手紙 (Tegami) Chapter Two: Chinese Pork Buns?
lol, chapter two guys. prolly not going to update this in a while. SO BUSY OMFG. D;
Title: 手紙 (Tegami)
Author: Mika
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto/OC
Rating: PG-13 (because of coarse language)
Genre: Angst
Summary: Nakajima Yuto never thought much about the fan letters he received. He was happy that there were so many fans that adored him, but sometimes.. It could be a pain to read through every single one. He was one day leafing through a new pile of letters, and he came across a plain white envelope that had his name on it. No decorations, no nothing. Intrigued, he picked it up and began to examine the contents. A simple one paged lined paper, included with a photograph of scenery. The letter was about a girl and her life. She treated the letter as some sort of Diary or Pen pal letter rather than a fan letter. He found himself interested in the letter. And she kept sending more, each with a new picture. She says she's a photographer. Each photo so real that he could almost feel the scenery around him. Yuto found himself striving to read the letters as she goes through hardships. Everything in her life goes wrong. He wants to comfort, he wants to help... but all he can do is read.
What I hated most was when people pitied me. Sure, you know I'm not having the best of days, but maybe it's better if you left me the fuck alone. Especially on Mondays; I hated Mondays. For one thing, it was the start of the week, which was tiring on its own.
The start of the week began with me waking up late. When you live in Japan, waking up late on a weekday is like opening the gates to hell.
Bring bring
What was that terrible sound? I rolled over and stuffed my head into my pillow to mask the high pitched ringing. It didn't seem to help. I blindly reached for the alarm and slammed my hand down several times, hoping to turn off the noise. I missed.
“Ouch!” the pain woke me from my reverie. My eyes darted to the ringing digital clock and glanced at the time. Shit. I threw off the covers and ran myself over to the closet, throwing off my night clothes as I went. How smart of me to fall asleep at four a.m. I cursed myself silently over and over as I threw on my uniform and packed my books.
I burst out my room door just to collide with my younger brother, almost sending him across the hall. I lashed out and steadied him before that could happen.
“G'morning Raiya,” I managed to mumble as I rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
“Nii-chan, you're going to be late!” he yelled after me.
As if I didn't know that already.
I called out my goodbyes to my parents as I ran out the front door, without bothering to grab any breakfast. I glanced at my watch. I had five minutes to catch the train before I was completely late. I pulled my shoulder bag up higher and broke into a full frontal sprint.
Crash
Apparently I had completely run over this one girl. We both crashed down onto the floor, papers flew everywhere.
“I'm so sorry!” I jumped up as quickly as I could and helped gather up the papers in a hurry. I never got a good look at her face, I wasn't looking. After gathering up the papers, I handed them back to her. She had her head down, but she nodded thanks and took the papers. With no time to spare, I quickly muttered another apology and dashed away. The last thing I remembered seeing was a dark blue scarf.
---
“Hey Yuto, you ready for the test?” asked Yuri, he shuffled the notes in his hands.
“Test!?” I nearly screamed. What a lucky day I was in for. A few students around me turned around and stared at me with raised eyebrows. I immediately lowered my voice, “on what?”
The shorter boy looked up from his papers, “Remember, we have an English test?”
Then the memories clicked into place, “Crap, I didn't study one bit!”
I buried my face into my arms and groaned. How could I have forgotten? I'm usually the one reminding people about the tests. I'm usually one of the most studious.
“I think I can tell,” came Ryosuke's voice, he was chuckling, “how could you forget, Yuto?”
“I don't know,” I moaned, and looked up at my friend helplessly, “what am I going to do?”
“You can start by at least cramming some of that information into that brain of yours,” Ryosuke passed me a notebook, “here; you can look over my notes.”
I accepted the notebook graciously, “You have no idea how much I need to repay you for this.”
He waved it off with a flick of his hand, “You've been out of it for a while now. I think I know how to help out a friend. Besides, I've studied enough of that stuff anyways.”
