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cute series.
It's Just...
by Yui Miyamoto
I sighed again as I frustatingly sat there in the
room with the rest of the usual lot. And for what?
The usual slump.
And why? Yuki and Shuichi had another one of their
"lover's quarrels". Okay, okay, so they had a fight
to put it plainly.
If I seemed apprehensive, it was because I was so
close to just blowing up since this had been the
umpteenth time this had happened...in one week! One
whole week!
And here was Shuichi sitting on a desk in the middle
of the room while hugging his knees unable to know
what to do or write. He wasn't ever good at handling
emotional stuff like this anyway. When it hit, it
really hit.
Ever since I met Shuichi, in my mind, his heart was
like a roller coaster. He loved so many things and he
hated so many things too. His moods could change in
the blink of an eye. I guess for any other seemingly
'normal' person would think our friendship was strange
if we could stand each other.
To him, I had always been silent. I say stuff, but
then I never really tell him something that would hurt
him. I laugh as I think that I let him take his
'falls' for his stupidity. But anything beyond
that...rrr...
Then, it comes to Yuki. Yuki and I are okay...in a
way. We only have one thing in common and that one
thing is Shuichi. Other than that, I don't think we'd
like to cross each other's paths. He keeps his
distance, I keep mine.
Again, I looked at Shuichi sitting down on the desk
and so I ruffled his hair. "Just calm down. Think
about it again. I think the lyrics won't be that bad
if you're not as tense."
He turned his head to look at me and sniffled. "But
I don't know what to start with!"
Everyone, including myself, facefaulted.
"You mean you've been sitting here for a week and you
don't know what you're going to write about?!" I
shouted.
Fujisaki-san calmly took a deep breath. "I'll be back.
I'll get a breath of fresh air."
"Shindou-kun!" Sakano the tornado man was once again
freaking out and wailed on the floor mumbling to
himself as he always did when he had reached his
'i'm-going-to-have-a-breakdown-but-not-quite-there-but-will-be'
point.
"Shuichi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" K screamed and
hyperventilated while quickly trying to take out his
gun. (Guns...but we'll not go there. ^^;;;)
Luckily, Sakano and I stopped him.
We again dispersed for the night. But as I was going
to turn off the light, Shuichi again sat on the lonely
desk in the middle of the room.
I frowned and instead closed the door after saying
goodbye to everyone. Well, that wasn't without the
fact that I would promise to try to get Bad Luck's singer out of his slump or rather his "Yuki-and-I-are-upset-with-each-other-so-I-can't-think-of-anything-else" mode.
Shaking my head, I went over to him. This time he
had resorted to crying silently. Then, I took his
head with my arm. With that, he began to cry even
more.
I couldn't understand his relationship with Yuki. It
only hurt him. Okay, so my analysis is a bit
one-sided, but that's all I saw in Shuichi. His love
for Yuki made him even more unpredictable than he had
ever been.
Yuki...I don't know if you could ever understand him
as well as I do...
Shuichi grabbed onto my shirt. I had already heard
the story and so all I could do was just stand there.
"Hiro..." he wailed and sobbed loudly.
I sighed in annoyance. And it wasn't at him. And
so, I ended up putting my arms around him.
Just stop being with him and go with me Shuichi.
"Huh?" Shuichi stopped crying and looked up at me.
"Be with you?"
I looked around alarmed. Had I said that aloud this
time without knowing it? I did it at home all the
time, but not around other people. But even being
with Shuichi so much, I sometimes slipped something I
shouldn't have...and I had a bad feeling this was one
of them...
I stood there silent. I couldn't deny it or I couldn't
counter it.
"Is that true, Hiro?" He began to poke my cheeks for
me to answer.
I actually was holding my guard and finally going to deny it
as mumbling when he gave me that LOOK. That LOOK that
just made me say yes to every crazy thing he wanted to
do but knew I'd protest to.
Yes, that look...
"Hiro?"
Again, there I was closing my eyes to not be tempted.
At that moment, all the resolve I had kept through
these years went through the door and I cupped his
face in my hands and kissed him.
When I finished, he stared at me blankly. I stared
at him with a more than surprised face.
"Hiro, you idiot!" I thought to myself as I looked at
him.
"Maybe..." he said as placed his right hand on my
cheek.
"...this..." With his other hand, he brought my face
closer to his.
"...once." And there I was kissing Shuichi
again...and I began kissing his neck while unbuttoning
his shirt.
"This is wrong, Hiro." I shouted inside my head.
"But this was my only chance..."
Shuichi looked up at me with a calm face. "Just this
once, Hiro. It's okay..."
Then, he put his hands around my neck as his legs
wrapped his bare legs around my body...
As we looked each other on the floor, we smiled and
laughed. Then, I hit him on the head as I shook his
head. "Come on, Shuichi. I've gotta take you home now."
He grabbed my waist and began to cry.
