1 Ephemeral Green
1.1 Chapter 5 : Kagerou Kanashi.
« Moshi Moshi? Naoe Nagi desu » the telekinetic teenager answered the ringing phone, taking his mind off the room he was currently remodelling. « Ah, McDohl-san! Konban wa! » he smiles at the phone. « Hai, hai… genki! You can't imagine all of what's happened to me lately! It's all so great! » he conitinues repairing the wall and floor, using his hand to hold the phone and his mind to do the rest. He often thought his powers were a curse, but now they're more like blessing. « ah… gomen, I can't go. I have too much to do right now. I'll have to show the place when I'm finished! And there are so many people I'd like you to meet! » he grins at the phone, letting his friend speak of his own happenings. « Hai, we'll have to see each other soon.. I should have finished most of it by tomorrow evening. How about we go to that cafe? Can't show you till it's totally done anyway! » he smirks. « Sugoi! I'll call you back tomorrow before dinner then, all right? Hai, ja matta ne! » he hangs up and puts the phone away, returning this his previous activities.
Hisoka let out a heavy sigh, burrying his face in one hand.
Just what pushed him to sit there and wait all day for someone to show up? No.. not just anyone, but rather a particular group of people. He knew he shouldn't be feeling these emotions.. but still, they were there. There was nothing he could do. Nothing but wait.
Darkness had come to swallow up the city, encase it in an opaque black that only the moon could pierce. « Better head home » the teenager muttered. He called it 'home' only because he hadn't found a more suitable expression. He still had to find a worse place than 'hell' for comparison point.
When he got home, things went from bad to worse.
His father wanted to see how good he has gotten with the katana. Maybe Hisoka would show him that.. and even more.
An hour afterwards, Hisoka had been sent to his room. He was glad it ended in a draw, having exhausted himself body and soul. He suceeded in predicting his father's movements, however it had him drained. To do this, he had to willingly remove his mental barriers, those he spent years to build. They still weren't that effective for blocking other people's emotions. Blocking the actual strike, however, was something his frail body wasn't suited for. He still tried and somehow managed… and so it ended.
« K'so » the teenager hissed, his whole sore body protesting as he sat on his bed. « Why do I have to learn how to use a katana..? No one uses them these days.. The old man's gotta catch up with this era » he sighed. As he closed his heavy eyelids, fighting sleep as much as he could even as he knew he would ultimately lose his battle against exhaustion Flashes of faces, light music comes to himas he drifts into sleep. « Why… now? » he murmurs, using the last of his strength to drag the covers up to his chin. « ..why.. them? »
One hand slid out, ending up dangling on the side of the bed, the youth's fingerstips brushing against the violin's polished red wood.
During the day, Nagi completed the repaint and ordered all of the appliances and furniture the four of them might need. He only guessed as to what the fifth member might like. Somehow, he wondered why he refused to stay with them the last –and first- time they saw each other. « Did he get that dream, too? » he wondered aloud, thinking back on the screams, the music…
Glancing at his watch, he immediately picked up his phone and punched a number in. He got an answer after the first ring, so it was nice.
However, it wasn't the voice he was awaiting. « Gremio-san..? Ah, konban wa, is McDohl-san here? » he paused and frowned. « …Nani…? I,M not sure I heard well… can you speak louder? »
He wished he hadn't asked as he hung up and let the phone drop to the floor, slumping to his knees after it. He wished he wasn't alone in this house that reeked of fresh paint…. He wished he could go back in time 24 hours.
No noise could be heard. Nothing… aside from painful, heart-wrenching sobs.
The new day found him still on the floor, his cell phone lying just where it fell hours ago. When he woke up, he was grateful for the pouring rain outside. He left everything, locked the house up and let his feet take him somewhere… anywhere. The rain was freezing him, soaking him to the bone, to the core of his heart. It didn't matter. It reminded him that he was alive.
