Thank you everyone for reading :-D I hope that I keep your interest. This
section has some funny bits in it. Most of 'em are Yuki.hehe. He's all
gooey on the inside.that tough guy act only goes so far. So, enjoy Chapter
2 of the story. Here it goes:
The sun was up by the time Hiro made it back to his apartment. He had spent the last few hours in a bar near Yuki's house trying to figure it all out in his mind. He was sure something had happened. Shuichi was always up beat and perky. That's what he loved best about his best friend. Whenever something horrible happened, he rebounded with even more of the fun loving energy that entranced all the teenage fans in the audience. That's what had him so confused. He just couldn't understand the look in Shuichi's eyes last night.
It was true what he told Yuki. Shuichi did looked the same as that night when he called Hiro to pick him up off the street after Aziwa's goons had their way with him. Eyes so full of sadness, not like the real Shuichi at all. But there was something else. His voice. When Hiro had talked to him that night, his voice had a cry to it. It just made Hiro want to cry himself, cry for the pain his poor friend should not have suffered. But this time, the tone was different. He barely recognized it as Shuichi's. It was flat. No substance at all. That's what really scared him. He'd never heard Shuichi like that before and he never wanted to hear it again.
That's why he thought Yuki had physically hurt Shuichi. And Hiro wouldn't put it past the guy. I mean, look at him, Hiro thought. His demeanor screams of violence and heart ache. Yet, when he's around Shuichi, it changes. It becomes softer, more forgiving. So why the hell would Shuichi run away like that? It makes no sense. And the way Yuki looked confirmed that he hadn't touched him. The man was in pain, it was obvious. Not to mention the fact he almost bit my head off when I suggested he hurt him, Hiro thought rubbing his neck.
"Man, I hope he didn't leave any bruises." Hiro muttered, looking at a mirror that was hanging in the hallway of his apartment complex. "Ayaka's gonna think I was up to something with Yuki. Oh, that's just what I need. 'How dare you get further with Yuki than I did.' Sheesh, one fight I'd like to avoid is Yuki Eiri."
So what the hell exactly happened? Hiro didn't know the answer to that one. But there was only one way to find out. And that was to ask Shuichi.
Hiro opened the door to his apartment and cried out, "Honey, I'm home!"
No answer.
Huh, that's weird, Hiro thought. Someone should be around.
"Hello?" Hiro tried again. Suddenly a pink-haired blob bounced out of the kitchen.
"Hemph mrmph temph!"
"Swallow first, then say hello." Hiro instructed.
"Sorry, Hiro. I was downing a huge scoop of ramen noodles when you called. I almost choked!" Shuichi grinned. Hiro had to smile back. Who couldn't feel like smiling when Shuichi smiled? It was catching.
"It's ok, Shuichi. Got any more left in the pot?"
"Oh yea!" Shuichi exclaimed, turning back into the kitchen. "I made like three bags worth! I was really hungry when I got up this morning."
Shuichi got a bowl down and filled it with noodles. He handed them to Hiro and sat down across from him, grabbed his bowl and resumed eating his ramen.
"Hey Shuichi?"
"Yea?" Shuichi muttered in between his huge mouthfuls of ramen.
"What happened last night?"
Shuichi put his spoon down and pushed his bowl away. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Hiro asked. "Then why did you sleep over here? Why aren't you with Yuki?"
Shuichi looked down at the table and started to trace the design in the table cloth. "What, I can't visit my friend?"
"At 3 am? Shuichi, you never visit me that late at night. Besides, you sure as hell didn't look like 'nothing' last night. What's going on?" Shuichi still didn't make eye contact with Hiro.
"I'd rather not discuss it right now. It's nothing to worry about."
Hiro shrugged and turned back to his noodles. "All right then. But just to let you know, I gave Yuki a little visit last night."
Shuichi stood up. "You did what?!?", he exclaimed.
Hiro continued to eat. "I was worried about you, so I went by Yuki's to see what was up."
