sleeping on good intentions [open]

[AMANE YURI]

So starstruck

baby could you blow my heart up?

They always closed the shop early on Thursdays, he’d never known why it was so, and it hadn’t struck him as significant enough to question it. But it was one of the few days that Yuri couldn’t be found tampering with the gallery of flowers or pruning arrangements inside the small Ueno flower shop. It was also one of the few instances when he was usually forced to leave that comfortable space that smelled of soil and blossoms to brave society outside of the call of the school day. He wasn’t always happy that his Aunt ushered him out the door, the squat woman shooing him away with broom in hand and a telling smile that never failed to quiet his protests. Always left to his own devices until around seven in the evening when he could return to their loft above the store without having the very same woman berate him for not taking advantage of his youth and how she’d trade placed with him if she could. One time he’d even offered to close the store after school so she could go out. She’d swatted him for that.

So here it was, another gloomy Thursday where he was once again forbade from helping tidy the store and dearly missing his fragrant sanctuary. But unlike every Thursday before this one, Yuri actually had something to attend to, a whole slew of things that he wanted to get done before he went back home today. Wouldn’t Aunty be surprised when she realized he hadn’t made for home right after school let out? It made him grin knowingly at the thought of how she’d worry that something had happened to him along the way back. She would never guess that he might have decided to forego the routine of being chased out. Yuri had made up his own little schedule during his lunch break, going so far as to write it out in his planner as not to forget a single detail of what he wanted to do.

After his last class he’d stowed away anything that he wouldn’t need to carry home before making a detour to the Home Economics classroom and retrieving his latest arrangement of flowers. Albeit these ones would bloom forever and smelled of cheap fabric and plastic, the bouquet looked no less stunning. Pretty white Casa Blanca's surrounded by leafy plastic ferns and equally fake amaryllis, all of which he'd beaded with plastic tear drops to imitate dew.They were meaningful if only to him and one other person, the receiver of his gift and the mother who he’d had to part with several years ago. Her face was hazy without a picture to look at; her voice a memory so distant it felt like it belonged to another. But even though recalling her was neither painful nor distressing, even though she was little more than an indistinct memory, he took trips to her memorial and paid his respects dutifully.

Today was not the anniversary of her death or anything particularly special, he just thought it’d be a nice thing to do before Christmas and the first snow overtook them. Besides, the flowers they’d left for her last time, real flowers, were certainly dead, brown and thrown out by now. This arrangement, even if buried under snow, would survive the winter. The only problem was keeping schedule, which wouldn’t have been an issue if he hadn’t stopped to admire his work while in the vacant Home Economics room, sitting on one of the stools with his elbows on the table, staring listlessly at the false petals and thinking of how Mom would be so surprised to get an early Xmas gift. All his musing coupled with the silence of the room and the warmth from the nearby heater had soon lulled the boy to sleep before he’d even known better. Mom’s present was going to have to wait until next Thursday.

TAGGED open;
MUSIC starstruck – lady gaga;
WORDS 635;
NOTESthank you kyrie for making me a table ;
TEMPLATE BY KYRIE FOX

[yuugamisora airi]

++ starting point

first

Thursday, Thursday. Nothing special about it really. Except for maybe the fact that Yuugamisora Airi wouldn't go straight home this Thursday.

It was never her intention to leave her cellphone behind in a classroom. It started with her second period, which began later than usual, and with Airi simply minding her own business. Nothing was out of the ordinary until one of her classmates had asked to borrow the brunette's cell. Now, she had no real problems with that, but being the compulsive liar that she was, she'd told the other girl she'd forgotten the object at home. Maybe it was because of those pictures she'd been hording lately, of little things that piqued her interest but were not the kind of things she wanted others to know she liked. Or she just didn't like her classmate, the way she'd suddenly walked over to the 16-year-old, and the way she sat next to her like they were the best of friends already. The kind of person the Yuugamisora disliked much more than simple strangers.

After the other girl left, having been told the lie, Airi had hidden the cellphone in a wooden cabinet she assumed no one would open during class. If she had left it in her bag or desk, she might've accidentally brought it out for one thing or another, only to be noticed by the very girl she was hiding it from, rules against phones in the classroom or no. In any case, she was right. No one opened that particular cabinet. And she'd forgotten it there too. It was only when the last class had ended and she was already heading home, that the sudden thought of "I think I'm forgetting something..." came to her. The only upside was that she was fairly certain that hers had been the last class in the room today, and therefore there was little reason for her to fret over the idea of it being stolen before she got there. Needless to say, she took her time.

