Shall we begin? [oneshot]
Title: Shall we begin?
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: Yabu Kota x Shinoda Mariko (friendship)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, failed! fluff, songfic
Warning: Blood, attempted suicide. Nuff said.
Summary: They say friendship starts off with trust.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: Beta-ed by the evil witch Rei ( ichigocherry ). Again, thanks mate. Have I said I love u yet?? XDD Random pairing, yesh. Based on AKB48's 風は吹いている. Early birthday fic for the skinnybone's 22rd birthday. To Yabu,u r not my ichiban, but still I love u man for taking care of those 'kids' all these while.
In the void of this transformed earth
I'm at loss for words, frozen in place
He stared wide-eyed at the sight before his innocent eyes. Never in his life had he seen so much blood. Blood everywhere. Silence screamed to be shattered, to hear sounds of living. Every stride he took forward felt aberrant. The pace halted in front of the door to living room. Where dad was drinking his tea while reading his newspaper this morning. Nothing.
Off to the kitchen he went. Where mum prepared breakfast this morning. Empty. He then headed to the bathroom. Where he had the usual bickering with Ryoko over who will have a bath first this morning. Soundless.
Careful steps took him upstairs. More blood. All the courage he had flew through the window, his breath hitched, eyes getting blurry, his knees betrayed him. In the midst of the pool of endless blood, his family lied motionless. Lifeless.
And the sky cried with him.
Before, was it better to hold hands?
A light shines through despair
If there’s a god somewhere
Please grant us once more
A new world on this earth
“Morning class!” and the whole class echoed with the typical morning greeting to the homeroom teacher who was a man in his early 30s. With a simple come in the door slide opened once again and a girl stepped in. Girls started talking and boys started whistling.
“My name is Shinoda Mariko, from Saitama. From now onwards, please take care of me,” she bowed lightly.
The teacher then motioned her to have a seat. The only seat available was on the back row. Next to him. The rest of the class eyed him charily as she made way to the seat. He didn’t even budge. For the rest of the day. Or week.
She remembered that urge to strangle him when she got detention for a week for sleeping during lesson. He didn’t even try to wake me up!
And yet the wind blows towards the future
Feel the breath of life upon your cheeks
And yet I'm still living strongly
From the point of laying the very first brick
Shall we begin?
She looked over to him with bated breath, ignoring the fact that he never bother to look back.
“Mariko, you will go as well, right?” she turned too fast at the voice that her neck stung. The other girls chuckled and that made her red.
“You aren’t listening, are you?” the girl faked a pout. She smiled apologetically.
“Stop looking at him. He doesn’t care anyway. He never did,” one of the giggling girls commented, knowing very well where Mariko’s attention was at. But she was wrong.
He did care when he helped her from some drunken men the night before. He did care when he punch the daylight out of them. He did care when he sent her home. He did care after all. He just didn’t say that out loud.
Mariko didn’t see the need to tell anyone about that.
The wounds from my memories are scabbing over
Kindness is born from pain
He heard footsteps approaching and he knew very well who the owner was. The whiff of sakura in the air proved his inference.
“Kota-kun?” the melodious voice touched his eardrums. He ignored the first call. Then the second. Then the third. After a few more times, she couldn’t stand being ignored that she sat right in front of him, her chin in her hands.
“You hurt yourself last night and you didn’t tell me,” she pouted. As he didn't even bother to even look at her, she decided to just check it herself. She freaked out when she folded the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a few centimeters deep cut. Still no words spoken from the other side.
He heaved a sigh when she suddenly went away, but the fraught feeling resurfaced when she returned with a first aid kit.
“Thanks god it’s not infected or you’ll be dead in no time,” she said as of a matter-of-factly, hands busily dabbing iodine and wrapping the wound. Lingering smell of antiseptic routed by one of the sakura scent. Addictive.
Time flew by hastily and the residents of the school receded one by one till no one left but them.
Before, was it better to be held?
To talk about your dreams within the warmth
I want to carry only as many burdens
As tears that have fallen
Onlookers can't do anything
Looking out from the window, he saw some kids playing by the stream. They all shrieked in fear as one of the older boys managed to get hold of a palm-sized frog and started running after them.
