Disclaimer: another one of those where I don't really own anything… don't own character, don't own main plot. I did edit a bit to make it smoother and to fit the story more. Don't sue me, I just wanted to share one of my favorite stories with you guys and since I had to change some stuff so I can post it in the RK section, I guess I did that… hope you'll like this story too.
Full Summary: What happens when you hurt a girl all your life and realized after you pushed them to the last straw that you realize you love her? He's obsessed, she haunts him everywhere. She doesn't like him anymore and better, his ex is on the side trying to break them apart. Will she forgive he? Lovehim back? Reject him? He'll do anything to be with her, She'll do anything to prevent that, what will happen?
Chapter 1
Introduce a Life Long Friend
"Hey, move it, you freak!"
I stepped aside, allowing the person to pass through. I didn't need to rack my brain to figure out who it was. I didn't even need to look up to know who it was.
Because it was always the same person. With a whole bunch of girls who made up his fan club. His stupid fan club.
The one and only, Kenshin Himura.
I averted my gaze from them and fixed my attention onto the floor. I could hear a few of the girls snickering at me as they passed by.
I stared after them in distaste. What was it about him that everyone found so attractive? Although he was good-looking, with perfectly chiseled features and a deep set of purple-once-in-a-while-angry-amber eyes to go with it, he was probably one of the meanest and rudest person that I ever had the misfortune of knowing. And yet, tons and tons of girls were practically on their knees begging him to bring them out on a date. Granted, he was rich. But whatever happened to the old-fashioned way of falling in love with his personality and his heart rather than his wealth and looks? I shrugged. It was none of my business anyway.
I headed to class, my hands overflowing with books. The moment I set foot into the class, the atmosphere became silent. The chattering all died down as I placed all my books on my desk, located at the back of the class.
"So, Kamiya, I've always wanted to ask you. Is that sweater you are wearing specially made for you or did you get it at the reject shop?" asked Tomoe as the whole class burst out in laughter.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. This was getting old. Every morning, it was the same thing. I sat down in my seat and attempted to arrange my books into my desk, all the time ignoring their sarcastic remarks. Personally, I don't know what made everyone hate me so much. I never did anything to hurt their feelings. At least none that I could think of. But I didn't mind being alone. In fact, I kind of liked it.
The bell rang signaling the end of lessons. Chairs scraped on the floor as they were pushed backwards by students hurrying to get to the cafeteria before all the nice food were sold out. Mr. Saitou raised his voice to be heard over the noise.
"Remember, I want a 1000 word essay on the conflict about the Bakamatsu by tomorrow."
Groans were heard from every corner as everyone exited the class. I put away my books slowly. I didn't have to rush for time. I hardly ate the school food and I always had no difficulty getting a table. In fact, I'm beginning to think that the table right at the corner. where I usually sit is always reserved for me seeing as how nobody ever sits there.
The cafeteria was filled with an excited buzz when I entered. I could hear snatches of people's conversations around me.
"…who is he?"
"…doesn't look familiar at all. He isn't even in our uniform!"
"…he's good-looking…"
"…what's he doing here?"
I was curious but did not want to ask anybody, lest they might freak and blow up at me because I had just touched their expensive, imported cardigan from America.
I froze in my tracks on the way to my usual table. Instead of it being empty, there were now 3 people, guys to be exact, seated there, with trays of food on the table. I looked around the cafeteria for a spare table, which was empty but found none. I groaned inwardly. There was nothing that I can do except go up to them and see if they would allow me to sit with them. Unless I was mistaken, they probably wouldn't if they had already heard those rotten rumors going around about me, which I am sure the people in this school would only be too happy to indulge with them.
As I headed over to them slowly, dreading every second, the guy in the dark blue long-sleeved shirt looked up at me and grinned. It took me half a second to register who he was before I was running towards him and crushing him in a large bear hug.
I laughed in glee as I finally let go of him.
"Aoshi! When did you come back? How come you never told me anything about it?" I said in delight.
"I just reached this morning. And how's my little sister doing?" he smiled as he rapped me lightly on the nose.
"Fine. Thanks," I giggled.
"Someone seems to be forgetting about me…"
I turned to look at the guy in the gray shirt. My mouth dropped open as recognition dawned on me.
"Akira!" I ran around the table to give him a hug. "What brings you here?"
"Took you a while to recognize me, eh?" He exhaled a sigh and looked heavenwards.
"Forgotten all about little old me huh? I'm hurt. Hurt that you didn't think of me all this while, whereas I kept thinking of you."
I knocked his forehead lightly. "Did you forget to take your medication again? You're talking gibberish."
As I proceeded to sit down, I finally realized that there was another person who has kept silent all this while. I gave him a small smile and gazed questioningly, first at my brother, then at Akira.
