[Multi-Chap] From Me To You (Chapter 8)
Title: From Me To You
Pairings: MaruDa, TaNaka friendship, NaKame friendship, JinDa friendship, RyoDa friendship, JunDa friendship, Junno/Jin/Ueda/Ryo/Kame friendship
Rating: G-PG
Genre: Fluff, AU, and more fluff :DD
Warnings: Un-beta’d, and slow developing plot
Disclaimer: Most characters in this story are real life idols of JE, and I only write fictional stuff about them. But the plot and OCs are mine.
Summary: True love - nothing needs to be said, nothing needs to be heard. Just by being together, I hope my overflowing feelings will reach you.
Previous chapters: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 |chapter 6 | chapter 7
Chapter 8
He held the ticket in one hand while the other was pillowing his head as he lay on his bed.
Tatsuya had given it to him before he went home, smiling hopefully and brightly as he did.
But still, Yuichi couldn’t escape this haunting feeling that Tatsuya was acting quite differently that night, his eyes weren’t twinkling like they always did, they were instead clouded by a sorrowful feeling that was cleverly replaced by exhilaration. And he regretted for not asking why.
Pushing that aside though, he was excited and looking forward to the recital, and was even happier to have been invited. But then again, even Koki was invited; his ticket was to be given to him tomorrow at work. It concluded to a solid fact that Yuichi was one among the rest, the same and nothing more special.
*~*~*~*
The lamps along the misty street marked out an avenue in the early morning haze as the city awoke, like a watercolour slowly coming to life. And as the sun started to crack dawn in the sky, its glow penetrating through the thin curtains of his apartment, Yuichi sat up slowly, almost painstakingly, on his bed, still trying to rouse off the residue of his fitful sleep.
When he was younger, his mother always doted on him, seeing that he was an only child, but when his sisters came into the world, he was somewhat pushed to one side, always unseen, invisible between the entity of other people’s existence. Of course he still loved his family, and it was time to move on from his peripheral past. The dreams where he always ended up being alone had to stop, because now he was not alone anymore, and he had a more clear and certainly perdurable meaning to how he wanted his life to be.
As they strolled down the narrow street until the noise of a busy city faded out behind them, Yuichi wondered why Koyama had brought him there to have lunch. The usual restaurant was left behind to drown in the busy crowd as Koyama led him to where he was inordinately adamant to have lunch that day, saying that Yuichi wouldn’t ever regret having to follow him through the almost scar road covered by brown unorthodox bricks.
Koyama finally stopped when they reached a small built café which seemed secluded from the busy walks of life, it looked timid and humble, yet appealing and genuine, it looked like a place where he would keep as a secret to himself if he found it.
A faint jingle was heard as Koyama pushed open the door, and almost immediately the scent of coffee flew to his nose. The air inside was thick with the smell of coffee, pipe tobaccos and an odd minty odour.
The place was dimly lit with orange lamps and decorated with the intricacies of old European furniture, and a big brown sofa was parked at a corner, looking comfortable enough to sink yourself into, leaving any worries at its surface yet no one seemed to be occupying the seat.
His assistant manager seemed to know his way around, and led his colleague to a table at the back of the café.
“Wow where in the world have you found this place? It looks so…so secluded-ish,” he gawped.
Koyama let out a restrained laugh “I was wandering around and before I knew it, this place popped out of nowhere.”
Yuichi nodded, his eyes still roaming through his surroundings, and finally they landed on Koyama who was craning his neck in an obscure way, his eyes prancing around, trying not to look too obvious.
“Who are you looking for?”
The other halted, looking a little startled, and grinned sheepishly. “No one important.”
“Well, I thought you had a special reason for changing our usual dining spot. It was far enough to have Koki decide to have lunch at the office instead.” He shrugged without missing a beat.
Koyama turned his gaze away, trying not to meet Yuichi’s eyes, and let out a nervous laugh, “Of course not…”
And his curiosity strings were tugged, “I knew it. You are expecting somebody aren’t you?” he sneered.