Now, when Airi got to the classroom, she was hesitant. It was a bit strange to see the place empty, the endless chatter in the hallways, her 'background music,' gone. The silence broke only with the rare passing of another student who had also stayed behind for one reason or another. She stood in the doorway for several moments, contemplative, before slowly moving towards the cabinets at the back. Opening the one she'd hidden the cellphone in was easy, it made no sound, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized the black device was still there. But now she was made careless, and she shut the cabinet with a forceful push. The sound of wood slamming against wood and the clanging of metal objects echoed throughout the classroom quite loudly. The brown-eyed girl cringed, before calming herself. Nothing broke, right? She didn't stay to check.

She left the classroom, hurrying through the halls with an unsteady heartbeat. She passed by a half-open door. It didn't particularly catch her attention at first, but she turned around nonetheless, deciding there was no harm in checking. Someone had probably just forgotten to close it properly as they left. She entered the room, quietly, noticing at once it was the Home Economics classroom, feeling a bit warmer from the heater. And then her brown eyes landed on the green-haired boy seated at one of the stools, asleep in front of an arrangement of flowers - lilies? She wasn't particularly good with botany anyhow.

She approached the boy, without much thought, eyes really only focused on the blossoms. It took her moment to realize they weren't real, and she still wasn't quite sure even after touching the plastic 'water drops' on the petals and leaves.

"Are they...?" Her voice rang out, quite loudly in the otherwise silent room. "A-ah... sorry," she added quickly, thinking she had woken the boy up. He seemed familiar, certainly the flowers rang some sort of bell in her mind, but she couldn't be certain. Was he a classmate perhaps? She never could remember all their faces. In any case, she could ask a little later, if she decided to stay.

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Word Count: 694;;
Notes: Ah, took longer than expected... I need to practice more. >.<

[AMANE YURI]

So starstruck

baby could you blow my heart up?

He slept, a sound, deep sleep hardly ever achieved but easier to do when the conditions were precise. The room’s temperature was perfect, the heat at a degree that was not uncomfortable but enough that it felt as though you were being cocooned in warmth. Like being wrapped up in your very best quilt and in the most comforting place imaginable. The desk no well-used mattress but with all the other elements cushioning his senses the hard surface hardly mattered at all. He sat at the table with his head turned sideways and pillowed by his arms, breathing noiselessly with the faint ticking of the wall clock for ambiance. If left alone in his little corner of the school, Yuri would have certainly kept on sleeping, oblivious to the lapse of time. He’d wake disoriented and scared and wind up taking the night train, a scenario that was nearly as frightening as what would await him at home since he wouldn’t have been able to phone his Aunt over the mishap. So it was a relief that Airi sauntered in when she did but the manner in which she inadvertently woke him, would not be good for his heart.

“WHA – AH !?” CRASH

Airi’s voice cut through the space and Yuri came awake with a start, shooting up too rapidly for the four-legged seat and sending himself crashing to the floor with the resounding clatter of steel on linoleum. Had there been air in his lungs there wasn’t now, nothing but a cramping tightness squeezing his chest as he tried to make sense the his surroundings. Blinking owlishly he tried to pieces together where he was and why he’d been there, unconcerned with how he’d managed to fall asleep because he was well aware of the reason for that. He was a narcoleptic, a mild case though it was there were still instances when he just fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up for hours at a time. It wasn’t like he was tired, in fact just the opposite. Yuri had more energy then he knew what to do with on most days, which was why he worked part-time in the flower shop so that the activity could drain him of the excess and so that sleeping once night fell wasn’t a trial.

It took him a few seconds of frantically searching the room before everything registered, the crème colored walls decorated with projects, the faint smell of the glue gun he’d been using, he was still at school. And what had woken him? The inner interrogation stopped when the added apology came and he finally realized he wasn’t alone in the room. Yuri followed a pair of legs in that methodical way those recovering from shock do, slow and uncertain. By the time he reached her face Yuri was almost certain he was still dreaming, there was no way that Yuugamisora Airi, the girl from his homeroom, was speaking to him!

“I-i-it’s o-okay. I-I’m okay.” He stammered, shakily getting to his knees. He’d stopped looking directly at her face knowing without having to look that he’d turned several shades of pink with just the small exchange. Yuugamisora wasn’t a bad girl, quite the opposite, he thought she was a rather nice person despite how she rarely seemed to surround herself with friends as many of the girls of the school chose to do. He often spotted her sitting by herself or declining offers to hangout once the day was over and had never understood why. “um…d-did you need s-something Yuugamisora-san? The Teacher … should be in the faculty office…I think.”

