Overflow [Ryuu and Sho]
Ne, can Aeris ever learn to write in a way that's not confusing? Or rather, before that, can she learn to think in a way that doesn't confuse others?
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The sun is shining.
It's bright.
It's so bright that it hurts his eyes, and even when he looks away, the brightness still hurts.
He wishes he didn't have to look away.
- - -
When does it start? It's hard to put his finger on it. Maybe it's when he walks through the school gates and their eyes meet. Maybe it's when he's lost one day, and suddenly finds his way. Or maybe it's the time he tries to run away - but he can't.
Maybe it's because they're like the sun and the earth, the earth and the moon, Jupiter and Io. But not Pluto and Charon. Their differences are too big, he thinks. Pluto and Charon are too close in size, neither one outshines the other.
~~~
"Hey." A boy joins him on the swings, sandwich in hand. "Mind if I join you?"
He shrugs. No.
The boy unwraps his sandwich. Egg salad - he can smell it from here. He's not particularly fond of egg salad. Personally, he prefers melon bread.
"So...what class are you in?"
"1-B." Monotone. This way, it's not him. Because he's not monotone. He's loud, and annoying, and by being more extroverted, he can be stronger. It's not him - it's one of his characters, his past roles.
"So you're a first year, huh? Tough start?"
"Not really."
Silence. He pulls out a coin and starts flipping it. Up and down, up and down. Light flashes off as it spins, dazzling rays. The other boy takes a bite of the sandwich.
"Hey...I have a story."
"Mm." That's great. Doesn't everybody have a story?
"I think that I know you."
"Mm." No, we just met, he thinks.
"I mean, I really know you. I don't know, it's like..."
"Mm." Like what?
"It's like we were friends!"
"Oh."
"Really good friends!"
"Huh."
More silence. This boy, he's strange. He flips the coin again. Catches it, pockets it. "Do you know who I am?"
A shrug. "Nope."
"Huh. Okay." What, does he live under a rock?
"So, uh, do you want to hear my story?"
"Mm." Not really.
The boy takes it for a 'yes'. "Well, it's...I think, once, it was a dream, maybe. Yeah, a dream. I saw you, you know. Wait, no, that's not right. That's not how you start a story."
"Hm."
"Well, once upon a time - that's the right way, right?" The boy pauses, looks for confirmation - he doesn't find it, but launches ahead anyways. "Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived with his parents, his sisters. One day, his life changed. Maybe, it was when he met Sho. Maybe earlier. Sho called the boy Ryuu-chan," and here his heart stops a little, just a little, because he hears it, hears the voice saying that name, "and they were really good friends. They did lots of things together, like singing, dancing, they even acted in something together once. Other things too. They were happy. And then...It was Christmas eve, wasn't it?"
He's not certain who the person's talking to anymore. It's as if he's no longer here, and the kid's talking to someone else, someone he really does know.
"Yeah, Christmas eve. They went shopping. It was snowing. The car didn't stop in time. I think...I think if Ryuu hadn't met Sho, or if Sho hadn't met Ryuu, they thought that things could have been different. In the end...Ryuu, he was smaller, but still, he was stronger, tried to throw Sho aside, didn't make it."
"Yeah?"
"Well, Ryuu didn't make it. Sho barely did."
"I see." Pause. "I have a story too." He doesn't know why he says it, can't remember why. Won't remember why. "It was Christmas eve. I killed someone. It's that sort of story."
It's the other boy's turn to look at him, and say nothing but "oh".
"So I'm not whoever you think I am. Because that person, they didn't kill anyone."
This conversation, it has a lot of silence, he thinks. It's his fault, isn't it? He's not lying though. This person, the person he is now, he did kill someone, because his fate was to be a murderer. And somehow, he remembers it. He did kill someone. Once, long ago. He remembers it, because he feels the guilt, and the sadness. No, it wasn't once. It was many times. Many, many times.
"Takekura Ryo. Age sixteen. Actor. Am I right?"
"You do know who I am." Accusing. Pause. "Liar." It's breaking, this person he is.
The boy sighs, stuffs the half eaten sandwich into his uniform pocket and pushes himself back on the swing. "Well, I said that I know you. And that I don't know who you are. But I think I know you."
