And she cried.
Well what did you think I would do?
When you lied.
And what did you think it would prove?
She's got the devil in mind.


Moist - Pleasing Falsetto



Miyako's POV



"Hey Miyako." Kari smiled. "How's life at your new school?"

"Impossible. Hard. Difficult. Need I go on?" I smiled as I brushed a piece of my light lavender hair away from my eyes.

"I get the point!" Kari said giggling slightly. "So. Are you seeing anybody?"

"Me. Please." I said rolling my eyes.

"Yes you! I've seen the way Ken looks at you Miya. I think he likes you."

"Only as a friend. Trust me. Ken sees nothing in me." I assured her.

"I wouldn't think so." Kari said stubbornly. "But do me a favor. If he asks you out, promise, you'll say yes!"

"Now give me one good reason I'd turn him down?" I said slyly, as we both broke out into laughter.

"So you do like him?" Kari said opening the door to my house.

"Yeah I do." I shamefully admitted. "I really like him."

"Do tell!" Kari said excitedly. Her cheeks were flushed.

"Well come on!" I said as if the answer was self explanatory. "He's gorgeous! And he's smart, and he plays soccer so well!" I said swooning slightly. Kari almost exploded. I swear. I've never seen her so hyper in my whole life. She was shouting happily, and practically bouncing off the walls.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked her suspiciously. Hell, not even I was this happy, and it was me we were talking about.

"Miya, I just had the best day of my life!" she said falling on my bed like a board.

"And I somehow have a feeling you're going to tell me about it, no matter what." I said shaking my head, laughing silently.

"You know me too well." Kari said grabbing my pillow, and covering her face with it. She began screaming, and the pillow acted as a silencer.

I swear I thought she was having a seizure when she started to kick up her legs, hitting my bed forcefully.

"Kari!" I said worried. She then threw my pillow at me, and smile massively.

"Miya, Tk told me he loved me!" she said giddily.

"So. Tk put that smile on your face. Why am I not surprised?" I said falling onto my chair.

"Miya I love him so much!" she said grabbing my stuffed animals now. It was as if she was going to give a squeeze to everything in my room.

"I know you do." I said knowingly. "You only tell me what? Every five seconds?"

"Shut up" she joked.

"But I do have to admit. Tk is pretty hot. You're lucky."

"I know I am." Kari sighed. "Now. All we have to do is get you and Ken together, so you can be as happy as I am!"

"Kari." I said a little agitated. "I told you already. Ken doesn't like me!"

"And I've told you he does! And what I say goes!" she said fiercely.

"Is there any point arguing with you when you're like this?" I smiled.

"None whatsoever." she said grabbing my hand, and pulling me toward my closet.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she threw open the door, and started to pull everything off its hanger.

"Helping you find the perfect outfit, to get him to notice you!" she stated. "Oh! This is so pretty! How come you never wear it!"


After two hours of pointless searching, Kari had somehow managed to get me to try on every single article of clothing I owned. She would give a disapproving look to most of the outfits, but some, she loved. "Hey! I think I'm going to take this for myself." she said modeling off a short baby blue dress, my cousins had given me.

And I had to admit. The dress looked better on her, than it ever would on me. It just clung to her slim figure, making her look even prettier. "I looks good on you." I said honestly, looking at myself. My figure was nowhere near as perfect as Kari's. I had no waist, and no hips. I wasn't slim, and I would never be as dainty as her. "What's wrong?" Kari asked staring at me.

"Nothing!" I quickly answered, blushing slightly. "Nothing at all!"

"Okay." she said unsure. She obviously didn't read into it, because she didn't ask me any more questions.

"So. How's this outfit?" I tried to cover up. I knew it looked horrible on me. It was just pitiful chitchat.

"Not the right color. We have to go shopping someday Miya." she told me flat out.

I sighed deeply. At least she wouldn't hurt my feelings. I think that's why everyone likes Kari. Not because she's pretty, but because she's always positive, and never judges. Lucky me. She was my best friend. It seemed that I always got the best things out of life. Or so I thought.


The Next Day


It had been one hell of a night. It had taken me over an hour to put back all my clothes. Kari helped too, but I had to admit. I had a lot of clothes. But thankfully we had a uniform at my new school. Plain grey skirt, white blouse and black knee socks. In this outfit, I was just like all the other girls. But there was something in the air today. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but it just wasn't quite right.