"How dare you do something like that, Hiro! When I say I don't want to talk about it, I don't mean to go behind my back and find out for yourself! What kind of friend are you?" Shuichi was furious.
"What kind of friend am I? What kind of friend am I?!? I'm the kind of friend that will take you in at 3 am, see that something is dangerously wrong and forfeits their sleep to find out what that something is! I had to go see Yuki last night, Shuichi. I couldn't wait until you felt like telling me! You're my best friend, my family. And no one is allowed to hurt you. I don't care if it is the great Yuki Eiri. No one hurts my family." Hiro looked Shuichi in the eye. He was tired of always protecting Shuichi without even a thank you. What he did last night was for Shuichi's own benefit. And if he couldn't see it, then that was just too bad. If Hiro hadn't gone out last night, he wouldn't have been able to sleep. Shuichi meant too much to him for Hiro to just 'forget about it'.
Shuichi looked away. "What did Yuki say?"
Hiro sighed. "Not much. He just told me that if I wanted to know what happened to ask you. He said he didn't know why you left. He seemed sincere enough, for Yuki."
Shuichi laughed a bitter laugh. Hiro was taken aback. That was a strange reaction for Shuichi.
"Doesn't know what happened. Heh, for once I have him asking why instead of the other way around. Perhaps his personality has finally rubbed off on me." Shuichi added sarcastically.
They sat in silence for a few min. Hiro silently wondering just what had happened to cause the change in his friend. He'd never known Shuichi to be bitter towards anyone. Why had he started on Yuki?
"So, is there anything you want to talk about?" Hiro finally asked.
"There's nothing to talk about." Shuichi stated. "Yuki pushed me for the last time. And, I'm tired of crying. Completely and totally exhausted. I need a break, that's all."
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Hiro said. He was a little uncertain. This didn't sound like Shuichi at all.
"Hiro, I thought that you would understand. It's not that I don't love Yuki, I do. I just...never mind. It doesn't matter anymore." Shuichi stood up and put his bowl in the sink. "We should go to the studio. Fujisaki said he'd meet us early to work on the new song for the concert. I want to see the look on his face when I actually show up on time."
Shuichi smiled. It was the old Shuichi smile. But something has definitely changed, Hiro thought. And he wasn't sure if it was for the best.
I got up that morning to complete silence. I just lay in bed waiting to hear something other than my own thoughts. It's funny. A couple of months ago I would revel in the fact that I was probably the only person in the world that could be comfortable with his own thoughts. And now I was wondering if someone had been putting something other than tobacco in my cigarettes. I hated listening to my own thoughts. They kept telling me that I was a stupid fool for letting him go like that. And that I was disgusted by the lack of noise that usually filled the apartment at this time in the morning. Shuichi would just be getting out of bed right about now. In fact, at exactly this moment he would have just stubbed his toe on the couch and cried for about two seconds before laughing at how stupid he was to have done it again. Then, he'd come in and wake me up. I, of course, would have just thrown my pillow at him and called him stupid. And he was stupid for waking me up. Didn't he realize that I had worked late into the night trying to finish my new book before the deadline? Not all of us can live like rock stars.
Who are you kidding?, my inner voice spoke up. If there is anyone in this house that lives like a rock star it's you! Stop blaming that kid for what you hate most about yourself.
Shut up, I said to that voice. No one asked for your opinion. Now go away and leave me alone.
Oh sure, now that Shuichi leaves you have to take your anger out on someone else, the voice bantered back. It's fitting that it's yourself.
At that point, I decided that I was officially insane.
"ARGH!" I yelled out loud in my apartment. It echoed once before it died. I listened to the silence a few moments longer, longing for someone to answer my cry. No one did.
"How is it possible that that kid made me crazy? I'm Yuki Eiri. I'm not crazy." I muttered to myself.
As if on cue, that voice answered back. And here you are talking to yourself, isn't that the first sign of insanity?