"You don't." His mood is black. Storm clouds.
The boy doesn't give in. "No, I do," he insists. "Right, Ryuu-chan?"
It's a scientific fact that storm clouds gather when the moisture in the air rises and condenses to form clouds that become too heavy to hold their own weight. As more water droplets gather, they become darker. And then, in combination with difference in air pressure fronts and a build up of electrical charge within the clouds, a thunderstorm erupts.
“You’re not the sun!”
In hindsight, maybe, he’ll look back, and wonder what he meant. Perhaps he’ll look back and think that he did know what that boy meant, and that he knew exactly what was going on, exactly what had happened. But at that moment, he’s a storm cloud that’s gathered too many water droplets, too many feelings, too many emotions, and too many lives. And he throws down his thunder storm.
It’s brief, but vicious. A sudden downpour. Flash storm. And then it’s gone. He’s gone. He’s running, running, running down the only path he has left, a dead run.
And the boy sits there in the sandpit of the park, and watches him run. He wipes the back of his hand against bruised, bloody lips, and watches him leave. And ever so quietly says “I was never the sun. Because you were.”
- - -
It's raining; fat, heavy raindrops that drip down his bangs, into his eyes, down his cheeks. He flicks his tongue out - the raindrops are salty.
The sun is still shining.
He wishes it wasn't, because all of a sudden, he can't look away - because there's no longer anything to look away from.
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Na, this time, these two didn't get a happy ending. Binomial Theorem should have a "happy" ending, even if it's vague. But here, I sort of left it as "Sho get left behind last time, and this time, Sho (Akira) can't be with Ryuu (Ryo) again, even if Sho remembers." I admit, I was thinking of Belated Christmas as I wrote this. I guess it overflowed (haha) into this story. Which is all about overflowing.
Chronlogically, it's...First scene, car crash, last scene, Sho talking about planets, Playground scene.
Anyways, I think this is too confusing for WriCraft, so I'll try rewriting Binomial Theorem again. (Yes, wtf, I use the unit that I flunked the test of on friday as the title and theme to a story.)
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The sun is shining.
It's bright.
It's so bright that it hurts his eyes, and even when he looks away, the brightness still hurts.
He wishes he didn't have to look away.
- - -
When does it start? It's hard to put his finger on it. Maybe it's when he walks through the school gates and their eyes meet. Maybe it's when he's lost one day, and suddenly finds his way. Or maybe it's the time he tries to run away - but he can't.
Maybe it's because they're like the sun and the earth, the earth and the moon, Jupiter and Io. But not Pluto and Charon. Their differences are too big, he thinks. Pluto and Charon are too close in size, neither one outshines the other.
~~~
"Hey." A boy joins him on the swings, sandwich in hand. "Mind if I join you?"
He shrugs. No.
The boy unwraps his sandwich. Egg salad - he can smell it from here. He's not particularly fond of egg salad. Personally, he prefers melon bread.
"So...what class are you in?"
"1-B." Monotone. This way, it's not him. Because he's not monotone. He's loud, and annoying, and by being more extroverted, he can be stronger. It's not him - it's one of his characters, his past roles.
"So you're a first year, huh? Tough start?"
"Not really."
Silence. He pulls out a coin and starts flipping it. Up and down, up and down. Light flashes off as it spins, dazzling rays. The other boy takes a bite of the sandwich.
"Hey...I have a story."
"Mm." That's great. Doesn't everybody have a story?
"I think that I know you."
"Mm." No, we just met, he thinks.
"I mean, I really know you. I don't know, it's like..."
"Mm." Like what?
"It's like we were friends!"
"Oh."
"Really good friends!"
"Huh."
More silence. This boy, he's strange. He flips the coin again. Catches it, pockets it. "Do you know who I am?"
A shrug. "Nope."
"Huh. Okay." What, does he live under a rock?
"So, uh, do you want to hear my story?"
"Mm." Not really.
The boy takes it for a 'yes'. "Well, it's...I think, once, it was a dream, maybe. Yeah, a dream. I saw you, you know. Wait, no, that's not right. That's not how you start a story."