I nervously cast glances over at everyone I passed. I guess being in the Digiworld gave you a type of radar for things that seem odd. But I did notice a few things. Like one, every girl I passed, seem well, almost envious of me. Some looked sad, and others had a scorned look in their eye. I was wondering what was going on. I mean. I had no clue! But then my question was answered.

Standing in front of me, were the 'cool girls'. The, stick thin, super popular crowd that practically ran the school. They were whispering rather loudly, as they inhaled into their slowly burning cigarettes. "I can't believe he likes her. I mean, look at her!" Rachel fumed, as she threw her cigarette to the ground, stamping on it angrily.

"I know. I mean. We could be models!" Nora said. "We are gorgeous! We are popular. We have the looks and the bodies!"

"And she's so, ugh, fat and ugly." another piped in.

Rachel moaned. "Why does Ken have to like Miyako?"

At that moment, I knew they were talking about me. I should have been thrilled that I finally knew Ken liked me, out of all the people in the school, but I couldn't forget what Rachel had said. Fat. I had never really thought of myself as fat before. I mean, I knew I would never be a size two, but that was just cruel.

I found myself once again gazing down at my body. And I agreed with them at that moment. I was fat. I just wanted to cry. I had to bit my bottom lip to keep back the tears. But at least I wasn't foolish, and I didn't stay to hear them pick me apart any further. I just turned on my heel, keeping my chin up, and ran. At one point tears started to pour out of my eyes, and I was temporarily blinded.

Just my luck. I crashed into someone, and he broke my fall. I heard a familiar groan, which made me blush bright red. "Ken!" I exploded loudly, as I stared into his smiling face. My long hair was brushing across his cheek.

"Hey." he smiled happily. "Nice of you to drop in. Or should I say on?" he said laughing slightly. I giggled, as I kept staring into his bright eyes. God, he was just so handsome! He made my head swoon! And I knew at that moment. I would do anything for him.

"So." he said as he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Who've the people been treating you here?" he said warmly. He placed one oh his arms behind his head, using it as a type of pillow.

"God. I must be crushing you!" I said blushing, realizing the situation we were in. I started to prop myself up, but Ken, man, I don't even know how to explain what he did, but he did something.

"No!" he said suddenly, almost scaring the life out of me. "It's okay. I don't mind." he said flirtatiously. I could feel my cheeks burning as he just stared at me, making me go weak in the stomach. "You know," he said stroking my hair lightly "I never really noticed how beautiful your eyes are." he said softly. "But not nearly as beautiful as you are."

I almost didn't believe it. I mean, Ken telling me I was beautiful? This was something that if I hadn't heard it, I wouldn't have believed it. "I... I... I..." I stammered, becoming enraged with myself. I mean. Here I was. The girl who always had something to say, fumbling for words. "I don't know what to say." I admitted.

"Just make my day, and tell me you'll go out with me tonight." he said coolly. I envied the way he did this so naturally.

"I would love to go out with you." I said, barely holding onto my consciousness. I wanted to pinch myself, just to make sure this was real. That I wasn't dreaming.

But the look on Ken's face was more than enough to assure me this wasn't my hopeful mind working at its best. "Great!" he said a little overly content. "I'll pick you up at eight then?"

"Sure. You got yourself a date." I smiled, suddenly feeling a lot more confident. Just then, the bell rang, awakening us from or long gaze, which attracted a lot of attention. "Um, I think we should go." I stated blankly.

"Yeah." he smiled as we both shifted, rolling off each other like two logs. "I'll see you after class okay." he asked me, as he brushed off the back of his pants.

"You bet." I smiled, before rushing off to the art wing. I knew I was going to be late, but I didn't care. I was sitting on top of the world, and nobody could bring me down.


"And so. By adding a hit of black to any picture, it levels the eye. You cannot add colors, here and there, because in the end, it will turn into a large, pizza." Mrs. Hamet said as she walked over to the large supply closet. "Now. Today, I've decided to let you take a poke at stained glass. It's probably one of the most complicated artistical..."

Man. This was the most boring art class on the face of the planet. Our teacher had a way of dragging on any subject. And it seemed as if this class would never end. I glanced over at the clock, which was positioned next to a large stack of paintings, that were air drying, by a cluster of clay.

Only seven more minutes, and I was free to lunch. Free to get out of this hell I was trapped in. Only seven more minutes, and I would be able to see Ken again. Ken Ichijouji. That name alone makes me dizzy. It's just so perfect. So, strong. So, so... him.

"Miyako, could you please explain to the class why you would never use a complimentary color scheme when dealing with nature?"