Flashes of painful memories replayed in his head like a movie. His family; the blaring sound of the siren; the sudden downpour of rain, the scent of fresh, blooming sakura flowers, the bob-cut brown hair, the… Wait. Why the hell was he thinking about sakura flowers and short hairs?
His attention then unconsciously turned to the healing cut on his arm. It was covered by a colorful panda band aid. His gaze lingered there before it was caught by a bright pink and green card that lay nearby, accompanied by a basket of fruits that complemented the colors of the card. The fruits were left untouched for days, still in the plastic wrappers.
Thank you for the other day! Don’t forget to change your band aid, okay? See you in school!
- MARIKO -
He was not being a jerk when he ignored her. No. He had already lost everything. He didn’t wanna risk the leeway to feel the excruciating pain again. Not her.
The same sound of the sudden pit-pat of the rain from his past ushered the kids back home; leaving only him and the memories.
And yet love continues into the future
People request to meet one another
And yet I take one step forward
Picking up all the forgotten wishes
Shall we begin?
“Here, take this,” she shoved a bag into his unsuspecting hands. “I make some nikujaga and don’t you dare decline it because in case you don’t realize, you’re thinner than my bicycle,” she puffed her cheeks. He didn’t say a thing but took the bag and went inside his house.
He came out after few minutes; his face showing his confusion seeing her stood petrified at the door.
“I thought you didn’t allow anyone into your house?” she voiced out after he motioned her to sit on one of the chairs. She heard that from their classmates: Kota-kun never talked to anyone. One of the girls that liked him even got the door slammed into her face.
After two helpings of nikujaga and a can of soda each, they moved to the living room. Being together with the boy for months (she intentionally stick herself to him), silence had became her bestfriend as well.
“Ne, Kota-kun?” he didn’t look up from the magazine, but she knew he was listening. “Since I made you nikujaga and you let me into your house and we ate together, that means now we’re friends right?”
For the first time in his life, he responded. “Only if you stop talking too much.”
And yet the wind blows towards the future
If you close your eyes, you'll feel it
I'm certain the wind blows towards the future
Even if you part with everything and are at loss
I promise that I'll be right here
Clear the rubble blocking your path
Live in the moment
It was so uncalled for. Everything was going on smoothly. He was reading the magazine and she tried so hard not to chew on the History homework. The buzzing noise from rest of the class didn’t bother them at all. Clouds cloaked the sun, heavy with water, denying the arresting sparkle it offered.
She didn’t mean anything, just asking out of curiosity. That was why she was shocked at his reaction.
Eyes flared, and in just a few seconds, the magazine was torn into unrecognizable pieces. But the most shocking fact was the falling tears that came down in time with the raging rains. He bolted and she followed close, ignoring the wind outside that threatened to cut between them like a knife.
“KOTA-KUN!!”
The house became the witness of his rage, the 10 years worth of unspoken pain. She tried to stop him but he didn’t listen. Deep inside, she regretted her aggravating inquisitiveness. . Helpless, she just stood there watching him with frightened eyes as the glasses broke and the chairs turned upside down.
He ran towards the kitchen with Mariko close by. But she was a little too late. Realization of what was going to happen dawned and she ran towards Kota who was staring hungrily at the sharp knife in his hands.
Without thinking twice, she lunged towards him, enveloping him with her warmness. Smell of nauseating blood caught their sense. Letting loose of the embrace, she felt the stinging pain spread through her body like a massive wave. The knife was plunged from the back, the protruding point of the evil weapon stood proudly in the middle of her stomach.
“Kota-kun…I’m sor-” Her apology was left hanging as all she saw was the pit of doom. Dark. Cold.
The question of, “Are you going to spend the summer break with your family?” that was brought up by their classmates was left unanswered.
Even if the wind happens to stop
The world cannot exist without it
Keep your breath no matter what happens
Although today might be a painful day
Shall we begins with the things we can do?
It had been weeks.
