I like this chapter for some odd reason, not quite sure as to why, yet, but I do. Yeah. Anyway, thanks as always for reviewing, and just a note… PLAY TETRIS! Yup. Anyone who owned a Game Boy of some description, play Tetris. I used to play it a lot when I was younger… sad thing is that my strategy hasn't changed much and it really is quite a strangely addictive game. But, even with that said, there's no Ryu to perve on in Tetris, so DOA it is.
He heard a pattering of footsteps on the cool tiles and knew instantly that it was Hayate. He turned away as his friend approached, his eyes averting to the setting sun fading over the horizon. "Had a guess that you'd be here, but not in such plain view. What's going on?"
He remained silent. I think my mouth has betrayed me enough today so far. Silence can't hurt anybody, after all.
The tiles shifted slightly as Hayate sat down beside him. "Turn your head for a minute,"
Despite not wanting to wholeheartedly, he did reluctantly. Hayate whistled softly. "Your dad did a good job that time,"
He nodded once before turning away, eyes drifting back to the sunset.
"Not in a talking mood, huh?" Hayate put his hands behind his head, leaning back against the curve of the roof. "Pretty comfortable up here, considering. You often come up here?"
Shrugging absently, he found an interesting pattern on the tiles to examine closely.
"You can't say I'm not trying, Ryu," Normally honey brown eyes, shining an eerie shade of gold with the setting sun stared intently at him. He shrugged again. Never said that I was planning on it. What would that be, just another thing for me to hold against you? Is that what you were anticipating?
"Well… if you're not going to talk then I'll head off. Ayane won't wait for me forever. I just wanted to see that you were alright, but you obviously are," Hayate stood up.
Hayate's presence suddenly leaving from next to him sent a shiver up his spine, causing him to curl up a bit tighter. Apparently, Hayate had been a wind-block.
As his friend was about to go, he put a hand on his friend's foot, mentally saying 'Don't go'.
"You have a mouth. Why don't you use it?" Hayate sat down. "But regardless, I can't stay forever. Ayane will just go after too long,"
I've said enough things I regret. I don't want to say anymore. Not now, not ever. They always come back to haunt me.
He felt almost… childish, acting like this. But he was suddenly feeling vulnerable, more so then usual. As though his confession to Ayane had bared his soul for the world to see. Dropping his head and resting it on his knees, which were pulled up to his chest, he let his hair fall down, masking his face from view.
"You look like a poor representation of a hairy bogey monster or something," Hayate pointed out helpfully. Thanks, Hayate.
"I don't know why I told her," he said finally, more into his knees then anything else.
"It speaks!" Hayate exclaimed. "So. Why so?"
"Why do you think?" he asked bitterly.
A pause. "Well, to be honest, I don't know. You knew that she was going to probably say no, taking into account that it is Ayane you were talking about,"
"Exactly. That's why I don't know why I told her,"
"Because it's true," Hayate said softly.
Yes, it is. Even though it wasn't supposed to be, and I never wanted it to be. The only person you can depend on is yourself, because everyone else has emotions which you can't read. They act on impulses and are unpredictable. Don't always act the way you want them to. At least with yourself, you act the way you want to, come across the way you act. Everything leads back to your actions.
And besides. Whenever you place your faith in someone, you'll always get hurt eventually. From unrequited feelings, to losing them or guilt of them eventually losing you. People can hurt others so easily without meaning to or even realising it.
That's why people should stay away from others. That way they can make sure that they don't hurt anybody else with their own thoughtless or even not so thoughtless actions…
He raised his eyes to meet Hayate's gaze. "I think you should go. Ayane is probably becoming impatient,"
Hayate nodded. "You know I'm there if you want to talk to me," his friend said finally.
You always are there, no matter what I say to make you go away. You're just that sort of person. A good person. The world needs more of them, but sometimes…
I wonder if the world needs less of them. Just an example of the poor person I am. But it does make me wonder. Why do you stay with me, Hayate? After everything I've said to you. I'm not a good friend to you, yet for some reason you always forgive me and come back. Just. That statement about Irene's death is still bothering you.
But you don't go away. You are always there for me. I don't understand.
"I understand," he said finally.
Hayate smiled; a sad smile which didn't make it to his eyes. "Well, I'm off,"
He watched his friend jump deftly off the roof and walk back to the front of the house, still just visible, where Ayane was standing. Yes, she looked impatient, alright. She's reading the English Literature text. She must have truly had nothing else to do.
Brother and sister walked down the street, unaware of the emerald eyes watching their every move.