Antic Cafe fanfiction- Aroma: Chapter 1
Title: Aroma
Author: Cafekkodesu
Rating: PG (subject to change)
Length: 1/3
Warnings: Language, yaoi, angst
Pairings: Takuya/Teruki, Teruki/OC, Takuya/???
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but this storyline and my love of the lyrics
Summary: How soon is too soon to move on? How long is too long to wait? How does one recover from a broken heart? For Takuya, it was more than a makeover for a music video shoot.
Chapter 1- The Un-moving Memories Suffocate my Heart I don't think I've gotten a decent night's sleep for a month. That's what I realize as I'm turning over in bed to see the clock flashing 4:38AM at me in the wake of the very early morning. His words are still ringing in my head like an overly popularized song that every radio jockey plays on their stations ten times a day. They won't go away. It's annoying as hell. I sigh and sit up, rubbing my eyes open as I decide that this will be as much sleep as I'm going to get, which is pretty good considering I went to bed at midnight. I reach over the nightstand to my phone and check it: No calls, no texts messages, not that I really expected there to be, but I hoped there would be a "Goodnight, sweet dreams" text waiting for me.
We've talked, we've texted, but as reassuring as his words are- "I still care about you", "You're always going to be my best friend", "It's not because we didn't go further"- there are still his other words that take a knife and stab those words until they're dead and bleeding on the ground- "I've had doubts for about a month", "I thought it was obvious that I had a problem with this", and of course, "I don't know when I stopped loving you".
It stings, and the pain gets to my eyes. I try rubbing the pain away, but more tears fall instead. I guess this whole thing is my fault, really, despite him saying it's not. I, in a moment of terrifying and very strong doubt of my sexuality, wrote that note to him, saying how I can't picture myself with him, how I don't think I'm bi or gay or whatever you want to call it. But that was a year ago, and we talked about it, and he said it didn't bother him. I'd like to think that that note- that stupid fucking note- wrote itself, but I have to take the blame for this, why we ended up so broken. I just wish he would have told me sooner instead of holding it in for as long as he did. I want to hate him, because I never considered guys until him, but now that he's gone, I can't imagine myself going back to "how I was before". And I can't find myself hating him, as much as I try.
I can, however, try my damnedest to hate that new boyfriend of his. "It just happened," he said. "I wasn't planning on moving on so fast," he said. I guess I didn't mean that much to him, since he moved on two weeks after breaking up with me. And just last week, he brought him to rehearsals to introduce us all to him, and I tried to fake a "nice to meet you" personality, but ended up running out of the studio and crying. He keeps breaking my heart, there seems to be no end to it.
I hate songs on the radio. Songs that never applied to me suddenly do. Ones of heartbreak, of not being able to move on, of cheating. I feel that still. I feel like he cheated on me, even though he says we're not together anymore. It's too soon, it's too fucking soon. But he's not available, and I'm left in the dust, alone.
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Going to work everyday has become a struggle greater than any I've ever had to face, and everyone else could see that. Miku said to go home for a few days and get some rest. Kanon said that they were just going to fine-tune everything in the studio, so rehearsals weren't necessary if I needed a break. Yuuki said to try to move on, "It has been a month, after all." I know he was just trying to be helpful, and that's what I keep telling myself, but he's still in every thought, every corner of my mind, his sweet and sometimes dirty texts are still taking up space in my inbox (I'm too scared to delete them now that I know he'll never send those to me again), his lips and hands, his body, I can feel the hot marks they left on my skin, and the moment I place my own touch to my lips or my neck, the hot turns to cold again.
I ended up taking three days off, using those days to get some sleep with the help of a sleep-aide pill or two, compose a song, based off of this chain of events of course, and seek out a therapist to help me get some insight, as well as helping me come to terms with my sexuality, and maybe telling my family. I just need someone to talk to, and he's not there anymore, and the others wouldn't understand.
Walking into the studio certainly is different from when I was there last. It seems so foreign to me, but I woke up on a bad note, from a dream... more like nightmare now, of a weird montage of our past sexual and romantic escapades, that resulted in more tears taking my sleep away again. I'm sure my eyes look somewhat bloodshot and puffy, but when I see everyone, no one seems to notice, or don't want to bring it up, as I'm sure they already know. And they don't ask the ever-so annoying question of "Are you okay?", since that seems obvious, too. I look over to him, and our eyes meet. He still looks so beautiful, which makes me jealous that I can't bathe in that beauty as I would have a month prior. He gives this wayward attempt at a smile, then turns away. It is only after that that I feel my heart beating faster at the fact that he acknowledged me.
