Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Beast with a true Love : Chapter 17

            “Just get away from here, Akiyama. I, if possible, don’t want to see your face any longer in front of my eyes anymore...,” he said frantically, turning to the other side, he wondered why he was still breathing here, when he was sure that he should no longer be able to breathe on the world that he had left with nobody else anymore.
            Akiyama felt annoyed with his behaviour. He understands that his fellow friend was upset for the lost of everyone in his family, so was he, but he wondered why does this man doesn’t have any vengeance he wanted to pay, to whomever that did that to the one that he loved.
            .... to humans that he, Akiyama Masaki, no longer trusted anymore. Why would that man still have pity for those who doesn’t have any sense in their own dignity still.
            Akiyama turned away,
            “Don’t you ever want to pay...” but before he could finished what he wanted to say, Sunohara turned his face towards the man who is not even  looking at his direction, “Pay what, Akiyama? I thought you already did pay your revenge? They are just the same person that kill our family. You already did your part,” he inhaled a deep breath,
            “.... and I should be thanking you for all of your kindness,” he said, sadistically.
            The other man rolled his eyes,
            “You thanked me?” he asked, ignoring that Sunohara was trying to do, he bit the end of his lips and walked towards his direction, he looked at him full of despair, the man he trusted as a friend, could he even be afraid of him now?
            He touched his shoulder, but Sunohara moved away,
            “Akiyama, don’t,” he grabbed his shirt for him to looked at his face when he didn’t finish with what he wanted to say.  Sunohara widen his eyes when he saw Akiyama’s eyes slightly turned red.
            “Oi!” he shouted, trying to break free but without any notice, Akiyama glared at him deeply as he felt his body starting burned up, he felt his intensity barged in furiously,
            “Let me go, Akiyama!” he grabbed his hand, trying to pushed him away, but Akiyama grabbed his instead with the same hand and turned him the other way around.
            Sunohara closed his eyes when he felt Akiyama’s breath brushed against his neck, wrathfully.
            “What do you want from me,”
            “Nothing, Sunohara. I don’t want anything from you,”
            “Then why the hell are you doing this?!”
            “I do what?”
            “Killing everybody?!”
            “For my own satisfaction? I did it with my pride and dignity, Sunohara. I don’t run away. I don’t run away like you do,”
            “You got your revenge! That’s done with it! Why would still want to kill everyone else?!”
            Akiyama had his biggest laugh for some time,
            “Why, Sunohara? Why you are asking me?”
            Sunohara nodded his head, when he felt the pain that Akiyama was giving to him, he squinted his eyes shut,
            “Why Akiyama,” he was holding himself together, he do not want to fall down in front of him, Akiyama let him go, and with the thrust of his stretgh he turned around and punched Akiyama directly at his face, causing him to bleeds. He wiped away the blood that was dropping down on his lips,
            “I will go now,” he told him, licking the blood on his finger, but walking much closer to Sunohara that was fearing him now.
            “Even though you hated me so much, trust me, one day, I promise you, Sunohara, one day, you will be needing me,” he said, when he took something from inside his pocket, he grabbed Sunohara’s hand that was tensed up with fear and regret, in being his friend, perhaps, and gave him something.
            Sunohara looked at him blankly,
            he looked at the pendant with a black lined rope tied up on it, he looked at Akiyama,
            “What is this?”
            Akiyama smile slightly when he turned around, walking away,
            “Just keep wearing it. I don’t want to see any deep fried SUnohara anywhere in this place one day,”
            Sunohara snapped,
            “What the hell are you saying?” but Akiyama just lifted up his hand, he disappeared in a thiHer beautiful n air.