"Um, well... because..." I stuttered, trying to remember why. I think luck was on my side that day. The bell rang, terminating the class from hell. I quickly grabbed my books, and darted out of the room, over to the cafeteria. At least I didn't have to admit I was day dreaming. My stomach began to rumble as I approached the swarm of sweet smells dangled through the room.

I quickly sat in my normal spot, waiting for Iori to come join me. I was very fortunate when I transferred, his mom agreed he should come with me as well. At least I would have a friend.

At once, a paper lunch bag was thrown down in front of me, and Iori took his seat. His always peaceful face was set in a scowl. "What's wrong?" I asked, as he ripped at the bag angrily.

"My stupid history teacher." he hissed.

"What he do?" I said leaning back slightly.

"He made a remark about my father." he said sadly, as his head fell.

"Oh Iori." I gasped, as I moved over to him, and gave him a huge hug. Even though I had never met the teacher, I felt an instant loathing for him.


Ken's POV


"Hey Ken. Check it out." Danny snickered. "Looks like you have some competition!" he said pointing over at the table Miyako usually sat at.

"What the hell?" I said casting a glance over at her. Iori's hands were wrapped around her, and his head was resting lightly on her shoulder. My eyes narrowed, filled with jealously. "It's probably not what it looks like." I said, barely keeping the envy out of my voice.

"Right." Danny said rolling his eyes. "It's a total accident that his hands just happened to wrap around her."

"Shut up." I snapped, still staring at them. They pulled away from each other, and Miyako held his hand lovingly.

God. If Wormon was here, I would have told him to kill Iori. I would have had him rip out his heart, and serve it to me on a gold platter. Yeah, when I get jealous, it's not a little thing. I never get jealous, and for someone to actually get me to the point of jealousy, it's a huge accomplishment.

Something happened then, which made me crush my can of soda, causing the sticky liquid to pour out everywhere. Miyako leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. My Miyako. She was mine! Not his!

"And I bet that was an accident." Danny chuckled, as his ditzy, bean pole girl friend walked over to him, pulling him away from me. Good riddance. "Oh!" he quickly added before leaving completely. "I wouldn't pick a fight with him. He knows Kendo."

I wouldn't just stand around and watch this continue. God. I'd be a fool to. Nothing would get in the way of me getting Miya. I cared about her too much. So, I decided to take action. I stood up, and briskly walked over to where they were sitting. "Hey Miyako." I said happily, in my friendliest voice. "Iori." I said sharply. "Can I see you for a minute?"

"Sure." he replied casually, in his monotone voice. He stood up, reluctantly letting go of her hand.

I practically pulled him out of the lunch room, and when we were a safe distance away from her, I pinned him to the wall. "Listen up!" I snarled. "Miyako is mine! I asked her out first! And there is no way I'm going to let a bizarre, freak like you take her away from me!"

The younger boy stared at me, as if I had just asked him to take me to his leader. A huge smile broke out on his face, and he was having trouble holding back his laughter. "You're jealous of me, aren't you?" he smirked. I wanted to slap the smile off his smug little face, but I don't think Miyako would like it, if I started to beat up her friends. It certainly wouldn't earn me any brownie points.

"I'm not jealous of anyone!" I hissed back.

"If you weren't, then why are you doing this?" he asked, as he pushed me away from him. I was slightly surprised at how strong he was. I couldn't exactly think of a smart comeback, so I just repeated my message, in the most threatening voice possible. "Stay away from her. Or else."

With that, I spun on my heels, and walked proudly back to my seat, winking at Miya as I passed her. "There is no way he can get her." I said looking back at Iori, who had just returned to his seat.

For the rest of the lunch hour, we were shooting vicious looks at each other. As if on purpose, he had made it his mission to sit as close to her as possible. Touching her hand. Her shoulder. Fingering her hair. All gestures' friends would do. And still. The only thing that was going through my mind, was how much I wanted to be him at the moment.


Miyako's POV


English had come and gone way too fast. I was sitting in Ms. Lesenko's class just staring at her in awe. She was the most wonderful teacher in the entire school. I had only heard people say things about her, and ever since I stepped into the school, I had wanted to be in her class.

And I was. I sat more in the middle, right next to Iori, who looked as if he was dozing off. I gently kicked out, hitting the side of his leg, waking him up from his daydream. His head spun right around to me, and he smiled, and began to chuckle lightly. I have no clue why, but I returned his small laugh, with a smile. I went to touch my glasses, but then I remembered I traded them in for contacts.