"What? Why are you crying?" If there was one thing
I hated the most in the world, it was seeing my best
friend cry...and this time it was my fault.
"You should have-"
"Stop!"
I don't want to hear it...
I got up and began dressing up. "I don't
want to hear it!"
Again, he sat up listless while crying. With another
sigh, I began to grumble and started dressing him.
But as I did so, Shuichi had given me a look he had
never given to me before. In fact, I don't think he
ever had that kind of look...well, not as long as I've
known him.
I hugged him and patted his back. "You can stop
crying now."
He rubbed his hands on his eyes, but he wouldn't get
up. Then, once again, I picked him up and brought him
to my motorcycle.
As we rode through the dark streets of Tokyo, he kept
silent and held onto me as if he were dying.
I knew I had done something definitely wrong...
Throughout the ride home, we were silent. No wailing
or crying like the usual occurence.
As I dropped him off in front of their apartment,
Shuichi pulled me to a corner and began kissing me
passionately. Then, he pushed me away.
He turned around, and started to walk inside the
building, but he stopped to whisper into my ear. "You
should have told me earlier, Hiro."
Shuichi leaned even closer to me that I could again
feel his breath on my neck. In the moonlight, he again began
to cry and I saw a tear fall down. "I loved you too,
Hiro."
There I stood even more shocked than I had ever been
in my whole life. I turned around and walked to my
motorcycle.
As I put on my helmet, I had finally figured out why
I felt so guilty... So much guiltier than making him
cry...
...why he gave me that kind of look that I had never
seen...
...for the first time in his life, Shuichi had
something to regret. And it was all my fault.
Riding away, I began to cry and grip the handles with
my shaking hands.
The next day, we all gathered in the same room as
Shuichi once again became frustrated on what to write. But then, he looked at me and I glanced back at him while no one else was looking.
He took up his pen and began writing lyrics. When he
did this, everyone gave me a quiet thumbs up for getting him out of his slump. And I felt even worse.
Shuichi smiled at me and I smiled back. "You're doing well," I commented as he was writing away.
We acted as if nothing happened, but like actors in a
Noh play whose masks hide the true face of emotions,
inside we were crying...
For the person I loved the most in the world...
...The person whom I hated his lover for giving him
more pain than he could handle...
It would be me...
It was I...
...I had hurt him more than Yuki ever could...
--
Author's note: Yes, I really really really love Hiro.
And I wanted something like this. Heh.
Hope you liked it!
Sony and whomever holds rights to this awesome and
cute series.
It's Just...
by Yui Miyamoto
I sighed again as I frustatingly sat there in the
room with the rest of the usual lot. And for what?
The usual slump.
And why? Yuki and Shuichi had another one of their
"lover's quarrels". Okay, okay, so they had a fight
to put it plainly.
If I seemed apprehensive, it was because I was so
close to just blowing up since this had been the
umpteenth time this had happened...in one week! One
whole week!
And here was Shuichi sitting on a desk in the middle
of the room while hugging his knees unable to know
what to do or write. He wasn't ever good at handling
emotional stuff like this anyway. When it hit, it
really hit.
Ever since I met Shuichi, in my mind, his heart was
like a roller coaster. He loved so many things and he
hated so many things too. His moods could change in
the blink of an eye. I guess for any other seemingly
'normal' person would think our friendship was strange
if we could stand each other.
To him, I had always been silent. I say stuff, but
then I never really tell him something that would hurt
him. I laugh as I think that I let him take his
'falls' for his stupidity. But anything beyond
that...rrr...
Then, it comes to Yuki. Yuki and I are okay...in a
way. We only have one thing in common and that one
thing is Shuichi. Other than that, I don't think we'd
like to cross each other's paths. He keeps his
distance, I keep mine.
Again, I looked at Shuichi sitting down on the desk
and so I ruffled his hair. "Just calm down. Think
about it again. I think the lyrics won't be that bad
if you're not as tense."
He turned his head to look at me and sniffled. "But
I don't know what to start with!"
Everyone, including myself, facefaulted.
"You mean you've been sitting here for a week and you
don't know what you're going to write about?!" I
shouted.
Fujisaki-san calmly took a deep breath. "I'll be back.
I'll get a breath of fresh air."
"Shindou-kun!" Sakano the tornado man was once again
freaking out and wailed on the floor mumbling to
himself as he always did when he had reached his
'i'm-going-to-have-a-breakdown-but-not-quite-there-but-will-be'
point.
"Shuichi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" K screamed and
hyperventilated while quickly trying to take out his
gun. (Guns...but we'll not go there. ^^;;;)
Luckily, Sakano and I stopped him.
We again dispersed for the night. But as I was going
to turn off the light, Shuichi again sat on the lonely
desk in the middle of the room.
I frowned and instead closed the door after saying
goodbye to everyone. Well, that wasn't without the
fact that I would promise to try to get Bad Luck's singer out of his slump or rather his "Yuki-and-I-are-upset-with-each-other-so-I-can't-think-of-anything-else" mode.
