Minggu, 12 Agustus 2012

Fanfiction NC-15 ‘Anata No Koto Ga…’

Fanfiction
Title       : Anata No Koto Ga…
Genre   : Romance
Ratting  : NC-15
Author  : Lisa Wulan Novianti
Cast       : Kamiyama Tomohiro (7west) x Yanagi Riisa (OC), Kotaki Nozomu (7West) x Hagiwara Reina (OC)
Disclaimer : anak 7WEST adalah anak 7WEST, Riisa oc punya ku dan Hagiwara Reina Oc pinjem dari Ucii
Warning : Ini fiction jangan dibaca anak kecil, ada adegan SMUTnya, terus ini fict pertama NC 7WEST  jadi mohon maaf kalo fail banget.

Anata No Koto
Suasana kelas tiba-tiba menjadi hening ketika Murasaki sensei datang dengan setumpuk kertas ditangannya. Sensei yang terkenal galak itupun masuk dan menuliskan sebuah nama di papan. “Yanagi Riisa” anak-anak dikelas 3-3 pun membacanya dengan pelan.
“Namanya Yanagi Riisa, dia pindah dari Kanagawa, bertemanlah dengan baik dengannya. Yanagi-san ada yang ingin kau katakan?” Tanya Murasaki sensei dengan nada yang tegas.
Gadis berambut sebahu itu menggeleng, poninya yang panjang menutupi hampir semua bagian wajahnya.
“Baiklah, kau bisa duduk dibelakang sana” Ucap Murasaki sensei sembari menunjuk bangku paling pojok dan paling belakang.
“Hahaha. Itu tempat Misaki dari anime another, mungkin dia akan menjadi Misaki didunia nyata” Ucap seorang gadis berambut kriting ala gyaru, dengan make up yang tebal.
“Apa yang kau katakan hah? Jaga mulutmu baik-baik!” Murasaki sensei membentak gadis itu.
Sedangkan Riisa tidak memperdulikannya, dia berjalan dengan pelan menuju bangku kosong yang terletak dibelakang itu. Lalu diletakannya tas kecil dipenyangga yang ada disamping bangku dan duduk dengan tenang.
“Kamiyama Tomohiro, yoroshiku ne~” seorang lelaki yang tingginya sekitar 170 cm itu menyapa Riisa. Riisa hanya mengagguk tanpa menatap Kamiyama, dan tanpa membalas uluran tangan yang diberikan oleh Kamiyama.
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#Kamiyama POV#
Wajah gadis itu tak terlihat sepenuhnya, sudah seminggu sejak dia ada dikelas ini, tapi seseorangpun tidak ada yang mendekatinya. Setiap hari dia hanya datang, saat istirahat dia memakan bentou yang dibawanya, lalu saat bel pulang sekolah dia pulang begitu saja. Tanpa seseorang pun yang memperdulikannya, dia jadi terlihat seperti sosok Misaki dalam anime another, dianggap tak ada walau sebenarnya dia ada.
“Kami-chhhaaann” Aku mendengar suara melengking itu lagi, dia tak lain tak bukan adalah Masuda Chieri, gadis kelas 2-1 yang menggilaiku, entah mengapa Chieri begitu menyukaiku, tapi kenyataannya aku memang keren ‘mungkin’.
“Aku membawa bentou untuk mu” Sebuah kotak bantou diberikan kepadaku, kotak bentou yang sama setiap harinya. Aku membukanya, dan melihat beberapa meetball dan menu yang lainnya.
“Terlihat enak, arigatou. akan ku makan dikelas. Jyaa~” Aku memasuki kelas, Chieri masih saja memperhatikan ku dari luar kelas.
Bruuuukkkk
“Bakayarooooooo. Kalau jalan matamu dipasang”
Bentou itu semuannya berantakan dilantai, didalam kotaknya tak ada satupun yang tersisa, hanya sisa beberapa bulir nasi yang menempel di kotak tersebut.
“Araaaaa” Chieri masuk begitu saja kedalam lalu tangannya mulai meraih rambut gadis misterius itu. Sedangkan Riisa hanya meringis kesakitan.
Untuk pertama kalinya aku dapat melihat wajahnya, mata yang besar, bibir yang hmm, menurutku sedikit sexy. Pipinya memerah, seperti memakai blush on, tapi rasanya dia tidak menggunakan bedak atau riasan apapun diwajahnya.
Riisa terus meringis, tapi tak satupun kata yang keluar dari dalam mulutnya. Hanya ringisan sebagian dari expresi rasa sakit yang dia terima.
“Yameyo! Bukan salahnya. Ini salahku” Ucap ku sembari menari lengan Chieri. “Kembalilah kekelasmu, biar dia kau yang urus. Dan kau ikut aku”
Aku menarik lengan Riisa. Dia hanya mengikuti aku berjalan, tak ada perlawanan sedikitpun yang dia berikan. Aku membawa gadis ini menuju koridor. Disini ramai tapi aku yakin tak satupun orang akan memperdulikan kita, karena koridor sekolah ini adalah koridor cinta, banyak pasangan yang saling mengobrol dengan romantic disini.
Sekolah kami memang memiliki kebiasaan aneh, menjadikan koridor sebagai tempat kencan para murid sampai guru konon sudah dilakukan sejak sekolah tersebut berdiri. Tanpa pengetahuan yang jelas tentang kebiasaan tersebut, pihak sekolah tidak mempermasalahkan hal tersebut, asalkan kedekatan kami tidak lebih dari berdekatan dan berpegangan tangan.
Aku menyudutkan tubuh Riisa disebuah tembok. “katakan sesuatu” Perintahku padanya. Dia hanya menunduk, membuat wajahnya semakin tertutup oleh poni rambutnya yang panjang.
Aku mendongkak wajahnya, lalu ku sibakan rambut itu. “Katakan sesuatu atau aku akan menciummu” ucapku lagi. Sembari memegang dagunya yang mulus.
Gadis itu tetap sajua diam, tatapan matanya sama sekali tidak melihat kearahku. Dia membuang pandangannya. “Kau benar-benar ingin ku cium ya?” Ucap ku lagi membuat geretakan padanya.
Aku mendekatkan wajahku, perlahan jarak wajah kami semakin dekat. Riisa masih tidak memandangku. Kini jarak wajah kami hanya tinggal beberapa mili. Mungkin jika ada angin yang meniup tubuhku kami akan benar-benar berciuman.
“Yamette! Anata no koto ga…. Daikirai!”
“Heeeehhhh? Ck, kau ini kenapa sih? Wajahmu cantik, tubuhmu bagus, rambutmu indah. Lalu kenapa kau menutup diri seperti itu? Lihat dirimu, rokmu terlalu panjang, lalu baju mu, ini terlalu longgar. Wanita tak seharusnya seperti itu”
Gadis itu menatap sekelilingnya, lalu tatapan matanya yang menunjukan kerisihan menatapku. Aku menjadi tak karuan, rasanya tak pernah aku berkata sangat teliti seperti itu kepada seorang wanita, lalu aku juga tak pernah ditatap dengan tatapan risih seperti itu. Rasa ini tidak menyenangkan sekali.
“Ck, katakan sesuatu lagi. Kenapa kau diam saja?” Tanya ku lagi, tatapan mata Riisa masih sama seperti tadi, masih menjijikan.
“Anta no koto ga DAIKIRAI” Riisa menampis tanganku yang menguncinya di tembok tersebut. Lalu gadis itu melangkah menuju kelas kami, seolah hal tersebut tak pernah terjadi disana. Sepanjang perjalanan hidupku, aku tak pernah mendengar seorang gadis membenciku, kebanyakan dari mereka menyukaiku.
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Hujan deras hari ini mengguyur kota Osaka, beberapa jam pelajaran aku tak dapat berkonsentrasi, 3 hari setelah kejadian itu, Riisa tak pernah membicarakannya, dan satu hal lagi, dia juga masih bernasib sama dengan Misaki dari anime Another, dianggap tak ada walau sebenarnya ada.
Bel pulang sekolah pun berbunyi, sialnya hari ini hujan tak juga berhenti. Aku menunggu didepan loker sepatu, menuju hujan yang tak kunjung mereda.
“Kamiyama senpai. tidak pulang?” Nozomu dengan tubuh tingginya menghampiriku. Aku mendongkak wajahku, karena kalau berbicara dengannya aku harus sedikit mendangak, maklum anak kecil yang satu ini berbeda 12 cm denganku.
“Menunggu hujan reda Tower-kids. Kau?” Tanya ku padanya.
“Menunggu kekasihku. Senpai bonsai”
Ucapannya membuatku tersenyum dengan miris. “jangan dekat-dekat, nanti ada yang mengira kalau kita ini pacaran” aku mendorong tubunya menjauh dari posisiku. Tak lama seorang gadis meneteng payung bening dengan motif hati disekitarnya.
“Senpai, Hagiwara Reina, kekasihku. Kami jadian sekitar seminggu yang lalu. Dia baru pindah dari Kanagawa”
Kata demi kata yang diucapkan Nozomu terdengar jelas ditelingaku. Nama keluarga mereka memang berbeda, tetapi Riisa juga pindah dari kota yang sama dengan Reina. Lagi-lagi kepala ku penuh dengan gadis misterius itu lagi.
“Etto, Nozomu, bisa ku pinjam payungmu? Kau berdua pakai 1 payung bisa kan?”
Nozomu mengangguk, lalu mereka mulai berjalan berdua, adik kelas ku saat SMP dan SMU kini tumbuh menjadi lelaki yang romantic, dia merangkul kekasihnya itu, membuat tubuh gadis itu lebih rapat lagi dengan tubuhnya. Mereka berdua perlahan mengilang ditengah derasnya hujan.
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#Nozomu POV#
Kamiyama senpai memang mengerti mauku, entah dia senpai yang paling mengerti diriku, tak salah aku bertemu dengannya. Keadaan ini membuat ku sangat senang.
“Oiya, ku dengar kakak mu sekolah disekolah SMU ini juga ya? Siapa namanya? Kau tidak mengenalkannya padaku?” tanyaku disela-sela deranya hujan.
“Nama kakak ku Riisa, dia sangat cantik loh, kalau kau melihatnya kau pasti naksir” Ucap Ichiko dengan pelan.
“hah? Apa? bisa kau lebih keras? Suara hujan sangat menganggu”
“Nama kakak ku Riisa, dia sangat cantik” Ucap Reina dengan nada yang lebih keras.
“Hah? Nani? Mou ichido onegaishimasu”
Reina berjinjit, lalu sedikit berteriak di telingaku, tapi karena tubuhku bergeser, tiba-tiba saja bibirnya menyentuh pipi sebelah kiriku.
Rosa tertunduk, aku tak dapat jelas melihat wajahnya, tapi pasti wajah gadis kecil ini sangat merah padam. “Gomen” ucapnya dengan pelan.
Aku tersenyum, lalu ku tatap wajahnya “Harusnya aku minta maaf, aku terlalu tinggi” ucapku dengan polos, karena tubuhku yang terlalu tinggi membuat banyak orang harus mendongkak wajahnya atau berjinjit. Itu sebabnya Kamiyama senpai memanggilku ‘Tower-Kids’. “Tapi aku senang, itu ciuman dipipi pertama yang kau berikan”
“heeehhh? Kau senang?” Tanyanya dengan wajah yang imut.
Aku mengangguk dengan yakin. Kini lengannya berada di pinggangku, aku pun merangkul pinggang Reina, tubuh kami semakin merapat lagi. “Ii desu ka?” Tanyaku pada gadis yang ku sukai itu.
Reina mengangguk, kami berdua berhenti ditepi jalan, hanya beberapa blok sampai kerumah Reina, aku menatap gadis itu. Dia mengangguk dengan yakin. Aku semakin mendekatkan wajahku, lalu bibir kami saling bertautan, dinginnya hujanpun terasa hilang begitu saja oleh kehangatan sebuah bukti kasih yang kami ciptakan berdua.

