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White Snow and Flowing Water; a thread dedicated for the Shiroyuki and a certain Kizami.
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Topic Started: Dec 17 2012, 06:54 PM (833 Views)
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Dec 17 2012, 06:54 PM
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Story Type: Original Fiction Genre : Friendship Language: English Request from Mocca-Marocchi, a fic about Kanato x Misa
I do own the OCs and the plot
Afterward Crap.
Misa cursed. It was supposed to be sunny and extremely hot today, or that was what the weather forecast said. But it seemed the sky had planned something else, as it was raining heavily. Misa didn't see this coming, so she didn't bring her umbrella when she went to see Kanato at the cafe near the campus today. Seeing Kanato had been her everyday thing since Fuuko's marriage. She knew, he needed someone by his side for some time being. He might not show it, but Kanato still couldn’t get over his sister’s marriage. He never smiled cheerfully like he used to, although only Misa who realized this. The poor guy wasn’t the type to move on easily it seemed.
Back to Misa, who was still taking shelter at a bookstore. She had no choice, except to wait for the rain to stop. Her dorm was not that far, but she had no reason to let herself get soaked and catch a cold, especially when the day after was her last day of exam, and she hadn't studied yet. She waited for almost half an hour, but the rain didn't show any sign of stopping.
Finally, Misa lost her patience and decided to run to her dorm without giving a damn about the heavy rain. She ran and ran until she arrived in front of her dorm, her body and bag were all wet--thankfully, not the things inside her bag. She was about to take off her shoes when she felt a throbbing headache. Before she realized it, the world before her was dark.
***
"She's still sleeping?"
"Seems like it. Her fever isn't gone yet."
"And tomorrow is the last day of her exam...poor Kiza-san."
The sound of people's chattering was heard next to her. When Misa opened her eyes, she felt a cold wet cloth on her head. She saw her dormmates next to her.
"You're finally awake! Welcome back to the world!" one of them, Kyoko, exclaimed cheerfully.
"Oh, also please excuse us. We changed your clothes because they were so soaked and it wouldn't be good for your fever if you still wore them," the other one, Shiina, continued. Misa could only nod a bit, still feeling the headache and sick all over.
"Go back to sleep, Kiza-san! If you do so, I'm sure you'll get better in no time!" Kyouko said, supported by a nod from Shiina.
"Thank you girls," Misa muttered quietly before drifting back to sleep.
***
When Misa opened her eyes again, she felt much better than before. Really, sleeping and resting were the best medicines. Before she got up, she realized there was someone next to her bed. Even though her room was dark, she could still see a silhouette. Her hand tried to reach the sleeping figure before she realized who it was.
"Natto!?" she would've screamed if only she didn't remember that it was already evening. Sure, Kanato was her best friend for life, but what kind of female wouldn't be surprised when they saw a man in their dark room?
The silhouette--Kanato, was startled and he was awoken, "Eh? Ah?"
"You idiot! Why are you in a girl's room, with lights off, and you were even sleeping! Next to my bed!"
Kanato immediately got up and took a step backward to avoid her further rage, "Sorry, sorry! I called your cellphone earlier but since there was no answer, I called your dorm. Your dormmate said you fell unconscious so here I am!" he explained quickly.
Misa sighed, being the understanding person she was she didn’t pester her best-friend anymore, "Anyway, since I'm awake now you can go home."
“No, I’m gonna stay here,” Kanato replied, earning a confused and annoyed glare from Misa, “What? Why are you glaring at me?”
“Do I even need to answer that? Look at the time, idiot. It’s almost ten now, you should return to your place or else people are gonna talk. I need to study too,” Misa literally felt headache after she said the last sentence.
“You still want to take the exam tomorrow?” Kanato asked in an exaggerated tone, “Amazing, Misa. I’ve never seen someone as passionate as you in college.”
“Shut up and stop exaggerating, Natto. Now get the hell out of my room and go back to your dorm. I only have ten hours to study and sleep, so don’t make that time even less.”
“I’m staying, just in case the fever comes back and you faint again,” the younger guy said in a teasing tone, with a grin on his lips. Misa gave Kanato a death glare, which he replied with a playful little smile.
“Whatever. Just don’t disturb me while I’m studying,” Misa got up from her bed and headed toward her desk. She took out her study materials from her bag and started reading when she noticed Kanato was staring at her.
“Something on my face?” she asked. Kanato shook his head, “Nah, nothing. I just want to apologize. Because of our usual appointment at the café earlier, you had to get soaked in the rain and caught a fever.”
“What, you apologize because of that? Seriously, it’s not like you caused the rain or anything,” Misa frowned.
“But because of that fever you started your study hours late—“
“Dude, you know my studying schedule was messed up and your stupid rambling is making it even worse because I can’t concentrate. Now get out,” Misa forcefully pushed Kanato toward the door.
“H—hey Misa—“
“See you tomorrow, Natto!” with a devilish grin on her face, Misa kicked Kanato out and locked the door. She could hear Kanato’s voice faintly, cursing but he still said good night.
‘Now to continue studying,’ Misa thought as she sat on her desk and started reading the materials again.
***
The last exam went better than Misa thought. Thanks to the materials she read the night before, she could finish the essays brilliantly. She looked at the time and walked toward the usual café. Misa knew she’d be hours early but she just wanted to gulp some caffeine. Contrary to what she had expected, she saw Kanato inside the café—but he was not alone. Misa could recognize the girl Kanato was with. Her dormmates, Kyoko and Shiina. Curious, Misa entered the café.
“Welcome, Kizami-san! You’re early today,” the waitress greeted her. “I only had one class of exam today,” Misa replied. When she glanced toward her three friends, they looked surprised. Kanato even got up from his seat, took his bag and walked outside. He only tapped Misa’s shoulder lightly and he was gone. Of course, Misa was confused. Usually Kanato would greet her even at the most inappropriate times, so this behavior was new to her.
“What’s wrong with him? Moreover, what were you guys doing with him?” Misa asked as she sat on her remaining friends’ table.
“Err…….we just happened to see Shiroyuki-kun sitting alone here, so we joined him!” Kyoko answered, while Shiina only nodded, agreeing. Misa could tell they weren’t telling the truth from their attitude, but she stayed quiet. She supposed it wasn’t her business. Just like that, the three dormmates spent their time chattering in the café. Misa even left her routine to meet Kanato every noon, but even the said guy wasn’t seen anymore since he left the café earlier. Misa just brushed it off, thinking Kanato might be sick or something.
***
After her exams ended, Misa was bored to death. Sure, she didn’t have to worry about human resources or inflation right now, but still having nothing to do was terrible. All she did was roll around her bed, re-read her old mangas that she had read for a million times, or surf the net.. Nothing was up online, so she felt even more bored than she should. She couldn’t even hang out with Kanato since he had classes. Just when she thought she was going to die in boredom, her cellphone rang.
”Misa?”
“Natto? Need something?” Misa silently wished Kanato was going to save her from boredom.
”You’re free right now, right? Wanna hang out?”
Misa felt like a savior had come, “I want! But don’t you have classes until evening?”
”Nah, the evening class was cancelled. I have nothing to do now. Since you’re free, then let’s meet at the usual place, okay? See you….hm, in an hour, I guess. Bye.”
Misa hung up and quickly got dressed. She really wanted to go outside, but she was too lazy go outside alone. At least, she had a company. Misa arrived twenty minutes earlier than the promised time, but she could already see Kanato sitting at their usual seat. She approached him, “This is unusual. Both of us are early.”
Kanato looked toward Misa, “Ah, yeah. Hello.”
Misa then took a seat across Kanato when the younger guy asked, “The fever didn’t return, right?”
“Yeah. Why do you ask? Worried?” Misa replied, earning a light chuckle from Kanato. It’d been a while since Kanato laughed, so Misa was quite delighted to see this.
“Oh, right, I invited you here so I can give you this,” Kanato took something from his bag, and turned out it was a snow-globe. He handed it to his stunned companion.
“Wow, thank you so much, Natto. This is…really cute. But how do you know I’ve been craving for snow-globe?”
Kanato scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “You remember when you saw me with your dormmates? I asked them to come here and asked what do you want the most these days. When you suddenly entered, I panicked and rushed outside. I didn't want you to find out yet.”
Misa was still dazzled by the snow-globe, checking it out, “But why would you give me this? My birthday is still months away, you know.”
“Eh…that?” Kanato once again scratched his head awkwardly, “I really did feel bad when you caught a fever because of that rain. So after you kicked me out of your room the other night, I decided to do something to cheer you up. I called your dormmates, and they told me you were craving for a snow-globe. Glad you like it.”
Misa didn’t expect such an answer from the younger guy. A warmth spread in her heart, and she smiled happily, “That’s cute, Natto. Really, me catching a fever because of the rain was not your fault at all, but I really appreciate this. Thank you so much for being such a caring friend,” she said that while pinching his cheek.
“Hey, that hurts!” Kanato complained, warding her hand. Misa only chuckled.
“Well, as a sign of gratitude for this snow-globe, it’s gonna be my treat today,” Misa decided, “We’re even.”
“Then it’s settled,” Misa was surprised to see the smiled that was gone from Kanato’s face after Fuuko’s marriage—he was now smiling cheerfully, making his expression look like a little kid.
Misa just wished that smile wouldn’t disappear again. Kenapa friendship? Karena semua ada tahapnya, dan MisaNatto ini lemot sekali dua-duanya lol
Ini agak ngawur karena nulisnya dini hari ya /alibi
Mocca, maaf ini udah lama, panjang, tapi gak unyu...semoga suka deh :"
Oh, buat yang gak tau snow-globe itu apa
Snow-globe  Kayak gitu contohnya
Pendapat, kritik dan saran? C:
Edited by Ajeng, Nov 22 2013, 03:19 PM.
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Dec 18 2012, 02:09 AM
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So, I am confused with Dead Apple
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Ceritanya bagus banget tapi, tetap tidak bisa menghindari grammar error nih ahahaha..tidak perlu berkecil hati karena hal ini kok, Ajeng-san
1. The sound of people's chattering was heard next to her. When Misa opened her eyes, she felt a cold wet cloth on her head. She saw her dormmates next to her.
-Menurut saya: karena orangnya banyak, percakapnnya banyak, harusnya pakai 'were' bukan 'was'.
2. "You're finally awake! Welcome back to the world!" one of them, Kyoko, exclaimed cheerfully.
-Menurut saya: 'one' harus diawali dengan huruf besar. jadi "....Welcome back to the world!" One of them, Kyoko, exlaimed cheerfully. Tapi saya juga agak ragu soal yang satu ini juga sih...ahahaha My bad...
Note: Saya juga ga terlalu pintar dalam grammar sih...ahaha... Gomen kalau ada kesalahan dalam perbaikan saya...
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I did say I'm willing to die for one man but, turns out its like a dozen of them. And most importantly, two women stood on top of 'em all.
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Dec 18 2012, 02:27 AM
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Makasih ficnya, Ajeeeng~ saya terharu request saya dibuat sedemikian indahnya (^▿^ʃƪ) I love this! Ah, romance-nya Mocca-Marocchi itu justru yang seperti ini, yang masih nyerempet-nyerempet friendship atau family. OC-OC saya sendiri juga rata-rata lemot soal romance. XDD Oh, jadi itu toh snow globe... Unyu bangeet~ Btw, Misa ternyata pintar banget yak. Dengan waktu belajar yang terbatas bisa mengerjakan soal dengan sempurna. Wogh! Natto care banget sama Misa di sini. So sweet dah~
Pokoknya fic ini top markotop, dah. Add to favourites!
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Dec 18 2012, 03:24 AM
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@zhaoyingchan : Untuk masalah grammar, saya punya argumen balesan /gak gitu Kan percakapannya terjadi antara dua orang aja, jadi cuma terjadi satu percakapan dong, makanya saya pake 'was'. Untu kritik yang kedua saya cuma bisa nyengir karena itu masalah EYD lol
Makasih atas kritiknya!
@Mocca : Untunglah Anda suka...saya udah nyelesain part awal sebelum ulangan padahal, tapi mager menyerang, jadilah ini baru saya selesain semalem lol ampun
Misa emang brilian, tapi cuma pas ujian terakhir itu aja wkwk hari-hari sebelumnya di ujung tanduk
Thanks atas review-nya!
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Dec 18 2012, 08:14 AM
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So, I am confused with Dead Apple
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Owh..baiklah...I get the idea... Yang saya pikirkan pas membaca people itu, orangnya banyak banget gitu loh. Saya lupa kalau cuma ada 2 orang saja yang bercakap-cakap.
Umm...saya tidak bermaksud mengkritik kok...maaf bila bahasa yang saya gunakan untuk comment terhitung kasar...
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Jun 23 2014, 07:09 AM
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Story Type: Original Fiction Genre : Friendship (LAGI? IYA.) Language: English Rating: K Summary: Misa turned her head, and she was met with a pair of beautiful purple orbs.
First Having a forgetful mind was unpleasant. A part of Misa’s mind cursed that damned teacher who had given such a complicated task in their first week in high school, which was the root of this whole disaster. Had they been able to read what was going on inside her mind right now, most people would think that she was overreacting, but she really would call forgetting her phone and earphones a disaster. Blame the damned biology assignment—and a small part of her admitted that her forgetful mind played a part in this.
Her brown orbs eyed the two-leveled building in front of her—the Shiroyuki Family Restaurant, which also served as the residence for the Shiroyuki family. Misa and her groupmates, Shiroyuki Fuuko and Hieru Kou, agreed to do their assignment in Fuuko’s house, and thanks to Kou’s undying love for the subject, they managed to finish their project in a satisfying way. Although that led to Misa hurrying to head back home and forgetting her phone and earphones.
Misa was about to slide the wooden door when she noticed the sign ‘Closed’ hanging. She mentally scolded herself for forgetting that it was Sunday, and of course the restaurant wouldn’t be open. She then remembered another door in the building which she used the day before to enter the house instead of the restaurant. Her feet brought her to the side of the building and she found the door. Misa rang the bell, while feeling unnecessarily nervous. One, two, three minutes had passed, but no one had answered. She tried ringing the bell once again, and she was met with another silence.