“No I’m not. And you better stop teasing me or I’ll stop teaching you sign language.”
“Oh come on, I’m already buying you lunch for the past week and now you’re quitting on me? It’s far too late to do that, my friend.”
Throughout the whole meal, Koyama looked somewhat disappointed and tentative but he didn’t say anything, as nice as Koyama could be, Yuichi didn’t want to tick him off nor try to test his patience or tolerance level.
“So…” Koyama suddenly started.
“So?” he echoed.
“How’s things going on between you and your special somebody?”
Yuichi spurted some orange juice and quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin before the liquid dripped onto his shirt. While Koyama was laughing, he stammered “What’re you talking about? What special somebody?”
“Ah don’t play dumb. I know you have a girlfriend. If not, you wouldn’t look so annoyingly invigorating,” he took a sip of latte and rested his eyes on the person sitting across of him.
Special somebody? Can I say that when the other party isn’t feeling the same way? Is the feeling even mutual to begin with? How can I be so confident and convinced to say that he’s my special somebody when he hasn’t indicated any special interest towards me?
“Nakamaru?”
He smiled a fake smile, “It’s nothing. I just really don’t have anybody special in my heart,” and he lied.
*~*~*~*
Wondering what he should wear that night, he decided to give Koki a ring, maybe his friend had an astute understanding of what an audience of a classic musical concert should dress like.
“It’s a concerto. Wear a suit,” was what he said. Now all he had to do was find a nice suit…
“Nakamaru! Over here!”
Yuichi sprinted a little, catching up with Koki who was waiting at the train station as they had initially planned to go to the concerto together.
“Hey, you dressed up pretty nice…Not bad.” Koki remarked as they hopped onto a cramped train.
“You too.” He flashed a quirky smile.
He was feeling pumped up for that night, Tatsuya had even sent him a friendly message saying how he looked forward to meeting up with him and his other friends, and he hoped that they’ll all enjoy the performance.
He held the ticket that was buried safely inside his pocket, almost wanting to never let go as he traced the piece of paper with a hand that was once tainted with the name of the person he loved using a non-permanent marker pen.
Upon their arrival at the concert hall, Yuichi was surprised and at the same time, amazed, to see a human traffic forming outside of the building, either making their way in or just killing time until the performance started.
A pointed-nosed woman wearing a fur coat with her head held up high as if trying to look down upon anyone that crossed path with her in this world strutted past Yuichi, the sickening pungent smell of her perfume making the young man sneeze involuntarily causing the woman to jump to one side, startled by the sudden stimulus reaction.
“How appalling! Young man, if you want to sneeze use a napkin for goodness’ sakes,” she said in a voice laced with imperiousness, her face distorting in disgust.
“Youngsters these days…I don’t even want to know why such a rude and ignorant creature is attending a performance as grand as this,” she finished her sentence in a mocking and contemptuous tone, walking away in a pugnacious behaviour.
“You old hag-” Koki stepped forward, his fists already in place for an assault, ready to avenge the insult his friend just received, but a firm hand stopped him from doing so.
“No, Koki,” Yuichi said in a reserved tone of voice, looking as calm as possible.
“But-”
“Maybe she’s right, where did my hygienic instincts go? It was so rude of me to sneeze into her face like that,” he chirped jokingly, almost laughing, but Koki didn’t see what was so funny about the whole thing.
Koki’s tensed posture relaxed and he stood beside his friend, feeling defeated and sympathetic yet at the same time, respect.
He couldn’t really understand why his friend was always so mature, so calm, so accepting and so reserved.
They hadn’t known each other for even a year yet, and during that whole period of time, not once had Koki seen an angry or unstable Yuichi who let his feelings take control over him over the smallest of things, unlike himself who could be described in a way that if chaos was a storm with thunder and lightning, he would be a man in a copper armor standing at the top of a mountain yelling ‘All people are bastards!’