He rose his head to look at where he was now and realized he was sitting on a bench in the park. The rising sun chased the rain away, a few hours necessary to dry up the teenager that was lying still where he sat. He was only dry. He couldn't be warmed, and the sun was powerless in drying the invisible tears he shed.
Hisoka woke up, losing his battle to gain more rest and obliged to get up to face another long day. The sun was already up in the sky, and as he glanced at his alarm clock, he saw it was past 7am already. He hated waking up after his parents. He decided to snatch his violin case, probably instictively, and use the window to get outside. He bore absolutely no desire to see his parents and promised himself to return after 2am the next day. He would be sure not to meet any of them when returning.
Stopping by a street vendor, he bought himself some miso soup and sipped on it while making his way to the park., where he usually ended up these days.
For the first time in some days, he was pleasantly surprised to see someone sitting at the spot he occupied yesterday while he fruitlessly waited for someone to pass by. Not just anyone… However, pleasantness was lost as he approached, almost forgetting to gulp down his mouthful of soup. It fell… bad. No, terrible. Was it the teen sitting there that was emanating such feelings? He recognized him then. It was the one that was playing the keyboard the other day! …why was he so excited about it? ..and why was the other young boy so down?
Nagi took a long time to notice someone was nearby. As soon as he did, he forced himself to look normal… then as he saw exactly who it was, he forced a nicer facade up. « Ohayo » he breathed out, not suceeding in making a louder sound.
Strange, Hisoka thought. The sinking feeling went away as soon as the other one saw him. He could even feel… a small bit of warmth. He never felt that. Not for himself anyway. However, this other teenager didn't seem well despite trying a mask. The mask was not fitting. He was unsure about the greeting. He was never greeted… Not with nice words like that anyway. So he had no choice but to retort « Ohayo » as well. The weak voice told him that the other boy might not have gotten much sleep, and his physical posture testified it.
What struck Hisoka, however, was when he looked into the midnight-blue orbs.
There was an infinite sadness hidden there, invisible to everyone but him. Why did this boy chose to hide it from the world? It was the first time that he was actually interested in learning about someone.
« Is this the only thing you've eaten this morning? » Nagi asks, blinking at the styrofoam bowl of soup.
« Nani…? » Hisoka blinked, taken out of his reverie by the deep, too-deep voice. He wondered how long he had been staring at those eyes. « Ah… well I can't afford much else » he shrugs, answering the question. « I don't need to eat a lot anyway » in fact he was starving, but that was his corncern and no one else's. He didn't want anyone caring.
« Masaka! » the telekinetic got up from the bench. « No money? Hey, I have an idea! » the teen smiled at Hisoka. « Come with me and I can treat you! I have to eat anyway.. and there are some things I want to talk about »
The sadness, the empath observed, was still there, but the other was obviously pushing it back and not letting it hinder him. Strange.. It was also very obvious that he did care…. It was the first time anyone was offering to buy him anything. Should he refuse? Seems he wanted to talk too. Half of himself wanted to refuse, the other half was dying to accept. He was… kind. « What's your name? » he asked, suddenly having the overwhelming desire to know.
« Naoe Nagi » he introduced himself with a genuine smile.
Hisoka could feel how much pride was there. Naoe Nagi. Caring, Kind, Warm… h wondered how many other qulities he posessed. He almost forgot to return the politeness. « Kurosaki Hisoka » he didn't care a lot about his own name.. and the tone did carry that out even if he tried not to.
Nagi observed him for some small time. He was interesting… but something lacked.
…a smile. That's what struck him. That teen, Hisoka.. he didn't look happy. Nagi was determined to make him smile, one day. « Yoroshiku, Kurosaki-san » he bowed.
« Just call me Hisoka. » he didn't need any title or flattery attached.
« Ah.. gomen nasai. You can call me Nagi then. Naoe-san sounds… old » he grimaced. « Shall we go? » he asked, glad to be smiling, to be given something to do to forget the crushing sadness.
Hisoka nodded, shifting his grip on his violin case's handle. He might just be more interested in what Nagi had to tell him then the food. However, his stomach had the opposite opinion….
