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Better Off...
Title: Better Off...
Genre: Angst
Story Type: Drabble
Rating: K
Summary: Written for "Drabble Challenge #3: The Single Sentence Challenge"
I didn't think anyone was home that day
when I returned after school finished although I was early than usual
because he wouldn’t be home, he meaning the guy I was living with, my
husband, aged 23, the guy I was forced to marry due to my parents’
forcing me just to clear their dept that they were willing to sell me
to a total stranger who needed a wife to keep women away so when I saw
him home, I couldn’t help but think I’m better off with him who treats
me like a family than my own family.
Labels: fanfic
Anata ga Kirai/Suki Desu
Title: Anata ga Kirai/Suki Desu aka I Hate/Love You
Genre: Romance, Angst
Genre: Romance, Angst
Pairings: Miura Haruma/Inoue Mao
Story Type: One Shot
Rating: Rated K+
Rating: Rated K+
Summary: He was dared to sleep with me while I was forced.
That night he broke through my barrier, taken away my innocence and scarred me for life.
Now that he had returned in my life, what should I do to the guy who destroyed me?
That night he broke through my barrier, taken away my innocence and scarred me for life.
Now that he had returned in my life, what should I do to the guy who destroyed me?
Credits:
Thanking Markie Artwork @ Adorable Luv for making this A-MA-ZING poster for me! Thank you so much!
Disclaimer
The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
That bastard returned from overseas. He was in the same school and the same class as me. It has been two years since that night he destroyed me.
Two years, and I couldn't forget that night.
I was fourteen years old and already looking like an adult. Because of my early developed body, I took advantage of it and dressed up like an adult. It may be the reason I had boys falling for me every day. It may also be the reason I was popular and the jealousy of all the girls.
He was also the popular guy in school yet we never talked. One day, our paths crossed. It was a high school party and I was a gatecrasher just because I was curious what a high school party was like.
I wish I had never gone. That incident would never have happened.
That night at the party his friends dared him to sleep with me. They thought I was easy. They never cared how innocent I was inside.
That night at the party I was forced to sleep with him. It was too late when I realised what his plans were. He lured me to an isolated part of the house. I at first thought he was being nice as the music and the drink was too much for me, but what a fool I was. As soon as we were alone, he jumped on me. I couldn't fight him off. He was strong, he was a guy. He didn't care that I was screaming, crying or begging him to stop. He didn't care that he was hurting me.
That night my world came to a standstill. He had broken through my barrier, he had taken away my innocence and he had scarred me for life.
After that night, I never saw him again. He never came back to school nor was I there to notice. It was a few months later when I was able to return to school, did I learn he had travelled abroad with his family. By then I was no longer the naive popular girl.
I was a high school girl now. I had matured into a girl who lost all trust in people, a girl who was emotionally scarred and the girl who was frightened of all males.
He had no idea what he had done to me.
Yet, here he was back. Smiling, laughing with the other students. He probably never thought back to that night whereas I could never forget the living nightmare that still haunts me.
He was once again a popular student. I was not. I was anti-social, refusing to make friends, refusing to let anyone in my scarred heart.
Two months later since he had returned, he finally spoke to me. I glared at him for having the nerve to smile at me after what he had done.
“My name is Miura Haruma,” he introduced himself like I didn't know him. “You’re Inoue Mao, right?” I refused to talk to him or look him straight in the eye. He went on talking as I sat on my desk ignoring his existence. The other students were doing their own thing as it was a free period. “I’ve talked to everyone in class but never you. You’re always by yourself.” He paused as a thought occurred. “Ah, I heard you don't like guys. Is there a reason for it?”
Anger boiled inside me. That bastard had the nerve to ask me that question. I scraped my chair back and stood up. He took a step back as he had been leaning on my desk to speak to me. I raised my hand and before he could phantom what was going to happen next, I slapped him. My classmates stopped what they were doing and stared at me in shock.
Without a word I walked out of the classroom, leaving everyone and him wondering what the slap was for.
The next time we spoke was the next day. My classmates had been shunning me the whole day which didn't affect me as I never spoke to them in the first place. I was eating my lunch at the roof top that was like a sanctuary to me until he turned up. At first I saw the surprised look on his face when he spotted me but then his face expression turned cloudy stopping me from reading him.
“You may hate me,” he spoke, anger could be detected in his voice, “but that doesn't mean you can just slap any guy.”
I glared at him, pushing my lunch box away as I had lost my appetite.
“If you don't leave now, I will get angry,” I said although anger was already building inside me.
He let out a dry laugh. “You’re getting angry? I’m the one who’s angry. Why did I have to be slapped for? Especially in front of everyone!”
“You ask me why?” I choked. I stood up from the bench and stalked up to him, my face just inches away from him. “Did you really forget?”
His anger suddenly subsided and confusion spread across his face. “Forget?” he echoed. “Do I know you? Is that why you’re angry? Because I forgot you?”
I blew a frustrated breath of air. “Bastard,” I cursed under my breath. He really forgot what he had done. While I lived in misery, he had been living a blissful life. “Go die!” I shouted, taking him by surprise once again. I turned on my heel and left. Because he ruined my mood I went straight home.
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I did not return to school until the following Monday. At the sight of him I felt sick and spent the morning resting in the infirmary where he had found me during lunch break.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked.
I was lying on the bed, my back facing him which was why I had no idea he had entered. I stilled at the sound of his voice. I then whipped around and sat up abruptly.
“W-what are you doing h-here?” I stuttered.
I glanced around searching for the school nurse who was nowhere to be seen, I was alarmed to be alone with him and I brought the white sheet closer to me like a protective shield.
“I was looking for you.”
My eyes widened. I shifted away from him on the bed, coming to the edge of the bed and on the verge of falling off.
“Why are you getting scared?” he questioned in disbelief. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Liar!” I roared as I recalled the night. “Don't lie to me, you bastard!”
“I’m not lying,” he protested. “Why would you think that?”
I clamped my ears and shook my head. “No!” I screamed. “Get away from me!”
He advanced forward in an attempt to stop me from screaming only I got even more scared and the night he raped me became so vivid that I was hysteric. The school nurse finally came with the other teachers after hearing me. They even tried to stop me but the images would not stop replaying in my head. It was when the screaming and trying to push everyone away became tiring, I gave in to exhaustion and fell unconscious.
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I never saw him for weeks after since summer break had started, after I refused to return to school that week the incident in the infirmary occurred. Summer break ended and I was forced to go back to school as my parents thought I was missing too much of it lately. They had no idea about my rapist attending that school but they also had no idea what had happened two years ago. No one but I knew what had happened.
In science class I was forced to partner up with him as a lab partner despite my protest. Even he protested. After the incident at the infirmary he refused to look at me. It suited me fine. The teacher refused to change partners and they were being graded for the project.
The deadline was in two weeks which meant I was stuck with him for that long. We would meet in the library after school. We hardly spoke, only a few words would be exchanged because of our work. It only went on for the first week.
“This is ridiculous!” he exclaimed an hour later after we met up at the library on the Monday. I glanced up from the book I was reading for our research to see the frustration he was feeling. “I can’t stand it that I have to meet you every day after school for hours and we hardly speak!”
He was lucky that we were in a private room where it was special for some students. I made sure I was next to the door and I was always on guard. If he made any attempt to come closer, I would run out the room every time. He soon stopped moving from his seat until it was time to go.
“There is nothing ridiculous about it,” I said, holding my hand in a nonchalant gesture. “Why do we need to talk if we only need to do our work? Besides, I don't even want to talk to you, let alone be anywhere near you.”
He gasped. “I don't know why you hate me so much.” He paused as he recalled something. “You said I forgot something. Does that mean we knew each other before?”
I sent a chilling glare towards him. “Don't bring it up,” I warned.
“Why can’t you just tell me?”
“Every time I recall the past, I feel like I’m going to vomit. Every time I see your face, I remember and it makes me sick to the stomach. I still remember after that night how I would think of ways I would kill you.”
“Night? Kill me?”
I let out a short bitter laugh. “Ah, the ways I would think of killing you. How I wished you would never exist. How I wished you never destroyed me how you did.”
“What are you talking about?” he said in frustration, unable to understand me.
“Two years ago, do you not remember the night you raped me?”
He gasped. His eyes widened, his mouth hung open yet he could not utter a word.
“How could you forget the night you ruined me?” I went on accusing him. “How dare you forget what you have done? Did I never cross your mind at all?”
I was fuming once I finished. I got to my feet and left him still in shock. Tears welled at the corner of my eyes. My emotions that I tried to bury, were rushing back.
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The next day when I got to school, I was surprised to find him missing. I didn't know if I should be relieved or depressed. Did he think he could start ignoring me now? I wouldn't have cared if he never came back to school only the professor warned me that if we fail to do the project, he will flunk us.
Wednesday came and there was still no sign of him. I was getting anxious as I refused to come to after school classes for the rest of the year. After school, I got his address from the homeroom teacher, who was happy to know I cared although he had no idea what my real intentions were.
It took me half an hour to find his house. It was white and huge. I hesitated before I rang the bell on the gate and waited nervously. It shocked me that I was willing to find him even if it was for my grades. I thought I’d despise him so much that I wouldn't care. Yet, here I was.
“Yes?” a female voice startled me. I looked around to see if anyone came out to find the place still deserted. “Can I help you?” the voice I realised was coming from the intercom.
“Urm... I’m Miura-san’s classmate,” I spoke quietly.
“Oh,” the woman merely said. I thought she might refuse to let me in, but the heavy metal gates opened in front of me.
I slowly walked to the house. Just as I got to the door, the door opened and a maid stepped out. She slightly bowed at me respectfully then motioned me inside without a word. I wondered if it was okay for me to go in. My thoughts drifted to the expensive layout of the house and it finally dawned to me that Haruma Miura was a rich kid.
I was guided to the living room, walking right behind the maid who was a few inches taller than my five foot two inches height.
“You said my friend came...” I heard him say to the maid who stepped to a side for him to get a view of me. His voice trailed off when his eyes landed on me. A gasp escaped his mouth. “W-w-what are you doing here?”
The maid bowed at us and left us while I stayed silence. We stared at each other uncomfortably until I finally decided to speak.
“At least finish the project before you do a disappearing act,” I told him,
He frowned. “Aren’t you scared to be alone with me?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I am scared of you but I’m also scared of staying behind at school late.”
He sighed and walked to the sofas and I followed him to sit opposite him. Silence once again enveloped us. “I was thinking of that night all this time,” he began startling me.
“I didn't come here to talk about that,” I coldly replied.
“But I want to talk about it,” he persisted. “I want to explain myself. It’s not an excuse but I still want you to listen.”
I bit my bottom lip stopping myself from crying. I had enough of that for two years. I just wanted to forget everything and move on.
“Two years ago I was a selfish rich brat,” he continued taking my silence as a go-ahead. “I was immature and loved everyone’s attention on me. So, when my so-called friends dared me to sleep with you,” I winced at the word, “I was a fool to listen. But... I didn't know who you were. I thought you were a high school girl just like all the girls there. I thought you were experienced. I was drunk. I couldn't stop when you were crying under me. I’m sorry.”
I buried my face in my hands, shaking and crying now. I could feel his eyes on me but I kept crying. The tears that I thought had dried over the years were flowing uncontrollably.
“The next day when my friends told me who you were I felt disgusted with myself,” he said over my sobbing. “I never forgot. I could never forget. When the night became clear after the hangover, I never was able to sleep well again. The screaming, crying and begging haunted me. I didn't return to school as I could never face you again. Apologising would never have eased the pain I have caused you.
“But now I wish I did come back to apologise even if I wouldn't be forgiven rather that run away. I had no idea I have given you a phobia towards men. I had no idea I have ruined your life. You dressed so differently that I didn't recognise you. I didn't even know your name”
Although, I can never forgive him, hearing him tell me those things, lifted some resentment towards him. I felt some weight lifting from my chest. I felt like I could breathe. I cried my fullest. I promised it would be the last time I cried over my past. I was determined to stand back up again.
It must have been an hour later that I finally calmed down. I wiped the tears away and sat up from my position. My eyes widened seeing Haruma staring at me. He had not moved from his place and looked like he was in pain.
