didn't respond. “Ryosuke likes you. You're not just tormenting yourself, you're hurting him too.”
Disbelief colored my face and I gave her a pointed look. “There's no reason for him to like me,” I said. Which was true. There was nothing about me that was worthy of him.
“There's every reason.”
My disbelief intensified and she threw her hands up in the air in frustration, before huffing and settling into a chair. “Sometimes I wish you could see past your dreams, your nightmares,” She whispered, voice dragging in the air.
'Sometimes I wish I could stop having them.'
But I couldn't say that. Not out loud.
Because things would be that much more real if I did.
“He's going to confess one day, then what will you do?” Mika demanded, breaking my train of thought. I glanced at her remorsefully, my face falling at the realization. I didn't ever think he would, but what if I did? Then what?
A roar of excitement brought me back to the soccer game outside, and I zoomed in on the familiar face with the smooth hands. I stared at his wistfully, and suddenly his face was looking up, right at me. A soft smile bloomed across my face, mimicking his own exuberant one as he waved and I waved in returned.
“Erase him,” I said at last, hand still waving.
Just like I had erased the others.
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“If I confessed to you, what would you do?”
I paused mid lick, blinking in surprise. Ryosuke stared back at me with his pretty smile and bright smile, and I grinned too, despite the aching pain in my heart. His words weren't meant for me.
“Why the sudden question?” I teased, going back to my ice cream.
“Because I think I just might.” I choked, ice cream falling out my hands and I whipped around to stare at him. My eyes were wide, starring at him incredulously
“What?”
“I like you.” A blushed painted his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly in response. He was confessing.
The world couldn't that cruel, could it?
“I'm sorry.” That was the only thing I could say, but judging by the crestfallen look on Ryosuke's face, it was the wrong thing.
I turned away, unable to hide any longer, and started running. Running as far away from him as possible, with tears filling my vision.
This was a mistake.
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I sat in the tub for hours, glaring at the walls, because everything around me was perfect, everything except for myself.
I whimpered, drawing up my knees, and pressing my wet face to them.
I'd lied to Mika.
I'd never erased someone before. I didn't even know where to start.
The memories were always there - in my dreams.
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He was watching me again. I could tell. His gaze always managed to burn my skin, heat it till it was a nice healthy pink.
This time it didn't.
This time, I ignored him.
And slowly as the days passed, he started ignoring me too.
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“You can still be friends. There's still a chance,” Mika advised, pulling back the wrapper of her melon bun.
“There are no more chances for us, Mika.” I broke apart a piece of her lunch bread, sticking it in my mouth before she could protest.
She eyed me carefully. “Sure there are - you just have to make them.”
I sighed. It was hard to eat when all I could hear was him.
Mika paused. “He still watches over you. Like some sort of guardian angel,” She mumbled, voice full of amusement and apology.
She didn't mean to hurt me. She didn't mean to bring him up.
I smiled at her, throwing my arm over her shoulder in a half hug. “I don't need him - I already have you.”
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When I woke up Mika was there, fretting over me as always.
“Again?” I asked quietly.
There were tears in her eyes. “In the middle of the road Ayako, in the middle of the road!” She stressed, fear marring her face.
I closed my eyes and remembered the last thing I could remember - my walk home from school with Mika. We were going home.
I opened my eyes and gave her a brilliant smile, trying to dissipate her fears. “But you were there.”
She froze and my heart turned cold at the look.
Something was wrong.
“Mika -” She cut me off.
“No, not this time.” She said quietly, shaking her head.
And then she diligently melted away to the side, revealing a gaping, Ryosuke.
My smile faded.
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“Narcolepsy?” He said murmured, asking for confirmation.
I nodded my head cautiously, eyes searching his for any sign of disgust, or worse, hatred.
“I developed it over time. It came to me when I was eight.”
He nodded. “So you...fall asleep, whenever, wherever?”
“Yes.”
He hesitated, and I held my breath, worried that he might not accept me for what I was.
I was diseased.
“What does this have to do with us?”
I stilled, heart thumping wildly in my chest.
'Everything,' My mind argued.
“I'm sorry?”
His face fell. “Don't say those words twice, Ayako. I still love you,” He said, voice earnest. He paused, giving my heart a chance to catch up. “Do you love me?”