            He touched the pendant that was hanging on his neck as he remembered at that time. He did tried to throw it away, but he felt the warmth of sunlight began to burned himself up. He sighed,
            Why didn’t I just decide to die?
            he questioned himself, but he knew his destiny shouldn’t end then. He have a longer future ahead of his hundreds year of life. Right now, he was not sure when he decided to end his life.|
            He looked away when he heard somebody knocked on the door,
            “Sunohara... Yuuuhuuu... Sunohara...”  he heard a voice of a young lady outside the room,
            “Yeah?” he stood up and opened the door. Momoko was there. She smiled to him,
            “It’s your turn is up next, big guy,” she told him, he gave her a friendly smile as both of them walked away from his dressing room. She touched his build up arm,
            “Stop hiding yourself inside there,” she winked her eyes. Sunohara smirked to her,
            “My turn again huh?” he asked her. She just nodded her head,
            “Well, you re the leading man here. And the play just started like only twenty five minutes ago,” she inhaled a deep breath, she looked at him in his eyes, “And who else would you want to be on stage for you? Matsuda?” she asked him, sticking her tongue out teasing him playfully. He ran his fingers through his hair,
            “I don’t mind that, but...”
            Momoko had a small giggle,
            “They your girl there would be devastated,” she winked her eyes, pointing her fingers towards Miyuki who was acting on stage with her role as Juliet.
            He looked at her. He suddenly remembered the question he asked him a while ago before she knocked on his door.
            Why didn’t i decide to die at the old times.
            He exhaled a long breath, when he looked at her with a beautiful smile on the stage.
            Maybe she was the reason why he is still breathing until this time. How her eyes sparkle, how her everything always make him smile.
            Maybe it’s true what people said since the time long ago. Humans are just humans. Though he might like her, but who knows if she would like him back? Even if he has a gift of knowing what her heart actually felt, but doesn’t that consider as him cheating on knowing the actual truth from her. Whether she would accept him for who he is, or might just rejected him for anything else. Who would actually know?
            He smiled a little;
            I guess nobody does,
            he thought, when suddenly he felt somebody touched his shoulder.
            He looked to his side,
            “Stop day dreaming, man. Get up there. Your woman is waiting already,” Momoko said, when Sunohara nodded his head, he bowed down his head,
            “Alright, my lady,” he said, with a little wink, Momoko giggled again,
            “Oh, stop it, Sunohara. Just get up there and show them what you got,” she told him,pointing her finger up, as she winked her eyes.
            Sunohara returned it with a smile,
            “Okay, my lady” he replied her.
            Momoko stick her tongue out and walked away towards where she was place behind the stage.
            Sunohara took a deep breath,
            “Let’s bring it,” he said, convincing himself.


            Out in the crowd, Matsuda made his way towards the seat that he had sat earlier. He looked at the other people who was seating at the same row as he was, he smiled tot them,
            “I’m sorry,” he apologize as he made his way since it was at the middle of the row. Even though in this play he wasn’t selected as the lead actor, he doesn’t matter as he didn’t even participate in anything else for the play. He was only told by Mr. Tanaka for him to order enough drinks and something light for the crowd if they ever interested in buying anything to eat. He guess his work was done there,
            Why should I be at the back stage anyway?
            he pointed that out, when he reached his seat, he looked at the man who was wearing a black jacket, with a navy blue t-shirt inside, the man changed his gaze towards him, and he just returned it with a smile,
            “Hello,” the man greet him.
            He was a little blank for a while,
            Whoever this guy is,
            he just smiled back to him,
            “Yo,” he greet that fellow back, as he sat down on his seat,
            “Crazy crowd tonight, isn’t it?” the man said, wasn’t sure if it was a question or just a boring statement everyone else give even if the hall isn’t full, but Matsuda turned around to look at the whole hall.
            Sure hell it was a full place tonight.
            He took a deep breath,
            “I guess so,” he replied him, when he took a sip of his Coke, he took a glance at the man next to him for a few second. He raised his eyebrow. He was sure that he never seen this man around in his university before. Who would this guy be? It would be a little funny if a person from outside of Saitama, well Fukuya, would even be there. He exhaled a short breath,
            Maybe it’s someone’s family...
            But he was sure that that man was there all alone.
            Matsuda followed where his eyes were staring at...
            Ah... he thought.
            He’s looking at her,
            he notice that his eyes were only fix on the leading lady on stage. He sigh, And her so call leading man.
            Sunohara Sho.  Matsuda frowned for a while when he think about that guy. If he ever win the competition of winning her heart over him, it would be the silliest thing he could ever possibly think of. He meant that, what does he have that he, himself, doesn’t have? Matsuda bit his lips just a little bit. If they would refer him about their height, he was sure that he was a little taller than him. The body figure... Maybe he was a little thinner but what does make any difference? They are still men.
            Matsuda grimace him a little longer, when he heard the person next to him chuckled for a bit. He looked at him,
            “Oh, I’m sorry. I just received a text from my girl, telling me that I’m grounded for still not being at home at this time,” he told Matsuda who was a little puzzled, he just nodded his head, “Girlfriend?” he asked him, when the man just nodded his head, “Yeah. Chicks these days can be pretty jealous most of the time,” he told Matsuda when he just smiled,
            Jealousy, he thought. Maybe Miyuki like him too because he notice that she... he had a smirk across his lips,

            “Oh my Gaaa, J! You didn’t tell me that you went out with her!” Miyuki growls when she found out Matsuda was out with Reiko, a girl from her Science class, that she don’t really like, she turned her back around, not facing him and hope he would understand what she felt, but Matsuda only suck on the lollipop he had in his mouth and still doesn’t get what she was trying to tell him,
            “So, what if?” he asked her, when Miyuki turned her face towards him, she walked closer to him, with both of her hand crossed on her chest,
            “I just... I just... Urgh! Just forget about this, J,” she said, as she stomped out from the room both of them were at.

