(Don't get confuse at the chapter thingy! Basically, I've already registered the Chapter 3 for Shindou Takuto - SPOILERS: along with Amemiya being registered for the 5th chapter and Hakuryuu 6th - ever since the beginning but unfortunately not yet done with his story. Kariya, on the other hand, just coincidentally got the 4th chapter because he's one of my favorite characters in IE Go.)

Kariya: Huh. *smirks*

Luna: Don't get so cocky, Kariya-kun!

Kariya: I'm not. *snickering*

Luna: *looks at readers* Hi minna-san! We're up for an another update! Oh, first things first -
~I deeply apologize @ashie3242 if this is not the update you're looking for. I'm still making Genda's chapter and while making his, I seem to have received a new idea for Kariya and decided to make his first before Genda's. I really apologize! Please forgive me! *bows down so low* But I'll update his next after Kariya then Kirino's for @deinahmarie
~@deinahmarie here ya go! A Kariya fanfic for my still fellow countryman. (You're a Filipina right? Yet lives in Italy and speaks one?) I hope you enjoy! *smiles widely* Oh, and kindly say hi to Fideo for me! XD (if you get it.) BTW, I'll dedicate this chappie for you if my family and I returns the city. Just so you know, I'm currently in our province for the rest of the summer and net here in our province is very slow and chances to update like this is really seldom. So yeah. :)

Luna: Just to remind everyone, Celestia wrote this. So, expect many um... Deep words, I guess? Hahaha. XD

Celestia: *did not say anything but looks at the readers* Enjoy minna-san.

..~*~..

Tiptoeing inside the soccer club smoothly and silently as I can, I opened the door slowly and peeked in. I skimmed the whole surroundings, letting my eyes explore everything; there is no one around here, it seems that they are still practicing in the fields. Especially that darn prankster who had done nothing but make a ruse out of me and steal my things and humiliate me. I sneered and jumped in joy, finally entering inside - knowing that no one and a certain teal haired will bother me.

Humming a chirpy tune, I skipped at the corner side of the room and sat down with my bag hanging loosely on my shoulder. Shrugging it away, I opened it and plucked out a moderate-sized book. It has a brown cover and some black spiral designs, presenting a beautiful doodle. Finally opening it in peace, I sighed contently. It's been a while ever since I've been wounded with this calming atmosphere. Kariya has done a pretty good job in making my life more miserable than it was. I'm his favorite victim and was always tormenting me whenever the chance represents itself. But not anymore.

Grinning, I flipped some pages and searched for the certain paragraph I haven't finished in. I smiled when I finally found it and took out a pen from my bag and began writing my story. Yes, I'm an author - that is for my own perspective (I'm optimistic). I've always taken a deep devotion in writing my own novels, poems and short stories for 3 years and was still for now. Right now, I'm continuing my short story involving of a certain person whom I've liked so much even though he does not perceives me.

I stopped for a while to relax my writing hand and while I'm doing so, I gave a brief skim of my short story before continuing again. Every time I write a certain background or description, new ideas just kept on popping inside my mind that I can't stop writing. My imagination is running wild and I like that. Every author does. It's not like everyday we encounter this - especially if we are having the greatest writer's block. Might as well take it and be done for.

Scribble. That's all I can hear. Just my pen making scratching sounds against the now written paper and the screws inside my mind twirling and working. I was even caught up in my work that I haven't realized the opening of the door and the loud chatters of the team walking in straight inside the soccer club. I only stopped when someone tapped me by the shoulder and hastily, I jerked my head up and quickly hid the book behind my back. Despite being an optimistic author, I'm always embarrassed every time the team attempts to take a glimpse of my unfinished written work.

I blushed and stammered upon seeing Hikaru sending a perplex glance at the hidden book behind me. He shifted his eyes at me and pointed out. "Ne (f/n)-chan, are you making stories again?" He asked as the team began to assemble inside the room, and my eyes caught the teal hair of the prankster in the middle who caught my heart despite him tormenting me ruthlessly.

When his eyes landed on mine, I squeaked and turned at Hikaru, I blushed - I can still feel his eyes burning towards me and that mischievous aura permeating off of him which quickly lets me remind that he's up to something. I gulped at the thought of it and shakily gripped the book behind me; I never wanted to be tormented again. It just wrenches me so much and the fact that I have a one-sided feelings for him doesn't help at all.

"H-hai, Hikaru-kun!" I nodded hastily and even made a dash move to take the bag with me and bowed down, "i-if you will excuse me, I have to leave. I-I have some important matters to be d-dea-dealing with." Not waiting for his reply anymore, I quickly scurried away and bumped with the others while making my way out.

..~*~..