Misa let out an exasperated sigh, cursing her terrible luck that day. The whole Shiroyuki family was out it seemed, and she had to wait for another day to get her phone and earphones back. She turned her heels when she saw someone standing before her—a boy taller than her, but seemed to be younger. His appearance was quite messy, giving her the impression that he had been doing sports practice or something, and the sports bag he was carrying supported her deduction. His face showed a puzzled expression, but what caught her attention was his eyes. They were of a shade of purple, a colour that normally wouldn’t suit a teenage boy, but somehow it strangely suit him.
“Umm, can I help you?” The boy asked, his voice sounded tired, but his tone polite.
“Ah.” Misa felt ashamed and guilty for staring, and quickly added, “I’m here to meet Shiroyuki Fuuko-san.” Wait, why am I telling this boy? I don’t even know if he is a resident—
“You are a friend of my sister?” It might be just her eyes playing tricks, but Misa saw that his purple orbs brightened upon the mention of Fuuko’s name, “I am sorry, she is currently out. I can deliver your message, though.”
“Actually, I’m here to retrieve my things I left behind yesterday.” Misa explained, “A pair of earphones and a cellphone, to be exact.”
“Are those earphones purplish in colour?” The boy asked, and Misa nodded. His lips formed a half-smile, “Ah, I know where those are. I found them in front of the door last night, so I kept them. I don’t know about your phone, though. I think my sister kept it.”
Misa instinctively stood out of the boy’s way when he moved forward to unlock the door. As he turned the handle, he glanced at Misa, “I’ll get your earphones, err—“
“It’s Kizami. Misa Kizami.”
“Well then. Come on in, Kizami-senpai.”
***
Misa sat awkwardly on the couch, while the boy—who had introduced himself as Shiroyuki Kanato, the youngest of the Shiroyuki family—had returned to his room to get her earphones. Misa took this time to look around the room, because when she came before she didn’t have much time to really look, since she hurriedly went to Fuuko’s room to do their assignment. There were few photographs, and it was almost too empty for Misa. It seemed the Shiroyuki only kept things that were really useful for them.
“Kizami-senpai! Here, your earphones and phone.” The cheerful voice of Kanato snapped Misa out of her mind, “Turns out my sister found your phone and kept it in my room instead of hers—don’t ask me why because I don’t know—and ta-da! You have your things back now.”
Misa was rather taken aback by Kanato’s cheerfulness and over familiarity, having little experience with a person with such bright personality—a week in high school was enough to get her too used to Kou’s grumpy, cynical demeanor—but somehow she felt no discomfort. He felt like an adorable younger brother, and she barely even knew him.
“Thank you for your help, Shiroyuki-kun.” She took her things from his hands, “I should be going now—“
“Please wait for a moment!” Kanato quickly said, taking Misa by surprise, “I just realized I’ve made you wait without serving anything, so I want to fix that. I will make you something to drink, and I promise you this will be worth the wait!”
“You don’t need to go to such a great length, Shiroyuki-kun—“
“But I insist, Kizami-senpai.”
How could she resist such a determined look on his purple eyes? “Well then, if it’s not too much trouble…”
“Certainly!” He gleefully skipped to the kitchen and making God-knows-what, while Misa got back to her seat, stunned.
What a dork.
Kanato returned with a tall-glass filled with something akin to chocolate and a bowl of…cookies?
“I thought you said something to drink?” Misa asked, while Kanato put the glass and bowl on the coffee table.
“I baked too much cookies yesterday.” He answered, a sheepish grin plastered on his face.
Too much questions going on in Misa’s head—why does he bake his own cookies, why does he insist on making me a drink?—but she knew better than to press on the matter. Carefully, she took the glass and sipped what was inside. Her expression automatically turned bright as she claimed, “This is wonderful.”
“Ah, glad you like it.” Kanato scratched his cheek, “I intend to make that a new menu in our restaurant, but to be honest I was doubting myself. I thought it was good enough, but I needed someone else’s assessment.”
“In other words, I’m your rat lab.” Misa said, with no ill-intention. Instead, she smiled at his honesty.
“Sorry, Kizami-senpai.”
“No problem, at least this tastes wonderful. Care to tell me how did you make this?”
“Sorry, a chef’s secret lies in the kitchen.” He immediately replied. “Besides, who knows if you might use the recipe to rival our restaurant?”
Misa laughed. “Can I take the cookies too?”
“Do as you please.”
Misa took one bite.
“Shiroyuki-kun, I think you’re gifted.” She claimed, “You’re good at making drinks and baking cookies. Don’t tell me you cook in the restaurant too?”
Kanato rubbed the back of his head, “Sometimes, yes.”
“That’s amazing.”
Misa stayed longer than she had originally intended.
*** “I heard you met Kanato yesterday, Kizami-san?”
“Yes I did, Shiroyuki-san.”
“Well, he told me you came to get your things back, but since I was out you were going to head back. Thank goodness he arrived at time.”
“Thank goodness indeed. By the way, I brought the cookies he gave me.”
“So that’s why the cookies I’ve been saving were gone—no, I’m just kidding, Kizami-san! Kanato really did bake too much for us, so it was no wonder he gave you some.”
“Your brother is a very nice person, Shiroyuki-san.”
***
It didn’t take long for ‘Shiroyuki-kun’ to become ‘Kanato’, and it took even less amount of time for ‘Kanato’ to become ‘Natto’. What took a great amount of time was their slowly changing bond, something that no one could foresee.
Pas mereka bertiga ngerjain tugas, Kanato belum pulang dari latian bolanya. Terus ini saat-saat masih belum inget ~kehidupan sebelumnya~ Duh gak tau ah ini apaan...mana penulisannya ngebosenin abis gitu huhu maaf
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Jun 24 2014, 02:45 PM
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Nyaa~ nice deeh~ ceritanya so sweet dalam berbagai arti :3 Semoga restorannya Shiroyuki family selalu rame yaaa /salahfokus
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Jun 25 2014, 05:51 AM
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udah baca tapi lupa mau komen OTL forgetful sekali ane ini :"3
asik, first meetingnya akhirnya ada versi fiksinya nih ye. huohohoho. jadi dulunya kanato manggil misa pake embel-embel senpai gitu? kok ngakak ya... /hus terus saya pikir misa suka warna ungu gegara warna mata kanato, ternyata emang dari dulu suka warna ungu tah... zzz kayaknya saya kurang menyadari ini ya.
btw saya iri kenapa dirimu bisa bikin fiksi rate K. haishh. piye carane nggawe fiksi rate K, mbak!?!? /yoweshza
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Jul 31 2014, 04:04 PM
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@mocca: Haha, Aamiin
@za: Natto kan anak yang sopan baik dan tidak sombong :)) Gimana ya...saya anak kecil sih di hati lol
Story Type: Original Fiction, with a slight touch of roleplay. Genre : Friendship (selamanya friendship) Language: Indonesia Rating: K Summary: Dua manusia, dengan situasi yang serupa—otak yang menolak lupa.
~ Lama.
Sudah hampir lima belas menit Misa menunggu, dan orang yang ditunggu sudah terlambat sepuluh menit dari waktu perjanjian. Misa adalah orang yang berprinsip 'bisnis dan uang itu penting' dan 'waktu adalah uang', jadi keterlambatan sama saja dengan membuang-buang uang. Diikuti hentakan kaki yang tak sabar, Misa mengeluarkan ponselnya ketika seseorang memanggil.
"Hai, maaf terlambat."
Melihat kedatangan orang itu, Misa menghela napas dan memasukkan kembali ponsel ke tasnya, "Kau lama sekali, Warauki."
"Ketiduran."
"Alasan yang sangat valid."
Warauki hanya nyengir menanggapi sindiran Misa, "Ayo jalan."
"Untunglah kau yang mentraktir hari ini, kalau tidak..." Misa menggantungkan kalimatnya, dan lagi-lagi yang Warauki lakukan hanya nyengir.
Warauki mensejajarkan langkahnya dengan Misa, "Tempatnya tidak jauh kan?"
"Tidak terlalu. Jalan kaki lima menit juga cukup." Jawab Misa, "Kecuali kalau jalanmu seperti kura-kura."
"Hei hei, apa kau lupa? Aku ini monyet liar yang lincah. Jalanku cepat!" Sahut Warauki, "Dua menit juga sampai."
Misa mengangkat bahu, tapi bibirnya membentuk senyum tipis. Terkadang, sifat kebocahan seperti yang dimiliki Warauki ini bisa menghibur otak yang penat karena kuliah.
Sama seperti sifat kebocahan Kanato.
Sesuai kata Misa, lima menit kemudian mereka sudah sampai di tempat tujuan—Restoran Shiroyuki. Misa melirik ke arah Warauki, yang tampak sedang mengamati gedung bernuansa cokelat tersebut. Yah, reaksi yang wajar dari seseorang yang baru pertama kali datang ke sini. Tanpa ragu, Misa membuka pintu, disambut hembusan lembut angin dari pendingin ruangan—berkah di musim panas seperti ini.
"Selamat datang—Misa-chan!" Seorang lelaki paruh baya menyapa dari balik meja bar yang memisahkan dapur dan tempat makan pelanggan. Warauki menyadari satu hal yang cukup tak biasa—mata lelaki itu berwarna ungu pucat.
"Paman Ryusuke." Balas Misa, menyunggingkan sebuah senyum sopan, "Apa kabar, Paman?"
"Paman sehat-sehat saja!" Jawab lelaki bernama Ryusuke itu, "Sudah cukup lama kau tidak ke sini, Misa-chan. Kanato bilang kau sedang sibuk-sibuknya, tapi syukurlah kau menyempatkan diri mengunjungi kami lagi.
Sepasang mata ungu itu kemudian mengamati Warauki sekilas, walau tetap membuat si pemuda merasa canggung, "Apa pemuda ini pacarmu, Misa-chan?"
Dengan cepat Misa menjawab sebelum Warauki sempat membuka mulut, "Bukan, Paman. Dia cuma teman kok."
"Oh." Ryusuke manggut-manggut, "Ngomong-ngomong, kebetulan sekali tempat dudukmu yang biasa sedang kosong. Perlu kuantar?"
"Tidak perlu, Paman." Tolak Misa halus, dan Ryusuke hanya mengangguk sekali.
Misa berjalan menuju meja yang dimaksud, Warauki mengikuti di belakangnya. Mereka duduk di sebuah meja yang menurut Warauki letaknya cukup strategis, baik untuk melihat pemandangan di luar maupun untuk memanggil pelayan.
"Kau akrab sekali dengan bapak-bapak tadi." Komentar Warauki sambil membolak-balik menu yang terletak di atas meja.
"Dia pemilik restoran ini. Ayahnya Fuu-san." Jawab Misa singkat, "Berhubung kau baru pertama kali datang ke sini, kusarankan kau coba gyudon-nya. Nomor satu di daerah ini. Serius.”
Warauki mengangkat kedua alisnya, menatap Misa sangsi, "Jangan menjebakku dan merekomendasikan makanan yang paling mahal ya, mentang-mentang aku yang bayar."
"Enak saja." Misa tertawa kecil, "Aku tidak setega itu. Lagipula harga makanan di sini tidak mahal. Kujamin deh."
Warauki mengamati menu yang ada di tangannya dengan seksama, dan benaknya mengiyakan ucapan Misa saat melihat daftar harga. Setidaknya dompetnya akan selamat dari petaka terburuk yang ia khawatirkan.
"Ya sudah, aku pesan gyudon." Putus Warauki akhirnya, "Untuk minumnya…ocha dingin saja deh.”
“Serius? Kau tak mau mencoba minuman lain?” Misa mengangkat alis, “Tidak mahal kok, kalau itu yang kau cemaskan.”
“Apa aku kelihatan sekere itu?” Balas Warauki, “Cuma sedang pengen saja kok, bukan mengkhawatirkan dompet.”
“Terserah kau deh.” Ucap Misa, dan mengangkat tangannya. Seorang pelayan menghampiri meja mereka, bersiap mencatat pesanan, “Gyudon dan tendon masing-masing satu porsi, untuk minumnya ocha dan satu botol sake, dua-duanya dingin.”
“Sake? Sore-sore begini? Kau serius?” Tanya Warauki setelah si pelayan pergi dari meja mereka.
“Kenapa tidak?” Sahut Misa, “Sedang pengen saja kok.”
“Ikut-ikut omonganku saja kau.” Cibir Warauki, dan Misa hanya tertawa kecil. “Aku tidak tanggung jawab kalau kau mabuk dan tidak bisa pulang ya. Janjiku cuma mentraktirmu.”
“Aih, dingin sekali sama teman sendiri.” Ujar Misa dramatis, memasang ekspresi terluka—yang sudah pasti hanya pura-pura, “Tenang saja, aku bukan Hieru yang langsung hilang akal sehat kalau minum seteguk saja. Sepuluh botol sake juga bisa kusikat habis, tanpa mabuk.”
Warauki meringis, namun lagi-lagi niatnya untuk menanggapi tidak terlaksana saat pelayan datang membawakan pesanan mereka. Pemuda jangkung itu mengamati makanan yang dihidangkan di depannya, dan aroma yang merasuki indera penciumannya memancing gelegar bunyi dari lambungnya yang kosong, “Err, cepat juga pelayanannya ya.”
“Begitulah, dan sore ini tidak terlalu ramai pengunjung.” Jawab Misa, “Selamat makan.”
Warauki mengikuti gestur Misa dan mulai menyantap makanannya. Seketika, sinar matanya berubah—lebih cerah. Andai ia hidup di dunia manga, mungkin feromon merah jambu bisa terlihat beterbangan di sekelilingnya, “Benar – benar enak!”
“Apa kubilang tadi?” Ucap Misa kalem, walaupun dari nada bicaranya ada kebanggaan yang tersirat, “Beruntunglah kau Paman Ryusuke yang masak. Mungkin restoran ini bisa kau jadikan langganan yang baru.”