He was back to his old self. Silent, recluse and reticent. The voices in his head put the blame on him. It was because he had been a coward. He had been an asshole. Had been a big-headed fool. Been ungrateful…
“Kota-kun~”
He must be dreaming. The voice called out again, clearer by seconds. ‘It can’t be… she’s already…’ He whacked his head to the wall several times, convinced that he’d been hallucinating.
“What did I say about talking to yourself, Kota-kun?” He almost fainted seeing her, smiling ever so broadly at his front door.
Her father came to see him a few weeks after the incident. No harsh words was said; no threats whatsoever. But he knew the older man wanted him to stay away from his only daughter. Yet, there she was in front of his door.
“What? Am I that pretty today?” He didn’t reply as usual but his face looked amused. Silence was an element they couldn’t live without, it seemed.
“Why are you here? Why did you come back?” he voiced out, finally breaking the freezing stillness.
“Because we’re friends. And friends never leave their friends alone.”
“You still want to be my friend after what happened?” That was the only thing he was afraid of after that day, for her to hate him. She shook her head.
“What happened was not your fault, neither was it mine. That was bound to happen sooner or later. But…” she smiled warmly towards him, “I’m glad I’m the one who was with you at that time.”
“How is it so?”
“Because it proves that I’m the one that you show your true feelings at.” And he practically rolled his eyes at the statement and the giggly figure.
“Besides,” she approached the slim figure, “We can always start all over again. Like this.” She chuckled a little before holding out her hand, which met Kota’s warmer one.
“Hello, my name is Mariko. Shinoda Mariko.”
“I’m Yabu Kota. Nice to meet you Mariko.”
“So, friends?”
“Only if you won’t leave me alone.”
“We’ll be friends forever then.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!
(I can't believe that I used sparkly words - this is my freaking first time!! - to wish his birthday. Whatever, just ignore it.)
**sparkly words credit to simcatsubame
As usual, comments, critics or even shoes are highly appreciated and dearly loved.
Author: mirazuki_yuuri
Pairing/Subject: Yabu Kota x Shinoda Mariko (friendship)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, failed! fluff, songfic
Warning: Blood, attempted suicide. Nuff said.
Summary: They say friendship starts off with trust.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys...or their ass..(okay,maybe I'm plotting something that involves kidnapping Keito and marry him everyday before I sleep XD)
A/N note: Beta-ed by the evil witch Rei ( ichigocherry ). Again, thanks mate. Have I said I love u yet?? XDD Random pairing, yesh. Based on AKB48's 風は吹いている. Early birthday fic for the skinnybone's 22rd birthday. To Yabu,u r not my ichiban, but still I love u man for taking care of those 'kids' all these while.
In the void of this transformed earth
I'm at loss for words, frozen in place
He stared wide-eyed at the sight before his innocent eyes. Never in his life had he seen so much blood. Blood everywhere. Silence screamed to be shattered, to hear sounds of living. Every stride he took forward felt aberrant. The pace halted in front of the door to living room. Where dad was drinking his tea while reading his newspaper this morning. Nothing.
Off to the kitchen he went. Where mum prepared breakfast this morning. Empty. He then headed to the bathroom. Where he had the usual bickering with Ryoko over who will have a bath first this morning. Soundless.
Careful steps took him upstairs. More blood. All the courage he had flew through the window, his breath hitched, eyes getting blurry, his knees betrayed him. In the midst of the pool of endless blood, his family lied motionless. Lifeless.
And the sky cried with him.
Before, was it better to hold hands?
A light shines through despair
If there’s a god somewhere
Please grant us once more
A new world on this earth
“Morning class!” and the whole class echoed with the typical morning greeting to the homeroom teacher who was a man in his early 30s. With a simple come in the door slide opened once again and a girl stepped in. Girls started talking and boys started whistling.
“My name is Shinoda Mariko, from Saitama. From now onwards, please take care of me,” she bowed lightly.
The teacher then motioned her to have a seat. The only seat available was on the back row. Next to him. The rest of the class eyed him charily as she made way to the seat. He didn’t even budge. For the rest of the day. Or week.