I knew I had to get out of that empty house. If I stayed here any longer I'd turn into a raving lunatic who talks to inanimate objects. Kinda like Sakuma Ryuichi, Shuichi's favorite singer. I shuddered at the thought. The last thing I wanted to do was compare myself to that idiot. He's about 10 years older than me and he still acts like he is 15. How pathetic. And if I don't get out of this house right now, I'll become just as bad.
I got dressed quickly, ignoring the dog suit I found under the bed, and walked out the door. I lit a cigarette and started walking. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed to walk. Every so often someone would recognize me and ask for an autograph. It was rather annoying. Didn't they realize I had something better to do? I'm Yuki Eiri. I don't do autographs. The fans own enough of my writing, they don't need a random slip of paper with my name on it. I walked for what seemed like forever when I noticed where I was. I looked up and saw the NG building. What the hell was I doing there? What twisted forces of nature led me to the one building where I was guaranteed to see him at least once?
Suddenly, as if an answer to a prayer, Shuichi appeared walking down the street next to Hiro. I stood like a statue, my cigarette almost falling out of my mouth. What the hell is he doing up so early? He never gets up this early, I thought to myself. What kind of game is he playing at? Just then, Shuichi turned and looked in my direction.
"Shit." I muttered. I didn't want him to think I had followed him here. I'm Yuki Eiri. I don't follow anyone. But, I do climb trees.
I jumped up into the nearest cherry blossom tree I could find and hid amongst it's branches. Luckily, it still had some leaves so I was some what hidden from site. Shuichi kept walking, talking to Hiro. He hadn't seen me.
Whew, he didn't see me, I thought in relief.
So.this is how the Great Yuki Eiri gets his prized dignity back. He climbs a tree and hides from the person he supposedly doesn't care about.
Shit, I thought. That voice is back again. But before I could tell the voice that I wasn't hiding, just merely inspecting the tree for a rare type of tree moss as research for my next book, Shuichi walked right underneath. I could hear exactly what he was saying.
"For the last time Hiro, I don't want to get it. Why can't you just drop the subject?"
"How can I drop the subject Shuichi? It's just so bizarre. Yesterday all you could talk about was 'Yuki this' and 'Yuki that' and 'I can't wait to show Yuki my new song'. And today, you act like you've never even met the guy, not to mention once loved him."
Shuichi sighed. "Look Hiro. I know it's hard to believe, but there is a very good reason for my breaking up with Yuki."
At this sentence, I perked up. I wanted to hear what that very good reason was.
"So, do you mind telling me what that very good reason is?" Hiro asked.
"You see, I'm in love with-"
Just then a huge garbage truck came thundering by. I missed what Shuichi told Hiro. I did my best to read his lips, but from up in the tree it became difficult. But that little voice inside of me must have been listening. He filled in the missing blanks for me.
"I'm in love with someone else." That's what the voice told me he said.
How do you know that's what he said? I asked the voice. He could have just said, I'm in love with Pocky for all you know.
The voice remained silent. We both new that I was fooling myself. Shuichi had found someone else. Someone that wasn't me.
I sat in the tree and watched Shuichi walk into the studios. I should have known that was the reason. Why else wouldn't he have fought to keep me from kicking him out? It was because he knew he had someone else to go to. I wasn't needed anymore.
I growled. How dare Shuichi toss me aside. That was my job, not his. If I find out who stole him away from me, they'll wish they had never been born.
I grabbed a branch and snapped it in two. This day just couldn't get any worse. I'm stuck in a tree and I've lost my lo--, no not love, I mean toy. Yes, I've lost my play thing. It was definitely time to get out of this place. I was just about to jump out of this ridiculous tree that I was NOT hiding in, when someone spoke.
"Yuki-san?" it said in bewilderment.
Oh no, I thought. Please God don't let it be-
"Yuki Eiri? What in the name of all that is HOLY are you doing up in that tree?" Asked a tall blonde in a feathery coat.
"Who's in a tree Tohma? Who Who? Kumagoro wants to know, na no da!"