“Mungkin.” Ulang Warauki, dan sisa waktu mereka dihabiskan dalam kesibukan masing – masing dalam mengolah sumber protein dan karbohidrat untuk dicerna. Tidak ada kata yang terucap, keduanya terlalu sibuk—Warauki sibuk mendalami rasa gyudon yang berbeda, yang baru pertama kali ia rasakan, sedangkan Misa sibuk berkutat dengan pikirannya, entah apa. Makan hanya jadi kegiatan sampingan baginya.
“Terima kasih atas makanannya!” Dari caranya mengucapkan kalimat itu, Misa bisa memperkirakan kalau Warauki puas dengan makanannya, “Tidak sia – sia aku mentraktirmu di sini.”
“Sama – sama. Sekedar info saja, tempat ini lumayan terkenal juga untuk pasangan – pasangan muda untuk tempat kencan, jadi kau bisa mengajak pacarmu ke sini suatu hari—hari di mana kau dapat pacar, maksudku.”
“Ngeledek nih?” Warauki memicingkan mata, dan Misa mengangkat tangannya, kedua jarinya membentuk gestur damai.
“Jangan marah. Aku sudah jenuh menghadapi Hieru yang kerjanya marah – marah terus.”
Warauki meneguk ocha-nya, dan tiba – tiba ada pertanyaan aneh yang terlintas di benaknya, “Ngomong – ngomong soal pacar, kenapa kau belum punya pacar?”
Badan Misa menjadi kaku. “Mau ngeledek balik atau gimana nih?”
“Bukan itu!” Sergah Warauki, “Kau kan, setauku ya, termasuk golongan sukses. Saat ini kau menempuh pendidikan untuk mencapai gelar S2, dan kau juga sambil bekerja di sebuah…hotel ya, kalau tidak salah? Lalu menurutku kau juga tidak jelek – jelek amat, dan kudengar bukannya tidak ada orang yang mendekatimu, kau saja yang menolak, dan jangan berpikiran macam – macam dulu, aku memuji dengan tulus nih.”
Misa memainkan botol sake yang sudah kosong, “Astaga, dari mana kau dapat semua informasi itu?”
“Dameneko yang tau dari suaminya.”
“Hieru sialan.” Gumam Misa, sambil menghela napas panjang. “Yah, terima kasih kau sudah berpikiran kalau aku ini tergolong sukses. Untuk urusan pacar…yah, begitulah. Belum waktunya, kurasa.”
Entah ini hanya perasaannya atau apa, tapi Warauki bisa melihat perubahan ekspresi yang sangat samar dari perempuan di hadapannya. “Jangan bilang kau menyukai Hieru.”
“Hah?” Misa melongo, “Kenapa kau bisa berpikiran begitu?”
“Kau tau segala hal tentang Hieru, dan kau sering sekali membicarakannya. Entahlah, dari caramu membicarakannya, aku bisa menarik kesimpulan kalau kau…ada rasa kepadanya.” Mungkin karena aku pernah melakukan hal yang sama mengenai seseorang, “Lagipula, tidak jarang Dameneko komplain soal kedekatanmu dengan Hieru. Kurasa kau tidak akan sedekat itu dengan seseorang kalau kau tidak merasakan apa – apa.”
Hening sedetik, dan reaksi Misa benar – benar di luar dugaan Warauki. Ia tertawa. Berusaha supaya tidak keras – keras, terbukti dari tangannya yang memegang perut, menahan gejolak tawa.
“Kau ternyata cukup observatif ya, Warauki.” Kata Misa setelah tawanya reda, “Dan aku baru saja menemukan fakta menarik, kalau Honda-san juga sering komplain? Hieru juga pernah mengeluh kalau istrinya dekat sekali denganmu dan si siapa itu, yang dulu ketua OSIS? Yang kata orang – orang mukanya imut itu, tapi aku lupa namanya. Yah, pokoknya dia deh.”
“Ini usaha pengalihan pembicaraan atau apa?” Tanya Warauki, “Jawab dong, aku penasaran nih.”
“Biasanya aku tidak akan menjawab kalau kau bertanya hanya karena penasaran, tapi berhubung hari ini kau mentraktirku, kujawab saja deh.” Ujar Misa, “Memang benar, aku dekat sekali dengan Hieru. Aku tau banyak hal mengenai Hieru, dan kami sering saling bercerita. Sejujurnya, aku merasa aku tidak bisa hidup tanpa Hieru, dan aku yakin hal sebaliknya juga berlaku.”
Kedua mata Warauki melebar, tidak menyangka jawaban yang sedemikan rupa.
“Tapi rasa sayangku kepada Hieru itu persis seperti rasa sayang seorang kakak kepada adiknya. Platonik. Seperti rasa sayang kepada anggota keluarga yang sangat berharga. Rasanya aku ingin terus mengurusinya, soalnya dia itu seperti adik yang sulit dilepas. Lagipula, aneh rasanya menjalani kehidupan tanpa Hieru di dalamnya.”
“Serius tuh?” Tanya Warauki, “Bukannya berkata kau tidak bisa hidup tanpanya dan dia tidak bisa hidup tanpamu itu…agak berlebihan, kalau rasa sayangmu hanya platonik, seperti kepada saudara?”
“Mungkin kau tidak percaya dan menganggap ini omong kosong, tapi aku benar – benar merasa seperti itu. Awalnya aku sendiri tidak percaya ikatan antara dua orang yang begitu dekat tidak akan berujung kepada cinta romantis, tapi beginilah hubunganku dengan Hieru. Persahabatan kami begitu kuat, bahkan melampaui dua kali kehidupan.”
“Hah? Kau mulai mabuk?” Warauki benar – benar tidak mengerti. Memang, beberapa orang sudah pernah bilang kalau Kizami Misa itu orang yang tertutup dan aneh, tapi dia tidak menyangka akan segini anehnya.
“Yah, intinya begitulah. Aku dan Hieru memang sangat dekat, tapi kedekatan kami sama seperti anggota keluarga. Kakak-adik. Sahabat yang saling peduli. Kami memang dekat, saling membantu, tapi ya hanya itu. Lagipula, seminggu pacaran dengannya di SMA menyadarkanku kalau dia sama sekali bukan tipe lelaki idamanku.”
Warauki manggut – manggut, “Ooh, jadi kau beneran pernah pacaran dengan Hieru, toh. Kukira itu cuma gosip.”
“Banyak yang menganggap begitu, lagipula kami putus setelah seminggu. Kabar belum sempat tersebar, kami sudah putus.” Misa menghela napas, “Ngomong – ngomong, jangan beritahu Honda-san soal omonganku tadi ya? Walaupun aku benar – benar tidak berminat pada Hieru, tetap saja rasanya tidak etis.”
“Yah, precaya saja padaku.” Ujar Warauki, “Cukup tentang Hieru. Kalau begitu bagaimana hubunganmu dengan prom date-mu? Setauku juga nih, kalian masih lumayan dekat, kan?”
“Si anak kedua dari empat bersaudara? Kami sering minum bareng, dia satu –satunya orang yang bisa kuajak minum bareng, berhubung Hieru kelewat sibuk dan nggak punya toleransi alkohol sama sekali.” Jawab Misa, “Tapi ya begitulah, kami juga cuma teman minum.”
“Masa sih?” Warauki bertopang dagu, “Benar – benar tidak ada rasa nih?”
“Kau jadi seperti menginterogasiku, Warauki. Sumpah, aku tidak ada rasa ataupun hubungan apa – apa dengannya.” Walaupun kalimatnya bernada keluhan, Misa tetap tersenyum, “Kenapa tiba – tiba kau jadi penasaran begini? Berminat?”
Kini giliran Warauki yang tertawa kecil, “Cuma penasaran. Rasa penasaran kan nggak bisa dibendung. Kata orang kau itu misterius sih. Dan aneh saja melihat seorang perempuan begitu dekat dengan laki-laki, tapi tidak ada rasa apa-apa.”
“Berlebihan ah.” Misa mengangkat bahu, “Ngomong – ngomong, bagaimana denganmu sendiri? Yah, mengikat rekormu waktu SMA aku tidak terlalu heran kalau dulu kau jomblo, tapi sekarang kan kau sudah cukup dewasa, ditambah lagi kau tinggi. Orang tinggi banyak penggemarnya, kan?”
“Hah? Hahaha, yah, entah kenapa waktunya belum tepat saja, kurasa.” Jawab Warauki canggung. Ada gestur dari Warauki yang terasa familiar saat Misa mengamatinya—gestur yang menyembunyikan suatu hal. Cahaya di mata Warauki juga meredup.
“Maaf, aku salah bicara ya?” Tanya Misa, ada sedikit rasa bersalah terselip dalam kata – katanya.
“Bukan begitu, hanya—yah, sekuat apapun kutahan, kadang masih terasa penyesalan.” Sahut Warauki, nadanya lebih rendah daripada biasanya, dan dari jawaban itu, Misa tau. Di balik sikapnya yang seolah tak menanggung beban, Misa bisa merasakan ada hal yang tetap tak bisa ia lupakan. Penyesalan yang dalam.
Penyesalan yang tak bisa ia mengerti, karena rasa sesal yang ada di hati Kizami Misa hanyalah penyesalan terhadap takdir.
“Eh, kau juga jangan bilang – bilang Hieru ya, kalau kita mengobrol soal ini.” Pinta Warauki, “Nanti dia makin membenciku lagi.”
“Kujamin dia tidak membencimu sama sekali, dia cuma terlalu overprotektif, dan sedikit insecure, karena dia pikir istrinya lebih percaya padamu daripada dia.”
Mereka kembali terdiam, hanya bising dari jumlah pengunjung yang semakin bertambah yang terdengar, juga suara para pelayan yang sibuk berlari ke sana kemari, sibuk memberikan pelayanan terbaik mereka agar pelanggan merasa puas. Keheningan di antara mereka berdua tidak terasa canggung, bahkan cenderung nyaman. Mungkin karena keduanya adalah dua manusia dengan nasib serupa—dengan otak yang menolak lupa.
“Kau kuat ya, Warauki.” Misa memecah keheningan, dan Warauki mengerjapkan mata.
“Kenapa tiba – tiba bilang begitu?”
“Terlintas saja di otakku.” Jawab Misa, “Kau kuat, kau bisa terus berada di sekitar orang yang kau sayangi, walaupun dia sudah bersama orang lain. Sejujurnya, kalau aku jadi kau, aku sudah lari entah ke mana.”
“Memang awalnya nggak gampang menjalani hidup begitu, tapi aku merasa senang dan puas, hanya dengan melihatnya bahagia. Walaupun bukan denganku.” Bibir Warauki tersenyum tipis, dan matanya melembut, “Aku yakin, kalau terus kuhadapi begini, lama – kelamaan aku bisa benar – benar merelakannya, dan membuka pintu menuju hidup yang baru.”
“Kau benar – benar kuat, Warauki.” Mata Misa berubah sendu. “Aku iri. Bahkan sekarang pun, aku sudah siap untuk lari. Melihat orang yang kau sayangi tidak membalas perasaanmu…rasanya sangat berat. Aku tak sanggup.”
“Tunggu dulu,” Warauki mengangkat kedua tangannya, “ini bukan tentang Hieru atau prom date-mu, kan?”
Misa menggeleng pelan, “Ah, maaf kalau aku sudah membuang – buang waktumu, ternyata kita mengobrol lumayan lama, sampai langit sudah gelap sekarang.”
“Tidak buang waktu kok! Mengobrol denganmu ternyata cukup seru.” Kata Warauki, “Kalau begitu aku ke kasir dulu. Kalau mau pergi duluan, silahkan saja.”
“Kutungguin deh. Aku kan teman yang baik.”
“Halah.” Dengan itu, Warauki bangkit dari tempat duduknya dan melangkah menuju kasir, sedangkan Misa duduk diam, benaknya terus bekerja, entah memikirkan apa.
“Bengong saja!” Tepukan keras di bahu Misa membuat lamunannya buyar, dan Warauki sudah berdiri di samping meja dengan cengiran lebar, “Benar katamu, restoran ini benar – benar terjangkau. Untung saja kita makan di sini.”
“Begitulah.” Misa bangkit dari kursinya, “Lumayan, membantu mempromosikan bisnis teman.”
“Oh iya, kau dan Shiroyuki berteman baik ya.” Komentar Warauki, dan Misa mengangguk. Keduanya melangkah beriringan, menuju pintu keluar. Baru saja Warauki hendak membuka pintu, pintu sudah dibuka dari sisi yang berlawanan, dan tampak sosok seorang pemuda berambut coklat. Satu hal yang langsung Warauki sadari, kalau warna mata pemuda itu mirip dengan pemilik restoran ini.
“Lho, Misa?” Sapa pemuda itu, “Sudah lama tidak melihatmu di sini.”
“Hai, Natto. Baru pulang kuliah jam segini?” Tanya Misa. Menyadari posisi mereka yang menghalangi pintu, ketiganya langsung bergeser ke tempat yang lebih lowong.
“Begitulah, akhir – akhir ini banyak sekali tugas. Mengurusi restoran saja jadi tidak sempat.”
“Iya deh yang mahasiswa tingkat akhir, yang sedang sibuk – sibuknya.” Kata Misa, “Ngomong – ngomong, Natto, perkenalkan. Ini Shimada Warauki. Warauki, ini Shiroyuki Kanato, adiknya Fuu-san.” “Salam kenal, Shimada-san.” Kanato menjabat tangan Warauki, diikuti anggukan sekilas. Warauki membalas anggukan tersebut.
“Kau sudah mau pulang?” Tanya Kanato.
“Begitulah. Lagian kau sibuk banget sih, sampai lupa sama temanmu.” Keluh Misa dramatis, “Yah, tapi kau tidak boleh mengabaikan kuliahmu, ya.”
“Beres, Bu Guru.” Canda Kanato, disambut dengan tangan Misa yang mengacak – acak rambutnya.
