Post by kiwii ღ on Jul 19, 2012 17:49:20 GMT -5
notes: this is why we can't have good things. /wrist.
[/b]| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,335,true][atrb=style, background: transparent,btable][STYLE=width: 300px; border-bottom: solid 5px #4B2954; margin-top: 50px;] [/style][STYLE=font-style: italic; font-size: 40px; font-family: georgia; margin-top: -41px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #1B1F1C; text-indent: 0px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000000;]I WISH YOU'D,[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/Noda%20icons/naoto4.jpg); width: 100px; height: 100px; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; border: solid 5px #4B2954; position: relative; float: right; margin-top: -60px; margin-right: -40px] [/style][STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: courier; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 90%; width: 261px; color: #1B1F1C; margin-top: -5px;]UNCLENCH YOUR FISTS, AND UNPACK YOUR SUITCASE. LATELY, THERE'S BEEN TOO MUCH OF THIS, BUT DON'T THINK IT'S TOO LATE. NOTHING'S WRONG, JUST AS[/style] |
| [STYLE=font: normal 10px arial; text-align: justify; border-right: solid 5px #4B2954; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -20px; color: #261E28; border-top: 1px #6F5177 dotted;]It was just another day for him. Classes went by like usual, not that he'd even been paying attention most of the time. His mind was typically elsewhere, either wandering around the room away from the subject of discussion or urging him to fall asleep. Only once out of the three times that it told him to rest his head, he managed to stay awake long enough to see the final few minutes of the period and count down the seconds until the bell finally rang. It was all about as boring as always, but enjoyable enough during passing periods, which was really the only thing keeping him from dreading the entire experience altogether. And that was usually how the day went. On this particular occasion, however, he'll have gone home and vowed never to show his face in that wretched place again. It was the final class period of the day, ten or so minutes in. The teacher had just dismissed them from a lecture and was allowing them the freedom to talk amongst each other as they worked on individual assignments while the teacher busied himself with his own preperations of the upcoming lesson transition. Naoto, being Naoto, had himself turned directly away from his desk towards a couple of friends who'd gathered within his vicinity and started talking about the most random, unrelated things. He was doing all he could to make time pass as quickly as possible without him having to do any real work at all - he told himself he'd finish the assignment at home, but knew very well that that was a lie. A distraction was all that he needed, and as a matter of fact, a distraction was exactly what he got in the following moment; if only he could have worded his wish more properly than that. The doors to the classroom swung open with a particular forcefulness, causing most of the class to draw their attention towards it - as for those who had yet to look over, their eyes did eventually catch sight of the short 'vertically challenged' brunette as she stormed into the room and down a specific aisle between seats. Naoto had taken an extra moment to finish what he'd been saying to his friends before he finally caught on to the fact that none of them were even listening anymore. And that was when he looked over. There was Hinata, the girl he'd always known as some kind of enemy of his, up until recently. Not more than a couple weeks ago, after so many months of aggravating frustration and denial (which he now liked to teasingly refer to as sexual tension), they'd finally come to terms with the fact that they liked each other. Like, liked each other - to the point where it was only a matter of time before one of the two asked the other out, which was exactly what Naoto took the initiative of doing. Fighting off her hesitation and urge to reconsider, she said yes. And everyone saw it coming. If you were to ask just about anyone who knew the both of them, a majority might actually say they saw this coming, too, from a mile away. A smile broadened across Naoto's face, and he greeted his girlfriend with a welcoming tone, however angry she did look; "Sup, babe? Don't you got a class to go to or could you just not wait to see me again-?" |
Slap.
Her hand made contact with one side of his face, and his head jerked accordingly. It was when he looked back up at her, surprise made evident in his expression, that he noticed the faint trace of tears in her eyes. She was glaring at him. It was not a look that was any angrier than either of the pissed off looks she'd given him in the past, but there was something about it that affected him so much more than any of her previous grimaces; she looked hurt. And it was not by anything or anyone else but him. He could tell this much by the way her tearful eyes bore into him, if not by the slap-to-the-face alone.