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to sleep. I wanted the disease to take me. I wanted this to be a dream - a nightmare even. I didn't want this to be real.
I smiled at him sadly. “No, I don't.”
'Because one day, I might not wake up.'
----------------
I was back in the tub, this time heart even heavier and mind blank.
I stared at the water.
“Please, save me.” I whispered quietly, hoping that some omnipotent being would hear, and do just that. I wanted to be freed.
My mind grew black, and I smiled a weak sad smile.
Someone had heard.
I let the darkness swallow me and slid into the water.
I drowned in my tub, taken by this disease, and finally free.
'I love you, Ryosuke. I really do. From the first moment I met you.'
Author: melody0606
Client: Ayako
Genre(s): Angst, Tragedy
Pairing: Yamada Ryosuke x Kobayashi Mika(OC)
Length: Oneshot
Listing: 1/1
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Sometimes I wish you could see past your dreams, your nightmares,” She whispered, voice dragging in the air.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters within the story itself. All characters belong under their respective entertainments, however the plot and any fictional characters remain spawns of my thoughts ;)
The Moment I Met You
It had happened again, in the middle of the day no less, and the angry red cut on my knee remained as a reminder of my curse. A curl of protest gripped my heart, and I gritted my teeth to hold back the pain.
I wobbled down the hall, carefully pressing my hand against the wall as a guide. My knee felt numb from the pain, and it almost hurt to walk. The initial shock of pain had yet to vanish, and I whimpered.
I continued my short journey, relieved at the sight of the door to the nurse's office. I pulled it open and said a quick greeting before sticking my head in. It was empty.
I bit my lip in frustration, waddling further into the room and looking around for the school's nurse.
“If you're looking for Nurse Riko, she stepped out for her lunch break,” A male voice said.
I jumped in surprise, whirling around to see a student laying down on one of the white beds, peeking at me from behind the curtain.
His school blazer was missing, and his white shirt clung to his chest.
“Oh.” I mumbled, a hint of exhaustion and haziness lacing my voice. All that work for nothing.
'But he's a welcomed distraction.' My mind hushed.
“Tha-” I glanced at his face and my voice broke. He was smiling, and he slowly beckoned me closer to a stool at the side of his bed.
“Your knee, it needs treatment, right?” He asked.
I nodded my head dumbly, walking to him as if in a trance. I took the seat he had offered, and when his hands grazed my skin, a jolt of electricity ran up my arm.
He had smooth hands - such nice hands.
I felt like I had melted into a puddle of incoherency, and a stream of words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.
“How serious is it?”
'Because I think I'm serious about you.'
He looked up at me, away from my cut, and from this close up, I could see amber glitters gleaming in his eyes. His eyes were so pretty.
“Deadly.”
There was a teasing lit of his voice, but my heart felt like it was being crushed.
'Deadly.' I thought. 'I'm deadlier than you think.'
-----------------
“You should tell him.”
I looked away from his frame to my best friend Mika. “Tell him what?”
She rolled her eyes, strutting over to the window overlooking the impromptu soccer game a few of the guys had pulled together for lunch time.
“That you love him.”
A pang of hurt hammered in my chest.
'Why Mika?'
I swallowed the lump in my throat, begging myself to keep myself together. “But I don't.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don't and can't are two separate things, Ayako.”
'They're too much the same.'
Silence filled the room, and Mika sighed softly when I didn't respond. “Ryosuke likes you. You're not just tormenting yourself, you're hurting him too.”
Disbelief colored my face and I gave her a pointed look. “There's no reason for him to like me,” I said. Which was true. There was nothing about me that was worthy of him.
“There's every reason.”
My disbelief intensified and she threw her hands up in the air in frustration, before huffing and settling into a chair. “Sometimes I wish you could see past your dreams, your nightmares,” She whispered, voice dragging in the air.
'Sometimes I wish I could stop having them.'
But I couldn't say that. Not out loud.
Because things would be that much more real if I did.
“He's going to confess one day, then what will you do?” Mika demanded, breaking my train of thought. I glanced at her remorsefully, my face falling at the realization. I didn't ever think he would, but what if I did? Then what?
