Avowal
The next morning came much too soon for Yosuke. He was practically pacing in the elevator as it was moving up to the correct floor. It was the weirdest feeling, going through the motions of going to that one apartment where his best friend had lived for a few years, and she wasn't going to be there whenever he arrived.
The elevator hummed softly and just as the door opened he found himself walking much more slowly than he usually would have. When he eventually forced himself to knock on the apartment door, the familiar face of Saki's mother answered and allowed him inside.
Hugs were shared, moments of uneasy sadness filling the room as she directed him to towards the hallway.
"This will only take a few moments. Being here pains me too much."
"Yeah I feel the same way."
She patted his hands as she led him to the bedroom which used to belong to the residents of the all-too-quiet apartment. As Yosuke peered in the slowly opening doorway, his eyes caught sight of the one person he was dreading of running into again.
"I have to get going. Come and see me soon."
Yosuke nodded, hugging the old woman before she said her goodbyes to the other figure in the room and silently left the apartment moments later.
When the silence became almost suffocating, Yosuke allowed himself to look at the figured clothed in black and grey on the bed. The subtle sound of pages flipping made him glance at the small book caught between his hands.
"She left this for us."
"A book?"
"Her diary."
There was a brief pause, a moment of inner-decision making as Yosuke debating moving further into the room and closer to the bed.
"I think you should see it."
The debate was settled at the suggestion, and soon he was crossing over the carpeted floor and reaching for the small book. It was ruby-colored, coated with a patch of floral design with a velvet texture to it over the front side of it.
Yosuke felt a little weird as he opened the book. It felt like he was invading her privacy somehow, but he kept reminding himself that she wanted them to read this so it calmed him enough to flip through some of the pages. Most of it from the beginning was simple things, talking about her new apartment, living with her boyfriend, having to deal with college. As he began to progress further back, he noticed pages were missing, dates not aligning correctly. Disregarding it for now, he eventually reached what appeared to be one of the more prominent entries, and something made him stop and thoroughly read every word on the page.
April 20.
There's been so much going on lately, I don't even know how I can start to write it out. I've been really stressed out, crying a lot too. I want to tell someone, I wish I could trust people like I used to. It's getting harder to even tell Yosuke anything that I used to be able to when we were younger. Yu is out of the question too, since he just never seems interested in talking anymore.
I tried to get them together too, just to tell them about how I got access to a scholarship for graduate school. Every time I try to get them in mere feet of one another, they act like they hate each other. I don't even know if they really do, it just really makes me upset that they can't get along, even if it's just for my sake. They both mean a lot to me, and I feel like if they really got to know each other instead of just going off what they see or hear, then maybe things would be different.
I guess it doesn't really matter though. I can't make them do something they don't want to do. It just seems so childish, and we're getting older every day. Sometimes I wish I was younger again just so things wouldn't be so hard. Maybe one day I'll get a miracle and everything will be exactly as I want it to be. I wonder if people get that at least once in their lives.
The fingers that were guiding over the words stopped at the last line.
Grey eyes were met as soon as he had looked up, and Yosuke felt a strange feeling quelling up from within himself.
"She wanted us to be friends?"
"She always wanted that."
Yosuke sighed, closing the book shut before handing it back to the other. He felt weird holding it at all.
"We hate each other."
"Do we?"
The sudden question made him stop short as he was caught between walking back closer to the door and looking over at the silver-haired man that was now standing up from his previous position on the bed.
"I don't like you."
"I don't like you either."
Brown eyes changed to a slightly-lidded look, close to a glare but not entirely.
"She wanted us to be friends. I consider this her dying wish if she left this diary specifically for us." Yu patted the book once before setting it on the bedside table nearby.
"Can you even handle an attempt at that?"
"I can handle anything." Yu placed a hand on his hip as he met the gaze that was set on him. "Can you?"
Yosuke made a low noise, glancing away as his mind flipped back and forth between the subject at hand. To be friends with someone he had always functioned solely hating on. It was hard to distinguish the man in front of him as anything else but a pretentious rich bastard amongst other things.
But, seeing the diary had made him feel odd. It had been like looking through her eyes. The last thing she really wanted was for them to be friends. And in some strange way, Yosuke suddenly wasn't feeling completely put off from the idea. Yu was the last, close connection he had to Saki, aside from her mother.
If Saki had found something good enough in Yu to befriend him and…other things...then he could at least give her dying wish a chance.
"I can."
Yu gave him a solemn look before looking at his watch and starting to walk past him to exit the room.
"I have to get to a meeting." Pausing at the doorway, he looked back to the brunette. "We should probably exchange numbers."
Yosuke reached into his pocket, fumbling for his phone and silently raising his orange phone up to the black one in front of him. A soft sound was made to signal the success in the transfer, and just as Yosuke went to put his phone away again, he had remembered something he had been meaning to ask.
"Wait-why were there pages missing from the diary?"
"Maybe she didn't want us to see something? Maybe she messed up a few pages? I don't know. I have to leave or I'm going to be late." Yu gave the curtest of replies before grabbing his jacket from the bar stool nearby. "Lock the door on your way out."
The door shut quickly. The echoing in the empty apartment was steady.
The sudden realization of being alone in their room made him feel weird. Her scent still lingered. He had no idea how the other had been able to get a moments sleep here since that night.
He quickly left the room. Moving into the living room, he only spared a glance around before heading to the door and locking it on his way out.
Waiting for the elevator, he shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to keep his mind from straying back to happenings from mere moments before.
They were going to be friends. Well, they were going to attempt it.
Yosuke had no idea just how much he was getting into though from that agreement.
