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Chapter Four: Departure
The very confused Mitari was finishing the last pages of the mysterious text with Takashi, wondering why his other friends weren't with him. It had almost been two weeks since they were all together, two weeks since they as a group decided to get Shia and Misha back.
"Hey, Takashi, what are we going to do after we're done the translation?" asked Mitari.
"I don't know" was his simple reply. Every since the night where Takashi confessed to Kotarou, he had been looking at life in a very pessimistic manner, which was not like him at all.
"I'll just call Kotarou and Uematsu so we can all talk about this. It was a group thing, so they need to be involved in whatever we try to do" said Mitari, very practically.
"Maybe we just shouldn't. We can do this by ourselves, if anything we don't really need Kotarou here" said Takashi, spitting out Kotarou's name.
"What happened between you then? You can't exactly expect me to not notice that two of my good friends suddenly stopped talking to each other...it's not something that can be ignored" Mitari stated, looking at Takashi.
Takashi knew that Mitari of all people wasn't stupid enough to act as though nothing took place, but he did not want to tell anyone about what had happened between him and Kotarou. It was bad enough that Kotarou seemed to have no emotion towards Takashi, his heart was broken enough already. Takashi knew that if he said anything about what happened, he might have been brought to tears. "We just had a fight, that's all" was Takashi's reply.
"Then you two should make up, why waste your time fighting?" asked Mitari. He was never really good at things concerning socializing, so he was basically taking stabs in the dark to give advice to Takashi.
"I don't think it's something that can just be made up really quickly. Something like this has to take a lot of time, it's Kotarou's turn to face the music. I'm not doing anything until he steps up to the plate first," Takashi said in a stern voice.
"Isn't that being a little selfish though? He might not know what to do to make everything better. It seems like you do so I don't see why you can't be the bigger person and stop this fight right now."
"It's not as simple as that Mitari. Things don't just play out in real life like they do in books."
"That's only because people make things complicated, life would be so much more simple if people actually said what they felt, that way stupid fights among good friends wouldn't happen" said Mitari serenely, looking at the leather bound text in his hands.
Takashi's green eyes grew almost fierce, but his voice stayed calm, "It really isn't as simple as that. You don't know what happened and I'm not going to tell you because you wouldn't understand."
"Okay, you can just keep it to yourself then. I'll just drop it" spoke Mitari, getting the last words of the fight.
The two boys worked together in completing the final pages of the mysterious text that would get them closer and closer to Misha and Shia, and back to the way life used to be. Secretly, it was what they both wanted: life to be back to normal.
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The violet haired Kotarou gazed at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out why he had broken the heart of his best friend. Do I need him like he needs me? Kotarou asked himself, he really did not know the answer to that. Half of his heart wanted Misha, he missed her so much, but the other half thought that Takashi was much better for him and that he was always with him through all the good times and bad.
"How can I stand life like this?" Kotarou asked himself honestly. He didn't know what made his heart be torn in so many directions, but the way that he saw his situation was that he was either in love with an angel, or in love with a human. One seemed to automatically outweigh the other.
The fact of the matter was that Kotarou wasn't in love with Misha. He always acted as though Misha was more of a mother figure, not a person he would love. But the thing is, Kotarou hadn't realized that until now.
The problem that laid before him was the issue of being friends again with Takashi. But Kotarou hadn't the slightest clue on how to do that, "Maybe I should call him?" he stated to himself. But that might just make things a thousand times worse.
The violet haired boy thought of different solutions, each had to deal with Kotarou having to actually talk to Takashi, and that was something that Kotarou couldn't handle at this point in time. He didn't know what he wanted out of Takashi, and didn't believe that leading his best friend on was the best thing to do. Kotarou finally decided that as soon as he figured out his answer to weather or not he was in love with Takashi he would talk to him. But, Kotarou had already known the answer. He had known it for a very long time now; there weren't any more excuses left.
He picked up his cell phone that lied limply on his bed; he slowly looked through the phone book until he found the name that he dreaded: Ten-chan He pressed the send button so lightly that the phone could have not registered it—but it had.
Softly, a ring was heard in Kotarou's ear. It rang again. Maybe he's busy and won't pick up, Kotarou thought to himself.
"Hello?" Too late.
