Need and Want 3...
Disclaimer: Maki Murakami owns Gravitation. And Zetsuai isn't mine either.
The Difference Between Need and Want
by Yui Miyamoto
Chapter 3 - Invisible Scar.
That incessant crying sounded unusual, and yet it seemed so familiar to my
ears. It was then that I turned my head towards a random alley near the
production studio to find him there.
I couldn't believe he was crying no less...
"Suguru-kun?" I came trudging through the scraps of paper that seemed to
typically fly through these types of settings. "Suguru-kun?"
"Uncle." he answered in a whisper.
Blowing his nose on a kleenex and rubbing his eyes, he blushed embarrassed
to
see me there.
"What happened?" I patted his shoulder unable to do anything else.
"..."
This does not bode well with me...
"If you don't want to tell me, I respect that." I then pushed his back to
walk out of the alleyway, but then I stopped him.
I know only one reason for this turn of events...
I myself know this exact situation...
After messing up his hair and getting it out of his face, I handed him my
handkerchief. "You always have to look presentable. No matter the costs."
He took it knowingly rubbing his face and saying, "A Seguchi who shows his
emotions in public is a cause for the entire family's shame."
Nodding my head and smiling, we headed out of the alleyway.
"Cheer up, Suguru-kun." Putting my hands into my long trenchcoat, I turned
towards the direction of the production studio. "Now you know love's a
bitch."
I looked at him with the sides of my eyes and smiled still.
For a second, he was a little shocked. But then, he laughed and sighed.
"Nothing ever gets past you, Uncle. Ja."
He walked his way and I walked mine.
"Now you know love's a bitch," I repeated quietly to myself and laughed a
bit
as I waited on the street corner. "Boy, I learned the hard way..."
I was talking with a friend when I passing by a library in Kyoto...
[flashback]
With a quick glance at the entrance, I kept my cool and still focused on my
friend who was telling me about her fascination with clothes. I think that
was
why I had learned to dress this way.
But more than that, she was only 12, and yet she was already being recruited
to
fashion schools from all over.
"Touma, so what do you think?" She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to
look through her bookbag.
It is more down time to look at that beautiful person coming out of the
library...
"Kore." She then shoved seven boards worth of sketch designs for her
upcoming
fashion project. "So, what do you think?"
I studied them carefully. "I think you should change the coloring for this
one. And this one is horrendous. Change it."
Lifting up my head to yet get another glimpse of them for the back, I
answered
my friend Miho, "Other than that, they're fine."
She pouted for a bit. "But I like the coloring for this one. Are you this
one
isn't good?"
I nodded and we started to walk on again. But as she talked to me, inside
my
mind, I was distracted.
Who are you?
But of course, I never let my guard down.
[end of flashback]
With a sly smile, I entered the building and rode up the elevator to my
office.
The smile wouldn't come off. It was something until this day had an impact
on
my mood no matter how much time had passed...
[flashback]
"I have to find a bride?" I questioned my father. "I'm only 14 and a half.
What kind of thing is this?"
He gave me a look. "As heir you have to do as I say, Touma. Don't you dare
talk back to me."
With a grudging nod, I muttered calmly, "Hai."
And it just happened that I met her, my match...who also happened to be my
classmate: Uesugi Mika.
When I first went into her home, I was so upset, but being the way I am, I
never let these things show. Growing up in my home, there was no time to
whine, but to kill whatever had to be done and solved.
As we both stared at one another reluctantly in our places on the floor,
someone passed by. And through that crack, I caught a glimpse of someone.
I caught my breathe but it was a little loud.
That wasn't...
Oh my god...
Later I was introduced to Mika's two younger brothers. The older one's
introduction went like this:
"Hello, my name is..." he said as he shook my hand with a smile. Gleaming
blue
eyes protruded through the clear glasses...
...an addicting smile indeed.
"So, you like to read?" I asked stupidly not really knowing what to say.
"Yes." He smiled even more hugging his books. "But I like to write even
more."
I nodded.
"I want to become a novelist someday..."
At the end of the day, I went into my room, looked into the mirror and
stared
at myself.
So many people have walked in and out of my life. So many have liked me and
so
many have I had a crush on, but to fall in love? I couldn't come up with a
name...except one.