She remembered that urge to strangle him when she got detention for a week for sleeping during lesson. He didn’t even try to wake me up!
And yet the wind blows towards the future
Feel the breath of life upon your cheeks
And yet I'm still living strongly
From the point of laying the very first brick
Shall we begin?
She looked over to him with bated breath, ignoring the fact that he never bother to look back.
“Mariko, you will go as well, right?” she turned too fast at the voice that her neck stung. The other girls chuckled and that made her red.
“You aren’t listening, are you?” the girl faked a pout. She smiled apologetically.
“Stop looking at him. He doesn’t care anyway. He never did,” one of the giggling girls commented, knowing very well where Mariko’s attention was at. But she was wrong.
He did care when he helped her from some drunken men the night before. He did care when he punch the daylight out of them. He did care when he sent her home. He did care after all. He just didn’t say that out loud.
Mariko didn’t see the need to tell anyone about that.
The wounds from my memories are scabbing over
Kindness is born from pain
He heard footsteps approaching and he knew very well who the owner was. The whiff of sakura in the air proved his inference.
“Kota-kun?” the melodious voice touched his eardrums. He ignored the first call. Then the second. Then the third. After a few more times, she couldn’t stand being ignored that she sat right in front of him, her chin in her hands.
“You hurt yourself last night and you didn’t tell me,” she pouted. As he didn't even bother to even look at her, she decided to just check it herself. She freaked out when she folded the sleeve of his shirt, revealing a few centimeters deep cut. Still no words spoken from the other side.
He heaved a sigh when she suddenly went away, but the fraught feeling resurfaced when she returned with a first aid kit.
“Thanks god it’s not infected or you’ll be dead in no time,” she said as of a matter-of-factly, hands busily dabbing iodine and wrapping the wound. Lingering smell of antiseptic routed by one of the sakura scent. Addictive.
Time flew by hastily and the residents of the school receded one by one till no one left but them.
Before, was it better to be held?
To talk about your dreams within the warmth
I want to carry only as many burdens
As tears that have fallen
Onlookers can't do anything
Looking out from the window, he saw some kids playing by the stream. They all shrieked in fear as one of the older boys managed to get hold of a palm-sized frog and started running after them.
Flashes of painful memories replayed in his head like a movie. His family; the blaring sound of the siren; the sudden downpour of rain, the scent of fresh, blooming sakura flowers, the bob-cut brown hair, the… Wait. Why the hell was he thinking about sakura flowers and short hairs?
His attention then unconsciously turned to the healing cut on his arm. It was covered by a colorful panda band aid. His gaze lingered there before it was caught by a bright pink and green card that lay nearby, accompanied by a basket of fruits that complemented the colors of the card. The fruits were left untouched for days, still in the plastic wrappers.
Thank you for the other day! Don’t forget to change your band aid, okay? See you in school!
- MARIKO -
He was not being a jerk when he ignored her. No. He had already lost everything. He didn’t wanna risk the leeway to feel the excruciating pain again. Not her.
The same sound of the sudden pit-pat of the rain from his past ushered the kids back home; leaving only him and the memories.
And yet love continues into the future
People request to meet one another
And yet I take one step forward
Picking up all the forgotten wishes
Shall we begin?
“Here, take this,” she shoved a bag into his unsuspecting hands. “I make some nikujaga and don’t you dare decline it because in case you don’t realize, you’re thinner than my bicycle,” she puffed her cheeks. He didn’t say a thing but took the bag and went inside his house.
He came out after few minutes; his face showing his confusion seeing her stood petrified at the door.
“I thought you didn’t allow anyone into your house?” she voiced out after he motioned her to sit on one of the chairs. She heard that from their classmates: Kota-kun never talked to anyone. One of the girls that liked him even got the door slammed into her face.
After two helpings of nikujaga and a can of soda each, they moved to the living room. Being together with the boy for months (she intentionally stick herself to him), silence had became her bestfriend as well.
“Ne, Kota-kun?” he didn’t look up from the magazine, but she knew he was listening. “Since I made you nikujaga and you let me into your house and we ate together, that means now we’re friends right?”
