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sorry, i er...forgot what i originally wanted to write this about so i just re-made up another plot. Eheh, pardon my lousy memory^^;;.
Playstation 2 and others
part2
And so the school day began. And came to its end towards late afternoon.
And Tokitoh strolled down the deserted hallway. Oh, no, he wasn't going anywhere important. He didn't think there was anywhere to go. School was boring. No point hiding it.
Tokitoh never thought he would find his current flow of life boring. How could it be when there was so much to do, so much to accomplish? There was Student Council meetings to attend...arguing with Fujiwara to take place...looking for test answers in the Teachers Lounge...kicking Kubota's ass at PS2...so so many things to do.
And yet..it was boring.
It was simply plain boring.
It hadn't been boring before. Far from that, actually. But lately, it just seemed to the youth that everything he did was so ..routine. Predictable. Unchanging.
Boring.
It made no sense. No sense at all why only now would he, Tokitoh Minoru, find his what everyone nicknamed neon-coloured-lifestyle' , boring.
....something must be missing. Tokitoh paused his pace and snapped his fingers. That's it. Something he wanted to do must be missing which was why he was finding what he usually did boring. Ah, yes, that was it. That was the definitely the reason why he was bored. Something was missing. No doubt about it.
Tokitoh resumed his walking pace. Now, it he could just place his finger onto what was missing......
He paused and turned towards the familiar voice that called his name.
Tokitoh, I was looking for you. Aren't you going home?
Tokitoh looked at his friend. But no, not just any friend; Kubo-chan felt like something so much more than a friend to him....and yet, all they were..were friends.
Something was missing. Tokitoh was more sure of it now than ever. Something was missing from somewhere so deep in his being that it hurt. He didn't know why but it hurt. It simply hurt.
...aa, lets go home, Kubo-chan.
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He hadn't wanted to play PS2. He really hadn't. Not with his mind being on....other things. And definitely not with the dull ache that had been throbbing in his chest ever since he'd came home with Kubota.
But he hadn't wanted to seem strange. He hadn't wanted Kubota to think something was wrong. ..So Tokitoh had dragged his butt over to the tv and switched on the PS2, just as how he would have any other day.
His slim fingures picked up the controls and moved deftly across the buttons, his eyes barely focusing on the moving pictures.
It hurt. He didn't know why but it hurt. Was it even possible for you to yearn for something that even you yourself did not know the name of? Frustration seeped intoTokitoh's soul as the ache in his chest greatened.Just what did he want? Just what was missing? Just why did it hurt?
Why did it hurt?
..kitoh. Tokitoh.
Tokitoh snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a shake on his shoulder.
Kubota gently pulled the controls out of Tokitoh's hands. You've been pressing the buttons even though the game is over.
Tokitoh stared at hands, feeling them start to cramp from all the pressing. Then he looked up at the screen. Sure enough, an unmistakable GAME OVER was flashing .
The hand on his shoulder tightened just the slightest bit. Tokitoh, are you feeling alright?
No.
He could say it right? Say that somehow, he was hurting, somehow, he was losing control of his mind. Somehow....somehow he wanted ...he wanted...
A sharp pain tore through his chest, and his hand reached up to clutch his shirt.
He wanted Kubo-chan.
He wanted Kubota to ..to...
Tokitoh's hand reached up to cover his mouth as realisation sunk through.
He wanted love. Kubota's love.
Two hands gripped his shoulders. Tokitoh, are you okay? Do you feel sick?
Kubo-chan's voice....
Tokitoh dropped his head. He couldn't bear to look into the face of the person who would never be his. Why hadn't he seen it earlier? Shouldn't he have guessed that sooner or later, he woud crave something more from their friendship?
Maybe he had known. Maybe in some hidden corner of his heart he had known that what he wanted from his closest friend was something much more. Maybe..maybe he just hadn't wanted to admit it..
And now...
And now he was left with a yearning so strong , it was tearing him apart.
Kubo-chan, I...
Kubota began, but the boy had already got up and dissapeared into the bedroom.
Kubota stood up from his squatting position on the floor and lit a cigarrette. The he picked up the controls and kept them, turned off the PS2 and switched off the tv.
Kubota wasn't stupid. He'd known one day, his friendship with Tokitoh would change itself into something more. It was unavoidable. He wouldn't deny either that lately, he'd found himself....admiring the shorter boy more than neccessary.
It was not just about looks. As superficial and people tended to be, Kubota wasn't as selfish as to simply judge the boy by his looks and body. There was more to Tokitoh than most people thought.
The shorter boy's ever-present energy and animated speech somehow drew Kubota's attention away from everyone else. Seeing Tokitoh so full of life somehow....somehow made his own life seem so much more worth what it was.
Kubota wasn't stupid. He wasn't a coward either. He was well-aware of his growing affection for the boy. He was also well-aware that the boy was falling for him too.
Kubota snuffed out the cigarrette and flicked some stray cigarrette ash off his shirt. His eyes flicked over the small apartment and came to rest upon the bedroom door Tokitoh had run off into. A small smile made its way to his features.
Maybe it is about time that I put him out of both his misery and mine.
-to be continued...-