“Sudah ya, sana pergi bantu ayahmu. Kami pergi dulu. Dah, Natto.” Misa mendorong pelan Warauki keluar, sementara Kanato hanya melambaikan tangan.
Sesaat setelah mereka melangkah keluar restoran, angin malam menyambut mereka—walaupun di musim panas seperti ini, angin malam hanya membawa udara kering.
“Misa, yang tadi itu—?”
“Adiknya Fuu-san, sudah kubilang.”
Ya aku juga dengar tadi, omel Warauki dalam hati. Yang ingin ia tanyakan adalah hal lain, yang berhubungan dengan pembicaraan mereka di dalam restoran tadi. Tapi saat ia menyadari kalau fokus Misa tidak ke arah pembicaraan mereka, tapi ke restoran yang baru saja mereka tinggalkan, dan ekspresi di matanya memancarkan suatu…entah, mungkin kesedihan? Warauki jadi tidak tega menanyakannya. Satu yang ia tau, mungkin dugaannya soal pemuda bernama Kanato itu benar.
Orang itu yang membuatmu berwajah sendu? Yang membuatmu bernasib sama sepertiku?
“Jadi kita berpisah di sini nih?” Warauki memecah keheningan, “Sudah malam begini tidak apa – apa kan kalau kau pulang sendiri?”
“Tenang saja, rumahku tidak terlalu jauh dari sini kok.” Jawab Misa, “Terima kasih atas traktirannya, Warauki. Menyenangkan sekali mengobrol denganmu.”
“Sama – sama, Misa! Kuharap lain kali kau yang mentraktirku.” Cengir Warauki, dan Misa memukul bahunya main – main. “Sampai ketemu lagi!”
“Sampai jumpa lagi, Warauki.”
Baru saja keduanya melangkah ke arah yang berbeda, Misa memanggil kembali, “Hei, Warauki?”
Yang dipanggil menengok, “Apa?”
“Semoga kau cepat mendapatkan pacar yang baik, cantik dan apapun yang kau inginkan ya!” Di balik keusilan yang ada di senyumnya, Warauki sadar dari sinar matanya, kalau Misa tulus mendoakannya.
“Terima kasih, Misa! Kau juga!” Warauki melambaikan tangan, yang dibalas oleh Misa. Pemuda jangkung itu berbalik, dan melangkah pergi.
Misa menatap kepergian teman bicaranya, dan benaknya berkata. Bahwa ia harus sekuat orang yang baru saja bertatap muka dengannya, yang bisa menghadapi kenyataan dengan positif, tanpa melarikan diri.
Tanpa menoleh, Misa meninggalkan area Restoran Shiroyuki.
Shimada Warauki & Honda Akari © kaibutsu
Kenapa di-post di thread Shiroyuki? Karena Misa akan jadi Shiroyuki suatu saat HAHA gak tau kapan
Ini interpretasi saya soal event traktiran Warauki dan Misa, dan saya rasa saya udah lumayan banyak buka kartu di sini wkwk dari headcanon saya soal prom date Misa sampe yang Misa bilang 'lari' itu hahah. Tau kan siapa yang saya maksud prom date-nya Misa di sini? Tau lah ya...saya males nyebut nama di fic-nya soalnya nanti berubah jadi fan fic wkwk
Maafkan kalo di sini Warauki OOC, tapi saya kepengen banget ngegambarin pertemanan dua orang yang bernasib serupa ini sebelum saya pindah :" takut ga ada sinyal di sana :"
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Aug 1 2014, 10:41 AM
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YEAH BENERAN DIBIKIN FIC WAKAKAKAA I LAP YU TUDEMUN MBAK AJENGGGGG~~~ /iye
Wkwk asli nyengir baca ini sampe nabrak-nabrak wakakakaka (´∇ノ`*)ノ akhirnya informasi misa sedikit-sedikit terkuak. akhirnyahhhh.
kasihan ya warakkun... bokeknya diekpos hahaha padahal padahal ya gitu :" buat prom datenya misa itu saya udah pernah duga pasti si anak kedua cmiwww ternyata beneran. keanya saya berbakat jadi cenayang deh. /halah
tentang hubungan kou-misa itu ngingetin saya sama hubungan dua oc saya deh. wkwkwk. melampaui dua kehidupan...fix ini mah nyinggung kehidupan masa tiga negara hahaha /sotildia
misa salah tuh, warakkun bukan kuat, tapi maso wkwkwk. kebawa sedih pas baca bagian mereka curhat...memang problema hati itu lebih ribet dibanding apapun ya..... btw:
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“Kau kuat, kau bisa terus berada di sekitar orang yang kau sayangi, walaupun dia sudah bersama orang lain. Sejujurnya, kalau aku jadi kau, aku sudah lari entah ke mana.” ...apa ini maksudnya misa sebenarnya gangerti lagi perasaannya sama kanato saking merasa hopelessnya? kan kanato sayangnya sama fuuko. jadi misa nggak kuat ngeliat betapa sayangnya kanato sama kakaknya. gitukah eh? oke. fix . saya bingung. mbak demi ya udah bikin kepo, pusing pula. yeh udah deh nunggu dirimu bukak kartu ajalah wkwkwk /dor
pssshhh akari bukannya lebih percaya sama warakkun tapi dia takut bikin yayangnya kepikiran huaha makanya kepada warakkunlah dia cerita unek-unek yang nggak pernah diceritain sama siapapun termasuk si ketua osis sama prom datenya misa nyahahaha
akhir kata, terima kasih lagi karena udah ngebuatin ini ya cmiww. jadi kesambet ide gila wks tapi gatau kapan terealisasikannya......
Btw tambahan - TJIEEEE MBAK AJENG UDAH JADI MABA HAHAHA CUMUNGUDH EA. Di mana nih kuliahe?
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Aug 1 2014, 12:46 PM
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Warauki sama Misaaaa XDD Saya sudah ngerasa mereka bakal jadi duo greget waktu ngelihat interaksi mereka di ask.fm. Ternyata firasat saya nggak salah *smirk*
Misa di sini kelihatan lebih galau dari Warakkun, yah... Kayaknya sinyal kegalauan yang dipancarkannya lebih kuat *plak* Sungguh saia amat kepo sama apa yang sebenernya terjadi antara Misa dan Natto. Yah, emang sih ada hint kalau Misa bertepuk sebelah tangan, tapi saya kok masih gak yakin kalo masalahnya berkaitan dengan Fuuko, ya? Bukannya Fuuko udah lama nikah dan masalah perasaannya Natto seharusnya udah selesai waktu dia jadi bestman pas kakaknya nikah? ....eh, belum ya? *sfx angin berhembus*
Apa pun itu, saya doain Misa segera dapet jodoh dan Warakkun cepet jadian sama-- *disumpel kain pel*
@Za Warakkun bukan kuat, tapi maso? Yah, saya rasa itu masih bisa dibilang kuat *plak*
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@za: Bener kata Mocca, maso itu salah satu bentuk kuat wkwk. Betul, prom date-nya Misa emang tuh orang :)) itu yang dibilang Mitsuko 'friends-with-benefits'. Betul kok soal tiga kerajaan www Intinya, Misa tuh udah lama banget nyimpen semuanya di dalem, berusaha kuat, tapi lama-lama dia gak kuat ngeliat Kanato yang tetep gak ngebales perasaannya. Jadi dia bilang, dia pengen lari. Sebenernya alesan dia gak kuat itu juga karena dia tau Kanato nyimpen sakit hatinya sendiri. Dia kagum+iri sama Warauki yang bisa tetep tegar walaupun orang yang disayangi udah sama orang lain, menurut dia. Yah, mungkin karena beda sama Kanato, Akari nggak patah hati, jadi Warauki lega ngeliat doi bahagia.
Waduh, Akari tenang aja, si suami ga masalah kok kalo dia cerita-cerita :)) justru kalo dia diem aja malah bikin Kou insecure
Ide gila apa nih? Semoga cepet terlaksana wkwk saya mau liat soalnya.
Di Unpad Alhamdulillah haha belum maba nih, masih calon maba.
@mocca: Sejujurnya saya pengen banget ngegambarin ikatan Misa sama tokoh lain yang bukan Kou ataupun Kanato, dan kebetulan Warauki pas banget, jadilah fic ini haha. Yah, pasti keliatannya Misa lebih galau, soalnya saya lebih paham karakter Misa dibandingin Warauki, jadi saya lebih bisa narik keluar kegalauannya doi. Kalo saya paham betul karakter Warauki pasti udah saya bikin sama level galaunya wkwk.
Di fic paling pertama di thread ini kan saya udah pernah sebutin kalo walaupun setelah Fuuko nikah, Kanato masih susah ngerelainnya. Btw fic ini terjadi sekitar 2 tahun setelah KouKari nikah, berati 4 tahun setelah Fuuko nikah, intinya Kanato sesusah itu move on wkwk atau sesusah itu nyadar kalo cewe yang selalu di samping dia ga cuma kakaknya ups
Ini saya udah lumayan banyak buka kartu ya? Gapapa deh. Makasih udah baca dan komen!
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Aug 2 2014, 03:23 AM
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@Ajeng (& Za too) I see.... Ehehehe. Saya rasa Warakkun di fic flying fish lebih galau ketimbang ini, dan Warakkun udah surut galaunya di fic ini Menurut saya Warakkun udah bener2 ngerelain Akari pas anaknya lahir. CMIIW, Za! Saia tunggu terbukanya kartu-kartu lain yaaa~ Untuk Ajeng, semoga sukses di Unpad nanti!
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@ajeng kalo maso bentuk kuat berarti saya kuat dong? wks k, kesimpulannya ngggg misa itu nggak kuat gegara kanato udah nggak bales perasaannya, terus nyimpen sakit hatinya sendiri. aih. saya ngerti perasaan misa... kok rada-rada mirip kisahnya akari-riku ya hwhwhw :"
wkwkw kalo gitu tugas kou dong sebagai suaminyahh~ gimana caranya supaya akari mau terus terang sama kegundahannya/masalah terdalam dia muehehehe. asik gue dapet ide lagi cmiwww.
ntar yah. ntarrr kalo udah nyampe rumah. doain dund biar nggak ngadet bin magerr hwhwhw. tjie unpad tjiee. jangan-jangan ntar kita bisa ketemuan pas saya pesiar atau IK nih. bisa jadi.
ah tapi nggak jadi deh. atuut~ /no
@moccasenpai warakkun sebenarnya nggak kalah galau sih. pas masa-masa 5 tahun kuliah itu sebenarnya dia suka kebayang dan masih ngarep gitulah sama akari. haha ini untoldnya flying fish lho, sengaja gak saya tulis karena... gitu deh. wks. galaunya warakkun sekarang itu tentang kapan nikah doang wkwkwk memang ya ckck semua self-insertion saya penggalau kok. apalagi kasai. kapan-kapan saya ceritain deh ya haha.
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@Za Warakkun sempat ngarep Akari pas kuliah ya?Oke fix, dia spesies susah move on rupanyah. Ngomong-ngomong, kamu tsuyoi deh, Za~ /eaa Semua self insertionnya penggalau? Self insertion saia juga sih. Tapi saya nggak tau bisa cerita ato nggak, mengingat saya magernya parah. Ehehe.
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[izin double-post karena kepanjangan]
Story Type: Original Fiction, with a slight touch of roleplay. Genre : Friendship drama romance lalala Language: English Rating: T Summary: Part one of her real life.
kizami It was almost unthinkable that a new friendship bloomed right after a damned too-early biology assignment happened. It didn’t take long for Fuuko to always invite Misa to have lunch together, the three of them, with Kou tagging along. Not only that, they became so close that they often hung out outside school, even on the weekends. Usually, Shiroyuki Family Restaurant would be their place to chit-chat, or maybe they’d go to see movies.
Misa certainly didn’t expect to get along with new people this fast. Moreover, it was biology that caused this, one of the subjects that she despised. She was born a businesswoman, not a scientist. Her grades were good enough to pass, but it was never her passion. She supposed maybe some things one hated could bring a good change.
“Starting from next week, Kou-kun will be busy with preparations for the prefectural tournament, right?” Fuuko asked while they were having their lunch. They never went to rooftop or cafeteria to eat, since they preferred their classroom. During lunch breaks, classrooms were usually empty because most students chose to eat on the rooftop or cafeteria. The three of them made the best of this opportunity. Like usual there were only them in the classroom right now. “And with student representatives' works too.”
“Yeah,” Kou answered shortly, slight irritation in his voice—probably because Fuuko mentioned his status as a student representative for their class, “that’s why you don’t need to wait for me for some time being, you can go home first.”
“Aren’t you going to be busy too, Fuu-san?” Misa gulped down her lunch—both girls had started calling each other with their first names, because according to Fuuko there were ‘two known Shiroyuki’ now and calling with their first names would be easier to distinguish. Well, except for Kou who sticked with calling her ‘Kizami’. “Archery club will be having a competition too, right?”
“It’s not that big of a competition, actually.” Fuuko brushed it off, “It’s just an exhibition match between two teams. It’s kind of like an annual tradition, my seniors told me.”
“When is it held and where?” Kou asked. Misa chewed her food quietly, already getting used to it—although he wasn’t a loner or an antisocial, Kou was a man of few words. He didn’t talk much, mostly because most of the time all words that rolled out from his tongue were sarcasm. Only with the Shiroyuki and now, albeit seldom, her, he spoke more.
“Next Saturday, in this school’s archery range.” Fuuko said.
“I’ll come.” Kou decided, when he glanced at Misa, “You coming?”
“Hopefully I can make it.” Misa answered, “How about we come together then? What time do you have to arrive, Fuu-san?”
“I’ll pass on the coming together part.” Kou replied, “I have a morning practice, so I’ll head to the archery range after my practice ends.”
“I’ll have to arrive around 11, so if you want to come together that’s okay, Missan.” Fuuko said.
“Let’s do just that.”
The three of them ate in silence, because the bell wouldn’t wait for them to finish their conversation.