For the first time in his life, he responded. “Only if you stop talking too much.”
And yet the wind blows towards the future
If you close your eyes, you'll feel it
I'm certain the wind blows towards the future
Even if you part with everything and are at loss
I promise that I'll be right here
Clear the rubble blocking your path
Live in the moment
It was so uncalled for. Everything was going on smoothly. He was reading the magazine and she tried so hard not to chew on the History homework. The buzzing noise from rest of the class didn’t bother them at all. Clouds cloaked the sun, heavy with water, denying the arresting sparkle it offered.
She didn’t mean anything, just asking out of curiosity. That was why she was shocked at his reaction.
Eyes flared, and in just a few seconds, the magazine was torn into unrecognizable pieces. But the most shocking fact was the falling tears that came down in time with the raging rains. He bolted and she followed close, ignoring the wind outside that threatened to cut between them like a knife.
“KOTA-KUN!!”
The house became the witness of his rage, the 10 years worth of unspoken pain. She tried to stop him but he didn’t listen. Deep inside, she regretted her aggravating inquisitiveness. . Helpless, she just stood there watching him with frightened eyes as the glasses broke and the chairs turned upside down.
He ran towards the kitchen with Mariko close by. But she was a little too late. Realization of what was going to happen dawned and she ran towards Kota who was staring hungrily at the sharp knife in his hands.
Without thinking twice, she lunged towards him, enveloping him with her warmness. Smell of nauseating blood caught their sense. Letting loose of the embrace, she felt the stinging pain spread through her body like a massive wave. The knife was plunged from the back, the protruding point of the evil weapon stood proudly in the middle of her stomach.
“Kota-kun…I’m sor-” Her apology was left hanging as all she saw was the pit of doom. Dark. Cold.
The question of, “Are you going to spend the summer break with your family?” that was brought up by their classmates was left unanswered.
Even if the wind happens to stop
The world cannot exist without it
Keep your breath no matter what happens
Although today might be a painful day
Shall we begins with the things we can do?
It had been weeks.
He was back to his old self. Silent, recluse and reticent. The voices in his head put the blame on him. It was because he had been a coward. He had been an asshole. Had been a big-headed fool. Been ungrateful…
“Kota-kun~”
He must be dreaming. The voice called out again, clearer by seconds. ‘It can’t be… she’s already…’ He whacked his head to the wall several times, convinced that he’d been hallucinating.
“What did I say about talking to yourself, Kota-kun?” He almost fainted seeing her, smiling ever so broadly at his front door.
Her father came to see him a few weeks after the incident. No harsh words was said; no threats whatsoever. But he knew the older man wanted him to stay away from his only daughter. Yet, there she was in front of his door.
“What? Am I that pretty today?” He didn’t reply as usual but his face looked amused. Silence was an element they couldn’t live without, it seemed.
“Why are you here? Why did you come back?” he voiced out, finally breaking the freezing stillness.
“Because we’re friends. And friends never leave their friends alone.”
“You still want to be my friend after what happened?” That was the only thing he was afraid of after that day, for her to hate him. She shook her head.
“What happened was not your fault, neither was it mine. That was bound to happen sooner or later. But…” she smiled warmly towards him, “I’m glad I’m the one who was with you at that time.”
“How is it so?”
“Because it proves that I’m the one that you show your true feelings at.” And he practically rolled his eyes at the statement and the giggly figure.
“Besides,” she approached the slim figure, “We can always start all over again. Like this.” She chuckled a little before holding out her hand, which met Kota’s warmer one.
“Hello, my name is Mariko. Shinoda Mariko.”
“I’m Yabu Kota. Nice to meet you Mariko.”
“So, friends?”
“Only if you won’t leave me alone.”
“We’ll be friends forever then.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!
(I can't believe that I used sparkly words - this is my freaking first time!! - to wish his birthday. Whatever, just ignore it.)
**sparkly words credit to simcatsubame
As usual, comments, critics or even shoes are highly appreciated and dearly loved.