He blinked, listening as an abrupt silence fell over the room, signaled for by the loud sound of her hand hitting his cheek. All eyes were on them now, not that he'd have expected anything less from such an occurrence. But he couldn't help but hate now being the center of attention, for the first time in his life. Eyeing the girl in expectation, he waited for her to do or say something, but as he observed her in those few moments, all he could see was that tear-filled gaze staring down at him, and all the rest of her body shaking. He kicked his lips in anticipation, anxiety, before opening his mouth to speak. "...Hinata?"[/b] he started carefully. "Mind telling me what that was f-"[/b] Cut off by her snarling, he braced himself. "Oh, as if you don't know!"[/b] she shouted. "You know what you did! Unless that crazy bitch is lying, but I doubt she is!"[/b]
"What crazy bitch? Hinata, I don't have a damn clue what you're-"[/b]
"That crazy bitch!"[/b]
She threw a pointed finger behind her, in the direction of the doorway, and standing there was the familiar face of... uh, he never really got her name but- hey, he fucked that girl the other night.
He... fucked that girl... the other night... Shit.
His eyes widened the slightest bit upon realizing just what this was all about. And by the looks of everyone else in the room, they knew it just as well. His eyes fell to the floor for a moment, not daring to meet Hinata's eyes for a long while, but she continued to pressure him and accuse him of all the things she rightfully assumed he did. "At that party you said you went to on Saturday,"[/b] she began, voice trembling, "Y-You... you did... th-things with her, didn't you?!"[/b] Naoto flinched, hearing the startled murmurings of others in the room pick up at once, then dragged his gaze up to meet the Kaito's own. "I was drunk,"[/b] he defended himself instantly. "It's not like I could stop myself from doing stuff like that when I was drunk! You know that-"[/b]
"If you and I both knew that, then why the hell did you get yourself drunk in the first place?! If this was what you knew would happen, then why did you even bother drinking?!"[/b]
"Because it was a party."[/b]
"Then don't fucking go!"[/b]
From where he was still sitting in his seat, Naoto hesitated, knowing that there was no way he could win in this sort of argument. He'd cheated on her, admitted to it, and therefore there was no way of getting out of it for free. Somewhere deep inside he was aware of that, but at the same time, he'd never fully understood what was so bad about cheating every once in a while. It wasn't like she was putting out, and it wasn't like he'd been all that good with commitment in the first place. He wasn't going to be blaming anybody for that, but he still didn't know whether to feel exceedingly guilty or not. Of course he did feel bad about it, except he didn't quite know why. He just wasn't good at this. It was why he'd hardly ever participated in long-term relationships before in his life.
He couldn't say much of a word after that before she'd carried on yelling again. "You know what? I knew this would happen. I just knew it! It was why I was so mad at myself for ever considering dating you, but I went against whatever doubts I had and said 'yes' to you anyway. I trusted you when you said you could 'change' for me. I fucking trusted you, and what do I get out of that? You cheating on me with some slut you met at a party!"[/b] The girl had almost shrieked at the last part, prompting Naoto to grow all the more tense. He gritted his teeth, though not so much out of anger or irritation - more out of uncertainty in how he should react. "I said you could come with me to the party if you wanted to!"[/b] he reminded her, to which she sneered. "Oh, and just because I decided not to, you thought it was perfectly fine for you to get drunk and sleep with someone else?!"[/b] To this, he shook his head. "Hinata, that's not how it went-!"[/b] he argued back, but she spoke immediately after, almost cutting him off: "I don't care! I don't care anymore!"[/b] she declared. "You can have her, Naoto! And her, and her, and her and her and her!"[/b] She was pointing at every girl in sight, and it was at this moment that the students around them had fallen silent once more. The teacher, surprisingly, had yet to make an attempt at dismissing the B-class girl from their C-class room.