“Inoue-san,” he spoke hoarsely. It sounded like he had been crying rather than me. “I vow that I’ll make up at least five percent of the pain I caused you. I know I can never make up for the other ninety-five percent but that five percent, I’ll use all my life to make it up. I’ll help you with anything you want. I’ll be there for you from now on doing whatever it takes to bring you back to your feet.”
I nearly choked at his confession. It took me by surprise. “Don't,” I quickly said. “Don't promise me anything.”
“I want to!” he cut in. “I promise that I’d do anything to make sure you have a happy life.”
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After that vow he had made, he was true to it. We finished our project yet he stuck to me like glue in school and out. I was still cold towards him but I never pushed him away. I was shocked at myself for able to put up with him.
Wasn't it the last two years I have been thinking of how I hated him? How I thought of murdering him in the most horrible way? It was strange I after those two years meeting him changed my thoughts all together.
I still haven’t forgiven him.
But I couldn't hate him any longer. Not when he was trying so hard to please me.
Although my other classmates tried to steer him away from me, the nerd me, he refused to hang out with them unless I would too. In the end I was forced to hang out with them. At first I hated hanging with them, but soon I began to enjoy myself. Without realising it, I was starting to open up to my classmates and they began liking my presence.
One time I walked home late in the evening because I had been hanging around with my classmates. Haruma had been ill that day so he hadn't turned up. I suddenly felt the chills going up my spine when I felt a presence behind me. I hastened my steps. I heard the person behind me increase their speed.
My breath hitched when I realised I have walked into a dead end. I whipped around to face the pursuer. A lewd guy stood in front of me, his eyes were droopy and his mouth quirked up in a smirk.
“Hey, little girl,” the guy snickered. “What is a girl like you doing out late?”
I looked over him trying to find ways I could escape without him catching me but there was no way out. I was trapped. Dreadful thoughts ran through my mind. Would I be raped again? Was once not enough?
I backed away to the wall as he advanced closer. I was shaking in fear. “No!” I screamed. “Get away!”
“Shut up, you bitch,” the guy yelled angrily. “No one’s coming to save you.”
Just when he tried to grab for me, his raised hand was caught by another hand, holding onto it tightly. I gasped. In the dark I could make out the tall silhouette. Haruma. After hanging around with him a lot, I could recognise him anywhere now, even in the dark.
“Who said no one will come to save her?” he said. His voice was haggard and he sounded breathless making me believe he had been running. “Bastard, if you don’t take a hike, I’ll castrate you.”
The guy cowered under his height. He then pulled his hand back and ran away. Haruma let out a breath of air and turned to me.
“Are you okay?” he quickly asked in concern. “He never touched you did he?”
I shook my head. “You came just in time,” I was glad my voice wasn't shaky like I felt. “I thought you were ill. What are you doing here?”
He let out another breath of air. “Hamano-chan,” he was referring to our classmate Hamano Ayumu, “said that you persisted to go home alone and was worried. I thought of how stupid you were and ran all the way here.”
I was touched. Even when he was ill, he came to my rescue. He was really taking his promise very seriously. “Thank you for coming,” I whispered and tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes. “Really, thank you.”
“Stupid girl,” he muttered. He fell forward.
I quickly stepped forward and caught him before he fell to ground. He had lost conscious. Once my skin touched his, I felt the heat emitting from him that was more than normal body heat.
“Stupid boy,” I muttered back. “Why are you doing this to me?”
I was referring to my heart that was pounding hard in my chest just holding him. I didn't want to admit, that I have started to fall for him, the guy who I had claimed to have ruined my life, had taken my innocence and scarred me. Lately I realised that my world that had been in a standstill because of him had started to move again and it was because of him.
Haruma Miura had destroyed me. Haruma Miura had saved me.
My train of thoughts was cut off when his weight was crushing me. My knees buckled and I fell on the dirty ground with him crashing down on top of me. I held his head up as I sat up straight and allowed his head to rest on my shoulder. It felt comfortable. Taking out my cell phone I called the Miura residence and asked them to come pick him up.
I sat there in the dark, listening to his breathing rhythm. I kept him close to my body, hoping to keep him warm.
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Through the winter break, I had presumed that I wouldn't see Haruma until the break ended but to my surprise he called me out the first day of our break. I had expected us to be hanging around with our classmates like we usually do. It was just the two of us.
For the first week, we watched movies, played in arcades, sang in a karaoke place and ate in different places. To me it felt like a date but I doubt Haruma thought the same way as I did. He was only obligated to be with me. On Christmas Day he took me to a very beautiful place up at the roof top of an abandoned factory. I wasn't frightened of being alone with him by then. He brought a cake, gave me a necklace as a present and waited to show me the fireworks that lit the night sky.
On New Year’s we met up with our classmates who wanted to hang out. I was a little upset that I couldn't be alone with him.
My classmate, Ryo Nishikido, noticed me pouted and questioned it out loud. “What’s up, Inoue-chan?”
I glared at him for bringing all the attention on me. I forced on a smile. “Nothing. I’m fine.” Seeing as he wasn't taking my answer seriously I went on. “It’s just it will be another year. I’m just thinking what I’m grateful for, that’s all.”
It seemed that he was finally satisfied with the answer. His girlfriend beside him agreed. “I know what you mean,” Ayumu exclaimed.
Christine, my other female classmate who is also our usual crowd, shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “You should be thinking that all the time. Be grateful for what you have, right Pi-kun?”
Pi, Tomohisa Yamashita, was Christine’s boyfriend. He nodded. “Of course, darling.”
It was always the six of us hanging around. There were four other guys, Keiichiro Koyama, Takahisa Masuda, Shigeki Kato and Yuya Tegoshi who would hang out with them some times. But those guys irked me the most as they were the biggest perverts. Actually, Ryo and Pi were also perverts but with their girlfriends keeping them on a leash, I wasn't scared of them as much. Though I was more open now, it was still hard for me to get close to guys.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Haruma asked as he walked me home. “You were quiet all this time.”
My head shot up to look him straight in the eye. I had no idea he had noticed. “I-I’m fine.”
“Really?” he wasn't convinced. “You’re talking to Haruma-sama here. You can’t hide anything from Haruma-sama.”
My mouth quirked up into a smile and then seconds later I burst out laughing. He had always made me laugh whenever he referred to himself in third person. Once my laughter died down, I looked at him seriously.
“Haruma-kun,” I said, “if you never returned I don't think I would have ever come out of my shell. No matter what happened in the past, I decided to bury it and move forward.”
He had that pained expression back on his face whenever he thought of what he had done. “I’m glad.”
My face softened. “So, you don't need to stay beside me as if you’re compelled to.”
He gasped. “I don't...”
“I like you,” I blurted out causing him to stop short on his protest. He clamped his mouth and stared at me in shock and confusion. “I never thought I’d fall for you but I have despite the past. Once I got to know the real you, I began to fall for you. Today’s the end of the year and we’re just friends. I want to start off next year being more friends.”
He kept his mouth shut tightly. I was dejected as I took his silence as a rejection.
“Sorry,” I quickly went on. “I had no idea that I was being selfish. I’m so sorry. I just blurted it out like that without thinking of your feelings. Forget what I said. We’ll stay as fr...”
A hand clamped my mouth stopping me from finishing the sentence. “Don't take it back,” he half-pleaded and half-cried out. “How could you possibly take it back after confessing?”
I didn't know what to think. Did that mean he wanted us to me more than friends?
“I like you too,” he admitted. “I just didn't want to tell you because I didn't deserve you after the pain I had caused you. I thought you would never return my feelings so I kept it to myself.” His face crumpled up as if he was about to cry. He let go of my mouth and traced my jaw line with the back of his hand. “To hear you say that you like me too, I don't know if I deserve it.”
I shook my head, causing him to drop his hands to his side, and cupped his chin and pulling it down. Before he could comprehend what I was going to do, I tiptoed to meet his lips. After a few seconds I pulled back and grinned toothily.
“Let’s forget about the past and think about our future,” I announced, letting go of his chin and taking a step back. “Since we both like each other, we’ll just start from there.”
A slow smile appeared on his mouth. He then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our faces were an inch away. We could feel each other’s breath. I gazed into his brown orbs.
“Yes,” he agreed, breathlessly. “Let’s start dating from tomorrow.”
I giggled only to be cut off when his mouth smacked into mine once, twice and many more times.
It was funny how I could fall in love with him, but I have fallen head over heels. My hate for him had grown to love. I don't know if I have forgiven him but I don't blame him anymore.
The past had been forgotten. The future had started to plan out for us. Even when we were dating, he always went an extra mile just to please me. Christine and Ayumu whined to their boyfriends demanding them to be sweet like Haruma while Ryo and Pi complained to Haruma to tone his love for me down.
That year there was so many changes. I no longer was an anti-social girl, I had friends and my heart wasn't scarred anymore. I loved him and he loved me back. That year my blissful life started with him...
Two years, and I couldn't forget that night.
I was fourteen years old and already looking like an adult. Because of my early developed body, I took advantage of it and dressed up like an adult. It may be the reason I had boys falling for me every day. It may also be the reason I was popular and the jealousy of all the girls.
He was also the popular guy in school yet we never talked. One day, our paths crossed. It was a high school party and I was a gatecrasher just because I was curious what a high school party was like.
I wish I had never gone. That incident would never have happened.
That night at the party his friends dared him to sleep with me. They thought I was easy. They never cared how innocent I was inside.
That night at the party I was forced to sleep with him. It was too late when I realised what his plans were. He lured me to an isolated part of the house. I at first thought he was being nice as the music and the drink was too much for me, but what a fool I was. As soon as we were alone, he jumped on me. I couldn't fight him off. He was strong, he was a guy. He didn't care that I was screaming, crying or begging him to stop. He didn't care that he was hurting me.
That night my world came to a standstill. He had broken through my barrier, he had taken away my innocence and he had scarred me for life.
After that night, I never saw him again. He never came back to school nor was I there to notice. It was a few months later when I was able to return to school, did I learn he had travelled abroad with his family. By then I was no longer the naive popular girl.
I was a high school girl now. I had matured into a girl who lost all trust in people, a girl who was emotionally scarred and the girl who was frightened of all males.
He had no idea what he had done to me.
Yet, here he was back. Smiling, laughing with the other students. He probably never thought back to that night whereas I could never forget the living nightmare that still haunts me.
He was once again a popular student. I was not. I was anti-social, refusing to make friends, refusing to let anyone in my scarred heart.
Two months later since he had returned, he finally spoke to me. I glared at him for having the nerve to smile at me after what he had done.
“My name is Miura Haruma,” he introduced himself like I didn't know him. “You’re Inoue Mao, right?” I refused to talk to him or look him straight in the eye. He went on talking as I sat on my desk ignoring his existence. The other students were doing their own thing as it was a free period. “I’ve talked to everyone in class but never you. You’re always by yourself.” He paused as a thought occurred. “Ah, I heard you don't like guys. Is there a reason for it?”
Anger boiled inside me. That bastard had the nerve to ask me that question. I scraped my chair back and stood up. He took a step back as he had been leaning on my desk to speak to me. I raised my hand and before he could phantom what was going to happen next, I slapped him. My classmates stopped what they were doing and stared at me in shock.
Without a word I walked out of the classroom, leaving everyone and him wondering what the slap was for.
The next time we spoke was the next day. My classmates had been shunning me the whole day which didn't affect me as I never spoke to them in the first place. I was eating my lunch at the roof top that was like a sanctuary to me until he turned up. At first I saw the surprised look on his face when he spotted me but then his face expression turned cloudy stopping me from reading him.
“You may hate me,” he spoke, anger could be detected in his voice, “but that doesn't mean you can just slap any guy.”
I glared at him, pushing my lunch box away as I had lost my appetite.
“If you don't leave now, I will get angry,” I said although anger was already building inside me.
He let out a dry laugh. “You’re getting angry? I’m the one who’s angry. Why did I have to be slapped for? Especially in front of everyone!”
“You ask me why?” I choked. I stood up from the bench and stalked up to him, my face just inches away from him. “Did you really forget?”