"Oh, this is my cousin, Seta Soujiro. Soujiro, meet Kamiya Kaoru, the ever hyper person, with a man crushing hug and a lousy memory…" faltered Akira as I gave him the evil eye.
I grinned at Soujiro and extended my hand towards him. "Hi, Seta-san. Nice to meet you. Don't ever listen to a word he says. He talks rubbish most of the time."
He grasped my hand. "So that's it! I always knew there was something wrong with him!"
We both burst into laughter.
"There's a reason why he's here you know," continued Akira, clearing his throat. "He'll be
studying here with you, while we settle down here."
"Aoshi, is it true, you're moving here? For real?" I was beside myself with joy.
"Yes. We're moving here. For real."
My brother and Akira had left us after we were introduced so that we could get to know each other better.
"So," began Soujiro, "where are your friends?"
I winced. I knew this was coming.
"There's something that I need to tell you but first you have to promise me that you would not breathe a single word to anybody else, especially not to my brother."
He gave me a quizzical look. "Alright. I promise."
I took a deep breath. "You see, I don't really have any friends here." I could see his expression become one of surprise. "I'm not sure why either, maybe it's because I have a rotten attitude or something. I honestly have no idea. It's just that people have always shunned me ever since I first came here. I guess they don't like the idea of a new face amongst all of them. But I'm alright with the whole thing. I don't really mind actually. And you can always go around making friends. You don't have to worry about me at all."
I gave him a small smile.
He looked at me for a few moments. "Why don't you want your brother to know about it? If you're not happy, you can always change schools."
I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. "I don't want him to worry about me more than he does now. He's probably got a lot of things to do, what with managing a whole company at the young age of twenty four. He does not need the additional stress. Besides, it's been hard enough these past three years without my parents. We've managed to come so far already on our own, and I don't want it all to fall apart. I can manage it on my own. Don't worry so much."
I had kept everything bottled up inside me for so long, and suddenly, I felt as though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. Without meaning to, tears began forming in my eyes, and I blinked rapidly to get rid of them. I bowed my head downwards trying to recollect my thoughts.
For a moment, both of us were silent.
Then he spoke.
"I'll be your friend."
"Kamiya!"
I raised my head and looked all around me to locate who had yelled my name out so loud. Soujiro ran up to me, panting. "Hey! Morning. Wanna walk to school together?"
I looked at him dumbfoundedly as he gave me an adorable grin. "You want to walk to school with me? Do you know what other people might think of you? They'll probably treat you in a rotten way by not talking to you, constantly making fun of you, calling you all sorts of stupid names and…" I bit my lip and trailed off at his expression.
"Okaaaay. I get the drift. But, so what? We're friends right? And friends stick by each other no matter what."
With that statement, he relieved me of my schoolbag, placed it over his head, across his chest and onto his shoulder. Then he turned towards me and said, "Coming?"
For the very first time, ever since my parents died, I felt truly happy. As we walked together, side by side, I relieved him of some of his books, which he carried by hand. It was only fair after all. He helps me carry my bag and I help him carry his books.
As we talked and laughed on the way, a silver sports car, with its windows rolled down and the stereo on at full blast passed by us. It stopped a few feet away from us, then reversed so that they were positioned right next to us.
Tomoe stuck her head out and stared straight at me, "Walking to school I see. Are you just practicing a healthy lifestyle or are you just so poor that you can't even afford to take the bus to school? If you needed to borrow some money, I'd always be glad to help. Just think of it as charity."
Kenshin, who sat in the driver's seat just glanced over at us and smirked. Then he revved up the engine and zoomed off in a cloud of dust.
"How come you didn't say anything back to her?"
I gazed downwards. "They're not exactly people you want to mess with, Seta-san," I said
in a small voice.
"Why not?"
"It's bad enough that they're mean but they're also popular. Everyone looks up to them. They're the IT couple. And if you offend any one of them, everyone turns against you and things could get pretty ugly. Not that it'd make any difference to me, huh?" I said.
He pushed my forehead gently. "Stop thinking stupid things. Things will look up. Trust me, and please just Soujiro would be fine."
I gave him a small smile, "then please, only Kaoru."
I trudged towards my class, head bowed down, preparing myself for the hurtful remarks bound to be thrown my way the moment I entered the class.
"Never ever let anyone walk over you, Kaoru. Be strong. Always remember that whatever happens, I'll always be here for you." Soujiro's words played over and over again in my head. Somehow, I found little comfort in his words. If only he knew what it was like for me. But I knew he meant well and that was all that mattered. I took a deep breath, and entered the classroom.
"…and he was so sweet about it. He bought me flowers, a hundred red roses to be exact! Not that I was surprised, I mean, which guy would not fall for me? Of course, I had to turn him down. My Kensin wouldn't be too happy to know that I'd cheated on him, right?"