Being complete opposites with each other, Koki couldn’t help but feel grateful and lucky to have such a good friend.
“Ah come on you,” he hooked an arm around Yuichi’s neck and jerked him forward, walking in an awkward way; his way of showing affection.
While the older was struggling to get free, a voice came from behind them.
“Nakamaru!”
They both turned around to find Kamenashi, Akanishi and Nishikido walking up towards them; with the only one looking excited and actually glad was Kame while the other two were wearing flat expressions.
“Ah, Kamenashi, good to see you,” he smiled cheerfully, trying not to feel too uncomfortable with the other two’s significant presence.
“And look who’s with you! If I’m not mistaken, you’re Juri’s older brother aren’t you?” he pointed a finger at Koki who was just letting Yuichi out of his suffocating hold.
“Sensei?! What a pleasant surprise to see you!” Soon both of them were grinning brightly, engulfed into an animating conversation like two good buddies, leaving Yuichi to walk with the somber duo that hadn’t shown any interest to interact or socialize with him.
They all got into the building, almost canned between the vast crowd of humans, and sliding among the sea of people was a jubilant Taguchi, calling his friends at the top of his voice.
When he got closer he leaned in and said, “Come on, let’s go to the dressing room at the back.”
Finally, the six boys stood freely in an open space of the back part of the concert hall.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Taguchi Junnosuke, cellist.”
“Tanaka Koki, I’m with this guy,” he nudged vaguely at Yuichi.
“Tanaka, I forgot to introduce you to these two here,” Kamenashi suddenly intruded.
“Ah, I didn’t notice before, nice to meet you, I’m Tanaka Koki.”
“It took you this long to finally notice us?” Nishikido snapped, earning a questioning look from Koki who would’ve snarled back if not for Akanishi who quietly said, “Akanishi Jin, nice to be met.”
“I’m Nishikido,” he mumbled and Koki just nodded, leaving a question mark upon Nishikido’s cold attitude earlier.
Taguchi announced that Tatsuya was still getting ready and he himself still had some things to do so he left them there, saying that the pianist will come out in a while.
“Rather than waiting for him, why not just burst inside and give him a surprise?” suggested Akanishi when Taguchi was out of hearing range, and everybody snapped their heads to look at him, giving a strange look. Yuichi was particularly surprised at the admission, he thought that Akanishi was quiet and, well, not devious.
“But it won’t be a surprise anymore if we always do that. This is like the fifth time you suggested the same thing, I’m sure even Tacchan is tired of it now,” was the reply he got from a sensible looking Kamenashi.
“Geez, you’re such an idiot,” sputtered Nishikido.
Akanishi trained his eyes downwards and looked disgruntled, “But he seems to enjoy it every time we surprise him,” he muttered under his breath, but Yuichi heard it and smiled to himself. I certainly need to get a better understanding on this guy’s personality.
The door behind them clicked open and the red-haired pianist stepped out in a monochrome tuxedo complete with a neck-tie and polished shoes, but his hair was a mess.
“Ueda, what happened to your hair?”
“Bad hair day, I still need to fix it. But it’s good to see all of you here.”
“Pomu! Thanks again for inviting me.” Koki clapped a hand on Tatsuya’s shoulder and they both grinned at each other. It made Yuichi wonder just how close those two were since Koki already had a sobriquet in store for the other who didn’t seem to mind at all.
“You guys!” called Taguchi who jogged up to them. “Hey, you all should take your seats up front. And Uepi, do you need help with your hair? It looks so messy.”
“Okay then, let’s do the usual,” said Kamenashi enthusiastically.
“The usual?” chimed Yuichi and Koki together, confusion drawn onto their faces.
“Do we have to? It’s so embarrassing,” Nishikido protested.
“Now, now. It’ll help get these two’s engines running, right?” The pianist and cellist nodded at Kamenashi, the three smiling like a group of little children.
