| Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura does not belong to me, it belongs to the 4 women of CLAMP. The very sucky, prejudice version of Cardcaptors belong to Nelvana. A/N: This fic is for my friend Strawberry Cheesecake for beating someone up for me (I beat up anybody who disses mallets, but in this case, she did it for me). Thank you Jess!!! Yes, it is one of my short sappy pointless romances that has bad titles. This is following the manga storyline (duh, that’s why Yoshiyuki is engaged to Rika). And this is in more of our universe, with situations out of our society and not CLAMP’s. WARNING: TOTALLY OUT OF CHARACTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Thoughts on Engagements by HashBrown I couldn’t stand it anymore. I don’t know why I suddenly let it bother me, it hadn’t for 6 years. But now, I can’t stand it anymore. People whispering behind our backs, gossiping, rumors, too painful to bear. I know that I am a teacher, I’m not suppose to give in to peer pressure. But there are some things that I can’t live with. Like us, as a couple, in the eyes of others. I heard what I have been called: an ecchi, a cheat , and hentai. I lost my job at the elementary school for this. Because of me, a new rule has been passed in schools. One that forbids student/teacher relationships. I cannot help it if I fell in love. Love is unpredictable, love is unexplainable. Love makes me fall in love with a 10 year old girl. It’s been 6 years since then, since I proposed. Now, it is more explainable for love. But people in Tomoeda don’t move around a lot. People still knows what happened to me and Rika. And they don’t like it. They don’t necessarily have to say it. All their actions in the past few years explained it. I should have been bothered by this for years. But surprisingly, I wasn’t. Rika was happy. I was happy. Now, then, why is this getting to me? Rika has blossomed into a beautiful young lady, not that I ever doubted that. Even if she blossomed into a cow, I would still love her. She was the kind of girl that guys gawk at and girls look away in envy. That would be so.... if she was not engaged to me. Now they look at her and they think, ‘Now I know why that Terada-san uses her’. And I never even touched her. Perhaps that’s why I want to break the engagement. She is not something to be the center of much gossiping. Her life, a regular teenage life, is limited by the bounds of the engagement, and by the many accusing thoughts of people around her. I waited solemnly, sitting on a rusted bench next to a concrete pathway of the park. Some daisies, white and yellow subtlety, embroidered the concrete. ‘Daisies,’ I thought bitterly, ‘her favorite’. Seems like everything I thought of since my decision reminded me of her. “Yoshiyuki-chan!” Rika called to me, skipping with all the cheer of a teenage girl meeting her love. She slowed when her eyes set on the solemn face I had on. “Yoshiyuki-chan? What’s wrong?” I bit my lip and told myself to get on with it. ‘I better make it quick. After all, didn’t I hurt her enough?’ “Rika-chan,” I started out slowly, drawling out every word, “Are... you... happy?” “Happy?” Rika asked quizzically, “Of course I’m happy. Why wouldn’t I be? I just got an A on my science test.” “No, no. Not that kind of happy, I mean, EMOTIONALLY happy.” “Yoshiyuki-chan, you’re not making sense.” “What I mean is... I mean... meant...” Rika put her hand on mine. A warm shiver went up my spine. Looking at me tenderly, she soothed, “Am I happy with you? Is that what you’re saying?” I nodded, surprised at how wise beyond her age she is and how she has come to know me so well. “Then of course I’m happy. I love you, you know that. Otherwise I wouldn’t agree to be engaged to you.” |