Matchmaker Journals-Miyako
Yeah, I'm the bomb! I rule, I'm great! Ha, Mimi and Ken had it easy. They only had to get Matt and Tai away from each other to get them with the people they loved. I had to get Takeru over his own heartfelt beliefs.
I mean, come on! Three years isn't really that big of an age gap, especially since Iori's like thirty, mentally and emotionally. Oops! I ruined it now!
Yep, Takeru and Iori. Little Mr. Kendo, and the Great White Hope, himself. Ha! As if any force on earth is strong enough to resist me! I knew they were in love with each other before Daisuke started lusting after Ken, the Kaizer. I mean, please! Ken was drooling the first time he saw Spandex-boy, and I practically had to hold his jaw shut.
Not that I minded, of course, since he left my gal alone. That boy is enough to make any gay girl run screaming in fear of a lifetime with him. Good thing he was so fickle before the genius came along. Better that he's so faithful and loyal now. Otherwise, I'd have to kick him in the head for hurting the only boy that I've every really crushed on.
Sure, I mean, guys are hot, and all, but I never really -liked- anyone before Kari and Ken. Ken mostly for his looks, and the lost-puppy look that rode his expression constantly before Dai managed to beat sense into his pretty little head.
Oops, again! I was supposed to betelling you of my great romantic set-up, in which I got two hotties in denial to admit their feelings, and go for the gold!
Kami, that sounds so sappy! I'm not writing sap, dammit! Actually their tale is very angsty.
See, Takeru was in love with a boy younger than himself, and he knew that his mother was homophobic. His brother, of course, didn't have to worry about such things, but he lived with his mother, and he loved her very much. He couldn't deny what he was, but he could hide it pretty damn well, even living in the same building as the one he loved.
Iori, on the other hand, knew that they were in love with each other, and accepted it wisely. He told his family, and they accepted him, after much questioning of his judgement (and a nice long talking to from your's truly).
Of course, little Wise One, being as sage and knowing as he is, knew that Takeru would never admit his feeelings, and would probably reject any overt attempts from himself. So, instead of basking in the warm glow of first love, he was pushed into the roll of best friend, study partner, sleep-over buddy, and confidante.
It nearly drove him insane.
Think of it this way. You haven't eaten for weeks. You eat dry, crusty bread, and drink stale, warm water every day. Then, after a long time of this torture, you're offered a full-course meal, fit with steak, and fresh fruits and vegetables, and any kind of food that you could ever want.
But, instead of being able to enjoy this feast, you're warned, that after your very first taste, the food will kill you, instantly causing your body to hurt, and killing you off, gradually and slowly, but at a constant enough pace, that, eventually, you'd rather starve than eat.
Now, imagine that you saw that same feast, everyday, and, just to add to the torture, you smelled it everyway, and you could nearly taste it.
Well, now imagine how little Iori felt, knowing that the one he loved loved him back, but would never let be together out of fear?
Crappy, that's how! Fortunately for Takeru, he and I are friends. I did what any true friend, one that loved them both as much as I do, would.
I kicked his butt. Literally. Gave him a black eye, too, to go with the bruise that I'm almost certain formed on his behind. The jerk deserved it. Your thinking: Little Takeru? Be deserving of pain and misery?
Yes. Little Mr. Hope himself. Iori finally got the courage, and approached him. He laid everything on the line, told him how he felt, and how he knew that nothing would come of it. He simply couldn't not tell him any longer. What did Takeru do?
Called my little Iori-chan a pervert, and told him that he should just kill himself, because 'fags' werent' worthy of the air they breathe. Of course, he was kneeling on the floor through all of this, because he was helping the basketball make up posters for one of those 'pep-rally' things they do.
My footprint on the seat of his pants, and the shout he gave stopped Iori. Then, of course, a nice left-hook into that pretty blue gaze. Here's a thought? What do you think would happen if the love of your life got beat up by one of your friends? If you were Iori?
He tackled me, the little bastard. Didn't hit me, thank god, but he pinned me down, and growled at me in this freaky little voice, told me that if I ever, -ever-, touched Takeru again, for any reason, it would definitely be the last time.
I, of course, took no offense. Simply watched the stunned expression on Takeru's face when he finally realized how deep his little lover already was in love with him. I never thought that it would be his doubts about Iori's feelings that would hold him back as well.
Oy vey. Boys are so confusing. Takeru gets up, and offers Iori his hand, and then Iori helps me up. He looked rather sheepish, standing there, and blushing in a gymnasium full of studenst who had stopped what they were doing when Takeru shouted. I expected Takeru to offer a short 'thank you', maybe even an apology, but no. He didn't do anything of the sort.
To my complete, and utter suprise, that't the very day that Takeru kissed him. In a gym full of students, many of them anti-homosexual, and, unbeknownst to him: his mother.
She had arrived early to pick him up for some family reunion thing, and came just in time to see her little boy kiss another, litter boy. Who intervened? Who do you think?
I stopped her before she got anywhere near them, and dragged her outside, explaining some simple facts to her, and letting her know exactly what was what. Let me tell you, that is one woman who will never say another prejudice thing against anyone, ever again.
And now? All of us are happily paired up. Yes, we're all gay. According to Gennai, that has nothing to do with being Chosen, or anything of the sort. It was simply fate, and our hearts. Go figure.