With a last sigh, Nishikido stepped forward and Akanishi followed while the other three formed a circle.
Tatsuya gestured for Koki and Yuichi to join in the group huddle and after everybody was in place, their hands put out in front of them at the centre and on top of each other like a sandwich of hands, Kamenashi shouted “Taguchi and Ueda; FIGHT-OH!!” They pressed their hands down and then shot them upwards.
Kamenashi gave a little hug to Tatsuya and wished him luck, before telling Taguchi to do his best and not mess up. They all went to the auditorium, and before he walked away, Yuichi mouthed an inaudible ‘Good luck’ to the pianist who just nodded and smiled in return.
Their reserved seats had a very nice view of the stage, but somehow, after much bickering and squabbling, Yuichi ended up being sandwiched by Kamenashi and Nishikido. He sat down nervously, drowning in the muttering and chatters of other viewers that filled the auditorium while waiting for the performance to start.
The lights dimmed, and the thick red curtain that covered up the stage parted, revealing an orchestra with a grand black piano set in front and the restrained noise immediately ceased to ultimate silence.
He could see Taguchi behind a cello among rows of other musicians with their flutes, oboes, clarinets, bassoons, trumpets, violins in place, ready to showcase a spectacular performance.
The conductor strode in and took his place on a platform at centre stage before bowing to the audience.
And then Ueda Tatsuya, the star of the show, walked in from the side in his tux, his hair finally behaving, and after bowing he took his spot on the piano stool.
With a wave of the conductor’s hand, the piece started with an energetic strike by the timpani and the strings, followed by a fierce, descending attack by the piano, Tatsuya looking serious and focused on what he was doing.
Yuichi pulled out a pamphlet given earlier at the entrance and read the title of the piece; Piano Concerto in A minor, Op. 54 by Robert Schumann.
The theme was then given to the pianist, and Yuichi snapped his concentration back on the stage, staring wide-eyed at the piano performance.
The concerto which opened with a downward-surging, darkly martial introductory gesture now continued with a high-minded dignity, becoming the prime source of melodic material, spawning closely related themes that alternately brooded and, in the major mode, provided respite from the sober atmosphere.
It was probably because it was his first time witnessing a classical melodic performance, or it could be concluded that it was because he was watching a seemingly delicate figure sitting on a far and bright stage, his tapered fingers dancing a ballet upon the keys with a determined expression to deliver the best performance sketched on his beautiful face, the melody produced from the magical-like instrument imbibing the souls of those who hear it, that made Yuichi feel so enraptured, so captivated.
The world around him spun around and dissolved into nothing, disappearing from his thoughts as his mind focused solely on the stage performance.
The development caromed from one mood to the next in an almost dizzying fashion, all the while exploring the ambiguities of the themes' various components.
And as the third movement of the piece showed great colour and variety with its regal and noble tune, Yuichi felt his heartstrings being tugged, the piece finishing with a restating of the previous material before finally launching into an exciting finale, and ending with a long timpani roll and a huge chord from the orchestra, and a tear escaped his eye.
It was so amazing, remarkable, almost no word could describe how it affected him, hearing a live orchestral performance, watching Tatsuya perform before his very eyes; everything was too intricate, a labyrinthine emotion that was far too complicated to depict.
He sat there stunned as the people around him stood up to give a big round of applause while cheering loudly and he quickly wiped his moisturized eyes.
He too stood up and clapped loudly, almost numbly, and through the throng of people that stood in front of him, he could’ve sworn that the bowing pianist on stage threw a glance at him.
*~*~*~*
After the reporters and interviewers dissolved and the lounging area became quiet, the five of them clambered inside Tatsuya’s dressing room that was filled with bouquets of flowers and baskets of souvenirs.
“That was some awesome playing Pomu!” Koki congratulated him with a friendly pat on the back and turned to Taguchi, “You too. Even though you were at the back, I think you stood out well and dazzled everyone with your performance.”
