If We Were Still... [K Project]

Yata - Feeling

  I was sitting at the counter when Izumo decided to lecture me. "It's cleaning day, Misaki, so either get your butt up or leave." Reluctantly, I stalked off to my room. I guessed I could clean there just to get out that guy's way.

I passed Anna, who was carrying a rag to Eric. "Ah, Misaki-kun. Hello. Going to your room?"

"Yeah. Not that I want to help..." I grumbled, stretching my arms behind my back. I turned the corner to my bedroom.

Surprisingly, it was clean. My bed was made, and the floor was vacuumed. I peered inside my closet. 'Maybe I'll clear up my clothes...' I thought.

I pulled open the sliding door and peered inside. A sealed cardboard box was sitting there. I, not remembering a thing, dragged it out and placed it next to me. Opening my hands, flames erupted out of my palm, and I melted the duct tape around the box.

"Hee, hee... What's in here?" I tore open the flaps and gasped. My eyes widened in excitement and happiness. Inside, I found my old middle school yearbook and photos. I hurriedly opened my yearbook.

"Let's stay together, ne, Mi~sa~ki~ -Saru," was scrawled in untidy handwriting on the inside cover. I nearly dropped my yearbook. I don't remember having Saru sign my yearbook.

I put the yearbook to the side and grabbed the other photos. Shuffling them, I nearly choked up in tears. Saru and I haven't kept in contact with each other, and if it was, we'd be fighting.

There was one photo when we were both on a field trip to the beach. We were chasing each other across the sand.
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"Saru! Come back!" I shouted, chasing my friend.

"No way! You're just gonna attack me again." Saru ran the other way into the ocean.

"Wah! S-SARU!" I ran to catch up with him, but tripped, sending myself into the waves. Saruhiko laughed.

"Misaki, you're hilarious. Get up." He held out his hand. I grabbed it, and together we splashed and played in the waves.

It was a fun time, but, like all days, our fun ended. We tiredly approached our bus to go to our hotel. I leaned tiredly on Saru's shoulder. "Ne, Saru? Wanna do that again tomorrow?" I asked, nearly asleep.

Saruhiko patted my head. "Ah, sounds interesting. Yeah, we can..." He smiled at me, and for once I was able to sleep next to him.
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Memories of our field trips, hang-outs, and adventures flooded my brain. I stood up and climbed on my bed. Tears filled my eyes and fell out. Why was I crying? I didn't know myself. Maybe I missed Saru. Maybe I missed our fun. Maybe I was mad at myself. Or, maybe I was mad that this was our future. To forever be enemies.
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"Yata-san, it's time to eat. Bando made tempura." Masaomi called through my door, thirty minutes after I cried. I wiped away my tears.

"Yeah. I'm coming. I'll be there in a sec." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was starting to recall the real reasoning of our friendship's destruction when I realized that it didn't matter.

Saru won't ever return the friendship no matter how much I begged. He'd just watch and manipulate me while I begged, making sure that he got the best out of it.

I opened the door when I noticed something shiny in the box. Out of curiosity, I picked it up. It was a disc case that contained a video game. "Ah... The late present for graduation..." I sighed. Maybe I should toss it. Instead, I placed it on my bed.

Just a memory...

~End: Yata - Feeling~