Disclaimer: I don't own SD boys, Inoue does. The events that follow are not included in the original plot but enjoy anyway.
Summary: So you think Mitsui has been loveless all his life? Far from it. He was in love, once upon a time. MitRu (Yaoi) Dedicated to all MitRu lovers like me
A/N: This isn't about Neil Gaiman's the Endless. hehehe. But the title does bear the names of his characters in Sandman.
Anyhow, tomorrow's the start of our friggin classes which only goes to say that Apocalypse is just a knock away. You may not be hearing anything from me again for awhile; but if I have the time, I'd like to write some more if not for the hectic shed. I'm a college bud, y'know. . This is un-edited as usual so bear with the errors.
Chapter I: When Little Hisashi First Met His Match
There's the omnipresent apothegm that lingers in the deepest crevices of a lover's holy conviction, 'All mankind love a lover.'-Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Crush...How do you define it? Uhmmm, Let's see...Yesterday I leafed through my handy webster dictionary and looked up its elusive meaning. I noticed that it practically occupied one fourth of the page and almost 89 per cent of the phrases that tried to limit its character wasn't exactly what I averred to find there. At the bottom of the column was printed, 'An infatuation, or the object of it.' Bull's eye. So there you have it. Other definitions produced something like 'To crumple or to pound as to break blah blah blah.' In rudimentary analysis, it simply means--crush is what happens when you rumple dead leaves in your backyard with your sadistic rubber soles and make a creaking sound like this, khkhkhkh...Or anything that sounds closely. Then the word 'crush' is born, together with its winding pedigree of definitions that all suggests the same meaning; destruction.
Infatuation, being described as a certain feeling of euphoria that stimulates hormonal urges, certainly doesn't set itself apart from the other non-amorous meanings of 'crush'. Symptoms may consist the following; Blushing, speechlessness, inexplicable joy, demoniac laughter or maniacal grin, sudden outburst of one's motor mouth, ADHD, adrenaline rush, profuse sweating, numbness, nausea, sickness, fainting, sexual arousal, etc. Its constituents, being unknown, are closely related to the mystical forces of 'attachment.' Ironically, however, effects may/always exhibit the aftermath of devastation.
Epic proportions. Balance. Contradiction.
It jumbles in havoc everything in the equilibrium of nature and metaphysics. In other words, it's a confusion. A systematically hated feeling that gives out a reverse answer to the equation's variables that are inosculated initially to solve the problem. Strictly speaking, there is exultation out of the bad mug.
Get my drift?
Natch.
To expand...
Hisashi Mitsui (the name I am called) was togged out as a crazy, idiotic luke when he fell 'in love' with a rabbit teeth school girl at the fresh age of 7. A fraudulent emotion gashed across his premature and vulnerable chest like a raging razor that was optimized by Cupid, the God of Love. A single, warped wham shot out. First there was a jaw-drop. Then came the dreamy, outlandish gaze in his eyes. Then followed the pointless blush, like an oozing sanguine blood of a slaughtered livestock. A withheld erection (when you're seven, you don't really understand why you always get a stupid stand-up). His reasons froze in idle to prevent them from fabricating into words and actions. Switching his brain from one train of thought to another was prohibited by the girl's misplaced/misunderstood appeal. A temporary lassitude nettled his faculties before the injection of desire took its merciless toll on him. He just went on gawking like a moron at the object of his unaided masturbation. What was there left to do for a 1st grader? How on Earth could he defy the whim of the God of Love who also was the God of Lust? You tell me.
Then the girl passed by. There was pure innocence...subtract the malice, please. Little Hisashi snuck his glance at her direction. Lost for life, he didn't know he was actually stealing the show; his classmates filled their role as the supernumerary cast (extra) to this quasi courting scene. There was an eruption of mocking and facetious cheer loud enough to tumble the building's foundations. 'Hisashi LOVES insert girl's name here 99X' They cried like a pack of sniggering hyenas. The jeering would continue for the next few minutes like a spectroscopic music disc that played nursery rhymes. Just like that, little Hisashi muckamucked and made his name stink from one end of Japan to the other. There was the first discovery regarding the love life of little Hisashi.
He would sneak up behind her on the way to the cafeteria. She would look back with a frown and suspect him of stalking. He would deny it but when the mockers joined the masquerade he would be sensitive and take on the look of a defendant who has no chance of winning the case. Again they would croon harmoniously their favorite rhyme 'Hisashi Loves insert girl's name here'. The girl would just march out and consign the rest of the embarrassment to Little Hisashi, whose knees were all mealy of shame. He just grinned stupidly.
Then there came the inevitable condition of being fed up, y'know; when at last you had garnered the last of your patience and one snap of the string would just dice it. Of course it wasn't really his plan to be the laughingstock of the school for good so he decided to consult...you've guessed it right; the school's counselor as a final resort. It was the last option. He needed to make a resolution out of this childish humdrum. Naturally he ended up confessing that he liked this girl in the class and couldn't help it but to goggle at her like some sexual criminal. The counselor (who allegedly earned a PhD in Psychology in some Tokyo University) focused the problem of little Hisashi's being in love with this girl, instead of lecturing him on how to withstand teasing bastards like his classmates. He told him that it was as natural as winter precedes spring, that it was just an immature stroke of amity, that it would die out soon etc. Then he conducted a fib of an interview on what happened whenever little Hisashi was near her or whenever he came in contact with her, what he felt at those instances, yada yada yada. He never got one word of reassurance from the counselor that the latter would warn his classmates to cease at their foolish mockery; in fact he never mentioned a word about that. But the word did travel by mouth among the educators; not long after, even the teachers would just snicker along once little Hisashi's classmates commenced another set of teasing session concerning his indubitable 'crush' for this girl. Conclusively, that just gained little Hisashi a zero for his efforts and also, he learned that the counselor was a complete idiot and a good for nothing blabber-mouth. Great.
Little Hisashi continued to like her and whine for her for the next few days, weeks, and months. When the vacation came, slowly, he began to dispel any thought of her. Then everything he felt for her faded like the first stray wind that brushed the Earth in Genesis. At last little Hisashi was now free of her enticing aura!
That was the first time. It was a she, mark me. She looked like...I can't really remember (except for the humongous front teeth), but I adored her point blank. For a while, that is.
-Hisashi
TBC