I thanked him again and attacked the notebook in front of me, trying to memorize all the information written down on each page. My head spun with all the words trying to make their way into my thoughts. My eyes were drooping. Not a good sign. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head away from the sleep, then stared back at the page. Again, my vision blurred, my head nodded a little before I caught myself. Stop that. I scolded myself. Just six more hours of staying awake and I'd be home free.
Ding dong
I snapped out of my thoughts as the school bell rang. Well, I was screwed. My eyes frantically flew across the notebook once more, trying to memorize as much as I could.
“Good morning, class.”
“Good morning, sensei,” we all mumbled in reply. My eyes were still glued to the notebook on my desk. Maybe if I stared at it long enough, the notes will burn into my retinas like photographic memory. Hah. As if.
“Put all your books away, it's time for the test.”
Now I was officially screwed. Reluctantly, I closed the notebook and threw it into my bag. There was a rustle of papers as students sat back into their seats and put away their books. I fought the urge to groan out loud. There was nothing I could do at this time.
Then I was handed a sheet of paper. Good, that means the test isn't that large.
“This whole sheet marks up to 100,” called out the teacher, “make sure to do well.”
Well that was wonderful news. Ruin my moment of hope why don't you. I brought my attention back to the sheet of paper on my desk. I might as well fill out as much as I can remember. Maybe that would give me a few more marks?
I pulled the paper towards me and clicked my pencil a few times. I read over the page... and then read over it again. Was it just me or did I not understand a single word? Furrowing my eyebrows, I re-read the question again, hoping that it would remotely make some sense to me.
How could I not remember a single detail? I racked my brain for memories of any possible answer to the questions written onto the page. I vaguely remember translating a few sentences in class. I attacked the page with as much information as I possibly could.
"Five more minutes."
Shoot. I had three questions fully written out. In a last resort, I scribbled a few random answers down. Hopefully they could be right by chance. Thank God for multiple choice.
"Pass your papers to the front please," called the teacher.
I sighed and passed my paper in front of me. Yuri gave me a concerned look as he took my test paper.
"How'd you do?" he asked.
I sighed, "Terrible. I guessed most of it."
"Pray that those guesses could have been right," he replied, "what did you get on number seven?"
"Uhm... B I think." I winced, waiting for his reaction.
He winced as well. I slammed my head against the desk.
"What am I going to tell my parents?!" I asked, distressed.
“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” came Ryosuke’s voice from behind me, “that was just one question you got wrong. Maybe you got the rest of them right?”
“Hopefully,” I sighed. That would be a fucking miracle if it were true.
---
I read over the script in my hands. These lines would probably be easy to memorize in a few months’ time.
“I’m kinda glad I don’t have many lines for concerts,” murmured Keito from the seat beside me, “a little less workload.”
“I feel bad for Ryosuke,” I chuckled. Keito laughed in reply and turned back to his script.
“While you’re reading those scripts, maybe look through some fan mail while you’re at it.”
Another box, filled to the brim with letters was set in the middle of our circle of chairs. I was the first to stand. Yasuda was the first thing that popped into my mind when I made my way over to the cardboard box. I wondered if she was feeling okay.
“Oooh Yuto, you’re eager to look at your fan mail,” Hikaru teased as he made his way over.
“I just don’t feel like looking at my script,” I defended. I frowned as I searched the box. Where was that white envelope?
“Suure you don’t,” Hikaru rolled his eyes, and looked down at the box, “hey what’s taking you so long? Just grab a pile and go.”
“I’m just making sure I’m only grabbing my fan mail,” I grinned up at him, “or I can just take yours.”
Hikaru laughed and began rummaging through the box as well. Where the hell was that letter? I frowned. Did she write one yet? I shook my head. Why was I expecting it so much? It’s just a stupid letter.
“Wow, this is some decorative letter,” came a sarcastic remark from Hikaru. He was holding up an envelope. No decorations save for my name, “It’s for you.”
I quickly snatched it from his hands, “Gimme that.”
“Woah, Yuto calm down. It’s just a letter,” Hikaru put up hands, surprise washing over his eyes. A few other members of JUMP gave me strange looks.
“Sorry,” I tried to cover my actions with a laugh, “I just wanted to see the letter.”
