It's you I value
A/N: Hi Guys! Btw, no song this chapty and thanks for xlirealx for the comment on Doumeki's parting comment in his journal. In our class, we write journal entries with red pen if it's personal to us, and the teacher skips out on us. My red pen bleeds through pages so most of it is revealed. Doumeki picked up on that from me XD. How surprised you will be this chapter!
Chapter seven
Broken words across the page
Alone
in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down
and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls
around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds
me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
"Doumeki-kun! Please be reasonable, we haven't seen entries such as these in years."
He took back his sleeve that had been grabbed by the lit teacher. He glared at the teacher with fiery gold eyes,
"No." he said gravely and slowly, using the full extent of his height to straighten himself in a 'no-way-am-I-going-to-let-you-do-this' position.
The fat man with oily slick hair shivered in his tight suit. He was stupid enough to continue.
"This isn't something local nor public, rather private for this town and its low funded with all the rare entries and all, they usually enter to miss school." He rambled hopelessly. Doumeki began to feel guilty-it hadn't shown.
"You don't have to let anybody know…" he continued as I ducked my head, contemplating rather than stressed.
"When?" his monotone answer replied. He didn't want to see the teacher's expression.
"Next Wednesday! That entry doesn't have to be submitted."
Obviously.
But how am I going to write the most wonderful entry over a fortnight?
I've
never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought
that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm
just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let
it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
"I got my entry submitted for this contest! The lit teacher already done it but it's embarrassing, he didn't even ask my permission! I'll be away Next Wednesday." Watanuki conversed with Himawariu who nodded and giggled. As he snatched an onigiri from the spirit seers bentou. He almost dropped it. Crap. He thought to himself.
"How did you do with your entry Doumeki." Himawari just had to draw attention didn't she?
Watanuki glared at the stolen rice ball he held. He bit into it anxiously,
"Same old same old." Watanuki smirked at that.
"I, the great Watanuki have surpassed you!"
"I was better from the start?"
"No, You Egotistical bastard!" He began to bicker. He shrugged, savoring lunch, giving him time to think about what to write.
"What did you write?" The girl of Watanuki's affections had asked
"A poem" Watanuki answered the unlucky girl thoughtfully.
"Must have been good,"
"I'll show you next time Himawari-chan!" his tone brightened. If only he could make the boy happy like that. He doubted that with the coming week.
If he could see spirits, which he knew he couldn't do, could he see her? It rained, warm and heavy. He felt humid in his kimono with all the lights turned down. Like that night. He never had felt the absence of loneliness as much as less than 3 years ago. He hadn't handled it with the uncareful, wallowing in your guilt, hadn't done anything to express the pain. He was bottle up, ready to explode like a wild animal or have a Watanuki-ish fit. He drank, that one night.
Would
it help if I turned a sad song on
"All By Myself" would
sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old
yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets
better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
The witch invited him privately, he felt comfortable, his hair still shaggy and wet after bathing from the dry blood. Watanuki still needed sleep and as long as he lived, he could breathe again. He sat down, feeling less suffocated and not as buoyant. He didn't show weakness to anyone.
"Would you like to drink with me?" she asked calmly, a business smile upon her lips ticked lips. What was the occasion? We have saved Watanuki once again!, yay?
"It helps, everyone I know and love face death everyday-I have nothing to do but 't I drink away my troubles?" she whispered. She was in her senses as a drunk, so had he?He took the sake cup gingerly, drowning the warm alchohol down with a hearty gulp. The good thing about the witch's sake was that it was quite trusted, she refilled his cup and he lost count of how much he had drank. He felt the sting of hot moisture and cold cheeks. To hell with his pride. This was the most serious accident that had occurred.
To hell with it! Tonight, he was going to cry, with only the residents of the shop as his audience as Watanuki snoozed in bed…
I've
never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought
that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm
just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let
it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
I've
never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought
that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm
just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with this pride,
let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