I try to focus my attention back on what the others- band and staff- are talking about: A new music video, followed by a new single. I remember the composition I have folded and tucked away in my back pocket, but I'm too shy to bring it out, since I've only composed one other song before... Thinking of that song now, it would fit very well to my mood lately. I listen more: "We wanted to know if you all would be interested in taking a new direction?" When asked further, our manager replies, "Well, maybe stepping away from the bright colors for this video? You know, to show your versatility to the Cafekko." We all look at each other, liking the idea, except for me, who is looking down at the floor. All of a sudden, I feel my body acting on its own accord, pulling the paper from its hiding place and holding it out. "I think I have a song that would work for this," I say, confident and timid at the same time. Miku grabs it out of my hand and he and Kanon, who is hovering over his shoulder, read it. Kanon looks up with a small smile. "Wow, Takuya, your mini-vacation really did you good," he says, making me blush, embarrassed. This prompts Yuuki to read over Miku's other shoulder, and soon, both of them are praising me, too, with big, goofy grins that I missed on my time away. There weren't any grins or smiles on my days off, so it was refreshing but strange at the same time. And when the manager reads it over, he nods his head approvingly. "I think we could work with this very nicely." And for the first time in a while, I forget that he's in the room, lingering at the same spot. I'm too enthralled by the positive attention.
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There aren't many modifications made to my composition, to my surprise, and it sounds like what I had imagined it to be. Because of this, the recording of the song is estimated to take no more than a week, and Miku says he's gotten so inspired, relating it to his own past relationship, ironically, that he has the lyrics done in a matter of three days. It's times like these where I am glad to have music and my guitar in my life. I can tell it my feelings, no matter how bad or obscure they are, and it won't judge me or leave me, but instead, stay and make the negative feelings something so awing. We start recording two days later, each one of us sticking around to listen to the recordings of each part. When it's his turn, he gives a quick glance over to me, then turns back to setting up his drums in the recording booth. I watch him. It will have been a month and a week tomorrow that he dumped me, and almost three weeks since he started going out with... him. I guess you could say that things have gotten better. It has been awkward, but we managed to get into a decent conversation, but I can't look at him, because I know if I do, I won't be able to control myself. Still, I don't feel like we are friends. I still feel like we are broken, and it is a rotten feeling, knowing that he probably doesn't feel that way, or if he does, it will go away the minute he gets away from me and straight to him.
When he gets behind the drum set, he starts off strong, as always, but there is a new power to his drumming. Hard, like he is angry. The manager stops him and tells him to tone it down. He mutters an apology that I see from the glass that separated his recording room from the studio where I stand. Again, he looks at me through this glass, and then back down before starting up again, with less intensity. It suddenly occurs to me that he never shines his 120-watt smile my way anymore.
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Different looks... different looks... what could that possibly mean? I've dyed and cut, or let my hair grow out, to a few different styles, and I've worn some out-there things, though certainly not as out-there as Miku or Kanon. What could I do? Our manager wanted us to step back from color- except for Yuuki, since it seems as though the Cafekko would think it to be a cold day in hell when Yuuki isn't wearing anything silly or colorful, or both. I'm walking around a shopping area in town with Yuuki, since he's literally got clothes in his closet picked out to wear in the music video, my nose in a punk-rock fashion magazine. I find myself wondering what he will wear; He always wears simple things, but usually his personality or his seventeen ear piercings will make him exude much more than clothes ever could...
"Yoo-hoo! Takuya? You listening?" I hear on my right, along with a couple of jabs by a finger at my arm.
I stop walking and shake my head free of the bittersweet thoughts, looking up at Yuuki. "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry... What were you saying?"
He exaggerated a sigh as he continued talking again, and I processed that the murmuring I heard in my ear was him trying to talk to me before. "I was saying that I think I have everything all set for the video... except for the shoes... Oh! What do you think about bowling shoes?"
I stare at him quixotically. "Bowling shoes? I'd say... you were ready to go bowling?"
"Really? Hmm, I don't want to do that then..." He hummed, placing a finger on his chin in deep thought. His face suddenly brightened up with another idea. "How about clown shoes?"