Sighing, I sat below the grassy fields comfortably under the shade of the tree and sat crossly with my bag propped up above my thighs. I hugged it as if to bring me some comfort and gazed down at the river in front of me. While doing so, I grasped the book tightly, only to find that it's no longer there. My eyes widened and I stood up quickly, my bag fell at my sudden action but I pay it no heed. My mind is going haywire and I'm beginning to panic to the point where my heart is beating erratically fast and palms sweating. Thoughts of my book being stolen or being read by my schoolmates really broke something inside me. What if they read my stories there? What if they find out that I have a massive crush on Kariya, the one who doesn't care for me? What if-? I shook my head, and made a run towards the soccer club. Maybe I dropped it there after making a dash away from Hikaru.

Shoes squeaking at the ground, I immediately went to a halt after approaching the familiar automatic doors of the club, panting really hard. When the doors swished open, I made a move to go inside when I saw Kariya reading my book out loud to the rest of the members. I froze.

"Eyes, hooded with mischief and golden irises gleaming with so many deep meanings like that one of a cat's, he sure is something..." He boomed then to my fragile heart's breaking, he scoffed and shut the book - quite harshly if I may add. Then he coldly said, "That's just dumb. Why would she write something for someone who doesn't even acknowledge her? What a foolish-"

"Kariya-kun! (F/n)-! She's-!" Hikaru's horrified voice filled around the room and Kariya froze, as if finally recognizing my presence, and slowly he turned around, eyes widening. He began stammering, but his breath hitched upon meeting my eyes. He took a step forward, eyes even more widening. He laid out a hand in front of me, as if to soothe a terrified animal.

"(F/n)-chan, no wait, this is not what it looks like-"

I can't take this anymore. I took a step back, my eyes prickling - the tears that I have kept so long is finally to take its toll. I shook my head, this is too much. Just too much. I don't think- I took a deep shuddering breath to soothe the excruciating pain inside me, and yet a single drop of tear rolled down my cheeks revealing of how deeply I was wounded. I turned to my heels and ran away from the boy who broke my heart. Soon, more tears followed, and again and again and again, until finally; I reached my house, not bothering to greet my parents, ran to my room, locked it and burrowed my face on the pillow, crying my heart out.

..~*~..

Shivering, I clutched tightly the straps of my bag and slowly and unsurely, I walked towards the school's gate. I trembled in fear and felt paranoid every time my eyes landed to my schoolmates, every nook I see, they just reminded me of him. His face haunts me everywhere, even my dreams. It's just so hard that- I shook my head and hang my head low to avoid the worrying glances of my classmates - I can feel my tears closing in any time.

I've been absent for three days after that heart-wrenching event. Good thing I managed to persuade my mother and father to let me stay even though they don't know what I'm going on right now. I'm never one to keep secrets from my family but they're just so strict and very caring for me that I'm so afraid of the assumption of my dad giving Kariya a good lecture. And I never wanted that.

I halted to a stop after passing by the corridors towards the classroom. I hesitated, I don't want to see his face after all the horrendous speeches he gave me three days ago. It's just too much to bear. I shook my head, but I have to be strong. I have to talk to him and forgive him and forget and move on. That's how it was supposed to be right? I don't want to deal something of having hatred in my heart. All I wanted is some peace and comfort.

Finally smiling and determined, I took a deep breath and confidently went inside the room. It all went to a blur when Aoi and the other team members pounced on me. I staggered to keep my balance and laughed.

"(F/n)-chan! Oh my gosh! You're okay!" Aoi cried out and hugged me even more, I began to sweat drop, I tried pushing her away from me, but all in vain.

"You had us worried!" Hikaru said, almost in the verge of tears. I smiled at him ruefully, but realizing the situation I'm in. They even started to hug me so much to the point that I can hardly breath anymore.

"M-minna, of course I'm fine! Now come on! I can't breath!" I choke out and they shrieked and quickly released me.

"Gomen (f/n)!" They said and I merely nodded, taking all of my time to take an abundant supply of oxygen. Then I glared at them playfully, still gripping the straps of my bag and in the verge to tear up again when I felt golden irises looking at me. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath before opening it, trying my best to look okay.

"So, how are you?" Aoi asked, eyes shifting to my features warily, and frowned; probably at the deep hollowness below my eyes.

"I'm fine." I told them and smiled weakly. I knew they were going to yell at me for being a lier when sensei walked in. Immediately, everyone arranged themselves and I, before taking a sit to my respective seat, I walked up to Kariya. Widened eyes watched my form, and instantly as if they are watching a dramatic theater, everyone seems to silent down and watched the scene roll in front of them. Kariya looked at me; he was surprised when I gave him a smile - but a broken smile which he just frowned at but did not say anything. I said,

"Will you meet me near the riverbank after dismissal time?"

And in response, he nodded and agreed.

..~*~..