A second later, there was a snapping noise, which echoed through the room. Everyone's head's spun around to Ken who was holding a bleeding hand. A piece of his wooden pencil sticking out. "Mr. Ichijouji!" Ms. Lesenko cried. "Go see the nurse before it gets infected!"

Ken bravely pulled the wooden knife out of his hand, and threw it on the desk. "Can I get some help?" he said, staring right at me.

"All right. Um, Iori, why don't you go with him?" she smiled, scanning her class list.

Ken's face dropped, as Iori stood up, and walked over to door, opening it politely. I could sense there was something else going on there, but I didn't look to far into it. They both returned minutes later. Ken had a big white bandage wrapped around his hand.

Iori had a satisfied look on his face, as he sat back down next to me, handing me a sheet of paper, folded into a small note. Once again, the bell rang, ending my third day of school. I tore open the note, which read, meet me outside, by the tree.

"Okay." I agreed, as I carelessly dropped the note. I didn't care who read it or not.

We both walked out of the classroom, side by side, but we split our ways, as we headed for our lockers. There was the sound of ripping paper behind us, as Ken burst out of the classroom, as red as a bull. "What's eating him?" I wondered aloud, as I came to my locker. I fiddled with the combination lock, before I heard it click open. I opened t, only to have it slammed shut in my face.

"What the..." I shouted in surprise.

"Hello Miyako." Rachel said smugly, as she removed her thin wrist from my locker door.

"Hello Rachel." I said friendly. "Would you like something?"

"Actually, we would."she smiled, as she looked at her other friends. "You."

"Me?" I said quizzically. "Why would you want me?"

"Simple." Nora chimed. "You, are dating Ken. Ken is popular. We are popular. So, that makes you popular."

"Really?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes." Rachel said sharply. "Now. The first thing we have to do is set your diet."

"Hey. Hold up." I said putting my foot out. "Make my diet?"

"Yes." Nora said simply. "You do want to look good for him don't you?"

"Yeah, sure. But..."

"No but's about it." Rachel said. "His last girlfriend, Mandy. God. She was a perfect size 0. She was absolutely gorgeous! And that's why Ken stayed with her."

"Then where is she now?" I asked.

"She had to move away. Dad's job or something like that." a girl with jet black hair mentioned. Her name was Valerie.

"Oh." I said rather stupidly.

"So you see. If you want Ken to stay with you for a long time, we're gonna had to do something about the extra, uh, baggage you've put on." Rachel said guiding me away from the others.




"Oh! He asked you out! Yes!" Kari screamed. "I told you he had a thing for you!"

"Who? Who?" Tk hobbled along side her. "Tell me!"

"No." Kari said poking his stomach. "You'll have to find out on your own."

"Come on Kari! Tell me please!" he begged.

"No." she repeated.

"Miyako?" he said turning to me.

"If she said no, do you honestly think I'm going to tell you?" I said placing my hands on my sides.

"Shoot." he exclaimed, as he grabbed onto Kari's shoulders. "Hold up for a sec."

"Sure." I replied, as Tk bent down, and pulled a leaf away from his cast.

"I hate this thing." he said miserably.

"Get used to it!" Kari smirked. "You'll be in it for a while."

I always envied those two. They seemed to have everything! They were in love. They were young. They were talented. And they were both the kindest souls you could ever meet.

"So Miya." Kari said turning to me. "Am I coming over tonight to help find you an outfit?"

"Oh no! I remember what happened last time we did that!" I joked. "You two spend some time together."

"Like I wasn't already." Tk said kissing her cheek. Kari giggled happily.

"So. Do you know what you're going to wear?" Kari asked me.

"Well, I was going to wear my blue jeans and the black tank top I bought with you."

"Oh! You'll look so great! Can I do your hair?" Kari asked.

"Hey!" Tk said almost offended. "How come you never offer to do my hair?"

"Shut up Takeru." I laughed, as he pulled off his white hat, and passed his fingers through his short blond hair.

I have hair to style!" he said defensively.

"You see what I have to put up with?" Kari said lightly hitting his shoulder.

We all started to laugh. I grabbed Tk's ht, and placed it firmly on my head. "I always liked this hat."

"Take it!" Kari said loudly. "I've done everything I can to get him to get rid of that bucket." That comment made us laugh louder. I though my stomach was going to burst!

"What's so funny?" Iori said from behind us. We all turned to face him.I gasped, as I let all my books fall to the ground. I rushed right over to him. "What happened to you?" I said panicking, as I touched his swollen face.

