Sou dropped his attaché case on the dining table, he whimpered when he remembered it was only last week was reprimanding Goh for putting up his dirty sneakers on top of the expensive table on the edge of that same table. He wished he could bring it all back. He could change everything back to where it was before, how they were before. He would give everything to have his brother back, he would sacrifice everything to bring them back to how they were before. Just being brothers, just being Sou and Goh. He slumped his head in his hands and cried so hard, feeling so empty, feeling that a part of him died with Goh leaving him.
Goh didn't want to go to work today, he was aching all over that he knew he'd probably won't be doing a good job because his movements would be limited but he would risk it than get fired and won't be able to see Suguru again.
He walked to the bus stop and waited for his bus, he woke up early to avoid the crowd, he was so sore all over, it would be an embarrassment if he kept on groaning or wincing whenever someone bumps into him in a crowded bus. He got to work without incident. He wish he would be assigned to delivery today, he didn't know if he can risk doing other work that would have exert so much effort like sorting mails or loading and unloading packages.
His supervisor at him, "What happened to you Goh chan?" she asked, seeing the bruises on his arms and neck, good thing there were scratch marks, it disguises the love bites Sou made.
"I was mugged last night and the snatcher decided to have fun with me and beat me up because all he can steal from me are old sneakers." Goh replied, he thought that would be a good excuse if someone asked what happened to him.
His supervisor a kind old woman, "Oh, you poor thing, just do deliveries and go home, it's kinda slow anyway, don't worry, I will write up that I assigned you to field work," she said, with a sympathetic smile.
Goh bowed, "Domo arigato, sempai. I appreciate that so much." He said.
The supervisor ruffled his hair and smiled, "Ok, do your deliveries so you can go home early. Eat soup and drink liquids, have the doctor check you up." The supervisor advised.
Goh bowed again, "Yes, sempai, I will."
And the most worse event of the day, Goh, being careful of his scratches and aches, he didn't realized someone saw him.
Suguru looked across the hallway on his way to the studio with Hiro, he looked at the mail clerk, he looked so much like Goh Kun from high school, what happened to him? Looking at the bruises on the man's face and neck. Hiro nudge him, "Suguru chan, let's go, Shui is waiting for us!" Hiro said, tapping his band mate on the shoulder.
Goh heard them and bowed his head, turning pale. No, please, not now. Not this way. He wished and prayed so hard, closing his eyes. Suguru shrugged his shoulders, maybe he is just imagining things because he missed his best friend and was just thinking of him the other day. He went in the studio with Hiro and gave a wave at the mail clerk absent-mindedly. Goh bowed his head deeper to avoid contact.
Goh grabbed his guitar. He was remembering the look Suguru gave him before he went in the studio. The way he smiled and waved his hand at him. He started strumming his guitar absent-mindedly, his mind in the clouds, his mind is at the NG building, in the studio with a green-haired keyboardist. Before he realized, he was able to write the rest of the melody Suguru's unwritten song. He let out a gasped, his heart pounding in his ear. He grabbed a pen and started writing notes and lyrics. When he got that done, he got up and got his recorder and record the whole thing.
LOVE SPELL
Do you realized how important you are to me? Do you realize just how much you affect me so? It is some kind of mantra, that holds me to you, bounds me to you.
Oh, how I hear those words over and over in my head each spell ends with your name that bounds me to the master of my heart which is you.
It affects my whole being, my heart, my mind, all my senses only listens to your name, your touch, your command.
My heart is racing, my heart is beating to some invisible melody that if you listen to it carefully it has pattern, it thumps to the rhythm of your name.
I only listen to one mantra, am only attuned to follow your voice. Whatever kind of spell you cast my way, please don't break it.
Bind me, wrap me, immerse me to your bidding. For there's no other master I would devote my life to than you.
Oh, how I love you, I don't need the spell to make me fall for you, I don't need any sutra to cast me to forever love you. For I already do, really do, my love.
When Goh dropped the pen, he realized that his hand was writing on it's own, that it really was possessed to finish the unwritten feelings crying out from Suguru's song. He heard the clicked of the door next door. Suguru's home.
Goh waited for ten minutes before putting the lyrics and note sheets in an enveloped together with his recorded guitar version of Suguru's song. Their song now. Love Spell.
Love Spell, it read it front of the envelope, from your balloon soul mate. Hoped you liked it. He sealed it and tiptoed across the room and opened the door quietly. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes tightly, Sugu kun, whispered under his breathe, put his bundle in front of Suguru's door. He rand the door bell and run quietly back to his own apartment. Peeking at the peep hold as soon as he closed the door.
After a few minutes, he saw Suguru opening the door and looking around. Look down, look down! Goh shouted in his head. When Suguru noticed the enveloped and picked it up and brought it in the apartment, Goh jumped in the air and do a sexy pantomime of a victory dance.
