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Park, 6:46 P.M.
Oshitari had always prided himself for his capacity to analyze things clearly and control his emotions. However, he seemed to have lost the ability to do such things these past few years.
And he knew the exact reason why.
It was because of the person he was looking at right this very moment. The boy- no, man that was thought to be dead until a few days ago. The man that had changed Oshitari’s life was back. It was the one person that Oshitari Yuushi loved more than anything.
It was Mukahi Gakuto.
The former tensai stood rooted on the spot, unable to move. The willow branches that Oshitari still held in his hands creaked, as if protesting against the man’s tight hold.
“Gakuto…”
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"'You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.' Haven't you ever heard of that?"
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Suddenly, the redhead turned around and Oshitari stared…
…Into the face of Kikumaru Eiji. “Hoi! Oishi!”
The man was bouncing like a five-year-old despite his age. The former Hyoutei tensai was startled when Eiji started running towards him, waving his arms recklessly. The violin was held in his hand in a rather loose fashion.
Oshitari looked around for any signs of the other half of the Golden Pair but found none. Realization dawned to him not long after though. Looking down at himself, he saw that he was dressed differently, in clothes that were definitely not his.
“Oishi!!!”
Reaching up to feel his face, he was horrified to find that he was Oishi Syuichirou.
-snicker- I bet I gotcha there! Since everyone practically knew who the violinist was, I decided to put in a little something to mess with you all. xD Here’s the real chapter:
Masochistic MEMOIRS
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
MEMOIR Three: Violinist?
Park, 6:46 P.M.
Oshitari had always prided himself for his capacity to analyze things clearly and control his emotions. However, he seemed to have lost the ability to do such things these past few years.
And he knew the exact reason why.
It was because of the person he was looking at right this very moment. The boy- no, man that was thought to be dead until a few days ago. The man that had changed Oshitari’s life was back. It was the one person that Oshitari Yuushi loved more than anything.
It was Mukahi Gakuto.
The former tensai stood rooted on the spot, unable to move. The willow branches that Oshitari still held in his hands creaked, as if protesting against the man’s tight hold.
“Gakuto…” the words were whispered quietly, but they seemed oddly amplified to Oshitari’s ears. Even after four years, Gakuto still had a small and slight frame.
The violinist didn’t hear the former tensai though, and continued to struggle with the piece. (Beethoven's Romance in G major)
The bluenet’s arms fell limply at his sides and the willow’s arms snapped back up sharply, creating a startling sound.
Gakuto turned around in the middle of playing and stared at Oshitari with question in his eyes. “Can I…?”
The redhead could not complete his question however. How was someone supposed to ask “Can I help you, sir?” when that “sir” suddenly ran up to you and hugged you like a long-lost lover?
He dropped his violin.
Gakuto gingerly tapped Oshitari’s shoulder, meaning to ask the man to let him go. He did not get to ask that though, because right then, he felt warm lips brush against his own. Bringing his arms up, the redhead abruptly pushed Oshitari away.
“What do you think you’re doing, pervert?!”
The bespectacled boy stared at Gakuto with disbelief in his eyes before regaining his composure. He cleared his throat, “Mukahi Gakuto…”
Eying Oshitari suspiciously, Gakuto nodded. “That’s me. Who are you?” The man bent down slightly to pick up his instrument, still keeping an eye on the stranger.
“I… You really don’t remember?”
Confused, Gakuto narrowed his eyes. “Remember what?”
Trembling, the bluenet finally realized what had happened.
‘Gakuto… I’m sorry. I guess it’s better for the both of us to remain strangers from now on…’
“I apologize… I must’ve mistaken you for someone else.” Turning, he was about to walk away when Gakuto called out.
“Mukahi Gakuto isn’t a very common name…” The redhead’s voice got softer, laced with uncertainty. “Did you know me?”
Stopping in his tracks, Oshitari felt himself lose control. “Yes… We were… very close.”
Gakuto was glad that the man in front of him had his back turned, for if he did not, then Oshitari would no doubt see the red tint spreading across his cheeks. “I see… Well, I guess you have probably figured out that I’m amnesiac.”
Staring hard at the back of Oshitari’s head, Gakuto could see him nod.
“May I ask for your name?”
Oshitari suddenly stiffened, but relaxed soon after. As he turned around, a smirk that hadn’t been used for years returned to his face. “Oshitari Yuushi.”
Blinking, something in Gakuto told the man to scowl. As he stared at Oshitari, trying to remember if he ever knew him, he found that he really wanted to wipe that smirk off the man’s face.
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“Your face is annoying!”
“How so?”
“It… It just is!”
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His irritation took over and he opened his mouth. “What are you smirking at?”
“Hmmm? What are you talking about?”
Twitch. “You’re laughing at me.”
The accusation only made the smirk on Oshitari’s face wider. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are! You’re annoying!” Huffing, the man glared heatedly at the bluenette.
“Maa… If I’m so annoying, I guess I should take my leave now. Until we meet again, please take care.” Oshitari gave a small wave and set off, not stopping this time. ‘I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again very soon.’
Gakuto stared after the man, the scowl still on his face. However, it soon turned into a small smile, but the redhead did not notice that he was smiling until a few moments later.
“Oshitari Yuushi, huh?” The name rolled off his tongue easily, strangely enough. Although he did not remember whom Oshitari was, something about the stranger he had met was familiar.
Maybe it was the annoying and arrogant air that the blue-haired man had around him?
Yawning, Gakuto checked his watch before squeaking at how late it was. “It’s almost nine!”
Scrambling to pack up his violin, the man hurried out of the park, arriving at the apartment complex in less then 10 minutes. He slowed down as he started to climb the stairs and cringed when his keys jingled. Slowly opening to door to his new home, Gakuto tiptoed in (so that he would not wake his neighbors up) with a content smile on his face.
Oshitari’s Room, 9:34 P.M.
As Oshitari slipped under the silky blue covers of his bed, he felt himself replaying the events that happened today since Atobe visited him. Oddly, he felt himself relax. Although he had many thoughts going through his head, he did not get the headaches he usually got when his thoughts overwhelmed him.
Taking off his glasses, he carefully folded them up and reached over to put them on his nightstand.
Slowly, Oshitari felt himself drifting into a quiet slumber, and for the first time in the last few years, he slept through the night peacefully.
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“Go to sleep, Yuushi… You need it.”
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Morning…
The sunlight shone through white curtains and caught the former tensai right in the face when he shifted in his bed. Wrinkling his nose and stirring, Oshitari groggily opened his eyes, rubbing them when he sat up. Yawning, the man felt younger and lighter than he had since high school ended.
Walking into the bathroom, he sluggishly turned on the water and took a cold shower to wake himself up. It didn’t take long for his brain to suddenly become alert and his body to become numb.
Oshitari stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Walking over to his closet, he nonchalantly picked out a pair of khaki shorts and a nice polo to go along with it.
A few moments later, Oshitari could be found in the kitchen preparing breakfast, in a light and happy mood. Adding a little bit of salt into his eggs, he flipped them over and let them cook a bit more before carefully putting them onto his plate.
As he put his plate on his counter and prepared to eat his breakfast, the phone rang.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Moshi moshi. Oshitari Yuushi speaking.”
“Otou-san! Otou-san! Shi-nii-chan is talking to me!!”
T.B.C.
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