[Fic] Series of a Childhood
Title: Series of a childhood
Chapter: 02/03
Author: Pokky
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: Slice of life, comedy, romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Could you give me one of your hair so I can practice voodoo on you?... ... ... Sorry, my bad. I meant, could I borrow one of your hair so I can practice vodoo with it, please?"
Chapter One
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Chapter Two
" Get lost you freak! "
What was so hard to understand about the meaning of those words? Even a kid cries when you say that, so why didn't he back off?... That was something for me to understand much later on.
"Aoi, how long is he going to follow you?" Reita asked as he skipped a step to walk ahead of us. A few weeks have gone by since this 'war declaration' of mine, and classmates have clearly chose which side to take : mine. Whoever went to talk to the new kid was seen as a freak too, so no one dared to be near him, and quite surprisingly, he didn't seem to be a victim. Well, one thing was for sure : He was a cast-away, but he looked happy in his own world... I guess that's one of the reasons why no one really tried to intimidate him... He really didn't look vulnerable at all.
"Aoi, this is really strange..." Kai started in a low whisper, only meant for my ears to listen. "Every day after school, he's also following you. That's not really healthy for both of you. Maybe you should just give him what he wants, then he'll stop stalking you down or something." He finished, trying to sound as though he didn't even talk just a few seconds ago. You know, the one that really didn't change even now(well, if you don't count Kouyou) is Kai. Ever since we got to know each other, he was always the one to use his rationality and his heart together to guide him. I'd say, Kai was the most open-minded of us all back when we were in Elementary School... well, open-minded as in he would listen to people who had different point of views over everything. He was never the bully type.
Anyways, I shook Kai's idea off. There was one thing they didn't know, and I would have liked it that they were still ignorant of one fact.
We bid our goodbyes while my friends had to take the road that led to the left, while I walked alone to the right.
See, the new kid was my neighbour. He lived in the house just next to mine, the house to my left, so he wasn't stalking me. He was just walking home... But of course I couldn't tell them the truth! So this rumour about the new kid stalking me down after school has started to spread. I felt bad(well, unconsciously I did) but risking them making fun of me for a lifetime? Hell no, I just wanted to be normal. And knowing the shame I felt from discovering that my neighbour would be so unusually weird did nothing to dissipate my resolution ; The one to ignore his existence.
"Aoi-san! Wait up!" He yelled from behind me, every footsteps he took bringing us closer together. I sighed loud enough for him to hear. Apparently, he didn't listen to a word I said when I plainly rejected his invitation to give him a hair. Everyday after school, he would call out my name, telling me to have a nice afternoon. Guilt would always grip me then and my plan to ignore his existence was shattered. He did intrigue me and there were only two options as why he was acting like that. First one, he is mentally disfunctional. Second one, he was a happy idiot.
My fast pace got me in front of my door's house and I turned around, not wanting to be rude as to ignore him. He smiled and waved his hand.
"Have a nice afternoon!" He yelled genuinely and I scoffed, although nodding my head politely.
"Uhn... you too." Nah, he was just a happy idiot.
*
We were at the start of Summer vacations, and unfortunately this year, my family and I did not get the chance to go traveling. My big brother found himself a summer job, and my sister was gone to Kyoto to join a group of students fighting to save the environment. So I was stuck home with my hardworking parents, which pretty much left me alone since they were working most of the time.
It was a night I'd pretty much remember for a long time. My mother was making ichigo-mochi while my father was still at his office. I was on the couch, flipping through channels and singing a song to myself. I was about to hit a high note when my mom suddenly called me.
"What's going on?" I turned my attention to her. She was delicately putting the now baked mochis into a small and nice looking bento. She was also humming a tune of her own.
"I've made extra mochis. Do you mind going over with me to the neighbours and give them some?" She asked and my heart skipped a beat.
"Why?!" I yelled, very outraged that she'd ask something like that to me. She gave me a warning glare. "Well, I'm not sorry! I'm not going." I replied, folding my arms to show just how much I was annoyed.
"Aoi, the Takashima family are very generous people. It's common courtesy to show them how nice we also are." She explained, placing the last mochi in the bento box and closing it, attaching the cover to the box with a red thread.
"But Miss Takashima's your friend, not mine!" And now I kind of understand why my mom was angry, but back then, I didn't want to see reason to it. I didn't want people to look at me weirdly and I didn't want anyone to judge me at all. And it took me by surprise when I found out that's what I've been doing to Kouyou.