Taguchi grinned, “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
“As expected, you were great. Though the piece was kinda mellow for the start of summer don’t you think?” Akanishi joked and Tatsuya giggled in return.
“Well, as long as he puts on a marvellous performance, who are you to complain?” Kamenashi responded.
Taguchi glanced at his watch and jumped his gaze back at the pianist, “Hey, we should get going, the others are waiting.”
“Oh, you’re going drinking with the orchestra? Why didn’t you say so?”
“Yeah, it’ll probably be the last time we do a collaboration with someone as famous as Uepi so we’re celebrating it tonight.”
Yuichi tilted his head to one side, not quite understanding what he meant by ‘the last time’ and Taguchi felt the need to explain even further.
“You see, Uepi’s a soloist. So he only does collabs with people who request for it or invite him to do one. Our orchestra sent an invitation and so we have me working together with him. I thought it would be a great chance for our group, you know, even though I’m only a part-timer,” Taguchi smiled.
“Like your job as a model isn’t enough,” Nishikido rolled his eyes but then grinned; he meant it as a joke.
“Oh? That’s so cool. Wow, I’m friends with a pro pianist and a model,” Koki just had to say it out loud to digest the fact and the others just laughed it off.
Outside, they said their goodbyes, with the two musicians heading to a restaurant, Kamenashi and Akanishi deciding to go to a nearby diner and the other three still undecided.
Yuichi couldn’t help but to feel slightly disappointed though when Tatsuya waved goodbye, he didn’t even get a chance to properly congratulate him nor talk to him, expressing how he felt during the concerto.
Koki tugged him, indicating that they should get going too, and he walked alongside him, with Nishikido shuffling ahead of them.
The man at the front suddenly stopped dead on his tracks and swung around, “Why are you following me?”
“What the- Why should we follow you? We’re just heading towards the same direction,” Koki snapped back.
Nishikido narrowed his eyes, “Just keep at least a 3 metre range between us and I won’t call the cops.”
“Oh right, like we’re going to rob you out in the open like some desperate idiots.”
“Well, you might as well be a mob gangster that extorts money out of innocent individuals.”
“Just how many friends have abandoned you? I’m guessing a lot.”
“I don’t have time for such childish quarrels.”
“You started it.”
“Yakuza.”
“Chibisuke.”
“Look into a mirror before you say that.”
“Right back at you.”
“Oh will you guys quit it?” Yuichi’s patience which had the tensile strength of putty snapped at this point.
“We’re all heading towards the same direction so why don’t we pretend to be good buddies and walk quietly to the train station and then we can go our separate ways? Just pretend we don’t exist, Nishikido.”
Nishikido snorted and Koki grimaced but they both walked away quietly, letting their squabble end just as that while Yuichi just sighed.
“Oh Nakamaru, I forgot, I’ve got an appointment to meet someone,” Koki abruptly exclaimed and continued,
“Do you mind going home alone? I’ve really got to go now or I’ll be late.”
His friend smiled ruefully and nodded, “Just go ahead. And don’t get into any trouble Koki,” he reminded as his co-worker ran off, waving his hand as he went, "See you on Monday!"
So all that’s left were him and Nishikido.
*~*~*~*
They ended up riding on the same train, getting off at the same time and walking back towards their respective destinations together; all done in a lengthy half an hour of silence and blissful ignorance.
And Yuichi felt quite grateful that he finally lost sight of the other at a crowded shopping district, hoping that they wouldn’t bump onto each other any time soon, he felt that their relationship was almost incorrigible.
His patience was wearing thin that night and after he had a quick bite at a takoyaki stall, he headed home, wondering if he was lucky enough which he never really was, he might even get a chance to run into a certain neighbour of his.
But weirdly enough, he felt a sudden desire to take a walk at the park behind his apartment building and so he did without a second consideration.
I hope people won’t mistake me for some kind of stalker, walking around a housing estate wearing dark clothes at night. Even I would misinterpret myself as a stalker, he thought as he strolled around the playground, the lamp poles being his source of light, his reverie accompanying him, and the sound of his shoes dragging along the pavement was the only music heard.
