A/N: This is my attempt of a romance comedy, so please forgive me if it sucks!

Also, I don't own Forest of Drizzling Rain

For those who recognized it, I posted this story before, but I took it down because of some reasons. But now I'm giving it a chance and reposting it once more.

I hope you enjoy this even though I feel like this isn't much TwT

My Feelings

A Forest of Drizzling Rain fanfic

Chapter One

Undiscovered Feelings

"I got a confession just yesterday."

Suga choked on the cake that he-just a while ago-was savouring its taste. Officer Mochizuki tried to help him by slapping his back, while Sakuma hollered with laughter at the suffering Suga. All of that happened while Shiori just stared at them, confused of why what she said caused this kind of reaction from her friends. All she said was that someone new to the village confessed his feelings to her, so what's with their reaction?

She tried to recall her memories...

Since last week, a newcomer came and decided to live in Azakawa village. It really wasn't the perfect day for walking since it was raining a bit, but he decided to walk around the place anyway, to get used to its surroundings. It was that very day when he so happened to stumble upon the town's museum.

From what he heard, the museum used to be the home of someone, which then was later on turned to a museum. But from what he also heard, not much people go to that place. People said that there was a crazy person who yields a katana inhabiting in the museum. If one were to lower their guard in the used-to-be-mansion, then they will be slayed by that person.

But, despite the rumors, the newcomer still went to the museum to check it out.

The person was busy examining the books when Suga just suddenly appeared at his side.

One look at Suga and the newcomer screamed in fright.

Of course, because Suga has an intimidating look (most of the time), the person got scared and ran away, towards the door. Suga just sighed. He was used to people-or children-reacting like this whenever he walks up to them. Although he gets annoyed whenever people react that way, he's used to it by now since it's been like this since he was a child.

The visitor ran as fast as he can, now nearing the exit.

What the heck was that person? The man thought. Was he the crazy person that people said that he slays visitors with a katana? Or was he a monster?!

With determination, he ran as fast as his skinny legs could handle. And that was the very moment when he first met his angel.

He was met by a girl at the entrance with brown hair which was held back by a yellow bandana. Her eyes had a twinkle in it as she gave a welcoming smile to him.

"Hello!" That was what the angel said to him that time. "Welcome! My name's Kanzaki Shiori. Nice to meet you!"

Oh how his heart died happily that very moment in joyful bliss!

The wind outside gave a slight blow from behind her, making her hair do a graceful dance around her head. She gave an aura that almost seemed like she was an angel (which she is!) that descended from Heaven. And she's ready to take him to Paradise to live with her (KYAAAAAAA~)

"What's your name, sir?" Ah! Her voice-it sounded as if silver bells were jingling on a humble Christmas Eve. Oh my gosh! The newcomer now feels so nervous just standing in front of such a divine being.

"M-My name's... err... u-umm, Yuudai A-Akira."

The beautiful angel, whose name is Shiori, giggled. (He has died once again by her one-of-a-kind beauty!)

"Yuudai-san, from my guess of your shaken figure, you probably met Suga-kun. There's no need to be afraid of him. He won't bite..." She hesitated there, then added, "I think."

You think?

All wonderful thoughts of maybe getting married to this wonderful Shiori angel abruptly stopped when he heard that little information about a certain boy-who so happens to be Suga.

Suga-kun? Who's this Suga-kun? Who's this guy that DARE allows this angel (my dear beloved angel!) say his name so casually-

A poke in the back interrupted his thoughts, startling him.

"HYEEEEEEEEEK!"

Akira ran to hide behind Shiori, cowering in fear.

"P-P-PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!"

He suddenly mumbled to himself, all over and over again, words that he believed is a chant to keep the demons away. (The demon being Suga.) He learned the chant from TV back when he lived in the city.

When he was about to finish the chant, he heard a giggle coming from the girl.

"Oh, Yuudai-san, that chant you're using is actually a fake one. It's something that's made up in television."

Akira looked up with teary eyes. "H-Huh...?"

She looked quite surprised to see tears in his eyes. She never expected him to actually cry over something like this, since guys normally have their pride as men after all...

He looked up at Shiori. She must have noticed him being quite the scaredy cat that he is because she then gave him a warm and reassuring smile. (GAH! His heart just went DOKI DOKI there!)

"Like I said, Suga-kun isn't going to bite you. He's actually not scary until you get to know him more. So you don't need to be be scared of him."

Akira looked around her and stared at the guy who he believes is this "Suga-kun".

He couldn't help but think that nothing about this Suga guy is not scary.

The guy wears clothes that are all black like some dark demon that is from the depths of Hell. He has a face like a demon who may be from the depths of Hell. He has intimidating eyes that looks like it was meant to be for a demon from the depths of Hell. Everything about him looks like he was BORN from the depths of Hell. Heck, he could be from the depths of Hell after all! How could Shiori-san even believe he's a nice guy?

Besides, who freaking wields a katana everywhere he goes, like some warrior? AND WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THE SWORD IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

The said demon's left hand reaches toward the pocket of his pants, and Haru gave a squeak of fear before hiding behind Shiori's back again.