And it ended like always. My mom always had and still had what she wanted. So we both walked down to the Takashima household, much to my displeasure, with a bento box full of strawberry mochi. Kouyou's mom just opened the door and lead us in with a big thankful smile. I tried not to pout too much in front of her, since mom told me I'd be grounded if I acted like a moron. The interior of their house was slightly different from ours, but the way it's been built was exactly the same. It felt strange, sort of like going home, but a differently decorated home.
"Waah! You grew up a little didn't you Aoi?" Miss Takashima said, using almost the same enthusiasm her son was speaking with. She smiled and I realized her face was slightly different from her son's. When he smiled, Kouyou had little sparkling eyes that you just couldn't miss not seeing how his eyelids transformed into a fine black line. Also, when he laughed, there was no shyness unlike with his mother's case, casting a hand in front of her teeth to hide her open mouth. He just went completely out of himself, not even bothering to look great as he just laughed out what was funny, reminding me of a horse or something along that line. I wonder how I was able to tell how different they were, since I spent my entire time trying to avoid looking at him.
Anyway, our mothers continued to exchange news, until miss Takashima suddenly remembered I was there.
"Ah, that's right. Let me call Kou-chan for you." And she climbed three steps on the stairway to the second floor, gently calling Kouyou's name. After a few attempts and still no reply, she sighed and looked at me. "Just go to the last door on your right." she directed me and with no motivation or anything, I just lazily climbed the stairs while our mothers' voices disappeared into another room. The last door to my right. That was exactly the opposite window from my room. I unwantedly shuddered.
Many strange ideas just popped up in my head. I was scared, very scared. I mean, I thought he had many strange and dark things in his room... black sheets, skeletons, daggers, animal corpses... I really didn't want to be where I was. My feet brought me to his room nonetheless so I couldn't back off anymore. I just stood there, heart beating increasingly loud.
My hand reached the door when I couldn't take it anymore, and I knocked on it. There were no signs of a response, so I called out. "Um... Hello?" still, everything was silent, no sign of life. I took a hold of the door knob, twisting it and opening it, waiting for the most horrid sight ever. But there were no hearts in pots, no skeletons on display, no dead and dissected animals, no blood at all. His room was a bit messy with newsprint and huge books lying on his desk and around his chair. Except for a strange looking doll with black long and nicely cut hair, his dark curtains and bedsheets, nothing was out of the ordinary.
I went to the desk and noticed what he was probably reading. Something about people finding footprints of a yeti in the Himalayas. Some words were highlited in red or circled in orange on every newsprints. I picked a particular book called "7 myteries of Humankind" and I shuddered. Ok, there were no doubts. He was extremely deranged.
A sudden noise made me turn around and he was standing in front of his door frame, looking at me with incredulous eyes.
"Um.. I eh... I was... uhh..." Yeah, I sounded pretty dumb. He rubbed his eyes, a smile creeping up his lips.
"I can't believe it actually worked!" He yelled, mumbling to himself about a special ritual he was doing with white magic. I looked at him with a haughty glare, not really wanting to be where I was in the first place. He came up to me and bowed. "I'm glad to have you here in my humble domain." He said happily and I stepped away, trying not to think about running out of here. He simply giggled and offered me to sit on his bed, which was incredibly cozy. There was an awkward silent that followed after he and I sat our buttox somewhere. He turned to his papers and fumbled through them, seemingly very concentrated about what he was doing and totally didn't give a care if I was there or not. I was not happy at all. I mean, he went through all the trouble to talk to me on a daily basis, and when I'm actually there for the entertainment, he doesn't give a crap!
It went on for another few minutes, and he opened his books, circling "Rosswell UFO crash" in red. And I couldn't take it anymore. He had to pay attention to me.
"There's going to be a documentary on UFOs tonight on channel 4." I said and he turned his head to me, surprised as if he just noticed I was there. He blinked his eyes a few times, letting the information sink in.
"Really?" He smiled. I bit the interior of my lips. I couldn't believe I even wanted to converse with him.
"Yeah, Roswell, 1947 right? I saw it on TV before coming here." I replied, looking at anything but him. I spared a glance to his face and his pierced ears blushed. I felt uncomfortable for a moment as he tried to let words out, but couldn't find the courage to tell me. My heart gave an unpalatable squeaze.
"Thanks." He finally said and I felt myself flutter a little. I just shook my head, doing the best I could to act as if it didn't matter to me. He smiled to himself again and this time, his cheeks were reddened. "Do you want to watch it with me?" He asked, bitting his lips as if he was fearing a rejection from my part... because that's what I've given him ever since we met. I sighed.
"Sure." And he lifted his head as fast as lightning, blabbing about how it was interesting and how he was resolute about finding out the truth and what the government was hiding.