“Arigatou na. payung mu ku pinjam ya, besok ku bawa. Bye” Ucapku ketika Reina sudah ada di dalam rumahnya, menatapku dari balik jendela sembari tersenyum manis.
Aku berjalan, menuju rumahku, tapi aku berniat mampir kerumah Kamiyama senpai untuk mengambil payungku yang dipinjamnya. Semoga saja dia sudah sampai rumah.
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#Kamiyama POV#
Aku membuka payung yang dipinjamkan oleh Nozomu, dan mulai menembus hujan yang sepertinya tambah deras.
Kakiku melangkah dengan pelan, desiran angin yang kencang memperlambat laju jalanku. “Areee???”
Melihat tubuh Riisa yang basah kuyup dan menggigil aku mendekatinya, kaki ku berjalan dengan begitu saja, “Daijoubu?” Tanyaku sembari memayungi tubuhnya yang ada dibawah pohon besar yang ada diujung sekolah.
Aku mendekatkan wajahku, mencoba melihat wajah gadis itu, pendangan kami sedikit terganggu karena hujan juga membasahi wajahku. “Astaga”
Tubuh Riisa menggigil dengan dahsyat, matanya tertutup. Seperti mayat hidup yang menggigil, wajahnya pucat sekali. Aku tak mau melakukan apa-apa untuk gadis ini, tapi kalau aku tidak melakukannya dia akan mati kedinginan disini.
Aku meletakkan payung tersebut di sisiku. Dengan sekuat tenanga aku menganggat tubuh Riisa yang tidak terlalu berat, tubuhku jadi ikutan basa karena hujan juga masih mengguyur Osaka. Seperti tak ada ampun, angin dan petir pun ikut andil memberi kemeriahan suasana hujan hari ini.
Dengan sulit aku mengambil kunci apartemen kecil kau disewa oleh orang tua ku ini, mereka telah meninggalkan Osaka 1 minggu sebelum aku masuk kekelas 3. Aku tidak ikut mereka pindah, karena akan sangat merepotkan pindah di waktu kelas 3.
Aku meletakan tubuh Riisa yang masih terus menggigil, aku membuka jasnya yang sudah basah, lalu ku masukan kedalam keranjang cucian bersama dengan baju jasku. Aku membuka dasi pita merah yang dipakainya, lalu kancing pertama pun terbuka, aku melanjutkan membuka kancing kemeja tersebut, alau takut aku memberanikannya karena kalau dia tetap dalam keadaan yang basah maka dirinya akan membuat dia sakit.
Aku menatap tubuh gadis itu yang hanya menggunakan bra berwarna pink dan cd berwarna ungu muda tersebut. Tubuhku bergetar dengan hebat, sebelumnya aku tidak pernah melihat hal tersebut secara langsung, dadaku berdegup dengan keras. Aku melihat beberapa tanda, tidak lebih mirip dibilang bekas luka sayatan atau goresan benda tajam, lalu beberapa bekas jahitan di lengan bagian atas, perut dan paha. Walau keadaan udara dingin, tetapi tubuhku berkeringat dengan hebat. Dengan perasaan khawatir aku memakaikan kaos ku dan celana piama pada tubuh Riisa yang sudah kering.
Aku juga telah mengganti pakaian ku yang basah, sembari mengeringkan seragam kami yang basah, aku membuat nasi kare, makanan paling mudah dibuat bagiku, selama ini aku hanya makan diluar, tidak ada yang pernah memasak untukku selain Chieri yang membuatkan bentou.
Tingtooonnnggg
“Are? Sedang apa kau disini?” Towerkids itu masuk tanpa ku perintah, dia dengan santai duduk di sofa kecil yang ada diruang tengah.
“Pinjam bajumu ya senpai” Nozomu berjalan menuju kamar ku.
“Biar aku yang ambilkaaaann” Aku menahan bocah menyebalkan itu didepan pintu kamar ku. nozomu tidak bolah sampai tau kalau aku membawa wanita kedalam kamarku. Dia akan terus-terusan membicarakannya.
“Eh? Kare mu nanti hangus loh” Nozomu mengendus-endus seperti anak kelinci, memang mulai tercium bau kering dari arah dapur.
“Yabeee~ jangan masuk kau harus menungguku!” aku berlari menuju dapur, mematikan kompor dan segera berlali kembali lagi depan kamar.
Aku mendapati wajah Nozomu sudah aneh, dia pasti melihat Riisa. Tower kids itu memang bodoh dan menyebalkan. “kenapa kau?” tanya ku dengan nada yang datar. “sudah ku bilang jangan masukkan?”
Nozomu berjalan mendekatiku, wajahnya masih tetap shock, lalu dia berada dibelakangku. “kau sudah melakukan itu?” tanya nozomu dengan polos.
Pleeeettaaakkkkk
Aku menjitak kepala anak tower tersebut. “melakukan apa?” tanya ku dengan bodohnya.
“bagaimana rasanya? Kau sungguh hebat. Harusnya kau belajar untuk ujian kelulusan dan masuk perguruan tinggi, tapi kau malaaahh…..”
Aku tak lagi memperdulikan ucapan lelaki bodoh yang masih berdiri dibelakangku itu. Aku melangkah menuju kamar, Riisa masih tertidur, tapi tubuhnya tak lagi menggigil. Aku meletakan punggung lenganku di dahinya. Tubuh gadis itu mulai hangat. Aku memberinya sebuah kompres dengan air hangat agar dia membaik. Lalu ku biarkan dia tertidur.
“Dia siapa? Ceritalah. Kanojo? Cantik looh.” Nozomu telah menyediakan 2 piring nasi kare dimeja makan yang letaknya menjadi 1 dengan dapur tersebut.
“Temanku, dia baru pindah dari Kanagawa, Yanagi Riisa”
“Ehhhh? Yanagi? Kok Yanagi?” Ucap Nozomu dengan shock dan tiba-tiba berhenti memakan santapannya.
Aku menggeleng dan mengangkat bahuku. Tak memperdulikan wajah bingung si tower kids tersebut. Kami berdua hanya melanjutkan sisa makanan kami, lalu sedikit perbincangan dan aku menyuruh si tower kids tersebut untuk pulang karena waktu sudah menunjukan pukul 8.00 malam.
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Aku mengintip sedikit, gadis itu masih tertidur dengan pulas. Tiba-tiba saja aku tersenyum memandanginya. Lalu kembali kesal mengingat perkataan yang dia katakan padaku dikoridor waktu itu.
“Yametteeee. Yamette. Okaasaaann. Otousan Yamette yoooooo” Riisa berteriak, aku menghampirinya, memastikan kalau dia baik.baik saja.
“Yamette yo” jeritan itu terdengar lagi. Begitu terus menerus, aku hanya menatapnya. Kini mata gadis itu terpejam, tapi mengeluarkan air mata. Aku tak tahan melihat keadaan seperti itu, aku merengkuh tubuhnya dari tepi kasur, lalu ku peluk dengan tangan ku.
“Daijoubu. Daijoubu. Shinpai iranai” perlahan dia mulai diam, lalu matanya terbuka. Tapi tetap menangis. Aku hanya bisa melepaskan pelukanku. Melihat kepalanya yang penuh dengan keringat dan wajahnya yang penuh dengan air mata aku mengelapnya. “Daijoubu day o. kau aman disini”
“naze watashi koko ni iru?” Riisa melihat sekeliling kamar ku, sesuatu yang asing ada disekitarnya, aku tau pastinya akan seperti ini, dia akan kaget, dan sebenarnya aku tidak tau apa yang akan dia lakukan selanjutnya.
Pllaaaaaakkkk
Tamparan tajam mendarat dipipiku, “Seenaknya kau membawaku kesini” Ucapnya, sembari mengambil tas yang terletak di pinggir kasur. Dia bangkit dan langsung menuju keluar kamar. “Aku akan pulang”
Aku menarik lengannya, dia berhenti dan mencoba melepaskan tangannya. “Sekarang jam 1 tengah malam” Ucapku menunjuk jam besar yang terpajang diatas tv diruang tengah. “Saat pulang sekolah kau menemukanmu menggigil dibawah pohon didepan sekolah. Seifukumu basah, jadi aku membawa mu ke apartemen ku dan aku mengganti seragamu dengan kaosku”
Pllaaaakkkkkkk
Tamparan itu mendarat lagi dipipiku, rasanya sakit, tapi aku sudah berkata yang sebenarnya, aku berkata jujur pada gadis ini, sebelumnya aku tak pernah berkata jujur pada gadis yang ku suka sekalipun.
