AN: I miss Krissie... I haven't had a chance to write a decent letter for her in almost a week... Krissie, I just want you to know I'm thinking about you all the time I write this... and any other time, too, actually... I love you......
There's probably even more typos in this chapter than usual cuz I didn't have time to read it therough after I finished it....
Double Reflections
Chapter 5
Genrou stared at Houjun's entry. Somehow it struck him as one of the most heart-breaking things he'd ever seen. That guy who always seemed like he cared about nothing but his studies writing something so sensitive and, most of all, so helpless. In class Houjun was always in control, he knew everything and always had a clever answer if someone said anything to him.
" Tasuki cradled Chichiri on his arms, speaking softly.
'It's okay. Cry all ya want. If ya feel like talkin' ya can tell me what's wrong and if you don't, well, ya can just sit there 'til ya start feeling better. Ya know I won't leave you.' "
This took even Genrou by surprise. Suddenly he realised he really wouldn't leave Houjun if there was anything he could do about it. Of course he wanted to help Houjun out but there was also more to it. He didn't feel like a complete person unless he was writing to Houjun. When he was fooling around with the other guys he always had to keep this certain act up, play it cool and do everything in a Genrou-way. With Houjun he felt more...balanced? He guessed that was the word. When he was writing, Genrou could be competely himself, he didn't have to be anything more than he really was. It just felt so okay...
With a mad grin on his face Genrou continued:
" 'Ya know, ya don't always have ta be so strong. It's okay to sit down and have a good cry in someone's lap from time to time. Ya're just takin' everything so seriously. Of course it's a good thing to have a strong sense of responsibility, but sometimes you're takin' it a bit too far.' "
***
" Chichiri lifted his face to meet the other man's eyes. His face was still wet from the tears but he had stopped crying.
'You are the first person ever who thinks that way. Everyone else just takes me for granted, for them it is so natural me doing all their work for them that they don't even usually notice it. It is not that I don't like helping others but from time to time I need some time for myself. And not just that, I need someone who helps and supports me.' "
There. Now it was said. Houjun felt relieved. For the first time in his life he had been able to admit that he wasn't perfect either, that he also had his moments of weakness. But he really couldn't show any kind of weak spot to anybody in the real world. They would immediately take advantage of the situation and make most of it whereas Tasuki seemed so trustworthy. Houjun knew Tasuki would comfort him and be there for him. Never before had anyone seemed so genuinely concerned with his well-being.
Suddenly Houjun's reverie was crudely interrupted by some students rushing to the dorm. Houjun closed the story before they could get close enough to read and started gathering his school books. Seeing his history book gave him a nasty reminder of the reality. He would have his first meeting with Genrou in a few hours and he was beginning to feel very nervous. He would have so much more wanted to stay in the dorm writing than spend his evening listening to some flunk-out cursing at him. Tasuki was the only person in the world who cared for him so why did he have to end up spending the evening with Genrou instead?
***
"What the fuck are ya doin' jumpin' up and down like that, man?"
Genrou had been pacing around the room, sitting down only to get up again. Tonight he would meet Houjun for the first time in real life and he didn't have the slightest clue as for what to say or how to act. Was Kouji really so thick he didn't get it? Of course he didn't know about Houjun at all but that still wasn't any excuse for abandoning a troubled friend...
"Nawh, it's nothin' big really, I'm just kinda touchy cuz, ya know, I've got my first history lesson today with that creep and I'll have to behave myself if I want to pass the class and if I don't pass I'll be thrown out of school and then I won't be in the same school with ya guys anymore and then I won't be able to enjoy of your incredibly intellectual company any longer." Now that rant definitely showed just how nervous he was.
Kouji put out his tongue at Genrou. "That's whatcha get for bein' a flunk-out."
"That's a bit rich comin' from yar mouth..."
"Hey, Gen, ya better get goin' unless ya want to anger yar new teacher by being late from yar first lesson ever. Remember ta treat him real nice!!!" Kouji added with a smirk which gave the words the exactly opposite meaning.
"Yeah, I will." Genrou was pretty sure Kouji would have faced a very sudden death caused by a heart-attack if he had know that Genrou actually meant every word he said.
***
Houjun was standing at the class-room door. He was pretty sure the red-head would be there already in case he was going to arrive at all. Then again, considering it was Genrou, he probably wouldn't bother dragging himself there just for a history lesson or then he had prepared a nice, warm welcome like throwing tomatoes at the new teacher... Well, no point in just standing there in the corridor. What ever it was, he would just have to face it and try to keep his composure.
Houjun put his hand on the door-handle.
AN: A cliff-hanger!!!! Buahhahhahhaa!!!!! ::manical laughter echoes through fanfiction.net:: There's no way you can come and butcher me as I just happen to live in a different continent than most of you people!!!! Maybe I should just leave the story here for a couple of months... ::evil smirk:: Maybe if I got enough reviews I just might post the next chapter the day after tomorrow... ::hint hint:: *coughreviewcough*
There's probably even more typos in this chapter than usual cuz I didn't have time to read it therough after I finished it....
