Gods, I have too much to write already, what am I doing starting another series?
Anyway, this is a Taito series, set in the future, after Matt has become a star. This will contain large amounts of Taito and Mira (along with Mimi and Sora's daughter, Lilly,) and may contain trace amounts of Hiyako, Jyoushiro, Kensuke, Takori and peanuts.
*****
My life ends tomorrow.
Tomorrow I leave the band. Tomorrow I end this whole life built up around Ishida Yamato the rock star.
Tomorrow I go home to Tai and I hug him and I apologize for how shittily I've treated him since I became famous and I apologize for everything I've done wrong, and I apologize for ignoring him and I apologize and I apologize and I apologize.
Tomorrow I take my money and I buy myself the glasses I've needed for a while but didn't get because they didn't fit my image, and I bleach the black dye out of my hair and let it grow blonde again, and I take the rest of that money and I open a store. Just a stupid little store. Used books. Musical instruments. Just general junk.
Tomorrow I will wiggle out of these tight leather pants and put on jeans. I'll take off all of the stupid jewelry, except the ring on my right ring-finger, the little silver ring Tai gave me. I will wipe off all the make-up and chip off the nail polish and I will wander around wearing sneakers and worn T-shirts and I'll start smiling because I don't have to look gloomy any more and because Tai always really liked my smile.
Tomorrow I show up on our doorstep and I greet Tai, and I call Sora and Mimi and their little Lilly, and I call TK and Iori, and Joe and Izzy, and Daisuke and Ken, and Miyako and Kari, and I apologize to them all. Even Jun. Especially Jun. I'll call and apologize to Jun. I think I treated her as shitty or shittier than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of Tai.
Tomorrow I hug Tai and we buy ice cream and we take a walk like we always used to. Tomorrow I start writing poetry again, not just songs.
Tomorrow I become me again.
*****
Tomorrow my life starts again.
I packed my things and left a letter for Matt. Not a note, a letter. Three pages. Typed. Single spaced. And every word is true.
It's about how badly he's been treating me, and how I don't have to take it. About how I told him to choose between me and the band, and he obviously chose the band. About how I know all about the drugs and the little fanboys and everything.
About how I've always known and just ignored it until now.
About how I don't recognize him anymore. About how he's died to me and some strange clone has replaced him. A bad clone.
About how in love we once were, and where it went, and how I miss him.
And how I never want to see him again.
I'm going to show up on the doorstep at Sora and Mimi's farm and sleep on their couch for a few days. They've been expecting this for a while, I think. At least they gave me an open invitation. Then I'm going to go away. Find a city far away from here. Open a store, maybe. Mourn for a while. Then, start again.
Without Matt.
Tomorrow my life starts again.
Tomorrow I start living again.
Tomorrow.
But right now I'm going to fall asleep in a seat on this bus and try not to dream of him.
*****
Ishida Yamato walked up to the house. Do or die time, Matty. He thought. Go in there and eat crow.
He pushed the buttons on the alarm system and waited. It gave it's happy beep and blinked a green light and he pushed the door open and walked into the house.
Into the cold, dark house.
"Tai?" He called.
No responce.
"Tai? Tai, where are you?"
Still no response. Suddenly the dark house became a horrible sign. Something had happened. It had to...
No, wait...maybe he was asleep. Maybe Tai was asleep and he'd run up and apologize and everything would be alright.
Matt ran up the steps, two at a time. Got to the door and took a deep breath. No one's in there, he finally left me. What a...open the door, Matt.
Matt pushed the door open, turned on the light. The room was empty. Beyond empty, the room was empty without a possibility of ever being full again. All the strewn clothes, the socks, the little mementoes and things which said "Tai," all of them were gone. And sitting on the cold, made bed, right in the middle like an oncoming truck, was a letter. Folded once and tied with a red ribbon.
And tied in the bow of the ribbon was a single, pain band of silver. A ring.
Tai had said "goodbye."
