NaNoWriMo; Loosen Down Street
Title: Loosen Down Street
Claimer: These people are mine. Take and die. 8);;
Fandom: Original (Now tentatively titled 'Dusted Timestamps.')
Character(s): Hong, Ko, a girl
Word Count: 1239
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Okay, so this is supposed to be for Nanowrimo, but tha'ts way over. XD; I've just really wanted to write this down, so I'll get to 50k words, at my own pace. 8);; Full of errors, I'm sure, but the thing did say to not edit and just get the words out, so. XDD Besides, I wrote this on notepad.
1957, Shinwaru
[2] Loosen Down Street
"Hong! Oi, Hong! I'm talking to you!"
Hong slowly lifted his head, staring at his best friend of ten years, Ko. He laughed and took out his headphones, pausing the music before turning off his CD player. Typical, he and Ko walking to school, Ko telling him something that he should be listening to, him listening to his music instead.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, tucking away the player into his bag, "what were you saying?"
Ko sighed, exasperated, "Aww, come on! We've been buddies for ten years and yet you still can't find the time to listen to my story? I don't know how you can be so absorbed by that damn music of yours."
Again, he laughed. "Well, maybe I'm just special that way. Anyways, what were you saying?"
"Never mind," Ko complained, waving it off with his hand, "no point in retelling it now. Let's think of something else to talk about."
The two continued walking to the train station, now in silence.
"I have no idea, Ko," sighed Hong, about to slip his headphones back on, "let's just get to school in time, alright?"
"I can't believe you," Ko exclaimed, loud enough for the whole street side to hear, "here we are on a beautiful day, and all you care about is getting to school. I always knew you were a real weirdo, but seriously, what the hell?!"
Hong chuckled, replying, "Well, we can't all be slackers now, can we? At any rate, what do you want to talk about?"
Ko stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought (Pftt, as if, Hong thought) before snapping his fingers in excitement. "I got it! Let's talk about chicks!"
Hong froze for about half a step, then continued walking, albeit a little stiff.
"Come on, Hong," Ko pondered, "there has to be some girl you like around here. I mean, every girl at school totally digs you. Even you have to know that Kim Jin'tou doesn't talk to you for homework. Shit, she's the smartest girl there! Like hell she needs your help."
He laughed at that, though Ko could tell it was just a tiny bit strained. "Of course I've noticed. I'm just not interested, that's all. And no, I'm not gay."
Ko shut his mouth. There went his witty retort. "Well, there has to be someone!"
Hong stayed silent.
"Hmm...now who could it be, I wonder," he muttered, "aha! I got it!"
The other young man sighed; it was never a good sign when his best friend shouted, "I got it!"
"She's a childhood friend, right? That's why you're all touchy-feely about this!"
Now, he completely stopped, staring at his friend with wide eyes. It was quite a surprise to see Ko use his brain, and whenever he did, he always knew what the answer was.
A pity that he didn't seem to care for school.
"Well," Hong started, picking up his walk and smiling, "she's something like that, yes."
"I knew it! Now, let's see, details, details..."
"Oh boy. Don't hurt yourself now."
"Oh, shut up! Now, hmm...does she live here?"
Hong sighed, closing his eyes before Ko could see the anguish that was surely refelcted in them. "I hope so, but I'm not sure."
"I see, I see," he replied, stroking his chin again, "well...did she move, from when you saw her?"
"...something like that, I guess you could say," Hong said. Ko didn't mention the odd pause, rolling onto his next question.
"So, how long did you two know each other?"
He laughed, whole-heartedly now, "Since were born, pretty much. Our parents more or less tuck us together when we were younger, since they were all close friends already. We became best friends, actually."
Ko frowned, making mock sniffle noises, "Hey. I thought I was your best friend! What is this, hearing that you had someone else just as important as me?"
"No, no, she wasn't as important as you," he said, laughing again, "she was way more important than you, to be truthful!"
"Aghh!" yelled Ko, "That cuts deep, man!"
Hong shrugged, "What can I say? I loved her."
Ko laughed, "Yeah, yeah, sure you did. Deep-heart love and all that shit. I mean, you must've been what, three-years-old? Of course you loved her."
"I know, sounds real stupid," Hong said, laughing too, "but it's real. I know it is."
"Yeah, yeah, just keep telling yourself that."
The two continued walking to the train station, trading stories about anything and anyone.
[...]
