Fraudulences Of Words
An Executive Committee Fanfiction By enervate

A/N : Chapter re-edited on 4th of October, 2003, on grammar and organization of paragraphs.

Part One : Inveigh

He came back at last. He did not want to. He remembered those last words clearly as if it were yesterday's reminders.

"You'll come back soon enough."

No. Didn't he walk away, out of the same door, just to prove those words wrong? Didn't he slam that door shut at that face?

The room felt cold to his touch, yes, that strange icy chill that began to dawn on every corner of the room. He felt like he had been whisked away from a beautiful land to this barren world, yes, the world that is what you call Reality. And to return to Reality, it became such a torture to his own mind and physique. He felt like sinking down underneath, six feet under, so that he would not have to die of being frozen solid by the hurting truth.

Tokitoh leaned against the door, his hands still tightly gripping on the doorknob. Sighing heavily, he sank onto the floor, and hugged himself. His eyes surveyed what that he recognized as the living room, his stare painful, his vision cloudy, all blurred by a demonic envision of his own uncertainty. Ah, living Hell it was, damnable world,... call it a lost. He never knew why did he return here, oh no, he swore not to. Never. I would have never want to return to this fucking hell, oh God, what the fuck are you putting me into?? Tokitoh ran a hand through his ruffled hair, and tugged at those unkempt strands. It hurt much. Okay, this is no dream. This is truly a living Hell.

Hell,...

He stared straight from where he sat. He could see the white curtains that framed the door that led to the balcony. Those white translucent curtains flew about gently in the solemn songs of the evening winds. And out there, Tokitoh knew, was a scene that grazed every metropolis in Japan. Everyone outside was hectic, moving fast to catch the Shinkansen [bullet train], exiting those glass sliding doors of magnificent skyscrapers and into the heart of civilization. Those majestic monochrome-plated buildings were soon left vacant for the exception of some OT workers, scribbling furiously as their hands allow on either paper or computer. And from a small distance from those commotion were the equally-busy households, all tucked cozily in this mundane routine.

And yet, it kept all those people out there from the heartache and sorrow that dawned the world since existence of twilight.

Busy as they are, they have somewhere to return to in the end of the day. A place to call home. A place where they belong to.

Speaking about returning,...

And why did he return here?

He never did know why.

Tokitoh's gaze adverted from the scenery outside, and his eyes trailed slowly. There, after the balcony, it would be the kitchen.

The kitchen where he had many times quarreled about the dinner. The kitchen where the latter cooked daily, garbed in the silliest apron, looking like a pretty girl in frills and lace. The kitchen where they shared many meals together...

Tokitoh could almost hear that voice, calling out from a distance. "Tokitoh, get me the spatula. Ah, doumo [Thanks]."

Tokitoh shook his head. No way. Not that voice.

And from the kitchen, his eyes moved again. Down, down, yes, the walkway, and to the living room. There, sat a TV and the ever-faithful PS2 on the rack. The controller was still strewn on the floor, and the 2p controller was still neatly placed on top of the console. Tokitoh bit his lip. Nothing changed since I left here.

Not even the whole place here. It remained the same.

From where the PS2 and its controllers stood, a few chairs were in sight. Two small stools, one single-seat sofa and a three-seat one. Someone love to bury himself in the three-seat, reading boring books, page after page, over and over...

And in that same sofa too, it is where we shared our first kiss, unintentionally.

Tokitoh bit his lips. He could still taste the bitterness interlaced with bliss in that very kiss. He could still remember the sensation of lying there, pressed tightly against another body, drowning in a sense of security that he knew that he had lost. He remembered the happiness, the heavenly feelings that were forbidden, but all unlocked there, together,... two became one.

Tokitoh sighed. The kiss was more than a distant memory. It was like fragments of dust, all broken down, shattered, by a single incident...

He returned, again,... but why? He wanted to prove someone wrong, but he was being proved here instead. He wanted to return, yes, to those arms that he knew he could never belong to again.

Words of advice rang in his head, again, again. This whole ordeal had worn out his physical and mental self. It is now time to rest in a nice comfy bed, and return to where he belonged.

But why, why all this ordeal had to happen to him?

But as he heard a key being entered into the locked door, he almost sighed out, both in elation and depression.

"I will never know why."

End of Part One : Inveigh