“Thanks for the food.” Misa clapped her hands together, and tidied her lunch box up, and she got up from her seat, pulling the chair back to its original place. As Misa turned her back, her ears caught the slightest murmur from her bespectacled friend.
“Do your best, Fuuko.”
Misa just brushed it off.
***
The said Saturday came, and Misa was sitting in the trio’s usual seat in Shiroyuki Restaurant. She came too early, and Fuuko hadn’t finished getting ready yet, so she asked Misa to wait for a while. Misa rested her chin on her palm, spacing off. As the restaurant wasn’t open yet, she couldn’t order something to satisfy her tasting buds.
“Misa-senpai?”
Misa recognized the voice immediately, and her brownish orbs were once again met with a pair of her favourite purple gems. “Hello, Kanato-kun.”
“Waiting for Fuu-nee? She said she’d be ready in about five minutes.” Kanato said, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“Suit yourself.” Misa replied, and Kanato sat himself on a chair across to Misa. Ever since Misa and Fuuko started calling each other with their first names, Misa too started calling Kanato with his first name, so it’d be fair. Much to her surprise, the latter didn’t mind, and he too started calling her with her first name, albeit still with honorific following, “No morning practice today?”
“Nope, the practice will start in the afternoon. The high school team is using the field now, since the tournament is near and all.” It made sense, since Kanato attended the middle school under the same institution with the high school the trio attended, so the facilities were for both schools. “The middle school tournament is a month after the high school one’s starts, so our coach isn’t rushing things.”
“I see—“
“—crap, I almost forgot. You’ve been waiting for a while, you must be thirsty. I’ll go to the kitchen and make you something.”
“Wait, you don’t need to—“ Misa’s response was cut as Kanato disappeared into the kitchen, making her sigh. Fuuko would’ve finished getting ready before Kanato finished making the drink, she assumed. His effort would go in vain.
“Sorry for the wait!” It startled Misa when Kanato appeared from the kitchen, with a glass of a familiar drink and a bottle in another hand, “Chocolate-honey shake with cinnamon powder! ”
“That’s….fast.” Misa accepted the glass, “I feel the need to pay, since it’s not your usual guest drink.”
“Please don’t, it’s to make up for my mistake. I made you wait without serving anything, twice.” Kanato refused politely.
Misa sipped the drink, and the coldness and rich flavour tasted like heaven inside her mouth, “How did you make this in such a short amount of time, though?”
Kanato rubbed the back of his neck and his lips formed an innocent, boyish smile, “The truth is, I already prepared that for myself to replenish my body after practice, but then you came, so yeah.”
Misa’s eyes widened at his answer, “You really shouldn’t go to such a great length for an ordinary guest like me, you know. Thank you, by the way.”
“It’s okay!” Kanato raised a hand, “I was gonna take this bottle from the fridge anyway. It’s for Fuu-nee.”
“What about me?” Suddenly a voice interrupted, and Fuuko, with her sportsbag appeared. “Missan! Sorry for the wait! It certainly took longer to get ready than I expected.”
“Fuu-nee!” Kanato jolted in excitement, “Here’s the freshener drink I told you yesterday! If you drink this after the match, I’m sure you’ll feel refreshed like you never break a sweat!”
“What are you, a salesman?” Fuuko chuckled as she took the bottle from Kanato’s hand. She then ruffled his hair gently, “Thank you, Kanato. Wish me luck.”
“Always do, Fuu-nee.” Misa swore she could feel something radiant from Kanato’s body—excitement? Happiness?
“Alright, Missan and I will be on our way. Take care, Kanato.”
Both girls stepped out of the restaurant, and as soon as the sun light hit them, Misa spoke, “You really are loved, Fuu-san.”
An incomprehensible smile was visible on Fuuko’s lips, in place of a reply.
***
The exhibition match had ended, with their school team’s victory. However, the price they had to pay was quite huge. Fuuko had injured her shoulder, despite being the surprising freshman that made a huge difference between two teams. Kou and Misa quickly rushed to her side once the match ended.
“You always practice too hard. You should’ve known your limits!” Kou scolded her, and albeit faint, Misa could sense a hint of worry, “I’ll carry your things home. Kizami, make sure Fuuko doesn’t move her shoulder too much.”
“You worry too much, Kou-kun.” Fuuko said, “It’s not that bad, really. I’m used to it.”
“Getting used to pain is the worst thing!” Kou scolded again, “You become ignorant as you get too used to the pain, and there’ll come a time when it’s too late to treat the source of the pain. You’d better admit if it hurts so it can be treated as soon as possible.”
Misa couldn’t say a thing. Honestly speaking, she had never seen Kou unleash his emotions before. After the short amount of period knowing him, she found out that he wasn’t good at showing his feelings, so he covered it with his silence and grumpy nature. It was a first that he showed that he cared.
“You don’t need to scold her, Hieru.” Misa said, earning a glare from the boy, “Fuu-san, we’ll accompany you to your house, okay? And there we can treat your injury better.”
Kou grumbled, but nonetheless he picked the bags—his and Fuuko’s—up, while Misa aided Fuuko to get up.
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The three of them entered the Shiroyuki resident from the back door, as to not bother the customers. Kou quickly put down the bags and faced his two friends, “Kizami, help Fuuko get cleaned. Don’t let her lift her injured arm, and right after that put an ice bag on the injury. I’ll let Uncle Ryusuke know.”
As Kou left the living room, Misa couldn’t hold herself from commenting, “Hieru really cares for you.”
“He just worries too much.” Fuuko replied.
“Also, I think Kanato-kun will freak out the moment he finds out.”
“…I think so too. I need a good explanation to tell.”
Misa chuckled, “See, Fuu-san? You really are loved.”
“A bit too much than I deserve.” Fuuko nodded, and Misa chuckled more at Fuuko’s joke.
(Except that it wasn’t a joke.)
***
As usual, Kou arrived with Fuuko, except now he was the one carrying her bag and his own, despite Fuuko’s protests.
“Doctor said I’m allowed to carry things as long as they’re not heavy.” Was her protest.
“I’m preventing the worst case.” Was his reply. Despite her arguments, he always found ways to counter.
“Kou-kun, you worry too much.” Fuuko tried arguing again, “My shoulder will become stiff if I don’t use it at all.”
“Except the fact that it’s not ready yet to be used. I do what’s best for your shoulder to recover quickly.”
“Guys,” Misa cleared her throat, “please do note you’re in the classroom. Don’t argue like you’re husband and wife here.”
Both turned their heads towards her—Fuuko let out a small laugh, while Kou showed a much more unexpected response.
He blushed.
His usual flat face became a red mess, and he quickly turned his gaze away, hand covering his mouth in embarrassment. It seemed only Misa noticed it, since Fuuko was acting indifferently.
Oh.
So that’s how it is.
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Another Saturday had come, and the three of them had promised to watch a movie together since Misa got free tickets in a movies festival. They were tickets to watch a foreign movie, from Southeast Asia, she recalled, but she didn’t know what kind of movie it was. She just immediately invited her friends, and they both agreed. Unfortunately, Fuuko’s routine check-up for her injury had to be at the same time the movie aired, so it left just Kou and Misa.
It was quite awkward at first, to be honest. There were rare times for Misa to spend alone with Kou, and since the guy barely shared a word, she didn’t know what to do.
“You remember the movie’s title?” Kou broke the silence.
“It’s quite hard to pronounce. It’s Ku…kun...aah, I can’t pronounce it.”
Kou took a look at the tickets, and a bulb glowed in his head, “I’ve heard of this movie before.”
“Really?” Misa said, while her feet continued strolling straight to the cinema, “What kind of movie is it?”
“I’ll tell you when we reach our seats. It’ll be more comfortable.” Kou said and Misa agreed. It took a little amount of time for them to reach their seats. Both teenagers sat and made themselves comfortable, waiting for the movie to start. Not even the trailers had started playing yet, since they were quite early.
“So tell me what kind of movie we’re gonna watch.”
“It’s called Kunti…something, but I do remember the plot. It’s an Indonesian folktale about an evil woman spirit that feeds through people’s souls, and there’s this girl who has the ability to control the spirit, with an ancient chant.”
“Evil…spirit?” Kou couldn’t see it clearly, but from the corner of his eye he noticed Misa’s body became tense, “…you mean we’re going to watch a horror movie?”
“Yes.”
Misa didn’t utter a single word after that. When the movie started, Kou noticed there was something strange with her. When he actually turned his head to look at her, he saw a very unusual sight. Misa was covering her eyes with her hands, and despite his not-so-good eyesight, he noticed that her fingers were trembling.
“You…are you afraid?”
“Shut up.”
“Your hands are trembling.”
“…if I knew it’s a horror movie I wouldn’t have come. Dammit.”
“What are you, a baby?”
“Can you just shut up and leave me alone?”
Kou sighed, and when Misa finally thought that he was over with his insults, she could feel something behind her head—a jacket fell on her head, and she could feel a hand gently fixing the hood to cover her eyes. “The hood can help you cover your eyes. Since your hands will get tired sooner or later if you keep using them to cover your eyes.”
Misa listened in disbelief. It was a first, to see Kou showed his concern towards someone that was not a Shiroyuki, and it was her. “…thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”
That was the start of something troublesome.
~ “Kou-kun said we should head back earlier, since his intensive training for the tournament will start today.” Fuuko informed Misa. Kou wasn’t able to join since the basketball team’s captain wanted all the freshmen to be present for something ‘fishy’, as Kou said it, which left the two girls alone.
“By the way, Fuu-san, is your shoulder okay now?” Misa asked out of concern, since Fuuko’s movements were rather stiff and seemed uncomfortable.
“It’s recovering in a quite good pace, the doctor said. I’m now allowed to do simple movements, as long as I don’t lift something too heavy or start practicing archery again. It’s still too early for me, and Kou-kun never stops pestering me not to overdo it, so I think I’ll recover in time.”
“Hieru does that?” Misa tried to sound surprised, albeit already knowing his true nature.
“He aims to be a doctor.” Fuuko sipped her drink, “I think he wants to start looking after injured and sick people from now, so he can get used to it when he truly becomes a doctor.”
“Oh?”
You’re mistaken, Fuu-san. He does that because it’s you.
***
It was the last match for the basketball team, a deciding one. If they lost even just by one point, their dream to go to the prefectural finals would be blown away. Their last opponent were at least at the same level as them, if not a bit higher. They were now four points behind, and only one minute left. Both Fuuko and Misa came to cheer the basketball team, and another side of Kou that wasn’t visible before had become clear as the day to Misa. She never saw so much passion in his eyes before, and now she could practically see fire burning in his usual cold eyes. Misa’s jaw almost dropped in awe when Kou scored a three-point shot, closing the score-gap between two teams. They were only down by one point now. As soon as the ball went in, the coach subbed Kou out, as the freshman was exhausted. A spiky-haired sophomore went in—Misa recognized him as a rather close friend of Kou’s—and the game started again. The three point proved to be an essential mood-booster for the team as the game flow changed to their advantage. Sixty seconds passed like a flash, and the team won just by one shot—the sophomore that was subbed in place of Kou was the one who scored the deciding point. The whole bench rushed into the court, hugging their teammates. Kou too, was on the court, however his eyes weren’t on his teammates. Instead, he was looking at the bleachers, and then he spotted his two friends. For a few months befriending him, it was the first time for Misa to see Hieru Kou smile. One sincere, happy smile.
Misa thought it was attractive. He was attractive.
Despite knowing it wasn’t her whom he smiled at.
The crowds around were cheering for their win, and Fuuko got up from her seat, “Let’s go, Missan! I’m sure Kou-kun is waiting for us.”
“I’ll be right behind you, Fuu-san. Go ahead.”
As Fuuko started leaving their current seats, Misa tried to cover her burning face. Caused by a simple, yet seldom seen smile.
This is bad.
***
Misa had always been labeled as unusual, weird, or whatever across that line. The way her brain worked just happened to be different to most people. Once in middle school, a fairly popular boy crushed on her and asked her out. Had she accepted him back then, there was almost zero harm would be done to her. He was quite good-looking, fair in both athletics field and academics, and he was a nice person in general.
She turned him down instead.
The students gossiped about her, saying that she thought the boy was not rich enough—her businesswoman mode had been awoken since she was young after all—and other things that weren’t pleasing to hear. The truth was, Misa turned him down because of two things: she didn’t share the same feelings as he did, and the second, she knew a close friend of hers crushed on the said boy. She couldn’t let her own self be happy while neglecting her own friend’s feeling. She might be overcalculating in economic matters, but not in this matter. She thought she’d rather let her friend take her chances. She’d rather see her friend be happy.
It was a habit she couldn’t change even when she was the one experiencing the so-called love. After she admitted to herself that she indeed had fallen for the most unlikely person, she started watching him more closely. She started noticing some things about him—the way he used his index finger to push the bridge of his glasses to fix them, his sarcastic yet—too—mature remarks, his constant neck rubbing whenever he was embarrassed or caught in an awkward situation, and how he tended to doze off whenever it was time for his least favourite subjects—physics or literature.
One thing that she noticed the most, was how caring he was.
During that horror movie ‘incident’, despite already lending his jacket, he constantly fixed the hood so it would cover her eyes. One time when Fuuko held a movie marathon in her house, when a horror movie unexpectedly played, despite his constant insults, he threw a blanket to her, to be used as a cover. One day, he noticed when she had accidentally worn shoes of different pairs—she was so exhausted the night before that she didn’t pay attention to what she was wearing, and he was the one that covered it up for her so no one but him would notice.
Most of all, he was caring towards Fuuko. Even after her shoulder had recovered, he still carried her things, always finding ways to counter Fuuko’s protests. He might sound indifferent to other people, but for Misa, the difference in his tone was obvious. There was a repressed affection and worry. Things he never let out for other people. Emotions he only showed to Fuuko. And the way Kou looked at Fuuko was inevitably special. He looked at her like she was the most precious being to ever walk on earth—maybe to him she was. He looked at her like a believer finding his savior.
That was when Misa knew she didn’t stand a chance.
