Yume~ Chapter One

Author’s note: This is incomplete due to the lack of ideas of what to progress onto at the stopped point. I have an image beyond that, but I have to get past this point.  Open to reasonable suggestions…

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“Kenji-kun!” He halted in the middle of the hallway and turned around. A smile found its way onto his face when he saw it was his beloved. “Chiyo-chan!” He ran toward her then wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve…” he trailed off when she pushed him away. He thought it was strange of her to do. “Chiyo-chan, what…what is the meaning of this?” She lifted up her arm and held out something. Kenji looked at the small box, puzzled by its presence then took it from her. He opened it and gasped while his eyes widen. He pulled the locket out gold liquid chain while the box fall to the floor.

 

The only noises was the stutters of him trying to form a word. Kenji found he couldn’t speak. He fell backwards onto the wall to have the wall support him. To him it felt like the room was spinning. This caused him to feel dizziness in his confusion. Chiyo-chan… Her name echoed through his mind. He could see a trace of a smile on her face with an indeterminable expression. Chiyo broke the silence between them.

 

“I can’t take it anymore, Yoshio-san.” His haw dropped at the formal reference as his heart took another blow. “I did love you…I really did, but…” Chiyo shook her head and hesitated before continuing. “You never loved me.” He stood there stunned by what she said. The audacity of her accusing him of never loving her was shocking. He had loved her wholeheartedly. Kenji wondered at what he did wrong…what he didn’t do. He had sacrificed everything for her. To spend his time with her. To be in her presence. To love her…

 

“C-C-Chiyo-chan…I…I…d-did…love you,” he stuttered brokenly as he spoke. Hurt was flooding within the confines of his voice. She shook her head then turned away from him. “You are just saying that.” He felt tears streaming down his face. “I don’t want to ever see you again, Yoshio-san.” She started to walk away, but then stopped a few steps away from the door. “Another thing, don’t you ever call me ‘Chiyo-chan’ again.”

 

She left him standing there alone. Kenji pushed himself off the wall and started to chase after her, but he fell to his knees. “Chiyo-chan…” he whispered at first. “Chiyo-chan!” He shook violently with his tears. He stood up with his head down and his arms dangling at his side while he clenched his hand around the locket. “Kenji…”

 

He jerked his head up at the sound of his name. “Chiyo-chan!” he called out while looking around the hall. The mysterious voice called to him again. He then realized that it wasn’t his beloved saying his name. “Who are you?” he said quietly. No reply came. “Whoever you are just take me now!” he cried out in anguish. I’ve lost everything so it doesn’t matter…anymore.”

 

A blinding light appeared before him while a soft giggle surrounded him. “I’m here to save you, Kenji, not hurt you…” His arm involuntarily lifted itself like he was reaching out. “Save me…?” he whispered. He took a step forward then fell. He felt like he was floating downward then…

 

Kenji sat up suddenly while trembling. His breathing had quicken. He glanced down and saw the locket in his lap. He picked it up and studied it for a moment. “Chiyo-chan…” he gasped as he threw the locket across the room. He felt the pain engulfing his heart once more. That moment had been plaguing his mind the entire summer break. He still wondered at who was trying to save him.

 

He was dreading the start of school more and more after each night. He would have to see her face, possibly share classes with her. He couldn’t face her. All those painful memories would come back. Kenji wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He forced himself out of his futon and began stretching himself. He laid himself face down on the floor with his arms bent at an odd angle then pushed himself up. He began the repetitious movements of a push-up till he could do no more.

 

He flipped himself onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling. Sweat began to run down the sides of his face while the room began to feel to very warm and uncomfortable. He got off the floor then went over to his closet and pulled out some clothes. He slid the door to his room aside and went to the bathroom. He dropped his clothes on the floor and stripped himself of his pajamas then closed the door behind him. He turned the water on and shivered at the chill it gave him. The water soon warmed itself and he relaxed. He wondered at what to do today. He knew soon he would have to pack up his things and return to Osaka, but not today. He has been trying to put that off as long as he could. With no goal or destination in mind maybe I will just wander the streets and savor my last few days in Tokyo.

 

Kenji sighed and quickly washed himself of everything then turned off the shower. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at himself within the partially fogged mirror. He took a towel and rubbed his sopping hair with it vigorously. He quickly dried himself off then went to grab his clothes outside the room. Kenji slipped on his pants and tank top. The tank top did nothing flattering to him. It showed how undefined and thin he was. This sort of thing made him wonder at how so many girls were attracted to him. He placed his over shirt on a towel rack then began brushing his teeth. He rinsed his mouth then wiped it off and picked up a comb, but didn’t run it through his hair. He decided to leave it disorganized mess like he normally did and threw it back in his bag.

