HANDS OF TIME | rantaro kiyama

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ .༄

JANUARY 8, 2013
7:27 AM
A mixture of snowflakes and raindrops.

     

FUTURE Y/N HASN'T EMAILED ME IN A WEEK.

Y/N was beginning to panic.

'Where are they?!'

Their finger kept scrolling on their phone's screen, refreshing every millisecond to see if they had responded to any of Present Y/N's bazillion emails.

       Ever since Christmas, they had begun to doubt every decision they make—would this choice/action affect anything major?  'Would it change something that I should've left alone?  What if I did this?  What if I didn't do this?  Is this a missed opportunity for me?'

       Luckily, they were still in winter break, meaning no school. No one would have to view the horrendous state of hair-pulling stress that Y/N's experiencing; one centimeter of temptations so close to just smashing their phone in the wall.

'Don't kiss Honcho?  Don't kiss Honcho!?  I can maybe do that, but you'll need to provide me more information!'

Over the few days though—besides panicking, Y/N and Rantaro have been hanging out more during winter break.

It was there they felt more comfortable, more happy than by themselves; curled up in bed and sleeping.  It was a new level of sensation for them; a new joy they look forward to every morning.  Y/N has never felt more exhilarated now than throughout their entire—previously quite miserable and honestly rather crappy—life.

'Nerd, answer my messages. GAWD—'

"RINNNGGGGG!!"

Y/N almost dropped their phone at the abrupt alarm—first throwing it up into the air and then fumbling it around a few more times before finally securing a sturdy grip on it.

It wasn't an alarm though.

It was a phone call.

From NERD.

'Oh my god—YES.'

The screen was on the edge of cracking into bits when they slammed their index finger onto the green call icon.

"You better explain this right now—"

"I need you to get into an official romantic relationship with Rantaro." the person on the other side if the line coughed. "Preferably today or tomorrow."

Y/N's mouth went agape, "What—"

"You're going on dates—I know you are. I need you to get into a relationship with him to move on to the next step."

"We're—" Y/N bit the tip of their fingernail, later releasing with an exasperated sigh.  The thought has been a reoccurring one their mind for the past week, but they weren't going to mention that. "We're not that close yet!"

"Trust me, he likes you." there was a brief pause that further fueled the thick tension, some click-clacking of a computer, then a grunt.  "You need to hurry this up."

       Y/N felt the heat creep up their cheeks as the conversation went on.

"Why?!"

"That's confidential."