We all joked and laughed it off. I gave myself a mental slap for being so stupid. But then again, I haven’t even begun to fathom the fact that I was so intrigued by these letters. I took a handful of letters addressed to me and sat back down in my seat, stuffing Emi’s letter into my jacket pocket when all eyes were turned.
---
Well hello there. Looks like I’m here to bother you again. Not like you would be reading this in the first place anyways.
I despise Mondays. Waking up late is not a smart thing to do living in a place like Japan, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened to me yesterday morning.
Wow, coincidence much? I chuckled to myself and read on.
At least I got to school on time, though. Not to mention with a few scraped knees. Falling while running is probably not the smartest thing to do. But I did get to go to the nurse’s office to clean my wounds. Now that was some good luck right there. I didn’t have to exercise in gym class either because of my bandaged knees. Score!
Speaking of school, that Ryuuichi dude was looking at me again today. This time, he didn’t look away when our eyes met. I would have kindly asked what the fuck was his deal, but I thought not to instead.
Again, I found that feeling growing inside of me. Anger? Frustration? Killing intent? I had no idea, but it was there. I frowned and looked back at the letter.
As for home life, I don’t see mother anymore. She left again without saying a word. I’m starting to worry for her well being. I really hope she’s okay. When she comes home again, I’ll prepare her some new food I learned to cook. Did I mention before? I’m learning how to cook foreign types of food. I’ve just recently learned how to make Chinese pork buns. Cool, huh?
Wow, that’s an interesting life I have, don’t I? If I could pour sarcasm into that sentence, I would. But I guess sarcasm doesn’t work as well in writing, does it?
Anyways, that’s all I want to write about today. Take care.
Sincerely,
Yasuda Emi
保田絵美
Oh! YasuMi!
お！保美！
I took out the photograph tucked into the envelope. I chuckled aloud at the picture. It was of a few Chinese pork buns piled neatly onto a porcelain plate. The plate sat upon a window sill. Through the window, I could see the scenery of the city behind it.
I would have given these to you, but we can’t send food.
I grinned. I wouldn’t have minded to get a few pork buns in the mail.
Title: 手紙 (Tegami)
Author: Mika
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto/OC
Rating: PG-13 (because of coarse language)
Genre: Angst
Summary: Nakajima Yuto never thought much about the fan letters he received. He was happy that there were so many fans that adored him, but sometimes.. It could be a pain to read through every single one. He was one day leafing through a new pile of letters, and he came across a plain white envelope that had his name on it. No decorations, no nothing. Intrigued, he picked it up and began to examine the contents. A simple one paged lined paper, included with a photograph of scenery. The letter was about a girl and her life. She treated the letter as some sort of Diary or Pen pal letter rather than a fan letter. He found himself interested in the letter. And she kept sending more, each with a new picture. She says she's a photographer. Each photo so real that he could almost feel the scenery around him. Yuto found himself striving to read the letters as she goes through hardships. Everything in her life goes wrong. He wants to comfort, he wants to help... but all he can do is read.
What I hated most was when people pitied me. Sure, you know I'm not having the best of days, but maybe it's better if you left me the fuck alone. Especially on Mondays; I hated Mondays. For one thing, it was the start of the week, which was tiring on its own.
The start of the week began with me waking up late. When you live in Japan, waking up late on a weekday is like opening the gates to hell.
Bring bring
What was that terrible sound? I rolled over and stuffed my head into my pillow to mask the high pitched ringing. It didn't seem to help. I blindly reached for the alarm and slammed my hand down several times, hoping to turn off the noise. I missed.
“Ouch!” the pain woke me from my reverie. My eyes darted to the ringing digital clock and glanced at the time. Shit. I threw off the covers and ran myself over to the closet, throwing off my night clothes as I went. How smart of me to fall asleep at four a.m. I cursed myself silently over and over as I threw on my uniform and packed my books.
I burst out my room door just to collide with my younger brother, almost sending him across the hall. I lashed out and steadied him before that could happen.
“G'morning Raiya,” I managed to mumble as I rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
“Nii-chan, you're going to be late!” he yelled after me.
