I Will Find You
A Recca no Honoo fic
By Tenshi no Ai
These characters...I have used, abused, and didn't pay for their respective bills to the hospital, psychologist, whatever...they should just be happy that I don't own them!
(A/N: Yes, this is the END~! Reviewers, and then onto the epilogue!
The Blue Sorceress
Epilogue: An Outdated Phrase
My name is Kirisawa Fuuko. I'll be a graduating senior this March. I'm a sprinter on the track team, which a certain friend of mine persuaded me to join because she herself was forced to become a manager for said team... I shoot a nasty glare at Yanagi, who's writing all of this down.
She looks up from her notebook and deflects my look with a particularly sweet grin. It practically says, I'm so sorry that that particular fact you have just stated is true, but we're friends, so it's okay, right?'
Out loud, she says, Go on, Fuuko-chan.
Wow, she's so far gone in the creative process that she's not even attempting to be polite. Of course, since I'm so fit and blessed by all the kami--
--especially Fuujin-chan, I smirk, no one else on the team can possibly equal my speed--
Except for Aoi-chan...
--except for Kagura, but she's not on the track team because she works at the flower shop after school, I lean forward in my chair and grab my thermos of tea sitting on the table that stands between Yanagi and I, I'm done now, right Yanagi-chan?
She looks up from her notes, an expression of utter shock slapped on her face. Done? But, Fuuko-chan, we haven't even fully started! A character has all sorts of attributes that we haven't even covered yet! She begins to lecture on the proper proponents of creating a main character for a manga. I tune her out because, frankly, I've gone through this already with the unusually frantic Sakoshita Yanagi.
Yanagi's in a rush to become a published manga artist sometime during the age of eighteen, cause she wants to follow the example of her favorite artist who had been published at that age. Since Yanagi's eighteen birthday is in two months from now, in February, she's really starting to get scary.
What does this have to do with me? Yanagi says that I have an interesting character', because I'm so cool, y'know? So, she wants to make her main character like me, which I thought was really cool.
Of course, then I experienced the phenomenon of that which is manga-ka Yanagi'.
Domon warned me. He warned me many times. He knows how she is, since he's chained into being her tone-applying helper'. But did I listen? Of course not. Kirisawa Fuuko loves a challenge.
And I was hoping that it'd help make the time go faster.
...anyway, let's get into the love life of Hiiragizawa Tokio'. Fuuko-chan?
...Love life? I start choking on my mouthful of green tea. ...I don't HAVE a love life, remember? I manage to spit those words out painfully, I don't WANT a love life, remember?
Yanagi glances around, which is pretty odd considering that we're in an empty classroom, hours after the last class ended. She sets down her pencil and brilliantly smiles at me. Would you like more tea, Fuuko-chan?
Don't be so dense, Yanagi, I snort, setting my thermos on the table again, the only place for someone like me is in a shounen manga, so please don't be asking about my nonexistent love life.
My best girl friend looks at me thoughtfully, then she makes a movement to pick up her pencil again. Shounen...shoujo...in either one, there are still humans, right...well, mostly. But anyway, everybody strives to make relationships, and there are so many different kinds of relationships. Especially...for love.
I narrow my eyes.
I know you don't want to talk about Raiha-san. It's been two years, right? Her eyes are full of pleading and sadness, but...we're friends, aren't we Fuuko-chan?
She's right. I don't want to talk about Raiha.
Yeah, it's been two years since I've last seen him.
A whole two years of having to be the Fuuko everyone knows, even though I didn't feel like it. A whole two years of wondering...of wondering when he'd return. How exactly he'd make his return. Of course he'd make it like a subdued surprise, like he just happened to casually be there. A whole two years of thinking about how my first kiss felt. A whole damn two years.
The only thing I've figured out in that time is that I could never be a damsel in distress.
The waiting would kill me.
Yeah, we're friends, but...it's still kinda not something I like to think about--
Since I think about it everyday
--and I mean, it's all depressing stuff anyway. I mean, c'mon Yanagi, it's not really your problem.
I'm delaying. Simply delaying. If I were the me that everyone knows, I'd charge right in and bitch about Raiha and how he expects me to wait for him and all. But then again...
It's not like I'm interested in anybody else.