"But Hinata, I don't want-"[/b]
"Save it! We're done! Broken up, or wh-whatever..."[/b]
Her breathing had become choppy, Naoto noticed, whereas he couldn't find himself breathing at all for a couple moments when she said this. It was when he'd finally found his breath that she'd already made it to the exit and was stepping into the hallway, hands having gone up to wipe angrily at her dampened eyes. He watched her, frozen in his desk for all but a few seconds then before he charged out of his seat. "Hinata! Wait!"[/b] he called out as he gave into pursuit, hurrying through the rows of desks and ignoring all reactions from his surrounding peers - and, more importantly, from his teacher, who he carelessly shoved aside on his way to the open doorway. He also completely disregarded the greeting given to him by the other girl who'd been standing there and had evidently been the blabber mouth to tell his (ex-)girlfriend about the other night's affairs that he'd shared with her.
And so he ran after Hinata, the consistent heart-breaker who he much preferred to claim as his own more so than not. It wasn't the first time he'd chased after her, for he could recall several other instances where such efforts were asked of him, and therefore it wasn't something he thought twice about anymore. He was so used to being in pursuit of this girl, to where he was no longer aware of why exactly he was doing it, especially since he knew it just wouldn't work out between them with the way things were going. It'd become routine for him to wonder why he was here, flagging down the one person he hated and loved all at once - and for what? For another chance to share a mere moment's intimacy before going back to fighting with her time and time again?
Precisely.
Because for some fucked up reason, those were the best moments he could ever bring himself to remember anymore.
"Wait up!"[/b] Naoto yelled out to her again. Since leaving the classroom, he ran barely fast enough to catch her by the hand just in time to bring himself and her to a sudden halt. She was hesitant, but chose to turn and face him again, regardless of her qualms. "You won't be able to say anything to convince me, Takamatsu,"[/b] she said to him, voice still quivering as she refused to meet his gaze. "C'mon, Hinata, don't be like this,"[/b] he pleaded. "It was some small screw-up. It won't happen again, I promise!"[/b] She shook her head again. A gesture that told him she didn't believe a word he said. "It was the first and only time I'll ever betray you like that. Can't you trust me?"[/b] Her head snapped upwards and he found himself being glared at by her again. This time, however, the tears had already started flowing, and we're flooding her eyes so much more than before, with either pool spilling heavily across whatever distance stood between her sparkling brown eyes and her chin. To see her this way hurt him about as much as it did the first time he ever saw her cry, if not even more than that.
"Trust you? I trusted you just fine before you went and h-had sex with that... t-that skank at that party! I told you this already, Naoto! Whatever trust you had is g-gone! And you can't get it back!"[/b] He gave a squeeze on her hand, still holding it in his own, and even ended up reaching with his other hand for her free one. "Well why won't-"[/b] She resisted, tearing both hands away from either of his, but he continued in spite of this, "Why won't you give me a second chance?! It's what all couples end up having to do at some point! It's not always supposed to be perfect, you know?! It never is!"[/b]
"Then what's the point?!"[/b] she demanded. "Why can't it be perfect? Why do we even bother?!"[/b] Thrashing his head side to side, it was easy to tell he was letting all this frustration get the best of him. "I dunno, I dunno! I don't know why this whole relationship shit is so goddamn fucked up, but it is! It's not like we can help it, but we can make it work somehow, right? Or at least... try... we can try, can't we?"[/b] he asked, sounding almost as though he was begging her. Perhaps he really was. But it was just like he said before; he didn't know why he was trying so hard for her, and only her. It was all so complicated. Every last bit of it. And he wasn't sure of how much more he could take. All he knew was he didn't want it to end, not like this.
"I don't think it'll go the way you or me want it to,"[/b] she told him truthfully, voice cracking as she spoke. He nodded. "We can try,"[/b] he repeated. His voice was cracking, too.
But the debt was too much to repay, and no matter how hard he tried or how much effort and tolerance she put into it, they could never quite make it work. All because old habits die hard, and because the both of them were just too stubborn and flawed for their own good.
And everyone else saw it coming, from a mile away. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][STYLE=font: normal 10px arial; color: #4B2954;]made by bubbles of btn[/style] [/center]