As if I didn't know that already.
I called out my goodbyes to my parents as I ran out the front door, without bothering to grab any breakfast. I glanced at my watch. I had five minutes to catch the train before I was completely late. I pulled my shoulder bag up higher and broke into a full frontal sprint.
Crash
Apparently I had completely run over this one girl. We both crashed down onto the floor, papers flew everywhere.
“I'm so sorry!” I jumped up as quickly as I could and helped gather up the papers in a hurry. I never got a good look at her face, I wasn't looking. After gathering up the papers, I handed them back to her. She had her head down, but she nodded thanks and took the papers. With no time to spare, I quickly muttered another apology and dashed away. The last thing I remembered seeing was a dark blue scarf.
---
“Hey Yuto, you ready for the test?” asked Yuri, he shuffled the notes in his hands.
“Test!?” I nearly screamed. What a lucky day I was in for. A few students around me turned around and stared at me with raised eyebrows. I immediately lowered my voice, “on what?”
The shorter boy looked up from his papers, “Remember, we have an English test?”
Then the memories clicked into place, “Crap, I didn't study one bit!”
I buried my face into my arms and groaned. How could I have forgotten? I'm usually the one reminding people about the tests. I'm usually one of the most studious.
“I think I can tell,” came Ryosuke's voice, he was chuckling, “how could you forget, Yuto?”
“I don't know,” I moaned, and looked up at my friend helplessly, “what am I going to do?”
“You can start by at least cramming some of that information into that brain of yours,” Ryosuke passed me a notebook, “here; you can look over my notes.”
I accepted the notebook graciously, “You have no idea how much I need to repay you for this.”
He waved it off with a flick of his hand, “You've been out of it for a while now. I think I know how to help out a friend. Besides, I've studied enough of that stuff anyways.”
I thanked him again and attacked the notebook in front of me, trying to memorize all the information written down on each page. My head spun with all the words trying to make their way into my thoughts. My eyes were drooping. Not a good sign. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head away from the sleep, then stared back at the page. Again, my vision blurred, my head nodded a little before I caught myself. Stop that. I scolded myself. Just six more hours of staying awake and I'd be home free.
Ding dong
I snapped out of my thoughts as the school bell rang. Well, I was screwed. My eyes frantically flew across the notebook once more, trying to memorize as much as I could.
“Good morning, class.”
“Good morning, sensei,” we all mumbled in reply. My eyes were still glued to the notebook on my desk. Maybe if I stared at it long enough, the notes will burn into my retinas like photographic memory. Hah. As if.
“Put all your books away, it's time for the test.”
Now I was officially screwed. Reluctantly, I closed the notebook and threw it into my bag. There was a rustle of papers as students sat back into their seats and put away their books. I fought the urge to groan out loud. There was nothing I could do at this time.
Then I was handed a sheet of paper. Good, that means the test isn't that large.
“This whole sheet marks up to 100,” called out the teacher, “make sure to do well.”
Well that was wonderful news. Ruin my moment of hope why don't you. I brought my attention back to the sheet of paper on my desk. I might as well fill out as much as I can remember. Maybe that would give me a few more marks?
I pulled the paper towards me and clicked my pencil a few times. I read over the page... and then read over it again. Was it just me or did I not understand a single word? Furrowing my eyebrows, I re-read the question again, hoping that it would remotely make some sense to me.
How could I not remember a single detail? I racked my brain for memories of any possible answer to the questions written onto the page. I vaguely remember translating a few sentences in class. I attacked the page with as much information as I possibly could.
"Five more minutes."
Shoot. I had three questions fully written out. In a last resort, I scribbled a few random answers down. Hopefully they could be right by chance. Thank God for multiple choice.
"Pass your papers to the front please," called the teacher.
I sighed and passed my paper in front of me. Yuri gave me a concerned look as he took my test paper.
"How'd you do?" he asked.
I sighed, "Terrible. I guessed most of it."
"Pray that those guesses could have been right," he replied, "what did you get on number seven?"
"Uhm... B I think." I winced, waiting for his reaction.
