A Shared Past (A Hyuuga Ryuuya x Reader/OC fanfiction)

Prologue

PROLOGUE:

I stare at the bread in my hands, then at the other kids scattered and clustered around one another. It has been a week since school started, and still I'm the only one sitting on one lunch table-alone, quiet, not breathing a word, longing; them-laughing, goofing around, together, friends.

"Excuse me, but can I sit here?"

I look up to see a lunch tray being set down on my table, just directly across me, until my eyes wander to a pair of blue ones, warily searching for my consent-

"Pick someone your own size!" I look up behind a vision blurred with unshed tears to blue, almost unfamiliar eyes. He reaches down, grabs my hand and leads me out of the classroom. We walk in a brisk stride down the corridor, me brushing the tears out that have managed to escape. His hand is still clasped around mine-smooth and delicate, like a female's, but also surprisingly strong. I whisper a small gratitude and he stops and turns around to look at me, a small gentle smile on his lips-

His lips move, form sounds, sentences and I laugh. We sit on a dead log by the beach, the cold autumn air whipping our otherwise bundled up skin numb. The sun is low on the horizon, but we didn't care. The lamp posts flicker on behind us but we didn't care. Our breaths fog as we silently spill our secrets and talk about things that matter, fog as we laugh our throats raw with things that don't even matter-

"You're getting better at this!" he laughs and grins at the fast tempo of the piece I'm playing on the piano. We are sitting together on the stool, and that's all I think about. Our shoulders touching, the smell of his shampoo, his inhales and exhales, how every time he turns to look at me, my chest aches-

"Mari, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while."

He stands a few feet away from me, staring at me with a kind of emotion I didn't want to fathom. It's rare for him to be this serious, to be this intent. My breathing shallows and my heart picks up its pace. We have been coasting on dangerous waters for the past few weeks-though what the danger is, I didn't know. But it is there, and so is the tension. And so are the aches in the chest, the longing for his presence, the desire to just pull him to me and never let go. They are all there. I didn't know if it's the same for him, but I know there's something. We've been teetering over the edge, or have been hovering just below the waters, waiting for the right time to fall, to burst, to break the surface. And maybe it's time, and maybe he feels the same as he stares and opens his mouth to-

Screams. I hear screams. The smell of burning rubber, the screeching of tires. The cacophony fills my ears and my vision blurs and twists. I smell blood. I see blue. And then nothing.

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[EDITED:]

Hello durr. t's been more than a year since my last update, and this is the first work I have at the moment. I reread the whole thing and... blargh. You know what I mean. SO YEAH. A few adjustments here and there. I hope you guys don't mind.

And I might be posting the next chapter in a wee bit, sooo...

Votes? Comments? Lol.