That was why, she decided to help him be happy.
***
“You like Fuu-san, don’t you Hieru?”
“…what the heck, Kizami?” He was behaving nervously—there it was, that neck rubbing again. It was a Friday afternoon, and they decided to spend it in a café near their school, although Fuuko was absent since she had something to do. They were silent, so of course Kou felt surprised when Misa brought the topic up, “Nonsense.”
“No need to hide it from me, Hieru.” Misa let out a sigh, “I figured it out long ago.”
“You’re mistaken.” Kou avoided staring back at Misa, and his blush told her otherwise. “Stop saying stupid things, Kizami. We’ve got final exams in a few weeks—“
“Don’t try to change the subject.” Misa said sternly, “Look, if you don’t face your feelings properly, you’re not gonna be able to concentrate on your study. I know you’ve been spacing out lately.” I always notice things about you, idiot.
“…and what are you going to do about it?” He asked, his voice thick with skepticism. “It’s not like I’m able to do anything about it. Even if I tell her, what if she doesn’t return my feelings? Things will be awkward between us. I—I’d hate to ruin this friendship. I’d rather stay silent.”
“What are you, a kid?” Misa frowned. “Listen, both of you may not be adults yet, but I know that you are mature enough to face things like these. If you face her and tell her your feelings properly, I’m one hundred percent sure she returns it. You’re practically husband and wife, idiot. She too has feelings for you, it’s just that she conceals it better than you do.”
“And how do you know that!?” Kou snapped—inviting judging looks from other customers, “Do you even know how—how terrifying it is, to lose a bond that’s been built for years? Do you even know how scary it is to have a one-sided feeling!?”
Of course I do, you bastard, she refrained herself from shouting. She needed to be the more mature one here, “I do know, Hieru. Believe me.”
Somehow, he did. His earlier rage—anxiety—faded, replaced by a look of guilt, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“It’s okay. I too must apologize for pushing your buttons.” Misa smiled, “Believe me, Hieru. She feels the same as you do. She cares a lot about you.”
The look on Kou’s face softened at Misa’s statement, and she felt her heart cracking little by little.
***
It was an ordinary after school walk, and the three of them were present. They had decided to hang out for a while in Shiroyuki Restaurant, and maybe get a work or two done. They walked in a reasonable pace, and nothing was unusual.
They reached at the last turn before they arrive at the restaurant when suddenly Misa jolted, “I think I dropped my earphones...”
“Let’s search for—“
“—no need to, Fuu-san! I think I dropped it around the corner over there. You two go on ahead.” Misa rushed and disappeared at the turn they just went through.
“Kou-kun, let’s go.”
“…wait a minute.”
As Kou leaned closer to Fuuko, his lips met her’s as a shy whisper came out.
“I like you, Fuuko.”
Hiding at the corner, Misa decided not to hear the rest of it.
And you said I don’t know how does one-sided love feel like?
***
The entrance door was slid open, despite being super early in the Saturday morning. Kanato quickly approached the guest, “Sorry, but we’re not open yet—oh, hi Misa-senpai!”
“Hey, Kanato-kun. Mind if I become the first customer today?” Misa entered the building as Kanato welcomed her.
“It’s not like I want to drive you out, but we’re not open yet…”
“Let her be!” A heavy voice was heard from the kitchen—it was Shiroyuki Ryusuke, the owner, “Both Misa-chan and Kou-kun are our special customers, after all. But you can only order appetizers and drink for now, okay Misa-chan?”
“Sure thing, Uncle Ryusuke.” Misa turned her gaze to Kanato, “Sorry to bother you.”
“It’s nothing!” Kanato said, “So what do you want to order? Your usual drink?”
“Yes, please.” Misa scanned the menu, “I think any appetizer will do. Just bring me something good.”
“That’s risky, Misa-senpai.” Kanato chuckled, “I might bring you the most expensive appetizer.”
“Pretty sure you won’t, unless you want me and your sister not to invite you to join us in our karaoke session. Ever.” She countered, and Kanato shivered dramatically. He threw her a small smile before he disappeared into the kitchen.
Misa fixed her sitting position to get more comfortable and took out some papers from her bag. The reason she came so early was because she wanted to get her homework done and she didn’t feel like doing it at her own house. Out of habit, her feet brought her to the restaurant. Misa started writing, already so focused on the task before her. One, two minutes passed, and she felt the urge to throw the papers to her teacher’s face already. It wasn’t supposed to be that complicated, but something seemed to be hindering her brain to function properly.
“Your orders, Miss.” Kanato’s voice startled her, as he put down a glass of her favourite drink and a bowl of fried calamary—another favourite of hers, “Does this satisfy you?”
“This restaurant deserves to be called a first-class restaurant.” Misa replied. Kanato chuckled.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Kanato asked, earning a questioning look from Misa.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to help your father in the kitchen?”
“Well—“
“Kanato! You haven’t eaten your breakfast!” A loud shout was heard, and Kanato buried his face in his hands.
“What’s wrong?” Misa asked, “Why do you look so miserable? Is something the matter with your breakfast?”
“It’s that…” Kanato murmured hesitantly, “…he prepared me a bowl of natto.”
Misa stopped whatever she was doing, “Don’t tell me you don’t like natto.”
“It’s the bane of my existence.”
Misa let out an amused laugh, “That’s ironic, since your name rhymes with it. Shall I call you Natto from now on?”
“Wait—wait what?” Kanato quickly lifted his gaze to meet hers, “It sounds ridiculous!”
“In return, you may call me without any honorific, except if we attend the same school.” Misa offered, “Agree?”
“No!”
“It’s already been decided, sorry.” Misa said, another laugh came out. Kanato pouted. “But don’t let anyone call you that, okay? It’s something I founded.”
“Whatever suits you.” Kanato said, and with the blink of an eye he stole a calamari from her pan, “As long as I get to have some of these.”
“Hey, that’s mine!” Misa protested, “You’ll have to pay.”
“Nah, my restaurant, my rules.”
“It’s your father’s, not yours.”
“But I’m gonna be the next owner, so it counts.”
“Really?” Misa raised an eyebrow, “How about Fuu-san?”
There was a slight pause, “She’s not gonna inherit this restaurant, I think. She has other things she wants to do.”
“Oh.” Misa responded, “By the way, where is Fuu-san?”
“She left earlier. She said she had a date or something.” The light in Kanato’s eyes faltered, “With Kou-nii.”
Misa didn’t respond this time.
“Misa-sen—Misa?”
“Yes?”
“Fuu-nee and Kou-nii…are they really dating?”
“Yeah.”
“…glad to hear that.”
A part of her rational mind told her that he wasn’t.
***
Misa had tried to be happy for them. Building walls surrounding her own sorrow, she greeted them innocently in the restaurant, trying to act surprised when they told her that they were dating. Even when Kou thanked her quietly, she put on a façade of a happy face, smiling from ear-to-ear.
What a load of crap.
During her practice sessions with her band—which she joined early in the start of the semester, she couldn’t sing the songs chosen by the seniors properly, for they were upbeat songs with rather happy rhytms. The seniors didn’t seem to appreciate this, but they changed their minds when they heard her singing one of a few sad songs on their list.
Of course she’d be able to sing it perfectly. It suited her situation, after all.
That year held a record for having the worst final exams Misa had ever taken, and with that, the curtains of her first year in high school had been closed.
***
The breeze blew gently, still carrying pieces of winter’s coldness left. However, only few people could feel it—people who’d been experiencing sorrow, and one of them was Kizami Misa. She had been trying hard, to let her head lead instead of heart, but it was difficult. She was young, she was just a teenager experiencing love for the first time, and that had been ruined, by her own choice.
It’s not like I can do anything about it.
The second year of high school was starting, and she wanted nothing more than to be free from her chained unrequited love. She was really good at putting on fake smiles that literally no one in their school noticed her sadness. She had rejected Fuuko’s offer to come to school together—the three of them, for obvious reasons.
She wasn’t in the same class as Kou anymore—a part of her was relieved—but then she spotted Fuuko’s name in the list of students in her new class, and she felt dejected. It was nasty of her to think such thoughts, but she really wanted to avoid the two of them for some time being. At least not facing them on a regular basis in the class.
Misa didn’t know what came over her mind when she accepted Fuuko’s offer to have lunch together. As she opened her lunch box, she saw a thing she had always noticed—the way Kou looked at Fuuko was still the same—he still looked at her like she was the most precious being, pouring her with affections he never showed to others. His usual flat tone softened when he talked to her, his usual cold eyes warmed up, and it made Misa’s heart ache.
Misa knew she was being stupid, for not getting over him already. What could she do, really, when she let her heart take over her mind?
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~ The fifth month, Kou stated that he and Fuuko broke up.
Misa cursed herself for feeling glad.
Kou was a terrible liar—to Misa, who noticed almost everything about him—so even though he tried to hide the sadness, she could still see that his cold eyes turned sad, his voice was lower than usual, and he trembled.
“Shit.” He cursed, a hand covered his eyes—his glasses were put next to him, “This is pathetic.”
Misa patted Kou on the back, and she resisted the urge to hug him. He looked so unusually vulnerable, so fragile, a different side of him she had never seen before.
“Breaking up is not easy, I know.” Misa tried to cheer him, “You’re not pathetic for feeling like crap.”
He was still silent, hands trembling.
She finally gave in to the urge to hug him. He didn’t return the hug.
***
Misa had gotten quite close to more people in the school—the second son of four siblings which happened to be a classmate, his best friend in senior year, the said best-friend’s sister, and the list could go on. She had been too occupied with her two best friends to actually take a look at the people around her. Her best friends were important, of course, but it actually did her good to interact with more people. She was chatting with some classmates when she noticed an empty seat near hers. Fuuko’s seat. The archery club was having a training camp for their advance in a great tournament, and that included Fuuko. After the break-up, Misa hadn’t really talked to Fuuko, since the latter was so busy preparing the competition. She’d be absent for at least a week more.
Lunch break came quickly, and Misa didn’t know what possessed her mind. She swore she was crazy when she came to Kou’s class and asked him to have lunch together, which he agreed. They decided to have lunch in her class, since it was more quiet and there were less people. They ate in silence, neither had the will to talk. Misa cursed her stupidity, and suddenly words rolled out of her tongue, like the flow of water.
“You sure space out a lot these days.”
“Really?”
“I know it’s hard to forget her.”
“Hm.”
“Still, you gotta do something to move on. If you just sulk like this, you’ll never walk forward.”
“Hm.” His voice was hollow—she had expected his voice to be annoyed.
“How about going out with me?”
Kou choked on his lunch, his eyes stared at her with disbelief, “Uh—wha—what the heck?”
“I’m serious. It’s a win-win solution, you see. Both of us are single, and this might provide you a chance to…get over her.” What the heck was she saying? “I’m also doing the same thing, you see, I too am trying to get over someone.”
Kou was still staring with doubt, “You never even told us that you had a crush on someone?”
“Believe me, it’s not that important.” How can I tell you whom I’m in love with when it’s you? “Well, it’s just a suggestion. You can think about it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, as in you’re gonna think about it?” Misa repeated hesitantly.
“Okay, as in I’m gonna go out with you.”
“…really?” This quick answer was unexpected.
“I think…I’ll give it a try.” Kou said lowly, “I hope…this goes well.”
She hoped so too.
***
Misa had never felt so conflicted. She was using her best friend’s absence to her own advantage. It just didn’t feel right—Kou and Fuuko might not be an item anymore, but she felt like intruding. She felt like that jerk who stabbed her friend’s back. Another part of her said that it was okay, it was really a win-win solution—she got to be with someone who stole her interest, and he got a more promising chance to move on.
It felt wrong.
Kou and Misa had been going out for days, and it just felt off. No crazy heart beat like she had expected, no butterflies in stomach, it was flat. She felt comfortable when she rested her head on his shoulder or when they walked home together, but it was just like that. She didn’t know who was at fault at this. Maybe it was hers, for taking advantage of his vulnerable state.
There was something weird going on too, like she suddenly saw flashes of images in her head whenever she was with him, and what was weirder was the images she saw. There were him, her, and some people in her school—all dressed in weird clothes, each wielding different weapons, fighting. Killing. The images didn’t stop as flashes as they crept into her dreams every night. The images were more vivid, and it was like she was in a movie. She did the fighting, she even killed people—she encountered many familiar faces with different names and identities.
Seven days had passed since Kou and Misa started going out, and they were now hanging out on the rooftop—another unusual place for them to have lunch at, and it was unusually empty.
“Kizami?” His voice was hoarse, coaxed with guilt.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry, but…I don’t think it—we’ll work out.” Kou said, “That’s why I suggest for us to stay friends.”
Kou looked at her, expecting hurt or something similar in her eyes, but instead she smiled. A nostalgic smile—in which he too had seen in his dreams. “I understand.”
“I’m really sorry.” He apologized.
She approached him and hugged him tightly—which made him yelp, “I’m the one who should apologize, you know. I forced you to do this stupid stunt. I should thank you, for agreeing this stupid thing. Thank you, Rain Guy.”
From her position, Misa couldn’t see Kou’s expression, but his earlier guilt on his face softened, replaced with relief, although his voice was shaking a bit from embarrassment due to their current position, “It’s nothing, Water Girl.”
They pulled away, and now they smiled at each other. Like the old friends they were, since a lifetime ago. It was like a gate so something new had been opened.
“Fuuko is coming back from her training camp today, wanna join her welcome party?”
“You don’t think I’ll let this opportunity slip away, do you? Besides, a party will not be completed if no one sings a good, cheerful song for her return.”
***
It was weird, Misa thought. Ever since she remembered about her past life, it was like a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart. It was like she had found a light in darkness, and she supposed the reason she was so attracted to Kou was because of their past lives. Her thread of destiny—as some people would call it—was tangled with his, and that explained her strong attachment to him. What was weirder was, the day she and Kou decided to call off their relationship, the feelings she felt towards him changed. She now saw him as a close friend, a brother even. She still noticed many things about him, but it was because he was her friend. A friendship that transcended even lifetime would be that strong.