He winced as well. I slammed my head against the desk.
"What am I going to tell my parents?!" I asked, distressed.
“I’m sure it can’t be that bad,” came Ryosuke’s voice from behind me, “that was just one question you got wrong. Maybe you got the rest of them right?”
“Hopefully,” I sighed. That would be a fucking miracle if it were true.
---
I read over the script in my hands. These lines would probably be easy to memorize in a few months’ time.
“I’m kinda glad I don’t have many lines for concerts,” murmured Keito from the seat beside me, “a little less workload.”
“I feel bad for Ryosuke,” I chuckled. Keito laughed in reply and turned back to his script.
“While you’re reading those scripts, maybe look through some fan mail while you’re at it.”
Another box, filled to the brim with letters was set in the middle of our circle of chairs. I was the first to stand. Yasuda was the first thing that popped into my mind when I made my way over to the cardboard box. I wondered if she was feeling okay.
“Oooh Yuto, you’re eager to look at your fan mail,” Hikaru teased as he made his way over.
“I just don’t feel like looking at my script,” I defended. I frowned as I searched the box. Where was that white envelope?
“Suure you don’t,” Hikaru rolled his eyes, and looked down at the box, “hey what’s taking you so long? Just grab a pile and go.”
“I’m just making sure I’m only grabbing my fan mail,” I grinned up at him, “or I can just take yours.”
Hikaru laughed and began rummaging through the box as well. Where the hell was that letter? I frowned. Did she write one yet? I shook my head. Why was I expecting it so much? It’s just a stupid letter.
“Wow, this is some decorative letter,” came a sarcastic remark from Hikaru. He was holding up an envelope. No decorations save for my name, “It’s for you.”
I quickly snatched it from his hands, “Gimme that.”
“Woah, Yuto calm down. It’s just a letter,” Hikaru put up hands, surprise washing over his eyes. A few other members of JUMP gave me strange looks.
“Sorry,” I tried to cover my actions with a laugh, “I just wanted to see the letter.”
We all joked and laughed it off. I gave myself a mental slap for being so stupid. But then again, I haven’t even begun to fathom the fact that I was so intrigued by these letters. I took a handful of letters addressed to me and sat back down in my seat, stuffing Emi’s letter into my jacket pocket when all eyes were turned.
---
Well hello there. Looks like I’m here to bother you again. Not like you would be reading this in the first place anyways.
I despise Mondays. Waking up late is not a smart thing to do living in a place like Japan, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened to me yesterday morning.
Wow, coincidence much? I chuckled to myself and read on.
At least I got to school on time, though. Not to mention with a few scraped knees. Falling while running is probably not the smartest thing to do. But I did get to go to the nurse’s office to clean my wounds. Now that was some good luck right there. I didn’t have to exercise in gym class either because of my bandaged knees. Score!
Speaking of school, that Ryuuichi dude was looking at me again today. This time, he didn’t look away when our eyes met. I would have kindly asked what the fuck was his deal, but I thought not to instead.
Again, I found that feeling growing inside of me. Anger? Frustration? Killing intent? I had no idea, but it was there. I frowned and looked back at the letter.
As for home life, I don’t see mother anymore. She left again without saying a word. I’m starting to worry for her well being. I really hope she’s okay. When she comes home again, I’ll prepare her some new food I learned to cook. Did I mention before? I’m learning how to cook foreign types of food. I’ve just recently learned how to make Chinese pork buns. Cool, huh?
Wow, that’s an interesting life I have, don’t I? If I could pour sarcasm into that sentence, I would. But I guess sarcasm doesn’t work as well in writing, does it?
Anyways, that’s all I want to write about today. Take care.
Sincerely,
Yasuda Emi
保田絵美
Oh! YasuMi!
お！保美！
I took out the photograph tucked into the envelope. I chuckled aloud at the picture. It was of a few Chinese pork buns piled neatly onto a porcelain plate. The plate sat upon a window sill. Through the window, I could see the scenery of the city behind it.
I would have given these to you, but we can’t send food.
I grinned. I wouldn’t have minded to get a few pork buns in the mail.