“Tidurlah, jika keadaanmu masih tidak enak aku akan bilang kalau kau sakit” aku menarik lengannya, menuju kamar dan membiarkannya beristirahat lagi. “Kalau ingin makan di dapur ada nasi kare kau bisa memakannya. Kalau butuh apa-apa bangunkan saja, aku tidur disofa ruang tengah. Oyasuminasai”
“Ka… Ka… Kamiyama”
“Hmm?”
Riisa tertunduk. Aku masih menatapnya. “Doushita?” Tanyaku penasaran.
“Anata no koto ga daikirai yo! Kedo, kyou wa a.. arigatou na” Ucapnya dengan tertatih.
“Un. Istirahatlah. Akan ku matikan lampunya”
Lampu kamar itu sudah gelap,pintu pun ku tutup dengan pelan, untuk pertama kalinya aku mendengar Riisa berbicara dengan banyak dan untuk pertama kalinya juga dia berkata ‘arigatou’ padaku.
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#Nozomu POV#
Pagi ini Reina meminta ku untuk menjemputnya, aku mengiyakan permintaannya, hubungan kami semakin hari semakin romantis, walau aku tidak pernah bertemu dengan kakaknya. Reina juga jarang sekali membicarakan soal kakaknya.
Kamipun datang kesekiolah, kekelas yang sama dan kursi yang berdekatan, Reina duduk didepanku, kami berbicara seperti biasa, membicarakan beberapa hal tentang pelajaran dan juga kegiatan yang kami lakukan, dan satu hal yang membuat aku dan Reina semakin dekat adalah, karena kami terpilih menjadi ketua osis dan wakil ketua osis, suatu hal yang membanggakan bagiku.
“Istirahat nanti antar aku ke kelas 3-3 ya”
“Kau melamun?” Tanya Reina yang sadar kalau aku terdiam tanpa kata, tak seperti biasannya.
“Heh? Tidak, apa yang kau bawa itu?” Tanyaku mengalihkan pembicaraan.
Reina tersenyum, lalu membuka tutup kotak yang dia bawa. Aku melihat sebuah cake bertuliskan ‘Otanjoubi Omedetou’ seingatku ini bukan hari ulang tahunku, atau ulang tahunnya. Hati ku bertanya-tanya tentang kejelasan cake tersebut.
“Hari ini, kakak ku ulang tahun. Jadi aku dan ibu membuatkan cake kejutan ini” Jelasnya, “Kemarin aku mengirim email padanya, dan dia bilang dia dikelas 3-3. Oiya, aka nada seleksi pemilihan ketua osis kan? Nozomu berjuang ya. Aku selalu mendukung mu” Ichiko tersenyum, kilatan cahaya yang indah itu sejenak tampil dihadapanku, memberikan sedikit semangat untuk menghadapi pidato pemilihan ketua osis minggu depan.
Kami duduk saling berdekatan, dia tepat didepanku, di barisan paling pojok dekat dengan jendela yang langsung menghadap kelapangan sekolah. Reina duduk dibangkunya, mengeluarkan sebuah kertas dan mulai menulis. Aku mendekatinya, menarik bangku ku dan duduk disebelahnya.
Otanjoubi Omedetou Riisa-Neechan. Semoga kau menjadi sosok yang lebih baik lagi, kenangan masa lalu biarlah menghilang seperti debu, lalu ku harap kau bisa menatap masa depan yang cerah bersama dunia barumu. Suatu hari nanti aku akan memamerkan pada dunia bahwa kau adalah kakakku yang terhebat.
Love Reina
Kalimat itu ku baca dengan detail, Reina menuliskannya dengan sangat riang, kertas berwarna pink dengan motif hati dipinggirnya itu.
“Kartu ucapan untuknya” Ucap Reina tanpa ku tanya.
Aku mengangguk. “Kau sangat menyayangi kakak mu ya?”
Kini Reina yang mengangguk. “Ku harap dia akan baik-baik saja” Ucapnya sembari memandang keluar jendela, memandang langit yang kosong saat itu.
Bel jam masuk sekolahpun berbunyi, semua murid bersiap, cake yang disimpan oleh Reina akan aman dilemari pendingin cafetaria sekolah. Aku memang menitipkannya sebelum jam perlajaran masuk.
Hari ini Reina tak banyak berbicara, bahkan dia jarang sekali menatapku, hati ku mulai bertanya-tanya. Mungkin dia sudah mulai bosan dengan ku, mungkin dia sedang tidak bersemangat, mungkin dia… Semua pertanyaan itu memenuhi kepalaku hingga pikiran ini hanya berfokus padanya, bukan pada pelajaran yang sedang diterangkan.
Jam di depan kelas menunjukkan pukul 11.58 Am, 2 menit sebelum bel istirahat, Minase sensei telah selesai memberikan pelajarannya. Dia menyuruh para murid untuk merapihkan buku-buku dan segera keluar kelas. Begitu bel berbunyi para murid langsung riuh membubarkan dirinya. Aku menari lengan Reina, berjalan menuju cafeteria untuk mengambil cake yang kami simpan.
“Ayo cepat, nanti kakak mu keburu menghilang dari kelasnya” Ucapku sembari berlari dengan kecil dikoridor sekolah yang sudah sesak dengan anak-anak dari berbagai kelas.
Reina ikut berlari sembari sesekali tersengal karena langkah kaki ku yang cukup panjang. “Tunggu disini, aku akan masuk dan meminta cake mu”
Aku datang menenteng cake yang tidak terlalu besar tersebut. Reina mengikatkan card ucapan pada lubang kecil yang ada dikotak tersebut. Kami berjalan perlahan, menuju kelas Kamiyama senpai, kelas 3-3.
“Kau mau tunggu disini atau masuk” Tanyanya ketika kami sampai di depan pintu kelas tersebut.
Aku memutuskan untuk ikut kedalam kelas, tetapi hanya untuk menemani Reina saja, aku tidak bermaksud ingin melihat kakaknya atau berkenalan dengan kakaknya, langkah pencegahan kalau nanti Reina cemburu.
Reina berjalan didepan ku, aku membuntutinya. Dia terus berjalan, ada banyak sekali gadis disana, mereka menatap kami, betapa terkejutnya aku melihat seorang gadis yang duduk dibangku paling pojok dengan rambut sebahu dan poni yang panjang, menutupi wajahnya sedang menyantap bekalnya, aku tak pernah melihat senpai dengan penampilan sadako seperti itu.
“Neechan, Neechan. Otanjoubi Omedetou~~” Mataku terbelalak, melihat senpai sadako tersebut yang dipanggil dengan sebutan ‘Neechan’ Oleh Reina.
“Kikinai ka? Otanjoubi Omedetou Neechan. Aku dan ibu membuatkan cake ini” Ucap Reina dan meletakkan cake tersebut dimejanya yang kecil dan kotor itu.
“Hari ini ulang tahun ku ya? Kau ingat? Terimakasih” Ucap senpai sadako tersebut dengan lirih dan sangat pelan, bahkan suara desiran angin saja lebih kencang dari pada suaranya.
“Un. Tentu saja aku ingat, kyoudai desyou?”
Aku memperhatikan percakapan mereka berdua, senpai sadako tersebut mengangguk dengan yakin, hanya satu kali anggukan lalu dari bibirnya yang tertutup dengan rambut mengucapkan kalimat ‘arigatou’ untuk yang kedua kalinya.
“Aku membuat cardnya juga, kalau begitu setelah kau makan cakenya jangan lupa kirimkan aku e-mail. Bye Neechan. Oiya, ini Kotaki Nozomu dia kekasihku”
“Aaa. Doomo, Kotaki Nozomu desu” Aku membungkuk. Senpai sadako tersebut mengalihkan pandangannya, seperti menatapku, tapi aku hanya bisa melihat sedikit siratan matanya yang besar dari sela-sela rambut yang menutupi wajahnya.
“Yanagi Riisa desu” Bungkukkan kecil itu diperuntukan untukku, aku tersenyum sesaat dan pikiran ku memutar, aku seperti pernah mendengar nama tersebut sebelumnya.
“Aku pergi ya. Jangan lupa mengirim aku e-mail” ucap Reina, menarik lengan ku dan melambaikan tangan pada Riisa.
Reina berjalan disampingku, tangan kami saling bertautan. Berjalan lurus melewati koridor yang diramaikan oleh setiap deretan kelas 3 yang sesak dengan siswa dan siswi disana.
TBC DULU YA~~~~~