Misa too had told Fuuko about her seven days experience of dating Kou, with a deep bow and sincere apology. As kind as Fuuko was, she didn’t expect her to easily forgive her for what she had done. Instead, Fuuko smiled as kindly as ever, saying that it was Misa’s right to do it. Misa was relieved, and—in Kou’s absence, of course—told Fuuko about the truth she had been hiding—her feelings towards Kou back in the day. They promised it’d be their secret, unless Misa decided to tell someone else.
That concluded their sophomore year, and the spring breeze would be back to welcome them in senior year.
~ Senior year was gonna be hectic, at least for Kou and Misa, as they were in the same class with a few troublemakers with records. And much to Kou’s annoyance, he was in the same class as the girl—Despicable Woman, as he referred to her—he disliked to the moon and back.
“Just what the heck are those teachers thinking, putting me in the same class as her?!” He complained one day during on of their usual lunch breaks together, “It’s bad enough that I was a representative, with her, back in our freshman year, and now this? I’m gonna die of hypertension.”
“Easy, Hieru.” Misa said, “She’s not as bad as you think. She managed to take care of that Shimada guy, right? He used to be a delinquent with no manners, but look at him now. His grades are good, and he now behaves better than he used to.”
“Maybe she’s threatening him.” Kou said sharply. It was entertaining, to see Kou who was usually so expressionless, got annoyed like this. He got annoyed by many things, actually, but the only one who managed to pull out his rage was this girl—Honda Akari. “What did I do wrong that the God decided to punish me with her existence?”
“Don’t say things like that, Kou-kun.” Fuuko said, “If you hate someone too much you’ll end up liking, or even loving them. The boundary between love and hate is just paper thin.”
Kou glared, “There’s no way I’ll like that Despicable Woman.”
Both girls laughed. Misa felt comfortable with the two of them. Kou had gotten over his feelings for Fuuko—he still looked at her with pouring affection, but it was a different kind of affection this time, and the three of them were now closer than ever. Of course, Kou and Misa didn’t tell Fuuko about their previous lives—it sounded too much like a mumbo-jumbo.
“I gotta leave early, my next class is maths.” Fuuko got up, “See you guys!”
After Fuuko left, Kou turned his gaze to Misa, “It’s weird.”
“What?”
“That Despicable Woman. I’m sure I’ve seen her somewhere…”
“Maybe from that time? It’s not like you can remember all of the people involved with you at once, you know.” Misa assumed, “Or maybe you see her in your dreams. Maybe she’s your destined woman.”
“That’s not funny, Kizami.”
“Well it is.” Misa laughed, “It’s weird to see you get so worked up over her, and despite complaining every second about her, you still bring up the fact that she’s familiar to you, which shows how you actually pay attention to her. How cute.”
“Shut up! I’m just curious, you know!”
“See? You get so worked up when Honda-san is involved.”
“Kizami—!”
Really, it was entertaining.
***
When autumn befell the land of Rising Sun, that meant the start of many interesting events in the school—the Sports Festival and followed by the Autumn School Festival. For Misa, interesting events meant being able to see something unusual and entertaining, and she thought the angels showered her with tons of good luck when Kou picked out a lucky number—the same number Honda Akari picked, and that resulted in them being paired up in a competition—three-legged-two-people race, or something like that. Both were so furious—only God knew why they hated each other so much—and started arguing in the middle of the class, not even the representatives could stop them. The argument was so heated that even the ex-troublemaker Shimada Warauki had to calm them down. Misa was quite impressed with his efforts to cool the heated heads of two stubborn people down, actually. It was quite unexpected.
When the D-day came, both Misa and Fuuko, who—according to Misa, were lucky, but not to Fuuko—didn’t get chosen to participate in any of the games, watched the contests from the sidelines, and there came Kou’s turn to compete—together with the one he got paired up, of course. Misa cheered for them, since they were from her class, while Fuuko watched the race intently. Kou and Honda came out as winners, but not without a price when the people around noticed that the girl sprained her ankle. The spectators couldn’t get any more surprised when Kou carried his partner away from the crowds, heading to the infirmary.
“…well, that’s unexpected.” Misa whistled, clearly showing her amusement. Fuuko gave a little nod.
“He’s showing his true colours, isn’t he?” It was rare for Fuuko to sound as mischievous as this, and both girls laughed. Their laughs stopped when the announcement for the next competition was made, and their attention was drawn to it—although a small part in their brains agreed on something.
Their ‘baby brother’ seemed to be growing up.
***
The Autumn School Festival was getting nearer, and their class agreed to do something that Kou considered a bane of his existence—a Costume Café. Whose idea was it, Misa didn’t wish to know. She only wished them good-health, since most likely Kou would hit their head with a basketball—hard. It wouldn’t be too much of a problem for Kou actually, if only he didn’t get chosen to wear a butler uniform. His protest went in deaf ears, since everyone else agreed on the costumes they got to wear. Misa was lucky enough to get away and just deal with the financial problems of the café and occasional live music. It seemed the class representatives had noticed that Misa was good at singing and playing musical instruments, especially guitar and bass.
“You’re gonna have to wear that outfit until noon, Hieru.” After the class had been dismissed, Misa tried to comfort him—or rather, teasing him with comforting as her cover, “You can let yourself be free of it once your shift ends and go watch the performances.”
“It’s humiliating.” Kou groaned, “Misfortune seems to always befall upon me this year.”
“I bet it’ll look good on you. You’re a good-looking man, honest.” Misa—now honestly—praised him, “And I don’t agree on your statement. Wasn’t it a good luck when you got the chance to walk Honda-san home back then?”
“What.” Kou turned his gaze to glare daggers at Misa—or tried to. Hints of red were visible on his cheeks, and this amused Misa to a greater amount. “It was the most unfortunate thing to happen to me, you know.”
“Says you who carried her as fast as the wind blows when she injured her ankle.”
“It was because—she was my partner!” Kou kept denying, despite his already red face, “I felt responsible, since it might be partially my fault that she got injured. No other reason, okay? Stop making things up.”
“Yeah, right.” Misa attempted to end his endless denial, “By the way, let me and Fuu-san take a picture with you in a butler outfit, okay?”
Kou was more than pissed when Misa left him, a teasing smile was visible on her lips.
***
The Autumn School Festival was wonderful. Not only many customers visited their class’ café, Misa got to see some interesting things as well. For example, she and Fuuko got a picture with butler Kou taken, then she saw Kou—more than ten times, maybe—checked for Honda’s well being. She was appointed as the cashier so she didn’t have to move around too much, since her injured ankle hadn’t yet recovered, and she was good at maths. Whenever he was not occupied Kou kept himself close—albeit himself trying not to look that he tried—to her, occasionally asking her if her ankle was okay or something. He put on that annoyed mask, but Misa noticed everything—she was a friend of his from a lifetime ago, after all. Much to Misa’s amusement, Honda too responded him—her mask was harder to read than his, but Misa assumed that Kou’s attention wasn’t one-sided. Misa too, noticed the way Kou’s cold glare towards Honda had melted.
Their café had closed, since the evening performances were about to begin and Misa’s band was one of the performers, so she had to get ready.
“Kizami?” A band member called out to her, “You don’t need to sit here like a stone. We’ve got an hour of free time, so as long as you come back here in sixty minutes, it’s okay if you want to take a look at the stands outside.”
“Ah, sure.” Misa stood, “I’ll be back in an hour, then.”
The school was filled with many people—old and young, men and women, students, teachers, even the public were filling the usually vacant field. Misa got in trouble to get through the ocean of people. Her initial intention to grab a food before her performance might be blown away like the dust carried by the wind.
“Missan!”
Misa quickly turned her head to the voice she recognized, and she spotted Fuuko along with Kanato in the crowd. Misa made her way through the people to them, “Hey.”
“So Kanato, keep Missan company while I take care of my business, okay?” Fuuko said to her brother, “Sorry, Missan! I need to do something but Kanato won’t let me to. I think he needs a company.”
Kanato frowned, “It’s just unreasonable for an older sister to leave her younger brother alone in a crowd like this.”
“You’re not a baby anymore, you know.” Fuuko scolded Kanato, “Missan will be here, so you should be okay. I’ll see you later!”
Fuuko disappeared in the crowd seconds later, and Kanato sighed.
“Aren’t you going to perform soon?” Kanato asked, turning his head to face Misa. “Why are you still swimming in this ocean of people?”
“I’ve got an hour of free time.” Misa answered, “I wanted to grab something to eat, but well…it’s kind of impossible.”
Kanato raised his eyebrows, and a sudden realization came upon him when he raised a paper bag, “Want some taiyaki? I bought them for Fuu-nee, but she said one is enough, so these are left untouched.”
“What fillings?”
“Custard.”
“Wonderful.” Misa said, eyes sparkling in delight, “I accept your offer, Sir.”
“What the heck?” Kanato laughed, “Just take it already. It won’t be funny if the singer faints on the stage because of starvation. I’ll be either taking you to the hospital or laughing to death.”
“If it’s the latter you will end up dead.” Misa joked, taking a bite of her taiyaki. Custard fillings were lovely, especially when she was starving—she was too busy being the financial manager of the class’ café to eat properly.
“Wow, Misa.” Kanato held his chest dramatically, “What a rude statement from a dashing singer. I might faint.”
“You should’ve joined the theatre club instead of football club, Natto.”
“That’s my secret career choice, actually.”
They both chuckled at his statement, and slowly the field was getting even more crowded. Misa swallowed the last bit of the sweets, “I think I gotta go to the backstage. I don’t want to keep my bandmates waiting.”
“Well then.” Kanato smiled innocently, “Good luck on stage, Misa.”
Misa’s back was already on him, but she glanced and replied with a small smile. “Thank you, Natto.”
***
It was already their fourth song, and the crowd was getting more pumped up. Misa could feel how heated the stage where she stood, and it made her burst in pride when the people were enjoying the songs she sung. It was a short break before the last song’s intro, and she used the opportunity to observe the crowd. Some people were linking their hands together, be it with friends or lovers. She spotted Kou standing next to Honda, both were standing at a respectable distance, but she sensed no usual malice from their expressions—instead, their expressions softened, like they were comfortable with each other. Misa smiled at the thought of Kou finally growing his gut to act like he was supposed to. The second time she looked around the crowd, she spotted that classmate of hers, who had already asked her willingness to accompany him to the prom—which she accepted. He was a good friend, anyway. He noticed that Misa’s gaze fell upon him, and he nodded in acknowledgement, accompanied with a slight smile, which Misa returned politely. Her brown orbs scanned the crowd once more, and then her eyes met Kanato’s purple ones. It bugged her mind a little when she didn’t see Fuuko next to him, but than she noticed that he was smiling at her, and his smile was contagious when she felt the corners of her lips too were lifted upwards. Kanato looked undeniably innocent like a child when he smiled.
“Everyone,” Misa spoke, and the crowd cooled down from their constant cheering for a while, “this would be our final song tonight. I ask all of you, every single one of you, to hold hands. Link your hands and hearts together, people! I’ll let you know, that love never felt so good.”
***
Three years had passed ever since Misa first stepped in to the school, when the cherry blossom petals fell, blown by the gentle spring breeze. Three years had passed since she first met her two best friends, one of them had always been since a lifetime ago. The third spring had come, and she was officially graduated.
Most of her batchmates were exchanging things—whether it be signatures or gifts. She too got asked to sign some uniforms and all, but she somehow wanted to avoid it. It’d feel too much like a separation if she joined them. She wasn’t ready yet, to be apart from her friends. It felt so weird. Many had already been accepted in universities outside the city, and she wanted nothing than to extend her time with her friends. Three years wasn’t enough.
“Excuse me, Senpai, but would you mind signing this for me?”
Even though she was drowning in her sentimental thoughts, she quickly recognized the voice, “Natto? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
“Well we’re given sometime to bid our farewell to the seniors,” he explained, “it confused me more that you’re sitting here alone, instead of hanging out with your friends.”
“I don’t…want to see them yet.” She said, “Graduating is weird, you know. You’re stuck together with some people for three years, and suddenly you’re going to be apart, walking different paths in life. It’s too sudden.”
Kanato sat next to her, “Didn’t you experience this in middle school?”
“It’s different.” Misa affirmed, “Maybe it’s because I’ve experienced many new things in high school. It’s like I’m leaving my parents to move out. High school made me who I am today.”
“Separations are never easy,” Kanato nodded, “however, in every good bye, there’s a beginning of something new. You might be apart with your high school friends, but when you enter college, you’ll meet new people. High school gives you experiences, and I’m sure when you’re in college you will experience even more things and make more memories to. Your high school experiences will serve as things to learn from when you’re living your life in college, and that’s why you shouldn’t be afraid of separations. I think separations are a way to learn.”
“Wow, Natto.” Misa chuckled, “I didn’t take you for such a grandpa. I thought I was the older one here?”
“Rude.” Kanato pouted.
“Anyways, thank you.” Misa patted his shoulder, “You make me feel better, you know. I’m grateful for the grandpa inside you.”
“Stop that.”
“I’m just kidding.”
“By the way, I was serious about having your signature.” Kanato took out something—a purple handkerchief, “I’ll be the happiest underclassman on earth if one of my second favourite seniors signs my handkerchief.”
“One of your second favourites?” Misa repeated with a frown.
“Fuu-nee is my most favourite senior, of course!” Kanato’s eyes were sparkling, “And you and Kou-nii are my second favourites!”
“Not only am I second, I have to share a place with Hieru too? I’m not signing it.”
“Don’t be upset, Misa!” Kanato laughed, “I’m just kidding, okay.”
“Whatever you say, not-favourite underclassman,” Misa faked an upset expression while signing his handkerchief, “you owe me a complete meal in your restaurant.”
“Okay, if you come later.”
“Wait, for real?” Misa widened her eyes, and Kanato nodded. “Well, you just became my favourite underclassman in an instant. I’ll be waiting for your treat.”
“You’re terrible.”