His cheeks were turning purple, and he had a black eye. I almost wanted to cry. I mean, who would hurt Iori? "It's my fault." he said blushing underneath the blue and black. "I was at the library, and I accidentally knocked a few high books down, and they hit me.

"Are you sure?" I said a little unsure. I mean. It must have been a very thick book to cause swelling like that.

"Positive." he smiled painfully.

"So. Why did you want to meet me here?" I said leaning on the thick oak tree. Kari and Tk had said their goodbye's and they were walking away peacefully. Hand in hand.

"I just wanted to talk to you. That's all." Iori said, as he leaned down, and collected my French novel. I scooped up all my others quickly, and stuffed them into my already overflowing bag.

"Anything in particular?" I asked, as he took a seat next to me.

"Nope." he said, giving me a rare smile. I giggled. "Just wanted to know how you're doing."

"Probably as well as you are." I sighed.

"Oh. Guess what my mom made?" Iori said smirking.

"What?" I said removing my sweater. It was cool outside, but I was super hot.

"Your favorite!" he taunted, as he pulled out a medium size box.

"Brownies!" I exclaimed, as he opened it, revealing the chocolate gold.

"Ah! I love you!" I shouted, throwing my arms around him, and hugging him tightly.

He laughed a little, before placing a chunk in my mouth. His mom was the best cook in the whole world. I just shut my eyes, savoring ever moment. "Hey Miya." Ken said, as he stood right above me and Iori.

I opened my eyes, and looked at him. He was so tense! His arms were glued to his side, and his knuckles were turning white from being so tightly balled. His always cute face, was a deep shade of red, and he looked very disheveled.

"Hello Ken." I smiled, as I backed away from Iori. I really had no clue we were so close together. "You want a brownie?"

"No. It's okay." he said fuming. "But can I speak to Iori for a minute please?"

"Sure Ken." he mocked, as he stood up, gently brushing my hair away from him. It had been the second time that day Ken had pulled Iori away from me. And I was very curious as to what they were talking about.


Ken's POV


"What do I have to do, to get it through your think skull; that Miyako is my girlfriend?" I shouted at him. "Beat you up again?"

"No." he replied coolly. "If you'll admit that you're jealous, I'll stop."

"I'm not jealous!" I snapped. My hold on his neck almost became a death grip. If only I had killed him in the Digiworld, none of this would be happening.

"If you're not jealous, then let me go. Let me go off to sit right back down near her, and continue what we started."

"I'm not stupid Iori." I retorted.

"You could have fooled me." he said, once again, pushing me off him. A smirk the size of Alaska suddenly plastered on his face. "She told me she loved me you know."

"She what!" I exploded, not caring who heard me. That was it. I wasn't going to take any more of his stupid mind games. I tackled him to the ground, and just started to pound the living crap out of him. I wouldn't stop till he was hanging onto life, by a string. "I swear I'll kill you!" I hissed at him, as he tried to push me off him. But I guess I was heavier than he thought, and he was having a hard time.

"Ken stop!" I heard Miyako's voice. It rang through the park, and lodged itself in my brain. I loved her voice. I instantly released Iori's neck, revealing my hand print. Even though he was coughing up for air, he still smirked.

"She's your's." he chocked. Then. It hit me. Iori wasn't going after Miyako. He was making sure I wanted her. God. It was a brilliant plan, but it could have ended up killing him.

She ran right over to him, and helped him up, clutching to him so he didn't fall. Her eyes darted right over to me, demanding an explanation. But me, never being able to admit what I did, just walked away, leaving her there, to deal with him.

I was positive Iori would think up some excuse. He obviously did with the black eye. And I had more important things to think about. Like what I would wear to the movies tonight.


Miyako's POV


"Kari, ow, I have no clue, ow, how I'm supposed to, ow, do this!" I shouted, half in pain, half in panic.

"Just act like yourself." she reassured me, as she pulled another roller out of my hair. Kari thought I would look nice with wavy hair, so we went with that. I had no clue it would hurt so much.

"Easy for you to say." I grumbled, as she threw the last torture devise in the trash can.

"There! You look great!" Kari said bubbly, as she flopped over on my bed, totally exhausted. I examined myself in my mirror, staring at my now curly locks. I had to admit. My dull hair looked a lot better.

"Thanks Kari. I'm really fortunate to have a friend like you."