Again, I stare at him. "...Did you say 'clown shoes'?"
"Yeah, they'd be perfect!" Frighteningly enough, I can tell he's not kidding. "My uncle used to tour with a circus, I wonder if he still has his pair..." As we start walking again, I start to understand what traits he got from what family members. I attempt a small laugh. "Go for it if you want to. You can pretty much pull off anything." I know this to be true as well. If he was like his uncle, and decided to take a side job as a clown, I'm positive he'd still have legions of fans filling up the big top.
"Thanks!" He replies cheerfully. I smile back, not having to fake it. I'm glad I had Yuuki help me come shopping. Even if our senses of fashion totally differ from one another, his personality suits me perfectly. "So, have you found a look yet? We're getting close to some of the stores in that magazine, I think."
"I'm not sure... All of this stuff seems so... heavy." I'm not sure how else to describe it. Yuuki takes the book from my grasp and flips through a few pages as we walk. "Well, I'm sure you don't have to go too-too far out of your comfort zone. You just need to be... darker, but comfortable, of course."
"Of course," I repeat. "Yuuki, do you know how to walk around in clown shoes?" The question comes up on the topic of 'comfort'.
He's silent for a moment before answering, "It can't be that hard. But if it is, the most I do is stand behind my 'board. I could just take them off and walk around set holding them in my hands!" He laughs at his own idea. I laugh at the mental image of Yuuki waddling around in clown shoes like a penguin. Things grow silent when Yuuki suddenly asks, "Takuya, I'm worried about you."
I immediately know what he is talking about, but dare to ask anyway. "What do you mean?"
He sighs. "Well, it's just, it's been over a month now. Don't you think it's time to... move on?"
"No." I answer too quickly. But the thought of me without him, it's terrifying. "It's been a month, but we were dating for over a year and a half, Yuuki. I'm not over it yet, I can't be, even if he is..."
"Well, that's what I'm saying," he says. "I don't mean that you have to get sucked into another long-term thing, but it'd be good to explore your options a bit, you know?"
He has a point, I know, but it still irritates me that he was saying this. I ran a hand through my hair. "I guess... I don't know, just not now."
Yuuki nods, understanding. It's then, as I'm looking up at Yuuki, that my eyes travel to the back cover of a magazine that he is still holding and I abruptly take it from him. Yuuki sees my curiosity and remarks. "Oh yeah, I've seen that look around a couple of other fashion mags, it's really catching on for some reason." It's a perm-like hairdo, straight in the front, but with wavy volume on the sides and the back. I find myself... liking it, a lot. It's not extremely drastic and bizarre, but it's certainly something different. "You think I could pull something like this off?"
"Maybe... If you're hair was a little shorter... definitely needs to be a different color too..." He analyzes my hair as if he was a stylist, which is somewhat amusing to me. "You think?" I ask, taking a strand of my orange hair between my fingers and looking at it from the corner of my eye, then shifting my gaze back to the picture of the male model on the back cover.
"One way to find out." I don't know what Yuuki is talking about for a second until I see him stopping in front of a hair salon. I keep thinking about my options: Doing it or not doing it. But I remember someone telling me once that the best decisions made life are spontaneous... or maybe it was from a TV show, I can't remember. But I feel myself grinning and looking over to Yuuki. He smiles back and we push open the doors to the salon. If they want a different look, I'll show them a different look.
I'll make him see just what he gave up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: ...What has it been, like, four, five months? o-0 And here I am, starting another story XDDDDD I need to get back into my creative swing, that's what this story is for. I know I have two stories hanging off of nowhere, and I promise I'll get to them once my college stuff is done. But for now, there is a point I want to make about this story, if you guys don't mind ^^; Overall, the happenings of this story are entirely true, based off of what has happened to me in the past two months. It's one of the reasons that I've been away for so long, along with school, but what I went through/am going through is a far more prominent reason. Call it therapeutic. I also listened to AROMA a lot during this time, and the lyrics are so true for me, I can relate to them extremely well. The lyrics are in the chapter titles as well, and...well, I wish I was more creative with the title =\ So, it's based off of creating a backstory to how AROMA came to be, my second song-inspired AND true-life inspired story. Go figure XD ...Plus, there's a severe lack of Antic Cafe fanfics x_x Anywho, this story will be short, and with vacation coming up, and the need I feel to complete this story for my own sake, I will be updating soon!!!!! Thank you all for your patience! ^_^ Oh, I'm too lazy to make a real OC for Teruki, so just use your imaginations!! And the Takuya/??? pairing will be revealed soon!!