“I know. And it’s time for you to get back to class, since your leisure time will end soon.”
“Aw, crap!” Kanato cursed, “Anyway, everything’s on the house only if you come today, okay!”
“I’ll be sure to remember that!” Misa shouted, since Kanato was running off to the school building. His body disappeared behind the school walls when she murmured, “Thank you.”
A gentle breeze caressed Misa’s cheeks softly, and she got up from where she sat. The final cherry blossom petal fell, marking the end of Kizami Misa’s high school life.
(Also the beginning of the most miserable part of her life)
Flying Fish, Shimada Warauki & Honda Akari © kaibutsu Kunti (the Movie) © Ve Handojo & Rizal Mantovani Love Never Felt so Good © Michael Jackson & Paul Anka Udah cukup banyak gak kartu yang saya buka? Ini baru part 1 dan soal friends-with-benefits dan si bule dll juga belum dibuka samsek HAHA Misa oh Misa o<-< ini cerita Misa, dari sudut pandang Misa, walaupun juga banyak hal yang belum sempet saya tulis. Intinya gitu deh.
Kenapa harus Kunti filmnya? Karena seru.
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Aug 7 2014, 10:50 AM
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Okeh, jadi ini yah story of lifenya Misa? Nyuu... Asli, kartunya banyak banget dan saya puas. Makasih, makasih.
Saya dulu sempat curiga Kou pernah punya perasaan sama Fuuko dan kecurigaan itu akhirnya sirna. Di luar dugaan, ternyata kecurigaan lama saya bener. Saya gak nyangka mereka sempat pacaran, hahahaha. Saya juga gak nyangka short-lived relationshipnya Misa dan Kou itu gara-gara mereka keinget persahabatan mereka di kehidupan sebelumnya. I like this kind of relationship~
Saya juga over hepi waktu beberapa bagian flying fish dimention di sini, dan kaget banget waktu si Kunti muncul hahahaha. Saya masih kepo soal Fuuko dan Kanato, jujur aja. Ngomong-ngomong, saya suka sama interaksi Misa dan Kanato di sini. Mereka cocok, sungguh.... wait, sejak kapan saya berhenti manggil "Natto"? Well, I guess I'm gonna stop :3Oia, Misa yang bisa main gitar itu kayaknya cocok beneran sama Kae. Ahahaha.
More revelation, please, but no need to rush. This one's enough to make me happy.
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Aug 8 2014, 04:59 AM
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buka kartunya banyak banget. aduh. doki-doki teh, hati abdi~~
mbak, keanya saya cocok beneran jadi cenayang deh. dugaan saya lagi-lagi betul hwhwhw kan bener kou ada feeling sama fuuko dulunya. eh kalo ngga salah juga ada shortficnya ngga sih, seinget saya. cie first kissnya ciee hwhwhwhw awalnya perasaan misa ke kou itu semacam serba salah ya. apalagi sejak kejadian di bioskop. ikutan sedih ngeliat misa yang berusaha menutupi perasaannya hwhwhw fix gue mudah kebawa perasaan. untung ngga berkelanjutan yah. dan ternyata mereka sadar mereka adalah reinkarnasi dari masa tiga negara hwhwhwhwhwhw emang persahabatan yang kuat banget ya, azeeek. sama kayak mocca-senpai, saya juga engga nyangka alasan kou-misa putus karena persahabatan mereka pada jaman dahulu kala ya. lucu tapi juga heartwarming for an unknown reason untuk saya.
haha ternyata ada beberapa part flying fish dimasukin di sinii~ merasa seneng deh. saya menikmati trivia kecil-kecilan yang saya tangkep dari fik kali ini. part satu tapi udah ngejelasin whole high school life-nya misa. saya puas banget nih hehehe, makasih banyak~ buat yang soal perasaan misa ke kanato dan thing between them dandan si bule itu saya juga kepo parah sih, tapi biarkan saja deh, biarkan semua mengalir apa adanya~
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Aug 8 2014, 06:19 AM
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Lah, saya kira soal Kou ke Fuuko itu udah obvious banget dari awal, soalnya kalo ga salah saya pernah bilang wkwk ternyata ngga pada ngeh toh
@mocca: Ini baru part 1 sih, rencananya bakal ada 3 part +half fanfic, tapi ya itu gatau kelarnya kapan ~_~ sebenernya alesan Kou sama Misa putus bukan karena inget kehidupan yang lalu sih, tapi itu cuma jadi sejenis...apa ya, kunci buat move on gitu deh. Asik juga tuh kalo Misa temenan sama Kae.
Rencananya MisaNatto bakal mulai muncul ke surface mulai part 2 (yg belum saya mulai samsek...) jadi mohon bersabar :"
@za: Misa kayak gitu karena dia tau Kou waktu itu hatinya udah ke orang lain, jadi dia neken perasaannya sendiri :)) eh abis itu nasibnya sama lagi ke Kanato
Sebenernya tadinya part SMA ini mau dibagi jadi dua part, tapi nanti kepanjangan, jadi ya diringkes aja jadi segini, part yg lain hubungannya sama friends-with-benefit soalnya
Saya buka kartu dikit deh, peran si bule itu ngga sepenting yang dikira kok wkwkwk
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Aug 8 2014, 09:57 AM
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@Ajeng Oh, sori deh... Kayaknya saya lupa blas soal Kou dan Fuuko yang udah pernah dikasih tau Ajeng, hahaha. Maap ye maap T.T Saya rasa Misa udah temenan sama Kae di ask.fm deh XDD Well, terlepas dari apakah persahabatan mereka di masa lalu emang alasan utama Misa bisa ngelepas Kou atau nggak, tetap saja itu menegaskan bahwa mereka berdua ditakdirkan untuk sahabatan selamalamalamanyah *buagh* I like it! Part-part lain bakal saya tunggu dengan sabar kok, hahaha.
Btw, saya juga nggak kepo-kepo amat sama si bule. Wkwkwkwk
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Aug 8 2014, 04:24 PM
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@ajeng wkwk saya bukannya nggak ngeh dari dari awal mikirnya kou ke fuuko itu sayang karena teman masa kecil. eh ternyata e_e
misa neken-neken perasaan mulu yah... kok senasib sih sama akari. mungkin dua orang ini biar yang satunya agak sensian, bisa temenan kali ya. haha. ngga baek neken perasaan mulu ya ampun 8'))
yah, apapun itu~ saya tetep kepo parah dengan misa dan orang-orang sekelilingnya. terlepas dari penting-nggak-penting rolenya. emang dasar gue kepoan sih hixxxxx
saya doain dirimu lancar-lancar aja ya nulisnya. jangan kea saya. WKWK. 8'))
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Sep 28 2014, 08:43 AM
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letters carried by the wind Hey, you, with a darker shade of purple on your eyes.
I know what you have been keeping from me. Despite your efforts to cover it, despite your deepest desire not to let me know. I, who have been gifted with this ability, to notice even the smallest changes on one's demeanor.
I play dumb.
I act like I know nothing when I know everything. Living my daily life in fake obliviousness, hoping that our bond will stay the same, forever.
Despite seeing the faint turmoil in your purple crystals, seeing the battle between your logic against your desire. The pained look you always give me when you think I'm not looking.
To be honest, I want to scream. I want to tell you that this is not okay. You should stop looking at me like that. I'm not the one for you. I love you, in a way I am supposed to. Unlike your feelings. I don't want to see that sorrow in your eyes anymore, caused by me. Isn't it normal that I want you to be happy? And that I know I can't be your happiness in the way you wish me to be?
Hey, you, the Eve for the lost Adam, one flowed freely like the water.
I am sorry.
For I have always taken your supposed-to-be-happiness from you. I have never expected for someone to get so close to me, building a friendship I've always thought as cliche, imaginary. You don't act special, but I feel that you are sincere. I do know that you are sincere.
I know you know his feelings towards me, when you start behaving differently. It is subtle, but this is me. I notice every single thing. I know you have been trying your best to act indifferent and hide your truest feelings, but once again, this is me. You start distancing yourself slightly from me and him, but it pains you to do so. Especially when he's expecting you to console him whenever he needs you.
You try too hard to be there for him, when you know you're not the one inside his mind. I want to snap the realization out of him. I know he will find the freedom his mind and heart have not felt for long, for they have been locked up with the thoughts of me.
I still believe, though, that you are to be the one to wash his sorrow away.
Hey, you, one with a pair of eyes that match the soil, source of life. One who washes the nasty feelings within me, like a cold, heavy rain.
My rain.
You have always been by my side. We basically spend every second we have together, me and you. Feelings are not things you can express easily, but I do know you're much more comfortable with me than the others. Your body is less tense, your eyes soften and your voice doesn't sound as flat, even just for a bit. You've always been with me, throughout my ups and downs. You protect me, you comfort me. You exist by my side.
Isn't it normal that I will get attached to you? That I need you by my side, even if I have to sacrifice anything?
You don't know how happy I am when I notice the changes in your attitude when you're with me, pleasing changes at that. That hint of red on your cheeks, that soft gaze that falls upon me, that low, comforting voice of yours that rolls out of your tongue and reaches my ears, making me feel comfortable, and safe.
How can I not be happy when my feelings are being returned?
I am content with this situation. I act indifferent towards you, because I know you will always be by my side, no matter how I act. I still walk beside you, have my lunch with you, spend my time with you. Nothing changes, except the subtle changes in your behaviour towards me. Pleasing changes.
When you decide to finally act according to your feelings, you surprise me. A good surprise. When your lips are pressed lightly against mine, I feel like I can burst from abundance of happiness within my soul. When you finally confess your feelings out loud, that's the best thing that has ever happened in my life.
As the time I spend with you passes, fear creeps into me. What if someday you decide you've got enough of me, and leave? What if the feelings you have are washed away, and you no longer hold the same feelings as I do? What if you find someone else and walk away from my life?
(What if I become like my father, that obsesses over someone and destroys his own self?)
I...I don't want to be like that. I don't want to obsess over you. I cherish you too much.
The fears are so strong that they cloud my mind.
Before you leave me, before I start getting obsessed...I'd rather leave you first.
It's better to leave than to be replaced.
It hurts me to see that pained look on your soft, soil-coloured eyes. It hurts me to hear your voice tremble, and it hurts me the most for me to lie to you.
("I'm sorry, Kou-kun. I think I like someone else. I'm really sorry. We'd better stay friends.")
I am amazed I can tell such a lie with indifference in my voice and facial expression.
But this is the best.
This way, you will always stay by my side. This way, you won't have a reason to leave me. Because you are my friend.
This is the best. We both are always together, in a comfortable distance. Because the most important thing is you're here by my side.
What I never expect is the change that follows.
You and her, the flowing water, seem to have a much stronger bond than before. It is different from what we feel towards each other, but it is indeed a strong bond. I notice the change in your attitudes, you are much more comfortable in her presence than before, and so is she. I keep silent, because I know she is safe, that she will not take you away from me.
But it is different with that woman with red eyes.
I can feel it, that she is different. You may always argue with her, spill your complains about her, but something is odd.
It is all cleared up when you start looking at her with those eyes, soft gaze that used to appear only in my presence. Now it exists and falls upon someone else.
I hate it.
I hate it, really. Every inch of my body screams when I catch you looking at her with those eyes, even more when she starts returning it with a similar look in her eyes.
But I still play dumb.
Because I don't want to obsess over you.
Because I am sure whatever happens between you and that red-eyed woman will not last long, anyway. You will not be taken away from me. Because I believe that you exist for me, and I for you.
That's why I act like I support you, along with she, the flowing water. I know she is sincere in supporting you. Because she doesn't know what I'm expecting.
No one knows.
I feel that a thunder strikes me when there is something else I notice, that you and the red-eyed woman share an even stronger bond than yours and the flowing water's. It is not visible for most people, but I can feel it. I know it.
It hits me even harder, that I still think about you, every single day, but I know that's not your problem. A small, foolish part of me still hopes you will change your mind and turn back to come to me, but I know you won't. You are content with her. You are yourself whenever you are with her.
That's when I decide to escape.
I tie the knot.
With someone whom I have no feelings for, but pity.
It's such an irony, knowing you say I am the pure, white snow, when in fact I'm like shards of ice, cold and piercing, hurting people.
I try lying to myself that this is what I need. I try assuring myelf that you still will not be taken away.
Only regret haunts me now.
If only I weren't stupid.
If only I weren't such a coward.
If only I knew that I had been obsessed with you since long.
I put on a mask and not let anyone finds out. No one ever does.
I am here alone, regret fills every single cell in me, cursing stupidity.
Because I know now.
That I love, love, love, love you.
My Rain.
It is too late now.
You will never be mine. Inspired by Adhitya Sofyan's Blue Sky Collapse and Panic! At the Disco's Nicotine.
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Sep 28 2014, 10:12 AM
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Husyeah Fuuko! Akhirnya akhirnya akhirnyaaa~~~~ Thanks God, kekepoan saya terpuaskan~
Di balik sikapnya yang kalem-kalem itu, ternyata dia berusaha membunuh benih-benih yandere obsesif dalam hatinya(!?) *dihajar seluruh Shiroyuki family* Seperti biasa karakterisasi OCnya Ajeng selalu menarik. Like this!
Kayaknya ini bisa menjelaskan kenapa Megumi ngerasa mamanya nggak sayang papanya, ya. Megumi kayaknya juga peka sama perasaan orang seperti mamanya, yah...
Oke deh. Great job!
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Oct 1 2014, 01:21 PM
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Fuuko... *narik ingus* ...akhirnya ada juga fik dengan PoV cewek ini... *narik ingus sedalem mungkin*
simpatik saya ngebaca bagian untuk kanato, aih. tapi kok sedih baca bagian untuk misa ya apa karena ngerasa senasib ini? wks lupakan. kok ketawa ya pas baca bagian untuk kou. maapin, saya emang rada stress belakangan. ha. alibi klise.
anywayanywayanywaaaay, looking forward for fuuko's another stories. sieg heil saya jadi kepo parah orz :'3
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