            Matsuda smiled alone. Maybe she does like me... he thought alone, but the person next to him exchanged his glance from the play to him,
            “Are you alright?” he asked him, eccentrically.
            He looked at him, when he wiped the sweat that began to develop a little on his forehead. He inhaled a little,
            “Yeah, I’m alright. Just remembered when both of them were practicing this scene on the stage yesterday,” he said, giving an excuse. Nothing funny actually happen, but he does not want to make it obvious.
            Matsuda looked at him with a gentle smile across his face, “So, where are you from?” he asked, really wanting to know since the beginning. The person smirked a little, “I’m from Tokyo,” he told him. Matsuda was a little surprise. Why would a man like him come from Tokyo just to watch this play? It’s not even international.
            “Ahh, no wonder I never see you around here,” he told him. The man just nodded his head, “Was just here because somebody invited me. I was actually on a vacation at the end of Tokyo, so why not a little drives here. I guess nothing would hurt anyway,” the man said. Matsuda nodded his head, “Invitation? By who?” he asked. Again, curious to know.
            The man next to him raised his eyebrow but with a smile on his red lips,
            “Sunohara,” he said, and made Matsuda chocked the air he was breathing in. He looked at that man,
            “Sunohara? Sunohara Sho?” he asked him, and yes, the man nodded his head,
            “I wonder if there’s any other Sunohara in the university,” he said, when Matsuda looked away for a few second, the man ran his finger at the side of his chin,
            “I didn’t recall when the last time i checked the list of students here,” he said.  Matuda fell silent. He was right actually, the only Sunohara the university have is only him, they may have Sunozawa, Sunomoko, Sunogawa, but there’s only one Sunohara, and he is the only one.
            Matsuda shakes his head,
            I should not care about that guy,
            and he pointed that out to himself,
            “So, he’s your brother? You’re a Sunohara too?” he asked that man, when he chuckled once again, shaking his head,
            “No, he’s not my brother. Only a close friend,” he told him. Matsuda nodded his head, “Oh, I see,” he replied, relied that both of them are not related, he looked at him,
             “Anyway, I’m Matsuda Jun,” he offered his hand for a handshake, when the man in front of him gave him a smile when he accepted his offer,
            “Me? I’m Akiyma Masaki,” he replied, and made Matsuda fell silent for sometimes,
            Akiyama... Yuki did mention about a Akiyama, but bleh, how many Akiyama we have anyway,
            he reminded himself not to think of but maybe also not forsaking of what she kept on telling him about the man in her dream, Matsuda smiled,
            “Nice to meet you, Akiyama,” he said.

            Miyuki turned her gaze towards the other side, when she heard him,Sunohara, her Romeo that night said,
            “If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,”
            Miyuki felt her heart pumps a little hastily, It’s just a play, Yuki. Only a play, she bit the end of her lips, but with a smile she turned away, avoiding his eyes, she can no longer say,
            “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss,”
            she said, finished her line for him, when she heard him walking closer towards her direction
            “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” he, her Romeo, said.
            She turned around, looking at him, a man she knew her heart had been crying for, she knows how much she wanted to be with him, even if this is the only night, she took a deep breath, let this be an only night where the earth ground and the beautiful night life still stick together, held so close with one another,
            “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.” She walked closer towards his direction, but stopped at the point she was supposed to be standing but somehow, she felt her feet took another step closer,
            “O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;,”
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair,”
            She looked at him. Him standing there, how she just wants to run to him, how she wants to hold him close in her arms, she gave him a slight smile, when she look away to herside, it’s just because of the play, or else she wasn’t even sure if she can ever stand this close to him. She took a deep breath in, how again she wishes she could just run away fast from him. Avoid him? Lying to her own feeling, what would make it more worse than denying everything else?
            What is my line. What is my line...
            she grumbled alone. She forgot what she wanted to say, she took a peek at the whole crowd who was looking at her, waiting for her to move on, she decided to move a little to the side, she closed her eyes for a few second,
            “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.,”
            she finally said what she was supposed to say, she heard him walking towards her direction, he stopped behind her back, she felt his breath bruised against her neck,
            “Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged,”
            he said, when she felt him holding her hand softly, but she pulled it away, severely, she looked towards the crowd, and how happy she was when she saw her dearest, Jun, was there. Though how far he was, he was still there,
            She gutted words when she saw the person who was sitting beside him. Her mouth opened slightly, when she felt Sunohara moved his hand a little,
            Akiyama looked at her, she turned her gaze towards the man who was standing beside her,
            “Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” she said, she gently touched his palm with her other hand. The warmth and coldness she felt from him soothe her heart little by little. He looked at her.
            Oh, how his eyes shines, how clear it was, how she wish she could see what’s hidden behind it, but with what human force she can possibly do that,
            “Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again,”
            he mentions to her, she looked at him, she gently touched his cheek. Looking deeply into his eyes, if only she could understand what she felt inside her heart, she ran her fingers lower down his chin, both of them made an eye contact,
            “You kiss by the book,”
            The curtains slowly dropped down, as the light dimmed gradually.

