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@mocca: saya emang pengen punya oc yang agak twisted, dan fuuko terpilih jadi oc yang sangat beruntung itu wkwk yak, megumi emang keturunan ibunya soal itu, soal dia ke kou juga kayaknya semacam karma gitu sih
@za: akhirnya, setelah dibiarin misterius selama 2 tahun wkwk gimana ya, fuuko emang agak kelainan, dan bukan tanpa sebab juga sih, makanya dia jadi gitu...
thanks!
Story Type: Original Fiction. Genre : Friendship. Language: English. Rating: K+. Summary: They converse, wreathed by tiniest drops left by the rain.
the drops of water are listening “You were my very first memory.”
[September 5th, 20xx, 3:16 PM] Two cups, filled with thick, dark brown liquid with puffing white smoke hovering above, radiating bittersweet scent around the small table, competing the remaining petrichor smell. The air was blowing gently, carrying tiniest drops of water, ones that hadn’t given up to make the soil damp. The sun hadn’t shown its brightest, but a few rays of light had pierced through the once thick, grey clouds.
Two people, sat across each other, filling the little time they had together.
Hieru Kou had never had another chance to spend a quiet afternoon with his childhood friend.
Shiroyuki—no, Harada Fuuko hadn’t had an appropriate chance to talk with her most precious friend.
“It’s a good thing the rain stopped.” Kou started, “I’d prefer the outside seat.”
“On the contrary, I’d prefer if the rain keeps falling.” Fuuko replied, “You know I love rains.”
“Of course I know. It’s just…the scent after the rain stopped gives me a calming vibe.”
Fuuko didn’t reply. She only lifted her cup to meet her lips, sipping the thick liquid. She frowned.
Too sweet.
Kou’s soil-coloured eyes observed his childhood friend—she had changed. She still had a calm, kind, motherly expression on her face, but there was something missing. Something Kou didn’t recognize, but he knew it was supposed to be there, drawn on her face, but he couldn’t see it anymore. He didn’t even know what it was.
(You’re such a failure of a best, childhood friend, Hieru Kou.)
“Kou-kun.” Kou snapped out of his reverie, “Congratulations.”
“Wha—ah, oh.” Kou rubbed the back of his neck, “Thank you.”
Fuuko’s lips curved upward, showing her typical kind smile, which was often dubbed as ‘the smile of a mother’ by Misa. There was no other answer for her to show this smile, aside from showing her contentment for her childhood friend.
He was getting married the next day.
Of course as his friend for the longest time, she should be happy. That was why, she called him, to spend the afternoon with her, just like the old days.
“It will be lonely, since you’ll move out, further from my house.” Fuuko remarked, “I hope you still get to visit us, though.”
“I’ll try my best to do so.” Was Kou’s response, “And it’s not gonna be that lonely, Fuuko. There are Takeshi-san and Megumi-chan by your side now.”
Fuuko didn’t reply.
Another breeze caressed their exposed skin, this time carrying pieces of novel awkwardness. A thing so foreign for two life-long friends—since when did that awkwardness appear, they never noticed. Suddenly, it was just here, like a thin cover veiling them, choking whatever words they were going to spit out.
Fuuko decided she should be the one to tear that hindering veil apart.
“Do you remember, Kou-kun? We used to play under falling leaves during autumn.” Her pale-purple orbs observed the garden surrounding the café they were at—reddish-orange leaves were falling, so bright yet instead of cheerful, they gave a calming vibe. “You never let me go through the garden near our school alone, even if it made you arrive home late—later than you were allowed to.”
“It is normal for me to do so, Fuuko. Your safety is my responsibility.” Kou claimed, and Fuuko’s eyes turned warm. Warmer than they should be.
“Was.” Fuuko corrected, “My safety is no longer your responsibility. My being is no longer your responsibility. You have someone else to protect now, someone you should dedicate your life for.” Like you did to me, she wanted to add, but she decided not to.
“You’re right.” Much to her expectation, his thin-lined lips formed a warm half-smile, something not many people could pull out of him. Something people around him cherished, including her. “You too, now, have someone whose life is dedicated only for you.”
“And for Kyoko, and Megumi.” Fuuko added, earning an apologetic smile from the man across her. "Don't forget them."
“Right. My bad.”
“It’s okay. We share the same surname, so we count as a family.”
Kou sipped his drink—macchiato, his favourite, and slowly put the cup down. “I’m glad you married Takeshi-san, Fuuko.”
Fuuko blinked, “Why so sudden—?”
Kou lifted his gaze, soil met pale-purple, and he stared at her like he never did to most people. A gaze filled with intense care, “Because he can give you happiness.”
