RahXephon Fan Fiction ❯ Ayato's Plight ❯ Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I am a man, so first I apologize for certain scenes lacking the emotion that they originally were intended to have. Also, I apologize if I don't do RahXephon justice. It's not mine to butcher, so I apologize for any wrong done to the series; but if I keep this in me, my heart will burst. Please bear with me, and maybe even enjoy this frantic.

 

 

The setting sun stretched its rays out, turning everything in the classroom into hues of gold, including the two figures who sat on the window ceil, both looking away from each other and blushing. Earlier they had been laughing and cleaning, but now, they reflected their internal feelings for each other. Ayato opened his mouth to try to say something, only to close it again, his throat too dry for words. Haruka attempted to steal a glance at the boy who found her beautiful enough to turn into one of his sketches. It was great to find that he was indeed in the same class as her this year, and ever since, he's proven himself to be a great friend. But she could only define the feeling tugging at her chest to be what could become love.

 

“Kamina…” she managed to get out.

“Yea…?” He replied, slowly regaining composure…

 

“Can I hold your hand…?”

The silver haired boy nodded, Haruka, who hadn't seen the nod, or heard any signs of protest, reached out for his hand. Any courage, or cool that Ayato had built up, was lost as he felt a rush of warmth that washed over his entire body. It made his legs weak and he wanted to just fall…fall forever, and that nothing in the world would matter, as long as he never let go of Haruka's hand. Ayato's eyes moved automatically, in search for Haruka's. He found her flustered face already in the same direction, as his gaze met hers. Instantly, their eyes locked, as if a soul fusion was in progress. Ayato didn't know what he was doing, or how to make he stop, somehow he found himself leaning towards Haruka. Likewise, the young girl let her eyes slip shut and moved towards him. Within millimeters of each other, the door slid open, causing them to quickly jump apart and look the other direction.

“Kamina! I…” Was the response from a girl who was in the same class? The red-haired girl's eyes widened as she surveyed the room and took the position of its inhabitants into consideration.

 

“A-asahina…?” Ayato said, breaking the thick and awkward silence.

 

“I-I'm sorry! I didn't see anything, honest!” and with that, she bolted out of the room, closing the door behind her.

 

Ayato felt like he should chase after her. But instead he remained, partly because he had no true feelings towards his classmate. Hiroko was of course a bright, cheerful and intelligent girl; but she was perfect to him as just a friend, nothing more. He also didn't chase after her, because his hand was still clasped around Haruka's. They looked at their hands, let go, blushed and giggled over the situation.

 

Just outside the room, Hiroko stood, leaning against the wall, clenching her fists tight, fiercely fighting the tears which wanted to come in torrents. In her left hand she unconsciously crumpled a letter which was directed to Ayato. It was a confession of her feelings to him. However, that girl beat her. Somehow, Haruka Mishima had stolen the heart which she felt should have been hers to care for. The pent up frustration and sadness, combined with the embarrassment of finding the two of them in such a compromising position was winning… She shut her eyes tightly as a last defense, however, her knees gave in and she collapsed against the wall, and gave in to her grief. She cried silently, so not to alarm her two friends of her sadness.

 

How could I have even thought that I could have had him? Her fears confirmed themselves. How could he ever find someone like me attractive? I could I be so blind to not see that Mishima is the kind of girl he likes. He could fall in love with… She could no longer even think straight. Her mind continued to echo her greatest fears; the tears fell from her face, staining her uniform and the letter she had spent all night writing, wracking her brain in the middle of the night, trying to find the right words to say to him. Of all times to admit her love, she had to find that she was already too late, that some other girl moved in on someone she should have had a long time ago. Hiroko wasn't sure how, but somehow, she managed to make it to her feet and out of the school.

 

 

“Hiroko, dinner's ready.” her mother called from the kitchen.

 

“Thanks, I'm going to take a bath first” Hiroko said in her best cheerful expression.

Her mother acknowledged the girl's desire and continued to set the food on the table. Upstairs, Hiroko staggered into the bathroom, ran the water, and began to get ready. As she took her clothes off, she stared at her nude form in the mirror. Was she truly not beautiful enough? It's true that they were only teenagers, but she knew Ayato's interests more than most other girls. He always seemed so kind towards her. And he had caught him on occasion glancing down when they were in the middle of a conversation. She knew from gym class, that Haruka's breasts were indeed bigger than hers. Hiroko carefully cupped her own, letting them rest gently in the palms of her hands. They weren't small, but she couldn't help but find herself fretting over the appearance of her body. Her waist wasn't as small as she'd like it, but her body did have an attractive curve to it. Was it because Haruka was more slender than she? Gingerly, Hiroko climbed into the bath and sat down, her thoughts bouncing off the walls of her mind. How could it be that Haruka was the one Kamina was interested in, not her? It didn't make sense.

 

“IT'S NOT FAIR!!” Hiroko screamed and burst into another fit of tears. She brought her legs to her chest, holding them close and sobbed into her knees, letting the tears roll off her thighs and into the water.

“Hiroko?” Is everything ok?” Her mother called. She couldn't even stop crying to answer... instead she sank lower into the water, until it was just under her nose, still choking and sobbing, on her tears, and now the bath water as an addition. She wanted to die. She couldn't shake the feeling that Ayato was rightfully hers and deserved to be with him far more than Haruka did. However, Haruka has done nothing but be nice to her since she moved here with her sister and parents. Maybe she deserved someone as wonderful as Ayato. But how could Haruka not at least tell her, at least give her the ability to confess her true feelings before letting go of him for both of their sake. Now the gash in her heart made by the couple was left to rot and fester… By the time Hiroko's mom called again, she had made up her mind.

 

“I'm coming mother!” She exclaimed, climbing calmly out of the bath. From here on, she would never cry again over him…Instead it will be Ayato and Haruka's turn to cry…