Disclaimer: Gravitation isn't mine. It's Maki Murakami-sensei's.
Please note: I made a mistake in the last fanfic. Someone graciously ^_^ pointed out to me that I didn't put the detail of when Tatsuha's hands were untied. It was supposed to be before Makoto asks if he should put the radio in. Thanks for understanding. Yui is still not very good with details and is still learning. ^^;;;
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
By Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 17 - Uso da. (The lie.)
I continued to look out the window. But as the scenes became more and more familiar as the minutes passed, I became even more anxious than ever. I didn't know what to expect from this at all.
In all my reveries, I had thought that if I ever got to even just meet Ryuichi again after I had seen him only in a towel, I would runaway with him.
I smiled to myself at the childishness I had wrapped myself in.
Runaway, Tatsuha?
That's very funny.
And even furthermore, I thought about the times if we did stay in Japan, what would happen? Even my fantasies and all my plots couldn't help me there. I was always stuck after thinking, "What would my father do without me?"
But two years ago, I did reach Ryuichi. I was able to touch him though I had thought that a nagareboshi wasn't able to be touched. Also, in the process of being able to touch him, I had been burned.
We both changed each other when I ran to catch his waist so that he wouldn't fall off the railing. I thought that I done the right thing, but said the wrong thing.
I almost regretted saying something so honest of an answer.
And yet, I found out, my honesty was one of the characteristics that Ryuichi had learned to love about me in the first place…
So, no matter what I planned inside of my head, everything became blank to me.
In my mind, only one thing remained in silence whenever I had looked at my decorated room. As I watched the continuous videos that I could just replay vividly in my mind by then, I knew that no matter what I would do, the result would always be the same:
I loved Ryuichi.
No matter how far away he seemed to be from me…
No matter how far I wanted to push him away from me, we were linked in some way…
Whether that was something good or bad, I didn't know. It was something already in my blood and kept me going.
When I got depressed, I listened to his darker songs. When I felt happy, I listened to the lighter ones. When I was confused, there were those in between songs that were bittersweet: happy nor sad, and yet being both at the same time.
"We're here," Makoto had said as he turned into our driveway.
Makoto…
I've known you since I was little and I'm even closer to you than to Minoru.
We were only ten years apart, and yet we were good friends throughout my life. He was my bodyguard when I was young. He took care of me just as well as Yuki aniki.
So, I couldn't be mad at him for bringing me here. If it had been anyone else, I would have not been so cooperative.
Still, the fact remained that like before, he was returning me home.
A home I had disowned…
As I got out of the car, Makoto stood in back of me to watch my every move as I walked towards the room of my father.
When I opened the door, my father was sitting up. "Tatsuha…"
I stayed dormant at the threshold of his bedroom. I didn't say anything. I was too mad, upset, and nervous to answer anything. I didn't want to disrespect him either. So, I kept my silence as my trump card at the moment.
"No matter what you do, Tatsuha," he coughed. "You cannot escape your future."
"I thought people were supposed to choose what they wanted. I chose what I wanted, Father," I replied. "I have no business being here anymore."
"Be quiet Tatsuha. Listen to me!" he coughed again as he grabbed his chest. One of the attendants came to his aid, and my father began to turn his whole body towards my direction.
"We're leaving now," he announced.
I looked from side. "What are you talking about?"
"You're not going to throw your future away because of some idol you're infatuated with." His eyes hardened as they pierced through the heart of me.
INFATUATION?!?!
I looked back at him with even more irritation in my eyes.
He continued, "He'll leave you someday, Tatsuha. You've got to understand that. That's how they are. You're just a toy."
"Ryuichi would never do that to me!" I shouted as Makoto held my arm as I began to shake violently in fury.
"You'll thank me later, Tatsuha. I know what is best for you," he said with a sad smile.
"Bring me back to Ryuichi this instant!" I shouted as I realized that there would be no more talking to my father.
My father got up from his bed.
I struggled to break free as Makoto kept his grip on me with even more force. At that moment, I turned around and he punched me two times in the stomach.
I looked up to his blue eyes as he watched my hurt ones. I whispered as I fell, "You knew, Makoto. How…How could you lie to me?"
He looked away as he held his arms out for me.
Thud.