I shouldn't have agreed, but I did nonetheless. I shouldn't have been acting as if I didn't mind, but for a hot and short month of Summer, I did care.
*
As all the happy stuff in the world had to come to an end, Summer vacations were over and school and summer homeworks to correct was what was waiting for my friends and I.
Reita and Kai went to Cuba, since their families were long-time friends, so when I saw them back at school, I couldn't stop but laugh at how tanned they were. Manabu had black bags under his eyes since he did all his homeworks in one go the day before with Miku, who was strangely super hyperactive. Everyone was happy to see each other again, even I was glad to see the smirking teacher in the hallways. So kids in my class who say they don't like school, believe me, it's not that true. We sat at our usual spot before the start of the class. Reita started to brag about how he saved Kai from a jellyfish when they were swimming in the sea, showing off his cicatrized trophy on his rib, pressing eveyone to touch and saying stuff like it didn't sting that much(that got Kai to roll his eyes).
Then, out of the blue, I saw blond hair making its way to where I was sitting, surrounded by my clique of friends. Again, people automatically turned their attention to Kouyou, murmuring stuff among themselves and sneering at his act. They were probably thinking how stupid he was for not understanding my many rejections, or how of an idiot he looked like, or just hating on him because that was what the majority were doing. He appeared in front of me, hands full of homeworks papers. He gave me a toothy smile.
"Good morning, Aoi!" He said, enthusiasm spazzing from his body. A circle of curious students was forming around my friends, him and I. Manabu was far too tired to really tease Kouyou, but the look on his face was something akin to being pissed off. Kai looked surprised, probably wishing for Kouyou to go somewhere far from us from fear of people mistreating the poor blond. Reita seemed bored but took a hold of Manabu's arms, in case the idiot would react violently and Miku was just scoffing at Kou's acts. Everyone was expecting to laugh altogether, everyone was expecting me to act meanly as I've always did. But I thought nothing of them for a moment and considered Kouyou's feelings, considered what I also wanted... and considered the Summer we were forced to spend together.
I laughed and grinned.
"Good morning, Kou."
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Author's note: Honestly, I feel that the way they got close was a little rushed... but it all ends in the next chapter, so they have to be close! xD Hope you guys enjoyed and as for the next update, I can't be too sure when I'll finish it because College is starting tomorrow. Hope you guys enjoyed!
Chapter: 02/03
Author: Pokky
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: Slice of life, comedy, romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Could you give me one of your hair so I can practice voodoo on you?... ... ... Sorry, my bad. I meant, could I borrow one of your hair so I can practice vodoo with it, please?"
Chapter One
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Chapter Two
" Get lost you freak! "
What was so hard to understand about the meaning of those words? Even a kid cries when you say that, so why didn't he back off?... That was something for me to understand much later on.
"Aoi, how long is he going to follow you?" Reita asked as he skipped a step to walk ahead of us. A few weeks have gone by since this 'war declaration' of mine, and classmates have clearly chose which side to take : mine. Whoever went to talk to the new kid was seen as a freak too, so no one dared to be near him, and quite surprisingly, he didn't seem to be a victim. Well, one thing was for sure : He was a cast-away, but he looked happy in his own world... I guess that's one of the reasons why no one really tried to intimidate him... He really didn't look vulnerable at all.
"Aoi, this is really strange..." Kai started in a low whisper, only meant for my ears to listen. "Every day after school, he's also following you. That's not really healthy for both of you. Maybe you should just give him what he wants, then he'll stop stalking you down or something." He finished, trying to sound as though he didn't even talk just a few seconds ago. You know, the one that really didn't change even now(well, if you don't count Kouyou) is Kai. Ever since we got to know each other, he was always the one to use his rationality and his heart together to guide him. I'd say, Kai was the most open-minded of us all back when we were in Elementary School... well, open-minded as in he would listen to people who had different point of views over everything. He was never the bully type.
Anyways, I shook Kai's idea off. There was one thing they didn't know, and I would have liked it that they were still ignorant of one fact.
We bid our goodbyes while my friends had to take the road that led to the left, while I walked alone to the right.
See, the new kid was my neighbour. He lived in the house just next to mine, the house to my left, so he wasn't stalking me. He was just walking home... But of course I couldn't tell them the truth! So this rumour about the new kid stalking me down after school has started to spread. I felt bad(well, unconsciously I did) but risking them making fun of me for a lifetime? Hell no, I just wanted to be normal. And knowing the shame I felt from discovering that my neighbour would be so unusually weird did nothing to dissipate my resolution ; The one to ignore his existence.
