I got the idea for this one, when I read the title to chaix's "V-Day Hanako" story. We don't usually abbreviate Valentines Day in Germany so when I read V-Day I usually think about WWII.
Anyway this is Chapter one of probably five, with chapters two through four in varying stages of completion.
Thanks to Kosher for pre-reading this. Any similarities with current Kyouki Shoujo chapter are completely incidental
Please feel free to comment and/or criticise. I won't run away, even if you tell me it's horrible.
Chapter 1
When Hisao got up and started to get dressed, I sank back onto the pillows. A feeling of emptiness settled over me, as I began to realize what was about to happen.
As he turned to leave, his glance passed over me for one last time. There wasn’t a single gesture of goodbye, no sign of his acknowledging the passion that had been between us only moments before – just a thin smile that told me that I’d lost.
I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t give him that last bit of satisfaction. His smile turned into a sneer that told me that he’d seen right through me. In the dark room, lit only by moonlight, he looked more like a demon than the boy I’d fallen in love with. Then he turned away and walked through the door.
As soon as the door fell closed, the last shreds of my self-control ripped apart and I began to cry like I hadn’t cried since I was a little kid.
Of course I had only myself to blame. I’d known about his reputation, about his affairs, had even once by chance witnessed him and Rin in the art room. And of course I’d known about him and Misha, because Misha had come crying to me afterwards, and I’d spent the rest of the night consoling her.
But as much as I love Misha as a friend, I had believed that I would succeed where she had failed. I was strong, intelligent, sure of myself, in control… I had thought myself her better. I certainly had thought myself the better of that annoying Ibarazaki and her borderline insane sidekick.
This hubris had now come crashing down on me, and I didn’t even have the prospect of going to my only friend for solace, because I could never do that to her. I couldn’t force her to relive her own experience now that she’d only recently found back to her own exuberant self. I couldn’t do that to her just because I’d been so stupid to make the same mistake, more stupid even than she’d been because I‘d had her example to warn me off.
She’d even told me about that horrible sneer, but I hadn’t believed her. I’d thought it must have been the imagination of a distraught mind. How could that gentle and nice boy who’d helped us time and again with our council work possibly do the things she told me about?
I don’t know how long I lay there staring at the ceiling with tears in my eyes, thinking about all the sweet things he’d said and done that had made me fall in love with him. Even now I could hardly believe that the Hisao whom I had so many happy memories with was the same as the one who’d so carelessly discarded me after he got what he wanted.
Finally my tears began to subside, probably because I didn’t have any left. Rational thought began to set in again. First of all I needed to regain my composure. I would have to face Hisao again tomorrow in class, and it wouldn’t do at all to have a breakdown in front of everyone.
As much as I wanted to spare Misha, it would not be possible. Misha knew me almost as well as I knew myself. No matter how good my acting, she’d know. I’d better prepare her before…
Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed movement from the door. Someone was slowly pushing open the door. I glanced at my alarm clock. It was well after midnight. Was Hisao coming back? Angrily I pushed that thought aside. No, as far as he was concerned, I’d served my purpose. Misha? No, if she somehow noticed what had happened here tonight, she’d burst into the room grab me in a bear hug and start crying like a baby again. So who…
Suddenly frightened, I pulled myself to a sitting position against the wall. I realized that I was still naked and pulled the covers up to my chin.
The door was now half open and a head cautiously appeared in the doorframe. All I could make out was an enormous pair of glasses glinting in the moonlight...
Great! And here I thought this night couldn't possibly get any worse. Well, of all the males in Yamaku Kenji was probably the safest to have around if you were naked and all alone in your room in the middle of the night and couldn't even scream for help. He'd probably come just to gloat, and thankfully I wouldn't be able to hear any of it. Somehow I didn't have it in me to be angry at him. Either I was just too spent, or all my anger was safely focused elsewhere.
Resignedly I made sure I had a firm grip on my blanket and reached out for the notebook and pencil I kept on my nightstand to communicate with – well anyone who wasn't Misha. I'd probably have to write really big letters for him to be able to read them.
But what happened next made me drop the notebook and almost the blanket as well: Kenji had closed the door and stood in front of it, looking like he was ready to bolt at the first hasty movement on my part. Then he took a deep breath and started to sign.
Hakamichi, I have come to parley