"Don't you know it." she smiled. "Now. Onto your clothes." she quickly pulled my jeans off the rack, and grabbed the shirt from onto of my bureaux. "Change." she commanded, pointing to my personal bathroom.

"Yes sir!" I joked in my army like voice. I leapt over to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I threw on the outfit, and stepped out seconds later.

"Miya! You look so gorgeous!" Kari exclaimed, as I walked in front of her. Sadly, the top had shrunk in the wash, and now revealed a portion of my stomach.

"You really think so?" I said looking in my mirror. For some odd reason, Rachel's voice rank out in my head, as clear as a bell. 'Fat.'

"What's wrong?" Kari asked, as she looked at my pouting face.

"Kari." I stammered. "Am I fat?"

"You!" Kari said, almost doubling over. "Yeah. You're a blimp." she said rolling her eyes. "Miya, you're a stick!" I guess my subconscious blocked out the stick part, and let the blimp remark flood into my head. I turned sideways, examining my body.

I wasn't that thick, but it wouldn't hurt if I lost a few pounds. "Okay." I said, placing a fake smile on my face. "Now. Get out so I can clean!"

"I have to go anyway. I'm meeting Tk. Bye Miyako. Have fun."

"You know I will." I said mischievously, as she sighed, and shut the door behind her. At once, I darted for my school bag, and ripped out the slip of paper, Rachel and Nora had made for me.

I scanned it, looking at all the foods they had banned me from eating. It was way too long, so I just scanned the things I was allowed to munch on. "Maximum, 10 grapes a day, and an apricot. Breakfast. 10 pieces of asparagus. Lunch. Water with a squeeze of lemon or lime. Supper." What the hell was this? A rabbit's meal? I just sighed. If this would make me lose weight, so be it.


The date with Ken couldn't have been more perfect. He was romantic, and a perfect gentleman. He even let me pick the movie. I didn't want to bore him to death at Girl, Interrupted, so we went to see Shaft. I could tell that was the movie he wanted to see. I knew his favorite actor was Samuel. L. Jackson.

It was a little too violent for me, and half way through the film, the odd Hispanic man started to stab himself with an ice pick, I shut my eyes. Kens arm somehow found its way around my shoulders, and he pulled me close to him. I felt too safe there. "Hey. That's the mom from The 6th Sense." he stated.

"You're right." I agreed, as the waitress jumped into the red car, and sped off, as the bad guys showered the car with bullets.

"You know what? Why don't we skip the movie, and go get something to eat?" Ken suggested.

"Sounds like a plan to me." I said giving him a weak smile.





We left the movie, also immediately. There was a quaint little cafe, two blocks away, so we walked to it. When I said Ken was romantic, it had absolutely no clue that he wasn't even trying. As soon as we stepped out of the theater, a cool, autumn breeze swarmed over the town, chilling me to te bone. I shivered involuntarily, and a second later, Ken draped his jacket over shoulders.

"Here." he said, as he took my hand in his, and began walking. I was on cloud nine. Everything was perfect.

"This has been so much fun." I told him, as he pulled me out of the way of a biker. I stumbled a little, and I had to grab at his shoulders so I didn't fall. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me up.

"Are you okay?" he asked, as he gazed into my eyes.

"Yeah." I said blushing lightly. A piece of his dark hair had fallen in front of his eyes, so I gently brushed it away from his face.


Ken's POV


She was looking right at me. God. Her eyes were so beautiful, it was driving me crazy. It's really funny though. Me. Ken Ichijouji. The one boy who always had something on his mind. Always had something to say. I was the smart one.

But just looking at Miyako wiped my mind clean. I was afraid to speak, for fear jibbrish would pour out of my mouth. I was beginning to find it hard to breathe, and all my functioning brain cells just told me to kiss her. Lean down, and kiss her.

And hey! I always listened to my brain. Within seconds, I had tilted her chin up, and I was staring right at her lips. I leaned forward, and lightly brushed across her top lip, and firmly placed my mouth on hers. I can't even describe what I was feeling. Nothing had ever felt so good. Hell, I could have stayed like that forever, not moving a single muscle. And for fear of sounding like a cheesy romance novel, I knew we were perfect for each other.


Miyako's POV


I was lying in my bed that night, thinking about how, how amazing my night had been. I thought I would have passed out when he kissed me. I was way too hyper to sleep, and I had no clue how I would ever doze off. I finally nixed trying to get to sleep, and I walked over to my vanity, and began combing the waves out of my hair. I guess I was sleepier than I let on, because shortly after, I fell asleep at my desk.


