Chapter 19 –
Disclaimer: Gravitation is by Maki Murakami-sensei.
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 19 – Drunk on sorrow.
I held onto the phone as if I wanted to choke it with my two hands. Without discretion, I shouted, "RYUICHI IS MISSING?!"
"Tatsuha-san! Calm down!" Makoto scolded as he continued to drive carefully.
Shaking my head from side to side in panic, I said, "But you told me nothing would be done to Ryuichi, Makoto-san!"
He answered, "No, we did nothing to Ryuichi Sakuma. I promise you. I was the one who protested on your defense on that one. If something happened to Sakuma-san, you would never have cooperated."
"Damn right!" I nodded my head with my arms folded and the cel phone lying on the seat next to me. But I shook my head from side to side, "But you must take me back, Makoto-san! There must be a way."
He kept silent.
My eyes looked to one side with my hands now folded before me in contemplation. I whispered my thoughts aloud, "I'm afraid of what Ryuichi might do."
"And not that your father may be marrying you off?" he asked incredulously as he made another turn.
"I know him more than anyone will ever know." I shook my head while closing my eyes. "He won't think logically when it comes to me."
Makoto then sighed as he said, "We have arrived."
As I opened my car door, I gulped while my father's car parked behind us. I looked around in wonder at the place in which I hadn't stepped into for almost eight years.
Tsuki had left for LA and I had lost touch with her.
But to no avail, just like before, someone came running into my arms and squeezed me until I couldn't breathe. She even had a better deathlock than my beloved Ryuichi.
"Tatsuha-kun~!" her voice shouted with excitement.
Then, she pushed my shoulders away from her as she looked at me from head to toe. "You've gotten really tall."
"Geh," I replied. "I haven't seen you since I was ten! Of course I've grown."
She then began to poke my arms and waist forgetting that we weren't in kindergarten anymore and that there were other people with me.
"Hey, where are you poking me, Tsuki-chan?!" I shouted while blushing.
It was just SO like her to be like this.
That's why we were friends…
I then smiled to myself.
She then bowed in front of my father. "Hello again, Uncle."
He patted her head. "Hello again, Tsuki-chan. Thank you for letting us visit you today. Or, should I call you Miyu-san?"
Tsuki waved her hand while laughing. "No, that's all right Uncle! Tsuki-chan is all right by me."
We then walked into the living room of her mansion. I sat carefully on the couch and she socked me in the arm. "You act like you've never been here," she scolded. "Relax!"
The servants brought tea as she sat next to me. My father sat across us with our bodyguards at the threshold of the room.
"Still like the green tea I made for you?" she smiled as she took a sip from her cup.
I nodded. It was just as how I remembered. Only, she didn't have all these stains on her face, fingers, or clothes as she had back then.
My father sipped his tea and placed the cup down onto the table. Looking directly at Tsuki, he folded his fingers together. "I'm going to leave it to you, Tsuki-chan."
I almost wanted to fall of the damn seat as my hand trembled.
Somehow, that seemed more dangerous than it had sounded.
Outside, the chime made a 'sprinkling' sound as I blinked my eyes.
Tsuki just nodded her head knowingly.
My father then coughed as he got up. Looking at me, he said, "Tatsuha, I will see you tomorrow."
My eyes opened wide as my eyebrows almost touched. "Huh?"
"I'm leaving him to your care Tsuki-chan." He then bowed his head towards her and ignored my confused expression.
"If you make any trouble Tatsuha, I won't forgive you this time."
I looked at his back as he left in silence. When the doors closed behind him, I looked at Tsuki, who patted my back as she smiled at me.
Then, she sighed in relief and grabbed my shoulders, "What is going on here, Tatsuha?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I come from LA. I've been here for a week and then your father calls me out of the blue with a weird request." She tilted her head. "I have to find you a bride. To put it bluntly."
"WHAT?!" I shouted.
"But, I'm confused." She then opened a drawer next to the couch and placed various articles in front of me. "It says you're with Ryuichi Sakuma from Nittle Grasper."
"Yes, I am," I nodded.
"Then…" she looked at the pictures before her. "what happens to Ryuichi if you get married?"
"I'm not." I sighed. "I disowned myself from the household I chose Ryuichi over everything else."
She then glomped me. "Tatsuha! You fulfilled your goal in life! Well, one of them."
I laughed. "Yeah, I met Ryuichi after all."
She sniffed. "And the last letter you gave me was when you saw him in only a towel."
Tsuki snapped her fingers together. "I wish I was there!"
I blinked at her.
She then patted my back seriously. "I missed you, Tatsuha…"
I hugged her back. "Me too."
"Let's go out," she laughed as she pulled on my sleeve.
"And you're just going to ignore what my father asked you to do? To find me a girl?" I lifted an eyebrow.
She nodded readily and shook her head while saying with a matter of fact tone, "Why want a girl when you've got the _god_?"
I blinked at her. "You still have a crush on Ryuichi Sakuma, don't you?"
