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After you wish on a Clover: Remember me…
By miyamoto yui
Chapter 1 – Envy and hope.
How? What? Why?
How could Suu survive the fall of Fairy Park?
Lan thought Kazuhiko had completed his mission and that's why he was being detained in some way again.
The council of elders wanted to question him on what he had done. Why had Suu learned to make him an obstacle to their ultimate powers, and it all was nothing to the pinky of a four-clover.
Why did she say she loved him without hesitation in her manner?
They wanted to know.
They wanted to find out how could they acquire that type of power also…
As if everything were as they should be, Lan continued to click away at his computer. But as he did so, he was giving Gingetsu a code as he sat outside trying to do his reports.
"I know you can hear me," he thought quietly.
But even at this, Lan was afraid. For in the recesses of his mind, A would hear him.
He could imagine his brother A in the laboratory still in a white hospital-type of gown and in his cage. His eyes wide while awake.
Always watching, always waiting. Torn with jealousy and hate. Calm with love and wanting to be needed as a brother and a lover at the same time.
It was because he had made a promise, A would be alive in that decrepit form of life. Alive and well to kill Gingetsu at any time if Lan should ever show more affection towards that two-leaf clover than his own brother.
Watch, watch.
Click. An eye watches both like an electronic hawk.
Lan took off his visor and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. He didn't know where it came from, but he was suddenly overcome with thirst. Even in the kitchen did he start to tap on the kitchen sink.
In his haste, a little water trickled from his mouth and down his neck. He closed his eyes and opened them again to find Gingetsu coming into the kitchen also to get something from the cupboard.
He was getting a bowl.
Lan tapped on the sink again. "Yes…I finally found her…" his fingers tapped softly.
"I told you not to meddle with this." Gingetsu went to the fridge uneasily and brought something out of it.
He was worried. If there was one thing he feared more than Kazuhiko dying first, it was Lan speeding up the time of his death. And trying to find Suu was a sure way to get there.
The elders had deemed it so.
Obliterating someone never meant that they were truly dead. It just meant they were sleeping inside someone else's secret. Oruha's songs protruded in the air everyday much to the elders' dismay in this very manner.
"Then you have to stop asking around for Kazuhiko-san," Lan countered as he sighed slightly while leaving the kitchen.
His fingers trembled and he rubbed them as if his arthritis was acting up. He didn't have much time until the next set of years would deter him from doing anything. And seeing Gingetsu's face was more painful than that every time he noticed a new set of white hairs appearing on his black head.
But no, Lan was not shaking silently because of the pain in his hands. It was something he had found out to be mild jealousy.
It was an emotion that connected his brother and himself more than ever.
He hated himself for it.
As he put on his visor again, Suu's beautiful voice sang softly, "Find me…let me be the one who makes you happy…"
Then it struck him. The thing that had always bothered him about Kazuhiko's hands.
That time he had come to their home, accidentally, Kazuhiko had taken out his gloves to cook for them.
Lan had seen it while passing him while trying to look closely at the white statue in the living room. The one that looked like an angel.
The mark…
The mark of that mission was still there.
Suu was still alive?
At the time, he had dismissed this thought all together. This was Kazuhiko after all, one of the finest. Blunt, but efficient in his ways.
Lan couldn't believe it and as he looked at the doorway. He was trying to find a way to help Suu. But how could he do that without the rats in the walls squeaking? He did not know.
It was then that Lan looked at the door before him and heard Gingetsu finishing up his snack.
"I must be content as things are," he thought.
The part of him numbed by A…all these human emotions.
Overrated in their own right were taking over slowly. And Gingetsu had everything to do with it.
He didn't want to let that go…
That last piece of hope for humanity…
It wasn't whether they were Clovers that they could feel the presence of the others below their number. No, it wasn't that.
This was beyond that.
Suu had done something that other Clovers didn't have, and that was why she was able to have her wish to die at a certain place. She knew that the higher your number, the more numb you became to your humanity.