The Next Day


"Did you have fun Miyako?" Iori asked at lunch.

"I had the best time." I smiled at him, as he bit into his sand-witch.

"I'm glad." he said smiling warmly as he swallowed. "My mom made brownies again. She's been on some sort of baking frenzy!"

I stared down at my asparagus. It had to be the most disgusting food on the planet, but it only had 10 calories. Rachel even said I could eat them with cottage cheese. Yummy. Not...

"No. It's okay. I don't want any." I smiled, as I scooped the green vegetable into the thick white gunk. I knew that it was absolutely disgusting, but I had to do it. For Ken. Everything I did, was for Ken.

"Are you sure?" he asked uneasily. "Double chocolate!" he taunted, as he held out the square.

It took all the will power in my body to not reach out, and gobble it up. "I'm sure." I lied. "Oh, I have to go. Talk to you after school?"

"How about during English?" Iori said.

"Sure." I said waving, as I left.




This continued for over a month. I fazed out the world. Now, instead of asking how much a meal cost, I would ask for the calories. I forgot about the food I loved. Now, just the thought of me liking the food made me sick to my stomach. Hell, I even shocked the hell out of Rachel when all I had for a week was water. Why bother eating?

I would just work it off anyway. Nora even tried to con me into smoking. She said it was a proven fact, that nicotine killed the craving for food. I told her all the nicotine did was kill the brain cells that told you, your stomach was empty.

Oh course, she didn't believe a word I said, but I still refused flat out. I wanted to be thin. Not dead. But it was paying off big time. Starving myself certainly had its high points. Like for one, I lost 15 pounds. Another thing, I could now fit into those slinky dress that Rachel and Nora wore.

It was the best! Soon, I had guys begging for dates, left right and center. Well, I never accepted any of them, because I had Ken. And he was the only guy I'd ever date. Well, one night, while I was in the process of doing my 500 sit-ups, the phone rang. I had no clue how could be calling so late, but I answered it anyway. "Hello." I said weakly.

"Hey beautiful." Ken said happily. I instantly stopped exercising, and sprawled out on my bed.

"What's up?" I said taking a large gulp of water.

"You and I are attending a concert tomorrow."

"Really?" I asked as I sat up, and grabbed a pillow.

"Yes." he replied in his cooler than a cucumber attitude.

"Ken, if you want to go out tomorrow, ask me like a civilized person." I joked as he laughed on the other line.

"How are you expecting me to be civilized when I'm around you?" he said flirtatiously.

"Pick me up at eight?" I said, suddenly feeling dizzy. I moaned silently, not realizing.

"You okay?" he asked suddenly.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I lied, as the room began to spin around me. I felt so cold, so I wrapped my free arm around me, rubbing at my skin. But the harder I rubbed, the colder I got. I stood up, rushing over to my vanity, dropping the phone with a thud.

I could hear Ken's worried cries, ringing out on the receiver, but I couldn't concentrate on them. In fact, I was having a hard time concentrating on anything. I instinctively grabbed the bottle of pills that Nora had given me, and popped two in my mouth. Vitamin pills, with added in nutrients. They always quenched my hunger.

I felt sick. Very, very sick. I rushed over to my bathroom, and collapsed near my toilet. Like so many times before, I forced myself to throw up. Maybe it was something I ate. But then I realized I hadn't eaten anything but water and an apple, in the last few weeks.

I could see in the white, marble surface of the seat, just how horrible I actually looked. My once lively face, had been drained of its color, and it's life. I looked dead. Like a walking zombie.

My head, lobbed down to my chest, and I stared at my stomach, not having enough strength to pull it up. I seemed to notice everything that night. Hell, I no longer had a stomach. All I had was a rib cage that was bulging out of my skin. Even my legs had become literally skin and bone.

I was so disgusted for myself. I can't believe I had let it get to the point, where I was lying on my bathroom floor, dying. My whole world was turning black, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I was just too weak to fight back. So, I did the only thing I could. Lye there, and wait for my inevitable end.


Ken's POV


I didn't even stop to hang up my phone. I just dropped it, and rushed out of my house. I had done everything but memorize how many steps it was to her front door. I ran, using all the soccer speed I had gained over the years, not even stopping to breathe.

I knew something was wrong, and I would be damned if I just sat back, and watched it all unfold. The girl I cared about more than anything in the world, was in trouble. I just knew she was! I quickly rounded the corner, and sprinted over to Miyako's house. I knew her parents wouldn't exactly appreciate me banging on the door so late at night, so I climbed up the tree that was right outside her window, and jumped into her room.