Double Reflections
Chapter 5
Genrou stared at Houjun's entry. Somehow it struck him as one of the most heart-breaking things he'd ever seen. That guy who always seemed like he cared about nothing but his studies writing something so sensitive and, most of all, so helpless. In class Houjun was always in control, he knew everything and always had a clever answer if someone said anything to him.
" Tasuki cradled Chichiri on his arms, speaking softly.
'It's okay. Cry all ya want. If ya feel like talkin' ya can tell me what's wrong and if you don't, well, ya can just sit there 'til ya start feeling better. Ya know I won't leave you.' "
This took even Genrou by surprise. Suddenly he realised he really wouldn't leave Houjun if there was anything he could do about it. Of course he wanted to help Houjun out but there was also more to it. He didn't feel like a complete person unless he was writing to Houjun. When he was fooling around with the other guys he always had to keep this certain act up, play it cool and do everything in a Genrou-way. With Houjun he felt more...balanced? He guessed that was the word. When he was writing, Genrou could be competely himself, he didn't have to be anything more than he really was. It just felt so okay...
With a mad grin on his face Genrou continued:
" 'Ya know, ya don't always have ta be so strong. It's okay to sit down and have a good cry in someone's lap from time to time. Ya're just takin' everything so seriously. Of course it's a good thing to have a strong sense of responsibility, but sometimes you're takin' it a bit too far.' "
***
" Chichiri lifted his face to meet the other man's eyes. His face was still wet from the tears but he had stopped crying.
'You are the first person ever who thinks that way. Everyone else just takes me for granted, for them it is so natural me doing all their work for them that they don't even usually notice it. It is not that I don't like helping others but from time to time I need some time for myself. And not just that, I need someone who helps and supports me.' "
There. Now it was said. Houjun felt relieved. For the first time in his life he had been able to admit that he wasn't perfect either, that he also had his moments of weakness. But he really couldn't show any kind of weak spot to anybody in the real world. They would immediately take advantage of the situation and make most of it whereas Tasuki seemed so trustworthy. Houjun knew Tasuki would comfort him and be there for him. Never before had anyone seemed so genuinely concerned with his well-being.
Suddenly Houjun's reverie was crudely interrupted by some students rushing to the dorm. Houjun closed the story before they could get close enough to read and started gathering his school books. Seeing his history book gave him a nasty reminder of the reality. He would have his first meeting with Genrou in a few hours and he was beginning to feel very nervous. He would have so much more wanted to stay in the dorm writing than spend his evening listening to some flunk-out cursing at him. Tasuki was the only person in the world who cared for him so why did he have to end up spending the evening with Genrou instead?
***
"What the fuck are ya doin' jumpin' up and down like that, man?"
Genrou had been pacing around the room, sitting down only to get up again. Tonight he would meet Houjun for the first time in real life and he didn't have the slightest clue as for what to say or how to act. Was Kouji really so thick he didn't get it? Of course he didn't know about Houjun at all but that still wasn't any excuse for abandoning a troubled friend...
"Nawh, it's nothin' big really, I'm just kinda touchy cuz, ya know, I've got my first history lesson today with that creep and I'll have to behave myself if I want to pass the class and if I don't pass I'll be thrown out of school and then I won't be in the same school with ya guys anymore and then I won't be able to enjoy of your incredibly intellectual company any longer." Now that rant definitely showed just how nervous he was.
Kouji put out his tongue at Genrou. "That's whatcha get for bein' a flunk-out."
"That's a bit rich comin' from yar mouth..."
"Hey, Gen, ya better get goin' unless ya want to anger yar new teacher by being late from yar first lesson ever. Remember ta treat him real nice!!!" Kouji added with a smirk which gave the words the exactly opposite meaning.
"Yeah, I will." Genrou was pretty sure Kouji would have faced a very sudden death caused by a heart-attack if he had know that Genrou actually meant every word he said.
***
Houjun was standing at the class-room door. He was pretty sure the red-head would be there already in case he was going to arrive at all. Then again, considering it was Genrou, he probably wouldn't bother dragging himself there just for a history lesson or then he had prepared a nice, warm welcome like throwing tomatoes at the new teacher... Well, no point in just standing there in the corridor. What ever it was, he would just have to face it and try to keep his composure.
Houjun put his hand on the door-handle.
AN: A cliff-hanger!!!! Buahhahhahhaa!!!!! ::manical laughter echoes through fanfiction.net:: There's no way you can come and butcher me as I just happen to live in a different continent than most of you people!!!! Maybe I should just leave the story here for a couple of months... ::evil smirk:: Maybe if I got enough reviews I just might post the next chapter the day after tomorrow... ::hint hint:: *coughreviewcough*