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Chapter 1
Early Morning Sketch
His slender fingers drummed lightly along the sides of his MP3 player. He wore a blank expression, but his eyes betrayed his calm demeanor. Within the depths of his mind brewed a concoction of thoughts; the storm itself manifested from within the music player.
Just a few days ago, he had received a new script from the theater club. It was not much of a shock to him when he saw that he would once again be playing a female role. Nonetheless, the characters themselves were always a pleasant surprise.
"Clara…Sand? Chopin? Who are these guys?" he had asked then. He recalled the director's inquiring look, her inquisitive pose.
"Why, only the greatest Romantic composer and his girlfriend," the director cautiously replied with an overtone of sass.
He would have to look into it personally.
Now, as he once again traced the familiar steps to his school, he saw why Chopin had achieved such popularity, fame, and acknowledgement in only 39 measly years. He lived a tragic private life, but his music transcended to the heavens. Chopin was no ordinary mortal, and his fourth ballade is a prime example of his musical prowess.
Unfortunately, his reflective mood did not last long, for-
"Hideyoshi!" a rather cheery voice called from across the street. There it goes, that fragile peace.
The absentminded boy looked up from his player, and frantically glanced around him.
"How now, Aki, er, Akihisa! What in the name of heaven art thou doing here?" he quickly pieced together; his face flustered slightly as the rest of the body attempted to recapture the rest of his thoughts.
"Going to school, obviously! Today is Monday, isn't it?" Akihisa asked, scratching his head with one finger.
"Thou'st very much absentminded," Hideyoshi remarked, wagging a playful finger at his friend.
Akihisa pouted. His slouched back and bloodshot eyes were telltale battle scars of a weekend spent on FPS games.
"It's a Monday, Hideyoshi. How do you not expect me to be so clueless?" Akihisa cried. Tragic indeed, but time spent on gaming definitely could have been more wisely used.
"I do beseech you-past look the dreaded day of first and fix rather the days before."
"Your choice of words hurt my brain sometimes," Akihisa admitted, closing his eyes and giving another one of his gentle smiles as consolation.
"Your smile hurts my heart sometimes," Hideyoshi found himself whispering. Unbeknownst to him, Hideyoshi's hands acted on their own accord, slithering up his slender waist and wrapping around his tender chest. It was only Akihisa's perked eyebrows that prevented him from actually cuddling with himself. Sensing a possible misunderstanding by his idiot friend, he fervently waved both hands in front of Akihisa.
"Nothing," Hideyoshi quickly explained. "It's uhm, it's a line from my new play."
Lying to oneself only lasts for so long; Hideyoshi knew internally his true reason for his deception.
"A new play? It's been ages since I've seen you wear a costume, Hideyoshi!" Akihisa exclaimed, jumping in delight. His eyes were momentarily glazed, a sign now commonly associated with his habit of daydreaming and fantasizing.
"Ages? 'Twas but a week ago since thine eyes laid sight upon my dress!" Hideyoshi feigned surprise: anything to get out of the situation he had accidentally placed himself in. His face inevitably reddened anyways, and he quickly turned to the side in an attempt to hide it.
My heart's flustering already, he thought. This isn't right. My thoughts are impure indeed. But is it right for me to hide such obvious intentions? Would it have been better had I simply just confessed my feelings to him? No, that can't do. Akihisa is a man, just like me. I cannot allow myself to do such a thing!
"You will not believe the amount of demand your photos have, Hideyoshi!" Akihisa interrupted with a broad smile on his face.
He's more oblivious than a rock, Hideyoshi reflected.
Sure enough, he watched as his friend frolic down the street towards their all-too-familiar school. Whereas he was bound by emotional ties and troubles, Akihisa freely fluttered in and out of the hearts of people like a butterfly among a bed of blossoming flowers.
"Methinks it's best not to know," Hideyoshi sighed, blushing slightly nonetheless. Perhaps some things are better left unspoken.