Title: Yearbook
Author: Me :)
Pairing: Golden Pair, Kawamura/Akutsu (just a little bit, names aren’t even mentioned)
Rating:PG
Warnings: Angst, Death
Notes: Idea is stolen from the song Yearbook of Hanson (a very old band, but a nice song)
First time writing something like this, please be nice. *hides*
I’m looking through the yearbook. I see a lot of pictures of my friends. Tezuka, I’ll see him in September, I’ll hope he’ll remember me next year. Then I see my best friend Fuji. He really has been a great friend to me. I hope I’ll still see him around
Then I see that name, but there’s no picture. Still I can’t forget his face. His red curly hair. His cute cat noises, the always jumping and energetic boy. But I want to know where did he go? Where did Eiji go. We were practising tennis and he didn’t came. Oishi was worried and wanted to call him. Tezuka didn’t allow him though. He thought he had slept over. It wasn’t the first time Eiji did something like that, so it wasn’t a strange thought.
It’s quiet in these halls, still I can here the echoing of the rumours of Eiji’s mystery. When he didn’t came to school either we thought he was ill. Oishi said he would go to his house this midday to bring him his homework and to look how he was. When he came to school the next day. He was as white as a ghost. His eyes looked like he had cried and he didn’t smile all day, not even all week, not even the rest of the year. There is a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Eiji go.
Poor Oishi he won’t even speak his name. His other half was dead. Nothing would ever be the same without his Eiji. He doesn’t play tennis anymore. His doubles partner isn’t there to play with him anymore. His doubles partner isn’t there to cling on him every time they won. His doubles partner wasn’t there anymore, to protect. His doubles partner wasn’t there anymore to talk to. His doubles partner wasn’t there anymore to worry about. His doubles partner was gone. No more
Sometimes I think I can here calling out my name. When I close my eyes, I can see him clearly screaming out my name, desperately. When I close my eyes, I can see every time he asked to talk somewhere, every time I asked if maybe we could do it sometime else. I wonder if we have to blame ourselves. If maybe we had listened to him when he asked to listen. We never thought it was something seriously, because he was always happy. It couldn’t be something seriously. He was healthy, he had a nice boyfriend. He had friends. He was all Japan number one in doubles. He couldn’t be beaten.
It has been a year now and a lot of things have changed. Oishi had wrote us all a letter in which he had thanked us for everything we did for him. He told us that he couldn’t bear to life without his Eiji. He was sorry to hurt us all but he had to do this so he could be together with his Eiji forever in heaven. He had killed himself. I keep thinking about Eiji. Where did he go? It says ‘in heaven’. Had he died?
I throw the yearbook away. I want to cry but the tears won’t come. I still can see him with closed and open eyes. I feel strong arms wrapping around my waist pulling me closer to a warm body. I can see his eyes and then I do start crying. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say either. There’s a lying in your silence. Tell me where did they go?