Vexant Figuli Sanguine Miles

Author: FireFull12 PM
Harry Potter escaped prison and is on the run. Running to an Island where everything began to change for him. Soon enough there is someone named Harrison in Forks Washington. Harry/Jasper Slash please R&R
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Harry P. & Jasper - Chapters: 3 - Words: 10,550 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 68 - Follows: 132 - Updated: 07-15-12 - Published: 05-05-12 - id: 8088080 
 
 
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight
Warnings: Rated T but that may change in the future, Its rated for language, violence, and vampires cause that in and of itself should be enough to give a good warning. Ooh and in the future there will be slash between Jasper and Harry.
Summary: After breaking out of prison Harry Potter is on the run and getting places fast. Soon enough he finds an island that gives him just what he needs to keep surviving, the speed and strength of a vampire.
Author Note: Hello readers, once again I am writing another story because of my short attention span. ~Sigh~ its hard to keep updates going so in warning at the beginning I am telling you that updates for this story may very well be far and few in-between. Also that I have really bad grammar and I don't want this story beta'd because I want to get better at writing. Anyway now away from all that serious stuff I can tell you about this story. I have had this idea in my head for a long time and am only now writing it out. And I do hope that you like it but even it you don't please review, even if only to tell me you funkn' hate it.
Second Note: I got some suggestions on who to make the story flow better grammar wise by a reviewer by the name, Think I'm a grammar-phobe, let as all thank the anonymous reviewer who made my day by going as far as to give these directions =D ~Hugs review and gives cake~ Thank you ever so much and I hope that you will continue to read the story. Oh and thanks to the other people who reviewed to I loved them just as much ~Runs and pounces on them before giving cupcake~
Poll on Harry/Harrison's power choices on profile please vote. A reviewer asked aout Harry's power and his magic. I'm not sure what having hs Animagus form would be good for but its a maybe and Harry will still have parseltongue because it was put into his soul by Voldemorts soul.
Chapter One: Escape and Islands
Betrayal was something that Harry James Potter was knowledgeable about. He never expected it to happen to his however, and it hurt more than he could have even imagined it would. First he tried to figure out what he had done wrong that made them go against him, After all it had to be his fault right? Then the more he thought about it the more angry he got, I helped them, I destroyed their enemy and they did this to me, why?
You see Harry had basically been a soldier ever since he was in his first year of schooling at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. He hadn't known it at the time of course, he was too stupid. That has changed now and thinking back on it, the manipulation, the headmaster had not only set him up to become friends with Ronald Weasley but also made it so that he would become his tool to protect the immortality stone that was being kept at Hogwarts. In the end he even went against the man that murdered his parents to actually save the stone.
This manipulation grew throughout the years, into second year where Harry saved a young red head that had a crush on him that went by the name of Ginny Weasly. He did this by figuring out the mystery of the Slytherin heir only to find that once again it was Voldemort behind it. The dark lord was a memory that was preserved inside a dairy at the time, and the man had told his huge fifty feet long snake to kill him, only for Harry to kill it and Tom Riddle later.
Third year was by far the best year for the young soldier because he gained a godfather something that ruined some of Dumbledore's plans for him. He found out that this man Sirius Black was framed for having a part in his parents' murder only to later find out from the man himself that it was Peter Pettigrew. Harry had been all too happy that he finally had someone to get him away from his horrid relatives them reality set in, Sirius was an escaped convict he would be chased around the world by those trying to catch him. This was manipulated by Dumbledore who had known about the secret keeper change but sent Sirius to jail anyway. Know that his plans were back on track he didn't have to worry about his little pawn getting any ideas.
Harry's fourth year was one of the worst by far as everything else went. That was the year he was forced to play a part in the Triwizard Tournament that would bring Voldemort back to life. The tournament was dangerous for anyone to take part in and yet he, someone not even of age, was forced to take part. He then faced gruelling challenges and learned so much magic just to allow him to survive, he trained almost day in and day out for the chance on survival and that was what Dumbledore wanted when he made Harry join the tournament, Harry to be forced to learn more and grow stronger without him the headmaster actually having to step in, it worked. In the last challenge of the tournament however he was portkeyed off to a graveyard and a boy his own age was called a spare and killed in front of him. Soon enough he watched as Volemort came back was forced t duel with him, he barely got away with his life.
Nothing good came from fifth year either, as Sirius Black could tell you from beyond the grave. Everyone had turned against Harry believing him insane, no way Voldemort was alive they said, they soon found themselves proved wrong. Harry however was actually going just a bit crazy from having Voldemort in his head, to being rejected by the majority of people that knew him. He once again started to study the defense arts trying to get away from it all. Something pulled him back from burying himself in learning like Dumbledore planned and that was Hermoine Granger. She pulled him out of the funk he was in and got him to train a bunch of other kids in DADA and they even gave themselves the name of Dumbledores Arny. Soon enough however Voldemort learned more about the link that Harry had with him and used it to his advantage, sending him a vision of his godfather getting tortured, harry rushed to help. Dumbledore used this as a chance to get rid of the only fault he found in his plans Sirius. With Sirius dead harry lashed out but still remained loyal to Dumbledore after all he was a old man and made mistakes right?
There was no sixth or seventh year for harry potter as he was pulled into training in well everything. All of his school work was accelerated and he learned all that the school would teach him in just a few months then more so. Muggle fighting was taught, strategy was taught, hell they taught him languages. Anything and everything that may make the tool better, and Harry was still to idiot to it all believing that Dumbledore had his best interests at heart. Soon enough he was put out there to fight, to kill. That's what he did too, and it worked perfectly because as a light side figure he was what kept people going and fighting. All too much because when Harry finished the war he learned what pain meant.
Losing his godfather was heartbreaking and yet once the war was over he had once again been outed by society and the only ones to believe he hadn't gone dark were the DA, mostly Hermoine Granger, that didn't last long however because Dumbledore couldn't allow all his plans to be for not. So Hermoine was killed right in front of Harry as a sign of what would happen to those who followed him. His other supporters went underground and Harry eventually turned himself into the headmaster allowing himself to be put into prison, because he couldn't let anyone else die for him.
So harry was betrayed hurt, there was no end to his sorrow, the people he trusted turned against him and all the people who haven't were now dead. With this is mind he decided that he didn't want to stay in this place where all he did was remember it because of the Demontors he would escape and did.
He had secretly followed in his fathers and godfathers footsteps and become someone who could change into an animal, and no one knew so it would be easy for him to just break out of this hellish place. Quickly he turned into a snake and slipped through the bars, because of the snake that he was tough it was going to be easier on him than it was his godfather to get off the island prison because he was a water snake slipping into the water he tried to decide where to go, then he remembered a place that his godfather had told him off once. It was a island that held magical kind, including a Gringots back and a perfect place for the running wizard because they do not care about what the people there had done before they came there only that they didn't cause any problems once they were there.
It took a day to get there though and he was so tired when he got there that he fell asleep right on the shore of the island luckily someone was nice enough to pick him up. Looking around he moment that he woke up he took notice that someone that found him had just brought him up to safety started him a fire before he or she left, that was nice of them.
Deciding to go to the center were the bank was he ignored the looks that he was getting and quickly went to the bank that was in the middle of the town. Quickly going to one of the tellers he said, "I wish to have my identity confirmed and then transfer my old vaults to a new name before starting any other business."
The goblin came up to his waist but was Harry's height because of the chair that he was sitting in. They all had pointy ears and sharp looking teeth. This one was wearing a Muggle looking suit and had an almost full head of hair. Other than that the only thing that set him apart was his unusual looking skin that had a leathery feel to it but was pale. Well unusual for a human maybe but observing at the other goblins it seemed to be a trait of the race. He used a curt tone that could almost be taken as disrespectful however Harry knew differently. The goblins value money yes but they value time a lot more and speaking fast and clearly was the best way to show them that you respect their time. The answer tat he got back was a sneer but a polite sneer ant the answer, "Of course please come this way."
Quickly enough his identity was conferred and he got right to business, he knew exactly what his vaults held, potter's were heirs of many famous families and they had a lot of money congregated about a billion in U.S dollars. Not only that but he also got all of the money from the families he defeated named all the pureblood families that followed Volemort. So he was rich and quickly enough he had transferred all of his vaults to a new name Harrison Evens Simpson. With that his new name came to be. He quickly thanked the goblins for their quick work and went shopping, not to mention he would need a place to live, even if temporary.
This time when he got outside he took greater notice of the shops and the people around him. The streets were lively and there were kids playing around everywhere. There were broom sticks up in the air but soothing else surprised him about what the kids were playing, Muggle sports. Looking closer at the people around him he took notice that they were, well magical, seemingly using a lot of Muggle products including attire, games, and technology. The feel of the place was happy, comparable to Daigon Alley before the war with Voldemort had started. He felt sad at the thought and quickly got rid of it for the time being, now was not the time for mourning he could do that once he was settled.
First thing was first though and that was getting something vaguely good looking to wear, despite everyone being friendly he could tell that they were still giving him weird looks because of his prison garb. Looking at a close by the Muggle garments shop he grinned and thought, I always preferred Muggle accessories over robes anyway.
Walking into the shop it was apparent that they were up to date in all the Muggle fashions. The shop itself was lined with many clothing racks and in the middle were circular turning racks. First thing was first though find a good looking woman to help you find his new attire, because despite the fact most men know that shopping with a woman was the worst thing you could do, Harry actually liked shopping and never minded shopping with a woman, not to mention they always knew best what looked good.
Looking toward the register he walked up to a blond teenager who looked about a year older than himself, He could tell by the lack of frown lines on her skin. She had blue eyes that had a hue of green and a body that would make many men crazy. Her youthful face shows exactly what she thought when it came to his outfit The girl was obviously very conscience of what people should wear and by the way she was looking at this stripped clothing, she would do anything, even help him shop just to get rid of the thing in here sight.
Harrison once finished stripping up to her asked, "Hi, my name is Harrison Simpson and I was wondering would you mind helping me choose a whole new wardrobe because as you can most likely tell I need it desperately." He finished pointing to himself.
The woman snorted in disgust at the clothing but said, "Of course Hun, we can find some things that would look great on you I'm sure once you get rid of that thing that you are wearing at the moment." The woman smirked a bit at him, obviously joking around a bit and showing she meant no offense by her words.
The raven haired teen chuckled and nodded simply knowing it was true and watched as the woman got out from behind the cash register and started leading him around and making him try on different clothing to see what looked better on him. The outfits were all name brand, he noticed as he tried on different types ranging from jeans to leathers, and cotton to silk. In the end he had over twenty different matching clothing and other things that he liked that went along with the other clothing. Walking out of the store he never felt better. He thanked the woman for all her help profusely, he didn't know what he would have done without her.
Looking around for the next stop he would make he noticed that the other people that were staring at his weird clothing before we're once again staring but for an entirely different reason this time. He was wearing black combat boots, black skinny jeans, and an emerald green silk shirt. He could tell that the looks were different because in a few he saw lust, he snorted a bit.
Next thing he needed to do was to go to a potion and a book store because despite the fact he wasn't a big reader he needed all the advantage he could get before the wizards noticed that he went missing from jail and that meant he would be in need to nutrition potions to get him back to full health.
Walking into the store however something grabbed his attention a book that was on the far wall lined up with others that read ritual. However the moment he laid eyes on it he noticed that it was written in the snake language and he could read every word. It was a weird feeling, nothing like when talking in the snake language that always felt natural, when looking at the writing it was weird that he could see the scribbles turn into legible English. Somehow he knew that his book was the one that he would need ignoring the others around he walked up and grabbed the book before looking around grabbing the potions he needed and quickly paid and left. He needed a place to sleep and stay for a while well he read the book and exercised so that he could get into top shape again.
Walking outside he immediately started looking for a hotel. Noticing on he walked in. The place was simple and done mostly in white and brown, having a almost homey feel to it. The receptionist was in the middle of the room and he quickly walked up and waited for the man to give the typical how may I help you before he got down to business.
Speaking quickly he said, "Yes I would like a room for about a month and possibly longer." The receptionist who looked to be about middle aged and had a slight gray coloring in his hair said in a calm tone, "But of course I will have someone lead the way and the payment in half now and half when you leave, have a nice stay and don't hesitate to let us know if anything is wrong or if we can help you with anything."
Nodding In agreement he quickly spotted the young man that would be leading him to his room, he didn't speak on the way there as he was too caught up in his plans. He decided that he would settle down somewhere in America after he was ready to leave this place. Hopefully somewhere with little to no excitement and he could get some down time. Before he knew it the young usher had him at the door to his room, he nodded politely and gave the man a tip for his troubles.
Walking into the room he noted the warm colors and comfortable looking furniture that was there. A comfort that he had not had it a long time. The floor of his prison wasn't exactly the best place to sleep after all. Before anything else though he knew it was in his best interests to eat something, after all you aren't giving the best food in prison and he hadn't eaten in days. Going into the small fridge that was in the room he choose a ham sandwich and some milk and sat down to the best meal he had in ages.
After that was done and over with he really did want to get started on that book that he bought. Going over the the bed he took out the book and laid down, then he started reading. The subject matter was interesting of course, rituals usually were however there wasn't anything in there that would help him all that much or so he thought until he saw an interesting little thing that would do just what he needed.
Vampirism Ritual
Allows the user the senses, speed, and strength of a vampire without the immortality or the need to drink blood. The main reason why this ritual isn't used and this is the only book that it is in would be because whoever uses this ritual will lose their magical power, and only some people would gain a gift in return. In and of itself it's easy to use all you need is a little bit of the vampire venom and inject it into yourself,once you say the following…
Effectus veneni purificare corpus meum mihi quod volo facere
This means, Purify my body of the poison and make its effects on me what I want.
After you have done this the effects will become gradually over the next week. Remember though that you will no longer have magic, only possibly gain a gift. My warning to you is only to use this if you are completely certain that this is what you want.
Harrison blinked down at the book for a moment before he began thinking over what he had just read. The speed to run away from the people following him. The strength to defend himself if necessary, and the sense to know when they arrived. All of it was exactly what he needed however there was that little thing about losing his magic but upon thinking about it he realized why would he want his magic anymore. All it had done was set him onto a world of heartbreak. Sighing he knew that this was what he was going to do, hopefully this wouldn't rebound on him. For tonight however he would be safe and get a good night's sleep, it had been awhile after all. He could worry about it in the morning.
End Chapter One
Author Note: Well there's the first chapter I hope you liked it, please review on your way out and let me know what you think. I didn't want to make Harry immortal yet, because I think that would be a great plot device to use later…. Anyway I can't wait to make Harrison meet Jasper ~Squils like fan girl~
Anyway until the next update
~FireFull12~

