He wanted to confess to her, but he didn't have much time on his hands. Death had already scheduled a date with him, and it wasn't imaginable that he could -by any means- be late.
He was sick of it all. Same faces, same noises, same walls everyday. White was the only colour available in his field of vision. With the same sentiments of gloom, misery, and melancholy soaking the whole atmosphere, every day was just like the one before it. He was stuck in a loop of time, and there was no way he could survive there for long, literally.
Looking back at this abyss others called 'life' -as it was the only thing he could still do- he realized there was still one thing left that he had always wanted from the bottom of his heart. The only thing that made him ache more than his treatment, and the only thing that could give his probably-not-so-long life a meaning. Apparently, sickness had wiped away his strength, good looks, and even his long purple locks, but not his feelings. He let out a faint laugh at the thought. What fragile beings humans are!
For whatever reason; be it the brain tumor or just pure love, her melodious voice, dreamy gaze, and pink silky tresses… her every word, and even his childhood memories with her, all of them had been floating up his mind and taking residence of his every waking thought for a while.
Weren't those sentenced to death ironically allowed one last wish?!
The young man had already decided; he was going to set loose the rebel inside of him one last time to grant his sole wish.
When the night came, Gakupo determined that it was the time to make his divine move. After a struggle, he managed to get on his feet snatching the IV drip and almost tearing up his vein in the process. His drained body was shaking with different colours of pain. He tried walking around the room on his own, and soon enough he started adjusting .His rusty joints and aching muscles began to recall what it was like to move, although he wasn't sure it had been this painful before. He wondered if he could remember any samurai moves from all his practices at the dojo, then he brushed off the idea immediately, his lips twisting into a smile of pity. It was already too late for that. Cancer had already spread everywhere inside of him leaving no space for other interests or activities. Selfish cancer, He wanted Gakupo all for himself.
"What? You're asking her to attend prom with someone like yourself for real?" The blue haired boy asked rather sarcastically. "She's one of the most popular students; she will brush you off harshly and leave you in tears." He sneered.
Gakupo crossed his arms in front of his chest, musing for a while, before he replied: "But I really love her! If she had feelings for me too then why wouldn't she agree?!"
"Man, I don't wish to burst your bubble but most likely, she doesn't know you exist." The blond one stated.
Gakupo frowned in silence. He was a good student, he excelled as at almost every subject, and they were also together in the music class, how come she wouldn't know that he existed?!
"Come on, don't go all gloomy over a girl!" the blond continued.
"I'll ask her out, and we'll be at the prom together. you will see." Gakupo replied still frowning.
Kaito, the blue haired one, smiled with a challenging look on his eyes which spoke of what he had in mind.
"Okay. Let's have a bet then. Whoever loses buys the other's lunch for three days!" Kaito announced the battle encouraging.
"Agreed." Gakupo replied, "You'd better start saving money!"
The young man approached the door that separated him from his wish. Once he had crossed that door, he'd be out, he'd be free. But of course, equivalent to every game he'd played, he had a limited time to accomplish his mission before grim reaper was awakened. His heart was hammering in his chest painfully, forcing him to squint his eyes and clench his teeth.
With nervous steps, he stepped out of the building. Who would have known it was that easy escaping a hospital?!
Rain was pouring heavily over the city in its slumber, letting out a soothing sound that was occasionally interrupted by the sound of wheels shoving their ways through the wind.
Doubting his decision a little bit, the man walked away half-heartedly.
"He did it! He really did it! This man here invited Luka Megurine herself out!" The blue haired friend of his announced cheerfully.
"Save the talk for later, I won the bet, and I want my lunch now." Gakupo replied changing the subject, in a trial to hide his embarrassment. His cheeks had a touch of redness for reasons beknownst to his friends.
None of them noticed the pinkette passing by, nor the misunderstanding that started to be woven.
"So that's it, huh? All guys care about is their stomachs. I should have known that it was one of your stupid cheap tricks. Go bet over someone else and forget about prom's night." Luka, who happened to overhear their little conversation, yelled at him with a cold face and a death glare, holding back tears in the corners of her eyes.
She misunderstood him indeed, their conversation made her believe that it was merely some sort of game to him. She knew not that his love for her was deep as the unending abyss, pure as the driven snow, true as the sunrise, and honest as the day is long.
Of course, as they grew up, she did forgive him later, however, he had not the courage to bring out the issue again even though he still bore that sort of unconditional love for her, that child-pure passion, till this day.
It's silly how he did not attempt to confess again until he was greatly menaced by his terminal disease, Gakupo thought, swallowing the bitter taste of regret.
Gakupo stared into nothing in particular, wondering whether he was going to make it alive or not.
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Beta-read by my awesome friend (who isn't an official beta-reader yet) Anne Michaelis 313
