Wow, is it just me or has it been forever since I last updated this story? Wow… I'm sorry, and if none of you ever read any of my stuff again I'll understand… Okay, well not really. Life's been too busy lately and that's all I'm gonna say.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am a poor pathetic wretch that will end up in the streets writing my little stories on the back of napkins I find stuffed in trash cans. Enjoy!
A Masterpiece is ForeverBy: Meg-chan
The weekend of the reunion had crept up sooner than most had expected. Houjun had been dreading going, so it really wasn't much of a surprise that it had snuck up on him. Genrou on the other hand was a nervous wreck and wasn't sure how the weekend would go. The redhead stood in his room looking down at his bag. In it were three pairs of boxers, some socks, a pair of shorts, one long sleeved and one short-sleeved shirt and a nice suit for the reunion. He quickly ran to his close to grab some shoes and stuffed them into the bag as well. He grabbed a toothbrush and decided that he was all set. He picked his bag up and walked to the door. The redhead paused for a moment and turned to look at the picture sitting on a coffee table in front of the TV. The smiling features of the two men in the photo brought back wonderful memories of the past and the pain of the present. Genrou took a last deep breath and walked out the door.
A taxi pulled up to the curb and the tall red head entered the car. In time, the cab came to a stop in front of Logan Airport. Genrou paid the driver and then took his bag and made his way to the ticket counter. He checked in, found his gate and sat down to wait until he could board. After a few minutes his stomach began to growl. Genrou groaned. "Ugh, I was so caught up with packing and the reunion I fergot ta eat." He stood up and made his way to the nearest newsstand. He picked up a magazine, a pack of gum, and some chips. As he was paying he studied the cover of the magazine. It was a special issue on Hollywood couples. "Even those stuck up bastards have people to love… not that it's real or anythin', but that's not the point."
While walking back to his seat, Genrou tore open the bag of chips. He slumped back into his seat and slowly began to eat his chips. He continued to eat, putting one chip after another into his mouth until the bag was empty. When he put his hand into the bag and found nothing, Genrou didn't even notice. He pulled his hand out of the bag and brought it to his mouth only to find it empty. The man shook his head, causing his locks to sway gently. When he was that out of it, it was time to stop thinking.
Suddenly, an extremely monotone voice came over the intercom. "All passengers on flight 425 destined for California we are now boarding rows 21-25."
Genrou looked down at his ticket. He was seated in row 23. He picked up his bag and walked to the gate. As he sat down and received his complementary bag of peanuts he sighed. "What am I thinking? I'm not going to be able to do this. It's been over four years since I even talked to him. Yet I'm still hung up on him. Gods, am I pathetic…"
The plane took off, and Genrou was on that plane headed for California whether he liked it or not.
~*~
Houjun had arrived in town without much ado. He was pulling his fancy rental car into the driveway of his old house and let out the breath he was holding in. He looked up to see Hikou and Kouji sitting on his front porch. He grinned, a little of his stress was easing away. Grabbing his bag from the trunk, Houjun made his way up the walkway. He smiled at his friends as he approached them. All three of them embraced. They hadn't seen each other in years. All three men went inside to catch up.
Hikou looked at his friend with a bit of concern. Houjun looked all right, but he had defiantly looked better. As Houjun was telling them all about his new boyfriend both Hikou and Kouji quieted down noticeably. They could tell by the look on his face that Houjun wasn't as happy as he was making himself out to be. Both of them knew how happy he had been with Genrou and they hated seeing him this way.
Houjun did his best to keep his mind off the reunion. He asked about Hikou and Kouji's lives and what they had been up to. Hikou sighed as Kouji began to share the details of the past few years.
After a few hours, the three friends decided it was late and that it was time to turn in. Houjun showed Hikou and Kouji to their room. They said goodnight and Houjun made his way to his room. As he opened the door a huge wave of nostalgia washed over him. All around were objects and mementos of his past. He sat down on his bed and slowly traveled around the room with his eyes. A tear formed in the corner of his eye. As much as he had hated high school, he missed parts of his life. Like being here with his friends. It was good to be back.
Houjun froze as his eyes made their way to an old picture Genrou and him. He stood up and walked slowly, almost cautiously to the dresser where the picture sat. The blue haired man looked at it for a moment before placing it face down and getting into bed.
