Disclaimer: I don't own them! Credits to awesome magazine scans of HSJ, and edited by me, with tools from photoshop :D

Author's Note: this is credited to takasugiriko for plotline/title! thanks to her, i thought of an awesome plot during our conversation 8D, and also, this is NOT really a series, but instead, it's a short series. Each chapter talks about how Yamada met the people he knew.

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All alone in the big house, he had quietly squatted on his bed at the corner of the bed. He gazed over to the small coffee table in his room that had all the phones on it. The yellow, the white, the red, the black, and the blue.

Tugging his knees towards his chest, lone tears fall down from his eyes as he saw all the lights on his phone started to ring. He didn't want to face all of them, he didn't want to talk to them about his problems. He looked at his small table beside his bed and he saw his normal phone- the one he used to contact all of his friends- the green phone.

He then ruffled his hair, before he got up and wanted to leave when he saw that paper on the dining room.

"If you have any problem, do call me alright?"

Yamada hesitated to pick up the slip of paper, before he grabbed his phone and stuffed the paper into his pocket before leaving his house.


"R...Ryo-chan," a voice was heard, and he immediately turned around. That familiar figure stood there. "Yamada-kun?..." another voice was heard from the other side, and he turned as well. Shit, this is trouble.

"Natsuki?" he murmured before he walked over to her. "Ryo-chan..." the other voice called, and he turned again. Screw this!

"Riko, give me a moment, alright?" he turned and walked towards Natsuki's side.

"Natsuki? What're you doing here? That's.... rare," he asked, before he placed his hand onto her shoulder and walked off to the other direction that Riko was at. "I... Yamada-kun, I ... want to break up,"

The hand on her shoulder was let loose, and Yamada's eyes widened. "No, why?!" he hissed, as he grabbed onto her shoulders. "I ... I know I was the one that hit on you first, but... but this just doesn't seems right, I mean, Yamada-kun, you don't look happy with me," Natsuki explained, trying to release the grip of his hands.

"I am! I am happy Natsuki!" Yamada shouted out. No, this can't end like this. This can't end like that, not when he's the one suffering.

"Natsuki, listen. We can work things out, we can st---" before Yamada finished his sentence, Natsuki have pushed his hands away from her shoulders, and bowed down before she left the place. "I'm sorry, Yamada-kun,"

"Ryo-chan?" Riko's voice was heard, and Yamada had tired to balance himself by holding onto the wall support. "Riko, what's wrong? Why did you come here?" Yamada asked, thinking that maybe he could target onto Riko. Out of all of them, she seems to be the one that will be ... faithful to him.

"Ryo-chan, I... I can't be anything for you," Riko said, her eyes diverting to the ground, unable to look at Yamada. Yamada grabbed onto her wrist tightly. "Not you too!" he shouted. "No.. Not me too?" Riko questioned, before Yamada have released the grip and turn around to cool him down. He took a deep breadth, before he turned around and look at Riko.

"Riko, don't leave me, no matter what," Yamada said. Lone tears fell down from Riko's eyes, and she just look at Yamada. "Why, Ryo-chan, why?"

Yamada's heart had the victory sign, but yet, he didn't feel happy at all. Why? He successfully made her cried. But... he won, yet that emptiness in him only increases each time.

"I'm leaving," Riko said, before she wiped away the tears, and left Yamada stranded on the entrance of the building. Yamada dragged his feet. Who? Three of them left him already. Who is there to hear him?

Just then, the voice echoed in his head.

"If you have any problem, do call me alright?"

Placing his hands into his pocket, with his fingers shaking, he took out the paper, and flipped open the phone. Pressing onto the button, and tears starting to form in his eyes, he placed the phone onto his ear.

Three rings were heard, before the caller had picked it up.

"Hello? Nakajima here," he answered.

"Na...Nakajima-san?" Yamada's voice trembled. The voice in the caller suddenly raised up, "Yamada? You're Yamada Ryousuke right? What happened?!"

"C...Can you come to Tokyo Central Park?" Yamada whispered.

"SURE! You don't move all right. Just stay there!" the click was heard, followed by it was beeping sound. Yamada closed the phone and then he walked over to a tree, and settled down onto the grass. He didn't care that it was late in the night, and that nobody is around, and that it's dark and creepy.

He just wanted a few minutes of sometime alone before that guy came.


“Yamada-san!? Yamada!?” the voice constantly shouted before Yamada had flinched slightly from his position, and reluctantly raised up his arm to catch that guy’s attention.

Nakajima soon saw his arm and hurriedly walked towards Yamada. “What’s wrong?”

Tears track were visible on his face, and Nakajima just bit his lower lip. Without asking further, he grabbed Yamada’s head and buried it into his chest. “I’m here, don’t worry,”

Yamada’s eyes widened, before he placed both of his hand on the back of Nakajima and sobbed quietly.

Few minutes later, Yamada finally calmed down, and Nakajima have taken out his handkerchief to wipe away Yamada’s tears. Yamada’s heart pounded slightly when the other boy has touched his cheek with his fingers.

“Why?” Yamada questioned, as he dazzlingly stared up to the night sky. “Why did you come when you barely even know me?”

Nakajima giggled out, before he hurriedly stopped his laughter. “I knew it, Yamada-kun will never recognize me,”

“Eh?”

“You don’t remember? Before you came to Tokyo, you were in Kanagawa right? I was there too, and we met,”

Yamada looked at Nakajima shockingly, before he started to ponder. “At that time, we were only eleven. You wasn’t like this, Yamada. You were much more, outgoing. After I came back to Tokyo, I’ve heard from people that you’re actually dating many people at one go, and I was observing you. I know you wasn’t like this before, I know… something must have happened, Ryousuke,”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Yamada said, before he attempted to stand up. Nakajima lowered his head, before he grabbed onto Yamada’s hand. “I know everything, Ryousuke,”

Yamada just hurriedly let go of the grip and brisk home.


“I… I shouldn’t have born you in this world!” the lady shouted at him, before he threw the vase onto the floor. “You… You shouldn’t be with me! It’s because of you that papa left me! It’s because of YOU!”

Yamada plunged to his doorstep once he entered the apartment as those words flashed inside his head.

“If she freaking hate me, why don’t she erased me out of her life? Why is she still contacting me constantly, one time begging me to go back to her, another time wishing I’ll disappear?” Yamada muttered, as he shake his head.

Today is a terrible day, I’ll just sleep in he thought.