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KAZUYA UNLEASHED
a koko wa greenwood fanfic by Chris. kindly send all comments there, kudasai! ^__^
Hasukawa Kazuya desperately tried (without much success) to muffle the sound of music that blared outside the dorm. One of Shinobu and Mitsuru’s schemes panned out so they decided to throw a lawn party, much to the chagrin of Kazuya. He still had to go over the research material for the paper due the next school day and this party wasn’t helping much.
“Hasukawa, open up!” Mitsuru didn’t wait for a response as he opened the door himself. “Are you coming or not?”
“I already told you. I have too much homework and I don’t have time to go down to your little party.”
“Little! There’s nothing little about this party.” With obvious pride washing over his face, Mitsuru laughed triumphantly. “This is the biggest party Greenwood has thrown in years.”
“Good for you. “Kazuya turned his attention back to his books. Mitsuru was persistent sometimes and it was best just to ignore him.
“Give it a rest, Hasukawa. You can’t let your studies run your life. Live a little.”
Kazuya turned on the dorm president, burning with impatience. “Don’t you get it? If I don’t keep up my grades, how will I succeed in life.” Some of the fire left him and he calmed down a bit. “I have to succeed. How else will I prove myself?”
Mitsuru stared at his friend. With concern in his eyes, he said, “I understand. I’ll leave you to your studies.”
“Thank you, Mitsuru.” Kazuya took up his book and continued reading.
After a few minutes, the music stopped altogether. Must be Mitsuru’s doing, he thought. He had to remember to thank him when he had the chance. It looked like he might get some work done after all.
But it wasn’t to be. Soon after the music ended, the chanting began.
“Suka…Suka…Suka” Holding back a scream, he walked over to the window and saw Shun leading everyone in the chant while Mitsuru and Shinobu looked up at him from the back of the crowd. “Mitsuru!” Turning away from the scene below, he ran through the door and down the stairs to confront his persecutors. Putting on his shoes, he stormed out the front door just as the crowd stopped their chanting and began to laugh at the unfortunate victim. “Mitsuru! Where are you!”
Wading through the mass of people, Mitsuru came over to Kazuya. Smiling broadly, he asked, “Why, Hasukawa, what’s wrong? I thought you were studying.”
“I was until the chanting started! You said you would leave me alone!”
“I changed my mind. You should know by now that I do that occasionally.”
Shinobu joined the pair as if to mediate the discussion. He looked at Kazuya and said, “You’re already here. You might as well enjoy yourself. I’m sure if you relax for a while, Mitsuru will be satisfied.” He turned to his friend. “Am I right, Mitsuru?”
Flashing one of his guileful grins, he said, “Oh, sure. I’m only looking out for his best interests, after all.”
Kazuya threw a distrustful glance at Mitsuru. “You promise to let me return to my studies?”
“Of course. If you can’t trust your dorm president, who can you trust?”
“Fine. I’ll stay for half an hour. Is that satisfactory, Mitsuru?”
“Very.”
Glad to finally have come to terms with Mitsuru, Kazuya walked over to the refreshment table and looked over the food. Most of it looked edible, but he wasn’t sure. Just then, Shun came over and slapped him on the back.
“About time you came out. I was worried about you.”
“Thanks for the concern, Shun.” His hand hovered over a plate of cookies until he grabbed one and put it in his mouth. “Don’t you have any homework to do?”
“Nah. I’m all caught up. Besides, you know I don’t take that many classes. ‘Never overdo it’ I always say.” Shun seized a cookie himself and nibbled on it. “Oh, Suka, you have to try the punch. I made it myself. An old family recipe. The best in all of Tokyo.”
“That’s quite the claim.”
“My parents run an inn, remember. They house plenty of conventions and they cater. Their punch always gets the best complements.” Shun walked over to the punch bowl and poured Kazuya a glass. “You’ll like it.”
Handing over the cup to Kazuya, he dashed off to rejoin the party. “Have fun, Suka!”
Shun wasn’t that great a cook. Kazuya had the misfortune to be roommates with him when he thought cooking classes might be fun and he was stuck sampling everything Shun made. Cautiously, he brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t that bad. It had an almost overpowering taste to it, but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. After a few more cups of punch, Kazuya was actual beginning to enjoy the party.
“Hasukawa! You can leave now. Your half hour is up.” Mitsuru appeared behind Kazuya. Slapping a hand on his shoulder, the dorm president asked, “You have fun?”
“Oh, Mitsuru! There you are! I wanted to thank you for bringing me down here. I’m having a blast!”
Shocked at his friend’s sudden change of mind, Mitsuru looked his friend over carefully. “Are you all right, Hasukawa? You don’t sound yourself.”
“Never better! Just taking you advice and loosening up a little. School’s not everything, right?”
“Uh, right. Good to see you having fun. I’ll let you mingle some more.”