"Ten—Takashi. I'm sorry for how I…treated you…" said Kotarou trying to search for the right words in his head. Suddenly he wished that he had practiced the lines he would say to his beloved friend.
There was no answer on the other line.
"I didn't know how to act, and I'm sorry for just…I don't know. How I—I love you too Takashi!" Kotarou cried and hung up the phone almost immediately. He had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. He was supposed to be searching for Misha…the two of them were supposed to get Shia and Misha back, not fall in love with each other. The original plan had nothing to do with their feelings…
Kotarou tossed the phone on his bed, but almost as soon as it fell, it began ringing once more. He stared at the object, as its lights were flashing and the song he programmed the phone to play was ringing endlessly. Kotarou had no intention of picking it up, but he did anyway.
"Ten-chan…" Kotarou said softly.
"Do you really mean that Kotarou?" asked Takashi seriously.
Kotarou nodded, but obviously Takashi could not see, "I do" he blurted out softly again. Kotarou blushed on the other side of the phone, completely embarrassed by his honesty.
"Okay. I'll be over in a few" said Takashi, as a finality, he hung up the telephone while Kotarou was left listening to the dial tone.
For a moment, Kotarou seemed to truly be lost in thought, he had no idea what was going on. But he did know two things: 1.) He had just told Takashi that he loved him so Takashi is coming over and 2.) He wasn't to certain if he actually did love Takashi or if he was just a replacement for Misha. Why did I say that? Why did I say that? Kotarou asked himself in his head over and over gain. I don't really…do I? But I felt right about saying it it's just Kotarou stopped in mid thought, "I won't think about it!" he exclaimed with fervor.
Kotarou moved into the den and sat on the pale blue couch with his arms crossed. Times like these, Kotarou acted like a stubborn child that didn't get his way—but it was Kotarou's way of dealing with situations like these.
The violet haired boys' heart was racing as the minutes crept by, he knew that every minute, Takashi was getting closer and closer to him and that this would be the first time they would see each other since both of their confessions. Kotarou wasn't too sure if he would be able to handle the pressure of love…he was still figuring out life let alone thinking about love. Kotarou wasn't even sure if he knew what love was.
He was thinking about it again, "Kotarou. You need to stop!" he said to himself in a loud whisper, although he was the only one in his apartment he still felt reserved.
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"Who was that?" asked Mitari looking in a different direction.
"It was Kotarou. He wants to make up with me, so I'm going over his house…I'll give you a call later so we can talk about this and get Uematsu more involved," stated Ten-chan who wasn't really thinking about their mission at all. The only thing that was on the blonde boy's mind was his Kotarou and how finally things could be made up between them…and maybe…just maybe…they could begin something new.
"Okay, at least things will be better…" said Mitari quietly while pushing up his glasses from falling off his nose, "You know, you could've left me sooner if you wanted to see him so badly." Mitari seemed to be piecing together what happened between Kotarou and Takashi quickly. Although Mitari was lacking in certain social skills, he was not stupid and he was certainly not someone that could easily be fooled.
The golden haired boy's face turned a furious red, but he turned away quickly hoping that Mitari wouldn't notice, "It's nothing like what you're thinking," said Takashi in the most convincing voice that he could muster at the time, but somehow that wasn't enough to fool Mitari.
"You know, I wonder what Uematsu would think," he stated, "Go and see Kotarou."
What Uematsu would think? Thought Takashi to himself. He didn't believe that Uematsu wanted something out of Kotarou or him…she never acted like she did. She was just a friend that was a girl. That was all there was, and that was all that Takashi wanted them to be. Hopefully, Kotarou thought the same.
But somehow, the fact that Kotarou called Takashi and told the golden haired boy that he was loved made Ten-chan's heart beat a thousand times faster than it should. Almost too quickly Takashi raced down the streets to Kotaru's empty apartment.
Going up to the second floor, Takashi quickly rang the doorbell catching his breath, when the door slowly opened, the violet haired boy stood, his face was flushed as Takashi flung his arms around him, "Say it," ordered Takashi.
"Say what?" asked Kotarou, looking off to the side almost embarrassed.
"What you told me on the phone."
Kotarou took a deep, silent breath, "I love you too, Takashi."
