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Title: Memories
Author: dephi
Pairing: Pitego
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG - 13 for the angst
Disclaimer: Own the plot, not the characters
Summary: The promised they made should be fulfilled. Yet a person halted him right when he was about to proceed. Would he do it at last, or would he break the promise instead?
Notes: Beta by tegopii
'There is a possibility that she was murdered, not dying naturally, Pi.'
The same sentence rang for the umpteenth time in his ear, going straight to his brain, and refused to leave. It stayed there while another set of similar words were sent to the centre, multiplied what had been kept inside.
It was haunting and tormenting. Yamapi had never thought that the meeting he had with Ryo the day before would lead into something as heavy as this one, something which refused to stop disturbing his mind. It was already dawn when Yamapi decided he could never sleep that night, after numerous attempts of closing his eyes which eventually turned into a failure. It was only the first few seconds, whenever his round eyes finally rested, that he could only find peace, as a moment later the same thought would come like a ghost, savouring his peaceful moments until its last bit, and leave him in the world of misery.
The consequence was fully taken by his eyes -- black circles around both eyes and bags under them. A white clean robe covering his tidy shirt could not even defeat it in taking dominance of his current appearance.
Yamapi walked as usual, words left his mouth in mumbles whenever he was greeted. The other parties would always looked at him, or rather his messy appearance, with furrowed brows, wondering what might have happened to him.
A small smile was what he managed to attempt when the nurse in front of his surgery bowed upon his arrival. Wait...bowed? Only after he entered the room that he realized the nurse's unusual act which was probably caused by his own weird act and appearance. But it seemed like the annoying sentence couldn't stop bothering him for more than a minute as it attacked him again, this time followed by a small pain on his head.
Yamapi sighed right at the moment he noticed another presence inside the room. Tegoshi was there, appearing as the brat he usually was. Arms crossed on his chest, sitting leisurely at Yamapi's desk as if he was the owner of the room. A finger crept down, settling on the table, and then tapped it slowly.
The sound simply annoyed Yamapi, and the headache simply worsened everything. He was not in the mood to talk either, so he just walked further inside and placed the black bag he brought on the table, before moving to the drawer to start his preparation.
It was quiet as the only sound produced inside the small yet comfortable room was Tegoshi's tapping. Yamapi couldn't care less as he had to deal with his own problems, so at least this moment; he wanted to spend it without worrying over the smaller boy's problems, or even over his friend's request.
That was obviously what he wished, but the so-called younger boy seemed to think differently, and seemed to have something else in his mind.
"I saw you yesterday." The same high-pitched voice was heard.
"Hmm..." Yamapi responded absent-mindedly.
Another silence took over the room, before Tegoshi decided to break the inept quiet once again, while at the same time ignoring Yamapi's unusually uninterested response. "Nishikido Ryo..." Tegoshi sighed. "I never thought that you were actually his man, or maybe, his slave?" A smirk crept up his face.
Yamapi's activity was paused all of a sudden when realization struck him, and at the same time guilt overwhelmed him. "He's a friend of mine." he mumbled before resuming his paused work.
"Friend, huh? I bet he asked you to do something about me," the tone was slowly raised, "...something about an INSANE guy like me. Maybe he wishes for my disposal, am I right?"
Yamapi, who was previously backing Tegoshi, turned his body, facing Tegoshi. He drew his brows together, casting a look at the smaller guy. "No. You misunderstand."
"Well, it didn't seem like that for me." His finger moved slowly, reaching for a small frame above the table. Tegoshi drew it closer, observing the photo with a smirk staying still on his features. "Your girlfriend, huh? She's beautiful."
At first Yamapi did nothing, but when he realized what was in Tegoshi's grip, his eyes grew wider in an instant. "Return it, Tegoshi." His tone was low and demanding, and intimidating at the same time.
But that was just the reaction the smaller of the two had been expecting. The smirk finally found the right timing to grow wider than it previously was. "She...well, looks like a nice girl." The grip was tightened, his arm slightly trembling. "I hate to do this, Yamashita - sensei, but you leave me with no choice." He loosened his grab. The frame slowly fell down, a loud breaking sound followed, as the glass was shattered into pieces, scattering on the floor.
"You!" He was enraged, yet weak and vulnerable at the same time. Yamapi's gaze could not leave the now broken frame as he was frozen at his current spot, unable to move even an inch.
"Remember not to mess around with me, Yamashita. I don't need your help, not when you could not help me."
"Leave. Leave this room." Yamapi mumbled, and then he raised his head, sending a glare to Tegoshi. "Just...leave this room."
Tegoshi said other sentences as a reply but none succeeded in reaching the core of Yamapi's brain. Instead another sentence popped up, settling on the top of everything.
'He confessed that he murdered her.'
####
Somehow, holding a meeting in a cafe, with a few crucial things to discuss, became a habit for Ryo.
It was just another nice day. He was sitting at the round table, with two other guys keeping him company. A cigar settled between his fingers while he was puffing it.
"So, what's your name again?" Ryo directed the question to the shorter guy of the two while flashing a smile at the taller one. "What's your friend's name, Koyama?"