Fuuko’s eyes widened.
“I—you know, I’ve always wanted you—and everyone around me—uh, to be happy.” Kou rubbed the back of his neck again, “And Takeshi-san gives you just that. He brings you happiness and joy, from what I’ve seen. He dedicates himself for his family, for you. And I’m glad.”
It was the widest smile from Kou that Fuuko had ever seen, and his eyes were glinting with relief.
“I am happy that you’ve found your happiness.”
Fuuko was still wordless.
“I have…always wanted to talk to you about this.” Kou said softly, “Do you remember? That autumn, back in our sophomore year.”
Fuuko nodded. There was no way she could forget about that day.
(A day she regretted even until this second, and she was sure she’d still feel the same for the upcoming years—he didn’t need to know, though.)
“I remember like it’s been carved firmly in my memories.” Kou said, his eyes looked solemn, “I was so angry and disappointed. I thought of myself as a failure, moreover, the thought of you choosing someone else got me so…furious.”
“It’s embarrassing, I know, but I feel obliged to tell you. I was burdened with my self-made obligation to bring happiness to you, because I cared so much about you.”
He didn’t see her fingers squeezing the hem of her shirt.
“I was blinded by rage and disappointment, that I even got so angry at Takeshi-san back then. I couldn’t accept that he was…trying to take you away.”
Fuuko knew Kou was trying his hardest to return her gaze, that he tried not to turn his head from her. That he wanted to face this.
“I was lucky, though.” Kou continued, “I had—have—people around me to make me think rationally. To look objectively. People who helped me to actually use my brain, and not just giving in to blind-rage.”
She knew whom he was referring.
“Takeshi-san is sincere. I know he was, is and will always be.” His gaze softened, “He is the perfect-match for you, Fuuko.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that.
“I also want to let you know,” Kou’s gaze never leaving Fuuko’s, his typical smile plastered on his lips, “that I am glad that you were the first to wash away the emptiness within me.”
Fuuko was sure her expression showed an obvious surprise. Despite that, Kou still didn’t realize—or even if he did, he said nothing to that. He only continued, “We might not have the best ending, but the memories will stay, something precious to look back at. Something to learn from.”
Fuuko stared back at him, and her hands were trembling—not that Kou could see, anyway.
After a while, Fuuko exhaled deeply, returning his smile with her typical-motherly one. “You sound like we’ll never meet again, Kou-kun. You’re just getting married, not moving abroad.”
Kou scratched his cheek sheepishly, and Fuuko held a chuckle, “I’ve never known you can be so sweet, Kou-kun.”
“Eh—it’s just, I wanted to convey every thought I have within me.” Kou diverted his gaze, faint hint of blush finally appeared.
“You’re so melancholic today, that I thought you weren’t Kou-kun.” Fuuko now let out her chuckle, “But you being sweet is a good surprise, though. It’s a compliment, if you’re wondering.”
“Thanks.”
They didn’t utter another word after that. Kou was gulping down the caffeine in his cup, while Fuuko had already finished her hot chocolate. Her chin rested on her palm, eyes observing her childhood friend carefully.
(After all he had spilled, she too wanted to do the same, but she knew she couldn’t. Shouldn't.)
“The sun is setting.” Fuuko said, a matter-of-fact. “We must go back and get ready. After all, tonight is your party, right?”
“Right.” Kou agreed, “Don’t pay. It’s on me.”
“Normally I’d refuse, but today is special so yeah, thank you, Kou-kun.” Fuuko got up from her seat, followed by Kou. After paying, they both got out of the café and walked side-by-side. He insisted on walking her home, despite her refusal. It took not much time for them to arrive, since Harada residence was near from the café, unlike Fuuko’s initial residence.
“Say hello to Takeshi-san and Megumi-chan from me.” Kou said, and Fuuko nodded.
“Will do. See you later in the restaurant, Kou-kun.”
“Yeah. See you too.” Kou waited until she got inside her house, but instead of locking the front door, she stopped, and turned her head to meet his gaze again.
“Kou-kun?”
“Hm?”
Fuuko inhaled deeply, a smile appeared, “Be happy. For yourself, for Honda-san, for everyone.” For me.
“Of course.” Kou responded, “You too.”
She shut the door, and he walked away.
(He didn’t know, that day, her heart was shattered into tiny pieces, unfixable.)
“You still reside within me.”
Honda Akari © kaibutsu Kou sangat tembok part 2904092840198401 Heavily inspired by the 78th chapter of Hirunaka no Ryuusei.
Edited by Ajeng, May 10 2015, 05:10 PM.
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