Reviews omnomnom :
KyuuKyuuMoo
Daygon Yuuki
LucasZorro
NoahEarlGraves
Guest
lolitasylva23
ryu elchan
jeanne
SuperHarmony
masuchii
mwaheumi
huangangelin
Akashi-Meiukemi
Notes : I'm an ass. I haven't update since I entered college. Welcome to architecture, a course which does not allows you to sleep for a week.
Love Me For Thirty Days
DAY TWENTY
.
.
.
TEN MORE DAYS
Thursday
.
.
.
"Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them."
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day
What day was it today?
He didn't exactly remembered on how he was in a middle of Kyoto, he didn't exactly knew how he ended up inside a cranky room with nasty floorboards. The futon wasn't the most comfortable, and it made his back sore as he woke up just to be lost and confused more than ever. Anyway, he woke up from hysterical shouts ― perhaps, a fight or an argument. But it had triggered something in his mind, somewhat a familiar scene playing in his mind before it faded away once again.
Then, he was back to square one.
Looking around, Tetsuya realised he was alone ― and probably nobody was with him, after all. He dressed himself before deciding to get the hell out of here before his ears deafened fully, the argument rolled for an hour already; "I didn't ask you to have sex with me!" ― or something like that.
It was best to be outside, after all. Yet, sooner or later, the blunette found himself propped in the middle of nowhere again.
Were his other mornings as silent as today?
Facing the field, the wind on his face, touching the skin ever so lightly and gave him the chills of memories from a distant past ― or maybe not too long ago either. Early, bright sunshine was a pain; ascending from the nice warm level to a scorching bitch attack to anyone in particular. Yet, Tetsuya was not one to inch any movement from the spot, his palms gritting against rusty bars but the swing stayed in zero velocity.
There was a ball that rolled to his feet ― round and orange and familiar-looking. One with brown, gritty lines and texture rough to the fingers, but able to allow strong grips. Tetsuya found himself allured to the particular object, had one arm stretched and bend just to touch the ball. Not even to the point of carrying or picking it up, actually, and yet upon a single (supposedly harmless touch) he could feel a sharp throb in his head. Like a constant yelling, a swift stab at the back of his head and came in the ache ― the blunette groaned, his fingers pushed the ball away and it rolled farther and farther.
A low, weak moan pushed back from his throat, as minutes later, Tetsuya found himself lying on the dirty ground. His hair matted with the soil and dirt and dust, but what was more worse was that the headache worsened. And he was utterly, genuinely confused.
"Wha. . .?" He tried standing up, he tried reaching out. But no matter what, he felt as if his throat was stuck ― like drowning into waves and waves of sea water, his consciousness slipped and slipped in the deepest depth of his memory. . .
In the end. . .
It was all about the college days.
Reckless college days.
And yet, it was all because of the summer hols.
And then, there was. . .
What was there?
The image he was seeing started to fade, like a glitch in a system, it crackled and made weird buzzing noises.
Echoes. . . Louder buzzes singing in his ears, chanting in his mind, reminding him and yet he could not remember.
Faces, lots of faces. Familiar ones, strangers, family ― who was family? ― strangers, strangers, more strangers. . .
A flash of redhead appeared in his mind, and suddenly Tetsuya was drowned in a pool of memories. Buzzing, echoing, ringing in his ears. Images swirling, circling, rounding him like a poor, lost victim. And yes, Tetsuya was a victim to a condition. Bounded, unable to escape. Just as he was at that moment, frozen to the spot and he caught himself watching, the memories from the past.
It was college when it happened.
"You sure you'll be fine?" Seijuurou asked from the other side. Somehow he was willing to call despite being thousands of miles apart from Tetsuya, and god, calling overseas aren't as cheap as buying a burger from Maji. Anyway, the redhead did came from a rich family ― that bastard ― Tetsuya could only retort.
He smiled upon noticing the concern his lover was giving. The worry lines showing at the crook of his brows, and the scowl he was making was a tight-lipped, cheek-puffing technique. Of course, Tetsuya found it absolutely adorable. "Of course, I'll be fine," cerulean eyes rolled sarcastically, as if the redhead was going to see anyway; but if he did, oh Seijuurou would be so mad, "It's just basketball camp, Sei-kun!"
"Okay, okay," Tetsuya heard his irritation, the gritting of teeth and how he could imagined the nineteen year old boy would pace around in his own room, being nervous and shit. "So," he continued with another question, obviously not yet convinced, "Who's bringing you? Who," he emphasised the last 'who', "Are you going with?"
"Relax, it's just Kagami ―"
"That insolent. . ."
"Hey, hey, hey!" The blunette interrupted before Seijuurou went full Hitler. Who knows what he was capable of even when being distances away? "Sei-kun, he won't do anything!"
"I don't trust that guy, Tetsuya. He looks like he's crushing on you since last year of high school."
Said Tetsuya snorted and laughed, like actually laughed!; "Whaa. . . No, Sei-kun! He's just my best friend." After a long pause, the blunette added, "Okay?"
There was not a single response at first. ". . . Alright, love." He spoke through gritted teeth, "Safe ride."
"I love you," Tetsuya chimed in, but Seijuurou already closed the line. Stupid boyfriend with his jealousy.
It was then Kagami decided to slip in his dorm room, prepared with his own stuffs inside a duffel bag latching on one shoulder. He was already wearing sportswear, a sleeveless jersey, short pants and a pair of Nike shoes. The ball was tucked under his forearm, and he was playing with his keys, rattling it with a show off attitude. The blunette crooked one brow, scrutinising the sight before snorting a "really?" toward his friend.
"I can't wait to test out the truck," Kagami grinned, "So, hurry up!"
Tetsuya rolled his eyes, "Everyone got their license a year ago and look at you. . ."
"Oi!" The taller man had his face beet red, "I'm sorry I had my license late," he frowned.
The blunette gave a small grin, "Alright, let's go."
Before he finally left the room, the blunette sent a text ― he knew it would take most of his credits, then again, it was for his beloved Akashi Seijuurou ― "I'm sorry, love. I can't wait till you come back for sem break, then you'll give me a proper ride ;)"
He snorted toward his own text. Tetsuya was a simple man, after all. Such emojis or emoticons or those cutesy texts that usually high school girls send to their boyfriends are rarity for him, and he seldom used it but for the one and only boyfriend he had. Nevertheless, he still found it something to be cringe of.
". . . I love you, Sei. Never forget that."
Never forget that. . .
Never forget. . .
Never. . .
Tetsuya found himself in a different place than the one he was in the morning ― but that wasn't the only thing he had realised by now. Moving his hand toward his face, he found his cheeks red and eyes stung so bad.
Akashi Tetsuya was crying.
"How could I forget. . .?" He sobbed, bringing his knees closer and had his forehead leaning against them; there was guilt settling in his chest, he hated himself for forgetting ― and there was something missing in his memories. Something important. . . "I'm sorry, Sei-kun."
At that moment, he wished that he was safe in the arms of Akashi Seijuurou.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mozu : Do you guys still read this actually? I don't know. . . I felt like I'm losing readers cause I updated slowly. Well, yeah who wouldn't? This shit started when I was fucking sixteen mwahahhahaha
Anyway, I really miss you guys! I've been so lonely in FFnet now. AO3 is boring in my opinion, I never would want to migrate ever again.
So yeah, ye know the drill! X for love, O for hate!
-Mozu The Mochi (2017)