~*~
The next morning, Houjun awoke to the California sun peeking in at his window. He sat up, stretched, and made his way to the living room. He arrived to find that Hikou and Kouji were already awake and watching Saturday morning cartoons. Houjun couldn't help but grin. Genrou used to watch Saturday morning cartoons whenever he stayed over on Friday nights. As his smile faded, Houjun crossed the room and sat on the other end of the couch.
As X-men came to an end Hikou turned to Houjun, "So, are you ready for tonight?"
Houjun put on his old face, and covered up all his emotions and worries. He nodded and then inquired, "What time are we supposed to be there?"
"We have to be at the Hyatt by 7 p.m. So we should probably leave here by …6:30?"
Houjun nodded again, and looked at the television. He seemed to be watching it, but if you were to ask him what had just happened in Pokemon, he wouldn't have any idea. He probably wouldn't even know that Pokemon was on. Kouji looked over at the blue haired man, but as he was doing so his stomach growled, loudly. He laughed to himself. "Hey, anybody want breakfast?"
The other two men looked at him and grinned; Kouji loved food and his stomach almost as much as he loved Hikou. Hikou looked to Houjun and asked, "Houjun, what do you say we go to IHOP, it is Saturday morning after all."
Houjun put on a real smile now and agreed. The three men dressed and headed outside. They all piled into Houjun's rental car, with Kouji sitting in the back all by himself, and they drove off in the direction of IHOP. They arrived, got their table and ordered their food. Houjun smiled at all the memories he had of this place. It hadn't changed at all, but he had. His clothing was more colorful for one thing.
Other than that, a lot had changed, he was older, smarter, wiser, and he was successful. But he liked who he was. So that was okay, and he had a wonderful boyfriend back home who liked who he was too. At the thought of Tom, he thought of that small empty place in his heart. No! He scolded himself, he was happy with Tom, he loved him and nothing was missing.
~*~
Genrou walked out of his hotel and headed towards the center of town. He needed something nicer to wear tonight so he walked in the direction of the mall. As he entered, he noticed that a lot of the stores were different, but that was to be expected, ten years had passed. Not long after, he found a shop selling men's dress wear. He picked out some simple yet elegant looking black pants, and a cerulean blue shirt that perfectly contrasted his red hair. He had a black jacket back in his hotel room that would look good with everything else.
The fiery man walked out of the mall, but instead of heading for his hotel, Genrou began walking in the opposite direction. He still had an hour or so before he had to be at the reunion and it wouldn't take him long to get ready, so he decided to take a spin around the neighborhood. As the redhead walked around the place had once called home, he noticed several things. One: that he preferred the mild climate of Boston. Two: that so many things had changed. Three: that everything reminded him of Houjun.
~*~
Houjun pulled into a parking space outside the Hyatt at 6:52. He took a deep breath and shut off the car. As he stepped out and locked the door he realized that Kouji and Hikou were still in the car. He grinned foolishly and opened the doors to let them out. "Jeeze, Houjun. You must be really out of it." Kouji commented, with some concern in his voice.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, I just have some… things on my mind."
Kouji looked at Hikou with a look that was asking, "Is he talking about what I think he's talking about?" Hikou replied with a shrug of his shoulders, "What else would it be?" They knew each other so well, that this sort of communication between them was normal. It was really kinda creepy.
The three men approached the doors to the hotel, but as they approached, one began to fall behind. "Ummm, guys. I'm not sure I want to do this, I'm not feeling so great anymore, no da."
As soon as he had said it, Houjun slapped his hand over his mouth. Hikou grinned, "You feel fine. You're just nervous. Come on, let's just go inside."
They entered the building and found there way to the large hall where the reunion was being held. Their graduating class had held 621 students, so the hall had to be big. It still looked a little empty, but as time passed it began to fill up. Houjun was talking animatedly with Aki and Megumi, whom had gotten married after they graduated from college, while Zel was hugging Kouji and Hikou to death. Suddenly a flash of red caught Houjun's eye and his heart jumped up into his throat. "Oh gods…he's here."
Hahahaha!! I finally decide to write and this is how I leave you!! I am so cruel! Please review! I'll try and get the next chapter out sooner if I get lots of reviews J Thanks minna!