"It's Masuda." Koyama sipped his juice slowly. "He used to be Miki's school mate too."
"Hmm..." Ryo released a deep sigh.
Koyama was...Ryo's friend, even before he knew Tegoshi. They were classmates, just like how Tegoshi, Massu, and Miki were. But somehow, Koyama felt a deeper connection with the younger two boys instead of with Ryo, although that didn't mean he was not a friend of Ryo.
But it had been a while since they met, after Miki's funeral to be precise. So it really was shocking when he received a call from Ryo, moreover asking him to bring Massu along.
Of course, Koyama was no fool. He knew well what kind of subject possibly brought up during this conversation. However, another question bugged him at the moment.
Why?
"So..." Ryo's voice broke Koyama's thoughts, and at the same time reminded him how Massu had barely said anything this point. He was about to open his mouth, attempting to say something, when Ryo did it first. "I am absolutely sure that both of you wonder why you are invited here, yes?"
Massu nodded, looking puzzled, but decided not to voice anything up.
"I'd like to ask you for help. I have a plan, and in my blue print, you both are granted a role."
"Mind elaborating more, Nishikido?" Koyama questioned, brows furrowed.
Ryo smirked, throwing his cigar at the ashtray, then folded his arms on his chest. "Of course, Koyama. That's a must, right? I don't want to give you the impression that I'm using both of you. Although maybe, I practically am."
"That's not funny, Nishikido." Koyama retorted.
At this point, the silent Massu could only steal glances between Ryo, whom he recognized as Miki's brother, and Koyama, and then he shook his head.
"Anything to say, Masuda?" Ryo suddenly asked. Massu was startled, both eyes widened in surprise at the sudden question. "U-Uh, n-no…" he stuttered, shaking his head weakly.
"So, let's back to our main topic." Ryo slowly opened his bag, taking out a sheet of folded paper. He then unfolded it, before placing it on the table. Both Koyama and Massu exchanged glances, before they settled on the scribbles.
"Shall we help, or not?"
####
The young guy turned the knob of the unlocked door, and then he pushed it, before entering the untidy room. The knob slowly left his grip, creating a loud 'bam' when closed.
He stepped further, throwing the small box in his hand onto the fluffy couch, before letting himself lie down on that same couch.
The box was slowly opened, a hand reached down to take the small crystal ball inside it. A pair of brown eyes stared at it, observing even the tiniest side of it.
He clenched his palm altogether with the ball, before he loosened his grip, letting the small thing fall onto the ground.
Then the heavy eyes slowly closed, seeking the way to leave the real world for a while.
Author: dephi
Pairing: Pitego
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG - 13 for the angst
Disclaimer: Own the plot, not the characters
Summary: The promised they made should be fulfilled. Yet a person halted him right when he was about to proceed. Would he do it at last, or would he break the promise instead?
Notes: Beta by tegopii
'There is a possibility that she was murdered, not dying naturally, Pi.'
The same sentence rang for the umpteenth time in his ear, going straight to his brain, and refused to leave. It stayed there while another set of similar words were sent to the centre, multiplied what had been kept inside.
It was haunting and tormenting. Yamapi had never thought that the meeting he had with Ryo the day before would lead into something as heavy as this one, something which refused to stop disturbing his mind. It was already dawn when Yamapi decided he could never sleep that night, after numerous attempts of closing his eyes which eventually turned into a failure. It was only the first few seconds, whenever his round eyes finally rested, that he could only find peace, as a moment later the same thought would come like a ghost, savouring his peaceful moments until its last bit, and leave him in the world of misery.
The consequence was fully taken by his eyes -- black circles around both eyes and bags under them. A white clean robe covering his tidy shirt could not even defeat it in taking dominance of his current appearance.
Yamapi walked as usual, words left his mouth in mumbles whenever he was greeted. The other parties would always looked at him, or rather his messy appearance, with furrowed brows, wondering what might have happened to him.
A small smile was what he managed to attempt when the nurse in front of his surgery bowed upon his arrival. Wait...bowed? Only after he entered the room that he realized the nurse's unusual act which was probably caused by his own weird act and appearance. But it seemed like the annoying sentence couldn't stop bothering him for more than a minute as it attacked him again, this time followed by a small pain on his head.
Yamapi sighed right at the moment he noticed another presence inside the room. Tegoshi was there, appearing as the brat he usually was. Arms crossed on his chest, sitting leisurely at Yamapi's desk as if he was the owner of the room. A finger crept down, settling on the table, and then tapped it slowly.
The sound simply annoyed Yamapi, and the headache simply worsened everything. He was not in the mood to talk either, so he just walked further inside and placed the black bag he brought on the table, before moving to the drawer to start his preparation.
It was quiet as the only sound produced inside the small yet comfortable room was Tegoshi's tapping. Yamapi couldn't care less as he had to deal with his own problems, so at least this moment; he wanted to spend it without worrying over the smaller boy's problems, or even over his friend's request.
That was obviously what he wished, but the so-called younger boy seemed to think differently, and seemed to have something else in his mind.
"I saw you yesterday." The same high-pitched voice was heard.