Shaking my head, I went over to him. This time he
had resorted to crying silently. Then, I took his
head with my arm. With that, he began to cry even
more.
I couldn't understand his relationship with Yuki. It
only hurt him. Okay, so my analysis is a bit
one-sided, but that's all I saw in Shuichi. His love
for Yuki made him even more unpredictable than he had
ever been.
Yuki...I don't know if you could ever understand him
as well as I do...
Shuichi grabbed onto my shirt. I had already heard
the story and so all I could do was just stand there.
"Hiro..." he wailed and sobbed loudly.
I sighed in annoyance. And it wasn't at him. And
so, I ended up putting my arms around him.
Just stop being with him and go with me Shuichi.
"Huh?" Shuichi stopped crying and looked up at me.
"Be with you?"
I looked around alarmed. Had I said that aloud this
time without knowing it? I did it at home all the
time, but not around other people. But even being
with Shuichi so much, I sometimes slipped something I
shouldn't have...and I had a bad feeling this was one
of them...
I stood there silent. I couldn't deny it or I couldn't
counter it.
"Is that true, Hiro?" He began to poke my cheeks for
me to answer.
I actually was holding my guard and finally going to deny it
as mumbling when he gave me that LOOK. That LOOK that
just made me say yes to every crazy thing he wanted to
do but knew I'd protest to.
Yes, that look...
"Hiro?"
Again, there I was closing my eyes to not be tempted.
At that moment, all the resolve I had kept through
these years went through the door and I cupped his
face in my hands and kissed him.
When I finished, he stared at me blankly. I stared
at him with a more than surprised face.
"Hiro, you idiot!" I thought to myself as I looked at
him.
"Maybe..." he said as placed his right hand on my
cheek.
"...this..." With his other hand, he brought my face
closer to his.
"...once." And there I was kissing Shuichi
again...and I began kissing his neck while unbuttoning
his shirt.
"This is wrong, Hiro." I shouted inside my head.
"But this was my only chance..."
Shuichi looked up at me with a calm face. "Just this
once, Hiro. It's okay..."
Then, he put his hands around my neck as his legs
wrapped his bare legs around my body...
As we looked each other on the floor, we smiled and
laughed. Then, I hit him on the head as I shook his
head. "Come on, Shuichi. I've gotta take you home now."
He grabbed my waist and began to cry.
"What? Why are you crying?" If there was one thing
I hated the most in the world, it was seeing my best
friend cry...and this time it was my fault.
"You should have-"
"Stop!"
I don't want to hear it...
I got up and began dressing up. "I don't
want to hear it!"
Again, he sat up listless while crying. With another
sigh, I began to grumble and started dressing him.
But as I did so, Shuichi had given me a look he had
never given to me before. In fact, I don't think he
ever had that kind of look...well, not as long as I've
known him.
I hugged him and patted his back. "You can stop
crying now."
He rubbed his hands on his eyes, but he wouldn't get
up. Then, once again, I picked him up and brought him
to my motorcycle.
As we rode through the dark streets of Tokyo, he kept
silent and held onto me as if he were dying.
I knew I had done something definitely wrong...
Throughout the ride home, we were silent. No wailing
or crying like the usual occurence.
As I dropped him off in front of their apartment,
Shuichi pulled me to a corner and began kissing me
passionately. Then, he pushed me away.
He turned around, and started to walk inside the
building, but he stopped to whisper into my ear. "You
should have told me earlier, Hiro."
Shuichi leaned even closer to me that I could again
feel his breath on my neck. In the moonlight, he again began
to cry and I saw a tear fall down. "I loved you too,
Hiro."
There I stood even more shocked than I had ever been
in my whole life. I turned around and walked to my
motorcycle.
As I put on my helmet, I had finally figured out why
I felt so guilty... So much guiltier than making him
cry...
...why he gave me that kind of look that I had never
seen...
...for the first time in his life, Shuichi had
something to regret. And it was all my fault.
Riding away, I began to cry and grip the handles with
my shaking hands.
The next day, we all gathered in the same room as
Shuichi once again became frustrated on what to write. But then, he looked at me and I glanced back at him while no one else was looking.
He took up his pen and began writing lyrics. When he
did this, everyone gave me a quiet thumbs up for getting him out of his slump. And I felt even worse.
Shuichi smiled at me and I smiled back. "You're doing well," I commented as he was writing away.
We acted as if nothing happened, but like actors in a
Noh play whose masks hide the true face of emotions,
inside we were crying...
For the person I loved the most in the world...
...The person whom I hated his lover for giving him
more pain than he could handle...
It would be me...
It was I...
...I had hurt him more than Yuki ever could...
--
Author's note: Yes, I really really really love Hiro.
And I wanted something like this. Heh.
Hope you liked it!