School Girls' Stories - Year 2

A/N: For those who were asking for exact descriptions, I have added a chapter at the end of Year ONE to describe the characters. If you want other characters added their feel free to e-mail me, or review and let me know who you want added. I want more fanart!! Two pieces of work isn\'t enough for my greedy little mind!

Okay, now on to the next chapter!


Chapter 19 – One Day in Front of an Apartment Building

Fuji stood outside of the familiar apartment building and looked up at the impending stories that were the homes of hundreds of people. Some were family apartments, most were apartments of bachelors or college students. She looked up at it, finding the exact window that was his, three floors up. From her place on the ground she could not see if anything had changed. She did not even know if she wanted anything to change. She really did not even know why she was on the sidewalk in front of his building when she should have been anywhere but here.

She walked towards the door of the building, turning the knob and about to open the door, but then she went back down the porch, afraid to go into the building. What would she do once she was in? Would she talk to him? Would she hide? Why was she here?

Fuji kept walking back and forth, like a plum idiot, not knowing what to do. She wanted to see him, she was dying inside without him, but at the same time he was right. They were not meant for one another. He was… and she was… She could not even remember why they were not right for one another any more.

Fuji turned from the door, ready to just leave and try this again on a day when she had more courage, but the door opened, straight into the spine of her back, knocking her forward to have her falling down the steps of the entrance. She was about to strike cement when a strong hand grabbed the back of her shirt and held her, mere inches from the ground, her nose could have skinned it had the person been a second later.

Fuji thought this was going to be sweet irony, Amatsu saving her from a fractured nose, just as she had been walking from his building, but when she was lifted and placed flatly on her feet she realized how horribly wrong she was. She looked up at a man who filled out a white tank top quite nicely, sweat dripping over his shoulder from overexertion. For a moment Fuji had every desire to lick her lips, but then those beautiful red eyes caught her staring and Fuji wanted to scream.

“What are you doing here, Devilin?” she sneered.

“I’m helping a friend move,” Devilin said, his perfect smile painted across his devilish face. “Did you come here to watch me lift boxes?”

“Ugh… no,” Fuji snapped. She started to step away, but Devilin’s arms were still around her waist and he pulled her back against his chest… his hot, sweaty, ever so perfect chest.

“Aren’t you even going to thank me for saving your nose?” Devilin asked, whispering into her ear.

“Not when you are the one who nearly broke my nose,” Fuji pointed out, trying to pull away from Devilin’s strong arms. “Besides, who do you know from here that’s moving.”

“My friend from childhood, I used to idolize her.”

“Her?”

“You sound jealous.”

“Hardly!” Fuji snorted, pushing harder at trying to escape, but Devilin was holding her with ease. He lifted her against him so her feet were not touching the ground any longer and suddenly she felt every curve of her body even more.

“I never knew you were from around here,” Fuji said, though she was very aware of his body reacting to hers.

“I grew up here, then went to Europe with my family, then came back because my family are dead beats,” Devilin pointed out, one of his hands sliding over her shirt, upwards towards the curve of her breast, while the other kept her lifted in the air.

“Then you should know this is improper behavior in Japan,” Fuji gasped, her foot connecting with his shin. He let out a sharp cry of pain and finally released her. She began to step back from him, but the door swung open once more, and only Devilin’s pull on her arms kept her from being knocked down the stairs once more. Fuji was about to say something about it all being his fault when she noticed who stepped out.

“Fuji?” Danko looked over towards Devilin and Fuji in the corner huddling by the door.

“Tell me she isn’t the friend you are helping move,” Fuji grumbled to Devilin.

“You mean Fuji is the girl you have been telling me about Devin?” Danko asked, calling him by a cute nickname, which for some reason did not sit well in Fuji’s stomach.

“Fuji, let me explain what Danko means,” Devilin began.

“Oh no,” Fuji said, throwing up a hand to keep any of them from speaking any more than they should have been. “I do not need an explanation. You are my step-father’s nephew, nothing more, who happens to be friends with the bane of my existence. No, really, please do not explain any more.”

Fuji turned away from Devilin and began down the stairs, sickened by the two of them, just because they were who they were, and for no other reason. She was halfway away from the building when Danko gripped Fuji’s arm and pulled her back.

“Not so fast,” Danko began.

“Oh no,” Fuji snapped, pulling away from Danko as Devilin came back down to join them. “I have enough of you at school, I don’t need you here.”

“You mean Fuji’s the one you were telling me about from school?” Devilin asked of his friend. The three had a moment of dawning realization how close their lives were connected, and it creeped them all out rightfully.

“All right, enough of this,” Fuji snapped, losing her temper ever so slightly. “I can not deal with this. I have three days left of summer vacation and I do not want this to complicate it.”

For the third time the door opened, and Fuji was grateful she was on the sidewalk and away from it, until she saw who was walking out. Fuji’s eyes locked on Amatsu and her whole world melted away and for a moment it was just the two of them, staring at one another, one pair of aquamarine eyes staring deeply into another’s. She could not read his eyes, she could not read the look that was there except to see shock. Shock was not enough.

It felt like they had stared at one another forever, but it was a split second, and she had her head turning away from him before she could help herself. One minute she had been arguing with the two people surrounding her, the next her fists were wrapped into Devilin’s tank top and she pulled him tightly to her body.

“Kiss me,” she hissed, in a husky voice that said more than she meant it to.

“As you wish,” he smiled, and bent down to lay his lips upon hers. He kissed her with the same passion he had felt in the music room at the manor, he kissed her with the same passion he had felt boiling inside of him since he had met her, and she kissed him back. Her passion was somewhere between need and despair, but he would take it. He wanted it enough to ignore the reason she was kissing him and to wrap his arms around her and kiss her back.

“Unbelievable,” she heard Amatsu murmur, walking past her and onto the sidewalk. It killed Fuji to hear him say it, it killed her to react that way, but she made her biggest mistake, she did not try to explain. She lowered herself off of her tiptoes and buried her face into Devilin’s chest and just allowed him to hold her while the love of her life walked away from her down the sidewalk.

“I have to go,” Fuji said when she knew that Amatsu was completely out of the way and no longer visible to the naked eye. She looked up and both Devilin and Danko had changed their looks of longing to looks of pity, which only served to infuriate Fuji’s frail temper more. She did not say it, for once, she kept the biting words to herself, turning on her heel and walking away from the apartment building, with the taste of Devilin’s lips still on her tongue, and the memory of Amatsu’s eyes burned into her mind.