            The whole crowd gave applause. Miyuki looked at the man stand in front of him, with her fingers still touched his chin, she opened her eyes wider,
            “Oh, I’m sorry,” she told him, when she let her hand go, but before she could move away, he grabbed her hand gently in his, “You did great tonight. I never knew you would be as good at them in the past year. You were really amazing,” he said to her.
            She has a giggle, hiding away her embarrassment, she pulled her hand away, and pushed his shoulder to the back a little,
            “Hey, you’re not bad yourself, Sunohara,” she said.
            He looked at her,
            “Well, there won’t be a better Romeo if he doesn’t have his beautiful Juliet,” he said to her.
            She looked at him when both of them walked towards the side, when other people were preparing for the next scene on ten minute break before the next act,
            “There won’t be me, if there is no you,” he said.

( c ) Kytty Sakuraiba 2014

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Beast with a true Love : Chapter 16


“We never met before,” she told him,
            He nodded his head,
            “I’m new in town,” he told her,
            She took a deep breath,
            Is it him? I swear he looked just like him,
            She shakes her head. That guy is only someone in her dream. That guy is not real. He is never real. Not real.
            The reflection of his eyes someone is telling her that... He was... No... It was impossible. It couldn’t be him.
            “I’m Miyuki,” she said, introducing herself to him, while at the same time offering her hand to him for a friendly shake, he smiled and accept it,
            Akiyama,” he introduced himself.
            Miyuki fell silent,
            “Akiyama...” she repeated his name,
            He nodded his head,
            “Yeah, Akiyama. Akiyama Masaki,” he said to her.
She closed her eyes,
            His eyes, his figure, and gosh, how he smiles seriously recalls back everything that happened in her dream. Meeting a man who look just like him, and eventually with the same name, she wasn’t even sure if it was a coincidence, fate to be, or perhaps a fantasy waking up to meet its actual destiny?
            But bizarrely, the man in front of her doesn’t match the personality of the man that always creep her up, excite her compassion in her dreams almost every night.
            No, that’s not him... He can’t be that Akiyama... Im sure he isn’t him. I’m sure of that.
            She took a deep breath, slowly opens her eyes, she looked at the man who was smiling to her unfortunately,
            “Is everything alright with you?” he asked her, picking up the script she was holding that fell down on the ground with the two of them, he handed it back to her.
            She bow her head,
            “I’m terribly sorry about my unpleasant behaviour just now. It shouldn’t happen,” she told him, feeling slightly nervous, she gave him a smile, not so sure if it was honest enough, but she manage to gave him one,
            He smiled to her.
            Oh, how hr heart melt looking at him like that, how she hoped that she was still sanding straight, not kneeling down her knees. It was impossible to look at him looking at her like that.
            She had a gulp, shaking her head,
            Think of Sunohara, Sunohara. Not Akiyama, but   Sunnnohara,
            She groaned in her heart,
            She bows down her head,
            “Maybe I should be leaving now,” she told him, trying to avoid looking at him any longer, she gave him a last smile,
            “It was nice to meet you,”
            she had a pause before even mentioning his name in her sentence.
            She chuckled,
            “Akiyama,” she said his name again with a steady face, finally.
            I hope he didn’t notice anything...
            “Nice to meet you too, Miyu,” he smiles to her,
            her heart stopped for a while,
            “,” he finished his line.
            She bows down and was about to make her leave when she heard footsteps walking from behind her back,
            Whoever that is, I got to go!!
            she groaned again.
            “I see you later. Take care,” she said to him, he gave her a smile.
            “See you,” he replied.
            She moved one step ahead, Akiyama walked towards the foodsteps that was heading towards the two of them,
            “Sunohara,” he greeted the fellow behind her back.
            She stopped, turning around when the two of them shake their hand,
            “Akiyama,” he called back for his name,
            “It has been a while, man,” he said to Sunohara. He took a deep breath, nodding his head, “I guess. What are you doing here?” he asked the man who was wearing heavy green shirt, and a navy blue jeans, it seemed like Sunohara isn’t that pleasant looking at that man there in front of him,
            Miyuki looked at those two,
            They know each other?!
            “I heard about the play, and was thinking of joining in. I heard the heroin of the play is not bad,” he smirked to him, Sunohara raised his eyebrow,
            “What does that even matter to you?” he asked him, when Akiyama patted his shoulder,
            “I’m sure the girl paired up with my cousin is the biggest deal,” he said, when he turned his gaze towards Miyuki who was perplexed with what was going on, Akiyama walked closer to her, feeling that Sunohara isn’t letting go of his hand, he doesn’t want him to get any closer to her, but Akiyama pulled it away from his grip by force, he looked at him, turning his gaze to her, giving her a smile that stole her heart away,
            “Are you the leading lady?” he asked her.
            She looked at him,
            What should I say. What should I say?!
            She took a deep breath before she even decides to answer him,
            “Are you?” he asked her again, with his mellow tone, she wasn’t sure if she was still standing on the ground any longer.
            Miyuki bit her lips a little before she nodded her head to Akiyama,
            “I guess I am?” she said, wasn;t sure to answer yes or no to him, Akiyama hold her hand, her heart pounded so hard, she wasn’t sure if she was still breathing t that time, he kissed her soft hand gently,
            “You certainly are beautiful,” he said, with a teasing smile to her, she was sure her life has end at that second.
            “No,” she replied, but wasn’t sure how to finish her sentence, he was still holding her hand there. She felt her palm started to sweat, she turned her gaze towards the other side, when she met her eyes with the man she has been dreaming to be with, Sunohara, he walked towards Akiyama, he touched his shoulder, “Maybe you should leave her alone?” he said,
            Miyuki jumped for a while,
            “No, it’s fine by me,” she said, holding the script closer to her chest. Sunohara looked at Akiyama,
            “He’s just y cousin from... Osaka,” he told her, she nodded her head,
            “I see,”
            “And he wll be leaving soon,” Sunohara said, pointing straight to Akiyama in front of her face, Miyuki looked at Akiyama,
            “Well, since it’s not really a short distance from Osaka, maybe he should stay for the show?”  she said, but Sunohara shakes his head,
            “I’m sure that he’s busy tonight,” he replies to Miyuki,  but Akiyama smiled to both of them,
            “I’m not doing anything tonight,” Akiyama said gracefully,
            “I’d love to stay,” he told her.
            Miyuki smiled,
            “That’s good to hear,” she replied him and caught the sight of the clock on the wall behind the two of them,
            “Oh! I should get going. I guess Romeo is already ready, and this Juliet isn’t even prepared for anything,” she said, with a little giggle, Akiyama smiled to her,
            “I see you later,” she said to the two of them, bowing down, taking her leave, she wasn’t even sure what she felt at that time anymore.
            A man look alike to the person she almost die for in her dream, Akiyama, and Sunohara are together, here, and what’s worse. They are related.
            She let out a long sigh,
            “Let’s just get things done, Yuki,” she said, pushing the door to the dressing room open, she smiled to Momoko inside.

