What song are you singing? My idol, my god, my everything. My voice, so faltered. Just a whisper in the crowd. But I still do not understand. Your voice that I adore so much, is not reaching me. It is not reaching me anymore. Tat/Ryu
This chapter has been sorta revised/changed. No life threatening changes though.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything made by Maki Murakami.
--Chapter 1--
I couldn't believe what my brother had just done. Again. I had just arrived at his nice, luxurious, looming princess tower, getting ready to knock my fist on the dry modernized door. When the door creaked open, I could only get a glimpse at the bright. blond, shock of hair, before he slammed the door. In my face. With me shivering my ass out in the cold.
Ass.
Oh, the joys of rain. How I dread it. All it ever does it soak your clothes, soak your perfectly dried hair, soak your undies...
...and the rain continues.
Maybe I shouldn't of left Kyoto and come over to Eiri's house. I mean all he ever does is bitch around about his stupid books and getting them done by his deadline. Then again I can't really say thats bad. He does make a shit load of money around here.
But then I fear the worst that his job has given him. Fan girls. Oh how I hate them with a fiery passion. Just like how they flock my Ryuichi, and stalk him dawn till dusk. I would do anything to get rid of them, and when I mean anything, I really do mean anything. And if the worst has to come, I'd even die for my Ryuichi.
Stopping in the middle of the litter adorned sidewalk, I and looked up at the "beautiful" sky. What a perfect day to spend the night on a bench. I already know the subways are going to be filled with stinking old hobos. My stuff was once stolen by one of those cretins. I shuffled my feet around. With just my backpack filled with a extra set of clothes and the little money I had left, I slowly made my way over towards the water soaked bench. It wouldn't matter if I sat in it, I'm already saturated with the disgusting filth they call "rain".
I sighed and turned to my backpack unzipping the pouch in the front, and pulling out my silver CD player. Sadly the player wasn't waterproof, I don't think any of them are really waterproof.
Sheltering my CD player from the rain, I scanned to track four. If you want have sex with Sakuma Ryuichi, ahem, be a Nittle Grasper fan, then you have to memorize all of the tracks on every single CD. Of course, I've already memorized all of them. Can't you already tell I'm crazy about them already? I'm sure you do.
"Damn CD player, play already!" Pressing the play button, all I could hear in my headphones were distorted sounds with fragmented and broken singing. I swore under my breath.
"Damn rain..." I took my sleeve and pulled it over my hand, starting to wipe away the excess water from my CD player. Perhaps I shouldn't of done that. My sleeve was drenched even more than my useless CD player. I sighed again while tossing the heap of junk back into my backpack. Maybe I should try Eiri's again.
Getting up from the bench was harder than I thought. Both my legs felt numb as I couldn't even feel my fingers.
Forget it, I'm just not going to move from this bench today.
Ok, so I lied. Can monks lie? I really don't know.
A low grumbling sound emitted from my stomach, signaling my desire to eat. I looked up, my eyes shooting down the road trying to find a feeding location. The third store caught my eye. It was a small ramen shop which looked pretty deserted. Grabbing my bag, I decided that standing up and getting to the food was my top priority. Screw Eiri and his nice, huge, warm, stupid, stupid, stupid, house.
I think life has kicked back into my legs. Grabbing the bench armrest, I pushed myself up from my seat. I wobbled slightly from the sting that climbed up my legs and arms. A grimace of pain crossed my face, but it faded away quickly. Cold weather kills.
I walked over to the curb and waited for the signal light to change to the green walking man. Once it changed, people bustled about quickly, with their stupid umbrellas, across the street. I started walking, only to speed up when the signal started flickering. The ramen shop wasn't too far away, as I found myself promptly in a seat.
"Hello, what would you like today young man?" A senile old woman had come up to me to take my order. I looked in my bag and found that I had just enough for a bowl of Miso Ramen.
"I'll take a Miso Ramen please." Smiling with as much politeness I could muster, the aging woman returned the smile and hobbled back, retreating through the curtains.
"Such a nice boy." I could hear her mummer on her way towards the back. My smile dropped as she left, and sighed for the third time. Old people are always easy to deceive, except for my dad. Even though he already has one foot in the grave, he's still as sharp as ever. If he ever got a hold of a gun, he's shoot me right in between the eyes. Well, he probably won't shoot me since I am now deemed "monk that will take over family business". Eiri and Mika are lucky.
Too tangled up in my thoughts I didn't notice another guy sit next to me in the barstool next to mine. His eyes were covered up with a pair of dark expensive looking sunglasses, and on top he wore a simple blue cap. Something irked me about the way he wore his sunglasses and hat, but bothered not to stare to long. Besides, I was taught that staring at somebody really ticks people off. I rubbed my cheek slighty, experience comes in handy.