I rolled my eyes at what Tomoe said. A whole group of girls were sitting around her lapping up every single thing she said, while she sat, one leg crossed over the other, on the table.
"Which reminds me, it'll only be a matter of time before your precious little friend, Seta Soujiro, comes after me, Kaoru. Keep that in mind. And if I were you, I wouldn't get too close to him. Who knows, when he gets bored being friends with you, he might just dump you and that wouldn't be pretty, would it?"
She stared straight into my eyes, her gaze piercing me. For a while, I felt myself faltering. It was no secret that almost every guy had at least fallen for Tomoe once. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why. She had flawless features, with a fair complexion and silky, long black hair that cascaded past her shoulders to compliment her. I looked away from her and began to unpack my bag. Too immersed in my own thoughts, I had failed to notice that everyone had ceased what they were doing and all their attention were now focused towards the doorway.
It wasn't until he spoke that I raised my head.
"How long did it take for you to figure out all of this, Yukishiro Tomoe?" asked Soujiro, who was leaning against the doorframe, one leg crossed over the other, with his arms folded.
"I never expected you to find out so early that I had feelings for you," he continued, as he walked slowly towards her.
Tomoe shot me a triumphant smile and raised her eyebrows as if to say, "I told you so". I was stunned. Stunned beyond belief. Things weren't supposed to turn out like that. I could only open and close my mouth in disbelief, all the while staring transfixed at what was happening in front of my eyes.
Soujiro placed both his arms on either side of her on the table and leaned towards her while she just sat there and smiled seductively. I was so sure they were going to kiss. In fact, I was willing to bet a hundred on it. His face was just inches away from hers.
"Unfortunately, Yukishiro, the feelings I have for you aren't exactly bordering on love, you know. In fact, they're pretty far from it. Sorry to disappoint you," said Soujiro, pulling away from her in a flourish.
I blinked my eyes in confusion. Wait a minute. Did he just say what I thought I heard him say? He glanced over at me and winked. I suddenly felt an urge to laugh. Almost as if on cue, the whole class burst into applause and whistles can be heard. Well, almost the whole class anyway. All the girls were shooting daggers at him, whereas all the guys were cheering and slapping him on the back as he strolled over to where I was sitting.
"Scared you didn't I?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Nope. Not at all. I saw it coming," I said, my face dead pan. I managed to remain expressionless for a few more seconds before I burst out laughing, till tears came out of my eyes. "You should have seen her expression! Nobody's ever rejected her before, you know, and you came and said it right in her face, you meanie!"
"So… did I do good?" he asked, laughing along with me.
"Stupido! What brings you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be in the other class which is three doors down?" I said, knocking him lightly on the head.
"Not anymore. I requested for a change of class, and now I'll be in the same class as you!" he said excitedly.
"Really? Why do you need a change of class?" I asked, suspiciously.
"So that no one will mess with you! So be grateful and don't think so much!" he answered, pushing my forehead backwards.
Suddenly, an awful thought came into my mind. "Soujiro! After what you did, everyone's going to treat you like trash! I knew you shouldn't have done something like that! Now
you've gotten yourself in trouble!" I said, whacking him on the shoulder.
"So? She deserved it! She's got a head as big as a hot-air balloon! It's a wonder how she could have fit it through the door. And I've got nothing to worry about because you're my friend, and like I said earlier, friends stick by each other no matter what. So through my times of hardship, you'll be there for me, right?"
"Right!" I said without hesitating.
Surprisingly, we breezed through the first half of the day without any trouble. News about what happened had, of course, gotten out. Gossip flew around this school faster than anything. It was everyone's topic of conversation everywhere. Some of them were supportive of what Soujiro had done, but some were not.
"…heard he said it right to her face…"
"…a bit cheeky of him to do it…"
"…serves her right…"
"…Kenshin won't be happy about this…"
"…he sure showed her…"
"Uh-oh, looks like I've caused a pretty big commotion, huh?" Soujiro asked, as we sat our trays, laden with food, down at my usual table.
"Yeah," I answered, in a worried tone.
"Maybe it'll blow over in a week or so," He said, trying to convince me.
"Not likely. I don't think people are just going to forget about what happened that easily. Especially not Tomoe or Kenshin," I said, surveying the cafeteria crowd. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all." I smiled at him and proceeded to fill my stomach. The thing was, neither Kenshin nor Tomoe was at the cafeteria. And they hardly ever missed lunch breaks. Almost never. Well, only once. And that was when somebody had messed up Tomoe's shirt by accidentally spilling paint all over it. The poor guy had returned to school a week later with a battered face and a fractured arm. It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened during that lunch break. But no harm would come to Soujiro, right? I gave him a small smile as he looked up at me and offered me some of his pie. Right?
A/N to think on it, ya it is kind of waffy and stuff but I still like it. Review! (one of the stories I'm likely to update every week)