"Aoi-san! Wait up!" He yelled from behind me, every footsteps he took bringing us closer together. I sighed loud enough for him to hear. Apparently, he didn't listen to a word I said when I plainly rejected his invitation to give him a hair. Everyday after school, he would call out my name, telling me to have a nice afternoon. Guilt would always grip me then and my plan to ignore his existence was shattered. He did intrigue me and there were only two options as why he was acting like that. First one, he is mentally disfunctional. Second one, he was a happy idiot.
My fast pace got me in front of my door's house and I turned around, not wanting to be rude as to ignore him. He smiled and waved his hand.
"Have a nice afternoon!" He yelled genuinely and I scoffed, although nodding my head politely.
"Uhn... you too." Nah, he was just a happy idiot.
*
We were at the start of Summer vacations, and unfortunately this year, my family and I did not get the chance to go traveling. My big brother found himself a summer job, and my sister was gone to Kyoto to join a group of students fighting to save the environment. So I was stuck home with my hardworking parents, which pretty much left me alone since they were working most of the time.
It was a night I'd pretty much remember for a long time. My mother was making ichigo-mochi while my father was still at his office. I was on the couch, flipping through channels and singing a song to myself. I was about to hit a high note when my mom suddenly called me.
"What's going on?" I turned my attention to her. She was delicately putting the now baked mochis into a small and nice looking bento. She was also humming a tune of her own.
"I've made extra mochis. Do you mind going over with me to the neighbours and give them some?" She asked and my heart skipped a beat.
"Why?!" I yelled, very outraged that she'd ask something like that to me. She gave me a warning glare. "Well, I'm not sorry! I'm not going." I replied, folding my arms to show just how much I was annoyed.
"Aoi, the Takashima family are very generous people. It's common courtesy to show them how nice we also are." She explained, placing the last mochi in the bento box and closing it, attaching the cover to the box with a red thread.
"But Miss Takashima's your friend, not mine!" And now I kind of understand why my mom was angry, but back then, I didn't want to see reason to it. I didn't want people to look at me weirdly and I didn't want anyone to judge me at all. And it took me by surprise when I found out that's what I've been doing to Kouyou.
And it ended like always. My mom always had and still had what she wanted. So we both walked down to the Takashima household, much to my displeasure, with a bento box full of strawberry mochi. Kouyou's mom just opened the door and lead us in with a big thankful smile. I tried not to pout too much in front of her, since mom told me I'd be grounded if I acted like a moron. The interior of their house was slightly different from ours, but the way it's been built was exactly the same. It felt strange, sort of like going home, but a differently decorated home.
"Waah! You grew up a little didn't you Aoi?" Miss Takashima said, using almost the same enthusiasm her son was speaking with. She smiled and I realized her face was slightly different from her son's. When he smiled, Kouyou had little sparkling eyes that you just couldn't miss not seeing how his eyelids transformed into a fine black line. Also, when he laughed, there was no shyness unlike with his mother's case, casting a hand in front of her teeth to hide her open mouth. He just went completely out of himself, not even bothering to look great as he just laughed out what was funny, reminding me of a horse or something along that line. I wonder how I was able to tell how different they were, since I spent my entire time trying to avoid looking at him.
Anyway, our mothers continued to exchange news, until miss Takashima suddenly remembered I was there.
"Ah, that's right. Let me call Kou-chan for you." And she climbed three steps on the stairway to the second floor, gently calling Kouyou's name. After a few attempts and still no reply, she sighed and looked at me. "Just go to the last door on your right." she directed me and with no motivation or anything, I just lazily climbed the stairs while our mothers' voices disappeared into another room. The last door to my right. That was exactly the opposite window from my room. I unwantedly shuddered.
Many strange ideas just popped up in my head. I was scared, very scared. I mean, I thought he had many strange and dark things in his room... black sheets, skeletons, daggers, animal corpses... I really didn't want to be where I was. My feet brought me to his room nonetheless so I couldn't back off anymore. I just stood there, heart beating increasingly loud.
My hand reached the door when I couldn't take it anymore, and I knocked on it. There were no signs of a response, so I called out. "Um... Hello?" still, everything was silent, no sign of life. I took a hold of the door knob, twisting it and opening it, waiting for the most horrid sight ever. But there were no hearts in pots, no skeletons on display, no dead and dissected animals, no blood at all. His room was a bit messy with newsprint and huge books lying on his desk and around his chair. Except for a strange looking doll with black long and nicely cut hair, his dark curtains and bedsheets, nothing was out of the ordinary.