A roar of excitement brought me back to the soccer game outside, and I zoomed in on the familiar face with the smooth hands. I stared at his wistfully, and suddenly his face was looking up, right at me. A soft smile bloomed across my face, mimicking his own exuberant one as he waved and I waved in returned.
“Erase him,” I said at last, hand still waving.
Just like I had erased the others.
--------------------------
“If I confessed to you, what would you do?”
I paused mid lick, blinking in surprise. Ryosuke stared back at me with his pretty smile and bright smile, and I grinned too, despite the aching pain in my heart. His words weren't meant for me.
“Why the sudden question?” I teased, going back to my ice cream.
“Because I think I just might.” I choked, ice cream falling out my hands and I whipped around to stare at him. My eyes were wide, starring at him incredulously
“What?”
“I like you.” A blushed painted his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly in response. He was confessing.
The world couldn't that cruel, could it?
“I'm sorry.” That was the only thing I could say, but judging by the crestfallen look on Ryosuke's face, it was the wrong thing.
I turned away, unable to hide any longer, and started running. Running as far away from him as possible, with tears filling my vision.
This was a mistake.
--------------------------
I sat in the tub for hours, glaring at the walls, because everything around me was perfect, everything except for myself.
I whimpered, drawing up my knees, and pressing my wet face to them.
I'd lied to Mika.
I'd never erased someone before. I didn't even know where to start.
The memories were always there - in my dreams.
----------------
He was watching me again. I could tell. His gaze always managed to burn my skin, heat it till it was a nice healthy pink.
This time it didn't.
This time, I ignored him.
And slowly as the days passed, he started ignoring me too.
----------------------
“You can still be friends. There's still a chance,” Mika advised, pulling back the wrapper of her melon bun.
“There are no more chances for us, Mika.” I broke apart a piece of her lunch bread, sticking it in my mouth before she could protest.
She eyed me carefully. “Sure there are - you just have to make them.”
I sighed. It was hard to eat when all I could hear was him.
Mika paused. “He still watches over you. Like some sort of guardian angel,” She mumbled, voice full of amusement and apology.
She didn't mean to hurt me. She didn't mean to bring him up.
I smiled at her, throwing my arm over her shoulder in a half hug. “I don't need him - I already have you.”
---------------------
When I woke up Mika was there, fretting over me as always.
“Again?” I asked quietly.
There were tears in her eyes. “In the middle of the road Ayako, in the middle of the road!” She stressed, fear marring her face.
I closed my eyes and remembered the last thing I could remember - my walk home from school with Mika. We were going home.
I opened my eyes and gave her a brilliant smile, trying to dissipate her fears. “But you were there.”
She froze and my heart turned cold at the look.
Something was wrong.
“Mika -” She cut me off.
“No, not this time.” She said quietly, shaking her head.
And then she diligently melted away to the side, revealing a gaping, Ryosuke.
My smile faded.
-----------------------------
“Narcolepsy?” He said murmured, asking for confirmation.
I nodded my head cautiously, eyes searching his for any sign of disgust, or worse, hatred.
“I developed it over time. It came to me when I was eight.”
He nodded. “So you...fall asleep, whenever, wherever?”
“Yes.”
He hesitated, and I held my breath, worried that he might not accept me for what I was.
I was diseased.
“What does this have to do with us?”
I stilled, heart thumping wildly in my chest.
'Everything,' My mind argued.
“I'm sorry?”
His face fell. “Don't say those words twice, Ayako. I still love you,” He said, voice earnest. He paused, giving my heart a chance to catch up. “Do you love me?”
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to sleep. I wanted the disease to take me. I wanted this to be a dream - a nightmare even. I didn't want this to be real.
I smiled at him sadly. “No, I don't.”
'Because one day, I might not wake up.'
----------------
I was back in the tub, this time heart even heavier and mind blank.
I stared at the water.
“Please, save me.” I whispered quietly, hoping that some omnipotent being would hear, and do just that. I wanted to be freed.
My mind grew black, and I smiled a weak sad smile.
Someone had heard.
I let the darkness swallow me and slid into the water.
I drowned in my tub, taken by this disease, and finally free.
'I love you, Ryosuke. I really do. From the first moment I met you.'