He walked for a few good minutes before stopping near a bench that was occupied by a man.
He flinted closer from behind, his curiosity betraying his courage in case it was a some kind of criminal setting a trap, his eyes squinting while his mind tried figuring out the probabilities.
He stepped to the side of the bench, now having a full view of the stranger’s face; who turned out not to be a stranger at all.
“Nishikido?!”
*~*~*~*
“Uepi, what’s wrong?” Taguchi asked while offering some rice crackers to his friend who rejected it politely.
He shook, “I have a bad feeling suddenly…Maybe we should end this party earlier?”
“I don’t mind, if you’re feeling sick or tired I could get you home this instant. What’s the matter anyways, you seem to space out more than usual as of lately, I’m starting to get really concerned.”
“I’m not sick but…” Taguchi was one of his closest friends, and knew a lot about him, but the lot that he knew wasn’t enough, so he decided not to tell the other what was really bothering him which was the confrontation with his father, but there was another problem that had started to occur just recently but the even bigger problem was, he couldn’t really figure out what was amiss.
“Taguchi, Ueda! Come, the yakiniku’s ready.”
“Ah, we’ll be there in a sec,” Taguchi turned back to his friend. “You should say a proper goodbye if you really want to leave.”
Tatsuya nodded assent and gathered his things.
*~*~*~*
“You!”
Yuichi quickly recomposed his façade and said flatly, “I have a proper name you know.”
“I know, but I’m not particularly interested to use it.”
“And I wonder why?” he said on a sarcastic remark.
“The truth will not set me free so I won’t say.”
“Suit yourself then.”
“The day I call you by your name properly will be the day I accept you as an acquaintance and as a human being,” Nishikido dead-panned.
“I have a feeling that you don’t like me very much.”
“Trust your feelings. Embrace it.”
They glowered at each other for a while before tearing their gazes away, the older letting out a frustrated sigh while the other just clicked his tongue.
After rocking on the balls of his heels, Yuichi finally decided to sit down beside Nishikido who promptly stood up.
“I didn’t invite you to sit down.”
“It’s a public place, I don’t need your permission to sit here.”
“Fine then,” and he sat back down on the bench.
Unspoken words filled up the stiff space between them. The wind rustled the shrubberies that hung above them and the sound of a police siren coming from the main road went by and left.
In the end, it was Nishikido who spoke up.
“We’ve been friends ever since high school.”
Yuichi threw a sideway glance but remained quiet.
“I know what he’s like, and I know what he’s been through,” Nishikido continued his sentences one by one.
“Jin was my childhood friend and I introduced them to each other, then Kame was brought in, and after a few years we reunited with Taguchi, and suddenly everything falls into place.”
He didn’t know why Nishikido was stating all these facts, but he didn’t interrupt and allowed the other to continue.
The younger let out a heavy sigh and leaned back, “But then you…” he chuckled, “You suddenly popped out of nowhere.”
“As much as I like Ueda’s open hearted and sparkly nature, I really don’t sometimes.”
Yuichi’s eyebrows creased together, “It sounds to me like you’re jealous.”
The other seethed and stabbed a fiery glare, while Yuichi calculated the facts at hand and calmly added, “You like him don’t you?”
Nishikido widened his eyes, almost quailing but pressed it down, maintaining his equanimity, but couldn’t help looking very indignantly surprised.
That night he didn’t feel like holding back any of his emotions, nor any of his opinions and speculations.
“And when I came into the picture, you feel threatened,” he continued in a quieter voice, “That’s why you’re always so hostile towards me yet you could get along well with your other friends.”
The accused one stood up and squared his shoulders, “That’s what you think, but it’s not the truth.”
“Then explain why you’re always acting like a bastard towards me,” he challenged, standing up and facing the other.
“It’s because I don’t like you.”