Rosemary, For Remembrance

Author: deliarium PM
Connor McKinley has a conversation with his little sister after returning from Uganda. Set in the same 'verse as "Sanctuary."
Rated: Fiction K - English - Family - Elder McKinley - Words: 601 - Published: 08-12-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8422766 
 
 
Connor McKinley had been home a week and a half from Uganda. Really, it was almost as if he had never left: his father was still as gruff and austere as ever, and his mother still used him as a sounding board for her rants against abortion, immigrants, and homosexuals as he dutifully helped her prepare the pies for the church bake sale.
But his sister was a different matter. Lillian McKinley had just been a little girl when he had left, on the edge of puberty. And now she had blossomed into a young woman, all awkwardness faded away into repose and elegance, and with aspirations as bright and gleaming as her blue eyes.
Lillian was going to play Ophelia in her school's annual Shakespeare production, and Connor was helping her to get ready for tonight's dress rehearsal.
"See, I finally learned how to braid my hair by myself," she said with a shake of her fair head. "I don't do it half as well as you do, though."
"It looks very lovely," Connor said admiringly. "I always wanted blond hair. It goes so much better with pink."
"I like your hair. It reminds me of autumn and apples and maple leaves."
"Thanks. I'll have to remember that next time somebody calls me a ginger."
She giggled. "You still haven't told me much about your mission, big brother. Did you make lots and lots of friends?"
"Many friends, and quite a few enemies. It's a very exciting story."
"I'll bet it is. You seem so different ever since you came back. Not in a bad way, just...different." She scrutinized him closely, as if trying to deduce the answer somehow from his carefully sedate demeanor.
"Let's just say I realized some important things about myself. Things that I'd been trying to run away from my entire life. But I can't run away from them any longer."
"What kind of things?"
"It's...not easy to explain."
"Did you fall in love?" she asked slyly.
Connor smiled. "Well, that's certainly part of it."
"Ooh, this does sound exciting. A tale of passion, drama, and romance, set along the backdrop of Africa. They should make a play about it, with me as a star of course."
"There was no romance, Lillian," Connor said, laughing. "And I'm afraid it wasn't very dramatic, either."
"But there was passion involved?"
"At least from my end, yes."
"Why then, that's all that matters. A great story can exist without drama or romance, but it can't if there's not someone wanting something."
"You sound very old and wise, for someone who just recently turned fourteen."
"Well, if I am going to be an actress, I am required to play many parts that are much older than I. Anyway, you haven't told me anything about this mystery love of yours. Is she smart? Beautiful? Funny?"
"All those things, except one."
"Now you're being deliberately cryptic. But I guess looks never did matter that much to you."
"Little sis, one day I will tell you the whole story, but for now you are going to stand still so I can finish hemming up your dress."
She obliged, humming tunelessly to herself as Connor put in the rest of the pins. Then she swayed and fell into his open arms.
"I missed you so much when you were away, big brother. Please say you'll never leave us for that long again."
"I don't plan on it," he said, very quietly.

