AN: Someone actually liked this? YAY!!! First off, I wanna thank Kaede for actually putting me on her favourites!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!! You made my day!! Can someone notice my self-esteem problems popping up again...? Anyway, thanks for all the reviews!! They keep me alive so you can get your fic ^_^ My updates may be a bit slow cuz I'm living with a non-yaoi person so I can only write occasionally, but I'll do my best...
BTW this fic seems to have accumulated a bad karma... Wrappedinplastiq told in the reviews that someone's already used the idea of continuing eachother's stories and I've never even seen that fic... Another example is that I was originally gonna name this Once upon a Dream and then just the day before I posted the first chapter someone published a fic with the same title *sob* Just tell me if I rant too much on ANs.... BTW feel free to rant as much as you want in the reviews, I love reading them!!!
Double Reflections
Chapter 2
Genrou almost growled in disgust. Was someone really living in such a warped-up little reality? Sure, killing someone was pretty bad but it wasn't worth wasting your whole life mourning them. It was time to shake up the Merry Angst Wonderland a bit.
" 'Ya really think just jumpin' in to the river'll solve something? And here I've always been thinking you were the clever guy...'
Chichiri lifted his face to meat the younger man's gaze. 'You do not understand, Tasuki-kun. I only bring pain to those around me.'
'Quit the melodramatics! There ain't many more efficient ways of causing pain to the folks around ya than committing a suicide!'
'But surely everyone would be better off without me. And besides, do you think someone would really care?'
Tasuki was amazed at the fact that someone could actually say such things with a straight face. It was time someone told Chichiri a few well-chosen facts of life. 'Well, maybe they'd care if they knew something was wrong! I mean, how the hell d'ya expect someone to be able to pick up your mood if ya're keeping that fuckin' mask on all the time?!? If ya'd just let even one person pass through those damned barriers of yours, ya'd maybe notice that someone actually cares!' "
There. That should do it. Suddenly Genrou heard Kouji calling him from the corridor and almost spilled his coke all over the keyboard while trying to switch to his history essay faster than a shoujo manga heroine eating choclate and manage to look like he'd been typing it all along.
"Whazzup, buddy?" the blue haired boy greeted Genrou cheerily. "Ya look kinda flustered..."
"Naw, it's nothin'... This history essay's just killin' me..." Genrou desperately hoped he sounded off-handed enough not to arouse any suspicions.
"Well, ya better do it man, or ya're gonna fail the whole class. And ya really can't afford that."
"Ya really didn't have ta tell me that..." Genrou rolled his notes into a ball and threw them at Kouji, who almost got his foot stuck in the waste paper basket while trying to dodge.
"Now what did I deserve that for?!?"
"The doctrine of the story: never, ever mess with a red-head who has problems in history. C'mon, man! Let's go grap something to eat!"
The two boys headed towards the cafeteria, Kouji's loud complaints echoing in the hall-way.
***
Now this was unexpected. Houjun had been almost certain there would be no answer at all, and even if there was, he'd been sure it would either be a bad pun or some half-hearted commiserating.
But this. Like he was being scolded. Well, maybe he did deserve it... He had always had the tendency to get a bit too angsty from time to time, but lately there hadn't been much else to his life. At least the pain made him feel something... Even that was better than being all empty on the inside while trying to keep the happy act up. Houjun knew it wouldn't be very healthy continuing that line of thought so he started writing instead.
" 'It's not that I want to keep everyone out. It's just that... if I let someone in, let someone see all sides of me, what if they don't like it? First being so exposed and then being left would just make me too vulnerable.'
'What gives ya the picture that someone'd dump you just cuz they knew how ya really are?' The bandit was now frowning, apparently getting frustrated with the other man rolling in self-pity.
'But certainly if people knew what hideous deeds I've done in my time they would definetely want nothing to do with me.'
'Chiri. If people really care about each other, they won't turn ya down just because you've done somethin' that's not generally accepted. If someone's really done something like that to you, ya should just tell 'em go screw themselves.'
'I guess you are right, Tasuki-kun, no da. It's just that I -' "
Houjun typed down a few more sentences, erased them and wrote the same phrases again.
It just didn't work. All he did was repeat the same thoughts over and over again, sounding like a complete idiot. He actually knew perfectly well what he should write, but he didn't want to admit the answer even to himself, not to mention some almost complete stranger.
But then again, what did he have to lose?
Slowly Houjun started typing again, all the time feeling like he was just about to jump from somewhere far too high for his taste.
" Chichiri took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for an impact.
