Time in My Heart
By Zandra
Yuki removed the cigarette from his lips. "What do you
want?" his throaty baritone rumbled. He lifted the
cigarette and took a long drag from it.
"Eiri-san," came the more feminine voice, "Do you know
about Shindou-san's future plans?" Tohma's bright
blue eyes shone with mischief.
The pair of blond men sat comfortably in Yuki's
apartment. Tohma regarded his surroundings; leather
couch, coffee table, and an area with a computer set
up on a desk. Sheets of paper were visable alongside
the computer, with things drawn and written on them.
Yuki looked at Tohma curiously, "Plans? That boy never
makes plans. He just jumps into things head-first." He
looked at Tohma's serious face. Sighing, he
continued, "What?"
Tohma took a sip of tea, "Bad Luck has gotten an
opportunity to play in America. Of course,
Shindou-san, Nakano-san and Fujisaki were ecstatic.
They will leave by the end of the month, and not be
back for another month." He closed his eyes while
setting down the teacup. "I thought you might like to
know."
"What, is Shuichi too much of a baby to tell me
himself?" Yuki questioned, then continued "He'll be
fine. Good riddance. I can get some peace and quiet
around here now." He put his cigarette in the ashtray
and held his chin with his palm, looking unimpressed.
"Actually," Tohma replied, "Shindou-san was set to
tell you this morning, but you ran out on him. At
least that's what he said."
"I ran out on him?" Yuki scoffed at the remark, "He
almost burnt down my apartment trying to cook!"
"That is definatly Shindou-san." Tohma chuckled, his
voice light and airy. His face regained a serious
apperance, "I believe this trip will be good for him.
Shindou-san needs to be more self-reliant. He needs
to have faith in himself, without you."
Yuki seemed to be disregarding everything he was
hearing. He was staring at the blank television set.
Tohma suddenly got up, "You don't mind if I take a
look around, do you Eiri-san?" he asked. "I want to
see Shindou-san's current work."
"Whatever," Yuki mumbled, not caring about his guest.
Tohma walked to the computer desk, a little sway
evident in his hips. The man had a natural grace and
charm which won almost everyone over. Shuichi's
crayon drawings were visable alongside his computer.
He stared intently at one of the better doodles.
Inside the picture there was a crudely-drawn,
pink-haired boy (Shuichi himself, no doubt) singing
into a large crowd of stick people. All the stick
people had smiles drawn on their faces, and were
colored with one color each. Except for one other
person. In the front of the crowd there was another
person drawn with more care and consideration than
anything else on the paper. His hair was colored a
vibrant shade of yellow, and he had emerald green
eyes. He too had a smile on his face.
"My my, Shindou-san is quite the artist," he
proclaimed with a chuckle.
"It makes him happy," Yuki shrugged his shoulders,
"and keeps him quiet."
Tohma felt a pang of sadness in his heart as he
considered how Shuichi felt of Yuki and the way Yuki
treated him. But his head considered how childish
Shuichi was, and the questions he asked Yuki. Yuki
had a reason why he was so cold, and Tohma didn't
think Shuichi needed to know. Tohma walked back to the
couch. He knelt down in front of Yuki and grasped his
shoulders firmly.
Breathlessly, with a tremble evident in his voice, he
whispered "Eiri-san."
Yuki sat perfectly still. "What?" he asked, with ice
evident in his voice.
"I don't want Shindou-san to hurt you. I don't want
him re-opening wounds of long ago, wounds that should
be forgotten." Tohma said softly, averting his eyes
when he reached the end of his sentence. He got up
slowly, releasing Yuki's shoulders. "Eiri-san... I
don't think this relationship is good for you or
Shindou-san. Let's leave it at that."
Yuki was silent as Tohma excused himself.
[I just don't think this relationship is good for you
or Shindou-san.]
The words played over and over in his mind, on endless
repeat.
[Why can't I just say, "It's over"?] Yuki thought to
himself, [What is keeping me attatched to that boy?]
His mouth felt dry, so he got up and walked to his
fridge. Yuki searched for a beer, and removing a
Budweiser, closed the fridge door. There, on the
front, was a note Shuichi had written to Yuki before
he had left for work that morning.
Yuki,
I'm sorry about this morning. I was just trying
to tell you about our upcoming concert tour in
America. I will be gone for a month. I won't be
leaving for a month, though. I bought a can of
soup for your dinner. Don't drink too much beer.
I will be singing for you today.
Love,
Shuichi
Yuki read the note. Disgusted with himself, he tore it
off the fridge, and threw it in the trash. Yuki went
into his room, and locked the door. He lay down on the
bed, and fell asleep on top of it.