Heavy Rain, Light Conscience

Author: hillbythetree

 
The little house sat on the corner of Whitewood and Ennis, looking strangely out of place. Perhaps it was the roof, sagging in on itself as if the house had grown weary over the years. Or maybe it was the addition, which had been hastily stacked on the side of the building and was painted in two different colors, as if the contractor had changed his mind halfway through the job. Overall, it projected a somber air, and the people who passed by would hold their breath instinctively as they approached, as one does at the side of a deathbed. Perhaps it was some animal instinct that told them to do so- perhaps some shadow or shape in the bushes told of the decaying dreams that had dwelled there once but now lay rotted in the attic. At any rate, the little house at Whitewood and Ennis was not pleasant to behold, and the paltry rent reflected that fact.
But Kevin Price could look past the chipped shutters, the cracked concrete, the faded paint. After all, he valued having a roof over his head slightly more than his pride.
On this day, as he pulled up the driveway in his beat-up blue sedan, the muggy air weighed over the neighborhood like a curtain of lead. He let the engine sigh to a stop, but did not open the door. Instead, he leaned back in the seat, tapping his fingers against his thigh and thinking. Just thinking.
He thought first of the dilapidated house and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It dwelled perpetually on the forefront of his mind, the disheveled silhouette forcing a sigh from his throat as he put the car in park. He would shelve his agitation by assuring himself repeatedly that he would move out soon and get a house on the better side of town.
But he didn't believe that, of course. Kevin had lived on the corner of Whitewood and Ennis for going on five years. The promise, by now, had lost all resemblance of meaning.
His thoughts quickly turned to deeper things, to tax returns and credit card bills and how he was going to pay the lawn guy next month because without him the house would lose what little order it had retained. The little worries piled up until they seemed insurmountable, impossible even. But he could ignore them for now. Forgetting, or at least postponing the inevitable, was the only protection he had anymore.
The car door slammed shut, and with it his thoughts on those matters.
He dragged himself up the driveway and down the little brick path, up the concrete steps and onto the bristly doormat. A small ceramic food bowl was lying on the mat, and a small black-and-white cat as well; it let out a meow and twitched its tail at the sight of its benefactor. Kevin smiled sardonically and pushed the food bowl to the side with his foot. As usual, the cat made no attempt to move.
It stared at him with wide blue eyes, as if it knew something it didn't particularly want to say. Kevin sighed and nudged it with his foot. "Come on, cat," he said. "I need to get through."
The cat blinked once, but it acquiesced, padding over to the far edge of the porch with its tail swishing high in the air. "Thank you," Kevin muttered, only partly sarcastic. The cat sat with its back turned, declining to reply.
As Kevin stepped inside, the artificial coolness greeted him like an old friend. The house, in all its inexpensiveness, wasn't large by his middle-class standards, but it was enough; and what "enough" was, Kevin hadn't bothered to define. The rooms stood still and quiet, cool and dark with the exception of the lonely light he'd left on in the kitchen. When he swung the door shut, the slam seemed to punctuate the silence.
Thunder rumbled outside as he glanced out the kitchen window. It was dark, unusually dark for a June afternoon, the sun's face folded over by a thick blanket of clouds. The cloud cover cast shade over everything, as if the street were obscured by a giant shadow. It would rain soon. Another victory for the weatherman on Channel 7.
Kevin turned to the stove, letting out a silent sigh. He stood there for a moment, his mouth pressed thin, his fingers resting on the smooth granite countertop. Anxiety began to grip his chest again, but he ordered himself to focus on the present. Pasta salad.
Kevin had been thinking of pasta salad on the drive home, trying to rid himself of the anxiety that dogged him. He'd been set on it for dinner. It was a little comforting, Kevin thought with a smile, that the ingredients were so familiar and inexpensive.
He had just put the water to boil when he realized that it was raining. The raindrops were a welcome sight in that hot July, shaking the leaves of the bushes and beading themselves on the windowpane. They made a soothing sound, undemanding and regular against the airy hiss of the stove, and Kevin stopped in his preparations just to listen.
As the water in the pot boiled louder and harder, so too did the rain escalate, until it rattled the windows and flooded the brick walkway. Runoff streamed down the driveway and into the street, a muddy river flowing into the sea. The storm had draped itself above the weathered house, and the sun-withered branches of the bushes waved wildly back and forth as if heralding its presence. Kevin paused in his dinner preparations, watching the rain streak down the window. The pot bubbled warmly on the stove beside him.
Between his cooking and the weather, he missed hearing the minivan pull up to the sidewalk. The cat twitched its ear at the sight of its passenger, but it didn't make a sound.
The driver got out and shut the car door, but Kevin made no notice of it, absorbed as he was by the downpour and the tough thwick-thwick of his knife against the cutting board. As the lone figure dashed up the driveway and onto the walk, its presence obscured by the storm. But after it passed, Kevin paused and set his knife down. There was something strange in the air, a noise that shouldn't have been there. Glancing over his shoulder, he reassured himself that the kitchen was empty.
When he turned and looked out the window, all was obscured by wind and dark.
The doorbell surprised him with its insistent tone. It chimed in the entryway, slightly impatient, seeming to demand his presence. Had Corynn forgotten her keys again?
Kevin set the knife down, wiping his hands on his pants. "Coming!" he called.
His shoes squeaked on the hardwood floor as he crossed the long hallway. The windows by the door were so fogged that he could hardly see through, though he noticed without thinking that Corynn was wearing a new coat. He swung the door open. "Cor-"
And then, he stopped. Because it wasn't Corynn at all.
For standing there was Connor, sopping but defiant on the front step. He looked so much older than the boy who'd hawked religious tracts in Uganda, but at the same time, so much was the same: his hair, his ears, the way his fists curled when he got impatient. Kevin's eyes widened, and his grip became frozen on the doorknob. "Connor," he said, almost to himself.
Connor took a deep breath, his eyes staring straight into Kevin. "Hello, Kevin," he said.
Kevin suddenly became aware that his mouth was hanging open, and he shut it quickly. "Um… would you like to come in?" he asked, gesturing to the hall behind him.
He let out his held breath as Connor nodded. "Yeah," Connor said, smiling tightly, "I would."
When they reached the little kitchen, Kevin glanced at Connor warily; Connor didn't even look at him. The wooden chair let a groan slip out as it took Connor's weight. Kevin opened a cabinet door, rustling through the pantry shelves. "Do you want tea or anything?" he asked over his shoulder.
Connor nodded heavily, watching the back of Kevin's head. "Tea would be fine."
Kevin turned the boxes around to look at their labels. "Green, Earl Grey, Black, Herbal…"
"Earl Grey is good, thanks."
The microwave filled the kitchen with its insistent, low humming. As Kevin's fingers drummed on the counter beside him, his gaze caught Connor's for a split second. Something about Connor seemed sadder to Kevin. His back was as straight as his days as mission leader, but his face wore years and years of worry.
Kevin turned away, feeling old all of a sudden.
A kind of thick awkwardness hung in the air as the cup rotated on the microwave tray. It made the kitchen feel too small for the both of them. Connor recognized the feeling with familiarity, while Kevin felt like his every breath was being examined. Outside, the rain beat a heavy rhythm on the roof. A branch beat again and again against the window, as if it wanted to come in.
Finally, Connor spoke. "You've got a cat," he said.
His observation shook Kevin for a moment- but he quickly went along with it. "Yeah," he said, laughing a little. "It just- I don't know- showed up one day."
"Oh. Does it have a name?"
"Actually, it doesn't. The…" He cleared his throat. "Corynn doesn't like him very much."
Connor just nodded, focusing on something in the near distance.
Kevin noticed Connor's expression; his gestures became even more expressive. "It was a kitten when we found it. We fixed it up and got it back on its feet. Corynn, well, she's not a cat person… but it hung around."
Connor coughed into his hand. "That's nice," he said, staring down at the table. "Really."
The timer beeped cheerily, and both men jumped. Kevin went over to put the teabag in, setting the timer again, watching Connor out of the corner of his eye. "So, how's work?" he asked.
He heard Connor shift, and turned around to face him. "Something wrong?" Kevin asked.
"Kevin, why are you ignoring me?" Connor said suddenly.
Kevin blinked. "What, do you think I'm ignoring you?" he asked, the air suddenly feeling very warm. "I haven't been ignoring you! I invited you in." He stressed the word "invited", straining it out between his teeth.
Connor's mouth tightened, straight as a fuse. "I sent letters," he said tersely, "Tons of them. I called your home phone and your cell."
"How'd you get my phone number, anyway?"
Connor shook his head, his voice charged with anger. "I asked your mom, Kevin. She didn't even know who I was."
Kevin folded his arms, his lip jutting out as he spoke. "Well, that's great!" he said with false enthusiasm. "And how is it any business of yours what I do, huh? Considering we haven't talked in, oh, eight years!"
"And whose fault do you think that is?"
Kevin flushed, the way he always did when he was accused. "Connor, you worry too much," he said. "My business is my business."
Connor curled his fists. "Oh, gosh, Kevin, don't start this again."
The timer beeped abruptly. Kevin opened the door with a jerk, grabbed the cup, and set it down on the table as the liquid sloshed over the sides. It sat there between him and Connor, steaming cajolingly, tea rolling down the sides in rivulets.
Connor took a deep breath before speaking. "I've been worried about you," he said, looking at Kevin.
Kevin's chest had tensed. "You shouldn't be," he said roughly. For a moment, his thoughts flashed back to the darkness of the Ugandan night, to the whispered arguments behind the bathhouse of the mission.
The memory dissipated with a surge of frustration.
"Kevin." Connor seemed to want to say something, but he stopped abruptly. He seemed to be struggling with something, but he finally worked up his courage. "Kevin, I don't think you're happy."
Kevin scoffed under his breath. "You don't-"
"I don't what?" Kevin's dismissiveness had touched a nerve in Connor, and he was letting it all go now, rivulets of little things rushing together and becoming a river. "I can't tell when you're happy? Because I can, Kevin, I can!" He slammed his fist against the table, shaking the tea in its mug. "I've always been there for you, so why shouldn't I know if you're happy or not? I've always been there for you, Kevin! I've always known you, so tell me why you're hiding it!"
Kevin tried to answer, but Connor cut him off. "No," Connor said, his teeth gritted. "Give me the truth for once."
As he searched for what to say, Kevin felt that old doubt creep into his chest. He took a long, labored breath, releasing it slowly. "I did… what I did, because I wanted to."
Connor looked at him with a kind of sordid disbelief.
"Not because of you, not because of anyone else." Kevin considered the floor, then looked back at Connor. "That's it."
"You know that isn't true," Connor said, frustration heavy in his voice.
Kevin shook his head. "And why do you care?" he asked, not doing a good job of hiding his desperation. "Why are you even here?"
There was something in Connor, fighting to get out- but he clamped down and didn't answer. He seemed to be weighing something in his mind. Finally, he cleared his throat. "I was evicted today," he stated as plainly as he could.
"What?" Kevin felt a strange mixture of suspicion and pity as he searched Connor's face for answers.
But Connor shook his head. "I came here," he said carefully, his eyes on the cup before him, "because I still care about you, Kevin."
Kevin's eyes were weary, but something caught in his chest. "Why are you here?"
When Connor looked up at him again, his blue eyes were devoid of anger. "I just want you to be happy," he said, the rain nearly drowning out his words.
Kevin leaned back on his palms, resting against the counter.
"Kevin," Connor sighed, "you helped me a lot. And I don't…" He trailed off, shook his head, and rose from the chair. "I'll go now."
Kevin started forward. "Wait!" he said, the words more a reflex than anything.
Connor looked surprised, but he sat back down in his seat.
As thunder rumbled outside the window, Kevin crossed his arms across his chest. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. He seemed to be chewing on what to say.
"Connor," he said slowly, as if he were pulling a knife out of his chest. "I miss you."
Connor seemed crushed. His face sank with pity as he regarded Kevin with those familiar blue eyes. "Oh, Kevin," he said, "Oh, Kevin, I can't miss you anymore."
A passing instance of something flickered on Kevin's face, but other than that, he barely reacted. He seemed to pass through the years in an instant, pulling back to a place where the darkness protected him. After a moment, he spoke. "Corynn will be home soon," he said steadily, like he was reading his line from a scrap of paper.
Connor leaned forward. "Kevin… do you love Corynn?" he asked.
Kevin said nothing. His whole body seemed slumped now, his expression stony, like he didn't want to admit something.
"Kevin." Connor leaned forward, his arms crossed against the table. "You can still change. You can have a better life." And with every word, he seemed to believe it.
Several booms of thunder sounded, rolling into each other like breakers against the shore. Kevin looked up. "Corynn is coming."
Connor shook his head, standing up again. "I'm going to leave."
"Don't go." Again, his words seemed almost a reflex. He began to panic, digging for the words, any words, that would make Connor stay, because he somehow needed Connor more than ever.
"Kevin." Connor's voice was incalculably tired. "Kevin, what do you want me to do?"
Kevin paused. And he couldn't answer.

