YnM Fanfiction

Sakura

Written by Calis

Disclaimer: YnM belongs to Yoko Matsushita-sensei

Chapter Six: Link of Fate

Three months had passed by yet everything still had a surrealistic feel. Everyday as he made his way to school; Oriya would ponder over what had happened and wonder if he the whole incident was nothing but a hallucination. But he could not deny the fact that he had been unmolested since that fateful day. The jeers stopped and those who used to taunt him suddenly became silent whenever he passed them by. They all looked away unable to meet his eyes as if they had something to hide or knew something that he did not. The appearance of the enigmatic youth known as Muraki Kazutaka only left Oriya with more questions unanswered.

Oriya had thought that since they were studying in the same school, there would be opportunities to see Muraki now that Oriya finally saw the face that was previously concealed in the misty visages of his dreams. However, the sight of the senior student with silver hair remained elusive. He was disquieted by the last words Muraki had said and it irked him that someone claimed to know all about him while he knew close to nothing in return. It was not a comfortable thought and it both bothered and frustrated Oriya greatly as all his attempts to uncover more information came to a blank.

He had first tried asking his classmates whether they knew of such senior since Oriya was sure there was no way there could be someone else fitting the description he gave. Then he asked his way progressive up to even the senior students but all they could tell him was that Muraki Kazutaka existed, he was the top student in the final year first class, he came from a family of distinguished doctors and that he was a black belt judoka. There was nothing on Muraki Kazutaka the person. Oriya also noticed that everyone had similar looks of consternation when he pressed them with further questions. Now people were starting to avoid him once they saw him walking towards them.

Oriya had tried to let it go, banishing those memories to the back of his mind. He was afraid as another day passed without any new information to ease the relentless thirst to know. A secret fear like a dark seed had germinated deep in his heart, taking root as it continue to grow steadily and Oriya already had a foreboding on the flower that it would bear. It would be a perfect silver white rose, the mark of his obsession. The more he fell into denial, the vehement the yearning that tormented the sixteen-year old. As if bewitched, Oriya found himself standing once again outside the shuttered doors of the judo dojo as the day began to wane into night. It was not the first time in three months that he had came to the same place driven by a compulsion that he had no means to overcome.

" Muraki Kazutaka... just who the hell are you? " Oriya cursed as he slammed a fist against a wall in frustration at his impotence.

" Do you really wish to know? "

Startled, Oriya jerked his head up like a skittish horse to see the subject of his distress. He stood silhouetted by the rising moon against the fathomless night sky. Silver eyes framed behind fine wire-rimmed glasses clashed with angry eyes the color of burnt sienna as Oriya returned his regard almost defiantly. Muraki was dressed in the black uniform of their school and under the ashen moonlight against his fair hair and ivory skin created a stark contrast. He came towards Oriya slowly, closing the distance between them.

" What are you doing to me? Why is it that I can't get you out of my mind? "

Oriya lunged forward, clenching the folds of Muraki's jacket in his fist as he hauled the older boy against him even as he swung a knuckle towards that flawless face. Muraki did not flinch nor did he dodge at the blow that was aimed at him, calmly bracing himself for the impact but it did not come. Oriya's fist halted seconds before it connected, the clenched fingers lightly brushing against warm skin. Perhaps he had thought the apparition before him was nothing more than a being of phantasm that would vanish once he touched it but this time it remained corporeal and the hands that closed over his fist was real and physical.

" I did not do anything to you but helped you twice. As for your mind... You asked them about me. Why? " His voice carried a tint of curiosity.

" Because you said... You said you knew everything about me! " Oriya snarled, pulling his hand free as he released his hold on the older youth's jacket.

" So you felt that you had to know about me in return... " Muraki smiled but this time the expression seemed strangely melancholic.

" Do you really wish to know? " He repeated again.

Oriya gave a curt nod.

" Fine if that is what you wish. Come with me then. "

" Matte! Where are we going? " Oriya asked suspiciously.

Muraki paused, turning back he gave the younger boy an appraising glance that felt like a gauntlet thrown in challenge. Without another word, he headed towards the school gate. Scowling darkly, Oriya picked up his bag and reluctantly followed. Trudging behind the silver figure before him, Oriya did not see the subtle curving of the corners of Muraki's mouth in satisfaction.

Author's note:

This is only part of the chapter! Is trying my best