By Zandra
Yuki removed the cigarette from his lips. "What do you
want?" his throaty baritone rumbled. He lifted the
cigarette and took a long drag from it.
"Eiri-san," came the more feminine voice, "Do you know
about Shindou-san's future plans?" Tohma's bright
blue eyes shone with mischief.
The pair of blond men sat comfortably in Yuki's
apartment. Tohma regarded his surroundings; leather
couch, coffee table, and an area with a computer set
up on a desk. Sheets of paper were visable alongside
the computer, with things drawn and written on them.
Yuki looked at Tohma curiously, "Plans? That boy never
makes plans. He just jumps into things head-first." He
looked at Tohma's serious face. Sighing, he
continued, "What?"
Tohma took a sip of tea, "Bad Luck has gotten an
opportunity to play in America. Of course,
Shindou-san, Nakano-san and Fujisaki were ecstatic.
They will leave by the end of the month, and not be
back for another month." He closed his eyes while
setting down the teacup. "I thought you might like to
know."
"What, is Shuichi too much of a baby to tell me
himself?" Yuki questioned, then continued "He'll be
fine. Good riddance. I can get some peace and quiet
around here now." He put his cigarette in the ashtray
and held his chin with his palm, looking unimpressed.
"Actually," Tohma replied, "Shindou-san was set to
tell you this morning, but you ran out on him. At
least that's what he said."
"I ran out on him?" Yuki scoffed at the remark, "He
almost burnt down my apartment trying to cook!"
"That is definatly Shindou-san." Tohma chuckled, his
voice light and airy. His face regained a serious
apperance, "I believe this trip will be good for him.
Shindou-san needs to be more self-reliant. He needs
to have faith in himself, without you."
Yuki seemed to be disregarding everything he was
hearing. He was staring at the blank television set.
Tohma suddenly got up, "You don't mind if I take a
look around, do you Eiri-san?" he asked. "I want to
see Shindou-san's current work."
"Whatever," Yuki mumbled, not caring about his guest.
Tohma walked to the computer desk, a little sway
evident in his hips. The man had a natural grace and
charm which won almost everyone over. Shuichi's
crayon drawings were visable alongside his computer.
He stared intently at one of the better doodles.
Inside the picture there was a crudely-drawn,
pink-haired boy (Shuichi himself, no doubt) singing
into a large crowd of stick people. All the stick
people had smiles drawn on their faces, and were
colored with one color each. Except for one other
person. In the front of the crowd there was another
person drawn with more care and consideration than
anything else on the paper. His hair was colored a
vibrant shade of yellow, and he had emerald green
eyes. He too had a smile on his face.
"My my, Shindou-san is quite the artist," he
proclaimed with a chuckle.
"It makes him happy," Yuki shrugged his shoulders,
"and keeps him quiet."
Tohma felt a pang of sadness in his heart as he
considered how Shuichi felt of Yuki and the way Yuki
treated him. But his head considered how childish
Shuichi was, and the questions he asked Yuki. Yuki
had a reason why he was so cold, and Tohma didn't
think Shuichi needed to know. Tohma walked back to the
couch. He knelt down in front of Yuki and grasped his
shoulders firmly.
Breathlessly, with a tremble evident in his voice, he
whispered "Eiri-san."
Yuki sat perfectly still. "What?" he asked, with ice
evident in his voice.
"I don't want Shindou-san to hurt you. I don't want
him re-opening wounds of long ago, wounds that should
be forgotten." Tohma said softly, averting his eyes
when he reached the end of his sentence. He got up
slowly, releasing Yuki's shoulders. "Eiri-san... I
don't think this relationship is good for you or
Shindou-san. Let's leave it at that."
Yuki was silent as Tohma excused himself.
[I just don't think this relationship is good for you
or Shindou-san.]
The words played over and over in his mind, on endless
repeat.
[Why can't I just say, "It's over"?] Yuki thought to
himself, [What is keeping me attatched to that boy?]
His mouth felt dry, so he got up and walked to his
fridge. Yuki searched for a beer, and removing a
Budweiser, closed the fridge door. There, on the
front, was a note Shuichi had written to Yuki before
he had left for work that morning.
Yuki,
I'm sorry about this morning. I was just trying
to tell you about our upcoming concert tour in
America. I will be gone for a month. I won't be
leaving for a month, though. I bought a can of
soup for your dinner. Don't drink too much beer.
I will be singing for you today.
Love,
Shuichi
Yuki read the note. Disgusted with himself, he tore it
off the fridge, and threw it in the trash. Yuki went
into his room, and locked the door. He lay down on the
bed, and fell asleep on top of it.