"Faster Makoto! We haven't got all day!" Byakuya groaned, watching my needle slip through this shirt.
"Can't you bugger off for a few minutes? I hate people watching me!" I snapped, and he looked at me funny, like a confused dog. He sighed, putting his head down before getting off of the seat next to me. And without saying a word, he left me alone so he could look at books in the meantime.
After a couple minutes, he gets really pushy and it gets on my nerves. I don't mean to sound mean, but he won't go away if I'm not a bit sour.
A couple minutes passed, with just a few light footsteps in the background, and my needle piercing the fabric, I was done. "Byakuya, come here!" I called out, just as a small girl came to the counter, a full series of books in her hands. She innocently put them in front of me, and smiled gladly. "Hey Ichika! Grandma Hanako let you have a new series, Hm?" Ichika nodded in response, putting her black, long hair behind her ears.
"Mhmm!" She hummed happily. "She said this one is about a monster and a boy, and they become friends. And even though the monster is mean and selfish, the boy teaches him to be kind and generous! I want to find out if it has a good ending! Because as I'm 9 now, and this is for older children, I hope it's not just a simple good ending!"
As I was scanning her books, I spoke. "Yeah, those endings get boring after a while. But if you find the right book or manga, the ending won't be as simple as 'the end' or 'they lived happily ever after'. There will always be a bad part of that ending. No matter the storyline." She gave me a fabric bag, pink with unicorns on it, and smiled.
"Grandma said to ask you to put my books in this bag! She said it's good for the enviro....en..."
"Environment?" Ichika nodded, smiling.
"Environment! Yes!" She giggled, and I smiled in return, carefully putting her books in the bag she gave me.
"Well, enjoy your books, Ichika!" I said, then she returned the goodbye and skipped off to her grandmother's office.
"You're good with kids." Byakuya commented, I didn't realise he was listening to us.
"Oh, uhm, yeah I guess. I had to look after my sister a lot as a kid, so maybe that's why." I laughed nervously, his shirt in hand.
"You're done!" He cheered, running over to the bathrooms. Probably to try it on.
I waited patiently until he got out, smiling uncontrollably. "So? Does it fit good?" I asked, playing with my fingers.
"Does it? It's perfect!" He cheered, stretching his arms. "You're too kind to me Makoto! I've never met anyone who's made me this happy in less than 24 hours, I'm glad I met you."
His voice was so monotone yet calm and caring, yet also slow and relaxing. His eyes were so bright and oceanic, body full of uncontrollable energy. His smile was as wide as anything, pure happiness written on his face. He seemed so jumpy, but in a good way. He seemed scared to admit he was enjoying someone's company, but why was that such a big thing for him?
"You're bright red, Naegi, calm down or I'm gonna have to call a doctor on you!" He spoke more, and I covered my cheeks with my hands.
Why was I feeling like this? It can't be like this, he's a self absorbed asshole who only acts like he cares to get something out of it. Aoi warned me. I should have pushed him away when I still had the chance. And now he's going to be asking me favours for the rest of my life! My mums going to kill me.
"Naegi? You're crying." He said more. Why can't he just shut up?
As if it was out of my control, I stood up and ran off, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I ignored any voices that came my way, tears streaming down my face. My eyes were burning like fire. I didn't want to go home like this, I'd have to go to Kyoko's again for the night, like I do every time I freak out. She only lives 20 minutes away, I can make it before my legs turn to jelly and I collapse.
I felt everyone's eyes on me, my sniffling and voice becoming fiercer, my mouth was tingling, especially near my teeth, and I couldn't help but frown and it ached. I only had to run down the street now, and I'd get to hers. I'd get to my best friends, and feel okay again. But before I did, I stopped and pressed my back up against a wall, quickly messaging my mum, telling her that she didn't need to take a bus back from work; she worked overnight at my school to sort out anything extra, as I left the car at school.
I quickly turned my phone off again, then calmed myself down to a level which was only just bearable. I couldn't put a mask on to cover my face, or I wouldn't be able to breathe properly. I then breathed in deeply then started walking. Only a minute away from Koyko's.
"Makoto!" I heard a voice shout, and I started panicking. I started sprinting for my life, nearly tripping on bricks which stuck upwards. God, they know who I am and they're going to bully me! "Makoto, where are you going?!" I just remembered. Kyoko and her dad went out for the week for a trip somewhere. Oh god I hope I have my spare key! "Makoto Naegi, can you just stop?!" I got to her door, the lights were off. I rummaged for my keys, and looked for the purple, patterned one, shaking violently.
I suddenly felt someone grab my shoulders and I started crying harder, trying to cover my face but their arms were in the way of me moving them properly. "Hey, hey, Naegi, calm down. Everything's okay. Calm down."
"I-I can't...b..brea-"
"Maggie! Help me!" I heard their voice urge and plead, then I felt my legs give up on me, my body either overheating or I was just plunged into a burning hot bath. "Naegi! It's okay, everything's okay! Maggie's going to help you, alright? Just try and breathe for me, okay? Try to stay awake for me."
My eyes closed. Then opened. Then closed. Then opened. And that cycle went on for as long as it did, I'm not exactly sure how long for. Until I woke up, sun shining in my face.
What the fuck had just happened to me?
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self entitled rich boy - a naegami fanfic
RomanceMakoto is in 6th form, trying his best to make friends and be the best son and brother he can be. Although he gets good grades, has good friends, and a love for the best books, he's still missing that special thing that gives him his spark. That's...