This Fic, I wrote a while but I never dared to publish ... Hope you like.
The ghosts of the past
Mornings in New York in early November are cold, but not enough to freeze or die of hypothermia. However, that particular morning the weather inviting you to stay in bed and stay there until noon, after all it was Saturday. And with this idea in my head I try to turn around and I realized that to require getting out of bed, have to go through a mission impossible. I was cornered. My abdomen was surrounded by a pair of smooth skin long arms, however to feel them, you could see results that gave the go to the gym three times a week to practice kickboxing. On my shoulders and a little on my face, fell strands of blond hair, and dying in my ear the sound of heavy breathing of my companion. I smiled. It was definitely a good Saturday morning.
"Good Morning. Yumi-chan" I heard whispering in my ear
"Gokigenyou ... Sei-chan" greet as I turned to get in front of my blond companion saw her smile as her hands were engaged in trying to put my unruly hair in place.
"You ready for our first day of vacation?" Sei asked as she hugged me, squeezing me closer to his chest
"Not much, honey. Today we have to pack and see earrings to travel tomorrow... Also I'm still not entirely free. I have a report to send to Alex..." Sei growled showing his disagreement, I let out a slight laugh. Despite being 27, she still had her childhood dyes, something I appreciated because she maintained a jovial days even if they are the most difficult of my life.
Suddenly , the phone broke our atmosphere full of privacy. Sei looked at askance , she raised an eyebrow.
"You or me ?" Asked
"I answered yesterday, before bed ... " argue in my favor , resigned sigh Sei; was her turn . She was uncorked one and ran out of the room. If not so stubborn certainly did not have to get up , I thought, I had asking her , to pay direct telephone line in the room for some time, but she refused again and again with the excuse that to put a line in the room could never be truly alone.
"Yes, Yūki - kun ... Both fly tomorrow at noon" heard from my girlfriend, who was walking towards the room with the phone pressed to her ear . Thanks to the last sentence , I knew who spoke was my adorable little brother. Sei sat at my feet and I smile - Yeah, she 's here. I passed it , take care Yūki - kun - she said goodbye and handed me the phone, just after she dropped her head on my lap , I started to run my fingers through her hair as I used to get used to.
"I doubt you can make up 3 years of absence in three weeks" Yūki said , I really felt a void devour my entrails ... the words of rebuke from my brother , got what they always did , making me feel guilty .
"No . But that's a good place to start"
"Well, you have to push yourself. Now, I left . Tōko has come up with Sachiko - sama and insurance have some things to tell ... Talk to you tomorrow before you leave the airport"
"Later Yūki . Give my regards to Tōko-chan and a ..."
"You don't have to do, if it's a formality ... I 'll give your regards to Tōko when we're alone . Goodbye" Yūki hung up and I was left with the phone in my hands. Sei had fallen back asleep. I sighed
It was time to return to Japan, but this time I was three years older ... three years more mature. I now lived in New York, in an apartment in one of the more upmarket buildings in the city, working as executive director of the New York Times, my girlfriend had a column in the New York Times and also she was a teacher of literature at Columbia I was happy ... Because I was right? And yet, there was this hole in my stomach made after hearing my brother name this girl for three years I did not see, and who I had decided to go into exile the last three years here, America. The time to exterminate the ghosts of my past had come, but I was not sure I really wanted to exterminate them.