Chapter 1- The Un-moving Memories Suffocate my Heart I don't think I've gotten a decent night's sleep for a month. That's what I realize as I'm turning over in bed to see the clock flashing 4:38AM at me in the wake of the very early morning. His words are still ringing in my head like an overly popularized song that every radio jockey plays on their stations ten times a day. They won't go away. It's annoying as hell. I sigh and sit up, rubbing my eyes open as I decide that this will be as much sleep as I'm going to get, which is pretty good considering I went to bed at midnight. I reach over the nightstand to my phone and check it: No calls, no texts messages, not that I really expected there to be, but I hoped there would be a "Goodnight, sweet dreams" text waiting for me.
We've talked, we've texted, but as reassuring as his words are- "I still care about you", "You're always going to be my best friend", "It's not because we didn't go further"- there are still his other words that take a knife and stab those words until they're dead and bleeding on the ground- "I've had doubts for about a month", "I thought it was obvious that I had a problem with this", and of course, "I don't know when I stopped loving you".
It stings, and the pain gets to my eyes. I try rubbing the pain away, but more tears fall instead. I guess this whole thing is my fault, really, despite him saying it's not. I, in a moment of terrifying and very strong doubt of my sexuality, wrote that note to him, saying how I can't picture myself with him, how I don't think I'm bi or gay or whatever you want to call it. But that was a year ago, and we talked about it, and he said it didn't bother him. I'd like to think that that note- that stupid fucking note- wrote itself, but I have to take the blame for this, why we ended up so broken. I just wish he would have told me sooner instead of holding it in for as long as he did. I want to hate him, because I never considered guys until him, but now that he's gone, I can't imagine myself going back to "how I was before". And I can't find myself hating him, as much as I try.
I can, however, try my damnedest to hate that new boyfriend of his. "It just happened," he said. "I wasn't planning on moving on so fast," he said. I guess I didn't mean that much to him, since he moved on two weeks after breaking up with me. And just last week, he brought him to rehearsals to introduce us all to him, and I tried to fake a "nice to meet you" personality, but ended up running out of the studio and crying. He keeps breaking my heart, there seems to be no end to it.
I hate songs on the radio. Songs that never applied to me suddenly do. Ones of heartbreak, of not being able to move on, of cheating. I feel that still. I feel like he cheated on me, even though he says we're not together anymore. It's too soon, it's too fucking soon. But he's not available, and I'm left in the dust, alone.
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Going to work everyday has become a struggle greater than any I've ever had to face, and everyone else could see that. Miku said to go home for a few days and get some rest. Kanon said that they were just going to fine-tune everything in the studio, so rehearsals weren't necessary if I needed a break. Yuuki said to try to move on, "It has been a month, after all." I know he was just trying to be helpful, and that's what I keep telling myself, but he's still in every thought, every corner of my mind, his sweet and sometimes dirty texts are still taking up space in my inbox (I'm too scared to delete them now that I know he'll never send those to me again), his lips and hands, his body, I can feel the hot marks they left on my skin, and the moment I place my own touch to my lips or my neck, the hot turns to cold again.
I ended up taking three days off, using those days to get some sleep with the help of a sleep-aide pill or two, compose a song, based off of this chain of events of course, and seek out a therapist to help me get some insight, as well as helping me come to terms with my sexuality, and maybe telling my family. I just need someone to talk to, and he's not there anymore, and the others wouldn't understand.
Walking into the studio certainly is different from when I was there last. It seems so foreign to me, but I woke up on a bad note, from a dream... more like nightmare now, of a weird montage of our past sexual and romantic escapades, that resulted in more tears taking my sleep away again. I'm sure my eyes look somewhat bloodshot and puffy, but when I see everyone, no one seems to notice, or don't want to bring it up, as I'm sure they already know. And they don't ask the ever-so annoying question of "Are you okay?", since that seems obvious, too. I look over to him, and our eyes meet. He still looks so beautiful, which makes me jealous that I can't bathe in that beauty as I would have a month prior. He gives this wayward attempt at a smile, then turns away. It is only after that that I feel my heart beating faster at the fact that he acknowledged me.