“Why?”
“Because!” he shouted and stopped for a while, “It’s because-”
“I’m a hindrance to you aren’t I?”
Nishikido didn’t respond and shook his head in disdain, trying to drop off the argument, but it was just getting started; it hadn’t reached its climax yet.
“You’ve known him for like what, 10 years now, and yet you hadn’t done anything. You think that he’ll stick to you forever and you’d have a lot of chance with all the time in the world before you can take any actions?”
What Yuichi didn’t realize was, he was starting to forget that he was talking to Nishikido and continued to sputter out everything that was fogging his mind.
“God, I can’t even believe this. Are you planning to keep your feelings bottled up inside you forever? Wait until those emotions begin to rot and let your chances slip away on a whim and then live a life of regret caused by the inconsolable things that you didn’t do?”
Nishikido too, soon realized that something was definitely off and just listened in sullen silence.
Yuichi was breathing heavily now, taking in huge amounts of air at a time, his seemingly blood-shot eyes set on the ground before he clamped them shut tightly.
“What do you know?”
His ears perked up and focused on Nishikido’s words.
“What do you even know?” he repeated. “You’ve only met him a few months ago, and you don’t know anything about him! So why don’t you try explaining to me the reason that you’re always ogling at him as if you have a crush on him? Tch, you don’t know anything about him yet you sure know how to blabber a bunch of nonsense,” he said in a voice that was like bile, with his cold gaze that could send a chill down anybody’s spine.
Without dragging on the heated argument any longer, he tramped away from the park and left Yuichi alone in the darkness of the night, drowning in his thoughts.
*~*~*~*
Before he went home, he decided to at least try to check on Tatsuya; see if he was already back or not.
But Nishikido didn’t have to trouble himself, because the person that he argued over earlier was spotted sitting restlessly in the lobby as if waiting for someone.
He hobbled closer, “Hey.”
The red head looked startled, but then his expression dissolved into something else which made Nishikido feel riled, but he kept smiling. “Are you waiting for someone? Aren’t you tired?”
The other just shook and tried smiling, but then paused and bit his lips, looking hesitant. “Ryo, have you seen Nakamaru? I tried his house earlier but no one answered.”
Nishikido clenched his fists and his jaw tightened but his smile remained intact. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine, why don’t you try again tomorrow?”
He hated it, but the words that were spoken by Yuichi earlier were stuck firmly in his mind and burnt in his memory, the realization at how right the other was made him feel rather foolish and discomforted. And he also felt a pang of guilt dampening over him, and he removed his gaze towards the door, searching for any sign of Nakamaru Yuichi but couldn’t.
When he went back to the park, he couldn’t see any sign of Yuichi and as the night breeze flew by, he realized with a sinking feeling that he probably owed someone an apology.
*~*~*~*
‘You don’t know anything about him!’ Those words blew some senses real hard into Yuichi.
He stood frozen in his spot, painfully swallowing what was said earlier, and as hard as it was, he knew that Nishikido was right.
He forced his feet to walk, and he unsteadily plodded towards his apartment building. The back door was closer so he decided to use that entrance instead and made his way to the elevator.
Still dazed, he stepped inside his premise and dropped on the bed without properly switching on the lights nor did he bother to clean up. He just wanted to lie unconscious and hope that everything will be better by sunrise.
Chapter 9
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A.N: For those who're wondering; chibisuke means midget.
I hate this chapter. I just don't particularly like it. I'm tired.
The most sleep I get for the past week is only about 3 hours a day. I'm suffering from insomnia obviously and that only happens when I'm stressed, but I don't actually feel stressed out. Just beacuse I suddenly laugh during a not funny conversation, sing Dream Express like a maniac, and laugh some more for no particular reason, have a strange craving for ice-cream and McDonald's only makes me a weird person.
It's just that I'm worried about my exam results that's gonna be announced tomorrow.
I am so not stressed out but maybe my sanity is little tweaked.....