With that said, he watched as Kazuya ran off and put his arms around Shun. He was acting weird, but if it meant that he was finally having fun, Mitsuru didn’t see any harm in letting it continue.
As the night progressed, Kazuya’s behavior became more and more erratic. Mitsuru was beginning to worry about the guy. When Kazuya and Shun commandeered the karaoke equipment, he knew something just wasn’t right. It wasn’t until Shinobu asked him if he was the one that spiked the punch that he understood why. “What are you talking about?”
“Someone decided it funny to add a little vodka to the drink.” Shinobu took a sniff of the glass in his hand. “Rather cheap vodka at that.”
Understanding came to Mitsuru. “So that’s why Hasukawa’s been acting so odd!”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve seen how weird he’s been acting tonight. He’s had at least six glasses of the stuff. The poor guy’s wasted!”
“I didn’t think he was one to hold his liquor. Where is he now?”
“I don’t know. I was going to ask you the same thing.”
Shinobu looked around the gathering. “Hmm. We should split up. I’ll ask around while you check out his room.”
“Shouldn’t’ we ask for some help?”
“No. Hasukawa embarrassed himself enough with his singing. I don’t think he can stand anymore humiliation.”
“You’re right.” Mitsuru ran up the stairs to room 210, but found no one there. When he came back down, Shinobu was equally unsuccessful. “Where else could he be?”
“I believe he went home.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Think about it. He’s drunk and he’s telling everyone how much he loves them. Where else is he going to go if he’s not here?”
“I guess you’re right. Let’s go.”
“No. I’ll stay. One of us should be here in case he returns. Besides, he’s your protégé.”
Grumbling his assent, Mitsuru took off. He never was able to out reason Shinobu and now wasn’t the time to try. If anyone was gong to bail out Hasukawa, it may as well be him. He was getting used to it by now.
* * *
“Sumire! I love you! Please, come out!” Hasukawa didn’t understand why Sumire didn’t respond yet, but understanding was something he wasn’t capable of at the moment. He tried the door, but found it locked. He would have used his key if he had only remembered to check his pocket.
Instead, he grabbed some pebbles and threw them against the bedroom window.
“Forget about Hiro! I’m the one that really loves you! Dump him and marry me! When I graduate, we’ll start a family!”
Running down the street, Mitsuru heard the ranting before he saw the ranter. As usual, Hasukawa was succeeding in making a fool of himself. Deciding to put an end to this fiasco, he ran over to his intoxicated >friend. “Hasukawa! What do you think you’re doing?”
Groggily, he turned to face the dorm president. “Oh, Mitsuru! What brings you here?”
“You, you idiot! I repeat: what do you think you’re doing here?”
In a barely audible whisper, Kazuya said, “I’m professing my love for Sumire. Shh. Don’t tell anyone.” With that said, he resumed his drunken courtship. “Sumire! Come out! It’s Kazuya, the love of your life! Don’t deny our destiny!”
Mitsuru looked at the house, waiting for someone to come out, but no one did. They must be at a movie or something. Putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder, he said, “Come on, Kazuya. It’s time to go.”
“I can’t. I have to tell Sumire how I feel.”
“Maybe another day.”
Kazuya stared at Mitsuru with tears about to fall. “I love her.”
“I know.”
“But she doesn’t!”
“I know.” Mitsuru put his arm around Kazuya for support and began to carry him off. “Let’s go home.”
* * *
Kazuya woke up with a throbbing headache. Looking around, he found himself in a vaguely familiar setting. When he let out a pained groan, someone pulled back the curtain. Who’s there?”
Mitsuru’s face greeted Kazuya. “About time you got up. It’s eleven o’ clock. How are you feeling?”
Pressing his hand against his forehead, he replied, “I have the mother of all headaches.”
“No wonder. Someone spiked the punch.”
“Is that so?” Taking a few deep breaths, he swung his legs out into a sitting position. Suddenly, he remembered fragments of last night’s events. “Sumire! What happened?”
“You made a fool of yourself. Luckily, no one was home. And don’t worry. This remains our little secret.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, he wiped his brow. “I guess I…Thank you, Mitsuru.”
“No problem.”
Scratching his head, Kazuya leaned forward, allowing Mitsuru the opportunity to whack him upside the head. “What was that for?”
“Making a fool of yourself.” Walking over to the desk, Mitsuru brought back a cup of coffee. “Drink this.” When Kazuya took a sip, Mitsuru gave him another slap to the head. “That was for making me miss the rest of the party.”
Rubbing his head, he asked, “Are you done?”
“Not quite.” Whack. “That was for making me worry. Now finish your coffee and go get something to eat.” Walking out of the room, Kazuya was left alone. This was a new side to Mitsuru. It seemed almost…brotherly.
Draining the rest of his drink, Kazuya stared out the window. With all the weirdness and chaos that goes on at Greenwood, it was easy to feel out of place. But sometimes…Sometimes it felt like he actually belonged and he liked that feeling.
THE END