Survival of the Almost Achievers
Drabble #25: In Which Mr. Misaki Makes a Decision
Narumi smiled, twirling a pink quill in his nimble fingers.
That smile scared Misaki.
"Mr. Misaki," said Narumi in an almost comforting tone. "Don't you think you should consider the options before you?"
"Options?" retorted Misaki, snorting. "All I see are two dead ends."
Mr. Narumi's eyes glinted. "It may very well be, but it's the only choice you've got."
Misaki paced back in forth in his personal study room, shaking his head to himself. There really was no other way. It was either that or. . . that. And both were, for lack of a better word, undesirable.
Misaki sat down on his leather armchair, rubbing his temples. Contrary to popular belief, his room was very messy. A dozen piles of scattered clothes blocked the doorway, books littered in stacks beside his bed, and the scents of remains of past meals still lingered in the air.
Altogether a very messy room.
Misaki stared at his bed, sheets rumpled and pillows flattened, a worn plushie sat atop it. He whimpered, climbing onto his bed and taking the stuffed toy into his arms.
Generally, he wasn't a softie (like Narumi, that douche-bag), but Beanie was his close ally. Almost a friend, even. The bean plush toy had been there for him through all the bad times and good times.
"What do you think I should do?" he said seriously to the toy. He pressed its stomach.
"Follow your heart," it said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "And trust it will lead you in the right direction."
Misaki picked up the phone on his bedside drawer and dialed Narumi's number.
After a few seconds, the person on the other line picked up. "Hello?"
"Narumi. I know what I have to do now."
He couldn't see him, but he was sure Narumi was smiling. "I knew you would."
I don't like yaoi, so this isn't Narumi/Misaki, okay? I didn't know what Misaki had to make a decision about so I disregarded it altogether. =)) Like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. My creative juices aren't flowing today, so forgive me.
-Isa