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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
56
Views:
8,456
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fuji's Lies
For those of you unfamiliar with the Japanese school system, here is a small lesson, though I guess it is a bit late. In high school a freshman is the equivalent of what an American Sophomore would be. Grade ten is the first year of high school, which is only a three year school. Junior high is a mixture of 7 - 9, or 6 - 9, depending on the elementary that the children went to. So, when she is referred to as a freshman, but is in fact fifteen and in tenth grade, this is why.
A fun fact is that children have to take tests to determine which high school they would go to. The difference is Fuji would probably have tested much higher than Yuki and Shai and gone to a more prestigious school, which may not have been in walking distance. Students have to travel by bus or train most of the times to reach their school. However, to make this work, it\'s easier to give them a pleasant mixture of personalities.
Chapter 21 – Fuji’s Lies
Fuji walked home by herself, her bag heavy in her hand. She walked particularly slowly home that day. She had spent two nights away from her mother’s home, and she was more surprised that her mother had not gone breaking down the doors of her friend’s houses. It just was not like her mother to not overreact, unless she had called the school to see if her daughter had shown up that day. That was a very possible reaction.
Fuji’s feet pounded on the sidewalk, resounding in her head with a dark foreboding echo. Her heart beat in tune to her footsteps, like a disc being skipped at just the right moments. Fuji began to enjoy herself, playing a game and sound between her steps and her feet, trying to do anything to take her mind off of the impending conversation that was close.
In her daydreaming state she did not see the figure directly in front of her. She stepped out, slammed directly into a solid figure, and began to fall back. A figure caught her arm and pulled her back up, keeping her steady on her feet, then she heard the shocked voice. “Fuji?”
No… Fuji began to shake. No, it could not be him.
Fuji looked up into nearly identical aquamarine eyes and wanted to pass out instead. There she stood dressed in her sickeningly cute high school uniform, with the emblem on the vest that showed exactly which school she went to. He did not miss a beat. He had seen her coming from down the street and had waited to see if she noticed him and her reaction, and now he was looking in her face and watching the horror stretch across it.
He reached out, fingering the emblem on her vest that read, with great horror, the number 10, signifying the year in high school. He did not know what to do.
“Amatsu,” Fuji said quietly. She began to reach her hand up, to grasp his, but he pulled away quickly. He stepped back away from her, shaking his head.
“You’re a freshman?” he asked with venom. He looked at her, seeing her for the first time, and seeing the resemblance of a high school girl written all over her. Despite the other night and her hardships with her mother, she was filled with innocence. She had a naïve quality for being such a smart girl, and he saw it written all over her right then. It took only an instant for everything to click.
“Wow, you were a good liar,” Amatsu snapped, stepping back away from her.
“I can explain,” she said calmly, though calm was not what she was feeling at that moment.
“Then explain,” he said with a definite tone to his voice.
Fuji sighed, this was going to be more difficult than he was allowing it to be. “If I had told you how old I was from the beginning, would you have continued an interest in me?” The way his face sort of contemplated, she knew his answer was no. “See,” she said. “My only chance of getting you to notice me was to lie. If you had known I was a freshman in high school, then what? Would you have decided, here I was, so beautiful and perfect, to heck with it? No, you would have known how wrong it is.”
“And knowing you doesn’t make it any more right, Fuji,” Amatsu snapped. “Fuji, it is statutory rape. What I am doing is wrong. There is just nothing to deny that.”
“Yes,” Fuji admitted, embarrassed to be having this conversation on the middle of the sidewalk through town. People stopped to look at them, but they were passing glances. Fuji and Amatsu were keeping their voices pleasantly low. “Amatsu, I know it is wrong, and I’m very sorry. I know I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I did.”
“How am I supposed to trust you now?” Amatsu asked, taking a step back from her. He was beginning his escape; Fuji was watching him do it with horror.
“Because I have never lied to you about anything but my age, and my school,” Fuji admitted. “It’s not like I lied to you when I said I am a cellist, I just left out where I played. I never lied to you when I said I was at University level, it was true I just took the test from a high school. I lied when I said I was saving up money for college, because my mother has my college fund squared away. Please, Amatsu, stopping backing away from me.”
Amatsu turned his back on her, beginning to walk away from her. His head was on fire with the anger he felt at being duped by a high school freshman. He had fallen in love with her, and all of this time she had done nothing but feed him lies. He did not need this from some girl. He was a gentleman, but he was in no way a man who would just stand around and be lied to. She was fifteen, fifteen damnit! She was a child, and the other night he had slept with her, taken her virginity, and bragged about it to his best friend the next day, though he had been nothing but concerned for her welfare.
He was halfway down the sidewalk when common sense struck him. He loved her. He loved her and did not want to lose her just because of her lies, but he needed more time. How was she reacting to this? It would help him to see her, to read the tears of sorrow in her eyes.
When he turned back, Fuji had already gone.
~*~
Fuji could not stand to watch him turn his back on her. Her heart stopped, thumped, and her feet did the only thing they had itched to do since he first bumped into her. They ran. She turned away and just ran off, towards home, and towards more misery. She knew she would be caught sooner or later, why hadn’t she just confessed to him instead of waiting for him to find out in that exact way?
Fuji ran into her house only to come face first into an open palm. Her ears rang with the pain of her mother slapping her once again. Fuji was not expecting the very sudden impact and she fell back to the linoleum floor. She looked up at her mother and threw her hands up across her face in surrender. “I give up,” she said to her mother, before her mother could bring her hand down on her again. “You win,” she said again. “You were right.”
Mrs. Chenbaro stopped her assault of her daughter and looked down at her. “You look sloppy,” she told her. “You are dressed in clothes too large for you. Go upstairs and change and we will come up with your new regime. I am assuming you and this boy are over now. Did you have sex with him and then he dumped you the day after?”