Yanagi smiles at me, and I know instantly that she won't force the issue. Tokio-chan can just not have a love life right at the beginning. That's probably best, anyway.
I lean forward and rest my elbows on the table with my chin supported by my palms, mentally relieved that this is Yanagi that I'm talking to. She doesn't push issues, not like stupid Recca. Hey, Yanagi-chan, why don't you draw a manga about all of us and our adventures a couple years back?
She looks at me thoughtfully, then slowly picks up her notepad and pencil and leans down toward her bag. When she's done putting everything away, she lifts her plain schoolbag onto the table and uses it like a pillow, facing the door, her long wheat-colored hair scattered messily on the table. That'd be something... she says absentmindedly, but it's a little too violent for me to draw.
Is Recca coming to pick you up? I ask, already knowing the answer. She cranes her head so that she's looking at me, a small smile decorating her face. Well, I'm going to go now, I promised Ganko that I'd play with her today, I stand up, grab my thermos and bag, and make for the door.
Before I close the door, Call me later, Fuuko-chan, escapes the room.
The night shrouding my scenery, I softly pad along the lake in the park. It's frozen over completely and the snow never stops crunching beneath my shoes. There's no one around, cept for a couple of meandering lovers much more bundled up than I in my school uniform could hope to be.
Feh, it's not like they ain't warm enough, having each other...
Great, I've gone bitter. That's why I didn't wait for Recca with Yanagi; they're so annoyingly happy, and it...gets to me sometimes.
Kami-sama, I sound so disgusting.
How else will my personality change while Raiha's away? By the time he gets back, I'll pro'ly be some weepy woman who'll conveniently forget all her fighting skills or something. Yay for being in love!
...I didn't just think that I was in love...did I?
Dammit, you'd think that if stupid Raiha was gone for two freakin' years, that whole out of sight, out of mind' rule would work or something!
I stop walking.
Nah...I guess it doesn't work like that.
Stupid Raiha...kami-sama, I'm...moping...
Stupid Yanagi! She's the one who had to bring up all that love life stuff...
Ah, who am I kidding...stupid me...I'm going to need a good fight or something to get my mind off of all this mopey-bitterness shi--
Hey, look at the butch in the school uniform.
--Oh, thank you VERY much...and here I thought I'd have to trek over to Domon's place...
I turn around, a grin already on my face. Three poor excuses for men are a ways behind me, leering in a strangely Fujimaru-ish way. Eww, I don't wanna think about that pervert... Something you're looking for? I call out to them.
Yeah, we were wondering bout your cost, one of the assholes thinks he's being clever, hmm? I drop my bag, and they begin to hoot and holler. I should drag Mi-chan from Tokyo University and show him these jerks as examples for monkeys.
I cost far more than all of you could afford, in my sheer giddiness my smile threatens to crack my face, but a fight with me is always free...
When they stumble away from me five minutes later, the rags they call clothes torn up even more and all bloodied up, I wonder if I'm being too kind in my old age.
Raiha wouldn't have gone down so fast...
I clench my fists, feeling my short nails cutting into my palms. Even a fight can't help me get my mind off of him! I've done everything I could to stop thinking about you! I started studying with Domon and his chibi tutor, played with Ganko all the time...hell, I joined the track club! Dammit, dammit, dammit! I swing my fist out in pure frustration. Why won't you just leave me ALONE!
And my fist connects with something...and it falls away.
Not a tree...
Oww...but I've only just gotten back, Fuuko-san...
It...it can't be...
I turn around slowly, a weird feeling building up in my stomach. I look down, all these emotions colliding like they were playing pachinko inside me.
He stands up, brushing off the snow on his clothes--black jeans and a dark blue sweater, my mind instantly tells me--and his hair--it's still as long as ever, my heart sighs--and then he looks at me, with that same smile that he almost never drops from his active facial expressions archive'. Tadaima, Fuuko-san, his voice is still the same, gentle and neverendingly friendly.
Raiha...after a year...you're back...
He starts to look a little quizzical, then slightly spreads his arms. I think he expects me to leap into his arms and never let go, or something equally girly.
Wickedly, I smile, my fists hidden behind me and ready to properly welcome him. My knuckles are gonna be sore for a couple of days, I just know it.
But it'll be the last time I'll ever have to do this special' welcoming.
I will find you.
We won't need that phrase anymore.