"Research" I stated plainly. "I'm writing a new book about two lovers who meet in the branches of a cherry blossom tree and I was making sure that it would be possible to have a love scene up here. You know, checking to see if there was enough room for two people to move in."
Tohma didn't look convinced. I was beginning to think that my lie hadn't worked when that clown next to him spoke up.
"Hai, Hai Tohma. Shu-chan told me all about it, na no da. Kuma was very interested." He grinned that childish grin of his. I wanted to smack it off his face. Shu-chan?
I jumped down out of the tree and walked over to him. I glared down at him. "Shuichi told you about my story, eh?"
"Hai Hai!" He smiled. "Shu-chan came over last week and he told me all about it! We always have fun when we hang out, don't we Kuma?" He nodded his pink bunny in agreement. It only furthered my anger. Over last week?, I thought. He told me he had a late rehearsal that night. Could it be.could it be possible that he left me for HIM!?!?
I stood there clenching and unclenching my fists debating on whether I should deck him now, or drag him off somewhere not in plain sight. Tohma could see my anger rising and quickly intervened.
"Come on, Ryuichi. We have to go inside and start practicing on that new song for the concert in a few days. Let's go."
Ryuichi smiled. "Hai Hai!" He then turned and looked at me. It looked like he was going to say something serious when he took his pink bunny's arm and waved bye-bye to me. That was almost my breaking point.
"Good luck in your research, Eiri-san." Tohma called back as he took the crazy moron by the hand and led him into the building. I just stood there on the sidewalk, my temperature rising. So, I thought. Sakuma Ryuichi is who you pick. Well, don't think you've won yet. I'm still not giving up.
Ah, so now you care?
That stupid voice. I'm going to kill it one day.
Of course not, I told it. I just don't like Sakuma-sans face. And besides, I haven't had a real fight in ages.
Sure, the voice said. We'll see.
Oh yes, that we shall.
Once again, thanks for the reviews.really boost my ego. Heh, like it needs more inflation. Hope you like this next section. Now I gotta think where I'm going from here.
Think..think.think
Ninja monkeys sound good ;)
The sun was up by the time Hiro made it back to his apartment. He had spent the last few hours in a bar near Yuki's house trying to figure it all out in his mind. He was sure something had happened. Shuichi was always up beat and perky. That's what he loved best about his best friend. Whenever something horrible happened, he rebounded with even more of the fun loving energy that entranced all the teenage fans in the audience. That's what had him so confused. He just couldn't understand the look in Shuichi's eyes last night.
It was true what he told Yuki. Shuichi did looked the same as that night when he called Hiro to pick him up off the street after Aziwa's goons had their way with him. Eyes so full of sadness, not like the real Shuichi at all. But there was something else. His voice. When Hiro had talked to him that night, his voice had a cry to it. It just made Hiro want to cry himself, cry for the pain his poor friend should not have suffered. But this time, the tone was different. He barely recognized it as Shuichi's. It was flat. No substance at all. That's what really scared him. He'd never heard Shuichi like that before and he never wanted to hear it again.
That's why he thought Yuki had physically hurt Shuichi. And Hiro wouldn't put it past the guy. I mean, look at him, Hiro thought. His demeanor screams of violence and heart ache. Yet, when he's around Shuichi, it changes. It becomes softer, more forgiving. So why the hell would Shuichi run away like that? It makes no sense. And the way Yuki looked confirmed that he hadn't touched him. The man was in pain, it was obvious. Not to mention the fact he almost bit my head off when I suggested he hurt him, Hiro thought rubbing his neck.
"Man, I hope he didn't leave any bruises." Hiro muttered, looking at a mirror that was hanging in the hallway of his apartment complex. "Ayaka's gonna think I was up to something with Yuki. Oh, that's just what I need. 'How dare you get further with Yuki than I did.' Sheesh, one fight I'd like to avoid is Yuki Eiri."
So what the hell exactly happened? Hiro didn't know the answer to that one. But there was only one way to find out. And that was to ask Shuichi.