To prove this wrong to herself, she kept her heart intact.
And as a human, she wanted to be more.
Suu wanted to live.
Staring at the static of the visor, Lan understood this perfectly as Gingetsu took his last bite of noodles in the kitchen.
When he got up, Gingetsu sighed as his eyes looked at the floor with its less than confident look.
He hated it when Lan would get that way.
Lan couldn't understand it yet because mentally, he was still a child.
How could he understand his emotions so quickly, especially that of hope? Or that of envy?
For Gingetsu had known what these were. Oruha was beautiful, but also the one person that Kazuhiko had treasured more than anyone.
She even outweighed the promise he and Kazuhiko had made.
It was more than that, though. Kazuhiko was able to show his feelings in every conceivable way that he could. Gingetsu had learned to be less cold to the world because of Kazuhiko.
But his heart was opened to Lan. More than Lan would ever realize.
His silence was to keep him in check.
To keep him from doing and saying things they may have both regretted later on…
No…
No one could understand the loneliness of a Clover except the Clover themselves.
Oruha could never tell her secret to Kazuhiko…
…and Gingetsu couldn't even tell Kazuhiko the truth for his revenge to find her…
…that all this had been from the very people he worked for…
He wouldn't ever forgive Gingetsu if he knew.
And that was something Gingetsu was expecting to take to his grave, or when he was going to be disposed from his position. Whichever came first.
As he went back to his desk to write his findings on his latest assignment, Gingetsu looked at the door leading towards Lan. He closed his eyes and tapped the pen on the wooden desk.
Tap, tap…taptap…tap.
Spill, spill, spill…
It translated to:
"Don't do it, Lan…"
But he knew it was too late.
The ink splatters on the table represented his tears,
The ones he couldn't cry with or without Lan beside him.
tsuzuku…
--
author's note: I'm slow, so please expect this to be very very long and dramatic.
Thanks for reading!
After you wish on a Clover: Remember me…
By miyamoto yui
Chapter 1 – Envy and hope.
How? What? Why?
How could Suu survive the fall of Fairy Park?
Lan thought Kazuhiko had completed his mission and that's why he was being detained in some way again.
The council of elders wanted to question him on what he had done. Why had Suu learned to make him an obstacle to their ultimate powers, and it all was nothing to the pinky of a four-clover.
Why did she say she loved him without hesitation in her manner?
They wanted to know.
They wanted to find out how could they acquire that type of power also…
As if everything were as they should be, Lan continued to click away at his computer. But as he did so, he was giving Gingetsu a code as he sat outside trying to do his reports.
"I know you can hear me," he thought quietly.
But even at this, Lan was afraid. For in the recesses of his mind, A would hear him.
He could imagine his brother A in the laboratory still in a white hospital-type of gown and in his cage. His eyes wide while awake.
Always watching, always waiting. Torn with jealousy and hate. Calm with love and wanting to be needed as a brother and a lover at the same time.
It was because he had made a promise, A would be alive in that decrepit form of life. Alive and well to kill Gingetsu at any time if Lan should ever show more affection towards that two-leaf clover than his own brother.
Watch, watch.
Click. An eye watches both like an electronic hawk.
Lan took off his visor and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. He didn't know where it came from, but he was suddenly overcome with thirst. Even in the kitchen did he start to tap on the kitchen sink.
In his haste, a little water trickled from his mouth and down his neck. He closed his eyes and opened them again to find Gingetsu coming into the kitchen also to get something from the cupboard.
He was getting a bowl.
Lan tapped on the sink again. "Yes…I finally found her…" his fingers tapped softly.
"I told you not to meddle with this." Gingetsu went to the fridge uneasily and brought something out of it.
He was worried. If there was one thing he feared more than Kazuhiko dying first, it was Lan speeding up the time of his death. And trying to find Suu was a sure way to get there.