I went to the desk and noticed what he was probably reading. Something about people finding footprints of a yeti in the Himalayas. Some words were highlited in red or circled in orange on every newsprints. I picked a particular book called "7 myteries of Humankind" and I shuddered. Ok, there were no doubts. He was extremely deranged.
A sudden noise made me turn around and he was standing in front of his door frame, looking at me with incredulous eyes.
"Um.. I eh... I was... uhh..." Yeah, I sounded pretty dumb. He rubbed his eyes, a smile creeping up his lips.
"I can't believe it actually worked!" He yelled, mumbling to himself about a special ritual he was doing with white magic. I looked at him with a haughty glare, not really wanting to be where I was in the first place. He came up to me and bowed. "I'm glad to have you here in my humble domain." He said happily and I stepped away, trying not to think about running out of here. He simply giggled and offered me to sit on his bed, which was incredibly cozy. There was an awkward silent that followed after he and I sat our buttox somewhere. He turned to his papers and fumbled through them, seemingly very concentrated about what he was doing and totally didn't give a care if I was there or not. I was not happy at all. I mean, he went through all the trouble to talk to me on a daily basis, and when I'm actually there for the entertainment, he doesn't give a crap!
It went on for another few minutes, and he opened his books, circling "Rosswell UFO crash" in red. And I couldn't take it anymore. He had to pay attention to me.
"There's going to be a documentary on UFOs tonight on channel 4." I said and he turned his head to me, surprised as if he just noticed I was there. He blinked his eyes a few times, letting the information sink in.
"Really?" He smiled. I bit the interior of my lips. I couldn't believe I even wanted to converse with him.
"Yeah, Roswell, 1947 right? I saw it on TV before coming here." I replied, looking at anything but him. I spared a glance to his face and his pierced ears blushed. I felt uncomfortable for a moment as he tried to let words out, but couldn't find the courage to tell me. My heart gave an unpalatable squeaze.
"Thanks." He finally said and I felt myself flutter a little. I just shook my head, doing the best I could to act as if it didn't matter to me. He smiled to himself again and this time, his cheeks were reddened. "Do you want to watch it with me?" He asked, bitting his lips as if he was fearing a rejection from my part... because that's what I've given him ever since we met. I sighed.
"Sure." And he lifted his head as fast as lightning, blabbing about how it was interesting and how he was resolute about finding out the truth and what the government was hiding.
I shouldn't have agreed, but I did nonetheless. I shouldn't have been acting as if I didn't mind, but for a hot and short month of Summer, I did care.
*
As all the happy stuff in the world had to come to an end, Summer vacations were over and school and summer homeworks to correct was what was waiting for my friends and I.
Reita and Kai went to Cuba, since their families were long-time friends, so when I saw them back at school, I couldn't stop but laugh at how tanned they were. Manabu had black bags under his eyes since he did all his homeworks in one go the day before with Miku, who was strangely super hyperactive. Everyone was happy to see each other again, even I was glad to see the smirking teacher in the hallways. So kids in my class who say they don't like school, believe me, it's not that true. We sat at our usual spot before the start of the class. Reita started to brag about how he saved Kai from a jellyfish when they were swimming in the sea, showing off his cicatrized trophy on his rib, pressing eveyone to touch and saying stuff like it didn't sting that much(that got Kai to roll his eyes).
Then, out of the blue, I saw blond hair making its way to where I was sitting, surrounded by my clique of friends. Again, people automatically turned their attention to Kouyou, murmuring stuff among themselves and sneering at his act. They were probably thinking how stupid he was for not understanding my many rejections, or how of an idiot he looked like, or just hating on him because that was what the majority were doing. He appeared in front of me, hands full of homeworks papers. He gave me a toothy smile.
"Good morning, Aoi!" He said, enthusiasm spazzing from his body. A circle of curious students was forming around my friends, him and I. Manabu was far too tired to really tease Kouyou, but the look on his face was something akin to being pissed off. Kai looked surprised, probably wishing for Kouyou to go somewhere far from us from fear of people mistreating the poor blond. Reita seemed bored but took a hold of Manabu's arms, in case the idiot would react violently and Miku was just scoffing at Kou's acts. Everyone was expecting to laugh altogether, everyone was expecting me to act meanly as I've always did. But I thought nothing of them for a moment and considered Kouyou's feelings, considered what I also wanted... and considered the Summer we were forced to spend together.
I laughed and grinned.
"Good morning, Kou."
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Author's note: Honestly, I feel that the way they got close was a little rushed... but it all ends in the next chapter, so they have to be close! xD Hope you guys enjoyed and as for the next update, I can't be too sure when I'll finish it because College is starting tomorrow. Hope you guys enjoyed!