Connor McKinley glanced up at the dull, gray horizon, at the drops of water making little plips as they beaded, swelled, and jumped from the roof's rim. The air was warm and heavy again, and the only rain was the shower of water that fell when wind shook the leaves of relieved trees. The thunder sounded again, but it was small and far-off. A bird sang in the bushes, adding a soundtrack to the dull sounds of the storm's passing.
Connor regarded the view with a world-worn stare. He looked down, sighed, and ran his thumb over the ear of the black-and-white cat, which had padded over to him when he first sat down. The cat looked at him, its blue eyes narrowed. It seemed to want to tell him something, its curved throat white and careful as it began purring.
Shaking his head at nothing in particular, Connor stood up. He inhaled the earthy breeze, then glanced down at the cat. "Take care of him, okay?" he said gently.
The cat blinked and didn't answer.
Connor left his presence at Kevin's house like an unconquerable shadow; like the shadow of the cat's hood as it waited patiently, never leaving. The cat yawned, looking tired but sleeker than ever- a testament to Kevin's careful care, even as his house crumbled around him. It flicked a tatted ear at the drops blowing from the rain-soaked trees and eyed the man as he walked away, his gait so wearied but certain.
Connor McKinley was never coming back. But he was right there by Kevin's side, every single day.

The tires of Connor's car sprayed puddles into the air as it drove away from Kevin's house for the last time. A female driver watched it curiously as he turned the corner. The new driver pulled into the driveway, right next to Kevin's sedan, her kitty heels clicking against the concrete as she got out. Her keys jingled in her hand as she carried a bag of Chinese take-out up the walkway.
She shook her head at the cat but made no attempt to move it. Then, she thumbed through the keys with one hand and found the right one. Inserting it into the lock, she turned it with a twist of her wrist.
To her surprise, she found the door already open.
And the cat sat on the corner of the doorstep, watching it all.

Via : fanfiction.net

Show You The World

21 01 2006
Hermione sighed loudly and closed the hotel door to her room behind her. The day went by so slowly and all she wanted to do was get home for Christmas. Only two days remained till Christmas Eve and looked to be the first holiday after the war that she actual felt excitement bubbling within her. She walked into the room as she shrugged of her out robe to just be in her jeans and plum colored jumper. A smile on her lips usually remained on her lips since about two months ago after running into him. Happily, Hermione sat at the small desk of the hotel room as she put away the remaining notes from the conference she had been attending for the past five days. The longest amount of time away from her new beau and she could hardly wait to see him, Viktor Krum, the next day.
Their once innocent relationship back in her fourth year with a few kisses and lingered touches nowhere compared to their relationship now. How times had changed the both of them. The war caused her to enjoy every moment of life because every new day created a new chance at life. When she ran into Viktor at a Post-War gala, Hermione refused to let the man, who could be described as the one to start the love within her heart, out of her life, even if it was just friends. Viktor’s English cleaned up much over the years through the war and she knew he had her heart the moment he spoke, ‘Hermione,’ perfectly. Yes, the accent remained but his pronunciation hit her first name on the dot.
Viktor also changed over the course of the years and quietness around her seemed to no longer be a problem. When he once preferred to just sit and watch her study, now he loved to talk about everything and anything. One night he confessed that he began reading from seeing her love for knowledge and decided to read for the simple fact of learning. Not for school or research but the gaining knowledge and power that learning brought with it but also a common interest with her. During his travels with his Quidditch team, he started taking books that he saw her read during the short time that they had together. Then he would gain interest in the subject and read other books to expand his growing thirst, such as she so loved to do, as they corresponded about them through their letters.
Yet, views and information were not the only things she always saw in those letters during the years since their mutual breakup before the war. No. There showed feelings of love but also of patience. In the back of Hermione’s mind, she knew that he would always be there for her waiting, if she ever decided to start again and give ‘them’ another chance. The years may have passed and she maybe twenty-six, but she finally gave into the urge to take the opportunity to see if their relationship could go any where. And it had.
Hermione smiled as she took a glance at the dozen white roses he sent to be in her room before she had arrived for the conference. The lateness of the day caused her to yawn and her body stretched upward in feline motion. Then a tap at the double doors to her balcony caused her to practically jump in her chair. With wand in hand, she headed to the curtained off entrance and she felt the coldness of the winter air radiate from glass panels hidden by the thick brown curtain. Quickly she threw open the panels to reveal a sight that caused her smile to come back.
There, on the balcony of her hotel room during the middle of Paris’ worst winter, hovered Viktor on his trusted broom as his thick cloak whipped around him from the harsh wind. Hermione unlocked and pushed open the door, which immediately caused her to wrap her arms around her to keep her warm. She quickly walked up to him and threw her arms around him firm body as his mouth sought out hers. Once their mouths joined, Hermione’s knees went weak as they normally did when he kissed her with such passion that took her strength away and he pulled her onto his lap.
Suddenly Hermione felt her feet off the ground as he moved his lips down the side of her neck and wrapped her body tightly in the warmth of his cloak. She looked up into his eyes with a little fear of being on a broom after so many years. “I am very glad to see you Viktor, but can’t we go inside and have a proper greeting. Like without clothes.”
He smirked as he kissed her once more and she could tell his body agreed with her suggestion but he pulled back and said, “I vant to show you around Paris. Nothing like seeing a city covered in snow and all lit up.”
Okay, his English wasn’t prefect but it made it all that more endearing to her. Yet, flying around the foreign city on a broom at eleven at night didn’t exactly get her thrilled. In his eyes, Hermione knew he wanted share his love of flying with her and was attempting to in a way that would please her sightseeing-loving soul. Viktor held tightly onto her as he began to rise up in the air and he glanced back to her eyes as he said, “I vant to show the vorld, Hermione. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered and desperately clung to his body as they began to glide through the air so gently.
Over his shoulder, Hermione saw the beautiful scenery of the city of love covered in white snow. Not a word passed between the two as they traveled over city, nearby towns and country sides. Her hands slowly relaxed she he continued to hold her body tightly and the feeling made her feel so safe there in his arms. After about an hour of flying and sightseeing by the moonlight, he came back to the doors of her hotel room and helped her off the broom to the solid floor of the balcony.
Viktor leaned the broom against the railing as he once again brought her willing body against his in the warm of his cloak. He kissed her cheek as Hermione rested her head against the firm span of his broad chest and listened to his heart beat wildly. He let his hand weave into her thick curls as he turned her chin to bring her face to his. He whispered, “Thank you. I- never mind.”
Hermione saw doubt in his eyes as he tried to look away but she refused to let him. “No, please say what you were going to say.”
He closed his eyes and held her even more tightly against him as he confessed, “I meant vhat I said earlier. I vant to show you the entire vorld. I know it is vay too soon to say this but I want you to know the truth. I have been in love vith you for years and I vill vait till the end of time vith the hope that one day you may return the love I feel. I vant to marry you, Hermione Granger. But I vill vait till I know you are ready.”
Tears of joy flowed down her cheeks at his heart-felt confession and stood up on her toes to kiss him soundly on his lips. “I agree it is too soon. But some day, I think, I would like to see with the world with you as Mrs. Viktor Krum.”
“Oh, Hermione,” he replied as he brought his lips gently back down to hers and their kisses quickly turned into passion that needed to tended to. Viktor effortlessly lifted her body and walked into the room as he kicked the doors behind him with the back of his boot. “Now, I remember you said something about a proper greeting without clothes.”
He lowered her on to the bed as she chuckled, “Yes, I think I did.”
The End
Written by: Granger2Malfoy
Via : fanfiction.wordpress.com/romance 