"Aww, shit! This is what I hate about living here. So damn far from the station! I mean, shit, it takes like forty minutes to get their. This is why we shouldn't even bother going to school."
Hong sighed, listening to Ko complaining. They were about five more minutes away from the station, where they'd be able to take a seat in the train with its cool A/C air and seats. Still walking, the two crossed the last cross walk before reaching the station, passing the group of people walking the other way.
That's when he felt a light tug on his finger.
Immediately, he looked up, his eyes darting around, searching for a face. Left, right, behind, in front. He couldn't find the one he needed.
"...and so I said to her, Babe, sorry, but I don't deal with pyscho-crazy-bitches. Now let's put the lamp down and...oi, Hong. What is it now?"
Ko looked around, trying to see anything interesting that might be getting Hong's attention. "Dude, serisously, what is it?"
Not finding what he was (desperately) searching for, he slowly turned his head back to him. "It's...nothing. I'm sure, just nothing."
"You sure? I mean, you looked kind of weirded out. You sick?"
"Nah, it's nothing," Hong said, "let's hurry now before we're late."
"If you say so," Ko said, still unsure of Hong's current state.
Tires screeching against the blacktop, a too-late-brake sound, and screams suddenly filled the air.
Everyone on the sidewalks turned around to look at what happened, some rushing forward, some staying rooted to the spot they were on. Cars stopped in the middle of the street, adults climbing out as the children pressed themselves against the glass to see what was going on.
Ko stared out in shock before pulling Hong's hand, running to the scene.
"Holy shit, what the hell happened?!"
Hong didn't reply, eyes telling that he's lost in a daze, that he can't even see what's right before him.
[...]
It was all over the news the next day. This girl had been walking across the cross walk, the one Hong and Ko were on just a few minutes before, when this guy's car's engine completely broke down. It did some weird thing to the rest of the car, and before anyone knew it, he crashed right into her.
The papers said that she was sixteen-years-old, turning seventeen in three more days. She had been going to Shujobi Academy, an all-girl school. There were a lot of people mourning at her funeral, way too many to count.
His right hand was around his finger all the time after that for a while, like he was looking for something. Even when Ko asked, all Hong would do is stare out into space. Ko had a feeling he knew what was wrong, so he would leave Hong alone for a while.
Hong couldn't feel the string anymore. It loosened, then came right off that day.
Claimer: These people are mine. Take and die. 8);;
Fandom: Original (Now tentatively titled 'Dusted Timestamps.')
Character(s): Hong, Ko, a girl
Word Count: 1239
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Okay, so this is supposed to be for Nanowrimo, but tha'ts way over. XD; I've just really wanted to write this down, so I'll get to 50k words, at my own pace. 8);; Full of errors, I'm sure, but the thing did say to not edit and just get the words out, so. XDD Besides, I wrote this on notepad.
1957, Shinwaru
[2] Loosen Down Street
"Hong! Oi, Hong! I'm talking to you!"
Hong slowly lifted his head, staring at his best friend of ten years, Ko. He laughed and took out his headphones, pausing the music before turning off his CD player. Typical, he and Ko walking to school, Ko telling him something that he should be listening to, him listening to his music instead.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, tucking away the player into his bag, "what were you saying?"
Ko sighed, exasperated, "Aww, come on! We've been buddies for ten years and yet you still can't find the time to listen to my story? I don't know how you can be so absorbed by that damn music of yours."
Again, he laughed. "Well, maybe I'm just special that way. Anyways, what were you saying?"
"Never mind," Ko complained, waving it off with his hand, "no point in retelling it now. Let's think of something else to talk about."
The two continued walking to the train station, now in silence.
"I have no idea, Ko," sighed Hong, about to slip his headphones back on, "let's just get to school in time, alright?"
"I can't believe you," Ko exclaimed, loud enough for the whole street side to hear, "here we are on a beautiful day, and all you care about is getting to school. I always knew you were a real weirdo, but seriously, what the hell?!"
Hong chuckled, replying, "Well, we can't all be slackers now, can we? At any rate, what do you want to talk about?"
Ko stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought (Pftt, as if, Hong thought) before snapping his fingers in excitement. "I got it! Let's talk about chicks!"
Hong froze for about half a step, then continued walking, albeit a little stiff.
"Come on, Hong," Ko pondered, "there has to be some girl you like around here. I mean, every girl at school totally digs you. Even you have to know that Kim Jin'tou doesn't talk to you for homework. Shit, she's the smartest girl there! Like hell she needs your help."