With a deadpan look to my reflection, through the moonlight, I mumbled
softly,
"I'm marrying the wrong person."
[end of flashback]
As my secretary came into the room to tell me the rest of the day's
activities,
I nodded my head accordingly. "Okay, so..."
When we were finished, I sat at my desk and started to sign some documents
as
well as read the upcoming events that I had to attend to. But I sighed and
I
couldn't help but think of my nephew.
"My poor Suguru-kun..."
Then, I stopped to put on a song in a CD that I gave to Yuki years ago. It
was
right after I met him and found out he liked a certain artist. And so I
gave
him the CD by the idol named Koji Nanjo and the song I wanted Yuki to hear
was
called, "Dousurebaii?"
Many could translate it to 'What should I do?' but that doesn't do it
justice...no, it wouldn't.
Getting up from chair, I looked down on Tokyo. Smiling as a tear fell down
from cheek, I nodded to myself. "Yeah, love's a bitch all right."
"What's the Seguchi motto again," I sarcastically said to myself. "Oh yes.
You either know, or know more. There is no uncertainty. It is not part of
your vocabulary."
I knew the true meaning of that sentence when I had stared at my first love
coming out of the library. I wanted to know everything about that person.
Everything because it was such a pure love...
...I cannot describe it. Until I fail at this description.
Then to find out later, she wasn't a 'she' at all...it was a boy.
"With You...
I know I will be a fool to do anything in a heartbeat...
To protect that smile on your face..."
These were my thoughts while I walked home after first meeting Yuki.
At 15, upon meeting him, I for the first time, didn't care if I sobbed
aloud.
Without discretion, without rhyme or reason, I cried.
Thereafter finding out that it was the brother of my current wife, the more
I
saw him the more it tortured me. It was then that I knew my feelings were
beyond need and want. They were much, much deeper than the blood running
inside my veins. It would be a scar that invisibly bled and would grow with
time elapsing...
---
Author's note: Touma...what a cool guy...
I just wanted to find some type of 'circle' overlapping Touma's feelings...
I know that sounds odd, but just nod your head and smile. I'm just being
weird as usual.
Disclaimer: Maki Murakami owns Gravitation. And Zetsuai isn't mine either.
The Difference Between Need and Want
by Yui Miyamoto
Chapter 3 - Invisible Scar.
That incessant crying sounded unusual, and yet it seemed so familiar to my
ears. It was then that I turned my head towards a random alley near the
production studio to find him there.
I couldn't believe he was crying no less...
"Suguru-kun?" I came trudging through the scraps of paper that seemed to
typically fly through these types of settings. "Suguru-kun?"
"Uncle." he answered in a whisper.
Blowing his nose on a kleenex and rubbing his eyes, he blushed embarrassed
to
see me there.
"What happened?" I patted his shoulder unable to do anything else.
"..."
This does not bode well with me...
"If you don't want to tell me, I respect that." I then pushed his back to
walk out of the alleyway, but then I stopped him.
I know only one reason for this turn of events...
I myself know this exact situation...
After messing up his hair and getting it out of his face, I handed him my
handkerchief. "You always have to look presentable. No matter the costs."
He took it knowingly rubbing his face and saying, "A Seguchi who shows his
emotions in public is a cause for the entire family's shame."
Nodding my head and smiling, we headed out of the alleyway.
"Cheer up, Suguru-kun." Putting my hands into my long trenchcoat, I turned
towards the direction of the production studio. "Now you know love's a
bitch."
I looked at him with the sides of my eyes and smiled still.
For a second, he was a little shocked. But then, he laughed and sighed.
"Nothing ever gets past you, Uncle. Ja."
He walked his way and I walked mine.
"Now you know love's a bitch," I repeated quietly to myself and laughed a
bit
as I waited on the street corner. "Boy, I learned the hard way..."
I was talking with a friend when I passing by a library in Kyoto...
[flashback]
With a quick glance at the entrance, I kept my cool and still focused on my
friend who was telling me about her fascination with clothes. I think that
was
why I had learned to dress this way.
But more than that, she was only 12, and yet she was already being recruited
to
fashion schools from all over.
"Touma, so what do you think?" She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to
look through her bookbag.
