The Story Of Us- 8When New Year’s Eve rolled around the next day, I was super hyped. I couldn’t wait for eight pm to arrive so we could go to Amu’s.
At seven thirty, I begin to get dressed. Dark, stretchy, warm skinny jeans, a bright blue tank-top, a loose black long sleeved shirt over that, and plain black flats.
I pull my blue hair back into a ponytail, my bangs hanging in my eyes. After grabbing my coat and scarf and putting them on, I am ready to leave the house at seven fifty-five. I grab my cell phone and then Kukai and I set out to Amu’s house for her party.
I rap my knuckles against the door once arriving and Amu and her pink hair open the door, grinning at our sight.
“Hi, guys! Come in!” she says happily as she opens the door all the way and motions us in. We shuffle in and diss our coats and scarves and such, moving to her living room where everyone else is already talking.
Yaya and Nagihiko are already dancing to the loud music, and soon Amu joins them.
The Story Of Us- 7The next day, I call everyone up to meet at the park. I dress in black leggings, gray boots, a white tank-top under a loose black shirt, and my coat, scarf, and hat. After reaching the park, we all head to a diner.
Our entire party contains me, Kukai, Amu, Tadase, Rima, Nagihiko, Yaya, and Kairi.
I sit next to Kukai, Amu and Tadase across from me. Rima is on my other side, with Nagihiko next to her, and Yaya and Kairi across from them.
We all order something, and we’re all laughing and talking.
“It’s so good to see you, Kukai-kun!” Amu laughs.
“Amu-chan, it’s good to be back,” he replies, grinning.
“Oh, by the way, I’m throwing a New Year’s party! And you’re all invited!” Amu exclaims.
“Whooo!” I yell, throwing my hands in the air. I get a few strange looks, but of course, I ignore them.
After about another hour and a half, Kukai and I venture home. My fingers are entwined in his, and I lean my head on
The Story Of Us- 6We all sit around the TV on Christmas Eve, watching videos of Kouta and I as little kids opening our presents. And… the few that have Tsuneka. Those ones always bring tears, but Kukai’s there for me.
“You’re so adorable as a little kid!” Kukai laughs, pinching my cheeks.
And then… on come the videos of just Kouta and I. When we lived alone. The few presents there were for Kouta, but there were always for me. While I was screeching and laughing and grinning about my new stuff, Kouta was just sitting there with a few presents smiling lightly, but happy as he watched me open my presents.
Of course, then, my parents call that it’s time for bed. When my parents aren’t looking, I sneak down to the basement with Kukai, intending to spend the night down with him.
“Hey, once your parents are asleep, wanna put all our presents under the tree?” I ask, smiling at my boyfriend.
So after about an hour, after Kouta and
The Story Of Us- 5As the day goes on, I find myself constantly staring at the ring on my left hand. It’s just so beautiful! It must have cost Kukai a fortune! After everyone’s left, we just sit on the couch, silently. I’m staring at my hand, and Kukai must be able to read my mind.
“My brothers and parents helped me,” he says softly.
I grin up at him, kissing him on the cheek gently. Suddenly, the front door flies open and a black-haired girl stomps in.
“SOUMA KUKAI!” she screams, slamming our front door closed behind her.
I look to Kukai, raising an eyebrow. The girl runs to him, glaring at me. She throws me off of my own couch in my own house and begins squealing and hugging on Kukai.
“Uh, Kukai? What the hell?” I ask expectantly, planting my hands on my hips.
“DAMN IT- NYOKO. GET OFF ME!” Kukai yelled, gently pushing the demanding girl off.
“Who the hell is she?” I question, glaring at her.
The Story Of Us- 4My mom pulls into the parking lot. I jump out, racing towards the door. I maneuver my way to Kukai’s wing, with a large sign. It says ‘Kukai’ in large letters and with little decorations and stuff. I find Amu and Tadase and everyone and we all get together. They hold up the sign while I look for Kukai.