1.1 Chapter 5 : Kagerou Kanashi.
« Moshi Moshi? Naoe Nagi desu » the telekinetic teenager answered the ringing phone, taking his mind off the room he was currently remodelling. « Ah, McDohl-san! Konban wa! » he smiles at the phone. « Hai, hai… genki! You can't imagine all of what's happened to me lately! It's all so great! » he conitinues repairing the wall and floor, using his hand to hold the phone and his mind to do the rest. He often thought his powers were a curse, but now they're more like blessing. « ah… gomen, I can't go. I have too much to do right now. I'll have to show the place when I'm finished! And there are so many people I'd like you to meet! » he grins at the phone, letting his friend speak of his own happenings. « Hai, we'll have to see each other soon.. I should have finished most of it by tomorrow evening. How about we go to that cafe? Can't show you till it's totally done anyway! » he smirks. « Sugoi! I'll call you back tomorrow before dinner then, all right? Hai, ja matta ne! » he hangs up and puts the phone away, returning this his previous activities.
Hisoka let out a heavy sigh, burrying his face in one hand.
Just what pushed him to sit there and wait all day for someone to show up? No.. not just anyone, but rather a particular group of people. He knew he shouldn't be feeling these emotions.. but still, they were there. There was nothing he could do. Nothing but wait.
Darkness had come to swallow up the city, encase it in an opaque black that only the moon could pierce. « Better head home » the teenager muttered. He called it 'home' only because he hadn't found a more suitable expression. He still had to find a worse place than 'hell' for comparison point.
When he got home, things went from bad to worse.
His father wanted to see how good he has gotten with the katana. Maybe Hisoka would show him that.. and even more.
An hour afterwards, Hisoka had been sent to his room. He was glad it ended in a draw, having exhausted himself body and soul. He suceeded in predicting his father's movements, however it had him drained. To do this, he had to willingly remove his mental barriers, those he spent years to build. They still weren't that effective for blocking other people's emotions. Blocking the actual strike, however, was something his frail body wasn't suited for. He still tried and somehow managed… and so it ended.
« K'so » the teenager hissed, his whole sore body protesting as he sat on his bed. « Why do I have to learn how to use a katana..? No one uses them these days.. The old man's gotta catch up with this era » he sighed. As he closed his heavy eyelids, fighting sleep as much as he could even as he knew he would ultimately lose his battle against exhaustion Flashes of faces, light music comes to himas he drifts into sleep. « Why… now? » he murmurs, using the last of his strength to drag the covers up to his chin. « ..why.. them? »
One hand slid out, ending up dangling on the side of the bed, the youth's fingerstips brushing against the violin's polished red wood.
During the day, Nagi completed the repaint and ordered all of the appliances and furniture the four of them might need. He only guessed as to what the fifth member might like. Somehow, he wondered why he refused to stay with them the last –and first- time they saw each other. « Did he get that dream, too? » he wondered aloud, thinking back on the screams, the music…
Glancing at his watch, he immediately picked up his phone and punched a number in. He got an answer after the first ring, so it was nice.
However, it wasn't the voice he was awaiting. « Gremio-san..? Ah, konban wa, is McDohl-san here? » he paused and frowned. « …Nani…? I,M not sure I heard well… can you speak louder? »
He wished he hadn't asked as he hung up and let the phone drop to the floor, slumping to his knees after it. He wished he wasn't alone in this house that reeked of fresh paint…. He wished he could go back in time 24 hours.
No noise could be heard. Nothing… aside from painful, heart-wrenching sobs.
The new day found him still on the floor, his cell phone lying just where it fell hours ago. When he woke up, he was grateful for the pouring rain outside. He left everything, locked the house up and let his feet take him somewhere… anywhere. The rain was freezing him, soaking him to the bone, to the core of his heart. It didn't matter. It reminded him that he was alive.
He rose his head to look at where he was now and realized he was sitting on a bench in the park. The rising sun chased the rain away, a few hours necessary to dry up the teenager that was lying still where he sat. He was only dry. He couldn't be warmed, and the sun was powerless in drying the invisible tears he shed.
