OK, um....this just came out of nowhere, and demanded to be written. Maybe it was from the stress of first week of classes, or something like that....
Title: Just One Day
By: silentstar01
Category: Takumi-kun Series
Status: Completed…? We’ll have to see.
Chapters: 1
Author’s Note:
A little angsty piece. Gii/Takumi hints. I was kind of inspired by “Just One Day” by the Korean group SS501, in their latest mini-album “Rebirth.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Takumi-kun series. However, I do hope that I will be able to own the manga, drama CDs (if there are any), and the live-action adaptation movies.
Just One Day
Takumi sits on the window seat, his head resting against the frosted glass and his knees pulled up, clasped by thin hands. He shivers a little from the draft that escapes through the thin space of the opened window into the room.
He looks down his window and sees a couple sitting on a bench, just sitting quietly while holding hands. He quickly looks away, knowing that moments like those are private and not meant to be observed by anyone.
Just seeing the couple reminds him of the past, the past he’d rather forget. Unfortunately, he knows that he cannot consciously do this. The first few months were agony, until he wanted to scratch himself out of the trap of his own body.
He often wonders what could’ve happened if he was different. If he had done things differently. If he had known what would happen, so many years after those happy times, he would’ve treasured every little moment, every little smile, everything little thing about that person, so that he wouldn’t have all the regrets he lives with everywhere, the oppressive clutch around his heart that threatens to push him off the fine line of sanity.
If I could spend one more day with him…
He closes his eyes, and is just able to see that person’s smiling face in the darkness behind his eyes. He remembers the warmth he feels whenever that smile was directed at him. He remembers the happiness he felt whenever he was in his arms.
Takumi opens his eyes and realizes, like every other time, he is alone, and the emptiness he feels at seeing the empty room is almost too much to bear.
Gii…
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On another note, I've discovered that I'm quite a fan of WEAVER, a fairly recent Japanese band. When my friend heard them, she remarked that they sounded "flumpool-ish." ^.^