Hiro opened the door to his apartment and cried out, "Honey, I'm home!"
No answer.
Huh, that's weird, Hiro thought. Someone should be around.
"Hello?" Hiro tried again. Suddenly a pink-haired blob bounced out of the kitchen.
"Hemph mrmph temph!"
"Swallow first, then say hello." Hiro instructed.
"Sorry, Hiro. I was downing a huge scoop of ramen noodles when you called. I almost choked!" Shuichi grinned. Hiro had to smile back. Who couldn't feel like smiling when Shuichi smiled? It was catching.
"It's ok, Shuichi. Got any more left in the pot?"
"Oh yea!" Shuichi exclaimed, turning back into the kitchen. "I made like three bags worth! I was really hungry when I got up this morning."
Shuichi got a bowl down and filled it with noodles. He handed them to Hiro and sat down across from him, grabbed his bowl and resumed eating his ramen.
"Hey Shuichi?"
"Yea?" Shuichi muttered in between his huge mouthfuls of ramen.
"What happened last night?"
Shuichi put his spoon down and pushed his bowl away. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Hiro asked. "Then why did you sleep over here? Why aren't you with Yuki?"
Shuichi looked down at the table and started to trace the design in the table cloth. "What, I can't visit my friend?"
"At 3 am? Shuichi, you never visit me that late at night. Besides, you sure as hell didn't look like 'nothing' last night. What's going on?" Shuichi still didn't make eye contact with Hiro.
"I'd rather not discuss it right now. It's nothing to worry about."
Hiro shrugged and turned back to his noodles. "All right then. But just to let you know, I gave Yuki a little visit last night."
Shuichi stood up. "You did what?!?", he exclaimed.
Hiro continued to eat. "I was worried about you, so I went by Yuki's to see what was up."
"How dare you do something like that, Hiro! When I say I don't want to talk about it, I don't mean to go behind my back and find out for yourself! What kind of friend are you?" Shuichi was furious.
"What kind of friend am I? What kind of friend am I?!? I'm the kind of friend that will take you in at 3 am, see that something is dangerously wrong and forfeits their sleep to find out what that something is! I had to go see Yuki last night, Shuichi. I couldn't wait until you felt like telling me! You're my best friend, my family. And no one is allowed to hurt you. I don't care if it is the great Yuki Eiri. No one hurts my family." Hiro looked Shuichi in the eye. He was tired of always protecting Shuichi without even a thank you. What he did last night was for Shuichi's own benefit. And if he couldn't see it, then that was just too bad. If Hiro hadn't gone out last night, he wouldn't have been able to sleep. Shuichi meant too much to him for Hiro to just 'forget about it'.
Shuichi looked away. "What did Yuki say?"
Hiro sighed. "Not much. He just told me that if I wanted to know what happened to ask you. He said he didn't know why you left. He seemed sincere enough, for Yuki."
Shuichi laughed a bitter laugh. Hiro was taken aback. That was a strange reaction for Shuichi.
"Doesn't know what happened. Heh, for once I have him asking why instead of the other way around. Perhaps his personality has finally rubbed off on me." Shuichi added sarcastically.
They sat in silence for a few min. Hiro silently wondering just what had happened to cause the change in his friend. He'd never known Shuichi to be bitter towards anyone. Why had he started on Yuki?
"So, is there anything you want to talk about?" Hiro finally asked.
"There's nothing to talk about." Shuichi stated. "Yuki pushed me for the last time. And, I'm tired of crying. Completely and totally exhausted. I need a break, that's all."
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Hiro said. He was a little uncertain. This didn't sound like Shuichi at all.
"Hiro, I thought that you would understand. It's not that I don't love Yuki, I do. I just...never mind. It doesn't matter anymore." Shuichi stood up and put his bowl in the sink. "We should go to the studio. Fujisaki said he'd meet us early to work on the new song for the concert. I want to see the look on his face when I actually show up on time."