            She was left alone in the dressing room and  looked at herself in the mirror,
            “Tonight is the night.” She whispers as she saw her own reflection as her naotherself in the mirror in front of her eyes.
            She only saw herself as, Juliet, a young lady who is obedient, sheltered, and naive as all of them said, only at the age of 14. She sighed, touching herself in the gaze she saw in front of her,
            “I’m no longer that age,”
            biting the end of her lips, she recall back one thing she noted down about the character she’s leading tonight.
            Though many girls her age—including her , Juliet’s, mother—get married, Juliet has not given the subject any thought. When Lady Capulet mentions Paris’s interest in marrying Juliet, Juliet dutifully responds that she will try to see if she can love him, a response that seems childish in its obedience and in its immature conception of love. Juliet seems to have no friends her own age, and she is not comfortable talking about sex, as seen in her discomfort when the Nurse goes on and on about a sexual joke at Juliet’s, Miyuki exchanged her gaze toward the other side?
            She winked one side of her eyes when she knows how she actually feel in her own heart.
            If she ever look at the man she has been dreaming of almost each time, she knows how much her heart wants to be with him, how her desire to hold him, if it ever possible, she wouldn’t evenw ant to let him go, but how can that even be,
            its just impossible,
            she sighed.
            But if it’s just for this time she can be with him,
            “Let it be the only night.”
            she whispered again, giving courage to herself for the show tonight.
            She heard someone knocking on the door,
            “What is it?”
            she asked, waking up from her dream, she looked at the door behind her back when a man she have known for the rest of her life, well almost the rest of her life, Jun Matsuda, walked inside with a gentle smile across his face,
            “It’s show time,” he said, walking towards her, he holds her hand softly, bending down and kissing it gently,
            “J,” she smiled when she saw him there..
            He stood back up at her side, he gave her a look,
            “Forgive me, my love, as tonight i wont be standing by your side for the whole time,” he said to her when she giggled a little,
            “Idiot,” she said to him, she winked her eye to him, he lead her the way out from the dressing room,
            :Your prince awaits at the other side,” he told her, as she stepped outside and saw him at the other end,
            she get a glimpse of him, felt her cheek heated up when he turned his gaze towards her with a smile across his lips.
            She looked at Matsude next to him,
            “Let’s go, let’s go,” she ordered him to pulled her away from there as she lead the way, pulling him wth her, she saw the man looked at her one more time, she closed her eyes a little,
            You’ll be with him tonight,