I had been there a least a hundred times, and she still hadn't changed a single thing. She liked things simple. My foot hit her fallen phone, and nudged it under the bed slightly. "Miyako?" I called out to her. There was no answer.

I walked around her bed, and examined everything around me. There was a bottle of spilt pills, which made me extremely nervous. I accidentally stepped on one, crushing it to dust. Then, I saw it. Her bathroom door. My instincts told me to go there, so I did. As I opened the door, it hit something solid. My heart sank. I knew it was Miya.

I quickly flipped on the light, and stood taken back, as I stared at her limp body, just lying there. I fell to my knees, and pulled her head up to my knees. I could feel her heart beat, but it was so weak. She was frigid to the touch. "Miya! Miya say something!" I cried loudly, not caring who heard me. "Mr. Inoue! Mrs. Inoue! Somebody help!" I screamed.

Miyako stirred in my arms, and my attention was quickly drawn to her. "Miya!"

"Ken." she groaned softly, sending shivers up my spine.

Finally, some sense was pouring into my head. But no. It couldn't be! Not again! "Miya what happened?"

"I did it for you." was all she replied, before her eyes shut.

"Miya no! I can't let this happen again!" I shouted, as I shook her fiercely. A sense of deja vu swarmed around me, making my stomach turn.

"What's going on here?" I heard Mrs. Inoue's voice cry out. Once she saw her daughter, she just dove for the phone on the ground, and dialed 911.


Miyako's POV


When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. The bright white paint hurt my eyes, forcing me to shut them again."Miya!" I heard Ken's voice say. "She's up!"

"What's going on?" I muttered, as I forced my eye lids open. My mom was hovering right above me, and I could make out the distinct frame of Ken.

"Miya." Ken said relieved. "I'm so sorry. I know you're here because of me!" My mom, getting the hint, left the room. Now, it was just me and Ken. Just the way I wanted it.

"This is nobody's fault but my own." I said ashamedly. "I just thought you'd like me more if I was thinner."

"Miya, I like you because you aren't like all those other girls! You're different! A breath of fresh air!" he said as if he was laughing.

"But what about Mandy." I said stubbornly. "Rachel said the only reason you guys broke up was because she moved."

"Mandy moved, because she had to go to a special type of hospital to help cure her! She became so thin, her body started to eat her organs for nutrients! She almost killed herself!"

"I had no clue." I said stupidly. I felt like the world's biggest idiot.

"Miya, you were perfect the way you were. You know, the happy, lively Miya I started to date. This new girl scares me." he said honestly.

"God Ken." I cried, as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to him. I vowed to myself that day, I wouldn't let anyone else go through what I did. I didn't want anyone to have to degrade themselves to a level, where they could barely look at themselves any more. It seemed there in the hospital room, I found my calling.



MORAL: Okay people, this has to be a subject, I have a lot of views on. All of them are negative. Basically, stop bitching about your body. Seriously, just grow up. I can't stand it when people are always complaining about their weight.

I just makes me want to throw up. Take it from me, I'll never be perfect. Nobody will. Seriously, sports have completely battered my body to the point the scars are visible.

I mean, if God wanted people to be a certain weight, then stop trying to change it. Some people are naturally skinny, and some are naturally larger. You can't do a bloody thing about that. Starve yourself, just to get to that point, you're basically killing yourself slowly, and painfully.

Seriously, I just want to slap those stick thin models. They aren't proving very good role models for younger children at all, and the media isn't helping at all. Clothing industries have been forced to make clothing several sizes to small, just so they are able to fit the people of world. Good luck getting any clothing if you're larger, or more muscular than other people. Hell, it's rare that I find clothes that fit nicely. But I still won't starve myself just to fit into the skimpy ass numbers, to impress people.

If you want to lose weight, just exercise. I do. In my whole life, I've never gone on any type of diet, and I never will, and I'm the exact same size as one of my friends, who hasn't eaten anything in years. Doesn't that seem pleasant? I'm enjoying life, and she isn't.

God, I could go on about this forever, but I won't. Basically, give yourself a huge kick in the ass, if you've been making your life miserable, but becoming anorexic. And just remember this. When your body isn't getting the vitamins or nutrients it needs, it'll start eating away at you liver or stomach tissue, in order to get the essential nutrients it needs. You're stripping away at your vital organs, just so you can fit into a size two.

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