Shuichi smiled. It was the old Shuichi smile. But something has definitely changed, Hiro thought. And he wasn't sure if it was for the best.
I got up that morning to complete silence. I just lay in bed waiting to hear something other than my own thoughts. It's funny. A couple of months ago I would revel in the fact that I was probably the only person in the world that could be comfortable with his own thoughts. And now I was wondering if someone had been putting something other than tobacco in my cigarettes. I hated listening to my own thoughts. They kept telling me that I was a stupid fool for letting him go like that. And that I was disgusted by the lack of noise that usually filled the apartment at this time in the morning. Shuichi would just be getting out of bed right about now. In fact, at exactly this moment he would have just stubbed his toe on the couch and cried for about two seconds before laughing at how stupid he was to have done it again. Then, he'd come in and wake me up. I, of course, would have just thrown my pillow at him and called him stupid. And he was stupid for waking me up. Didn't he realize that I had worked late into the night trying to finish my new book before the deadline? Not all of us can live like rock stars.
Who are you kidding?, my inner voice spoke up. If there is anyone in this house that lives like a rock star it's you! Stop blaming that kid for what you hate most about yourself.
Shut up, I said to that voice. No one asked for your opinion. Now go away and leave me alone.
Oh sure, now that Shuichi leaves you have to take your anger out on someone else, the voice bantered back. It's fitting that it's yourself.
At that point, I decided that I was officially insane.
"ARGH!" I yelled out loud in my apartment. It echoed once before it died. I listened to the silence a few moments longer, longing for someone to answer my cry. No one did.
"How is it possible that that kid made me crazy? I'm Yuki Eiri. I'm not crazy." I muttered to myself.
As if on cue, that voice answered back. And here you are talking to yourself, isn't that the first sign of insanity?
I knew I had to get out of that empty house. If I stayed here any longer I'd turn into a raving lunatic who talks to inanimate objects. Kinda like Sakuma Ryuichi, Shuichi's favorite singer. I shuddered at the thought. The last thing I wanted to do was compare myself to that idiot. He's about 10 years older than me and he still acts like he is 15. How pathetic. And if I don't get out of this house right now, I'll become just as bad.
I got dressed quickly, ignoring the dog suit I found under the bed, and walked out the door. I lit a cigarette and started walking. I didn't know where I was going, I just needed to walk. Every so often someone would recognize me and ask for an autograph. It was rather annoying. Didn't they realize I had something better to do? I'm Yuki Eiri. I don't do autographs. The fans own enough of my writing, they don't need a random slip of paper with my name on it. I walked for what seemed like forever when I noticed where I was. I looked up and saw the NG building. What the hell was I doing there? What twisted forces of nature led me to the one building where I was guaranteed to see him at least once?
Suddenly, as if an answer to a prayer, Shuichi appeared walking down the street next to Hiro. I stood like a statue, my cigarette almost falling out of my mouth. What the hell is he doing up so early? He never gets up this early, I thought to myself. What kind of game is he playing at? Just then, Shuichi turned and looked in my direction.
"Shit." I muttered. I didn't want him to think I had followed him here. I'm Yuki Eiri. I don't follow anyone. But, I do climb trees.
I jumped up into the nearest cherry blossom tree I could find and hid amongst it's branches. Luckily, it still had some leaves so I was some what hidden from site. Shuichi kept walking, talking to Hiro. He hadn't seen me.
Whew, he didn't see me, I thought in relief.
So.this is how the Great Yuki Eiri gets his prized dignity back. He climbs a tree and hides from the person he supposedly doesn't care about.
Shit, I thought. That voice is back again. But before I could tell the voice that I wasn't hiding, just merely inspecting the tree for a rare type of tree moss as research for my next book, Shuichi walked right underneath. I could hear exactly what he was saying.
"For the last time Hiro, I don't want to get it. Why can't you just drop the subject?"
