I don't know what's the damn english of gayuma.
Boohyah! I'm fourteen and I got Trials of Apollo as a present *cries so hard that she drowned in her own tears*. I may not be able to update for a long time because school is starting again and if the damn wifi is fixed, there might be frequent updates.
That's why I'm holding requests for now.
Other than that, thanks for the comments and votes :'D
Skip this if you want: So I went and read the Trials of Apollo kinda the sequel for HoO or something or maybe not. SPOILERS: Willico has been sailing all this time. I screamed, went down the stairs and talked gibberish in front of my mom.
I gave the long A/N for a long update.
*****
As a person who has been granted the gift to see red strings tied on people's fingers, you know who's who going to end up with whom.
In a normal school day, you walked through class with red strings scattered throughout and everywhere. They weren't even tangled, they were just messed up and it was hard to determine where is the other end of the string.
The day passes by without anything happening, but, as you were walking to the station to get home, you spotted a couple strolling on the other side of the street. You noticed their strings are tied to each other pinkies. There were only a few people around so there aren't a mass of strings that would make your brain rot just to find where the other end of the string (it was like solving the math problem your math teacher gave you today).
Your normal day ended when you saw another knot tied on the boy's pinky. It was unusual. You never saw someone tied with two strings before. The string where the knot belonged to stretched across the street. Your eyes trailed it to the owner and you almost fainted on the spot.
The other end was tied to you.
*****
Yesterday's little event was swarming your mind. And you know who was that person you were tied to.
"Tsuyoshi Naoe," you muttered under your breath.
His presence and existence was unknown to you until you found out about the three strings being connected together.
Tsuyoshi was your classmate. He seemed to arrive earlier than the other days. There were a few of your classmates piping up conversations every now and then. You were glad with that or it would be too awkward if it were only the two of you.
Slowly, your legs make their way towards him. He was sleeping and you don't wether to wake him up or not. You were attracted to him like a bee towards a flower. You could see the two strings to his pinky. One was going all the way to the hall and the other was drooping over in length being connected to you.
It is said by one of your relatives that your great-great grandmother had the ability to see one's soulmate through the red strings tied on their fingers. One cannot cut the strings or untie it, it was unbreakable. Only two people are connected but if one can cast a love spell, three strings will connect.
You have inherited that kind of ability. The ability to see the red string of fate.
You tried to wake him but stopped midway. The chance slipped away and you returned to your seat and reviewed the lessons yesterday from History class.
It was bothering you that you can't concentrate on reviewing. You grabbed the notebook that your 'red-string' stuffs were listed. You flipped to a random page and you read a peculiar word that you don't remember jotting down, you whispered while reading it.
A cold sense of dread washed over your spine. The air felt thick for a while then back to normal. It seemed that you were the only one who noticed. You found nothing useful of an information in your note and closed it down. As you stared at the closed notebook with your hand resting on top of it. The red string on your pinky glowed to a faintly pink.
*****
Everytime he was there. Whenever you swerve your eyes to look around (and to see strings like a mass of melted marshmallows clotted together) to observe. It was like an unintentional stalking. When you buy food in the cafeteria there he would be buying beside you.
You mentally growled as you leaned on the wires that stops you from falling down from the rooftop. You were getting fresh air when the door suddenly opened and only to see four boys clammoring in on about god knows what.
The appearance of a raven-haired boy made you more agitated than before. You felt the sudden urge to kick the wires 'til they get destroyed.
"Mattsun, there's someone here," the most talkative out of the four said. He had golden hair and was holding tightly to a box of milk that the liquid spewed out at the straw.
"Never mind that. We're just here to have lunch," the red-head in them said.
Then he said, "that's a change for you to not flirt around girls,"
Behind the two bunch were more interesting people. One is holding a black whip, seems to be ready to whack his victims. The other was silently staring at his friends. It was Tsuyoshi.
As a forgetful person, you forgot that these boys were your classmates too.
Is this unintentional or intentional? Wherever you go, he was right there in your sight. This has been going for a few weeks now, and today you are going to confront him about it. You were pretty sure that if this was unintentional, he would notice. You had the intuition that he was an intelligent being.
*****
He never had any after-school activities. He just stares by the window at the open field of the school. The sound of batting and heavy running footsteps made its way through your ears as you entered the silent room.
A few bags were still hanging on the side of some desks. Maybe the owners are still busy at the moment and you have the time to talk to him.
You stopped at the teacher's desk amd breathed heavily.
"Are you following me?"
Your voice seemed to crack as you let the words fall out of your mouth. Nonetheless, you didn't care that your voice has no tone to match your confident and justice-like mood.
Not a slight movement could be seen nor even a jump at the voice. The boy was terribly still like a gargoyle statue glaring down at people. A band of footstseps clamored through the room. You could almost see the track team hastily getting their training done for the day.
The red string draped to you. The two knots tied on his pinky were still there. You thought you almost heard the string tightened, but in reality, the string could stretch for miles long and still be draping over and making zigzags across the floor.
His low voice cut through the silence between the two of you like scissors, "It was you who is following me,"
Or the scissors might have stabbed you with the truth.
The schedules, the place where he and his friends would oftenly be at. You were following him then got to memorize where he would always be. You got no connection with him apart from the red string which has nothing to do with this.
"You are the one who is following me," he repeated the same idea.
"You're the weird person in class. Like a fortune teller that tells ones soul--" he stopped to avoid the word.
"I don't even know who you are but you're stalking on me,"
He grabbed his bag and strided past you. He went out of the room with nothing left to say to you. Your heart felt like it was pricked by a thousand needles. You were unknowingly attracted to him, it made you secretly admire the boy.
Maybe that's what the three strings meant. The two are meant for each other while the third-wheel has a strong desire and has kept feelings. The second string is to interfere or to experience an infinite amount of pain from one-sided feelings. Doomed to be stuck on fate to a person who wouldn't love her back.
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I'm sleepy. It's midnight here. I tend to be repetitive when I'm sleepy. Sometimes it could be drunk typing or sleepy typing.