His anger suddenly subsided and confusion spread across his face. “Forget?” he echoed. “Do I know you? Is that why you’re angry? Because I forgot you?”
I blew a frustrated breath of air. “Bastard,” I cursed under my breath. He really forgot what he had done. While I lived in misery, he had been living a blissful life. “Go die!” I shouted, taking him by surprise once again. I turned on my heel and left. Because he ruined my mood I went straight home.
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I did not return to school until the following Monday. At the sight of him I felt sick and spent the morning resting in the infirmary where he had found me during lunch break.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked.
I was lying on the bed, my back facing him which was why I had no idea he had entered. I stilled at the sound of his voice. I then whipped around and sat up abruptly.
“W-what are you doing h-here?” I stuttered.
I glanced around searching for the school nurse who was nowhere to be seen, I was alarmed to be alone with him and I brought the white sheet closer to me like a protective shield.
“I was looking for you.”
My eyes widened. I shifted away from him on the bed, coming to the edge of the bed and on the verge of falling off.
“Why are you getting scared?” he questioned in disbelief. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Liar!” I roared as I recalled the night. “Don't lie to me, you bastard!”
“I’m not lying,” he protested. “Why would you think that?”
I clamped my ears and shook my head. “No!” I screamed. “Get away from me!”
He advanced forward in an attempt to stop me from screaming only I got even more scared and the night he raped me became so vivid that I was hysteric. The school nurse finally came with the other teachers after hearing me. They even tried to stop me but the images would not stop replaying in my head. It was when the screaming and trying to push everyone away became tiring, I gave in to exhaustion and fell unconscious.
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I never saw him for weeks after since summer break had started, after I refused to return to school that week the incident in the infirmary occurred. Summer break ended and I was forced to go back to school as my parents thought I was missing too much of it lately. They had no idea about my rapist attending that school but they also had no idea what had happened two years ago. No one but I knew what had happened.
In science class I was forced to partner up with him as a lab partner despite my protest. Even he protested. After the incident at the infirmary he refused to look at me. It suited me fine. The teacher refused to change partners and they were being graded for the project.
The deadline was in two weeks which meant I was stuck with him for that long. We would meet in the library after school. We hardly spoke, only a few words would be exchanged because of our work. It only went on for the first week.
“This is ridiculous!” he exclaimed an hour later after we met up at the library on the Monday. I glanced up from the book I was reading for our research to see the frustration he was feeling. “I can’t stand it that I have to meet you every day after school for hours and we hardly speak!”
He was lucky that we were in a private room where it was special for some students. I made sure I was next to the door and I was always on guard. If he made any attempt to come closer, I would run out the room every time. He soon stopped moving from his seat until it was time to go.
“There is nothing ridiculous about it,” I said, holding my hand in a nonchalant gesture. “Why do we need to talk if we only need to do our work? Besides, I don't even want to talk to you, let alone be anywhere near you.”
He gasped. “I don't know why you hate me so much.” He paused as he recalled something. “You said I forgot something. Does that mean we knew each other before?”
I sent a chilling glare towards him. “Don't bring it up,” I warned.
“Why can’t you just tell me?”
“Every time I recall the past, I feel like I’m going to vomit. Every time I see your face, I remember and it makes me sick to the stomach. I still remember after that night how I would think of ways I would kill you.”
“Night? Kill me?”
I let out a short bitter laugh. “Ah, the ways I would think of killing you. How I wished you would never exist. How I wished you never destroyed me how you did.”
“What are you talking about?” he said in frustration, unable to understand me.
“Two years ago, do you not remember the night you raped me?”
He gasped. His eyes widened, his mouth hung open yet he could not utter a word.
“How could you forget the night you ruined me?” I went on accusing him. “How dare you forget what you have done? Did I never cross your mind at all?”
I was fuming once I finished. I got to my feet and left him still in shock. Tears welled at the corner of my eyes. My emotions that I tried to bury, were rushing back.
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The next day when I got to school, I was surprised to find him missing. I didn't know if I should be relieved or depressed. Did he think he could start ignoring me now? I wouldn't have cared if he never came back to school only the professor warned me that if we fail to do the project, he will flunk us.
Wednesday came and there was still no sign of him. I was getting anxious as I refused to come to after school classes for the rest of the year. After school, I got his address from the homeroom teacher, who was happy to know I cared although he had no idea what my real intentions were.
It took me half an hour to find his house. It was white and huge. I hesitated before I rang the bell on the gate and waited nervously. It shocked me that I was willing to find him even if it was for my grades. I thought I’d despise him so much that I wouldn't care. Yet, here I was.
“Yes?” a female voice startled me. I looked around to see if anyone came out to find the place still deserted. “Can I help you?” the voice I realised was coming from the intercom.
“Urm... I’m Miura-san’s classmate,” I spoke quietly.
“Oh,” the woman merely said. I thought she might refuse to let me in, but the heavy metal gates opened in front of me.
I slowly walked to the house. Just as I got to the door, the door opened and a maid stepped out. She slightly bowed at me respectfully then motioned me inside without a word. I wondered if it was okay for me to go in. My thoughts drifted to the expensive layout of the house and it finally dawned to me that Haruma Miura was a rich kid.
I was guided to the living room, walking right behind the maid who was a few inches taller than my five foot two inches height.
“You said my friend came...” I heard him say to the maid who stepped to a side for him to get a view of me. His voice trailed off when his eyes landed on me. A gasp escaped his mouth. “W-w-what are you doing here?”
The maid bowed at us and left us while I stayed silence. We stared at each other uncomfortably until I finally decided to speak.
“At least finish the project before you do a disappearing act,” I told him,
He frowned. “Aren’t you scared to be alone with me?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I am scared of you but I’m also scared of staying behind at school late.”
He sighed and walked to the sofas and I followed him to sit opposite him. Silence once again enveloped us. “I was thinking of that night all this time,” he began startling me.
“I didn't come here to talk about that,” I coldly replied.
“But I want to talk about it,” he persisted. “I want to explain myself. It’s not an excuse but I still want you to listen.”
I bit my bottom lip stopping myself from crying. I had enough of that for two years. I just wanted to forget everything and move on.
“Two years ago I was a selfish rich brat,” he continued taking my silence as a go-ahead. “I was immature and loved everyone’s attention on me. So, when my so-called friends dared me to sleep with you,” I winced at the word, “I was a fool to listen. But... I didn't know who you were. I thought you were a high school girl just like all the girls there. I thought you were experienced. I was drunk. I couldn't stop when you were crying under me. I’m sorry.”
I buried my face in my hands, shaking and crying now. I could feel his eyes on me but I kept crying. The tears that I thought had dried over the years were flowing uncontrollably.
“The next day when my friends told me who you were I felt disgusted with myself,” he said over my sobbing. “I never forgot. I could never forget. When the night became clear after the hangover, I never was able to sleep well again. The screaming, crying and begging haunted me. I didn't return to school as I could never face you again. Apologising would never have eased the pain I have caused you.
“But now I wish I did come back to apologise even if I wouldn't be forgiven rather that run away. I had no idea I have given you a phobia towards men. I had no idea I have ruined your life. You dressed so differently that I didn't recognise you. I didn't even know your name”
Although, I can never forgive him, hearing him tell me those things, lifted some resentment towards him. I felt some weight lifting from my chest. I felt like I could breathe. I cried my fullest. I promised it would be the last time I cried over my past. I was determined to stand back up again.
It must have been an hour later that I finally calmed down. I wiped the tears away and sat up from my position. My eyes widened seeing Haruma staring at me. He had not moved from his place and looked like he was in pain.
“Inoue-san,” he spoke hoarsely. It sounded like he had been crying rather than me. “I vow that I’ll make up at least five percent of the pain I caused you. I know I can never make up for the other ninety-five percent but that five percent, I’ll use all my life to make it up. I’ll help you with anything you want. I’ll be there for you from now on doing whatever it takes to bring you back to your feet.”
I nearly choked at his confession. It took me by surprise. “Don't,” I quickly said. “Don't promise me anything.”
“I want to!” he cut in. “I promise that I’d do anything to make sure you have a happy life.”
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After that vow he had made, he was true to it. We finished our project yet he stuck to me like glue in school and out. I was still cold towards him but I never pushed him away. I was shocked at myself for able to put up with him.
Wasn't it the last two years I have been thinking of how I hated him? How I thought of murdering him in the most horrible way? It was strange I after those two years meeting him changed my thoughts all together.
I still haven’t forgiven him.
But I couldn't hate him any longer. Not when he was trying so hard to please me.
Although my other classmates tried to steer him away from me, the nerd me, he refused to hang out with them unless I would too. In the end I was forced to hang out with them. At first I hated hanging with them, but soon I began to enjoy myself. Without realising it, I was starting to open up to my classmates and they began liking my presence.
One time I walked home late in the evening because I had been hanging around with my classmates. Haruma had been ill that day so he hadn't turned up. I suddenly felt the chills going up my spine when I felt a presence behind me. I hastened my steps. I heard the person behind me increase their speed.
My breath hitched when I realised I have walked into a dead end. I whipped around to face the pursuer. A lewd guy stood in front of me, his eyes were droopy and his mouth quirked up in a smirk.
“Hey, little girl,” the guy snickered. “What is a girl like you doing out late?”
I looked over him trying to find ways I could escape without him catching me but there was no way out. I was trapped. Dreadful thoughts ran through my mind. Would I be raped again? Was once not enough?
I backed away to the wall as he advanced closer. I was shaking in fear. “No!” I screamed. “Get away!”
“Shut up, you bitch,” the guy yelled angrily. “No one’s coming to save you.”
Just when he tried to grab for me, his raised hand was caught by another hand, holding onto it tightly. I gasped. In the dark I could make out the tall silhouette. Haruma. After hanging around with him a lot, I could recognise him anywhere now, even in the dark.
“Who said no one will come to save her?” he said. His voice was haggard and he sounded breathless making me believe he had been running. “Bastard, if you don’t take a hike, I’ll castrate you.”
The guy cowered under his height. He then pulled his hand back and ran away. Haruma let out a breath of air and turned to me.
“Are you okay?” he quickly asked in concern. “He never touched you did he?”
I shook my head. “You came just in time,” I was glad my voice wasn't shaky like I felt. “I thought you were ill. What are you doing here?”
He let out another breath of air. “Hamano-chan,” he was referring to our classmate Hamano Ayumu, “said that you persisted to go home alone and was worried. I thought of how stupid you were and ran all the way here.”
I was touched. Even when he was ill, he came to my rescue. He was really taking his promise very seriously. “Thank you for coming,” I whispered and tears brimmed at the corner of my eyes. “Really, thank you.”
“Stupid girl,” he muttered. He fell forward.
I quickly stepped forward and caught him before he fell to ground. He had lost conscious. Once my skin touched his, I felt the heat emitting from him that was more than normal body heat.
“Stupid boy,” I muttered back. “Why are you doing this to me?”
I was referring to my heart that was pounding hard in my chest just holding him. I didn't want to admit, that I have started to fall for him, the guy who I had claimed to have ruined my life, had taken my innocence and scarred me. Lately I realised that my world that had been in a standstill because of him had started to move again and it was because of him.
Haruma Miura had destroyed me. Haruma Miura had saved me.
My train of thoughts was cut off when his weight was crushing me. My knees buckled and I fell on the dirty ground with him crashing down on top of me. I held his head up as I sat up straight and allowed his head to rest on my shoulder. It felt comfortable. Taking out my cell phone I called the Miura residence and asked them to come pick him up.
I sat there in the dark, listening to his breathing rhythm. I kept him close to my body, hoping to keep him warm.
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Through the winter break, I had presumed that I wouldn't see Haruma until the break ended but to my surprise he called me out the first day of our break. I had expected us to be hanging around with our classmates like we usually do. It was just the two of us.
For the first week, we watched movies, played in arcades, sang in a karaoke place and ate in different places. To me it felt like a date but I doubt Haruma thought the same way as I did. He was only obligated to be with me. On Christmas Day he took me to a very beautiful place up at the roof top of an abandoned factory. I wasn't frightened of being alone with him by then. He brought a cake, gave me a necklace as a present and waited to show me the fireworks that lit the night sky.