TERDEMEK-DEMEK

UEE           : Pemirsah kembali lagi bersama Saya UEE dalam acara TERDEMEK-DEMEK!! Kali ini kita kedatangan klien cowok ganteng. Siapa namanya mas?
Donghae    : Donghae, mbak.
UEE              : Aduh jangan panggil mbak dong, panggil UEE aja
Donghae     : oke, UEE Bolu atau UEE donat?
UEE               : ITU KUE!! -_-
Donghae      : oh maaf, ini saya datang sama adik saya *nenteng Dora*
UEE                : Hah? Kok mau sih mas punya adik mirip mangkok bubur?
Donghae     : Eh mbak jangan sembarangan ya! Siapa bilang dia mangkok bubur!!
Dora               : makasih oppa ^^
UEE                 : Terus apa?
Donghae        : tatakan gelas!! HUAHAHA
Dora                : jahat  :(
#DoraKembaliTersakiti
#PrayForDora
#DoraPastiKuat
UEE                   : anyway, mas Donghae ikut acara Terdemek-demek ini mau nyari siapa ya?
Donghae         : Saya mau nyari sodara kembar saya, mbak. Kita dipisahkan sejak umur 10 tahun :(
UEE                    : uhh sedihnya, siapa nama kembaran mas?
Donghae       : Namanya saya ga tau mbak, inisialnya A. Yang pasti dia mirip banget sama saya, satu yang saya punya, alamat rumah dia mbak.
UEE                   : Loh kenapa mas ga langsung ke alamat itu?
Donghae           : udah mbak, tapi ternyata itu alamat palsu :(
Backsound Ayu Ting-Ting – Alamat Palsu
Donghae           : Dora, ngapain joget?
Dora                  : hehe kebawa suasana
UEE                    : haha saya baru liat upil gajaha joget
Dora                  : jahat :(
UEE                  : maaf, sengaja ko. Eh anyway gimana caranya kita nemuin sodara kembar kamu?
Donghae              : denger-denger sih dia sekarang lagi di penjara mbak, gara-gara ngatain nenek orang udah ga perawan.
UEE                   : -__- kamu tau penjaranya dimana?
Donghae          : tau mbak.
UEE                   : yaudah besok kita kesana. Pemirsah besok kita akan melanjutkan perjalanan ke tempat dimana saudara dari mas Donghae ini berada. Tetap saksikan Terdemek-demek yang turut dipersembahkan oleh The botol sosro. Sambil menyelam, minumnya tetep the botol sosro. Kita kembali lagi besok hanya di escetepeh satu untuk semua! Bye.
***
Keesokan harinya…
Uee               : Pemirsah, kembali lagi bersama saya UEE dalam acara TERDEMEK-DEMEK!! Masih bersama klien kita, Donghae. Apa kabar mas Donghae?
Donghae       : Baik, mbak.
UEE                : adik mas yang namanya Dora kemana? Ga diajak?
Donghae       : Oh dia, saya tinggal di rumah, lumayan buat ganjel pintu
UEE               : ya ampun -_- yaudah sekarang kita akan menuju tempat saudara mas Donghae. Di Tahanan Kebon Jengkol ya mas?
Donghae         : iya benar.
Merekapun menuju Tahanan Kebon Jengkol.
Sesampainya disana, mereka bertemu security bernama Ren.
UEE                : maaf pak, saya mau Tanya. Apa benar ini Tahanan Kebon Jengkol?
Ren                  : Iya benar.
UEE                  : bapak ini siapa ya?
Ren                   : saya security disini.
Donghae         : buset dah, security apa nikita willy?  bening bener *.*
UEE                   : oh, kepala tahanannya ada ga?
Ren                    : ada, silahkan ke ruang kepala tahanann aja. Dari sini lurus, belok kiri, ada got, nyebur!!
UEE                     : jiah si bapak bercanda, yaudah makasih pak *lempar receh*
Ren                      : sial!!
Sesampainya di ruang kepala tahanan.
UEE                     : permisi saya UEE dari tim TERDEMEK-DEMEK sedang mencari kembaran dari mas ini, yang dari info kami dapat, ditahan disini.
LeeSooMan     : oh, namanya kembarannya siapa?
Donghae           : namanya saya lupa, tapi inisialnya A.
LeeSooMan     : waduh, sebentar ya saya cek dulu.. Ah, yang ditahan disini yang namanya dari huruf A cuma ada satu, dia ditahan di ruang nomer 861015.
UEE                    : buset nomer ruangan apa nomer togel -_-
Mereka bertiga pun menuju ruang 861015.. Dan benar! Ada satu pria sedang duduk, posisinya itu persis posisi pria galau yang susah move on.
LeeSooMan        : nah itu dia, yang inisialnya A.
Tanpa basa-basi Donghae langsung menghampiri. Pria itupun berbalik badan dan……………. WOW!! Mereka benar-benar mirip!! Sontak pria itu berteriak “DONGHAE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Donghae tampak shock dia melirik ke arah nametag pria itu dan sontak berteriak “ARIEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Mereka pun berpelukan.
Donghae : Ariel, akhirnya kita ketemu lagi, sumpah gue ga nyangka bisa ketemu kembaran gue disini. Btw lo masih di Peterpan?
Ariel         : ga usah bahas itu, yg penting kita udah ketemu. Mbak, Mas, makasih ya udah mempertemukan saya sama kembaran saya. *lirik UEE dan kru Terdemek-demek*
UEE          : Iya sama-sama. Pemirsah itulah akhir dari terdemek-demek episode ini. Ternyata kembaran mas Donghae sudah ditemukan, yaitu Ariel Peterpan. Selamat kepada mas Donghae. Oke kita ketemu di Terdemek-demek episode berikutnyahhh. Bye.
END
Donghae vs Ariel


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Uji Nyali Dunia Lain di Korea

Sebelumnya gue cuma mau bilang kalo cerita ini horror abiss!! Pas lagi baca, mending sering nengok ke kolong kasur deh. Takut ada setan, ru? Bukan takunya ada barang lo yang ilang eh taunya ga sengaja ada di kolong kasur -_- *curhat
Cast terpilih:
Eunhyuk
D.O
Amber dan
Kyuhyun.
Cast lain bisa aja bermunculan. Lo semua harus nyimak. Yang fangirl kalo takut peluk gue aja. Kalo yang fanboy ru? Peluk guling masing-masing -_-
Oke mulai~~~
Malem jumat kemaren Eunhyuk, D.O, Amber dan Kyuhyun ikut uji nyali “dunia lain” di kuburan “asem manis”.
Mereka uji nyali bersamaan, tapi tempatnya beda-beda. Masih di kuburan “asem manis”. Btw itu kuburan apa permen? -_-
Eunhyuk di tempatin depan nisan “marijah binti asep”, D.O di deket tiang kuburan, Amber di pager kuburan, dan Kyuhyun di WC kuburan -_-
Syuting udah di mulai! Sebelomnya kalian tebak dulu siapa yg bertahan sampe akhir? Eunhyuk, D.O, Amber atau Kyuhyun?
Oke skip!!
5 menit berjalan.
Kamera tertuju ke tempat Amber di pager Kuburan!!  Amber udah gelisah, posisinya udah tengkurep telentang. Tapi Amber bertahan, dia tetep diposisi walaupun ada angin yg bikin rok-nya (?) ke angkat. *btw amber pake rok? -_-
Kamera ke posisi D.O di deket tiang kuburan, Terlihat penampakan sekelompok makhluk di sekitar D.O, sekitar 6 makhluk yg ngelilingin D.O. Serem sumpah!!
Ternyata 6 mahluk itu member SMASH yg ngira D.O itu morgan, D.O pun gagal karna keluar dari posisi dan pergi baareng SMASH. Ya, D.O gagal!! Tapi jangan khawatir, D.O, Senyum Semangat!!
Lalu kamera pun tertuju ke tempat Eunhyuk!! Semua heran, eunhyuk tampak fokus di posisinya, ga ngedip, ga gerak. Hebat!!
Setelah di selidiki kenapa Eunhyuk fokus gitu, ternyata dia lagi ngeliatin “nyamuk yadongan” pantes ga ngedip -__-
Tapi tunggu!! Eunhyuk pun gagal ternyata! Kenapa gagal? Karena nyamuk ysng yadongan-nya pindah posisi, Eunhyuk tetep focus ngikutin nyamuk yadongan itu. -_-
Eunhyuk pun peserta kedua yg gagal setelah D.O, Eunhyuk beranjak dari posisinya dengan muka kecewa. Eunhyuk bukan kecewa karna kalah, tapi dia kecewa karna nyamuknya berenti yadongan -__-
Next
Kyuhyun di WC kuburan jadi sorotan kamera berikutnya, terdengar suara halus di sekitar kyuhyun yg bilang….
“sudah, cebok dulussanahh”
Kyuhyun ngakak sampe kencing, dia lari-larian kaya orang sarap, dia bingung kenapa ibu-ibu mie sedap ada di lokasi syuting -_-
Kyuhyun pindah dari posisinya, itu artinya dia juga gagal.
Kyuhyun: sial! Gue kalah gara2 cebok dulussanah!!
Peserta yg bertahan satu-satunya adalah Amber! Amber, pemirsahh!! Kamera pun ke arah tempat posisi Amber.
Terlihat sesosok mahkluk sejenis tuyul di dekat Amber!! Baru aja amber mau di nobatkan sebagai pemenang, tiba-tiba
Makhluk botak itu mendekat ke arah amber, amber ga kuat. Dia lambai-lambai ke arah kamera. Ah!
Amber ngelambai-lambai ke kamera? Kalah dong? Engga! Ternyata dia ngelambai-lambai sambil ngakak.
Amber teriak
“WOY, pak sutradara!! Ini ngapain si Yesung di sini? Wkwkwkwk. Cepetan suruh pergi, kita kan lagi syuting”
tuyul kok berkharisma -_-
Ternyata makhluk botak itu Yesung -__-v syuting bubar, Amber jadi pemenang.
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