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WHY IN THE FUCKING HELL AM I WRITING FUCKING ANGST?!?!?!
I am SOOO confused...XD
-tears hair out- THIS STUPID PLOT BUNNY IS DRIVING ME INSANE!!!
XD Please enjoy...and don't worry about my hair. I'm sure it will grow back.
Time had passed.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.
And yet Mukahi didn't care. He had moved on.
Everyone says it was better to just move on with life, and forget about everything.
Humans adapt to their enviroment. They just move on. It was what we all do to survive.
Right?
Moving on wasn't really as hard as people made it seem. At least for Mukahi.
But to everyone else, they noticed a suttle change in Mukahi's behavior. Althought Mukahi continued being his hyper, annoying, idiotic self, they knew it was alll just an act.
All just an act.
Acting is a part of life. At least that's what Mukahi's understanding of life was, after the break-up. Acting, trying to pretend to be something you weren't. It was a normal thing. People had gotten used to it. People had gotten used to it a long time ago.
Mukahi smiled a little to himself. Shakespeare was right. All the world was a stage. Humans were merely just players, playing many parts. Although taking an interest to Shakespeare was one thing no one would have guessed.
All had changed.
"Hey, do you realize?" Mukahi asked one day. "We're such emo people, whenever somebody wants to change something, somebody dies." His classmates had given him strange looks after he had said that, but it wasn't as if Mukahi cared.
But it was true.
Everything had changed. And he felt as if he was dead.
Time passed without Mukahi even knowing it. He felt as if he was a robot now, getting up, going to school, attending tennis practices, and coming home. Doing his homework, which he probably got all wrong, and going to sleep. The same cycle, over and over again.
Everything had changed, but it also felt as if everything was back to normal.
Oshitari didn't call him, nor did he email him. Mukahi wouldn't have answered anyways. He just didn't care anymore.
"Mukahi-senpai?" Ootori asked one day. "Why do you eat the grape peels? Do they taste good?"
Mukahi smiled. "But it would be a waste to throw the grape peels away, wouldn't it?"
Ootori fell silent, staring at Mukahi. He had noticed a drastic change in him after Oshitari had left. But he said not a word, for fear of...what? What did he fear?
He feared that Mukahi would break down in front of him. Because he wouldn't know what to do if he did.
Mukahi smiled again and went back to eating.
He felt as if he was that very grape peel. Left out, alone. Thrown away. No one glanced back at him, no one cared what his fate was. Just thrown away in a trash bin, forgotten forever.
Oshitari had thrown him away. But he didn't care.
Or did he?
Right now, Mukahi was in a drastic situation. He felt as if he was on the brink of insanity, literally. He didn't know if he cared or not, and it drove him nuts.
He kept on telling himself that he didn't care. He didn't care.
But if he didn't care, why did he keep on looking back at that day, the scene replaying over and over in his mind?
If he didn't care, wouldn't he have just forgotten about it?
Would he?
His thoughts were confirmed, three months after Oshitari had left.
Atobe had confronted him while he was walking home, demanding to talk to him at once.
Mukahi just gave him a weird look and said he was being weird. The usual. Being his rude, annoying self. Like always. Never changing.
"Ore-sama thinks you do care about Oshitari," Atobe said.
Mukahi gave him another weird look. "Look, it's over, okay? He's moved to...what was it? Antartica?"
Atobe glared at him in exasperation. "You know very well where he's moved to."
Mukahi shook his head. "No, I don't."
"Yes. You. Do," Atobe insisted. "You know very well where he's moved to. You keep on thinking back on that day, don't you?"
Mukahi froze. He stared at Atobe. "What makes you think that?"
Atobe gave a smile of victory. "Ore-sama was right then. You do care."
"I don't care, okay? I've moved on."
"You haven't moved on," Atobe argued. "You still keep on thinking about it."
"I only think about it once in a while. Not a big deal."
"You still care about him."
"What does it matter to you? I'm trying my best in living, okay? I'm doing everything you ask, I'm doing everything my teachers ask, and I've actually been passing my classes lately. What more do you want from me?"
"I want you to go to Australia and bring him back."
Mukahi was silent for a moment. "What?"
"Bring him back."
"Why should I? Things have gone pretty well over here. Taki's been doing okay in tennis, and it's not like we're going to lose in Nationals, you know."
Atobe shook his head. "That's not what Ore-sama's worrying about. What Ore-sama is worrying about is you."
"Well don't worry about me! I'm perfectly fine!"
"You've changed."
"No I haven't. Well, I have, kinda, because everyone changes, but I'm perfectly fine!"
"Your eyes are dead."
Mukahi blinked. "Eh? What do you mean?"
"You have death in your eyes."
"Look, I'm not about to go around killi-"
"That's not what Ore-sama meant!" Atobe snapped. "Ore-sama means that you look like you're dead!"
"I do?"
"You walk around like a half-dead zombie!"
"Aren't zombies like, already dea-"
"Just think about it!" Atobe turned around and walked off, leaving Mukahi standing there, alone, on the sidewalk.
Do I care?
Mukahi went back home and went abruptly to his room. He opened one of his drawers and took out the photo of him and Oshitari together, going to a theme park.
Did he care?
He stared at the photo for hours. Before he finally made his decision.
He had been pulled away from the brink of insanity.
And he was going to take action.
PSHIYUKZA. The last line sounded...cheesy, in a way.
Anyways...I'm planning on having his four chapters. XD You guys are lucky I decided to continue this, ya know?