On New Year’s we met up with our classmates who wanted to hang out. I was a little upset that I couldn't be alone with him.
My classmate, Ryo Nishikido, noticed me pouted and questioned it out loud. “What’s up, Inoue-chan?”
I glared at him for bringing all the attention on me. I forced on a smile. “Nothing. I’m fine.” Seeing as he wasn't taking my answer seriously I went on. “It’s just it will be another year. I’m just thinking what I’m grateful for, that’s all.”
It seemed that he was finally satisfied with the answer. His girlfriend beside him agreed. “I know what you mean,” Ayumu exclaimed.
Christine, my other female classmate who is also our usual crowd, shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “You should be thinking that all the time. Be grateful for what you have, right Pi-kun?”
Pi, Tomohisa Yamashita, was Christine’s boyfriend. He nodded. “Of course, darling.”
It was always the six of us hanging around. There were four other guys, Keiichiro Koyama, Takahisa Masuda, Shigeki Kato and Yuya Tegoshi who would hang out with them some times. But those guys irked me the most as they were the biggest perverts. Actually, Ryo and Pi were also perverts but with their girlfriends keeping them on a leash, I wasn't scared of them as much. Though I was more open now, it was still hard for me to get close to guys.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Haruma asked as he walked me home. “You were quiet all this time.”
My head shot up to look him straight in the eye. I had no idea he had noticed. “I-I’m fine.”
“Really?” he wasn't convinced. “You’re talking to Haruma-sama here. You can’t hide anything from Haruma-sama.”
My mouth quirked up into a smile and then seconds later I burst out laughing. He had always made me laugh whenever he referred to himself in third person. Once my laughter died down, I looked at him seriously.
“Haruma-kun,” I said, “if you never returned I don't think I would have ever come out of my shell. No matter what happened in the past, I decided to bury it and move forward.”
He had that pained expression back on his face whenever he thought of what he had done. “I’m glad.”
My face softened. “So, you don't need to stay beside me as if you’re compelled to.”
He gasped. “I don't...”
“I like you,” I blurted out causing him to stop short on his protest. He clamped his mouth and stared at me in shock and confusion. “I never thought I’d fall for you but I have despite the past. Once I got to know the real you, I began to fall for you. Today’s the end of the year and we’re just friends. I want to start off next year being more friends.”
He kept his mouth shut tightly. I was dejected as I took his silence as a rejection.
“Sorry,” I quickly went on. “I had no idea that I was being selfish. I’m so sorry. I just blurted it out like that without thinking of your feelings. Forget what I said. We’ll stay as fr...”
A hand clamped my mouth stopping me from finishing the sentence. “Don't take it back,” he half-pleaded and half-cried out. “How could you possibly take it back after confessing?”
I didn't know what to think. Did that mean he wanted us to me more than friends?
“I like you too,” he admitted. “I just didn't want to tell you because I didn't deserve you after the pain I had caused you. I thought you would never return my feelings so I kept it to myself.” His face crumpled up as if he was about to cry. He let go of my mouth and traced my jaw line with the back of his hand. “To hear you say that you like me too, I don't know if I deserve it.”
I shook my head, causing him to drop his hands to his side, and cupped his chin and pulling it down. Before he could comprehend what I was going to do, I tiptoed to meet his lips. After a few seconds I pulled back and grinned toothily.
“Let’s forget about the past and think about our future,” I announced, letting go of his chin and taking a step back. “Since we both like each other, we’ll just start from there.”
A slow smile appeared on his mouth. He then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our faces were an inch away. We could feel each other’s breath. I gazed into his brown orbs.
“Yes,” he agreed, breathlessly. “Let’s start dating from tomorrow.”
I giggled only to be cut off when his mouth smacked into mine once, twice and many more times.
It was funny how I could fall in love with him, but I have fallen head over heels. My hate for him had grown to love. I don't know if I have forgiven him but I don't blame him anymore.
The past had been forgotten. The future had started to plan out for us. Even when we were dating, he always went an extra mile just to please me. Christine and Ayumu whined to their boyfriends demanding them to be sweet like Haruma while Ryo and Pi complained to Haruma to tone his love for me down.
That year there was so many changes. I no longer was an anti-social girl, I had friends and my heart wasn't scarred anymore. I loved him and he loved me back. That year my blissful life started with him...
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The Heart-Throbbing Prince And The Ice Queen
Title: The Heart-Throbbing Prince And The Ice Queen
Genre: Romance
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ryo Nishikido the heart-throbbing prince/Erika Toda (OC) as the ice queen
Story Type: Short-Short
Rating: Rated K
Summary: She was an Ice Queen in the Judo club while he was a Heart-throbbing Prince and the Student President. It’s not like they suited each other. She loved peace and quiet while he liked the attention on him, especially from girls which he receives constantly.
Credits:
I would like to thank ukissSH_ @ Chocolate Apple Graphics Shop for her amazing Poster!
Disclaimer:
The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
It had been two weeks since they had broken up but it felt like two years. The two heartbroken boy and girl silently nursed their broken hearts on their own way. They forcefully ignored each other whenever they cross paths.
She was an Ice Queen in the Judo club while he was a Heart-throbbing Prince and the Student President. It’s not like they suited each other. She loved peace and quiet while he liked the attention on him, especially from girls which he receives constantly.
Unknown to them, everyone in the school noticed the mass changes in them once they had been dating. The Heart-throbbing Prince had become a real gentleman melting the heart of the Ice Queen. Because of this they had started to come in between the two hoping to date the other. Hence, the pain the Ice Queen felt in the relationship. Unlike the Heart-throbbing Prince who flirted with just any girls who gave him any attention, she was constantly pursued by the amount of guys who had started taking interest in her. It was guilt after another every time she rejected them.
But what really caused the pain was that the Prince was unfazed by the whole thing. She had thought he would have at least kept them away and announced that she was only his. He said no such thing. This caused a lot of arguments until she could not take his indifference in their relationship any longer.
And thus, the two broke up and ended up the same as before. She was once again the Ice Queen and he was once again the Heart-throbbing Prince. In reality to her, he had never changed despite what the students thought.
The student bodies became depressed, realising what they had done. Or maybe it was because the Ice Queen was taking all her anger at anyone who came in contact with her. They also received her practicing her Judo skills on them. The Heart-throbbing Prince was making all the guys angry for going out with one girl after another, be it single or taken.
So one day when the two were coming to school from opposite direction, they were surprised to see almost every student bodies standing in front of the school building waiting for them. As soon as they saw them, the whole student bodies bowed in shame.
“We’re really sorry,” they all shouted. “Because of us you two broke up.”
The Ice Queen and the Heart-throbbing Prince were stunned. Yet they refused to make up thinking it was too late.
The student bodies were disappointed and sad but they did not give up. The next week and the week after that the students did everything they could to bring the two together. Only to fail miserably.
It was in the beginning of the third week that something happened. The Heart-throbbing Prince, who had been constantly dating anyone, was approached by a group of twenty-thirty guys that looked like thugs. They accused him of taking their leaders girl away.
Unable to neither deny nor defend, the group started to beat him up. The students weren’t able to stop them. Heck even the teachers couldn’t.
Some of the students slipped away to go find the Ice Queen who uses all her time in the Judo club. At first she refused but when she heard there were more than twenty guys she sprinted to the destination the students gave her.
She stopped when she got to her destination. In front of her she watched the guys circling around him and taking turns to hit him. He was already down and badly beaten up.
At that precise moment her whole time with the Heart-throbbing Prince flashed before her eyes. The good times and the bad times. The fun times and the sad times. It was at that moment she realised that she loved him more than before and how stupid she was not to forgive him.
Finally, she sorted her feelings. She stepped forward and demanded the guys to stop. Instead they beat him twice as much. She became angrier and attacked them.
Too bad for the guys who had no idea she was the captain of the Judo club and came from a long line of fighters. They also didn’t know she had won competition after competition ever since she was four years old. So it was a piece of cake to beat all the guys easily.
When the guys ran away, she quickly ran to the love of her life. She didn’t hesitate to tell him that she loved him.
The Heart-throbbing Prince smiled despite the pain he was going through. He said he loved her too. Then he admitted that he only dated those girls because he couldn’t forget her. And also he wanted to get back together with her but was upset that she had refused. He finally kissed her when he finished.
The whole student bodies and the teachers cheered happily.
She was an Ice Queen in the Judo club while he was a Heart-throbbing Prince and the Student President. It’s not like they suited each other. She loved peace and quiet while he liked the attention on him, especially from girls which he receives constantly.
Unknown to them, everyone in the school noticed the mass changes in them once they had been dating. The Heart-throbbing Prince had become a real gentleman melting the heart of the Ice Queen. Because of this they had started to come in between the two hoping to date the other. Hence, the pain the Ice Queen felt in the relationship. Unlike the Heart-throbbing Prince who flirted with just any girls who gave him any attention, she was constantly pursued by the amount of guys who had started taking interest in her. It was guilt after another every time she rejected them.
But what really caused the pain was that the Prince was unfazed by the whole thing. She had thought he would have at least kept them away and announced that she was only his. He said no such thing. This caused a lot of arguments until she could not take his indifference in their relationship any longer.
And thus, the two broke up and ended up the same as before. She was once again the Ice Queen and he was once again the Heart-throbbing Prince. In reality to her, he had never changed despite what the students thought.
The student bodies became depressed, realising what they had done. Or maybe it was because the Ice Queen was taking all her anger at anyone who came in contact with her. They also received her practicing her Judo skills on them. The Heart-throbbing Prince was making all the guys angry for going out with one girl after another, be it single or taken.
So one day when the two were coming to school from opposite direction, they were surprised to see almost every student bodies standing in front of the school building waiting for them. As soon as they saw them, the whole student bodies bowed in shame.
“We’re really sorry,” they all shouted. “Because of us you two broke up.”
The Ice Queen and the Heart-throbbing Prince were stunned. Yet they refused to make up thinking it was too late.
The student bodies were disappointed and sad but they did not give up. The next week and the week after that the students did everything they could to bring the two together. Only to fail miserably.
It was in the beginning of the third week that something happened. The Heart-throbbing Prince, who had been constantly dating anyone, was approached by a group of twenty-thirty guys that looked like thugs. They accused him of taking their leaders girl away.
Unable to neither deny nor defend, the group started to beat him up. The students weren’t able to stop them. Heck even the teachers couldn’t.
Some of the students slipped away to go find the Ice Queen who uses all her time in the Judo club. At first she refused but when she heard there were more than twenty guys she sprinted to the destination the students gave her.
She stopped when she got to her destination. In front of her she watched the guys circling around him and taking turns to hit him. He was already down and badly beaten up.
At that precise moment her whole time with the Heart-throbbing Prince flashed before her eyes. The good times and the bad times. The fun times and the sad times. It was at that moment she realised that she loved him more than before and how stupid she was not to forgive him.
Finally, she sorted her feelings. She stepped forward and demanded the guys to stop. Instead they beat him twice as much. She became angrier and attacked them.
Too bad for the guys who had no idea she was the captain of the Judo club and came from a long line of fighters. They also didn’t know she had won competition after competition ever since she was four years old. So it was a piece of cake to beat all the guys easily.
When the guys ran away, she quickly ran to the love of her life. She didn’t hesitate to tell him that she loved him.
The Heart-throbbing Prince smiled despite the pain he was going through. He said he loved her too. Then he admitted that he only dated those girls because he couldn’t forget her. And also he wanted to get back together with her but was upset that she had refused. He finally kissed her when he finished.
The whole student bodies and the teachers cheered happily.
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Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas everyone!
Hope you all have a wonderful day!
May all your wishes come true!
Love ♥ Ayu (Blossy) & Ryo ♥
Hope you all have a wonderful day!
May all your wishes come true!
Love ♥ Ayu (Blossy) & Ryo ♥
Just For You, I'll Meet The Parents - Final
Title: Just For You I'll Meet The Parents
Genre: Romance, Angst
Genre: Romance, Angst
Pairings: Tomohisa Yamashita/Christine Porter(OC)
Story Type: Novella
Rating: Rated K+
Rating: Rated K+
Summary: Commitment was not my forte until I met her.