Yeah, I'm the bomb! I rule, I'm great! Ha, Mimi and Ken had it easy. They only had to get Matt and Tai away from each other to get them with the people they loved. I had to get Takeru over his own heartfelt beliefs.
I mean, come on! Three years isn't really that big of an age gap, especially since Iori's like thirty, mentally and emotionally. Oops! I ruined it now!
Yep, Takeru and Iori. Little Mr. Kendo, and the Great White Hope, himself. Ha! As if any force on earth is strong enough to resist me! I knew they were in love with each other before Daisuke started lusting after Ken, the Kaizer. I mean, please! Ken was drooling the first time he saw Spandex-boy, and I practically had to hold his jaw shut.
Not that I minded, of course, since he left my gal alone. That boy is enough to make any gay girl run screaming in fear of a lifetime with him. Good thing he was so fickle before the genius came along. Better that he's so faithful and loyal now. Otherwise, I'd have to kick him in the head for hurting the only boy that I've every really crushed on.
Sure, I mean, guys are hot, and all, but I never really -liked- anyone before Kari and Ken. Ken mostly for his looks, and the lost-puppy look that rode his expression constantly before Dai managed to beat sense into his pretty little head.
Oops, again! I was supposed to betelling you of my great romantic set-up, in which I got two hotties in denial to admit their feelings, and go for the gold!
Kami, that sounds so sappy! I'm not writing sap, dammit! Actually their tale is very angsty.
See, Takeru was in love with a boy younger than himself, and he knew that his mother was homophobic. His brother, of course, didn't have to worry about such things, but he lived with his mother, and he loved her very much. He couldn't deny what he was, but he could hide it pretty damn well, even living in the same building as the one he loved.
Iori, on the other hand, knew that they were in love with each other, and accepted it wisely. He told his family, and they accepted him, after much questioning of his judgement (and a nice long talking to from your's truly).
Of course, little Wise One, being as sage and knowing as he is, knew that Takeru would never admit his feeelings, and would probably reject any overt attempts from himself. So, instead of basking in the warm glow of first love, he was pushed into the roll of best friend, study partner, sleep-over buddy, and confidante.
It nearly drove him insane.
Think of it this way. You haven't eaten for weeks. You eat dry, crusty bread, and drink stale, warm water every day. Then, after a long time of this torture, you're offered a full-course meal, fit with steak, and fresh fruits and vegetables, and any kind of food that you could ever want.
But, instead of being able to enjoy this feast, you're warned, that after your very first taste, the food will kill you, instantly causing your body to hurt, and killing you off, gradually and slowly, but at a constant enough pace, that, eventually, you'd rather starve than eat.
Now, imagine that you saw that same feast, everyday, and, just to add to the torture, you smelled it everyway, and you could nearly taste it.
Well, now imagine how little Iori felt, knowing that the one he loved loved him back, but would never let be together out of fear?
Crappy, that's how! Fortunately for Takeru, he and I are friends. I did what any true friend, one that loved them both as much as I do, would.
I kicked his butt. Literally. Gave him a black eye, too, to go with the bruise that I'm almost certain formed on his behind. The jerk deserved it. Your thinking: Little Takeru? Be deserving of pain and misery?
Yes. Little Mr. Hope himself. Iori finally got the courage, and approached him. He laid everything on the line, told him how he felt, and how he knew that nothing would come of it. He simply couldn't not tell him any longer. What did Takeru do?
Called my little Iori-chan a pervert, and told him that he should just kill himself, because 'fags' werent' worthy of the air they breathe. Of course, he was kneeling on the floor through all of this, because he was helping the basketball make up posters for one of those 'pep-rally' things they do.
My footprint on the seat of his pants, and the shout he gave stopped Iori. Then, of course, a nice left-hook into that pretty blue gaze. Here's a thought? What do you think would happen if the love of your life got beat up by one of your friends? If you were Iori?
He tackled me, the little bastard. Didn't hit me, thank god, but he pinned me down, and growled at me in this freaky little voice, told me that if I ever, -ever-, touched Takeru again, for any reason, it would definitely be the last time.
I, of course, took no offense. Simply watched the stunned expression on Takeru's face when he finally realized how deep his little lover already was in love with him. I never thought that it would be his doubts about Iori's feelings that would hold him back as well.
Oy vey. Boys are so confusing. Takeru gets up, and offers Iori his hand, and then Iori helps me up. He looked rather sheepish, standing there, and blushing in a gymnasium full of studenst who had stopped what they were doing when Takeru shouted. I expected Takeru to offer a short 'thank you', maybe even an apology, but no. He didn't do anything of the sort.
To my complete, and utter suprise, that't the very day that Takeru kissed him. In a gym full of students, many of them anti-homosexual, and, unbeknownst to him: his mother.
She had arrived early to pick him up for some family reunion thing, and came just in time to see her little boy kiss another, litter boy. Who intervened? Who do you think?
I stopped her before she got anywhere near them, and dragged her outside, explaining some simple facts to her, and letting her know exactly what was what. Let me tell you, that is one woman who will never say another prejudice thing against anyone, ever again.
And now? All of us are happily paired up. Yes, we're all gay. According to Gennai, that has nothing to do with being Chosen, or anything of the sort. It was simply fate, and our hearts. Go figure.