TAGGED Airi;
MUSIC break your heart – taio cruz;
WORDS 600;
NOTES cuteness~ ;
TEMPLATE BY KYRIE FOX

[yuugamisora airi]

++ see the ripples?

third

"Ehh?!" The word came out much softer than it should have, startled out of the brunette by the reaction of the boy in front of her, and the sound of the falling of his stool to the floor. The second shock she had today.

Heart beating with the same irregularity as it had just minutes ago, Airi watched the green-haired male, now on the floor with his seat, as he seemed to try and make sense of his surroundings. And why was he here in the first place? The girl assumed it had something to do with the flowers she had been admiring. Flowers, flowers. It tugged at the edge of her mind. Something about flowers, what was it about flowers?

The smell of flowers...

She noticed he was looking at her now -- was he turning pink? Airi blinked. Were those romance novels she'd been reading lately making her daydream? Why were her assumptions so... Agh. Yes, she was probably imagining things. Or perhaps the boy was embarrassed for having been caught sleeping in a classroom alone and after all classes had ended and then she had startled him and there was no way he...

Ah! She couldn't keep order in her mind. What was she thinking again?

A voice cut through her inner chaos; apparently the boy was fine, proven by the fact that he was getting up. He wasn't looking at her anymore, and she stopped looking at him as well. Setting aside her previous thoughts, she was bothered now by the fact that she had disturbed him the way she did, and that she had made no move to help him. "S-sorry..." She mumbled, fiddling with her hands.

He spoke again, this time asking her if she needed something and telling her where he thought the teacher was. The teacher? Why would she want to find the teacher? She almost laughed, knowing she was one of the laziest, if not the laziest student in the class. Perhaps she could try to get the older man to give her some extra work or something so she'd get better grades? But of course, she would never get around to doing it anyway.

"I was just finishing some things for class--" She stopped abruptly and gasped, hands on her mouth, eyes wide when she realized what she was saying. Another lie.

In truth, she really didn't care much about what she told other people she didn't know, or didn't like, such as that girl from earlier, but it was a habit she really wanted to get rid of already. She didn't like lying to her friend(s) anymore than she liked being lied to. And Airi hated being lied to. Quite a hypocrite, at least in that aspect. But really, despite the fact that her untruth was small, and that the one she told it to could hardly be considered a friend (yet), it made her uncomfortable.

"I-i meant, I left my cellphone in the classroom..." Her voice was soft and shaky. She clutched her school bag tightly with both hands, somewhat grateful for the comforting weight it had, despite having forgotten earlier that she was holding it. She looked down at the large light blue object, suddenly wondering how the green-haired boy would react. Surely he'd think she was odd, or a bad person? After all, she'd lied for no reason, though she did correct herself. She considered leaving right then and there; there was really no reason for her to stay, besides, perhaps, her curiosity. After all, being an introvert didn't mean she couldn't be interested in other people, once she noticed them. At the moment, she wanted to know this boy's name, and if he was a classmate or something. It wouldn't hurt to actually know some of them...

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Word Count: 623;;
Notes: I just remembered she should still have her bag... Random subtitle, yes? XD

[AMANE YURI]

So starstruck

baby could you blow my heart up?

O-oh please, there’s no reason for you to apologize. I-I was just a little bit startled. I-I didn’t mean to scare you, that is if you were scared, so yeah . . . um . . . no harm done.” What on earth was he trying to even say? Not even Yuri was certain of what exactly he was trying to communicate and being the rather inarticulate fellow that he was it was likely that it would take him a few moments to collect his thoughts and arrange a coherent response. Moments that he wasn’t quite sure that he had considering. Airi was probably a very busy person, how could he even assume that she had the time to wait for him to rediscover the language in entirety? Swallowing past the lump in his throat he straightened from his kneeling position, wincing slightly at the twinge that shot up his knee but found he was otherwise unhurt. Absently he wondered if he had caused any damage to but a testing application of weight on the limb proved it was little more than a distant discomfort, something he could live with and that would eventually pass once ignored and forgotten. It was nothing to be exceptionally worried about.

Briefly he let his eyes flick up, passing over the brunette’s head completely to glance over to the innocently ticking clock that hung near the door she had entered from. It wasn’t terribly late, he must have been asleep for little over an hour but even so it was a lapse of valuable, irreplaceable time. He wouldn’t be able to commute from the school to the shrine before the sun had vanished behind the city heights. His visit would unfortunately be postponed until the next Thursday coming. A discouraged frown appeared on his face, having all but forgotten in his musings that there was another student present. Yuri was reminded of Airi’s presence as she answered his earlier question but strangely enough cut herself short and looked astonished. Had he done something wrong? The boy finally returned to looking at her, his complexion having restored itself but still retaining the faintest dusting of rosy color against his cheeks as he appraised his classmate with a purely quizzical look.