I moved in with her but what else does she expect from me?
Now I had to meet her parents just to step it up to the next level.
What I would do just for the girl I like...
***You read Ryo Nishikido and Ayumu Hamano's "A Thousand Questions to My Regret"? Well, now it's my turn. This is the first installment in the spin off from AQTMR***
***A Collection of Crazy Love Stories - 2. Christine & Tomohisa Yamashita Version**
***A Collection of Crazy Love Stories - 2. Christine & Tomohisa Yamashita Version**
Credits:
Thanking Christine for her AWESOME Poster and Banner!
Christine Porter is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Nina Dobrev.
Christine Porter is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Nina Dobrev.
It was until the fourth day that I was finally alone with her father. Chri, the two brothers and I have been sightseeing the last few days. We mostly visited the beach. I’d manage to get away from the brothers who only thought of competing and would stroll hand in hand with Chri on the sandy beach.
I didn't know if I should be scared or not as I sat on the sofa in the living room opposite him.
“You managed to stay in this family without getting frightened,” he spoke in English. “Even Maltese guys can’t handle my sons and my daughter as they are always doing whatever they want. You, as a Japanese guy, are able to handle my family, which is why I can’t stay against you dating my daughter.” He paused and I refused to say a word.
“Since you can’t understand our language,” he switched to speaking back to his own language. I gulped as I understood. “I heard that you don't have a family. Your parents died when you were just seven and you were taken in by your late parents’ friends who treat you as their own family. Christine told me how you have started to treat us like a family as well even though I have been against you going out with her. Once someone loses their loved ones, its then they value their important person and I know how important my daughter is to you that you travelled so far just to meet us. Even if you’re not a Maltese guy, I know you’re a good guy and I know you’ll make her happy so I can leave her with you.”
A warm smile formed on the corner of my mouth.
“You’re smiling as if you understand,” he said. “But there is no way you will understand.”
My smile nearly faltered but I forced it still. Shit, I cursed inwardly. He can never find out that I understand Maltese! He was a proud man so if he found out I would be a dead man and he’d probably make my life with her a misery.
“What did you say, sir?” I said through my forced smile pretending to not understand.
I was given a surprise the night before our flight. Chri’s mother had cooked traditional Japanese food just for me. There was even rice that I missed so much. I was really glad that I have come all the way to meet them. Although I had been scared and nervous, they have taken me as a member of the family. I felt blissful as it has been ages I felt a family’s warmth.
I didn't know if I should be scared or not as I sat on the sofa in the living room opposite him.
“You managed to stay in this family without getting frightened,” he spoke in English. “Even Maltese guys can’t handle my sons and my daughter as they are always doing whatever they want. You, as a Japanese guy, are able to handle my family, which is why I can’t stay against you dating my daughter.” He paused and I refused to say a word.
“Since you can’t understand our language,” he switched to speaking back to his own language. I gulped as I understood. “I heard that you don't have a family. Your parents died when you were just seven and you were taken in by your late parents’ friends who treat you as their own family. Christine told me how you have started to treat us like a family as well even though I have been against you going out with her. Once someone loses their loved ones, its then they value their important person and I know how important my daughter is to you that you travelled so far just to meet us. Even if you’re not a Maltese guy, I know you’re a good guy and I know you’ll make her happy so I can leave her with you.”
A warm smile formed on the corner of my mouth.
“You’re smiling as if you understand,” he said. “But there is no way you will understand.”
My smile nearly faltered but I forced it still. Shit, I cursed inwardly. He can never find out that I understand Maltese! He was a proud man so if he found out I would be a dead man and he’d probably make my life with her a misery.
“What did you say, sir?” I said through my forced smile pretending to not understand.
I was given a surprise the night before our flight. Chri’s mother had cooked traditional Japanese food just for me. There was even rice that I missed so much. I was really glad that I have come all the way to meet them. Although I had been scared and nervous, they have taken me as a member of the family. I felt blissful as it has been ages I felt a family’s warmth.
~*~**~***~**~*~
It has been a year since I visited Chri’s family. We were happy than ever although we tend to fight occasionally which I’d end up at Ryo and Ayu’s place. But happy nevertheless after all there were no more issues regarding sex unless she was upset with me and I would have to sleep in the spare room. In fact, I was making her compensate for the year I missed out.
Lately as we were happy my friends weren't. I noticed how my friend and my self-claimed sister have been distant. I also noticed how Ayu only forced smiles whenever I was there. Even Chri took notice and was getting worried.
“What’s up?” I asked my best friend one day unable to take Ayu’s forced smiles any longer. We were sitting in a small bar near my apartment.
He shrugged. “Nothing,” he replied. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”
“Because I’m worried about Ayu-chan,” I told him. “She’s not been herself lately. Are you guys having a bad time?”
He frowned. “No. I don't think so...”
“Come on you can tell me anything,” I stated desperately wishing to help my friends as they have helped me many times. “I’ll try and help you guys however much I can.”
He laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with us.”
He wouldn't say anything after that even when I tried to pester him so much. And every day after that, I would always ask the same question and every day I would get the same nonchalant reply. It was breaking my heart to see my friends in agony as well as my girlfriend, who would come home every time she visited Ayu, crying.
So, the two of us took Ayu out so we could finally get to the bottom of it since Ryo wouldn't budge. We weren't prepared to hear that Ryo might be cheating on her. I know my friend. He wouldn't cheat on Ayu, not when he loved her so much. Yet I couldn't help but doubt him. We planned to follow him on the Wednesday’s he always disappeared for few hours.
~*~**~***~**~*~
“Damn!” I cursed under my breath. It was a Wednesday and there was a lot of traffic due to an accident ahead of us. I hit the steering wheel hard. I turned on my CD player because listening to a song always calms me down. Today of all days it wasn't working. “Damn!” I decided to switch on the radio instead.
“Ryo-kun will be leaving soon,” Chri said from the passenger seat. “What should we do?”
I stared ahead at the long queue of cars in front of me. We wouldn't make it. Just then Chri’s phone vibrated.
“It’s Ayu,” she whispered as she answered it. She quickly put her call on loud speaker for me to hear.
“Where are you?” I heard her shouting.
“Sorry, we’re stuck in traffic!” Chri shouted back over the music.
“He’s already left,” she informed us.
I grumbled. “Should we leave it until next week then?”
“But I don't want to wait that long,” Chri blurted out.
“I’ll follow him. I’ll keep my phone with me. Use GPS to track me.”
I hesitated. I didn't want her going alone just in case she wouldn't be able to handle whatever Ryo was keeping from us. Before I could utter a word my girlfriend agreed and then the line went dead.
“Dammit, Chri, why did you agree?”
“Because I don't want to see her upset any longer,” she replied, tears forming on her eyes.
I sighed. I took out my satellite navigator that could be used as GPS. Turning it on, it beeped as soon as it found Ayu’s location. The traffic wasn't going any faster. After thirty minutes of waiting in frustration I asked Chri to call her to see if she was okay. It rang for a while until it went to voicemail.
Another five minutes went by. I was getting anxious although we were nearing the location that she had stopped at. I told her to call Ayu again which once again went to voicemail.
Shit what happened, I panicked inside. I didn't want to worry Chri although she was visibly worrying already.
~*~**~***~**~*~
We got to the location and jumped out of my car. We came to the rough part of the city and I got a bad feeling forming in the pit of my stomach as I searched around looking for them. When we found them in the alley my heart sank. My steps slowed down. I could hear my own breathing and the sound of my heart beating fast against my ribcage.
The sight was heartbreaking. There was a large pool of blood beside them. Ryo was on the ground leaning his back against the damp wall, unmoving. His eyes were closed, his head bowed and resting on Ayu’s shoulder. Ayu was on the ground as well in front of him. She had her arms wrapped around Ryo’s neck, unmoving.
No, it can’t be... It can’t...
“Oh my God!” I heard Chri gasp beside me. “Ayu!” she screamed. “Ayu! What have you done...?” Her voice trailed off as she sank down on the ground staring at them in utter shock.
I snapped out of my own shock. “I’m calling an ambulance,” I announced as I fished out my cell phone from my pocket. I refuse to believe it no matter what it looked like...
~*~**~***~**~*~
“How are they?” I quickly asked breathlessly as soon as a doctor exited the emergency room where Ryo and Ayu were.
Chri, who had been crying nonstop since we came to the hospital, stopped immediately as she spotted the nurse. She got to her feet and was beside me within seconds also waiting for the response.
The doctor sighed. He pulled off his mask, leaving his apron and hat. “Nishikido-san is now in a stable condition after the blood transfusion,” he informed.
“What about Ayu-chan?” Chri cried out as the doctor was refusing to say anything else.
He hesitated. “Hamano-san needs blood type O. Our blood bank for O blood type has run out regrettably just an hour ago and it wouldn't take until another few hours before more comes in. We need to do the blood transfusion now or it will be too late. Do any of you carry the same blood type?”
I paled as well as Chri. “My blood type is A,” I whispered feeling gutted as I couldn't be any help while Ayu was fighting for her life in the other room.
“Mine too,” my girlfriend’s voice came out hoarsely.
I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration Shit, shit, shit.
“Where is she?” Bam’s loud voice brought me out of my reverie.
I turned to her and saw Jaejoong right behind her. They were at the receptionist desk. Bam was scaring the receptionist with her loud voice and glares.
“I said where is she?” she screamed.
“Bam!” I yelled over catching her attention.
She turned to me and then stalked over to us. “Why the hell couldn't you prevent this from happening?” she was yelling at me now.
I averted my eyes away for a few seconds in shame but then I had a bigger problem at the moment. “What blood type are you?”
“AB,” she replied with a frown, her anger subsided momentarily.
I glanced at the Korean guy who quickly caught on to my question. “I’m B.”
“Damn, we need a O,” I let out a breath of air haggardly.
“I’m a O.”
We all looked up to find that Jessie and Hangeng had come behind Bam. They were breathing heavily as if they had been running which they probably had. But I didn't care at the moment.
“Your blood type is O?” I asked out loud for confirmation, to the Chinese guy.
“Yes,” he nodded. “Who needs blood?”
“Are you happy to donate your blood to Hamano-san?” the doctor cut in to ask.
The four newcomers’ eyes widened. Hangeng nodded. “If it will help, then yes!”
The doctor guided Hangeng to check his blood and Jessie followed him for support. I watched as the guy who could save Ayu’s life walk away with the doctor. I relaxed just a little but just a little. I still had to wait and waiting wasn't my forte.
~*~**~***~**~*~
All six of us slept in the hospital that night. We all refused to leave just in case there was some news regarding the two or either of them woke up. The blood transfusion to Ayu had been successful but she was in ICU for the night.
I was starting to worry the next day when there were no results with the two, until after sunset. Ryo woke up. At first we never noticed although we were in his private room trying to figure out what we would do about work as none of us wanted to go. He was calling for Ayu. When he saw all of us but not Ayu, he began panicking. And when we refused to tell him where she was, he went into hysteria. The doctor and nurses had to come in to sedate him.
The next morning, we all had concluded that we won’t go to work until we were sure Ryo and Ayu were okay, all taking emergency leave. We all visited Ayu at the ICU but none of us were allowed to stay with her which is why we slept in Ryo’s private room. There was a spare bed that the girls managed to share while we boys were sleeping on the chairs and we forced Hangeng to sleep on the foldable bed for guests as we were all grateful for him saving Ayu.
Ryo woke up again that afternoon and once again was asking for Ayu. I understood him then because if I was in his shoes and I was looking for Chri, I would want them to tell me. He nearly went into another hysteric fit when he heard how we had found them dying. I forced him to listen that Ayu was okay. She was alive.
“W-what happened?” his voice was shaking and he was on the verge of breaking down to cry. “He only stabbed me and then ran away. How did she get stabbed as well?”
I opened my mouth to speak then closed it. I have already concluded what had happened. “She must have felt guilty and stabbed herself.”
Ryo gasped.