Hisoka woke up, losing his battle to gain more rest and obliged to get up to face another long day. The sun was already up in the sky, and as he glanced at his alarm clock, he saw it was past 7am already. He hated waking up after his parents. He decided to snatch his violin case, probably instictively, and use the window to get outside. He bore absolutely no desire to see his parents and promised himself to return after 2am the next day. He would be sure not to meet any of them when returning.
Stopping by a street vendor, he bought himself some miso soup and sipped on it while making his way to the park., where he usually ended up these days.
For the first time in some days, he was pleasantly surprised to see someone sitting at the spot he occupied yesterday while he fruitlessly waited for someone to pass by. Not just anyone… However, pleasantness was lost as he approached, almost forgetting to gulp down his mouthful of soup. It fell… bad. No, terrible. Was it the teen sitting there that was emanating such feelings? He recognized him then. It was the one that was playing the keyboard the other day! …why was he so excited about it? ..and why was the other young boy so down?
Nagi took a long time to notice someone was nearby. As soon as he did, he forced himself to look normal… then as he saw exactly who it was, he forced a nicer facade up. « Ohayo » he breathed out, not suceeding in making a louder sound.
Strange, Hisoka thought. The sinking feeling went away as soon as the other one saw him. He could even feel… a small bit of warmth. He never felt that. Not for himself anyway. However, this other teenager didn't seem well despite trying a mask. The mask was not fitting. He was unsure about the greeting. He was never greeted… Not with nice words like that anyway. So he had no choice but to retort « Ohayo » as well. The weak voice told him that the other boy might not have gotten much sleep, and his physical posture testified it.
What struck Hisoka, however, was when he looked into the midnight-blue orbs.
There was an infinite sadness hidden there, invisible to everyone but him. Why did this boy chose to hide it from the world? It was the first time that he was actually interested in learning about someone.
« Is this the only thing you've eaten this morning? » Nagi asks, blinking at the styrofoam bowl of soup.
« Nani…? » Hisoka blinked, taken out of his reverie by the deep, too-deep voice. He wondered how long he had been staring at those eyes. « Ah… well I can't afford much else » he shrugs, answering the question. « I don't need to eat a lot anyway » in fact he was starving, but that was his corncern and no one else's. He didn't want anyone caring.
« Masaka! » the telekinetic got up from the bench. « No money? Hey, I have an idea! » the teen smiled at Hisoka. « Come with me and I can treat you! I have to eat anyway.. and there are some things I want to talk about »
The sadness, the empath observed, was still there, but the other was obviously pushing it back and not letting it hinder him. Strange.. It was also very obvious that he did care…. It was the first time anyone was offering to buy him anything. Should he refuse? Seems he wanted to talk too. Half of himself wanted to refuse, the other half was dying to accept. He was… kind. « What's your name? » he asked, suddenly having the overwhelming desire to know.
« Naoe Nagi » he introduced himself with a genuine smile.
Hisoka could feel how much pride was there. Naoe Nagi. Caring, Kind, Warm… h wondered how many other qulities he posessed. He almost forgot to return the politeness. « Kurosaki Hisoka » he didn't care a lot about his own name.. and the tone did carry that out even if he tried not to.
Nagi observed him for some small time. He was interesting… but something lacked.
…a smile. That's what struck him. That teen, Hisoka.. he didn't look happy. Nagi was determined to make him smile, one day. « Yoroshiku, Kurosaki-san » he bowed.
« Just call me Hisoka. » he didn't need any title or flattery attached.
« Ah.. gomen nasai. You can call me Nagi then. Naoe-san sounds… old » he grimaced. « Shall we go? » he asked, glad to be smiling, to be given something to do to forget the crushing sadness.
Hisoka nodded, shifting his grip on his violin case's handle. He might just be more interested in what Nagi had to tell him then the food. However, his stomach had the opposite opinion….