"Hm."
"Well, once upon a time - that's the right way, right?" The boy pauses, looks for confirmation - he doesn't find it, but launches ahead anyways. "Once upon a time, there was a boy. He lived with his parents, his sisters. One day, his life changed. Maybe, it was when he met Sho. Maybe earlier. Sho called the boy Ryuu-chan," and here his heart stops a little, just a little, because he hears it, hears the voice saying that name, "and they were really good friends. They did lots of things together, like singing, dancing, they even acted in something together once. Other things too. They were happy. And then...It was Christmas eve, wasn't it?"
He's not certain who the person's talking to anymore. It's as if he's no longer here, and the kid's talking to someone else, someone he really does know.
"Yeah, Christmas eve. They went shopping. It was snowing. The car didn't stop in time. I think...I think if Ryuu hadn't met Sho, or if Sho hadn't met Ryuu, they thought that things could have been different. In the end...Ryuu, he was smaller, but still, he was stronger, tried to throw Sho aside, didn't make it."
"Yeah?"
"Well, Ryuu didn't make it. Sho barely did."
"I see." Pause. "I have a story too." He doesn't know why he says it, can't remember why. Won't remember why. "It was Christmas eve. I killed someone. It's that sort of story."
It's the other boy's turn to look at him, and say nothing but "oh".
"So I'm not whoever you think I am. Because that person, they didn't kill anyone."
This conversation, it has a lot of silence, he thinks. It's his fault, isn't it? He's not lying though. This person, the person he is now, he did kill someone, because his fate was to be a murderer. And somehow, he remembers it. He did kill someone. Once, long ago. He remembers it, because he feels the guilt, and the sadness. No, it wasn't once. It was many times. Many, many times.
"Takekura Ryo. Age sixteen. Actor. Am I right?"
"You do know who I am." Accusing. Pause. "Liar." It's breaking, this person he is.
The boy sighs, stuffs the half eaten sandwich into his uniform pocket and pushes himself back on the swing. "Well, I said that I know you. And that I don't know who you are. But I think I know you."
"You don't." His mood is black. Storm clouds.
The boy doesn't give in. "No, I do," he insists. "Right, Ryuu-chan?"
It's a scientific fact that storm clouds gather when the moisture in the air rises and condenses to form clouds that become too heavy to hold their own weight. As more water droplets gather, they become darker. And then, in combination with difference in air pressure fronts and a build up of electrical charge within the clouds, a thunderstorm erupts.
“You’re not the sun!”
In hindsight, maybe, he’ll look back, and wonder what he meant. Perhaps he’ll look back and think that he did know what that boy meant, and that he knew exactly what was going on, exactly what had happened. But at that moment, he’s a storm cloud that’s gathered too many water droplets, too many feelings, too many emotions, and too many lives. And he throws down his thunder storm.
It’s brief, but vicious. A sudden downpour. Flash storm. And then it’s gone. He’s gone. He’s running, running, running down the only path he has left, a dead run.
And the boy sits there in the sandpit of the park, and watches him run. He wipes the back of his hand against bruised, bloody lips, and watches him leave. And ever so quietly says “I was never the sun. Because you were.”
- - -
It's raining; fat, heavy raindrops that drip down his bangs, into his eyes, down his cheeks. He flicks his tongue out - the raindrops are salty.
The sun is still shining.
He wishes it wasn't, because all of a sudden, he can't look away - because there's no longer anything to look away from.
------
Na, this time, these two didn't get a happy ending. Binomial Theorem should have a "happy" ending, even if it's vague. But here, I sort of left it as "Sho get left behind last time, and this time, Sho (Akira) can't be with Ryuu (Ryo) again, even if Sho remembers." I admit, I was thinking of Belated Christmas as I wrote this. I guess it overflowed (haha) into this story. Which is all about overflowing.
Chronlogically, it's...First scene, car crash, last scene, Sho talking about planets, Playground scene.
Anyways, I think this is too confusing for WriCraft, so I'll try rewriting Binomial Theorem again. (Yes, wtf, I use the unit that I flunked the test of on friday as the title and theme to a story.)