“It’s my entire fault,” Chri wailed from the spare bed she sat on with the other two girls who wrapped a comforting arm around her. “If only I didn't agree.”
“It’s not your fault,” Jessie assured her gently. “You couldn't have known that this would happen.”
“I want to see her,” Ryo suddenly said making all of us gasp.
“You should rest,” Jaejoong told him in concern. “As soon as she’s out of ICU, you’ll be able to see her.”
“No!” he protested. “I want to see her now!”
He began to pull off the needles that were stuck on him. I, as well as the other foreign guys, tried to stop him. But he pushed us away.
“Get away from me,” he roared angrily.
We immediately stopped. He got off the bed and nearly fell. I stepped forward and caught him before he could fall to the floor. I told him to lean on me and I’d take him to her. My heart went out to the guy who I treated as my best friend and brother when he gave an appreciated smile even when he was in agony both emotionally and physically.
Ryo finally broke down and began crying when he saw Ayu plugged into so many machines. The six of us could do nothing but watch in despair. He had to be sedated once again as he had started to have a panic attack after crying so much.
For the next two days we all took care of him. His family who had turned up for the first day couldn't stay but they were relieved to know they could leave him to us had visited again for a day. Ryo would ignore everyone and would always go to the ICU. He’d stay there for hours until the doctors and nurses would pry him away because he needed to rest. As soon as she was out of the ICU they placed Ayu in the same room as the doctor didn't have the heart to separate them and it would also keep Ryo in bed where he should be.
Everyone was overjoyed when she had woken up after a week of sleeping. We were all finally able to relax, especially me, both my friends were alive and awake. The fear, I did not want to go through again, especially if it was Chri in the hospital.
I have already decided what I must do. Life was short. I could die any time and so could Chri which is why I wouldn't wait any longer. I’m going to ask her to marry me as soon as I was alone with her. I wasn't scared of commitment anymore as it was next to nothing against death.
I loved her and that’s all that mattered.
~The End~
Chapter End Notes
Look out for Bam's version starring with Kim Jae Joong. Coming soon...
Just For You, I'll Meet The Parents - Chapter 04
Title: Just For You I'll Meet The Parents
Genre: Romance, Angst
Genre: Romance, Angst
Pairings: Tomohisa Yamashita/Christine Porter(OC)
Story Type: Novella
Rating: Rated K+
Rating: Rated K+
Summary: Commitment was not my forte until I met her.
I moved in with her but what else does she expect from me?
Now I had to meet her parents just to step it up to the next level.
What I would do just for the girl I like...
***You read Ryo Nishikido and Ayumu Hamano's "A Thousand Questions to My Regret"? Well, now it's my turn. This is the first installment in the spin off from AQTMR***
***A Collection of Crazy Love Stories - 2. Christine & Tomohisa Yamashita Version**
***A Collection of Crazy Love Stories - 2. Christine & Tomohisa Yamashita Version**
Credits:
Thanking Christine for her AWESOME Poster and Banner!
Christine Porter is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Nina Dobrev.
Christine Porter is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Nina Dobrev.
“Good morning,” I greeted as I walked into the kitchen with my girlfriend. I was careful with what I wore today. I had on three-quarter gray slacks, a white sleeveless T-shirt and pumps. Chri wore another summer dress with blue flowery prints on it.
The whole family were up and around the table in the kitchen eating breakfast while her mother was behind the stove still cooking more. I looked down on the table and a small gasp escaped from my mouth. On the table lay a stack of toasted bread with margarine beside it and other spreads, croissants, macaroni and cheese omelette and lastly pancakes that her mother was still making more with the syrup next to it.
Where is the miso soup? The rice? Where is the traditional Japanese food I normally eat?
But who was I kidding? This was Gozo, Malta. They ate different food.
“Wow, mama, it’s like you made a feast,” Chri exclaimed giddily, sitting herself down on the chair opposite Jake and next to her father while I sat opposite Joshua and next to her. “Mama, you shouldn’t have!”
Feast? I glanced at the food. Was this meant to be a feast? I suddenly felt homesick; my appetite left me abruptly leaving me with a sickly feeling.
While she dug into the food, I was nibbling on a piece of pancake. Joshua saw me nibbling and gasped.
“Dude, you should eat more!” he half shouted and half cried out. “Like, you haven’t eaten from yesterday!”
He shoved some omelette on my plate. Jake also was concerned with my lack of appetite and placed slices of toast on my plate. I looked down on my plate that was filled with food and then up at the grinning faces of the two brothers.
“Eat,” they ordered.
I covered my mouth and made gagging noises alarming everyone in the kitchen. Chri quickly placed a hand on my back and caressed it. “Are you okay, honey?”
“Too much food,” I managed to say through the gagging.
“Man, the dude’s like a girl!” Jake laughed. He held out his hand and high-fived his younger brother who was only younger by a year.
I got the feeling that her family had no idea that I could understand them because they kept going back to speaking in their own language whenever they wanted to say something without me knowing. I grunted as I felt the little breakfast I ate was coming back up.
“Dude really must be a girl,” the younger brother responded also laughing. “Oh, maybe Christine got her pregnant.”
I nearly fell off the chair at his last comment while Chri, who was fuming now, threw her fork towards her brother missing his cheek by an inch.
“Stupid brother!” she shrieked. “Are you saying I’m a guy?”
Sweat dropped at the back of both brothers’ heads. Her father told her off for how dangerous it was while her mother told the guys off for picking on both me and their sister. The nausea began to disappear slowly as the thought of food was no longer in my head.
“Anyways,” the older brother changed the subject after being reprimand by his mother the most as he was the oldest. “What kind of sports are you into?”
“I like to play basketball and I love swimming,” I replied without realising how sports fanatic the guys were or how competitive they were. It was too late to regret.
“Swimming?” Joshua’s excitement was growing and I could see it. “We have a swimming pool at the back! How about it bro?” he turned to his brother with a knowing look which only made me jeer in panic.
“We should do that , shouldn’t we?” Jake said, emphasising ‘that’.
That? I wondered. Whatever that was, it wasn't good. I yelped when the two brothers were by my side within seconds and anchoring their arm under my armpit. They hoisted me up from my chair causing the chair to fall down with a thud.
“Hey!” Chri shouted disapprovingly stopping them from taking me away.
Oh, my girlfriend! I have forgotten she was with me and on my side. I grinned at her wanting to kiss her but thought it would be inappropriate in front of her family.
“You can’t make him do that...” she told them off. “At least make him change into his trunks.”
My jaws dropped six feet under. I just stared at her while the brothers agreed and dragged me away.
I was betrayed by my own girlfriend.
~*~**~***~**~*~
That, I found out later was climbing onto the roof of the game room and then jumping into the pool. It wouldn't have been scary if not for the fact that I would have to do make sure I jump over the four metres concrete below to land in the pool. I was only clad with my black trunks. The brothers were also wearing trunks.
I peered down and saw that Chri had come out to watch. She sat on the bench next to the patio door that led to the dining room. I could see a shadow inside and guessed it was their father also wanting to watch but was too stubborn to come out. I smirked but soon dropped it when the brothers got my attention again.
“Okay, now dude,” the younger brother said. “I’ll demonstrate that it’s not that hard.”
Using the wide space, he backed away far. Then he started off jogging, it turned to sprints and once he got to the edge of the roof he jumped. In mid air he balled up his body and spun until he was two meters away and then landed on the water with a huge splash of water spraying everywhere.
I gulped when Jake motioned me to go next as he didn't trust me to do it after him. I glanced at my girlfriend who had betrayed me earlier and saw the worry in her eyes. I understood that although it was dangerous, she believed I could do it which may have been the reason she had not stopped her brother.
If she had confidence in me, I thought with a grin appearing in the corner of my mouth and startling the brother, maybe I should show her what I was capable of.
I went to the other side of the roof and took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. I raised my hands above my head and then started off doing acrobatic flips shocking the older brother. By the time I got to the edge of the other side I turned and then finished off with a back flip. I safely fell in the pool just as Joshua was getting out.
“That was awesome!” he screamed.
“My turn!” the older brother yelled from above. I moved away to give him enough space.
We spent the morning outside. I was forced to do more jumping and then have a race with them swimming. I managed to have gotten the brothers’ favour. Chri had joined us at the pool after watching and tried to get me away from her brothers who only wanted to compete with me with other things.
~*~**~***~**~*~
After showering, we all went back to the kitchen for lunch. Once again the food was different than my usual. Pasta was not my favourite food but at the moment I didn't care as yesterday’s lack of food as well as this morning got me starving, I could eat anything.
I noticed an extra person with us today, an older woman who looked similar to Chri’s father though she was much younger than him. She caught me staring at her as I sat down around the table. I gasped when she winked.
“Dude, that’s our uuu...” Jake paused as he received a glare from the woman. “Aunt,” he finished off grimly.
I frowned at his behaviour but when Chri’s father motioned them all to sit down to eat, I let the thought slide. Throughout lunch, I ate uncomfortably as I felt the woman’s eyes on me. I was glad when lunch was over because the brothers took me to play some games in the game room. But I wasn't happy long because the woman followed Chri here.
“Wah, Christine, I can’t believe you landed such a handsome guy,” the woman spoke in Maltese. Her voice was a little too high-pitched to my liking.
“What you on about?” Jake asked, speaking in his native language. “How are girly-guys handsome?”
“Yeah,” the other brother agreed. “Guys, who have muscles like us, are called handsome.”
Chri and their aunt snorted. The aunt then looked at me, seizing me up like I was a meat on display. “He’s so my type.”
“Aunt Laura!” she cried out. “Don't look at my boyfriend like that!”
I was beginning to find it annoying that they all thought I didn't understand. Just when I was about to confess that I understood their language, I was alarmed when the aunt stalked up to me. I nearly screamed when she placed her hands on my chest letting it slide down to my stomach.
“I love Asian men,” she purred.
Jake and Joshua quickly came in between us, pushing me behind them and protecting me with their body. I was a little taken aback by their actions. Chri was also beside them and they were glaring at their aunt.
“Un-aunt Laura,” Jake spoke, still not speaking English. “We wouldn't have cared if you flirted with some next guy but we like him. He’s got some spunk for an Asian, girly-dude,” I rolled my eyes at his description of me, “and he took us on our challenge when other guys would never try to compete with us.”
Wait I never knew that! I could have refused any time! I grumbled at the thought.
“It’s not like I’m going to eat him alive,” the aunt said, laughing.
Joshua shook his head. “We can’t let him fall victim to your flirting.”
I wanted to say that I would never fall for her in the first place but I liked the fact they were trying to protect me. I was glad that I was on their good side. But I was starting to wonder just what they were protecting me from. Was their aunt really scary?
“Christine is our sister,” the younger brother went on stopping my thoughts. “Although we tease her, fight with her and make her angry, she’s still our baby sister at the end of the day that we want her to always be happy. If she’s going to be happy with Tomohisa, then we will protect him from you.”
“Wow,” Aunt Laura let out a slow breath of air. “Well, since you say it like that I really can’t pick on him.”
Chri looked at her brothers, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “You guys are the best!” she cried out and jumped on them for a hug.
Later I found out why they were protecting me. Aunt Laura was actually Uncle Laurence. I think I was starting to love the brothers who protected me from the cross-dresser. But I was a little surprised by knowing that Laurence was their father’s little brother. The grumpy father who has yet to smile or say good things about anything, had a brother who crossed-dresses.
~*~**~***~**~*~
At dinner time we ate at the dining room. There were meat, fish and other seafood with a lot of pasta but still no rice. As I ate gloomily, I felt a pair of eyes. At first I was alarmed thinking it was “Aunt Laura” who I thought didn't give up on me, but I was surprised to meet Chri’s father’s eyes. He quickly looked away after being caught and he never glanced at me ever since.
Her mother was trying to overfill my plate with food, fussing over that I should eat as I was too “skinny” as she pointed out.
When dessert time came, her father finally spoke startling everyone around the table as he had not spoken until now.
“Christine, are you not going to go over and see Joseph?” he asked.
Joseph! I have forgotten to demand who he was the times I was alone with her. I listened on as once again they weren't talking in English.
“Why should I see that weirdo for?” she said with a frown.
