Hello, minna-san. Well, here we go- the third, and probably the final- chapter. Makes me feel special, it does, writing my first multi chapter AND my first Gravi fic. If you've actually read this far into the story, I am amazed and I applaud you- I guess we all have to stick with things we don't like, eh? Well, anyway.
Ryuichi and Shuichi made their way back to their seats. The priest smiled and stood up.
"Arigatou, Shindou-san, Sakuma-san, and Nanako-san. Now, to end the service, we will have a song performed by Shindou Shuichi, in dedication to Yuki Eiri.
Shuichi glared at the priest when his back was turned. Why couldn't he have a little time to pull himself together? Did he look like he was in the mood for singing?
But he was the singer. Yuki wasn't.
He slowly walked over to the back of the church, where the organist sat. There was a small microphone set up for him. He leaned forward to speak into it hesitantly.
"I, um-" his voice cracked. "I'm going to sing a song by a band called Agent Orange, called 'Say It Isn't True'."
"Whoo! Yeah Shuichi!"
He heard cat calls and cheers from his friends in the front pews. He smiled to himself.
"Let's go, Yuki," he whispered.
"another time - another place
another answer just in case
it's just a memory that I will soon forget
another glamorous debut
another chance to see right through
your empty promises that mean so much to me
"and all at once I get the feeling
that I'll never get the chance to talk to you
and all at once i get the feeling
that I'll never hear you say it isn't true
"I had a dream - I saw you in a magazine
I turned the page and you were gone
I can't explain - I can't express the way I feel
it's so complex - it's so unreal
"all these places I have been
they're all the same - it's just the miles and miles
that set them all apart
and all these faces I have seen
it seems to me that they've been
trying to tell me something from the start
"and all at once I get the feeling that I'll
never get the chance to talk to you
and all at once I get the feeling
that I've got to hear you say it isn't true
"It isn't true, it isn't true, it isn't...." He trailed off to end the song.
The church erupted into loud applause and cheers. As Shuichi walked back to the pew he sat in, he couldn't help smiling a little through Niagra Falls. Hiro, Ryuichi, and Mika all wrapped him in a big hug as he sat down.
"I'm the singer. Yuki wasn't," he said to Hiro after it all quieted down. "And now, he'll never get to be one, either."
*
The mass had ended. As they all made their way over to the cemetery a few blocks away, Hiro continued that conversation they'd left off in the church.
"But you can be a writer, Shuichi."
"What?" Shuichi looked up from the window he'd been staring out of. He and Hiro and Suguru were in a limo together, being taken to the cemetery. "No, I can't. That's Yuki's thing."
Hiro handed him a piece of paper and a pen. "Go ahead. Just write."
He looked thoughtful for a minute. Then pen touched paper and didn't leave until they reached the burial grounds.
Shuichi grasped the paper firmly in his left hand with a look on his face that said he was determined not to cry. However, as Ryuichi touched his shoulder, that piece of glass shattered.
Hiro gently took the paper from his friend's hand and read what he had written so far.
"Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow It isn't true. It isn't true. It isn't"
Well, that's the end, guys! Please review and tell me what you think- that'd be greatly appreciated! Arigatou!
Ryuichi and Shuichi made their way back to their seats. The priest smiled and stood up.
"Arigatou, Shindou-san, Sakuma-san, and Nanako-san. Now, to end the service, we will have a song performed by Shindou Shuichi, in dedication to Yuki Eiri.
Shuichi glared at the priest when his back was turned. Why couldn't he have a little time to pull himself together? Did he look like he was in the mood for singing?
But he was the singer. Yuki wasn't.
He slowly walked over to the back of the church, where the organist sat. There was a small microphone set up for him. He leaned forward to speak into it hesitantly.
"I, um-" his voice cracked. "I'm going to sing a song by a band called Agent Orange, called 'Say It Isn't True'."
"Whoo! Yeah Shuichi!"
He heard cat calls and cheers from his friends in the front pews. He smiled to himself.
"Let's go, Yuki," he whispered.
"another time - another place
another answer just in case
it's just a memory that I will soon forget
another glamorous debut
another chance to see right through
your empty promises that mean so much to me
"and all at once I get the feeling
that I'll never get the chance to talk to you
and all at once i get the feeling
that I'll never hear you say it isn't true
"I had a dream - I saw you in a magazine
I turned the page and you were gone
I can't explain - I can't express the way I feel
it's so complex - it's so unreal
"all these places I have been
they're all the same - it's just the miles and miles
that set them all apart
and all these faces I have seen
it seems to me that they've been
trying to tell me something from the start
"and all at once I get the feeling that I'll
never get the chance to talk to you
and all at once I get the feeling
that I've got to hear you say it isn't true
"It isn't true, it isn't true, it isn't...." He trailed off to end the song.
The church erupted into loud applause and cheers. As Shuichi walked back to the pew he sat in, he couldn't help smiling a little through Niagra Falls. Hiro, Ryuichi, and Mika all wrapped him in a big hug as he sat down.
"I'm the singer. Yuki wasn't," he said to Hiro after it all quieted down. "And now, he'll never get to be one, either."
*
The mass had ended. As they all made their way over to the cemetery a few blocks away, Hiro continued that conversation they'd left off in the church.
"But you can be a writer, Shuichi."
"What?" Shuichi looked up from the window he'd been staring out of. He and Hiro and Suguru were in a limo together, being taken to the cemetery. "No, I can't. That's Yuki's thing."
Hiro handed him a piece of paper and a pen. "Go ahead. Just write."
He looked thoughtful for a minute. Then pen touched paper and didn't leave until they reached the burial grounds.
Shuichi grasped the paper firmly in his left hand with a look on his face that said he was determined not to cry. However, as Ryuichi touched his shoulder, that piece of glass shattered.
Hiro gently took the paper from his friend's hand and read what he had written so far.
"Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow Pink Yellow It isn't true. It isn't true. It isn't"
Well, that's the end, guys! Please review and tell me what you think- that'd be greatly appreciated! Arigatou!