"Here you go, one Miso Ramen." A bowl was placed in front of myself as did a pair of chopsticks. I looked at the contents in the bowl. Normal Miso Ramen, and looks safe to eat. Breaking apart my chopsticks, I dove into the bowl. What I didn't notice was a gaze watching me, but decided to brush it away and continue eating, that was until the stranger spoke.
"Hey, aren't you Eiri Yuki's brother?" I flinched at that name. Truthfully, I did love my brother, but always being referred to "his brother" really made me mad.
Eating away at the last noodle on my chopstick I turned to look at the stranger. "Yeah I am... What of it?" I didn't notice it before, but his facial features were incredibly beautiful. He almost looked like Ryuichi in a way. If it weren't for that hat and those glasses I could of checked, but that would of been rude.
"You just looked like him, my friend is his lover." He winked at me. I slightly shuddered, but continued to talk to him anyways.
"Whats your name?" His voice was as smooth as silk, almost as if he invented the language itself. His suave voice kept me distracted to my surrounding, making me less aware to what was actually happening.
"Ah... Uesugi Tatsuha." My voice must of squeaked. That must be the reason he looked at me so funnily, like he was going to laugh if I said anything else. I'm starting to get kind of pissed.
"Um.. excuse me, but you are?" I couldn't help but ask. A general question if you must know. He stared at me for a while before grinning towards me.
"Sakuma Ryuichi, na no da!" His bouncy voice startled me a bit, but I regained myself back together easily.
Wait...
Sakuma... Ryuichi? I dropped my chopsticks earning a rewarding wooden clash to the ground. He kept smiling at me with his goofy grin as I just gaped at the person in front of me. My idol, my god, my... Ryuichi was sitting next to me. Sitting next to ME. Such a coincidence, couldn't be a coincidence.
"Sa... Sa... Sakuma-san!" Again, I think my voice squeaked.
I gasped slightly.
And there was that little pink bunny plush he always carried around with him on his lap.
Am I going blind?
I think I am.
"So Tatsuha! Where do you live? Are you staying with Yuki?" he asked. What I wanted to know was why I couldn't recall his voice. I've listened to him more than a thousands times, and yet I couldn't even recognize his voice. I am either truly pathetic, or I'm also going deaf.
"Well... I was going to stay with Eiri, but he kind of kicked me out. Sorta explains why I'm practically soaked to the bone here." I heard a slight chuckle come from my idol. He looks really cute when he laughs. Oh, the agony of keeping my hands to myself, it's so hard, but I don't want to leave a bad impression on Ryuichi.
"Really? Well if you talked to Shuichi, he'd probably let you in, na no da." I blinked at him. Maybe Ryuichi was right. Maybe I SHOULD ask Shuichi.
"Yeah, but Shuichi's always busy at work. I'd have no time to talk to him." Ryuichi cocked his head to the side and looked at me with confused eyes.
"But Shuichi always talks to me. He's never busy!"
"Yes, but Shuichi works in the same building as you Sakuma-san."
"Don't call me that," His tone had dropped, just slightly, but I could hear the desperate change. He stood up from the stool, and tossed some money carelessly onto the table. "Just call me Ryuichi."
I looked at his empty seat for a while before realizing he had left. Guilt began to toss itself at me, as the way he had addressed it made me want to stab myself. All this time I was having a comfortable chat with Saku-- Ryuichi, and nothing seemed to affect that conversation. Until, that is, I just had to go and make him mad. Wait, did I actually make him mad?
"Young man, that nice customer payed for your bill as well. I think he also left you this..." The old, almost crippled, lady handed me a folded piece of paper. I graciously took it from her and opened it up.
A phone number.
Or something close to it.
My eyes widened at the sight of the crumpled piece of paper. I thanked the lady before picking up my backpack and heading back outside.
Outside where the rain continues to poor, and where the messy written telephone number on the snow white paper smudged.
"Ryuichi... Why are you so difficult?" Staring at the wet paper, I walked carelessly into the road. I felt so confused as to what I should do, but that all changed quickly when I heard the screeching tires of a car, and the shouts and screams that were directed towards me.
"Tatsuha!"
Reacting to the sounds were not enough, and soon I was engulfed in pain that was unexplainable, and a darkness that seemed to flutter in my vision.
I could not recognize that voice that yelled at me last.
I just could not recognize it at all.
But, somehow my backpack came alive, playing pleading music in the rain.
That melodic voice...
...matched his voice.
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Well I'm trying to revise all the chapters, but it'll go slow. I just hope you guys still like it, gomen!
This chapter has been somewhat revised.