 

He yanked her shirt out of the towel rack then shrugged it over his shoulders. He left it unbuttoned then ran for the front door. He grabbed his wallet and cellphone off a small table on his way there. “Kenji-kun!” He stopped before he even opened the door then turned around. “Ah, brother, so you are still here.” His older brother narrowed his eyes. “I’m off today. In case you forgotten today is Saturday.” Kenji placed a hand on the back of his head. “Slipped my mind…” he muttered under his breath. “Where are you going?” Kenji stuffed his wallet along with his cellphone in his pocket then slipped on his shoes. “Nowhere in particular, Sashiro. Just taking a walk around the city. Might stop by a manga café, bookstore… stuff like that,” Kenji said. Sashiro crossed his arms across his chest then said, “Alright, just be home at a reasonable time. I think our parents would like to see their younger son alive.” Kenji chuckled then said before leaving, “Don’t worry, Sashiro. I’ll be alright.” Sashiro watched his little brother leave before closing the door. “You better be.”

 

He walked down the populated streets while looking around. Several people bumped into him as he walked through the crowd. He finally reached the café and stepped inside to escape the people. He went up to the counter then took a step back when he saw who was standing there. “Toshi-san…” he said shocked. “Have you forgotten I worked here?” Toshi tilted his head to side with his arms on his hips. “Sorry, Toshi-san, I’ve been in a daze. Can I get my usual?” Toshi nodded while Kenji pulled out his wallet and set the yen for his stay on the counter. He walked through the many bookshelves and scanned over them until he found a manga that had caught his interest. He sat down and opened it then began reading. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his tea being set down. Toshi sat across from him. “When do you return…to Osaka?” Kenji lowered his manga and looked him straight in the eye.

 

Kenji could tell that he was not wanting him to leave. Toshi had been a real friend to him since he arrived. One of the very few of Sashiro’s friends that he had appreciated. They had this indescribable connection that he knew would last. “Not much longer…a couple of days,” he said quietly then took a sip of tea. Toshi nodded slowly. “Well, I’ll leave you to your tea and reading.” He got up and started to walk away. Kenji looked up from his cup then called after him. Toshi stopped and turned to face him. “I’ll email you, alright?” Toshi’s face lit up with a smile then said, “I’ll be counting on that.” Kenji gave him a thumbs up then returned back to his manga.

 

He relaxed in his seat while flipping the pages as he finished reading them. He closed the book then drained his cup and stood up. He stretched then put the manga back where he got it then went up to the counter. “I’m going to head out, Toshi-san,” he said while placing the cup on the counter. Toshi nodded. “I’ll come by your place, okay?” Kenji nodded then said, “See you then.” He left and wandered through the streets then stopped at a corner. He let his head fall with his chin resting on his chest. He closed his eyes and just listened to his surroundings.

 

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later!” Kenji felt someone run into him and fell to the ground. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” The voice sounded innocent and sweet. He looked up and paused. The opening of her shirt that slightly exposed her cleavage was within his eyesight. He gasped inaudibly while he blushed a pinkish color. “Y-Y-Yeah…I-I’m fine,” he stuttered then swallowed the lump in his throat. Her hand appeared before him. It looked so soft and smooth. When he held it he felt an instant rise in temperature. She pulled him up and steadied him. He looked down and saw that she was wearing a very short skirt. He hated how his body reacted to this. He felt his mouth involuntarily curve into a smile. He tried to rid his face of the smile, but he could still feel a trace there.

 

“I’m sorry…let me make up to you,” she offered. He figured she did not notice the struggle that was going on inside him. He held up his hand then said, “No…that is not necessary by any means.” She giggled and took his hand then started dragging him with her. “I’m serious,” he said while pulling his weight against her. “Just humor me,” she pouted. Kenji sighed then nodded. “Alright, how are you going to make it up to me?” She pulled him with her across the street. “You’ll see!”

 

“Can I ask you what your name is?” He gathered up the speaking power a few moments later. She had let him walk on his own free will beside her. “Kamiko Ayano,” she replied. “And yours?” He looked at her then shifted his gaze somewhere off in the distance. “Yoshio Kenji…I still want to know what this plan of making it up to me is.” She let go of his hand and opened a door. He looked up then took a few steps back. “What are we doing here?” he asked. She pulled him through the door. He looked at her puzzled. “I don’t have much to spend.” She shook her and pulled out a card. “I’m treating you, remember? Now let’s go shopping!” Ayano’s face held a cheerful smile. “O-okay…” he said dumbly.

Passion…

You are probably wondering what this entry is about. The title will be self-explanatory throughout this, but I will explain what its meaning is at the end. The subject of this entry is my friend, Alexiel.

Alexiel, if you are reading this my reasons for writing this is to explain certain things and to clear a few things up. You will see for yourself. You also might have a major flashback in this and/or learn something.