“You’ve known him ever since you were toddlers and he’s been over many times asking if you called or when you’re coming back. You know, he has been waiting for you to return.”
“Why would he wait for me?” she questioned in confusion. “And just because we knew each other from childhood doesn't mean I was close to him.”
The older brother chuckled. “I remember he always followed you around. He treated you like a princess.”
“I remember that too,” the younger brother laughed. “He did whatever she asked him to do. One time, she told him to wait for her at the beach and he was waiting there while she had forgotten all about him.”
“Everyone was panicking when they found him missing and began searching for him,” Jake followed after. “Christine got in a lot of trouble when we found him.”
“Well, he was stupid to wait like that,” she defended herself haughtily.
“He’s a perfect gentleman,” her father spoke again. “And he’s Maltese as well.”
I knew where he was going with his conversation. He had a problem with me being Japanese. He wanted his daughter to date a Maltese guy.
Chri let out a snort. “Perfect gentleman! Yeah right! He forced a kiss on me before I left for Japan.”
I also knew what everyone was thinking when the room had fallen silence. This Joseph character had forced a kiss on her hoping for her to remember him. He had no idea that he only had made her dislike him more. I wondered if she was dense. Joseph liked her while she found his behaviour weird. I was actually glad she had no interest in him as I did not want competition with a Maltese guy who her father will approve of.
From the family the mother approved of me from the beginning, the brothers accepted me into the family when I was able to compete with them, the “aunt”... well, she didn't exactly count. It only left the father who still did not approve me dating his daughter.
Just For You, I'll Meet The Parents - Chapter 03
Title: Just For You I'll Meet The Parents
Genre: Romance, Angst
Genre: Romance, Angst
Pairings: Tomohisa Yamashita/Christine Porter(OC)
Story Type: Novella
Rating: Rated K+
Rating: Rated K+
Summary: Commitment was not my forte until I met her.
I moved in with her but what else does she expect from me?
Now I had to meet her parents just to step it up to the next level.
What I would do just for the girl I like...
***You read Ryo Nishikido and Ayumu Hamano's "A Thousand Questions to My Regret"? Well, now it's my turn. This is the first installment in the spin off from AQTMR***
***A Collection of Crazy Love Stories - 2. Christine & Tomohisa Yamashita Version**
***A Collection of Crazy Love Stories - 2. Christine & Tomohisa Yamashita Version**
Credits:
Thanking Christine for her AWESOME Poster and Banner!
Christine Porter is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Nina Dobrev.
Christine Porter is a fictional character, in the poster she is represented by Nina Dobrev.
As soon as the plane landed on the soils of Malta, I jumped to my feet and nearly keeled over. My legs were wobbling after sitting down for nineteen hours! Nineteen freakin’ hours! Although we had to change planes at least once, it only made the journey longer as we had to wait in a different country’s airport. I had been too nervous to care which country we had landed on.
The long journey had made me think a lot and it was making me recall Ryo’s story over and over again scaring the shit out of me. Chri, who at first had been dreading to take me to Malta, was now ecstatic to be back to her homeland.
We stepped out of the plane and were hit with the blazing sun. Unlike my girlfriend who wore a baby pink summer dress and a straw hat, I was clad in jeans, a black jumper and a black coat. I knew then she had been prepared for the summer in Malta without giving me any warning as their summer was different to summer in Japan.
The air was different from Japan. It was refreshing. The sky was the best of blue with no sign of any clouds. The soil was dry.
I was sweating uncontrollably in the crowded airport where people where talking, or more like yelling at each other. I tried to dodge the people who were waving their hands as they spoke but I couldn't avoid all of them and got smacked by several people.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath as I followed Chri out the airport after we retrieved our luggage. “Maybe it was a mistake to come all the way to a foreign country.”
Chri ignored my regrets and hailed for a cab. We managed to get one without having to fight for it.
“God, take off your coat, Pi-kun!” she told me off. “I’m getting hot just looking at you.”
My mood lifted and I looked at her perversely. “Oh, just looking at me is making you hot? Should we stop at a hotel before we go to your parents?”
She laughed then smacked me as she climbed into the cab first.
I stood there frowning. “Does that mean yes or a no?”
“Just get in,” she ordered from inside.
I grinned and jumped in. It was quite a journey to the ferry that would take us to Gozo where Chri’s family lived. Chri had told me on the plane that there were three Islands. Malta was the biggest Island, and then Gozo was the second biggest while Comino was the smallest with only a hotel was present on it. When we got to the port a large white ferry was waiting for us. I was a little excited to see how clear the blue water was and how I wanted to swim in it. I made a mental note to have fun while I was here.
It took us twenty minutes to dock on the Gozo port where her father waited for us. When he saw his daughter, his face lit up slightly on his impassive expression and he quickly rushed to her for a hug.
“Christine!” he breathed out heavily. “I missed you so much, pumpkin!”
“Me too,” she said breathlessly as he was hugging her tightly. “Aww, I missed you too, papa.”
He pulled back and gave her a sceptical look. “If you missed me too, then why didn't you come back home once your education ended?”
They had been talking in Maltese but since I lived with Chri for six months, she had taught me her language although I wasn't so good at it and I refused to speak in Maltese as I couldn't use the pronunciation right. Plus every time I did speak in her language she would end up laughing and calling me cute. I didn't want to be called cute but I didn't mind being called hot.
“I fell in love with Japan,” she responded with a laugh.
“And with a boy as well,” her father mumbled incoherently but I managed to hear him.
“Papa!” she shrieked. “I thought you promised over the phone you won’t whine or I wouldn't come.”
“I lied so I can see my daughter,” he retorted. “Is that wrong?”
She sighed. She then let her father go and came back to me to hook her arm around mine. “Papa, meet Yamashita Tomohisa. Pi-kun, meet my papa.”
Because Chri was holding onto my arm tightly I wasn't able to bow down so I just bowed my head. “Nice to meet you, sir,” I spoke in English as Chri had instructed me to do.
I heard him grunt and quickly raised my head to find him picking up some of the luggage, turning on his heel and walking away. I glanced at Chri in alarm wondering if I had said or done something wrong. My English couldn't be that bad could it? I had a strong accent but I’m sure it was understandable.
“Don't worry,” she assured me with a bright smile. “My papa’s always like that.”
She let go of my arm and jogged up to him leaving me to follow slowly after them. Because Chri had wanted to get a lot of souvenirs for her family, our luggage had doubled to four. As I followed behind, I barely heard them talking as they were whispering in their language.
“Christine,” I heard her father sigh. “Were there no Maltese guys for you that you had to go and pick a Chinese guy?”
“He’s Japanese,” she quickly cut in to correct just before I could.
“It’s the same!” her father exclaimed. “Anyways, I’m sure there are plenty of guys here. Take Joseph for example,” Chri grunted at the mention of the name, “he’s still single and waiting for you.”
“Papa, don't talk about Joseph,” she hissed. “How many times shall I tell you? Joseph is a weird guy that I will never like.”
I wanted to know who this Joseph character was. Chri had never mentioned him to me before. They had stopped talking once we got to the car. I put the two suitcases at the back while her father put the other two. The journey to the house was silent and awkward. I sat on edge and whenever her father would say one or two words I would jump.
My girlfriend, who sat beside me, squeezed my hand every time and whispered ‘it’s okay’ but it wasn't okay. I came to a foreign country, I didn't know what their tradition was and I was frightened as I had nowhere to go if they decide to hate me or kick me out.
To distract myself I looked out the window. I finally took in the scenery and let out a small gasp. The scenery was absolutely beautiful. Through the drive I could see the sea everywhere. And there were a lot of beaches. The houses we drove by were all made of stone and they were beautiful.
I glanced at my girlfriend recalling her earlier statement that she had fallen in love with Japan. I think I have fallen in love with her country. The sea, the beach and the beautiful weather was what I loved the most and I couldn't wait to make her take me to the beach so I could swim.
The car came to a stop in front of a yellow stoned house that was similar to the ones I have seen on our journey. As I stepped out of the vehicle I glance behind and took notice of the scenery. Because the house was at the top of a hill, I was almost able to see the whole Island and it took my breath away.
I heard the door to the house open noisily and then footsteps. I turned around to find an elderly woman stepping out with two well built guys next to her. As soon as Chri stepped out of the car, the elderly woman and the two guys rushed to her and sandwiched her into a hug. I stared as they began talking at once in their native language while I stood back feeling left out.
“Christine, I’m so happy you came back,” the elderly woman, I distinguished as the mother as she had the same features as Chri, cried out. “How could you leave it so long to return?”
“Mama,” my girlfriend grunted. “I talk to you everyday over the phone.”
“That’s not the same,” one of the guys pointed out. He had a dishevelled brunette hair like Chri and their mother and the same eye colour, brown.
“Yeah, silly sister,” the other guy agreed. He was a raven head unlike the other guy, taking the hair colour of their father and the green coloured eyes as well. “Ever since you begged mama and papa to go study abroad, you didn't come back. Is that why they sent you? To forget us?”
Chri pouted. “I didn't forget. The first year I was there I was homesick. If I didn't make friends with Ayu, I would have probably gave up and returned and then Bam and Jessie joined a year later.”
I remember her saying that she moved to Tokyo five years ago to study in a University in Tokyo. Of course her study had ended two years ago with Ayu but she stayed behind since she loved Japan too much to leave. Bam and Jessie’s studies had finished a year ago yet they were in no hurry to leave as well. In a way I was happy that she didn't leave or I would have missed the chance to meet her.
“Ah,” Chri suddenly turned to me. “Come here,” she sweetly coaxed me to her side. I managed to smile when she wrapped an arm around my waist. “Mama, Jake, Joshua, meet my boyfriend, Yamashita Tomohisa. Pi-kun, meet my mama,” she held out her hand to point at the elderly woman. She then waved her hand to the raven haired guy. “That’s Jake and,” she pointed to the brunette, “that’s Joshua.”
Since Chri wasn't holding unto me this time, I bend down on my waist and bowed in respect. “Nice to meet you all finally.”
“Oh, God!” Joshua cried out in Maltese. “Why do Chinese guys always bow?”
“He’s not Chinese!” she sent a glare towards them. “He’s Japanese! I came from Japan. Don't you think I’d get a Japanese guy home?”
I stood up straight abruptly. Was bowing not liked in this country? I glanced at Chri who was glaring at me as well. It then dawned to me that she had held my hand before to stop me from bowing in front of her father. I made a mental note to have a word with her about actually telling me rather than expecting me to know something that I have done in my country for all my life. And why do they keep referring me as a Chinese guy? Did I look Chinese to them?
“They all look the same,” Jake muttered under his breath, also speaking in his own language.
“Let’s go in,” her father suggested as he had finished unloading the luggage. “Jake, Joshua, help me with those.”
“I’ll help too,” I offered and quickly advanced forward to grab one of the suit cases.
“No,” Chri’s father swatted my hand away. “You must be tired after the long journey. Why don't you go in with Christine and rest?”
He finally spoke in English as I had doubted if any of the family members actually spoke English when Chri had told me they do. It was the only way to talk to them since I wouldn't be talking in their language.
“Oh, okay,” I responded hesitantly. I was exhausted and resting sounded appealing at the moment as I was feeling the jetlag catching up to me.
“Come,” Chri’s glares had changed to smiles and she was pulling me inside.
Instead of taking me to a room where there was a bed and I could jump on it and fall asleep, she took me on a mini tour to my dissatisfaction. Yet I complied with her selfishness as I couldn't help but be mesmerised by her smiles like I usually do. I was addicted to her smiles and I got the feeling she knew it because most the time she got away with a lot of things just by showing her sweetest smile.
I was shown the long and huge lounge, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen was big as well, and there was a swimming pool in the back next to the game room. She then took me up the stairs that had six bedrooms but she only took me to her bedroom where she had stayed for most of her 18 years of life until she moved to Japan for the next five years.
The room was cute, filled with pink frills that she blushed as she hadn't expected to still stay there. The posters she had on one side of the walls were full of Japanese pop groups making me believe that she was into Japan before she moved there. She had a small desk on a side with her computer where she had post-its all around with little notes written on them. She even had some flyers of pizza places and other food joints at the side. Her room was like typical teenagers would live in.