Fuji just nodded. It was easier than having her mother continue to berate her and call her a liar. Fuji had lied enough, and tonight she just wanted to go up into her room and hide under the covers.
A fun fact is that children have to take tests to determine which high school they would go to. The difference is Fuji would probably have tested much higher than Yuki and Shai and gone to a more prestigious school, which may not have been in walking distance. Students have to travel by bus or train most of the times to reach their school. However, to make this work, it\'s easier to give them a pleasant mixture of personalities.
Fuji walked home by herself, her bag heavy in her hand. She walked particularly slowly home that day. She had spent two nights away from her mother’s home, and she was more surprised that her mother had not gone breaking down the doors of her friend’s houses. It just was not like her mother to not overreact, unless she had called the school to see if her daughter had shown up that day. That was a very possible reaction.
Fuji’s feet pounded on the sidewalk, resounding in her head with a dark foreboding echo. Her heart beat in tune to her footsteps, like a disc being skipped at just the right moments. Fuji began to enjoy herself, playing a game and sound between her steps and her feet, trying to do anything to take her mind off of the impending conversation that was close.
In her daydreaming state she did not see the figure directly in front of her. She stepped out, slammed directly into a solid figure, and began to fall back. A figure caught her arm and pulled her back up, keeping her steady on her feet, then she heard the shocked voice. “Fuji?”
No… Fuji began to shake. No, it could not be him.
Fuji looked up into nearly identical aquamarine eyes and wanted to pass out instead. There she stood dressed in her sickeningly cute high school uniform, with the emblem on the vest that showed exactly which school she went to. He did not miss a beat. He had seen her coming from down the street and had waited to see if she noticed him and her reaction, and now he was looking in her face and watching the horror stretch across it.
He reached out, fingering the emblem on her vest that read, with great horror, the number 10, signifying the year in high school. He did not know what to do.
“Amatsu,” Fuji said quietly. She began to reach her hand up, to grasp his, but he pulled away quickly. He stepped back away from her, shaking his head.
“You’re a freshman?” he asked with venom. He looked at her, seeing her for the first time, and seeing the resemblance of a high school girl written all over her. Despite the other night and her hardships with her mother, she was filled with innocence. She had a naïve quality for being such a smart girl, and he saw it written all over her right then. It took only an instant for everything to click.
“Wow, you were a good liar,” Amatsu snapped, stepping back away from her.
“I can explain,” she said calmly, though calm was not what she was feeling at that moment.
“Then explain,” he said with a definite tone to his voice.
Fuji sighed, this was going to be more difficult than he was allowing it to be. “If I had told you how old I was from the beginning, would you have continued an interest in me?” The way his face sort of contemplated, she knew his answer was no. “See,” she said. “My only chance of getting you to notice me was to lie. If you had known I was a freshman in high school, then what? Would you have decided, here I was, so beautiful and perfect, to heck with it? No, you would have known how wrong it is.”
“And knowing you doesn’t make it any more right, Fuji,” Amatsu snapped. “Fuji, it is statutory rape. What I am doing is wrong. There is just nothing to deny that.”
“Yes,” Fuji admitted, embarrassed to be having this conversation on the middle of the sidewalk through town. People stopped to look at them, but they were passing glances. Fuji and Amatsu were keeping their voices pleasantly low. “Amatsu, I know it is wrong, and I’m very sorry. I know I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I did.”
“How am I supposed to trust you now?” Amatsu asked, taking a step back from her. He was beginning his escape; Fuji was watching him do it with horror.
“Because I have never lied to you about anything but my age, and my school,” Fuji admitted. “It’s not like I lied to you when I said I am a cellist, I just left out where I played. I never lied to you when I said I was at University level, it was true I just took the test from a high school. I lied when I said I was saving up money for college, because my mother has my college fund squared away. Please, Amatsu, stopping backing away from me.”
Amatsu turned his back on her, beginning to walk away from her. His head was on fire with the anger he felt at being duped by a high school freshman. He had fallen in love with her, and all of this time she had done nothing but feed him lies. He did not need this from some girl. He was a gentleman, but he was in no way a man who would just stand around and be lied to. She was fifteen, fifteen damnit! She was a child, and the other night he had slept with her, taken her virginity, and bragged about it to his best friend the next day, though he had been nothing but concerned for her welfare.
He was halfway down the sidewalk when common sense struck him. He loved her. He loved her and did not want to lose her just because of her lies, but he needed more time. How was she reacting to this? It would help him to see her, to read the tears of sorrow in her eyes.
When he turned back, Fuji had already gone.
Fuji could not stand to watch him turn his back on her. Her heart stopped, thumped, and her feet did the only thing they had itched to do since he first bumped into her. They ran. She turned away and just ran off, towards home, and towards more misery. She knew she would be caught sooner or later, why hadn’t she just confessed to him instead of waiting for him to find out in that exact way?
Fuji ran into her house only to come face first into an open palm. Her ears rang with the pain of her mother slapping her once again. Fuji was not expecting the very sudden impact and she fell back to the linoleum floor. She looked up at her mother and threw her hands up across her face in surrender. “I give up,” she said to her mother, before her mother could bring her hand down on her again. “You win,” she said again. “You were right.”
Mrs. Chenbaro stopped her assault of her daughter and looked down at her. “You look sloppy,” she told her. “You are dressed in clothes too large for you. Go upstairs and change and we will come up with your new regime. I am assuming you and this boy are over now. Did you have sex with him and then he dumped you the day after?”
Fuji just nodded. It was easier than having her mother continue to berate her and call her a liar. Fuji had lied enough, and tonight she just wanted to go up into her room and hide under the covers.