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fan fiction, girl got game

Learn to Trust VI
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
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

Looking at the shorter figure in front of him, Yura sighed, combing his bangs out of his face as Kyo rested against his knee.

‘This isn’t good, when I held her for a moment, she felt thinner. Has she really been starving herself?’ he wondered.

He looked at the sky, painfully aware of the presence against his skin. He knew he could never forget this moment and felt bewildered at whether or not he regretted talking to Kyo about what happened.

‘Idiot!’ he scolded himself, ‘She’s scared out of her mind! This is more important than the memory of it haunting me!’

Stealing a glance, he looked at Kyo’s face, looking peaceful with the slightest trace of fear etched between her eyebrows. He raised his hand, reaching for her bangs and stopped himself.

‘Although… I wonder how Eniwa is going to handle this,’ he thought, setting his outreached hand on his free knee, looking in the other direction.

Glancing at the clock in the distance, he looked down at Kyo.

“Hey, we need to get back, it’s nearly dinner,” he said, keeping his voice soft.

“Hm? Already?” she mumbled, sitting up, blinking.

She looked at Yura and blushed, looking away.

“Um, thanks for comforting me, Yura-kun,” she said, getting to her feet and stumbled.

Yura grabbed her arm instinctively, afraid that she would fall and, instead of catching her, he felt a punch hit his cheek. Dazed, he rubbed his face, looking up at her.

“Ah, sorry! Um, reflex, I’m sorry!” she said, sniffling, covering her face with her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s natural, don’t cry please. You’ll lose your app—”

Kyo began crying into her hands, her body shaking.

“I don’t know how to act anymore, Yu-Yura-kun.”

Aghast for several moments, he slowly raised his hand, “I’m going to comfort you, do you trust me?”

Peeking from behind her fingers, she looked at Yura balefully and nodded, covering her eyes again. With a relief sigh, he set his hand on the furthest shoulder from him, draping his arm across her back. Taking another look at Kyo, he noticed that she tried to gather some composure within herself. Taking the cue, he began leading her back to the school, his stomach rumbling for some food, causing Kyo to giggle softly.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve made you miss lunch too,” she said.

“Nothing’s more important than making you feel better, Kyo-san,” he said, pulling something from his pocket and gave it to Kyo.

“Clean your face up a little, it’ll still be a bit red when we get inside.”

Kyo took the moment to take the wash cloth from inside the packet, and winced a bit at the smell of alcohol, she began wiping her face free of dirt and tear stains. Spotting a trash can nearby, she balled up the cloth and made a shoot for the goal and it went in. Grinning, she gave herself a small pump of her hands in the air and caught herself, looking at Kyo.

‘Well, at least she looks like she’ll recover,’ he thought, watching her face turning red and turned from him.

Once inside the cafeteria, the room fell silent at the pair who entered from the side door. Yura gave no indication to the fact that the room had fallen silent as he steered Kyo towards the bar filled with food. He watched her taking the tray and a plate and helped herself a small heaping from each food she chose. Exasperated by the small amounts of food, he reached out, pouring another heaping of mashed potatoes, peas, and another steak.

“H-hey! What are you doing?” she yelled, turning on him.

“I’ve seen how little you’ve had to eat as of late, I don’t want you to starve, Kyo,” he said, helping himself to food. “Earlier, I noticed how much thinner you felt, I didn’t like that.”

“Y-you f-f—” she stammered, her face paling, staring at him as her eyes dilated.

Realizing what he had said, he mentally smacked himself and turned to her, opening his mouth to speak but a fist greeted his nose.

“Ow, Kyo! I didn’t mean it like that!” he yelled, noticing that she had run from the cafeteria, causing another bout of silence in the room as he touched his nose tenderly.

Wincing and groaning at his stupidity, he grabbed his plate, feeling the gloom expanding inside him as he floated to the table where Eniwa and his friends sat.

“What. The. Hell. Was. THAT, Yura?” Eniwa said, gritting his teeth as he gripped the table.

“And I almost had her tell you too,” Yura muttered to himself, ignoring his question, taking small bites at a time.

“Huh?” Eniwa asked, his face slack.

Looking up to see Chiharu’s eyes, and sighed, “She told me what’s happened.”

“Sh-she told you?” Eniwa stammered, trying to move away from Yura without falling out of his seat.

“Yeah,” Yura replied, looking down at his dinner, poking at the peas, “told her that she better tell you herself. Or she won’t recover.”

“It’s that bad?” Imai asked, taking a sip of his milk.

“Quite,” Yura replied tersely. “I was telling her just now that I noticed that she was thinner and took it to mean that…”

He fell into silence as he took another bite of his steak and cleared his throat after he swallowed. “That I—”

Yura frowned, drinking his glass of water and cleared his throat again.

“That I felt her up,” he looked up at Eniwa and noticed his demeanor slowly changing and panicked, “Which I, of course, haven’t,” he added hastily, “how could I? After hearing what happened to her, what she’s been through?”

Eniwa snarled, standing up and left the table, knocking Imai into his cup of milk, causing him to sputter.

“I’m going to find her,” he said, pausing and half looked back, “and I believe you, Yura,”

Yura felt the only thing he could do was nod mutely at Eniwa’s retreating back and looked at his dinner. Lost the urge to continue eating, he took his tray and Eniwa’s to the kitchen for the ladies to clean.

‘Well, I hope everything will be alright, now that he’s after her,’ he thought, wandering out through the same door he used just ten minutes previously, ‘I guess I won’t be there when she tells him, even though I promised…’

Pausing, he looked at the skies and prayed a silent prayer that Kyo would be all right in the end.

To be continued on Chapter Seven