Tsuki nodded hastily. "Remember! I told you the only one I'd ever share my obsession with was you Tatsuha."
She then smiled at me. "Because I love you."
Getting up from the couch, she then said, "After all these years, I still regard you as my best friend."
I felt warm inside as she said that and so I smiled. "Me too."
So, that day, we spent the day together trying to catch up on everything we had missed from the other's life. She told me how she studied design in LA, but was translating books on the side while. I told her about everything from the time she left until the time I had seen her again.
It took a whole day. ^^;;;
But, in the end, we ended up on some random street in Kyoto with a little cart not too far from a park.
And we drank and drank to our sorrows. And soon, we lost our minds gradually. I started to complain and laugh at the same time as Tsuki began laughing as if she wanted to escape something she couldn't.
When we came back to her lonely mansion, I fell onto the carpeted floor as she entered behind me while closing the door. We were both laughing on the ground.
Then, as my head began to hurt at that moment, I looked away from her as I reached out for some apparition before me. My eyes were playing tricks on me with the light before me. An illusion appeared in front of me as tears began to fill my eyes.
I then said what had been really bothering me all day,
"Ryuichi…"
Tsuki then patted my head. "Oh, Tatsuha…"
"Boku no Ryuichi…doko da yo?!"
to be continued.
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Author's note: Sorry for the long update. I guess I was more scared at how I would piece all this together.
It's hard to think when for the first time you realize, there are people watching out for what you do. And…they're actually enjoying it? Well, as my confidence goes up a bit, I'm very happy to know that I am able to make people laugh, smile, cry, or [fill in emotion]. I never thought I could do that with what I wrote. I just thought, 'I just want them to think.' About what? Just life. Not like anyone hasn't done that yet, but still, I wanted to affect you the reader.
One reader reviewed saying something like this fic had 'beautiful angst, yet warm to the heart'. I thought about that ever since it was posted. And I realize now that that person taught me a lot. I never thought of angst as beautiful before. I always thought it was something to learn from, but cold. Not warm at all. And I realize now that I must learn to find a balance between sadness and happiness. 'Empty angst'…it is sadness without a purpose.
So, that's why I enjoy making this fic. Angst can be beautiful ne? I don't know if I'm worthy enough of a writer to say that, but thanks for reading so far.
Mansions in Japan are different than the ones in the US. They are bigger than apartments, but not too much bigger.
Because I couldn't find another word for it, I'm using the word 'mansion' as a large house as it would mean in the US.
Boku no ryuichi – my ryuichi
Doko da yo?! – where is [he]?!
Disclaimer: Gravitation is by Maki Murakami-sensei.
Aching Desire
(Nagareboshi 3)
by Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 19 – Drunk on sorrow.
I held onto the phone as if I wanted to choke it with my two hands. Without discretion, I shouted, "RYUICHI IS MISSING?!"
"Tatsuha-san! Calm down!" Makoto scolded as he continued to drive carefully.
Shaking my head from side to side in panic, I said, "But you told me nothing would be done to Ryuichi, Makoto-san!"
He answered, "No, we did nothing to Ryuichi Sakuma. I promise you. I was the one who protested on your defense on that one. If something happened to Sakuma-san, you would never have cooperated."
"Damn right!" I nodded my head with my arms folded and the cel phone lying on the seat next to me. But I shook my head from side to side, "But you must take me back, Makoto-san! There must be a way."
He kept silent.
My eyes looked to one side with my hands now folded before me in contemplation. I whispered my thoughts aloud, "I'm afraid of what Ryuichi might do."
"And not that your father may be marrying you off?" he asked incredulously as he made another turn.
"I know him more than anyone will ever know." I shook my head while closing my eyes. "He won't think logically when it comes to me."
Makoto then sighed as he said, "We have arrived."
As I opened my car door, I gulped while my father's car parked behind us. I looked around in wonder at the place in which I hadn't stepped into for almost eight years.
Tsuki had left for LA and I had lost touch with her.
But to no avail, just like before, someone came running into my arms and squeezed me until I couldn't breathe. She even had a better deathlock than my beloved Ryuichi.
"Tatsuha-kun~!" her voice shouted with excitement.
Then, she pushed my shoulders away from her as she looked at me from head to toe. "You've gotten really tall."
"Geh," I replied. "I haven't seen you since I was ten! Of course I've grown."
She then began to poke my arms and waist forgetting that we weren't in kindergarten anymore and that there were other people with me.
"Hey, where are you poking me, Tsuki-chan?!" I shouted while blushing.
It was just SO like her to be like this.
That's why we were friends…
I then smiled to myself.
She then bowed in front of my father. "Hello again, Uncle."
He patted her head. "Hello again, Tsuki-chan. Thank you for letting us visit you today. Or, should I call you Miyu-san?"
Tsuki waved her hand while laughing. "No, that's all right Uncle! Tsuki-chan is all right by me."
We then walked into the living room of her mansion. I sat carefully on the couch and she socked me in the arm. "You act like you've never been here," she scolded. "Relax!"