            “Now let the show begin,” he said as he took off his navy blue jacket and sat at the seat that he had chosen for the Romeo and Juliet play, he smirked for sometimes, thinking on how will both of them cold neck, slowly ran look acting like a lovable couple on the stage.
            He frowned a little for a while, but then he had a small laugh, he rolled his eyes,
            “She would look wonderful,” he said, when the grimace of her smile to him a while ago came back alive in front of his sight. He nodded his head a couple of time,
            “She surely would,” he said again, with his fingers gently touch his fingers touched his cold neck, lowering it down on his shoulder, he smiled again, thinking on how ridiculous would the other man look like acting as a person he never, ever will be.
            Romeo. A man that shows glimpses of his social persona. He is intelligent, quick-witted, fond of verbal jousting, particularly about sex, loyal, and unafraid of danger, and which part of Sunohara ever come close to that? He was sure that he was none of the list above. If the description of him added in pitiful, or even dense, if you may say, maybe he is listed in 15% of that so call Romeo.
            Sadly, he is none of the above.
            Akiyama sigh in disappointment,
            “But you are still my friend, Sunohara,” he said, when the light of the theather dimmed down, and the curtains slowly opens up, and lit up at one corner of the side of the stage where the narrator stands gracefully, narrating his story,

            “Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend,”


            It was quite a cold night at the other side of Saitama prefecture, it was really quiet somehow when there’s not even anything anymore making any noise outside the house when it was only eight forty five at night.
            She touched the cold ground with her bare feet,
            “Akiyama? Is that you?” she asked when she heard somebody opened the front door a few second ago.
            She felt a little odd when she remembered before the man that she love left the house, he did mention to her that he won’t be home early that night because of some personal things to do. Usually when he said that, he did came back quite late every time, but why this time?
            She walked closer to her bedroom door as she heard someone tries to opened the locked room from outside,
            “I’m coming,” she said, hurriedly towards the door,, when she accidently ran against the side of her bed and fell down on the floor..
            She groans a little,
            “Oh, that hurts,” she whined, when the person outside from her door was still trying to opens the door,
            She looked up,
            “Just a second,” she said, pushing herself up, without realizing that her knee already started to bleeds, she opens the door,
            “I’m sorry dear, I’m a little,” she turns her sight towards the man who was standing in front of him and fell silent with her eyes wide open,
            “Who are...”

( c ) Kytty Sakuraiba 2014

Monday, 7 April 2014

Equation 66 : Friends.

Sitting alone,
Standing on my own,
Asking myself why,
Why do I smile when I think of you?
Why do I cry when I am missing you?
Though us together isn’t forever
Though didn’t manage to keep us together,
Isn’t as long as hoped for,
Does it even matter where,
Does it even conclude the time when,
But how memories of us,
You and I,
Your smile would still be there,
Your laughter can still be heard,
Though you are no more near,
But it will still always be here,
Engraved in my deepest soul,
Kept in my only heart,
Thank you for being a friend,
Thank you for being my friend.

( 7th February - 8th April 2014 )

( c ) Kytty Sakuraiba 2014

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Beast with a true Love : Chapter 15