For a minute, there was the sound of scritch scratching of a pen on paper. After a while, it sounded like the demon took some steps forward to Shiori and him, then stopped. Then silence.

Akira looked up hesitantly, and what he saw was that the same demon was holding up a piece of memo paper, words written elegantly on it. For a demon, he has great penmanship.

Welcome to the museum, Yuudai-san.

I am Koutarou Suga. The custodian.

Shiori hummed, not removing the smile on her face. "Now that you got a good look at Suga-kun, he isn't that bad, right, Yuudai-san?"

What she expected was for Akira to finally be friendly with Suga, but he did the opposite and "tried" to seem brave by glaring at Suga. (Notice the emphasis on "tried".)

Unfortunately for Shiori, Akira was not convinced enough that Suga wasn't a scary person. But ever since that day, he would come to visit the museum everyday to see Shiori's face. He'd protect her from the "demon" of that museum with every minute of his life. (Would sound romantic if it weren't for the fact that he ends up crying and begging Suga to not slice him up and eat him up for dinner.)

And that was how Shiori spent the previous week in her stay in Azakawa village.

"So? What does Onee-san think about him? Akira-san, I mean..." Sakuma asked Shiori in the afternoon when Shiori was busy arranging the books. They were both in Suga's room, since Shiori is busy tidying up the place, and Sakuma was there to accompany Shiori, making sure she does not "die from boredom".

Shiori hummed in thought. What does she think of Akira?

"Hmm, I think he's a nice guy, despite his cowardly personality. He would bring me flowers and chocolates everytime he comes to visit. He sometimes would bring cake if he has enough money to go buy ingredients for it."

Sakuma laughed as she abandoned the book she had been reading a while ago, so that she may get to focus on the conversation she picked to have with Shiori.

"Chocolates? Flowers? Sounds like a lovesick fool if you ask me," Sakuma leaned her head back, staring at the ceiling. "So, do you like Akira-san?"

Shiori paused from placing the book The History of Azakawa in its rightful place in the shelf. She turned to look at Sakuma with her head tilted a bit to the left.

"Eh?"

Sakuma sighed. Her head turned to Shiori.

"I mean, do you like Akira-san in a romantic way?"

Shiori chewed her bottom lip. "I'm not sure." Realizing what she said, she quickly corrected what she meant to say. "I mean... I like him, but I don't like him that way. I just see him as a friend."

Once again, Sakuma laughed. "Well, Akira-san would probably be heartbroken when he hears that!" She propped up her feet on the table in front of her. Shiori nearly didn't hear her muttering to herself, softly. "Then again, at least Suga would be relieved to hear that..."

Shiori was stunned when she heard that. She quickly turned around to look at the girl.

"Huh? What did you say, Sakuma?"

Now realizing what she just said, Sakuma instantly shook her head. "N-Nothing, Onee-san!"

The look Sakuma gave to Shiori gave the message that made Shiori all the more curious. But it seems like even if Shiori would try to pry the answers out from Sakuma, the girl would never give in. Therefore, Shiori would have to find out what Sakuma meant by herself. With that, she sighed.

"Fine, I won't ask." Sakuma then smiled. She looks relieved.

Silence was replaced to their conversation. For a while, neither Shiori or Sakuma spoke a word. Since they were just silent to each other, Shiori went back to arranging the books. But that spell of silence was later broken by Sakuma.

"Neh, Onee-san, do love anyone in the meantime? Better yet, do you even know what it feels like to be in-love?" Then she added with a hint of teasing in her voice. "Hey, Onee-san, do you love Suga? Do you have any feelings for that scary custodian? Any at all?"

THUD!

Sakuma looked at Shiori's direction, seeing that Shiori froze, her figure tense. She frowned in confusion. Was there something that she said that was offending or something?

While the girl was staring at the silent girl, what was happening in Shiori's mind were thoughts and questions invading her head.

Love Suga? Having feelings for Suga? This was the first time the idea of liking Suga in a romantic way has entered her train of thought. Question is... does she like Suga? Of course, she likes Suga, but... does she like Suga as a man? Like him where she wants to always be with him, and for him to always be with her?

Sure, she could remember those times back when they were kids, when she would not be satisfied unless she plays with Suga. She recalls of those times that it was Suga who could always make her feel happy, feel safe, and feel comfortable to be around with. But, back to her question, does she love him? In a romantic way?

What are her feelings for him?

She shook her head.

I'll just figure that out some other time.

Shiori takes notice of Sakuma's feet on the table. "Sakuma, Suga would not be too happy when he sees your shoes making a mess on his desk."

"Meh. He could do whatever he wants!"

Later that noon, the rest of the day was spent with Suga scolding Sakuma (through memos, of course) about how she messed up his table. At times, he'd say some words, here and there, but he felt more comfortable with making memos ever since the curse. So, with this, it made him apply the rule that Sakuma should never, EVER, step in to his room. Ever.

A/N: It's not clear of when the next update will come, but if I'm lucky enough, it may come next month... Maybe.

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Until next time~