A bad Hiro fic by DudeIOwnYou
"Hi!"
"Uh…hello."
"My name's Shuichi!"
"Hiro."
"Hi Hiro! I don't know anyone else in this class…do you mind if I sit by you?"
"…go ahead…"
"Thank you!"
"Yeah."
"Hiro's a pretty name…"
"Hn."
"Anou…Hiro…you're cool! Do you wanna be friends?"
"We'll always be friends right Hiro?"
"Huh? Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was just thinking…you're the best friend I've ever had. I don't' want to lose you."
"Oh."
"Ne…Hiro…you never answered the question…"
"Of course we'll always be friends! Best friends forever!"
He knew Shuichi didn't remember today. There had been a time when he wouldn't be able to wait till the day came. But not this year. Hiro felt lucky that Shuichi even remembered that he existed, much less their anniversary. So he sat, in this dilapidated, shady bar, with no one but the elderly barkeep and the sticky counters to keep him sane. Shuichi may not remember, not this time, not this year; but Hiro wouldn't forget - couldn't forget. The memories wouldn't let him be alone. Wouldn't let him be happy.
"I like you Hiro."
"I like you too…"
"No, I mean…"
"What/? I can't hear you, you're mumbling."
"Nothing, nevermind."
Shuichi was probably with Yuki tonight; crying outside of that bastard's office to let him in. To be allowed to touch and not be burned, to love and not be discarded. Che, that bastard doesn't deserve him. Hiro thought, tipping his head back to take another swig of his beer. His face instinctively tightened as the bitter drink made its way down. He didn't drink much, didn't like not being in control of his body, but tonight he wanted to be drunk; to lose himself in the alcohol.
"Look! Isn't that so pretty?"
"…It's a rock."
"I know that! But it's so pretty…all those designs on it…"
"You want it?"
"It's so cool!…A…anou…Hiro? What are you doing? Get down from there! I don't want the rock that much. You're going to hurt yourself!"
"I'll be fine."
"Hiro! It's a pebble! Its not worth hurting yourself over. Get down!"
"Happy first anniversary."
"Wh…what? Hiro…?"
"Exactly one year ago you asked me to be your friend."
"Hiro! You remembered!!!"
"Of course I did. Now lets go home."
A small box sat ignored in his pocket, the corner jabbing into his leg - reminding him of its presence. Ever since that day, it had been an almost unspoken rule that they get each other presents, small, colorful rocks to remind each other of that first time. This one had been hard to find, hours were spent searching through bucket after bucket of pebbles. It was an almost exact copy of the one Hiro had given Shuichi all those years ago. But Shuichi didn't remember, didn't care. Maybe this time Shuichi finally realized that they were just rocks.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?"
"Eh? Yeah…a few girls…Why?"
"Oh…nothing. Just wondering."
"Ah…how many have you kissed?"
"…None…"
"You've never kissed a girl?!"
"…No…"
"What about boys?"
"…No…"
"Oh well then... We'll just have to change that ne?"
"Wh…what? Hiro?! What are you doing?!"
His beer was empty. Shaking his head, Hiro set the empty can down on the counter, raising his hand to signal the bartender for another one. He could still remember. And that meant that he wasn't nearly drunk enough.
"Anou…Hiro…"
"Hm?"
"About what happened last night…"
"…….yeah?"
"I …it…I mean… I …"
"Its okay, I understand…we were both drunk…"
"No! It's not that! I think I …"
"Shuichi. It's okay, really it is. It's not going to change things."
"Then why do you look so sad?"
"Because you're sad."
"Hiro…You're not understanding…I didn't mean that I didn't wan-"
"Shh, trust me. Everything is okay."
It was months before he'd even look at an alcoholic drink after that incident. They had gotten drunk and ended up sleeping together. Shuichi tried to tell Hiro that it was okay, but he knew that Shuichi didn't like him that way… it was just drunken passion. Hiro smirked, opening the new can he had just gotten. Months before he'd look at one, and now he couldn't get enough.
"You wrote a song?"
"Yeah…its not very good…"
"Let me see!"
"I'm not as good as you will be."
"…"
"What?"
"Hiro…this song…its so sad…"
"Aa… I was thinking maybe we could play it when we're famous…"
"What are you going to call it?"
"Anti Nostalgic."
Resisting the urge to laugh at himself, Hiro gulped the rest of his new beer, ignoring the way his stomach turned as he did. He had written that song as an attempt to show Shuichi what he felt. But Shuichi had thought he was writing it about a girl or something. Nothing more depressing than telling your friend your feelings and having them ignored. Now they're famous and the song is a hit. But what does it matter?
"Hiro!!!! We got it! We got our record deal!!!!!"
"We did?!"
"Yes! NG Records wants to sign us!!"
'YES! I knew we could do it!"
"This is going to be perfect! Just you and me!"
This time he couldn't help but hold back a self-depreciating laugh as he played with the tab on the beer can. Shuichi had said just the two of them, but what he had really meant was just the two of them until he found someone else. Someone with blonde hair, a bad attitude, and the strong potential for lung disease. Hiro was just filler till he found Yuki.
"I can't believe that guy!"
"What guy?"
"I met some guy in the park last night and he said my writing was stupid and that an elementary student could have done better."
"…..that's why you don't have the song done?"
"He didn't have to say that!"
Taking the box out of his pocket, he placed it on the counter, waving to the bartender to put the money he owed on his tab. Maybe some person would find the thing and keep the box at least. The rock had no value to anyone but him and Shuichi…well, just him obviously. Shaking his head, he walked out of the bar, not even the least bit drunk, despite all the beers he had downed. Turning, he walked down the sidewalk to his apartment, his breath misting in the cold night air.
"Who is that guy?"
"Yuki Eiri."
~*~Owari~*~
Hurrah for overly done HORRIBLE fics! Ah well, I just had to write this. GO ME!