Gravitation

What We All Know

Ryuichi's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation. Maki Murakami does.

Rejection

We all know that word well.

It eats away at us.

We all know what it's like…to not belong.

Love

That's what I had.

It was all I had ever known.

My mother and father raised me with it.

Even when no one else liked me, I knew I would always have mom and dad's unconditional love.

Why

That's the question I asked my parents when the doctors said I was special.

I had a knack for reading peoples emotions.

I could feel it when they spoke, when they cried, and when they sang.

Everyone said that I was autistic.

That's what they meant when they said special.

Others said I was bipolar.

I jump from one emotion to another so quickly.

Yeah. I guess you can say that.

But my parents wouldn't hear of it.

They knew me better than anyone else.

They said there was nothing wrong with me.

I'm just like everyone else.

Music

I loved it more than life itself.

It kept me going.

It made my problems go away.

It was my friend when no one else was.

I thanked whatever god in Heaven for music.

I showed my appreciation for its existence.

Glitter

I remember the first time I saw it.

I was in kindergarten then.

Two kids were fighting over a container of gold sparkly stuff.

The container slipped from their hands and burst open on the table.

My clothes, my arms, my face, even my hair was covered with it.

But it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

It made me laugh.

It made me smile.

It made me want to be sparkly.

Soon after, I was putting it on everything except my food.

Making It Through

I put up with the ridicule, the torment, and the name calling.

They told me I wouldn't make it.

They said I was useless; good for nothing.

And after all these years, look at me now.

I don't hate them at all.

In fact, I thank them from the bottom of my heart.

They tried with all their might to bring me down.

But in fact, they were building me up.

Because of them, I managed to climb my way out of the dark.

Funeral

I hate going to one of those.

But I had no choice.

They were taken from me too soon.

Mom. Dad.

It was one shot to the head.

And another shot to the heart.

I asked myself that question again.

Why? Why me? Why my family?

There were no traces; no leads.

There was nothing.

My life was now a living hell.

The woman that gave birth to me was gone.

The man that helped her create and raise me was no more.

Was it someone they know?

Is it someone that I know?

No one said that life was going to be fair.

No one said my mother and father were going to be taken from me either.

I loved them.

I needed them.

I was still too young.

I was old enough to be on my own.

But I was still too young to understand how the world operates.

The Band

I met them both in college.

Yes, college. I'm not that stupid.

Her long purple hair

Her bright brown eyes

And her smile

It reminded me of my mother.

There were times I wanted to cry in her arms.

But she barely knew me then.

I couldn't do that.

And then there was him.

There was something dark about him.

Something evil was hiding deep in his soul.

We all shared a common interest.

I loved to sing.

They loved to play keyboard.

They had the same dream as I did.

Start a band. Create powerful music.

Let the world feel out passion; our pain; our joy.

Let's release our anger, frustration, happiness, and sorrow into our music.

Personality

They both asked me about the way I act.

I couldn't help it.

In a way, it helped me keep my mind off of that tragic event.

I kept that mask on most of the time.

I only took it off when things got serious.

Interview, performances, meetings, and fights;

Those were the only times the mask came off.

My New Friend

He was given to me by the man that watched over me.

Small, pink, and cuddly;

That's what I loved about him.

But most of all, he was a good listener.

No one else understood my pain.

But he did.

No one knows the real me.

But he does.

I never went anywhere without him after that.

He was always in my arms, my back pocket, or my dressing room.

Innocence

That word doesn't really suit me.

I may act like a child.

But I've had my share of fun.

I lost count of how many women have been in my bed.

I got tire of counting all the phone numbers I've received.

I knew what they all wanted.

I could tell from their emotions.

They were all fakers.

Fifteen minutes of fame was all they wanted.

They feed on good looks and money.

They don't go searching for a heart to call their own.

Reincarnation

Sometimes I wonder if he is another form of me.

We are so much alike in both looks and personality.

I felt comfortable around him.

Was it fate that we meet at the same place I started at?

Was he my guardian Angel?

Am I his guardian Angel?

I might never know.

He knows

I really admire him.

He helped me find the spark I thought that I lost.

It may seem selfish to some people.

We became musical rivals.

But we still managed to keep the peace.

I often see pain in his eyes.

It is the same pain I felt so many years ago.

And yet, it is slightly different.

Different because I know that the pain he feels now is because of the man he loves.

He's strange.

He seems lost; confused; angry.

But why must he take his anger out on an Angel?

That sweet Angel

I don't know what he went through back then.

But I can hear it in his voice when he is sad.

I can feel it in his emotions when he sings.

There was a time when I didn't say anything to him.

Because even though he is hurt, there is a lesson to be learned.

I learned these lessons on my own.

Tragedy, suffering, pain, and heartache;

He may not have gone through what I went through.

But I know he'll understand the reason for life's cruelties.

Rejection is a real bitch.

I know; I went through it.

But he probably knows it just as much as I do.

From what I know, he goes through it everyday.

Angel Eyes Kiyone: Sorry you guys for not updating for a while. There's just too much drama going on right now. Plus I just started my first year of college. Yay! I so happy! Well I hope you all enjoyed this one. Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about my other stories either. I'll update them when I get the chance.