(Author note: I'm in disbelief. Yes I'm writing another chapter. Why? Because I read a Narushu angst fanfic. My friends call me an angst queen so be warned)
°Guren's perspective, 16 years of age°
"So, you can't smell flowers?" Shinya's confusion made me chuckle, I've probably only known him for a day. I'm already head over heels for him.
"Well, kinda. Yours is the only I can." I realized what I said, immediately blushing. Thankfully Shinya is slightly oblivious or he's just ignoring my very evident blush.
"You know, I must admit, you smell wonderful. Like a freshly picked violet- I said that aloud didn't I?" He turned as red as blood, placing his head on the coffee table. My blush deepened somehow. This isn't good for blood flow is it?
"Oh Gurennnn~! I said I'd be-" My blush dropped instantly, dread seeping in. Shinya's head pops up from the table. She gave Shinya a death glare.
"Ah, uh. I think I need to go. I'll talk to you later?" I lunged forwards, grabbing Shinya's hand. Begging via eye contact to stay.
"Mhm. Yes you need to leave Shinya." Venom seeped in every word She spoke. My grip on Shinya's hand tightened, pulling him back down on the blue leather curved couch of the school lounge.
"No he doesn't Mahiru. What do you want?" I put just as much killing intent as She did. She gave me a sickening smile, slithering over to the couch.
"Please Guren. I really need to go. This is really uncomfortable for me, okay?" Shinya whispered in my ear. He was upset but I'm proving to Her I don't need Her. I shook my head lightly. She sat next to Shinya, her red eyes shining cruely.
"That's really funny Guren. You get tired of one Hiiragi. The true heir of the family. Apparently I wasn't enough, as if the adopted slut can cure your cravings." She hasn't changed at all. Still rotten to the core, a dead apple. Shinya shifted uncomfortably, a layer of rage blinded my vision for a moment. White, hot, hatred.
"Students.. Class is out, you're free to stay but this isn't a place to loiter." Some no-name teacher came prowling in at a perfect time. It would be quite horrible, killing someone at 16. Shinya jumped out of his seat, racing to somewhere. Leaving me confused as ever.
"Aww~ you scared him away. How sad." She said sarcastically, boiling my blood even further. However she ran off too. My rage slowly came down, like a meter in a video game. Once I was finally able to calm down, I went in the direction Shinya went.
°Shinya's perspective, 16°
It's so odd. I've tried to tell myself millions of times. The weird stinging sensation at my eyes. Warm water-like liquid dripping down my cheeks, making a 'plop' sound as it splashes at the floor. This is a recipe for disaster in my mind.
"Still, to this day. You cry? I thought there were no more tears left so shed." A choked sob escapes my lips before I can conceal it. Why does Mahiru hate me so? I've never done anything to her not once in my life.
"W-What is it?" I wince at my choice of words. Still ever so polite to the woman who ruined my life. Every single day I wake up screaming, crying, sweating. In so much pain. Only for all my hard work destroyed by the same one I was fighting for.
"You're too kind, Shinya. I do wish life didn't turn out this way for you. Maybe if you end it all now, you might have a second chance to love someone." Mahiru's voice was vile now. It used to be so sweetly sugar coated. I'm used to her attempts at verbally killing me. It's starting to work.
"Why... Why do you hate me so? I've never done anything wrong to you once!" I couldn't help but unleash some of the ever-so-well hidden anger throughout these years. She slams her fist against the wall, right next to me. She leans in, teeth gleaming a too-white pearl.
"You've stolen the only one I've ever loved! Guren was meant for me not you!" Her voice boomed in my ears. Radiating in my ear-drum. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. Fear struck my chest, I knew what this was. Another panic attack. Images kept flashing through my-
"Oh my god..." I looked up weakly, realizing I've fallen to the ground. Whoever spoke was ignored. I remembered what my therapists said. Breathe, in. Hold, out. Count backwards from thirty. By number two I could breathe. My mind slightly calmed down, heart-rate semi normal. I felt someone grab my head, a familiar- violet enveloped my nose.
I'm okay..
°Guren's perspective, 16 yrs°
A fucking panic attack. It was surreal. Seeing something like that happen up close, especially to someone like Shinya but it did make sense. He rested his head on my collarbone, looking up at me so innocently with ocean eyes.
"Hey, Guren? Did you see everything..?" Was he.. Ashamed? Why? There's no reason to be. It's as though confusion is my main mood now-a-days. I shook my head at him, frowning lightly.
"Oh Gure-!" I turn around, glaring at Norito. He shuffles to the side, now very uncomfortable.
"What?!" My exasperated reply came out a tad too short. He'll be fine.
"Ohohohoooo! Gurennnn! Getting even more action wow!" Norito smirks, embarrassing my to the nth degree. Shinya gives out a fored nervous laugh for the both of us.
"Goshi, stop driving Guren-sama crazy! He'll get you one day!" Sayuri teases Norito. Great. Just what I need is these two idiots breaking in. Shinya tilts his head to the side, confusion evident on his features.
"F-friends..." I'm able to choke out. Painfully aware everyone can see our quite lovey-dovey pose. He realizes too, both of our faces glowing a mimic tomato. Both Mito ang Shigure arrive, all of them practically falling from giggles. Except Shigure though.
"I'm the best man at the wedding!" Mito and Norito argue over for about two minutes while we all sit in realative silence. Eventually we get kicked out for loitering and being loud.
"My my. What a day this has been!" Shinya laughs, getting a chuckle out of everyone. We stopped at a small cafè to relax. The doors swing open violently. A man presumably, in all black except a word across his shirt.
Hyakuya.
He whips something out of his shirt. It shined, looks metalic. Screams erupt throughtout the small coffee shop. A hand pushes my head down, looking up I can see the white head of snow. Something seemed off. Right next to his body was a...
Bloody Flower.
(Author's note: Yes the angst! I honestly hate this chapter and I'm started to hate this book if I'm being honest. This chapter was a horrible rollercoaster ride of pain for me. I love writing Shinya angst ):) this might be the last chapter. Depends if it gets any love. I've been OBSESSED with Karma from AC recently anyway hope you enjoyed this!)
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