Epilogue
Dad was putting the last of my stuff into the van while I looked around the apartment to make sure I didn't forget anything. My bike and furniture had already been shipped to Okinawa where Dad lived, so there wasn't much stuff left. I'd found three soccer balls so far, but I still could find my favorite one. It was black and red and had been a gift from the guys for Christmas last year. The ball itself wasn't very expensive, but they didn't want to spend a lot of money on me so they'd all pitched in. Still, it was special to me.
Omi was in the kitchen, hiding my ball under his shirt. I noticed and stood just behind the door and shouted, "Has anyone seen my black and red ball?! I'm not leaving without it!!" I peeked and saw Omi grinning devilishly. I ran in and tackled him, wrestling my ball away form him.
"It's mine!" I shouted, but he didn't let go.
"You can't have it! I don't want you to leave!"
I got the ball away and looked down at him, strandling his stomach. He was pouting and about to cry.
"Omi-chan, I'll visit and I'll write and I'll call. You guys are my best friends, even though you don't consider me your friend."
"Kritiker told us not to get too close to you, but we didn't listen. They told us you were easily expendible and a toy so we shouldn't get too attached. Guess we didn't follow orders, because I am going to miss you, Ken. You're my best friend." He was crying, poor guy. I hugged him tightly, not letting go of my ball. (It's mine, dammit, and I'm sick of people taking what's mine away from me.)
Yoji walked in, shrugged, and got down on the floor with us and joined in our hug.
"Gonna miss you, Kenken," he muttered, but I noticed the way he was looking at Omi. He'd get over the sex fast, but I think he might've actually meant he'd miss ME as in me: the person, not me: the toy.
I stood up, trying not to cry. I was leaving everything behind to go back to the nothing I'd started out with. I was scared out of my mind, I felt like aiming a video camera up my nose, then dropping it and running away screaming in a dark forest. {1}
Sorry. I just had to do that. I apologize.
Not really. _
Dad was putting the last of my stuff into the van while I looked around the apartment to make sure I didn't forget anything. My bike and furniture had already been shipped to Okinawa where Dad lived, so there wasn't much stuff left. I'd found three soccer balls so far, but I still could find my favorite one. It was black and red and had been a gift from the guys for Christmas last year. The ball itself wasn't very expensive, but they didn't want to spend a lot of money on me so they'd all pitched in. Still, it was special to me.
Omi was in the kitchen, hiding my ball under his shirt. I noticed and stood just behind the door and shouted, "Has anyone seen my black and red ball?! I'm not leaving without it!!" I peeked and saw Omi grinning devilishly. I ran in and tackled him, wrestling my ball away form him.
"It's mine!" I shouted, but he didn't let go.
"You can't have it! I don't want you to leave!"
I got the ball away and looked down at him, strandling his stomach. He was pouting and about to cry.
"Omi-chan, I'll visit and I'll write and I'll call. You guys are my best friends, even though you don't consider me your friend."
"Kritiker told us not to get too close to you, but we didn't listen. They told us you were easily expendible and a toy so we shouldn't get too attached. Guess we didn't follow orders, because I am going to miss you, Ken. You're my best friend." He was crying, poor guy. I hugged him tightly, not letting go of my ball. (It's mine, dammit, and I'm sick of people taking what's mine away from me.)
Yoji walked in, shrugged, and got down on the floor with us and joined in our hug.
"Gonna miss you, Kenken," he muttered, but I noticed the way he was looking at Omi. He'd get over the sex fast, but I think he might've actually meant he'd miss ME as in me: the person, not me: the toy.
I stood up, trying not to cry. I was leaving everything behind to go back to the nothing I'd started out with. I was scared out of my mind, I felt like aiming a video camera up my nose, then dropping it and running away screaming in a dark forest. {1}
Sorry. I just had to do that. I apologize.
Not really. _