The elders had deemed it so.
Obliterating someone never meant that they were truly dead. It just meant they were sleeping inside someone else's secret. Oruha's songs protruded in the air everyday much to the elders' dismay in this very manner.
"Then you have to stop asking around for Kazuhiko-san," Lan countered as he sighed slightly while leaving the kitchen.
His fingers trembled and he rubbed them as if his arthritis was acting up. He didn't have much time until the next set of years would deter him from doing anything. And seeing Gingetsu's face was more painful than that every time he noticed a new set of white hairs appearing on his black head.
But no, Lan was not shaking silently because of the pain in his hands. It was something he had found out to be mild jealousy.
It was an emotion that connected his brother and himself more than ever.
He hated himself for it.
As he put on his visor again, Suu's beautiful voice sang softly, "Find me…let me be the one who makes you happy…"
Then it struck him. The thing that had always bothered him about Kazuhiko's hands.
That time he had come to their home, accidentally, Kazuhiko had taken out his gloves to cook for them.
Lan had seen it while passing him while trying to look closely at the white statue in the living room. The one that looked like an angel.
The mark…
The mark of that mission was still there.
Suu was still alive?
At the time, he had dismissed this thought all together. This was Kazuhiko after all, one of the finest. Blunt, but efficient in his ways.
Lan couldn't believe it and as he looked at the doorway. He was trying to find a way to help Suu. But how could he do that without the rats in the walls squeaking? He did not know.
It was then that Lan looked at the door before him and heard Gingetsu finishing up his snack.
"I must be content as things are," he thought.
The part of him numbed by A…all these human emotions.
Overrated in their own right were taking over slowly. And Gingetsu had everything to do with it.
He didn't want to let that go…
That last piece of hope for humanity…
It wasn't whether they were Clovers that they could feel the presence of the others below their number. No, it wasn't that.
This was beyond that.
Suu had done something that other Clovers didn't have, and that was why she was able to have her wish to die at a certain place. She knew that the higher your number, the more numb you became to your humanity.
To prove this wrong to herself, she kept her heart intact.
And as a human, she wanted to be more.
Suu wanted to live.
Staring at the static of the visor, Lan understood this perfectly as Gingetsu took his last bite of noodles in the kitchen.
When he got up, Gingetsu sighed as his eyes looked at the floor with its less than confident look.
He hated it when Lan would get that way.
Lan couldn't understand it yet because mentally, he was still a child.
How could he understand his emotions so quickly, especially that of hope? Or that of envy?
For Gingetsu had known what these were. Oruha was beautiful, but also the one person that Kazuhiko had treasured more than anyone.
She even outweighed the promise he and Kazuhiko had made.
It was more than that, though. Kazuhiko was able to show his feelings in every conceivable way that he could. Gingetsu had learned to be less cold to the world because of Kazuhiko.
But his heart was opened to Lan. More than Lan would ever realize.
His silence was to keep him in check.
To keep him from doing and saying things they may have both regretted later on…
No…
No one could understand the loneliness of a Clover except the Clover themselves.
Oruha could never tell her secret to Kazuhiko…
…and Gingetsu couldn't even tell Kazuhiko the truth for his revenge to find her…
…that all this had been from the very people he worked for…
He wouldn't ever forgive Gingetsu if he knew.
And that was something Gingetsu was expecting to take to his grave, or when he was going to be disposed from his position. Whichever came first.
As he went back to his desk to write his findings on his latest assignment, Gingetsu looked at the door leading towards Lan. He closed his eyes and tapped the pen on the wooden desk.
Tap, tap…taptap…tap.
Spill, spill, spill…
It translated to:
"Don't do it, Lan…"
But he knew it was too late.
The ink splatters on the table represented his tears,
The ones he couldn't cry with or without Lan beside him.
tsuzuku…
--
author's note: I'm slow, so please expect this to be very very long and dramatic.
Thanks for reading!