Learn to Trust IV
Title: Learn to Trust
Fandom: Girl Got Game
Rating: R
Warning: Some language
Summary: What if Chiharu Eniwa woke up a bit later than it happened and Kyo Aizawa had different reaction? Would their new relationship together last through the ordeal?
Disclaimer: None of the parts of story belong to me, only to the creator and company of the manga, Girl Got Game. Not of this is made for profit but for entertainment use only.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

The day after Christmas day, Kyo moved the large objects away from the door to allow Tsuyaka entry. Despite the senpai’s attempt to talk to her, Kyo ignored her and hit the older girl’s hand away from her whenever she tried touching the younger one. During the rest of the vacation, Kyo stayed in her room, refusing to go out for meals. Her roommate and father found fit to bring the food and water to her if Kyo wasn’t initiating of her own will to leave to eat.

“Kyo, please get over whatever it is, this is too much! Classes start tomorrow you know,” Tsuyaka said, sitting down on Kyo’s bed, several feet away.

“Are you planning on staying here and never leave the room, Kyo?”

Kyo’s gaze remained fixed on her desk, her thoughts mulling over the decision to go back being a boy. She looked to her dresser for the time and noticed that it was twenty to five. Closing her eyes, she shifted her feet off the bed and stood up. Ignoring the surprise look on her roommate’s face, she grabbed the bag that contained the old uniform and went to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she set the bag down on the tiled flooring and began getting out of her pajamas that she had worn for four days. Picking up her boy’s uniform, she put the pants on first and patted the material to see if she still fit. Satisfied with the size, she put the bandages around her chest, binding her breasts flat.

‘I’m gonna need to get a denim vest soon, this won’t cut it for very long,’ she thought, tucking the final flap into the bandage and pinned it with a safety pin.

Kyo picked the top up and pulled it over her head and with an exhale, she looked at the mirror. Frowning, she tugged at the bottom of her top, wondering what was wrong with the reflection. She reached up and touched her hair and stopped, realizing that her hair had gotten long.

‘Yeah, it’s time for a haircut,’ she thought, rummaging through the drawers and found a pair of scissors. ‘I should make it much shorter than it was when I was a boy.’

With a firm nod, she began sectioning the hair and cutting them an inch from the scalp. She winced at the first sound of snipping and when she cut the tenth lock, she felt numb. Glaring at the mirror, Kyo began cutting her hair as though she was a machine running on nuclear power. After she cut her last lock half hour later, she stepped back from the mirror, looking at herself. Half smiling at her handiwork, she crossed her arm, wondering how others would react to the sudden change in her appearance.

Shaking her head, ‘So what if they find it shocking? I don’t give a fuck about that anymore, I just want to hide that’s all.’

Kyo cleaned up the mess off the floor and unlocked the bathroom, bracing herself from any attacks from Tsuyaka. She found Tsuyaka working on her assignments at her desk and began turning to her as she spoke.

“Kyo! You’re out, I was wondering what took you so—Kyo!” she yelped, standing up, “What have you done to yourself?”

She looked away from Tsuyaka, refusing to say a word.

“Oh please, tell me, Kyo-chan, this is getting too much! Can’t you confide in me, little sister?” she asked, covering her own mouth with one hand, trying not to cry.

Kyo looked at her, glaring, “No. I’m going out.”

“You’re... you’re leaving the room?” she asked, “That’s great! It’s been over a week since you—”

“And you’re not coming with me, good bye,” she interrupted, opening the door and closing it behind her with a slam.

Ignoring the other girls in the dorm, she went down the stairs and into the courtyard. Looking around for anyone else, she left the school grounds towards a certain deserted basketball court. Sighing, she sat down on a bench, staring at the court as she clenched her fists.

“This better end soon,” she said to herself.

The next day, Kyo entered her class last, deliberately being late. She quickly walked to her seat, ignoring other classmates’ reactions.

“Who is he?”

“You idiot, that’s Aizawa!”

“No way, really?”

“Did you see that?”

“She’s in her boy’s uniform? Why?”

“Look at her hair, it’s awful!”

“Quiet! We are in the middle of our—Aizawa-san? Why are you not in your girl’s uniform?” the teacher asked, putting his book down on the desk.