*****
TBC?
Anyway, this is a Taito series, set in the future, after Matt has become a star. This will contain large amounts of Taito and Mira (along with Mimi and Sora's daughter, Lilly,) and may contain trace amounts of Hiyako, Jyoushiro, Kensuke, Takori and peanuts.
*****
My life ends tomorrow.
Tomorrow I leave the band. Tomorrow I end this whole life built up around Ishida Yamato the rock star.
Tomorrow I go home to Tai and I hug him and I apologize for how shittily I've treated him since I became famous and I apologize for everything I've done wrong, and I apologize for ignoring him and I apologize and I apologize and I apologize.
Tomorrow I take my money and I buy myself the glasses I've needed for a while but didn't get because they didn't fit my image, and I bleach the black dye out of my hair and let it grow blonde again, and I take the rest of that money and I open a store. Just a stupid little store. Used books. Musical instruments. Just general junk.
Tomorrow I will wiggle out of these tight leather pants and put on jeans. I'll take off all of the stupid jewelry, except the ring on my right ring-finger, the little silver ring Tai gave me. I will wipe off all the make-up and chip off the nail polish and I will wander around wearing sneakers and worn T-shirts and I'll start smiling because I don't have to look gloomy any more and because Tai always really liked my smile.
Tomorrow I show up on our doorstep and I greet Tai, and I call Sora and Mimi and their little Lilly, and I call TK and Iori, and Joe and Izzy, and Daisuke and Ken, and Miyako and Kari, and I apologize to them all. Even Jun. Especially Jun. I'll call and apologize to Jun. I think I treated her as shitty or shittier than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of Tai.
Tomorrow I hug Tai and we buy ice cream and we take a walk like we always used to. Tomorrow I start writing poetry again, not just songs.
Tomorrow I become me again.
*****
Tomorrow my life starts again.
I packed my things and left a letter for Matt. Not a note, a letter. Three pages. Typed. Single spaced. And every word is true.
It's about how badly he's been treating me, and how I don't have to take it. About how I told him to choose between me and the band, and he obviously chose the band. About how I know all about the drugs and the little fanboys and everything.
About how I've always known and just ignored it until now.
About how I don't recognize him anymore. About how he's died to me and some strange clone has replaced him. A bad clone.
About how in love we once were, and where it went, and how I miss him.
And how I never want to see him again.
I'm going to show up on the doorstep at Sora and Mimi's farm and sleep on their couch for a few days. They've been expecting this for a while, I think. At least they gave me an open invitation. Then I'm going to go away. Find a city far away from here. Open a store, maybe. Mourn for a while. Then, start again.
Without Matt.
Tomorrow my life starts again.
Tomorrow I start living again.
Tomorrow.
But right now I'm going to fall asleep in a seat on this bus and try not to dream of him.
*****
Ishida Yamato walked up to the house. Do or die time, Matty. He thought. Go in there and eat crow.
He pushed the buttons on the alarm system and waited. It gave it's happy beep and blinked a green light and he pushed the door open and walked into the house.
Into the cold, dark house.
"Tai?" He called.
No responce.
"Tai? Tai, where are you?"
Still no response. Suddenly the dark house became a horrible sign. Something had happened. It had to...
No, wait...maybe he was asleep. Maybe Tai was asleep and he'd run up and apologize and everything would be alright.
Matt ran up the steps, two at a time. Got to the door and took a deep breath. No one's in there, he finally left me. What a...open the door, Matt.
Matt pushed the door open, turned on the light. The room was empty. Beyond empty, the room was empty without a possibility of ever being full again. All the strewn clothes, the socks, the little mementoes and things which said "Tai," all of them were gone. And sitting on the cold, made bed, right in the middle like an oncoming truck, was a letter. Folded once and tied with a red ribbon.
And tied in the bow of the ribbon was a single, pain band of silver. A ring.
Tai had said "goodbye."
*****
TBC?