Disclaimer: Gravitation is held by Murakami-sensei.
Infatuation
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 4 - Silent.
As Tatsuha and I found ourselves in a local cafe, he took off his jacket as I took off mine.
I looked out the window at the clouds overhead. It wasn't so sunny anymore and I was depressed at that. Even the sun wouldn't shine. What have I got to say for that?
"Come back home, Shuichi." Tatsuha said as he leaned back on his chair with a serious tone.
"Did Yuki really say that?" I replied with a bit of hope, but trying to not make it look like I was really riding on that remark.
"No, but that's the gist."
I slumped back onto my side of the booth. "He can't even say it."
"He's not the type." Tatsuha said as he crossed his arms. "But isn't enough that he called me all the way in Kyoto to come here, tug on my shirt and clear his throat to say, 'Get Shuichi'?"
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what to say. This was a bit of progress, wasn't it?
But if I went back now, it would always be the same thing. We'd fight, we'd make up.
I was so sick of this.
Looking Tatsuha straight in the eye, I said, "No, not anymore."
I clenched my fists. I knew what this meant. This slight rebellion was an unsure thing...like Yuki's moods.
Shaking, I smiled wistfully as tears began to crowd my eyes. "That's not enough."
Looking up, before we had even gotten to order, I got up. "That's not enough..."
It was then that Tatsuha gave me this face...
A sad face...
I couldn't stand it...
I then found myself running away from him.
That's what it always came down to, ne? I always ran away. When it was from Yuki, it was to Hiro that I would go. And where would I go if I didn't want to go to Hiro? I would go home.
But I didn't want to go home.
Looking up to my apartment, I walked up the stairs and put in my key into the keyhole. Turning it, I just heard the clicking on the laptop.
Silence.
There was no 'hey, I missed you' or 'where did you go?' Nothing.
Just as I had expected from Yuki.
If it had been Hiro, it would have been a lecture and then a hug that said, 'You idiot! I'm glad you're all right! But you're still an idiot!'
Then, he would cry a little...like that time I got so mad that slipped and twisted my ankle in the rain to find Hiro had not slept for three days to look for me...
Passing by Yuki's office, I went straight into the bedroom and packed up.
He didn't even come to get me...
He got Tatsuha to get me...
Even until now, that face is bugging me...
I lifted up my bag with a sigh and passed by his office again. He didn't deserve a bye from me, but with my head bent, in a small whisper, I said, "Sayonara, Yuki."
Closing the door behind me, I waited there for a few seconds almost wanting him to burst through that door to catch me...
My eyes began to light up as I heard a doorknob turn...
...but it was just the neighbor...
I...I can't take this...
Running down the stairs and out the building, I began to cry harder with the pouring rain. Screaming inside my head, I repeated, "Stupid, Yuki!!!!!!!! You'll miss me! I know you will!!!!!!"
At that moment, I tripped and began to pick up my wet things with blurry eyes when someone had put their umbrella over me. When I looked up towards the streetlamp, there stood Tatsuha.
And he bent down to help me pick my stuff as he took my whole body with it.
"Put me down!" I shouted.
"You twisted your foot, Shuichi-san," he mumbled as he held me closer.
There I pouted but I blinked my eyes as my body began to react to the exhaustion of the day's events, I looked at Tatsuha and mumbled. "Arigatou."
He then, held me closer. "Don't worry about it."
You're very warm, Tatsuha...
Unlike Yuki...
very unlike Yuki...
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Author's note: Still trying to figure out what to do...
Infatuation
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 4 - Silent.
As Tatsuha and I found ourselves in a local cafe, he took off his jacket as I took off mine.
I looked out the window at the clouds overhead. It wasn't so sunny anymore and I was depressed at that. Even the sun wouldn't shine. What have I got to say for that?
"Come back home, Shuichi." Tatsuha said as he leaned back on his chair with a serious tone.
"Did Yuki really say that?" I replied with a bit of hope, but trying to not make it look like I was really riding on that remark.
"No, but that's the gist."
I slumped back onto my side of the booth. "He can't even say it."
"He's not the type." Tatsuha said as he crossed his arms. "But isn't enough that he called me all the way in Kyoto to come here, tug on my shirt and clear his throat to say, 'Get Shuichi'?"
My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know what to say. This was a bit of progress, wasn't it?
But if I went back now, it would always be the same thing. We'd fight, we'd make up.
I was so sick of this.
Looking Tatsuha straight in the eye, I said, "No, not anymore."
I clenched my fists. I knew what this meant. This slight rebellion was an unsure thing...like Yuki's moods.
Shaking, I smiled wistfully as tears began to crowd my eyes. "That's not enough."
Looking up, before we had even gotten to order, I got up. "That's not enough..."
It was then that Tatsuha gave me this face...
A sad face...
I couldn't stand it...
I then found myself running away from him.
That's what it always came down to, ne? I always ran away. When it was from Yuki, it was to Hiro that I would go. And where would I go if I didn't want to go to Hiro? I would go home.
But I didn't want to go home.
Looking up to my apartment, I walked up the stairs and put in my key into the keyhole. Turning it, I just heard the clicking on the laptop.
Silence.
There was no 'hey, I missed you' or 'where did you go?' Nothing.
Just as I had expected from Yuki.
If it had been Hiro, it would have been a lecture and then a hug that said, 'You idiot! I'm glad you're all right! But you're still an idiot!'
Then, he would cry a little...like that time I got so mad that slipped and twisted my ankle in the rain to find Hiro had not slept for three days to look for me...
Passing by Yuki's office, I went straight into the bedroom and packed up.
He didn't even come to get me...
He got Tatsuha to get me...
Even until now, that face is bugging me...
I lifted up my bag with a sigh and passed by his office again. He didn't deserve a bye from me, but with my head bent, in a small whisper, I said, "Sayonara, Yuki."
Closing the door behind me, I waited there for a few seconds almost wanting him to burst through that door to catch me...
My eyes began to light up as I heard a doorknob turn...
...but it was just the neighbor...
I...I can't take this...
Running down the stairs and out the building, I began to cry harder with the pouring rain. Screaming inside my head, I repeated, "Stupid, Yuki!!!!!!!! You'll miss me! I know you will!!!!!!"
At that moment, I tripped and began to pick up my wet things with blurry eyes when someone had put their umbrella over me. When I looked up towards the streetlamp, there stood Tatsuha.
And he bent down to help me pick my stuff as he took my whole body with it.
"Put me down!" I shouted.
"You twisted your foot, Shuichi-san," he mumbled as he held me closer.
There I pouted but I blinked my eyes as my body began to react to the exhaustion of the day's events, I looked at Tatsuha and mumbled. "Arigatou."
He then, held me closer. "Don't worry about it."
You're very warm, Tatsuha...
Unlike Yuki...
very unlike Yuki...
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Author's note: Still trying to figure out what to do...