Kyo stared at her teacher, and looked away, ignoring the question.

“Are you disrespecting me in this class?” he asked.

“Yes I am, please continue the lessons,” Kyo replied and the reaction from the class was immediate.

“Whoa, she—she’s different!”

“What happened to Aizawa-san?”

“Aizawa-san, please report to the office, I don’t have time to deal with this,” the teacher said, picking the book up.

“No thanks, you can suspend me from school for all I care,” Kyo said, “I just want to learn that’s all, so get on with the lessons.”

The teacher looked up from the book, stunned by the attitude emanating from her as well as the class fell into shocked silence. He cleared his throat, shifting his body posture uncomfortably and continued the lessons.

At lunch time, Imai went up to Chiharu, grabbing him by the shirt.

“What’s going on with Kyo?!” he yelled, “you underestimated the situation!”

“What the hell are you on about? Let go of me!” Chiharu yelled back, shoving Imai away.

“I thought she was being reclusive but,” he said, pointing at Kyo’s demeanor, “she’s got a rotten attitude! Look at her hair!”

Chiharu looked around Imai and studied Kyo and nearly lost his balance.

“What the…” he muttered and looked at Imai, “This is worse than I thought.”

“Obviously,” Imai said, crossing his arms.

“Kyo?!” he yelled, straightening up, walking to her, “Why are you—why are you in that outfit and the haircut?”

Kyo looked at Chiharu and gave a loud hmph, continuing her lunch.

“Why you little—I mean, Kyo, don’t be like this!”

“As long as I’m not treated as a girl, I’m okay!” Kyo said, spitting food at Chiharu from talking.

“Is that what this is about?” Chiharu asked, sitting down next to her.

“One of the things,” she said stiffly, “I must go now, later.”

She stood up from her chair and emptied the contents from her lunch into the trash and walked out of the cafeteria. Chiharu looked at Imai, and he shrugged as he walked to him and sat in Kyo’s former seat.

“Well, something’s up,” Imai said, stroking his chin.

“Is that all you can say?!” Chiharu said, clenching his fist.

“Dude, calm down,” he said, resting his hand on his shoulder, “we’ll try to help her with whatever is bugging her. You said that she started acting weird since that nigh at the resort, right? You sure you didn’t do anything?”

“I’m positive! I saw her walking up the stairs… looking like that… damn, I hope I never see her like that again, she looked terrified, Imai. She won’t talk to me about what’s happened,” Chiharu said, sighing.

“Hm, I see… it is possible that some guys did something to her,” Imai said.

“I know, that’s why I want her to tell me, so I can go kill them,” he said, re-clenching his fists again.

“Well, that won’t help the situation at all if you did that.”

Chiharu scowled at Imai and he backed away. The two sat there in silence, trying to figure out the situation.

A week later, Hamaya entered the basketball court, picking up a ball, dribbling as he walked over to Chiharu.

“Has she been in class today?” Chiharu asked.

“Yes, well, no, she came in for the first class and haven’t seen her for the rest of the day,” Hamaya replied, sighing.

“This isn’t good, where does she go?” Imai asked and the group of boys didn’t reply.

Yura walked in the court and waved to them, “Hey!”

He half ran to the group and stopped, looking at each of them.

“So, she skipped again today?”

“Aizawa-san came in for the first class,” Hamaya replied, “but not for the rest. Have you seen her?”

“No, I haven’t seen her since four days ago,” Yura replied, shaking his head, rubbing his right cheek, “She punched me…”

Hamaya looked over to the doors again and stopped dribbling, losing the ball.

“Huh, Hamaya? What’d you—Kyo!” Chiharu shouted, running to her, followed by the group.

Kyo crossed her arms, daring them to come any closer, causing the others to stop a few meters away from her.

“What are you doing here?” Yura asked.

“I’m just here to borrow a ball, if that’s alright with you, I don’t particularly want to go over to the girl’s court,” she said, looking at the far wall.

“Oh, okay, you’re gonna practice here?” Imai asked, giving her the ball, “You’re welcome to prac—”

“No, I’m going to play at a different court, thanks,” she said, accepting the ball and left the gym.

She dribbled the ball, walking outside and began jogging towards the deserted court where she saw Yura’s acquaintances in the past.

To be continued on Chapter Five