            The clock strikes nine in the morning. It was Friday, and still a working day, but why does it seem like it wasn’t a busy day at all?
            A tall figure walked across the garden outside of an enormous house for a person to be living on his own, he looked at the shadow that was hidden behind the large maple tree outside the house. He sighed.
            Why he wasn’t surprises that shadow that was unseen in a blind eye standing there anyway?
            He ran his fingers on the silver necklace around his neck, touching the pendant at the end; he stopped before he could reach any closer.
            He gripped his fist,
            “Why are you here,”
            he asked, but didn’t hear any reply.
            How he felt his heart was throbbing hard, how he wishes he could just eliminate this person from the world, but what makes any different. They were the only two left in this place anyway.
            He took a deep breath, and took a step ahead,
            “Why the hell are you here,”
            he took a deep breath and bit the end of his lower lips,
            “...I know it’s you,”
            He heard echoes of a person clapping behind the tree,
            “You are good,” the person said, as the man at the other side heard footsteps walking out from hiding behind his own division of life. He sighed, how many separation of life does he even have anyway apart from being himself.
            The man stopped in front of him, and gave him a sarcastic smile,
            “Sunohara,” he bow down his head, for a respect as a friend,
            he looked at him blankly,
            “Akiyama,” he raised his eyebrow.
            Even though how long he have known the man standing there in front of him, but oh how he was even terrified with what he feel like doing to him. He wasn’t sure himself weather they both were meant to be call a friend or perhaps much better foe?
            Akiyama Masaki, a man who respect anyone these past years. Being a loyal man, the best friend, no one else could replace his kindness in the town back in the year 1860ies, but he remembered after the incident that happened to the people that he really love, he don’t even know who should he trust anymore.
            Perhaps at that time it was the year that men was still men, women was still respected, hormones can still be control, cruelty can still be tame, but just one incident, it washed away all the goods this man used to have. This man used to be one.
            Who is he actually now?
            Sunohara wondered.
            “What are you doing here, Akiyama,” he asked him, when was just replied with a laughter, he looked at him with his deep brown eyes, he still gave him the most sarcastic smile anyone has ever gave to him, but oh why would he care about it anyway?
            “I’m just visiting an old friend,”
            His heart jerked, when he heard the man walked closer to him,
            “Since when,” he asked, coldly,
            Akiyama stands beside him,
            “I thought we are mates,”
            “Were,” he replied him without even thinking twice.
            Akiyama looked at him pitifully,
            “Still is,”
            “Not anymore,”
            “Why would you say that?”
            “You know the answer,”
            he looked at the man standing in front of him coldly,
            Akiyama smiled to Sunohara who was tensed up in his own tangled sentiment, he nodded his head as if he even bother to understand him,
            “I don’t actually,” he replied, rubbing his thumb against the tip of his chin.
            Sunohara looked away,
            “Just get out from here, Akiyama,”
            He raised his eyebrow in disbelieve,
            “You want me to go?” he asked, pleading for a little sympathy, but hell like Sunohara would even care,
            “But...” he sounded like he was trembled with sadness and tears, Sunohara stands up straight, as if he was winning the game,
            “There’s no but Akiyama. Just go,”
            Akiyama looked away,
            “If you say so,”
            He heard footsteps of him walking away.
            The wind blew gently for sometimes,
            Sunohara closed his eyes when he knew that Akiyama has left, he was relief that that one of a kind decided not to stay and somehow respect his personal life. He doesn’t want anybody to be messing up with his life; he certainly doesn’t want anyone to disturb his peacefulness of being alone. Being on his own.
            He let out a sigh,
            “I’m really sorry, Akiyama. It’s not that I don’t care for you, but I...”
            before he could finish his sentence, a strong wind blew against him from the back, when somebody grabbed his shoulder from behind, Sunohara was pushed against the tree in front of him at the other side where he was standing a while ago,
            “Argh!” he groaned, with his right arm twisted behind his back, he felt somebody breathing ruthlessly behind his back. He closed his eyes,
            What the hell,
            “I thought the show was about to start tonight,” Akiyama said, standing behind his back,
            “You’re not going there,” Sunohara replied, trying hard to fight back,
            “It’s not easy to see you performing as the hottest love,” he replied, while licking his lips, as Sunohara tries to fight him again, Akiyama turned him around, and make him face his eyes, one on one,
            “That’s not going to happen, Akiyama,” Sunohara tries to spit at his face, but his anger and fear for him got tangled up, and can’t seemed to find the way to escape,
            Akiyama laughed at him,
            “Don’t your father ever tell you not to spit to people, Sunohara?” he asked, wiping the tiny spit that manage to go at the side of his cheek, he raised his eyebrow,
            “You are not going   there, Akiyama,”
            “And who are you to tell me what to do?”
            Sunohara gapped when he wanted to reply him,
            A humen? I’m no longer one...
            “You’re nothing but just like me, Sunohara,” he said, when he pushed the man he was holding to the ground, Sunohara looked at him,
            He is stronger than me...
“I’m not going to miss this play of you...” he said as he walked away from him,
            Akiyama turned around with a smile across his cheek,
            “With the beautiful leading lady,”
            he winked his eyes, and disappear,
            Sunohara widen his eyes,
            He sighed when he knows that it’s impossible for him to fight back against Akiyama but he would do anything to protect anyone that he love...
            The only one in his heart...
            Miyuki Takeda.
            he whispers alone.