The servants brought tea as she sat next to me. My father sat across us with our bodyguards at the threshold of the room.
"Still like the green tea I made for you?" she smiled as she took a sip from her cup.
I nodded. It was just as how I remembered. Only, she didn't have all these stains on her face, fingers, or clothes as she had back then.
My father sipped his tea and placed the cup down onto the table. Looking directly at Tsuki, he folded his fingers together. "I'm going to leave it to you, Tsuki-chan."
I almost wanted to fall of the damn seat as my hand trembled.
Somehow, that seemed more dangerous than it had sounded.
Outside, the chime made a 'sprinkling' sound as I blinked my eyes.
Tsuki just nodded her head knowingly.
My father then coughed as he got up. Looking at me, he said, "Tatsuha, I will see you tomorrow."
My eyes opened wide as my eyebrows almost touched. "Huh?"
"I'm leaving him to your care Tsuki-chan." He then bowed his head towards her and ignored my confused expression.
"If you make any trouble Tatsuha, I won't forgive you this time."
I looked at his back as he left in silence. When the doors closed behind him, I looked at Tsuki, who patted my back as she smiled at me.
Then, she sighed in relief and grabbed my shoulders, "What is going on here, Tatsuha?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I come from LA. I've been here for a week and then your father calls me out of the blue with a weird request." She tilted her head. "I have to find you a bride. To put it bluntly."
"WHAT?!" I shouted.
"But, I'm confused." She then opened a drawer next to the couch and placed various articles in front of me. "It says you're with Ryuichi Sakuma from Nittle Grasper."
"Yes, I am," I nodded.
"Then…" she looked at the pictures before her. "what happens to Ryuichi if you get married?"
"I'm not." I sighed. "I disowned myself from the household I chose Ryuichi over everything else."
She then glomped me. "Tatsuha! You fulfilled your goal in life! Well, one of them."
I laughed. "Yeah, I met Ryuichi after all."
She sniffed. "And the last letter you gave me was when you saw him in only a towel."
Tsuki snapped her fingers together. "I wish I was there!"
I blinked at her.
She then patted my back seriously. "I missed you, Tatsuha…"
I hugged her back. "Me too."
"Let's go out," she laughed as she pulled on my sleeve.
"And you're just going to ignore what my father asked you to do? To find me a girl?" I lifted an eyebrow.
She nodded readily and shook her head while saying with a matter of fact tone, "Why want a girl when you've got the _god_?"
I blinked at her. "You still have a crush on Ryuichi Sakuma, don't you?"
Tsuki nodded hastily. "Remember! I told you the only one I'd ever share my obsession with was you Tatsuha."
She then smiled at me. "Because I love you."
Getting up from the couch, she then said, "After all these years, I still regard you as my best friend."
I felt warm inside as she said that and so I smiled. "Me too."
So, that day, we spent the day together trying to catch up on everything we had missed from the other's life. She told me how she studied design in LA, but was translating books on the side while. I told her about everything from the time she left until the time I had seen her again.
It took a whole day. ^^;;;
But, in the end, we ended up on some random street in Kyoto with a little cart not too far from a park.
And we drank and drank to our sorrows. And soon, we lost our minds gradually. I started to complain and laugh at the same time as Tsuki began laughing as if she wanted to escape something she couldn't.
When we came back to her lonely mansion, I fell onto the carpeted floor as she entered behind me while closing the door. We were both laughing on the ground.
Then, as my head began to hurt at that moment, I looked away from her as I reached out for some apparition before me. My eyes were playing tricks on me with the light before me. An illusion appeared in front of me as tears began to fill my eyes.
I then said what had been really bothering me all day,
"Ryuichi…"
Tsuki then patted my head. "Oh, Tatsuha…"
"Boku no Ryuichi…doko da yo?!"
to be continued.
--
Author's note: Sorry for the long update. I guess I was more scared at how I would piece all this together.
It's hard to think when for the first time you realize, there are people watching out for what you do. And…they're actually enjoying it? Well, as my confidence goes up a bit, I'm very happy to know that I am able to make people laugh, smile, cry, or [fill in emotion]. I never thought I could do that with what I wrote. I just thought, 'I just want them to think.' About what? Just life. Not like anyone hasn't done that yet, but still, I wanted to affect you the reader.
One reader reviewed saying something like this fic had 'beautiful angst, yet warm to the heart'. I thought about that ever since it was posted. And I realize now that that person taught me a lot. I never thought of angst as beautiful before. I always thought it was something to learn from, but cold. Not warm at all. And I realize now that I must learn to find a balance between sadness and happiness. 'Empty angst'…it is sadness without a purpose.
So, that's why I enjoy making this fic. Angst can be beautiful ne? I don't know if I'm worthy enough of a writer to say that, but thanks for reading so far.
Mansions in Japan are different than the ones in the US. They are bigger than apartments, but not too much bigger.
Because I couldn't find another word for it, I'm using the word 'mansion' as a large house as it would mean in the US.
Boku no ryuichi – my ryuichi
Doko da yo?! – where is [he]?!