I try to focus my attention back on what the others- band and staff- are talking about: A new music video, followed by a new single. I remember the composition I have folded and tucked away in my back pocket, but I'm too shy to bring it out, since I've only composed one other song before... Thinking of that song now, it would fit very well to my mood lately. I listen more: "We wanted to know if you all would be interested in taking a new direction?" When asked further, our manager replies, "Well, maybe stepping away from the bright colors for this video? You know, to show your versatility to the Cafekko." We all look at each other, liking the idea, except for me, who is looking down at the floor. All of a sudden, I feel my body acting on its own accord, pulling the paper from its hiding place and holding it out. "I think I have a song that would work for this," I say, confident and timid at the same time. Miku grabs it out of my hand and he and Kanon, who is hovering over his shoulder, read it. Kanon looks up with a small smile. "Wow, Takuya, your mini-vacation really did you good," he says, making me blush, embarrassed. This prompts Yuuki to read over Miku's other shoulder, and soon, both of them are praising me, too, with big, goofy grins that I missed on my time away. There weren't any grins or smiles on my days off, so it was refreshing but strange at the same time. And when the manager reads it over, he nods his head approvingly. "I think we could work with this very nicely." And for the first time in a while, I forget that he's in the room, lingering at the same spot. I'm too enthralled by the positive attention.
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There aren't many modifications made to my composition, to my surprise, and it sounds like what I had imagined it to be. Because of this, the recording of the song is estimated to take no more than a week, and Miku says he's gotten so inspired, relating it to his own past relationship, ironically, that he has the lyrics done in a matter of three days. It's times like these where I am glad to have music and my guitar in my life. I can tell it my feelings, no matter how bad or obscure they are, and it won't judge me or leave me, but instead, stay and make the negative feelings something so awing. We start recording two days later, each one of us sticking around to listen to the recordings of each part. When it's his turn, he gives a quick glance over to me, then turns back to setting up his drums in the recording booth. I watch him. It will have been a month and a week tomorrow that he dumped me, and almost three weeks since he started going out with... him. I guess you could say that things have gotten better. It has been awkward, but we managed to get into a decent conversation, but I can't look at him, because I know if I do, I won't be able to control myself. Still, I don't feel like we are friends. I still feel like we are broken, and it is a rotten feeling, knowing that he probably doesn't feel that way, or if he does, it will go away the minute he gets away from me and straight to him.
When he gets behind the drum set, he starts off strong, as always, but there is a new power to his drumming. Hard, like he is angry. The manager stops him and tells him to tone it down. He mutters an apology that I see from the glass that separated his recording room from the studio where I stand. Again, he looks at me through this glass, and then back down before starting up again, with less intensity. It suddenly occurs to me that he never shines his 120-watt smile my way anymore.
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Different looks... different looks... what could that possibly mean? I've dyed and cut, or let my hair grow out, to a few different styles, and I've worn some out-there things, though certainly not as out-there as Miku or Kanon. What could I do? Our manager wanted us to step back from color- except for Yuuki, since it seems as though the Cafekko would think it to be a cold day in hell when Yuuki isn't wearing anything silly or colorful, or both. I'm walking around a shopping area in town with Yuuki, since he's literally got clothes in his closet picked out to wear in the music video, my nose in a punk-rock fashion magazine. I find myself wondering what he will wear; He always wears simple things, but usually his personality or his seventeen ear piercings will make him exude much more than clothes ever could...
"Yoo-hoo! Takuya? You listening?" I hear on my right, along with a couple of jabs by a finger at my arm.
I stop walking and shake my head free of the bittersweet thoughts, looking up at Yuuki. "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry... What were you saying?"
He exaggerated a sigh as he continued talking again, and I processed that the murmuring I heard in my ear was him trying to talk to me before. "I was saying that I think I have everything all set for the video... except for the shoes... Oh! What do you think about bowling shoes?"
I stare at him quixotically. "Bowling shoes? I'd say... you were ready to go bowling?"
"Really? Hmm, I don't want to do that then..." He hummed, placing a finger on his chin in deep thought. His face suddenly brightened up with another idea. "How about clown shoes?"
Again, I stare at him. "...Did you say 'clown shoes'?"