"Hmm..." Yamapi responded absent-mindedly.
Another silence took over the room, before Tegoshi decided to break the inept quiet once again, while at the same time ignoring Yamapi's unusually uninterested response. "Nishikido Ryo..." Tegoshi sighed. "I never thought that you were actually his man, or maybe, his slave?" A smirk crept up his face.
Yamapi's activity was paused all of a sudden when realization struck him, and at the same time guilt overwhelmed him. "He's a friend of mine." he mumbled before resuming his paused work.
"Friend, huh? I bet he asked you to do something about me," the tone was slowly raised, "...something about an INSANE guy like me. Maybe he wishes for my disposal, am I right?"
Yamapi, who was previously backing Tegoshi, turned his body, facing Tegoshi. He drew his brows together, casting a look at the smaller guy. "No. You misunderstand."
"Well, it didn't seem like that for me." His finger moved slowly, reaching for a small frame above the table. Tegoshi drew it closer, observing the photo with a smirk staying still on his features. "Your girlfriend, huh? She's beautiful."
At first Yamapi did nothing, but when he realized what was in Tegoshi's grip, his eyes grew wider in an instant. "Return it, Tegoshi." His tone was low and demanding, and intimidating at the same time.
But that was just the reaction the smaller of the two had been expecting. The smirk finally found the right timing to grow wider than it previously was. "She...well, looks like a nice girl." The grip was tightened, his arm slightly trembling. "I hate to do this, Yamashita - sensei, but you leave me with no choice." He loosened his grab. The frame slowly fell down, a loud breaking sound followed, as the glass was shattered into pieces, scattering on the floor.
"You!" He was enraged, yet weak and vulnerable at the same time. Yamapi's gaze could not leave the now broken frame as he was frozen at his current spot, unable to move even an inch.
"Remember not to mess around with me, Yamashita. I don't need your help, not when you could not help me."
"Leave. Leave this room." Yamapi mumbled, and then he raised his head, sending a glare to Tegoshi. "Just...leave this room."
Tegoshi said other sentences as a reply but none succeeded in reaching the core of Yamapi's brain. Instead another sentence popped up, settling on the top of everything.
'He confessed that he murdered her.'
####
Somehow, holding a meeting in a cafe, with a few crucial things to discuss, became a habit for Ryo.
It was just another nice day. He was sitting at the round table, with two other guys keeping him company. A cigar settled between his fingers while he was puffing it.
"So, what's your name again?" Ryo directed the question to the shorter guy of the two while flashing a smile at the taller one. "What's your friend's name, Koyama?"
"It's Masuda." Koyama sipped his juice slowly. "He used to be Miki's school mate too."
"Hmm..." Ryo released a deep sigh.
Koyama was...Ryo's friend, even before he knew Tegoshi. They were classmates, just like how Tegoshi, Massu, and Miki were. But somehow, Koyama felt a deeper connection with the younger two boys instead of with Ryo, although that didn't mean he was not a friend of Ryo.
But it had been a while since they met, after Miki's funeral to be precise. So it really was shocking when he received a call from Ryo, moreover asking him to bring Massu along.
Of course, Koyama was no fool. He knew well what kind of subject possibly brought up during this conversation. However, another question bugged him at the moment.
Why?
"So..." Ryo's voice broke Koyama's thoughts, and at the same time reminded him how Massu had barely said anything this point. He was about to open his mouth, attempting to say something, when Ryo did it first. "I am absolutely sure that both of you wonder why you are invited here, yes?"
Massu nodded, looking puzzled, but decided not to voice anything up.
"I'd like to ask you for help. I have a plan, and in my blue print, you both are granted a role."
"Mind elaborating more, Nishikido?" Koyama questioned, brows furrowed.
Ryo smirked, throwing his cigar at the ashtray, then folded his arms on his chest. "Of course, Koyama. That's a must, right? I don't want to give you the impression that I'm using both of you. Although maybe, I practically am."
"That's not funny, Nishikido." Koyama retorted.
At this point, the silent Massu could only steal glances between Ryo, whom he recognized as Miki's brother, and Koyama, and then he shook his head.
"Anything to say, Masuda?" Ryo suddenly asked. Massu was startled, both eyes widened in surprise at the sudden question. "U-Uh, n-no…" he stuttered, shaking his head weakly.
"So, let's back to our main topic." Ryo slowly opened his bag, taking out a sheet of folded paper. He then unfolded it, before placing it on the table. Both Koyama and Massu exchanged glances, before they settled on the scribbles.
"Shall we help, or not?"
####
The young guy turned the knob of the unlocked door, and then he pushed it, before entering the untidy room. The knob slowly left his grip, creating a loud 'bam' when closed.
He stepped further, throwing the small box in his hand onto the fluffy couch, before letting himself lie down on that same couch.
The box was slowly opened, a hand reached down to take the small crystal ball inside it. A pair of brown eyes stared at it, observing even the tiniest side of it.
He clenched his palm altogether with the ball, before he loosened his grip, letting the small thing fall onto the ground.
Then the heavy eyes slowly closed, seeking the way to leave the real world for a while.