Almost everyone is in… but still, no sign of Kukai. We still wait after most people are gone. And then…
Kukai walks in.
I begin walking towards him, but drop my bag and run towards him. I jump in his arms, and he picks me up, spinning me around. I hug him tightly, and then he puts me down. I bury my face in his chest, so glad to see him.
I pull away after a moment, tears in my eyes. He grins at me, those emerald green eyes sparkling with joy.
Everyone races over and says hi and all, but the whole time, Kukai never leaves my side.
It’s almost as if he never left. But… I know it’s too good to be true. There’s something he’s yet
The Story Of Us- 3After I hang up, I dance around my room squealing. Then I flop down on my bed, humming. My notebook and a pen are lying there, so I end up doodling in it.
Mrs. Souma Reika… I doodle Kukai and I on our wedding day… a heart with an arrow in it…. Me in a wedding dress… I just sit there all day happily.
The next day, I go downstairs with my parents. We’re just now setting up the tree. I see a small ornament Kukai got me, and I bring up the subject of Kukai to my mom.
“Kukai’s finally coming up for Christmas.”
“Oh, really? That’s good.”
“I don’t think he has a place to stay…”
“Oh… well, he can stay here!”
“Really? Thanks! I’ll be right back, I’m gonna let him know!”
I race off upstairs into my room, a phone call to make.
I press the phone to my ear, listening to it ring.
Gosh! I just
The Story of Us-2The ringing of my phone surprises me. No one ever calls me. Could it be….? No, I doubt he would call me…. But….?
The need to find out who it is takes over, and I lunge for it, reading the name on the screen.
It’s Kukai! I flip it open, my heart racing, my face hurting because I’m smiling so much.
I try to refrain from screeching in happiness.
“Hey, Kukai-kun,” I reply after a moment of regaining my composure.
“So… I’m coming to Christmas this year.”
“Cool… why haven’t you come the last few years?”
“Well…. Er…. I asked my parents…. But they said that… there’s nothing ‘good enough’ here to fly out and back. I’ve been saving up enough money so I can fly there and back.”
My heart literally stops.
All this time, I’ve been blaming him. When… it was his parent
The Story Of Us- 1I sit in math class, listening to our teacher drone on and on about fractions. I shift my gaze to the snow falling thickly outside. Only two weeks ‘till Christmas.
Wonder if Kukai’s coming. Probably not. If he doesn’t…. I won’t be surprised.
The loud bell signals the end of school. Thank god; it’s Friday. And the last day of school before Christmas break. I let out a whoop, and hurry out of the classroom. I shove all my stuff in my bag and hurry into my coat and hat. I slip my bag strap on, as usual, and walk outside, accompanied by Nozomi.
“I miss Daichi.”
“Yeah, well, we all miss Kukai. But are we whining? No.”
Lately I’ve been hostile. I don’t talk to anyone, I don’t hang out with anyone; I just sit in my room all day.
When I arrive home, I go straight to my room. I begin wrapping presents for everyone.
Let’s see… Mom, Dad, Kouta… Tadase, Amu…. Nagihiko, Rima…. Yaya
The Story Of Us-ProlougeFor those of you who don’t know, my name is Toyama Reika. Right now, I’m 17 years old, living in Seiyo, Japan. I live with my older brother, Kouta, and my parents.
When I was young, my dad was a drunk. When I was in fourth grade, my parents got a divorce. When I was in sixth grade, my dad got in a car crash. I lost my baby sister, Tsuneka. After that, my mom ran off and my dad went to prison. When I was in eighth grade, my father was released from prison and surprisingly, our mother came back.
Shortly after that, I…. fell in love with Kouta’s best friend.
He was the nicest guy ever. Tadase, Amu, Yaya, Rima, Nagihiko, Kukai and I all went to America for the last month of school. To visit our friend, Nozaki Miliko.
When I came back, my parents had bought a house. Our next door neighbors were the Souma family.
My room was straight across from Kukai’s.
But just two weeks after we returned from America, Kukai had to move. That was my eighth grade