"Yeah, they'd be perfect!" Frighteningly enough, I can tell he's not kidding. "My uncle used to tour with a circus, I wonder if he still has his pair..." As we start walking again, I start to understand what traits he got from what family members. I attempt a small laugh. "Go for it if you want to. You can pretty much pull off anything." I know this to be true as well. If he was like his uncle, and decided to take a side job as a clown, I'm positive he'd still have legions of fans filling up the big top.
"Thanks!" He replies cheerfully. I smile back, not having to fake it. I'm glad I had Yuuki help me come shopping. Even if our senses of fashion totally differ from one another, his personality suits me perfectly. "So, have you found a look yet? We're getting close to some of the stores in that magazine, I think."
"I'm not sure... All of this stuff seems so... heavy." I'm not sure how else to describe it. Yuuki takes the book from my grasp and flips through a few pages as we walk. "Well, I'm sure you don't have to go too-too far out of your comfort zone. You just need to be... darker, but comfortable, of course."
"Of course," I repeat. "Yuuki, do you know how to walk around in clown shoes?" The question comes up on the topic of 'comfort'.
He's silent for a moment before answering, "It can't be that hard. But if it is, the most I do is stand behind my 'board. I could just take them off and walk around set holding them in my hands!" He laughs at his own idea. I laugh at the mental image of Yuuki waddling around in clown shoes like a penguin. Things grow silent when Yuuki suddenly asks, "Takuya, I'm worried about you."
I immediately know what he is talking about, but dare to ask anyway. "What do you mean?"
He sighs. "Well, it's just, it's been over a month now. Don't you think it's time to... move on?"
"No." I answer too quickly. But the thought of me without him, it's terrifying. "It's been a month, but we were dating for over a year and a half, Yuuki. I'm not over it yet, I can't be, even if he is..."
"Well, that's what I'm saying," he says. "I don't mean that you have to get sucked into another long-term thing, but it'd be good to explore your options a bit, you know?"
He has a point, I know, but it still irritates me that he was saying this. I ran a hand through my hair. "I guess... I don't know, just not now."
Yuuki nods, understanding. It's then, as I'm looking up at Yuuki, that my eyes travel to the back cover of a magazine that he is still holding and I abruptly take it from him. Yuuki sees my curiosity and remarks. "Oh yeah, I've seen that look around a couple of other fashion mags, it's really catching on for some reason." It's a perm-like hairdo, straight in the front, but with wavy volume on the sides and the back. I find myself... liking it, a lot. It's not extremely drastic and bizarre, but it's certainly something different. "You think I could pull something like this off?"
"Maybe... If you're hair was a little shorter... definitely needs to be a different color too..." He analyzes my hair as if he was a stylist, which is somewhat amusing to me. "You think?" I ask, taking a strand of my orange hair between my fingers and looking at it from the corner of my eye, then shifting my gaze back to the picture of the male model on the back cover.
"One way to find out." I don't know what Yuuki is talking about for a second until I see him stopping in front of a hair salon. I keep thinking about my options: Doing it or not doing it. But I remember someone telling me once that the best decisions made life are spontaneous... or maybe it was from a TV show, I can't remember. But I feel myself grinning and looking over to Yuuki. He smiles back and we push open the doors to the salon. If they want a different look, I'll show them a different look.
I'll make him see just what he gave up.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: ...What has it been, like, four, five months? o-0 And here I am, starting another story XDDDDD I need to get back into my creative swing, that's what this story is for. I know I have two stories hanging off of nowhere, and I promise I'll get to them once my college stuff is done. But for now, there is a point I want to make about this story, if you guys don't mind ^^; Overall, the happenings of this story are entirely true, based off of what has happened to me in the past two months. It's one of the reasons that I've been away for so long, along with school, but what I went through/am going through is a far more prominent reason. Call it therapeutic. I also listened to AROMA a lot during this time, and the lyrics are so true for me, I can relate to them extremely well. The lyrics are in the chapter titles as well, and...well, I wish I was more creative with the title =\ So, it's based off of creating a backstory to how AROMA came to be, my second song-inspired AND true-life inspired story. Go figure XD ...Plus, there's a severe lack of Antic Cafe fanfics x_x Anywho, this story will be short, and with vacation coming up, and the need I feel to complete this story for my own sake, I will be updating soon!!!!! Thank you all for your patience! ^_^ Oh, I'm too lazy to make a real OC for Teruki, so just use your imaginations!! And the Takuya/??? pairing will be revealed soon!!