He blinked, waiting with the utmost patience for a reaction and watching the girl fidget and seem to wrestle with herself over what to say. Had she seen him grimace? Was she worried that he had hurt himself because she’d given him a fright? Worry marred the inquisitive expression he wore, brows drawing together and the slightest twitch to his lips as they formed a small frown of contriteness. It was to his relief, and slight surprise, that she started up again. Albeit this time the sentence had changed and while he did not know why that was, he certainly wasn’t going to be nosy and pry into her business, that was not his place and he doubted she would appreciate his overt attention. She may be a classmate but Yuri didn’t think she even knew his name. They had never spoken until this moment; he knew her name only through attendance and having watched her from his station a row over and two seats down. There had been no interaction before this so his concern would probably be viewed as rude. All he did was nod in acceptance, no further question as he bent at the waist to pick up the fallen stool and righting it.

“I see I do hope you found it. A-and thank you, you woke me up before it got too dark. I would have kept sleeping i-if you hadn’t come along. Was your phone in this room, was that why you came in?” As he stood there his speech grew more fluid, although the stammer still occurred but it wasn’t like he was shaking in his shoes like a kicked puppy anymore.

TAGGED Airi;
MUSIC clocks – coldplay;
WORDS 653;
NOTES tweet tweet ;
TEMPLATE BY KYRIE FOX

[yuugamisora airi]

++ distractions

fifth

The brunette frowned, more distressed rather than made relaxed by the boy's response to her apology. This was likely the first time she actually cared about her actions when with someone else. Probably because she had never been the cause of accidents before. She watched as he got up completely, testing his legs, noticing his wince and holding back her own. He'd said he was okay, but it seemed he had sustained some kind of injury. Still, perhaps it would be better to let it go; some things were better left ignored. Not that these feeble attempts at apathy made her feel any better. But there could yet be a chance for her to make up for her actions today.

Wait, why had she thought that? Why would there be another chance?

When she answered his question with the half-stated lie and its subsequent correction, the green-haired male had only nodded, as though he accepted the words despite how suspiciously she had said them. 'Eh?' She thought. 'Is he just being nice?' It wasn't that he wasn't already being kind; in fact, he was one of the most well-mannered people she had ever met, albeit the shyest as well. This realization only served to heighten her curiosity. If more people were like him, perhaps she wouldn't be as introverted as she was now... Though the reason for her being reclusive had little to do with the people she had met. Nonetheless, she could overcome it if she had a reason to, such as this.

Then the boy spoke again as he set his chair upright, ending with another question, this one catching Airi off guard. "Yes," she started bluntly in answer, only to stop again to actually think about what to say. 'No lying!’ She reminded herself.

But why was she trying so hard? And why was it so much harder to keep control this time? Usually once she realized she had started lying, and decided she wanted to tell the truth instead, she would have no trouble. But right now...

"Yes," she continued, just a little too fiercely, hoping the pause would go unnoticed. "I found it, but not here."

She assumed he'd be wondering even more, then, about why she was there. Quickly, before he could say any more on that, she tried to change the subject; she didn't feel like explaining her reasons. "You're one of my classmates, yes? I'm sorry, but I don't... remember your name..."

An apologetic smile, the best she could muster at this time, fixed itself on her face, as she tried not to make herself seem any ruder. She thought that saying she had forgotten his name, though bad in itself, was better than saying she simply did not know it at all. Her smile faltered for a brief moment; then was what she said not just another lie?

Ah, how she hated herself at the moment. How she hated the fact she couldn't speak without bending the truth in some way or other. How her half-hearted attempts at righting her wrongs never changed her enough for long. And now here she was, standing before the nicest person she had met at this school, and perhaps anywhere she had gone so far, struggling even harder with her compulsive lying.

'Why?' She thought, unaware her distress was starting to break through her attempt at a smile. If only she had been more like her brother; so outgoing and friendly, never uncomfortable or at a loss when with others. Granted, he was also rebellious, and his sociability and recklessness together brought him to many more fights and stressful situations than the girl could care to remember. But he always dealt with it calmly, seeming to be in some form of control, at least at most times. Just some of the many, many traits he had that added to her loving admiration of him.

But the situation at hand had little to do with Airi's older brother, and so she set aside her now off-topic musings for now.

"I-i'm sorry..." She whispered, her third apology today to the same person. "I'm just a bit... distracted, now."

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Words: 680;;
Notes: Ahaha... ha... what did I just type? orz