"How can I drop the subject Shuichi? It's just so bizarre. Yesterday all you could talk about was 'Yuki this' and 'Yuki that' and 'I can't wait to show Yuki my new song'. And today, you act like you've never even met the guy, not to mention once loved him."
Shuichi sighed. "Look Hiro. I know it's hard to believe, but there is a very good reason for my breaking up with Yuki."
At this sentence, I perked up. I wanted to hear what that very good reason was.
"So, do you mind telling me what that very good reason is?" Hiro asked.
"You see, I'm in love with-"
Just then a huge garbage truck came thundering by. I missed what Shuichi told Hiro. I did my best to read his lips, but from up in the tree it became difficult. But that little voice inside of me must have been listening. He filled in the missing blanks for me.
"I'm in love with someone else." That's what the voice told me he said.
How do you know that's what he said? I asked the voice. He could have just said, I'm in love with Pocky for all you know.
The voice remained silent. We both new that I was fooling myself. Shuichi had found someone else. Someone that wasn't me.
I sat in the tree and watched Shuichi walk into the studios. I should have known that was the reason. Why else wouldn't he have fought to keep me from kicking him out? It was because he knew he had someone else to go to. I wasn't needed anymore.
I growled. How dare Shuichi toss me aside. That was my job, not his. If I find out who stole him away from me, they'll wish they had never been born.
I grabbed a branch and snapped it in two. This day just couldn't get any worse. I'm stuck in a tree and I've lost my lo--, no not love, I mean toy. Yes, I've lost my play thing. It was definitely time to get out of this place. I was just about to jump out of this ridiculous tree that I was NOT hiding in, when someone spoke.
"Yuki-san?" it said in bewilderment.
Oh no, I thought. Please God don't let it be-
"Yuki Eiri? What in the name of all that is HOLY are you doing up in that tree?" Asked a tall blonde in a feathery coat.
"Who's in a tree Tohma? Who Who? Kumagoro wants to know, na no da!"
"Research" I stated plainly. "I'm writing a new book about two lovers who meet in the branches of a cherry blossom tree and I was making sure that it would be possible to have a love scene up here. You know, checking to see if there was enough room for two people to move in."
Tohma didn't look convinced. I was beginning to think that my lie hadn't worked when that clown next to him spoke up.
"Hai, Hai Tohma. Shu-chan told me all about it, na no da. Kuma was very interested." He grinned that childish grin of his. I wanted to smack it off his face. Shu-chan?
I jumped down out of the tree and walked over to him. I glared down at him. "Shuichi told you about my story, eh?"
"Hai Hai!" He smiled. "Shu-chan came over last week and he told me all about it! We always have fun when we hang out, don't we Kuma?" He nodded his pink bunny in agreement. It only furthered my anger. Over last week?, I thought. He told me he had a late rehearsal that night. Could it be.could it be possible that he left me for HIM!?!?
I stood there clenching and unclenching my fists debating on whether I should deck him now, or drag him off somewhere not in plain sight. Tohma could see my anger rising and quickly intervened.
"Come on, Ryuichi. We have to go inside and start practicing on that new song for the concert in a few days. Let's go."
Ryuichi smiled. "Hai Hai!" He then turned and looked at me. It looked like he was going to say something serious when he took his pink bunny's arm and waved bye-bye to me. That was almost my breaking point.
"Good luck in your research, Eiri-san." Tohma called back as he took the crazy moron by the hand and led him into the building. I just stood there on the sidewalk, my temperature rising. So, I thought. Sakuma Ryuichi is who you pick. Well, don't think you've won yet. I'm still not giving up.
Ah, so now you care?
That stupid voice. I'm going to kill it one day.
Of course not, I told it. I just don't like Sakuma-sans face. And besides, I haven't had a real fight in ages.
Sure, the voice said. We'll see.
Oh yes, that we shall.
Once again, thanks for the reviews.really boost my ego. Heh, like it needs more inflation. Hope you like this next section. Now I gotta think where I'm going from here.
Think..think.think
Ninja monkeys sound good ;)