He laughed at that, though Ko could tell it was just a tiny bit strained. "Of course I've noticed. I'm just not interested, that's all. And no, I'm not gay."
Ko shut his mouth. There went his witty retort. "Well, there has to be someone!"
Hong stayed silent.
"Hmm...now who could it be, I wonder," he muttered, "aha! I got it!"
The other young man sighed; it was never a good sign when his best friend shouted, "I got it!"
"She's a childhood friend, right? That's why you're all touchy-feely about this!"
Now, he completely stopped, staring at his friend with wide eyes. It was quite a surprise to see Ko use his brain, and whenever he did, he always knew what the answer was.
A pity that he didn't seem to care for school.
"Well," Hong started, picking up his walk and smiling, "she's something like that, yes."
"I knew it! Now, let's see, details, details..."
"Oh boy. Don't hurt yourself now."
"Oh, shut up! Now, hmm...does she live here?"
Hong sighed, closing his eyes before Ko could see the anguish that was surely refelcted in them. "I hope so, but I'm not sure."
"I see, I see," he replied, stroking his chin again, "well...did she move, from when you saw her?"
"...something like that, I guess you could say," Hong said. Ko didn't mention the odd pause, rolling onto his next question.
"So, how long did you two know each other?"
He laughed, whole-heartedly now, "Since were born, pretty much. Our parents more or less tuck us together when we were younger, since they were all close friends already. We became best friends, actually."
Ko frowned, making mock sniffle noises, "Hey. I thought I was your best friend! What is this, hearing that you had someone else just as important as me?"
"No, no, she wasn't as important as you," he said, laughing again, "she was way more important than you, to be truthful!"
"Aghh!" yelled Ko, "That cuts deep, man!"
Hong shrugged, "What can I say? I loved her."
Ko laughed, "Yeah, yeah, sure you did. Deep-heart love and all that shit. I mean, you must've been what, three-years-old? Of course you loved her."
"I know, sounds real stupid," Hong said, laughing too, "but it's real. I know it is."
"Yeah, yeah, just keep telling yourself that."
The two continued walking to the train station, trading stories about anything and anyone.
[...]
"Aww, shit! This is what I hate about living here. So damn far from the station! I mean, shit, it takes like forty minutes to get their. This is why we shouldn't even bother going to school."
Hong sighed, listening to Ko complaining. They were about five more minutes away from the station, where they'd be able to take a seat in the train with its cool A/C air and seats. Still walking, the two crossed the last cross walk before reaching the station, passing the group of people walking the other way.
That's when he felt a light tug on his finger.
Immediately, he looked up, his eyes darting around, searching for a face. Left, right, behind, in front. He couldn't find the one he needed.
"...and so I said to her, Babe, sorry, but I don't deal with pyscho-crazy-bitches. Now let's put the lamp down and...oi, Hong. What is it now?"
Ko looked around, trying to see anything interesting that might be getting Hong's attention. "Dude, serisously, what is it?"
Not finding what he was (desperately) searching for, he slowly turned his head back to him. "It's...nothing. I'm sure, just nothing."
"You sure? I mean, you looked kind of weirded out. You sick?"
"Nah, it's nothing," Hong said, "let's hurry now before we're late."
"If you say so," Ko said, still unsure of Hong's current state.
Tires screeching against the blacktop, a too-late-brake sound, and screams suddenly filled the air.
Everyone on the sidewalks turned around to look at what happened, some rushing forward, some staying rooted to the spot they were on. Cars stopped in the middle of the street, adults climbing out as the children pressed themselves against the glass to see what was going on.
Ko stared out in shock before pulling Hong's hand, running to the scene.
"Holy shit, what the hell happened?!"
Hong didn't reply, eyes telling that he's lost in a daze, that he can't even see what's right before him.
[...]
It was all over the news the next day. This girl had been walking across the cross walk, the one Hong and Ko were on just a few minutes before, when this guy's car's engine completely broke down. It did some weird thing to the rest of the car, and before anyone knew it, he crashed right into her.
The papers said that she was sixteen-years-old, turning seventeen in three more days. She had been going to Shujobi Academy, an all-girl school. There were a lot of people mourning at her funeral, way too many to count.
His right hand was around his finger all the time after that for a while, like he was looking for something. Even when Ko asked, all Hong would do is stare out into space. Ko had a feeling he knew what was wrong, so he would leave Hong alone for a while.
Hong couldn't feel the string anymore. It loosened, then came right off that day.