HANDS OF TIME | rantaro kiyama

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 10 - ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ, ʜɪ! .༄

JANUARY 11, 2013
8:41 AM
Birds chirping, breeze just right.

     

TIME PASSED LIKE TURNING A PAGE, or flipping a switch, and seemed even quicker than light.

I guess that's what happens when you're just so deeply immersed in something that you just forget about the world itself.

In this case, it's someone.

With the two standing on the sandy beach in Okinawa, the weather was the usual bright, sunny, and warm. Nearing the end of their points of view, they could see a blue blob emerging from the golden sands.

"Valt!" The lively, booming hollered, arm-waving frantically side to side in the air as a huge grin spread across his face. "This is Y/N, the one I was telling to you about!""

"You...talk to your friends about me?" they whispered, clutching their fist with her their hand—both hidden behind their back. Y/N was excited, yet overly nervous—but really rejoiced to be meeting this 'Valt' person.

"Of course I do!" Rantaro puffed out his chest at the bold statement. "You're amazing, and my partner—my amazing partner! Why wouldn't I talk about you?—and bonus, I can brag that I got a one before they did." The blond was making dorky and smug expressions at this point. "Ha!"

"HONCHOOOO!!!" A vicious waving was making his way closer with every step.

       Y/N wasn't sure where the screech from the horizon was located, but that inquiry soon cut itself short when Honcho sprinted off to a smudgy figure in the distance.

"VALTTT!!!!" Rantaro shouted back, jumping up and down.

"hello." Y/N waved.

They could not match the energy of the two. To be honest, it was a little overwhelming—but it was sweet, the two's close friendship.

The blue teen soon stopped in front of the couple, too-fast-cartoon-style as if someone punched him.

"Hey hey!" The new face waved to Y/N, then extending an eager hand out. "My name's Valt Aoi. I've been Honcho's friend since elementary—can't believe he's got a partner already! Hi!"

They grasped his black gloved hand, he then shaking it up and down. "My name's Y/N L/N, it's nice to meet you too."

"Now—" Valt squinted his eyes, pulling his hand away before the hand-shaking got awkward. "—how did you meet Honcho? Where did you meet Honcho? Who made the first move? Burgers or pizza? Do you beyblade? Have you—"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Rantaro laughed while flapping both of his arms in front of Valt. "Take a chill pill, man. It's an introduce-your-partner-to-best-friend thing, not a police interrogation."

"Ah..."

"But, to answer your question," Y/N cleared their throat.  "I met Honcho during the beginning of winter at the local candy shop.  We became friends soon after learning that we went to the same school. I made the first move. Pizza, always. I do not beyblade, though I am learning about it now since Honcho loves it so much."

Valt leaned over to Rantaro, hand cupping his mouth.  "Cute and likes you. You hit the jackpot, man!"

"What's that supposed to mean?!" He whisper-shouted back.

That made Y/N smile.

Valt then leaned back to his original spot, cheery grin on his face.  "Should we all go somewhere?"

The chime from my phone interrupted the conversation of us discussing matters other than the weather.

"Sorry about that," they apologized, glancing down at the lit screen. It was a notification from Future Y/N. "Excuse me for a moment, I need to use the restroom."

The two nodded at their excusing, soon immersing themselves back into their chat.  Y/N slid off of the seat from the side of the circular booth.  The trio was in a restaurant, catching up on a meal earlier missed. 

They pushed the door to the restroom before walking into a stall, making sure to twist the lock behind them.

NERD: Don't get too attached to Valt, and Honcho later for your own good.

Y/N was dumbfounded. Not in a good way.

Was this 'Nerd' really trying to help them? First they tell them to get with Honcho, next they're telling them to keep their distance—what the heck do you want them to do?

'No. No...Okay, this has to stop. I'm getting so annoyed of this Future Me telling me what to do practically every second of my life.' Y/N slid their keyboard into view before punching out the words they wanted to say. 'I'm not gonna do anything more until they tell me what this is for—and it better be worth it.'

The send button was pressed.

...

'No response so far. Did they finally get off my back?'

The three dots and gray text bubble soon appeared. The suddenness of that right after the thought made Y/N jump in their seat, but they refocused herself right after.

NERD: Enjoy your evening.

"Y/N, hey, you're back!" Rantaro waved at them as they returned to their seat, sliding right in. "Are you feeling up for some dessert?"

"They have XL sundaes on the menu holy crap—" Valt's eyes widened as they continued to scan the bottom left corner of the floppy page. "And mix n' match—there's an ice cream eating contest at four-thirty that'll pay for your entire meal!"

"I like the sound of that." Rantaro pipped up.

"Want to join?" Y/N grinned, looking over the requirements for participation. "It says you can sign up with the front desk, then the instructions will be given to you as well as your opponents when the time strikes."

"Let's enter! No shame in a little contest of endurance of the stomach."

"Alright then, let's go sign the two of you up." Y/N got up from their seat; the two mirroring their movements.

An abrupt chime halted their next step.

Rantaro peered down at his pockets.

"Whoops," he laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Can you two sign up for me? I gotta take this quick call for a minute—I'll be back when you're back!"

"Sounds good!"

Y/N nodded at the request, yet was skeptical.

'What if Honcho also had someone from the future?'

...

"Ready to go to the front desk, Y/N?" Valt asked.

"Ah—" they cleared their throat. "Mhm, yeah sorry I spaced out for a bit."

"No worries, I do that too!"

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