I guess I should explain how he and I met. It all started one day about a week after my ex broke up with me in the latter part of March. I had been looking through a forum on Akarui Japan (a forum site for people who love Japan) and he happened to post in it. Now, I guess you’re wondering what thoughts I was thinking and why I would do what you’re about to find out. Well, at the time I was interested in dating. I still am, but that interest only lies in him. Anyway, under his avatar and name there were three things that intrigued me about him. I had clicked on his and it led me to his profile page. It just happened to have his email address for instant messaging. I had added his to my messenger and he was on, but it showed him away. I’ve learned he does this, but I can never be certain of his reasons why.

I had messaged him and to my surprise he responded. I thought to myself, “Hey this guy is nice.”. That has been proven to me many of times. I’ll explain later on. Anyway, he had made a joke of us being on a date. I played along. (Oh my goodness, it’s amazing I have a sense of humor. Who knew?) I had said at the end of the conversation that tomorrow was a date. I’m still holding him to that date even if it is one just between friends. The conversation had lasted till 3 am in the morning. Basically what was said had been learning about one another like we have been.

Well, ever since the first day he has made me smile and laugh one way or another. There are times where it seems like I’m unhappy looking, but in reality I am smiling on the inside. That reason is because of what awaits me a few hours after I got home when I was in high school. He somehow knows how to cheer me up no matter how my day went. If my day had been a good one then he would just make it even better.

It amazes me how our conversations are. They seem so perfect in the way it flows. I lose track of time when I talk to him. It is until the conversation is over and I look at a clock do I really realize what time it is.

He is so many things that I can’t really list all of them except by putting it in one word what he is to me and he is my hero. Granted that he hasn’t rescued me from a life and death situation, but he has saved me in other ways. One way was giving me advice for a variety of ways. Recently, I had lost faith in myself and very uncertain on what to do. He snapped me out of that.

At one point in time I was too proud and stubborn. I thought I could do everything on my own. I was afraid to ask for help because of that pride. He had told me to ask for help if needed. To not be afraid to ask… I am not going to hesitate anymore to ask. Alexiel most likely will be the first I go to because he has been through a lot of the same things that I am currently going through. I appreciate the help he gives me. Mostly it has been suggestions to improve my writing, but they have been appreciated.

But Alexiel is so kind, gentle, sweet, caring, considerate, and most of all understanding. I can’t share his past with you because of the same reason with other things I will not share with you. It is far too personal. I was privileged with him sharing it with me. I am honored that he did and I feel as if I understand him better.

There are other aspects of him that creates what I mentioned before. One of them is his modesty. He isn’t a major showoff like most men I’ve known including the two I’ve dated. It makes me more comfortable to be around him because of his modesty. I have an equal chance to talk about things that go on in my life. I love that modesty. Strange to you, but not to me. He is also very respectful and that is one aspect I also love. There are reasons behind all the parts of him, but I can not yet again share them with you.

He can be serious at times and funny at others. It all depends on two factors…his emotions and the situation. He is serious when it comes to me sort of saying things like “I’m pathetic”. He doesn’t like it. I’m never serious when I say it, but I know I shouldn’t really say it at all. It amazes me the support he has given me. I will have to say that has been really encouraging for me.

I proud of him for many reasons. His designing with computer graphics and his writing… I can see that amazing creative side of him. It inspires me in so many ways. He showcases his work on his blog, Isshoukenmei. The flexibility in his voice when he voice acts and sings utterly amazes me. It often amuses me as well. He can do various cute sounds then very seductive ones which is on his Youtube account, Angelsakka. I am also very proud to call him…my friend.

I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. I honestly wouldn’t. He means far too much to me to do that. I’m willing to wait for him to be sure of what he wants. I want him to be happy no matter what. I would sacrifice anything to make that happen. I respect his thoughts, wishes, dreams…everything about him. I would try to make his dreams and wishes a reality. One more than any other. Yet again you’ve been blocked from knowing.

Now, you are possibly thinking I’m hiding something from you and you are going along this thought pattern… “They have to be dating because no one would ever do what she’s willing to do or be like her with a friend.” Haha, I can laugh at you. *laughs at you * You are very delusional in that just like my parents. We are in fact not dating. Go ahead groan while I keep laughing at you. That is something I have to clear up. He may always be in my thoughts and prayers, but he is just a friend. I will admit I wish he was beyond my friend, but what would that relationship be without a friendship to base it off. That was told to me by a very wise friend. Hm… I wonder who that could be. I give you three guesses and you would only need one. Alexiel… great surprise, huh?

Speaking of surprises he keeps surprising me everyday. Whether something new I find out about him or what I hear him do in his latest voice audition. I look forward to surprises for once in my life.

Now, if you haven’t figured it out by now well… I guess I have to tell you. The title Passion… is for the fact that I spoke so passionate of Alexiel. If you figured it out way before this point then congratulations to you because it was so freaking obvious. I may have future entries that are strictly about him. All depending… on what the future holds. Hey, what do you know another thing he has said to me.  And I wrote 1372 words of just him.  Makes me wonder if I could write a book about him. Hehe…  ^_^;