It is more down time to look at that beautiful person coming out of the
library...
"Kore." She then shoved seven boards worth of sketch designs for her
upcoming
fashion project. "So, what do you think?"
I studied them carefully. "I think you should change the coloring for this
one. And this one is horrendous. Change it."
Lifting up my head to yet get another glimpse of them for the back, I
answered
my friend Miho, "Other than that, they're fine."
She pouted for a bit. "But I like the coloring for this one. Are you this
one
isn't good?"
I nodded and we started to walk on again. But as she talked to me, inside
my
mind, I was distracted.
Who are you?
But of course, I never let my guard down.
[end of flashback]
With a sly smile, I entered the building and rode up the elevator to my
office.
The smile wouldn't come off. It was something until this day had an impact
on
my mood no matter how much time had passed...
[flashback]
"I have to find a bride?" I questioned my father. "I'm only 14 and a half.
What kind of thing is this?"
He gave me a look. "As heir you have to do as I say, Touma. Don't you dare
talk back to me."
With a grudging nod, I muttered calmly, "Hai."
And it just happened that I met her, my match...who also happened to be my
classmate: Uesugi Mika.
When I first went into her home, I was so upset, but being the way I am, I
never let these things show. Growing up in my home, there was no time to
whine, but to kill whatever had to be done and solved.
As we both stared at one another reluctantly in our places on the floor,
someone passed by. And through that crack, I caught a glimpse of someone.
I caught my breathe but it was a little loud.
That wasn't...
Oh my god...
Later I was introduced to Mika's two younger brothers. The older one's
introduction went like this:
"Hello, my name is..." he said as he shook my hand with a smile. Gleaming
blue
eyes protruded through the clear glasses...
...an addicting smile indeed.
"So, you like to read?" I asked stupidly not really knowing what to say.
"Yes." He smiled even more hugging his books. "But I like to write even
more."
I nodded.
"I want to become a novelist someday..."
At the end of the day, I went into my room, looked into the mirror and
stared
at myself.
So many people have walked in and out of my life. So many have liked me and
so
many have I had a crush on, but to fall in love? I couldn't come up with a
name...except one.
With a deadpan look to my reflection, through the moonlight, I mumbled
softly,
"I'm marrying the wrong person."
[end of flashback]
As my secretary came into the room to tell me the rest of the day's
activities,
I nodded my head accordingly. "Okay, so..."
When we were finished, I sat at my desk and started to sign some documents
as
well as read the upcoming events that I had to attend to. But I sighed and
I
couldn't help but think of my nephew.
"My poor Suguru-kun..."
Then, I stopped to put on a song in a CD that I gave to Yuki years ago. It
was
right after I met him and found out he liked a certain artist. And so I
gave
him the CD by the idol named Koji Nanjo and the song I wanted Yuki to hear
was
called, "Dousurebaii?"
Many could translate it to 'What should I do?' but that doesn't do it
justice...no, it wouldn't.
Getting up from chair, I looked down on Tokyo. Smiling as a tear fell down
from cheek, I nodded to myself. "Yeah, love's a bitch all right."
"What's the Seguchi motto again," I sarcastically said to myself. "Oh yes.
You either know, or know more. There is no uncertainty. It is not part of
your vocabulary."
I knew the true meaning of that sentence when I had stared at my first love
coming out of the library. I wanted to know everything about that person.
Everything because it was such a pure love...
...I cannot describe it. Until I fail at this description.
Then to find out later, she wasn't a 'she' at all...it was a boy.
"With You...
I know I will be a fool to do anything in a heartbeat...
To protect that smile on your face..."
These were my thoughts while I walked home after first meeting Yuki.
At 15, upon meeting him, I for the first time, didn't care if I sobbed
aloud.
Without discretion, without rhyme or reason, I cried.
Thereafter finding out that it was the brother of my current wife, the more
I
saw him the more it tortured me. It was then that I knew my feelings were
beyond need and want. They were much, much deeper than the blood running
inside my veins. It would be a scar that invisibly bled and would grow with
time elapsing...
---
Author's note: Touma...what a cool guy...
I just wanted to find some type of 'circle' overlapping Touma's feelings...
I know that sounds odd, but just nod your head and smile. I'm just being
weird as usual.