This is it. I stood restlessly under the tree which I occupied with three days ago before that incident occurred, waiting for Kariya. I took a glance of the book on my hands. No; this is not the book he has from me. This is my oldest one, it is quite plain with no designs and such but has a rich color of jaded green. This is the book where I write my feelings and fantasies about Kariya. A story full of fantasy and cliché romance thingy in which he being the thief and I being the average commoner who can still afford to buy anything despite the harsh difficulties she encountered in life. A smile drew my face, only to morph in a bitter one.

And this is the day I'll stop writing stories.

The reason why I'm writing in the first place is because he's my inspiration. He's my motivation and enthusiasm to write. If I am to stop today, might as well give this to him as well. After all,

He is the reason why I started and that - I'm willingly to give up everything just for him.

"(F/n)-chan?" Kariya appeared in front of me, with my book on his hand. I smiled; so he's giving it to me? I shook my head and greeted.

"Kariya-kun." I nod at him and my heart wrenches again, but I shook it away. No more pauses; no more waiting, this is it. I pointed at the book and grinned. "I see you have my book?"

He nods, "yeah..." He cleared his throat and went near me, he held it out. He averted his face away to the ground. "I thought you might need it." He mumbled out, I smiled.

I shook my head, "Kariya-kun." I called out and he raised his head at me, I closed my eyes and shook my head. I trudged forward at him and pushed the book to him. He looked at it, then at me, surprise. I smiled at him, "I no longer need it. It's all yours right at the beginning."

He was dumbfounded, eyes widening. "Wh-what?" He shook his head, as if not believing. He even look confused. "I don't understand.."

I laughed at this, just a few more minutes and it's finally done. "You don't get it, do you?" Shaking my head, I smiled. "The reason why I write it's because of you, Kariya-kun. You are the source of my inspiration, followed by my family, my friends and then God. I write to express my feelings but now," I shook my head again, still having that smile, "It's done. I've already forgiven you Kariya-kun. You don't need to fret anymore. Oh, and this is my other book." Taking his free hand, I placed the book there, "It's all about you. About us actually." I sheepishly scratched the back of my neck, "But don't worry! It's nothing-!"

"(F/n), you made... Y-you," He gulped and almost trembled, "You made this just because of... Me?" He looked at me, pain and remorse visible in his eyes. His eyes looked glassy, almost in the verge to cry, and my heart wretched two times than the other one. I hate seeing him like this but I'm confuse. Why is he feeling this way?

I nodded, trying my best to look impassive, biting my cheeks to hold back a whimper and I choked out, "Y-yes."

The time seemed to slow down when suddenly; he embraced me, so tight as if he's afraid of everything - the fuse broke inside me and the pain and suffering I held back bursted out, I cried and whimpered, hugging him, feeling so weak and so vulnerable that I can't breath right now.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!" He trembled, his voice cracking. He squeezed me even tighter, crying; I even cried more. "I never knew," he choked out, "I never knew, that someone is caring a lot for me... Almost teared apart and yet still eagerly stands up and smiles despite everything I did..." He nuzzled my neck, "All these times, I'm being the source of your pain. I pushed too far - pushed you almost out of my life..." He released me, finally showing his tear-stained face at me. He held my face, "I'm really sorry. I just got jealous and I thought-" He shook his head desperately; my eyes widened, my heart letting a huge skip of beat at his confession. "But please, don't give up. You've done very well." He said and leaned in, our foreheads touching and we closed our eyes, relinquishing each other's warmth. Then he whispered, almost too barely for me to hear,

"I love you."

Then he captured my lips - full of yearning desire and passionate as if almost saying, 'Don't leave me.' He pulled me too close and I snaked my arms around his neck, his arms going around my waist - the books were now longer forgotten on the ground below. After what seems like eternal, we broke apart and smiled at each other.

"I love you too." I whispered, and we just hugged there, not caring if everyone sees us like this.

I knew that I no longer need to write my own story just to be with Kariya. Right now, we're going to write OUR own story and face the chapters hand in hand.

..~*~..

Luna: :'{ WHYYYYYYY????? Why you make this Celestia-chan! This is just perfect! *cries a lot* And the way there are some dramatic conflicts, waaaaah! This is sad and heart-warming! I'm so jealous! :'{ Whyyyyy oh why-?!

Celestia: *facepalms* Why do I even try... *stares at the last line* I suck writing the ending part. This is just...

Luna: IT'S PERFECT!

Kariya: ... *looks at Celestia* you made me a softie here? And Hurt/Comfort? Really?

Celestia: I'm in a masochistic mood today. Be glad that this story is not angsty or else... *smirks*

Kariya: *shivers* Pretend I didn't say anything.

Luna: ANYWAYS, next up: Genda Koujirou!

Sayonara!

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