'Maybe... Maybe I'm just afraid.' "
AN: How was it? Crappy, ne? Just give me any kind of feed-back, even flame me if you feel like it... I know it's proceeding kinda slowly but I'm doing my best to keep them in character and Chichiri really is not someone who can start opening himself up just that easily... But we already took one huge step forward in this chapter!!! *_*
BTW this fic seems to have accumulated a bad karma... Wrappedinplastiq told in the reviews that someone's already used the idea of continuing eachother's stories and I've never even seen that fic... Another example is that I was originally gonna name this Once upon a Dream and then just the day before I posted the first chapter someone published a fic with the same title *sob* Just tell me if I rant too much on ANs.... BTW feel free to rant as much as you want in the reviews, I love reading them!!!
Double Reflections
Chapter 2
Genrou almost growled in disgust. Was someone really living in such a warped-up little reality? Sure, killing someone was pretty bad but it wasn't worth wasting your whole life mourning them. It was time to shake up the Merry Angst Wonderland a bit.
" 'Ya really think just jumpin' in to the river'll solve something? And here I've always been thinking you were the clever guy...'
Chichiri lifted his face to meat the younger man's gaze. 'You do not understand, Tasuki-kun. I only bring pain to those around me.'
'Quit the melodramatics! There ain't many more efficient ways of causing pain to the folks around ya than committing a suicide!'
'But surely everyone would be better off without me. And besides, do you think someone would really care?'
Tasuki was amazed at the fact that someone could actually say such things with a straight face. It was time someone told Chichiri a few well-chosen facts of life. 'Well, maybe they'd care if they knew something was wrong! I mean, how the hell d'ya expect someone to be able to pick up your mood if ya're keeping that fuckin' mask on all the time?!? If ya'd just let even one person pass through those damned barriers of yours, ya'd maybe notice that someone actually cares!' "
There. That should do it. Suddenly Genrou heard Kouji calling him from the corridor and almost spilled his coke all over the keyboard while trying to switch to his history essay faster than a shoujo manga heroine eating choclate and manage to look like he'd been typing it all along.
"Whazzup, buddy?" the blue haired boy greeted Genrou cheerily. "Ya look kinda flustered..."
"Naw, it's nothin'... This history essay's just killin' me..." Genrou desperately hoped he sounded off-handed enough not to arouse any suspicions.
"Well, ya better do it man, or ya're gonna fail the whole class. And ya really can't afford that."
"Ya really didn't have ta tell me that..." Genrou rolled his notes into a ball and threw them at Kouji, who almost got his foot stuck in the waste paper basket while trying to dodge.
"Now what did I deserve that for?!?"
"The doctrine of the story: never, ever mess with a red-head who has problems in history. C'mon, man! Let's go grap something to eat!"
The two boys headed towards the cafeteria, Kouji's loud complaints echoing in the hall-way.
***
Now this was unexpected. Houjun had been almost certain there would be no answer at all, and even if there was, he'd been sure it would either be a bad pun or some half-hearted commiserating.
But this. Like he was being scolded. Well, maybe he did deserve it... He had always had the tendency to get a bit too angsty from time to time, but lately there hadn't been much else to his life. At least the pain made him feel something... Even that was better than being all empty on the inside while trying to keep the happy act up. Houjun knew it wouldn't be very healthy continuing that line of thought so he started writing instead.
" 'It's not that I want to keep everyone out. It's just that... if I let someone in, let someone see all sides of me, what if they don't like it? First being so exposed and then being left would just make me too vulnerable.'
'What gives ya the picture that someone'd dump you just cuz they knew how ya really are?' The bandit was now frowning, apparently getting frustrated with the other man rolling in self-pity.
'But certainly if people knew what hideous deeds I've done in my time they would definetely want nothing to do with me.'
'Chiri. If people really care about each other, they won't turn ya down just because you've done somethin' that's not generally accepted. If someone's really done something like that to you, ya should just tell 'em go screw themselves.'
'I guess you are right, Tasuki-kun, no da. It's just that I -' "
Houjun typed down a few more sentences, erased them and wrote the same phrases again.
It just didn't work. All he did was repeat the same thoughts over and over again, sounding like a complete idiot. He actually knew perfectly well what he should write, but he didn't want to admit the answer even to himself, not to mention some almost complete stranger.
But then again, what did he have to lose?
Slowly Houjun started typing again, all the time feeling like he was just about to jump from somewhere far too high for his taste.
" Chichiri took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for an impact.
'Maybe... Maybe I'm just afraid.' "
AN: How was it? Crappy, ne? Just give me any kind of feed-back, even flame me if you feel like it... I know it's proceeding kinda slowly but I'm doing my best to keep them in character and Chichiri really is not someone who can start opening himself up just that easily... But we already took one huge step forward in this chapter!!! *_*