“I can’t believe they left it the way I left it,” she said in disbelief as I traced my hands on her desk reading her notes on the post-its.
“Man, I bet you were really cute when you were a teenager,” I said out loud.
She beamed at me. “Wanna see my photo album?”
I matched her smile. “Hell yeah.”
“Actually, I don't want to show it to you anymore. I get the feeling you’ll only tease me.”
My face fell. “Don't be like that,” I protested. “After telling me you’ll show it, you dare say you won’t?”
She giggled. “Fine,” she gave into my whining. She went over to her walk-in wardrobe and pulled it open. She rummaged through it until she found three photo albums. Holding it out in arm-length as if it was contagious while it was just dusty, she brought it over to the bed and tapped the space next to her motioning me to come over.
If only she motioned me over for another reason, I couldn't help but think. For a girl to invite you over to the bed and it’s not for sex, she definitely was a dangerous woman for all men.
I dragged my feet to the edge of the bed slowly while I tried to calm my nerves down. I sat down next to her as she dusted off the layer of dust and then opened it up to the first page. The two of us sat there for maybe more than an hour going through one picture at a time. She explained each picture since most of them were hilarious as she made funny faces or she was caught on the camera unexpectedly.
By the time she finished, we were both so tired that we fell asleep instantly in each other’s arms.
The long journey had made me think a lot and it was making me recall Ryo’s story over and over again scaring the shit out of me. Chri, who at first had been dreading to take me to Malta, was now ecstatic to be back to her homeland.
We stepped out of the plane and were hit with the blazing sun. Unlike my girlfriend who wore a baby pink summer dress and a straw hat, I was clad in jeans, a black jumper and a black coat. I knew then she had been prepared for the summer in Malta without giving me any warning as their summer was different to summer in Japan.
The air was different from Japan. It was refreshing. The sky was the best of blue with no sign of any clouds. The soil was dry.
I was sweating uncontrollably in the crowded airport where people where talking, or more like yelling at each other. I tried to dodge the people who were waving their hands as they spoke but I couldn't avoid all of them and got smacked by several people.
“Shit,” I cursed under my breath as I followed Chri out the airport after we retrieved our luggage. “Maybe it was a mistake to come all the way to a foreign country.”
Chri ignored my regrets and hailed for a cab. We managed to get one without having to fight for it.
“God, take off your coat, Pi-kun!” she told me off. “I’m getting hot just looking at you.”
My mood lifted and I looked at her perversely. “Oh, just looking at me is making you hot? Should we stop at a hotel before we go to your parents?”
She laughed then smacked me as she climbed into the cab first.
I stood there frowning. “Does that mean yes or a no?”
“Just get in,” she ordered from inside.
I grinned and jumped in. It was quite a journey to the ferry that would take us to Gozo where Chri’s family lived. Chri had told me on the plane that there were three Islands. Malta was the biggest Island, and then Gozo was the second biggest while Comino was the smallest with only a hotel was present on it. When we got to the port a large white ferry was waiting for us. I was a little excited to see how clear the blue water was and how I wanted to swim in it. I made a mental note to have fun while I was here.
It took us twenty minutes to dock on the Gozo port where her father waited for us. When he saw his daughter, his face lit up slightly on his impassive expression and he quickly rushed to her for a hug.
“Christine!” he breathed out heavily. “I missed you so much, pumpkin!”
“Me too,” she said breathlessly as he was hugging her tightly. “Aww, I missed you too, papa.”
He pulled back and gave her a sceptical look. “If you missed me too, then why didn't you come back home once your education ended?”
They had been talking in Maltese but since I lived with Chri for six months, she had taught me her language although I wasn't so good at it and I refused to speak in Maltese as I couldn't use the pronunciation right. Plus every time I did speak in her language she would end up laughing and calling me cute. I didn't want to be called cute but I didn't mind being called hot.
“I fell in love with Japan,” she responded with a laugh.
“And with a boy as well,” her father mumbled incoherently but I managed to hear him.
“Papa!” she shrieked. “I thought you promised over the phone you won’t whine or I wouldn't come.”
“I lied so I can see my daughter,” he retorted. “Is that wrong?”
She sighed. She then let her father go and came back to me to hook her arm around mine. “Papa, meet Yamashita Tomohisa. Pi-kun, meet my papa.”
Because Chri was holding onto my arm tightly I wasn't able to bow down so I just bowed my head. “Nice to meet you, sir,” I spoke in English as Chri had instructed me to do.
I heard him grunt and quickly raised my head to find him picking up some of the luggage, turning on his heel and walking away. I glanced at Chri in alarm wondering if I had said or done something wrong. My English couldn't be that bad could it? I had a strong accent but I’m sure it was understandable.
“Don't worry,” she assured me with a bright smile. “My papa’s always like that.”
She let go of my arm and jogged up to him leaving me to follow slowly after them. Because Chri had wanted to get a lot of souvenirs for her family, our luggage had doubled to four. As I followed behind, I barely heard them talking as they were whispering in their language.
“Christine,” I heard her father sigh. “Were there no Maltese guys for you that you had to go and pick a Chinese guy?”
“He’s Japanese,” she quickly cut in to correct just before I could.
“It’s the same!” her father exclaimed. “Anyways, I’m sure there are plenty of guys here. Take Joseph for example,” Chri grunted at the mention of the name, “he’s still single and waiting for you.”
“Papa, don't talk about Joseph,” she hissed. “How many times shall I tell you? Joseph is a weird guy that I will never like.”
I wanted to know who this Joseph character was. Chri had never mentioned him to me before. They had stopped talking once we got to the car. I put the two suitcases at the back while her father put the other two. The journey to the house was silent and awkward. I sat on edge and whenever her father would say one or two words I would jump.
My girlfriend, who sat beside me, squeezed my hand every time and whispered ‘it’s okay’ but it wasn't okay. I came to a foreign country, I didn't know what their tradition was and I was frightened as I had nowhere to go if they decide to hate me or kick me out.
To distract myself I looked out the window. I finally took in the scenery and let out a small gasp. The scenery was absolutely beautiful. Through the drive I could see the sea everywhere. And there were a lot of beaches. The houses we drove by were all made of stone and they were beautiful.
I glanced at my girlfriend recalling her earlier statement that she had fallen in love with Japan. I think I have fallen in love with her country. The sea, the beach and the beautiful weather was what I loved the most and I couldn't wait to make her take me to the beach so I could swim.
The car came to a stop in front of a yellow stoned house that was similar to the ones I have seen on our journey. As I stepped out of the vehicle I glance behind and took notice of the scenery. Because the house was at the top of a hill, I was almost able to see the whole Island and it took my breath away.
I heard the door to the house open noisily and then footsteps. I turned around to find an elderly woman stepping out with two well built guys next to her. As soon as Chri stepped out of the car, the elderly woman and the two guys rushed to her and sandwiched her into a hug. I stared as they began talking at once in their native language while I stood back feeling left out.
“Christine, I’m so happy you came back,” the elderly woman, I distinguished as the mother as she had the same features as Chri, cried out. “How could you leave it so long to return?”
“Mama,” my girlfriend grunted. “I talk to you everyday over the phone.”
“That’s not the same,” one of the guys pointed out. He had a dishevelled brunette hair like Chri and their mother and the same eye colour, brown.
“Yeah, silly sister,” the other guy agreed. He was a raven head unlike the other guy, taking the hair colour of their father and the green coloured eyes as well. “Ever since you begged mama and papa to go study abroad, you didn't come back. Is that why they sent you? To forget us?”
Chri pouted. “I didn't forget. The first year I was there I was homesick. If I didn't make friends with Ayu, I would have probably gave up and returned and then Bam and Jessie joined a year later.”
I remember her saying that she moved to Tokyo five years ago to study in a University in Tokyo. Of course her study had ended two years ago with Ayu but she stayed behind since she loved Japan too much to leave. Bam and Jessie’s studies had finished a year ago yet they were in no hurry to leave as well. In a way I was happy that she didn't leave or I would have missed the chance to meet her.
“Ah,” Chri suddenly turned to me. “Come here,” she sweetly coaxed me to her side. I managed to smile when she wrapped an arm around my waist. “Mama, Jake, Joshua, meet my boyfriend, Yamashita Tomohisa. Pi-kun, meet my mama,” she held out her hand to point at the elderly woman. She then waved her hand to the raven haired guy. “That’s Jake and,” she pointed to the brunette, “that’s Joshua.”
Since Chri wasn't holding unto me this time, I bend down on my waist and bowed in respect. “Nice to meet you all finally.”
“Oh, God!” Joshua cried out in Maltese. “Why do Chinese guys always bow?”
“He’s not Chinese!” she sent a glare towards them. “He’s Japanese! I came from Japan. Don't you think I’d get a Japanese guy home?”
I stood up straight abruptly. Was bowing not liked in this country? I glanced at Chri who was glaring at me as well. It then dawned to me that she had held my hand before to stop me from bowing in front of her father. I made a mental note to have a word with her about actually telling me rather than expecting me to know something that I have done in my country for all my life. And why do they keep referring me as a Chinese guy? Did I look Chinese to them?
“They all look the same,” Jake muttered under his breath, also speaking in his own language.
“Let’s go in,” her father suggested as he had finished unloading the luggage. “Jake, Joshua, help me with those.”
“I’ll help too,” I offered and quickly advanced forward to grab one of the suit cases.
“No,” Chri’s father swatted my hand away. “You must be tired after the long journey. Why don't you go in with Christine and rest?”
He finally spoke in English as I had doubted if any of the family members actually spoke English when Chri had told me they do. It was the only way to talk to them since I wouldn't be talking in their language.
“Oh, okay,” I responded hesitantly. I was exhausted and resting sounded appealing at the moment as I was feeling the jetlag catching up to me.
“Come,” Chri’s glares had changed to smiles and she was pulling me inside.
Instead of taking me to a room where there was a bed and I could jump on it and fall asleep, she took me on a mini tour to my dissatisfaction. Yet I complied with her selfishness as I couldn't help but be mesmerised by her smiles like I usually do. I was addicted to her smiles and I got the feeling she knew it because most the time she got away with a lot of things just by showing her sweetest smile.
I was shown the long and huge lounge, the living room, the dining room, the kitchen was big as well, and there was a swimming pool in the back next to the game room. She then took me up the stairs that had six bedrooms but she only took me to her bedroom where she had stayed for most of her 18 years of life until she moved to Japan for the next five years.
The room was cute, filled with pink frills that she blushed as she hadn't expected to still stay there. The posters she had on one side of the walls were full of Japanese pop groups making me believe that she was into Japan before she moved there. She had a small desk on a side with her computer where she had post-its all around with little notes written on them. She even had some flyers of pizza places and other food joints at the side. Her room was like typical teenagers would live in.
“I can’t believe they left it the way I left it,” she said in disbelief as I traced my hands on her desk reading her notes on the post-its.
“Man, I bet you were really cute when you were a teenager,” I said out loud.
She beamed at me. “Wanna see my photo album?”
I matched her smile. “Hell yeah.”
“Actually, I don't want to show it to you anymore. I get the feeling you’ll only tease me.”
My face fell. “Don't be like that,” I protested. “After telling me you’ll show it, you dare say you won’t?”
She giggled. “Fine,” she gave into my whining. She went over to her walk-in wardrobe and pulled it open. She rummaged through it until she found three photo albums. Holding it out in arm-length as if it was contagious while it was just dusty, she brought it over to the bed and tapped the space next to her motioning me to come over.
If only she motioned me over for another reason, I couldn't help but think. For a girl to invite you over to the bed and it’s not for sex, she definitely was a dangerous woman for all men.
I dragged my feet to the edge of the bed slowly while I tried to calm my nerves down. I sat down next to her as she dusted off the layer of dust and then opened it up to the first page. The two of us sat there for maybe more than an hour going through one picture at a time. She explained each picture since most of them were hilarious as she made funny faces or she was caught on the camera unexpectedly.
By the time she finished, we were both so tired that we fell asleep instantly in each other’s arms.