            Miyuki walked a little faster than she usually does, but froze for a while when she saw the clock at the side of the entrance of the backstage hall,
            She blinked her eyes a couple of times,
            “Oh! It’s already  three fifteen!!” she shrieked alone, rushing inside, she couldn’t believe on the day she had been waiting for these while has finally here, and she over slept until it was pretty late! She was supposed to be at the last rehersal at two, but here she is. At three o’clock.
            While she was walking ahead, she felt her pulse increased, she couldn’t even manage to count it anymore. Hell, how nervous she was at that moment. The feeling of her going to be up on stage, facing thousands of people, people from her collage and some other people, she wasn’t sure if any of this make any senses anymore.,
            She closed her eyes,
            Why am i feeling nervous, why, why, why, why!!
            She tries to erase everything that was running in her thought so perhaps she can be a lttle calm to face the whole night, even if she has missed half of the rehearsal, like she even bother, she pulled the sling back on her shoulder that was falling down back on it’s position, she looked at her watch, when suddenly something came crawling in her head,
            she felt a little sweat drops down on the side of her cheek.
            She took a deep breath, maybe he was the reason why she is freaking out suddenly? Where is that guy came from anyway? Why is he the only one that is driving her crazy! None other cast before ever does that to her. 
            Miyuki sigh,
            Your beautiful smile, his sparking eyes. Oh, how can I ever resist that!!
            She was thinking on her own, feeling her cheek heat up within second, she smiled on her own,
            “Sunohara...” she whispers, when accidently she ran against somebody at the side.
            Everything that he was holding fell down on the ground.
            She widen her eyes and fell silent,
            Oh no!
            “I’m really sorry,” she said, without looking at who she had ran against to, she was sure it was one of the crew for the stage setting, she kneel down, helping the man to collect everything that has fell down, she heard him giving a little laugh,
            “It’s alright. It’s nothing serious anyway. It’s just some piles of papers,” he replied her. She had a sigh. She felt ridiculous at herself, How can i be so caress! She whines alone, after she collects some that she has in hand, she stood back up,
            “Here you go,” she handed those papers back to him, she fell silent when he turned his gaze towards her with a decent smile across his lips,
            “Thank you,” he replied her.
            She felt her mouth dropped down,
            “Sunohara...” she said, dumb folded with whatever that was going on.
            “Hi, Yuki,” he greet her,
            She stood still there. Looking at the man that never ever wiped away from her fantasy, or even reality, she closed her eyes for a while,
            “Thou I, Romeo, shall I go if you no longer want me near,”
            “Juliet, no,”
            he caress the side of her cheek, as he pulled her closer to his arms,
            “I would not let you go,”
            as he leaned closer, pressing his lips against her,

            Miyuki smiled on her own,
            “Yes? Is there any problem?”
            She openes her eyes wide,
            Oh no! That thought of him kissing her crawls back in her head! How could this be possible! Especially when he is there in front of her!
            “Nothing!” she said,  adjusting the sling bag on her shoulder as if it was about to fall down but it was actually just there,
            “I am alright,” she had a gulp,
            “You know it’s not polite to see the bride before the wedding,” she told him, he just looked at strangely but still with a small smile across his face,
            She felt her heart jolted,
            “No! I mean,” she looked at the ground, with her eyes looking at everywhere, she took a deep breath,
            Just get out from here, Yuki!!
            she told herself,
            She looked at him,
            “I see you later,” she said with a smile, he nodded his head,
            “Okay then,” he told her,
            “I’ll see you later on stage,” he winked his eyes, and made her heart jolted again,
            “Yeah. I see you later on stage, Romeo,” she said to him,
            He bit the end of his lips,
            “Juliet,” he smiled and walked away from there.
            Miyuki looked at him from behind,
            Oh my, Sunohara... You are driving me crazy!!!
            She perhaps should be going to the changing room and get ready for the play or anything, make up isn’t really a short time. Momoko would kill me if I’m late again! She turned around and walked ahead, when she ran against somebody again, as both of them trembled down on the ground,
            “Ahh!” she whimpers, as she falls flat on his build up chest, she closed her eyes, as she felt his arms was holding her close to his,
            What is going on with me!!! She scolded herself. She did ran against on Sunohara and who is it now!
            “Are you ok?” he asked her,  as he changes his position to the side before he helped her up, he offers her his hand, Miyuki just grabbed it, feeling unsatisfied with her silly self that day, he pulled her up, she sighed, straightening her crumpled up clothes, she sigh,
            “I’m terribly sorry,” she told him, “Everything doesn’t seem right for me today,” she whined a little when he looked at her misfortune face,  he smiled to her,
            “What’s wrong?”
            “It seemed like the play today is driving me insane,” she said to him, when she felt his fingers gelt touched her lower chin, and pushed it up gently for her to see his face,
            She fell silent again,
            Who is this guy, why does he look familiar... why does it like i’ve seen him before,    
“We never met before,” she told him,
            He nodded his head,
            “I’m new in town,” he told her,
            She took a deep breath,
            Is it him? I swear he looked just like him,
            She shakes her head. That guy is only someone in her dream. That guy is not real. He is never real. Not real.
            The reflection of his eyes someone is telling her that... He was... No... It was impossible. It couldn’t be him.
            “I’m Miyuki,” she said, introducing herself to him, while at the same time offering her hand to him for a friendly shake, he smiled and accept it,
            Akiyama,” he introduced himself.
            Miyuki fell silent,
            “Akiyama...” she repeated his name,
            He nodded his head,
            “Yeah, Akiyama. Akiyama Masaki,” he said to her.