To be continued…
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Author's note: This is now a critical part in the story. I'm stuck. * sighs * I don't know whether to proceed with what I originally planned or to do another thing that seems also interesting. Well, whatever I do, I hope that I won't cause fangirls to be mad at me. * blinks *
Oh, and thanks for the ryu x tatsu plushies! They're giving me inspiration. ^_^
Please note: I made a mistake in the last fanfic. Someone graciously ^_^ pointed out to me that I didn't put the detail of when Tatsuha's hands were untied. It was supposed to be before Makoto asks if he should put the radio in. Thanks for understanding. Yui is still not very good with details and is still learning. ^^;;;
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
By Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 17 - Uso da. (The lie.)
I continued to look out the window. But as the scenes became more and more familiar as the minutes passed, I became even more anxious than ever. I didn't know what to expect from this at all.
In all my reveries, I had thought that if I ever got to even just meet Ryuichi again after I had seen him only in a towel, I would runaway with him.
I smiled to myself at the childishness I had wrapped myself in.
Runaway, Tatsuha?
That's very funny.
And even furthermore, I thought about the times if we did stay in Japan, what would happen? Even my fantasies and all my plots couldn't help me there. I was always stuck after thinking, "What would my father do without me?"
But two years ago, I did reach Ryuichi. I was able to touch him though I had thought that a nagareboshi wasn't able to be touched. Also, in the process of being able to touch him, I had been burned.
We both changed each other when I ran to catch his waist so that he wouldn't fall off the railing. I thought that I done the right thing, but said the wrong thing.
I almost regretted saying something so honest of an answer.
And yet, I found out, my honesty was one of the characteristics that Ryuichi had learned to love about me in the first place…
So, no matter what I planned inside of my head, everything became blank to me.
In my mind, only one thing remained in silence whenever I had looked at my decorated room. As I watched the continuous videos that I could just replay vividly in my mind by then, I knew that no matter what I would do, the result would always be the same:
I loved Ryuichi.
No matter how far away he seemed to be from me…
No matter how far I wanted to push him away from me, we were linked in some way…
Whether that was something good or bad, I didn't know. It was something already in my blood and kept me going.
When I got depressed, I listened to his darker songs. When I felt happy, I listened to the lighter ones. When I was confused, there were those in between songs that were bittersweet: happy nor sad, and yet being both at the same time.
"We're here," Makoto had said as he turned into our driveway.
Makoto…
I've known you since I was little and I'm even closer to you than to Minoru.
We were only ten years apart, and yet we were good friends throughout my life. He was my bodyguard when I was young. He took care of me just as well as Yuki aniki.
So, I couldn't be mad at him for bringing me here. If it had been anyone else, I would have not been so cooperative.
Still, the fact remained that like before, he was returning me home.
A home I had disowned…
As I got out of the car, Makoto stood in back of me to watch my every move as I walked towards the room of my father.
When I opened the door, my father was sitting up. "Tatsuha…"
I stayed dormant at the threshold of his bedroom. I didn't say anything. I was too mad, upset, and nervous to answer anything. I didn't want to disrespect him either. So, I kept my silence as my trump card at the moment.
"No matter what you do, Tatsuha," he coughed. "You cannot escape your future."
"I thought people were supposed to choose what they wanted. I chose what I wanted, Father," I replied. "I have no business being here anymore."
"Be quiet Tatsuha. Listen to me!" he coughed again as he grabbed his chest. One of the attendants came to his aid, and my father began to turn his whole body towards my direction.
"We're leaving now," he announced.
I looked from side. "What are you talking about?"
"You're not going to throw your future away because of some idol you're infatuated with." His eyes hardened as they pierced through the heart of me.
INFATUATION?!?!
I looked back at him with even more irritation in my eyes.
He continued, "He'll leave you someday, Tatsuha. You've got to understand that. That's how they are. You're just a toy."
"Ryuichi would never do that to me!" I shouted as Makoto held my arm as I began to shake violently in fury.
"You'll thank me later, Tatsuha. I know what is best for you," he said with a sad smile.
"Bring me back to Ryuichi this instant!" I shouted as I realized that there would be no more talking to my father.
My father got up from his bed.
I struggled to break free as Makoto kept his grip on me with even more force. At that moment, I turned around and he punched me two times in the stomach.
I looked up to his blue eyes as he watched my hurt ones. I whispered as I fell, "You knew, Makoto. How…How could you lie to me?"
He looked away as he held his arms out for me.
Thud.
To be continued…
--
Author's note: This is now a critical part in the story. I'm stuck. * sighs * I don't know whether to proceed with what I originally planned or to do another thing that seems also interesting. Well, whatever I do, I hope that I won't cause fangirls to be mad at me. * blinks *
Oh, and thanks for the ryu x tatsu plushies! They're giving me inspiration. ^_^