Disclaimer 1: I still don't own Gravitation. I shall probably never own
Gravitation as copyrights last 70 years after the owner's death.
Disclaimer 2: This is a new songfic is to a song by Joni Mitchell called
The Fishbowl.
I rated this PG-13 cause there's one swear word and the theme of course... I probably could've gotten away with PG, but oh well. Well, I still can't think of a title for this one, so if anyone has any ideas... Let me know somehow. I'd appreciate it!
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//The fishbowl is a world reversed Where fishermen With hooks that dangle From the bottom-- up Reel down their catch Without a fight On guided bait.//
'I think,' Ryuichi thought to himself, pulling his hat down further as he stepped out into the streets. 'I act like this because I don't know who to trust. Aside from K, Noriko and Tohma, I don't have any real friends.'
Ryuichi fished Kumagorou out of his pocket and cuddled the stuffed bunny. "Kuma wants karaoke! Karaoke na no da!" Ryuichi called to no one in particular.
He walked into a karaoke bar filled with young men and women mostly younger than himself. Whispers followed his path like little drops of water on a hot pan as he slung himself into a seat.
//Pike pickerel, bass-- the common fish Ogle thru distorting glass See only glitter, glamour, gaiety Fog up the bowl with lusty breath Lunge towards the bait and miss And weep for fortunes lost.//
A pretty, young waitress came over to take Ryuichi's order. She blinked in surprise upon recognizing him, but quickly recovered her composure. "Sir? What can I get for you?"
"A Shirley temple with extra cherries." Ryuichi replied, flashing a charming smile.
A few people were staring at him. He gazed back at one particularly awestruck young man. The man got up and approached the table. "Ryuichi Sakuma-senpai? Do you think I could get your autograph?" He asked Ryuichi, then leaned over and whispered an added request.
"Nani?!" Ryuichi exploded. "Absolutely not! I will not do that!" Ryuichi stood up and stalked over to the karaoke stage to calm down. He barked an order at the delighted manager and a classic American song began to play.
A pair of eyes fixed themselves on the singer. He intently followed Ryuichi's every motion. Tatsuha loved the way Ryuichi performed. He put every ounce of himself into his singing. The song ended ant Tatsuha sighed.
Ryuichi looked around the room at the enthusiastically clapping people and spotted Tatsuha. "Tatsu-kun!" Ryuichi feigned interest in the drink the waitress was pressing into his hands as he attempted to make his way to Tatsuha.
"Sakuma-san!" Tatsuha said respectfully, earning some jealous glares for being on such good terms with the idolized singer. Tatsuha was barely managing to keep control of his feelings and not create a scene.
Ryuichi pulled Tatsuha into a forceful embrace and childishly kissed him on the mouth. "I'm so happy now!" He sat down next to Tatsuha and put a hand on the younger man's leg.
"Oh, Ryuichi! Don't do this to me! You know you're so god damn attractive." Tatsuha felt unable to take advantage of Ryuichi in his currently childish state.
"Kumagorou doesn't understand," Ryuichi said softly. "Ryu likes Tatsuha, but everyone says, no, and mean things."
'Oh, Ryu, I wish I could have you," thought Tatsuha, as he tried to comfort Ryuichi.
Ryuichi stroked Tatsuha's cheek. He suddenly snapped out of it. "Tatsuha, I'd only hurt you. You should find someone younger than me who's better for you than I am." Ryuichi stood up. "I'm sorry Tatsuha."
And Ryuichi left feeling more adult-like than he ever had, and feeling that it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
//Envy not the goldfish friend Imprisoned in his golden scales His bubbles breaking round the rim While silly fishes faint for him And sighing say "Look there I think He winked his eye for me."//
Fin.
I rated this PG-13 cause there's one swear word and the theme of course... I probably could've gotten away with PG, but oh well. Well, I still can't think of a title for this one, so if anyone has any ideas... Let me know somehow. I'd appreciate it!
Untitled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//The fishbowl is a world reversed Where fishermen With hooks that dangle From the bottom-- up Reel down their catch Without a fight On guided bait.//
'I think,' Ryuichi thought to himself, pulling his hat down further as he stepped out into the streets. 'I act like this because I don't know who to trust. Aside from K, Noriko and Tohma, I don't have any real friends.'
Ryuichi fished Kumagorou out of his pocket and cuddled the stuffed bunny. "Kuma wants karaoke! Karaoke na no da!" Ryuichi called to no one in particular.
He walked into a karaoke bar filled with young men and women mostly younger than himself. Whispers followed his path like little drops of water on a hot pan as he slung himself into a seat.
//Pike pickerel, bass-- the common fish Ogle thru distorting glass See only glitter, glamour, gaiety Fog up the bowl with lusty breath Lunge towards the bait and miss And weep for fortunes lost.//
A pretty, young waitress came over to take Ryuichi's order. She blinked in surprise upon recognizing him, but quickly recovered her composure. "Sir? What can I get for you?"
"A Shirley temple with extra cherries." Ryuichi replied, flashing a charming smile.
A few people were staring at him. He gazed back at one particularly awestruck young man. The man got up and approached the table. "Ryuichi Sakuma-senpai? Do you think I could get your autograph?" He asked Ryuichi, then leaned over and whispered an added request.
"Nani?!" Ryuichi exploded. "Absolutely not! I will not do that!" Ryuichi stood up and stalked over to the karaoke stage to calm down. He barked an order at the delighted manager and a classic American song began to play.
A pair of eyes fixed themselves on the singer. He intently followed Ryuichi's every motion. Tatsuha loved the way Ryuichi performed. He put every ounce of himself into his singing. The song ended ant Tatsuha sighed.
Ryuichi looked around the room at the enthusiastically clapping people and spotted Tatsuha. "Tatsu-kun!" Ryuichi feigned interest in the drink the waitress was pressing into his hands as he attempted to make his way to Tatsuha.
"Sakuma-san!" Tatsuha said respectfully, earning some jealous glares for being on such good terms with the idolized singer. Tatsuha was barely managing to keep control of his feelings and not create a scene.
Ryuichi pulled Tatsuha into a forceful embrace and childishly kissed him on the mouth. "I'm so happy now!" He sat down next to Tatsuha and put a hand on the younger man's leg.
"Oh, Ryuichi! Don't do this to me! You know you're so god damn attractive." Tatsuha felt unable to take advantage of Ryuichi in his currently childish state.
"Kumagorou doesn't understand," Ryuichi said softly. "Ryu likes Tatsuha, but everyone says, no, and mean things."
'Oh, Ryu, I wish I could have you," thought Tatsuha, as he tried to comfort Ryuichi.
Ryuichi stroked Tatsuha's cheek. He suddenly snapped out of it. "Tatsuha, I'd only hurt you. You should find someone younger than me who's better for you than I am." Ryuichi stood up. "I'm sorry Tatsuha."
And Ryuichi left feeling more adult-like than he ever had, and feeling that it was the hardest thing he'd ever done.
//Envy not the goldfish friend Imprisoned in his golden scales His bubbles breaking round the rim While silly fishes faint for him And sighing say "Look there I think He winked his eye for me."//
Fin.