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Title: Ohayo! Chapter 5: Change
Smell of fresh morning air lingers in the air, the birds chirps happily, the sun shows itself; signaling a new day approaches. Eriol opens his eyes as the rays' shines on his face. He sits up and tries to shuffle his yawn.
Eriol gets up of the bed and walks slowly to the kitchen. Breakfast has been prepared on the table. He glances at the refrigerator. True, like what he thought, there is a note pinned on it.
Eriol-kun,
Gomen ne (sorry), I didn't wake you up. You sleep so peacefully that I didn't have the heart to do so. After all, you work in the afternoon, ne (right)? Anyway, don't wait for me because I'll be back by 11. Oh yes, remember today Syaoran moves in!
Yukito
Eriol smiles softly. He takes his bath and a few minutes later, goes into the kitchen again. It's been a few months that he stays with Yukito. And he knows that he makes the right decision.
Yukito has been giving full care and brotherly love to him. He makes Eriol feels like wanted. He makes Eriol found where he really belongs. Here, he feels like home.
Yesterday, he walks past his old house. It has been demolished. To think that there is so much memory in that house- Eriol shakes his head. No! No use reflecting on something that has gone.
He sits at the dining table, and stares into his hot tea. He remembers their conversation last night.
~Flashback~
Yukito gives Eriol his pills and water. Eriol makes a face but reluctantly eats all of them. (I mean every type of it. Not eat the whole bottle. -.-;;) Yukito chuckles, Eriol could really be a kid sometimes.
Yukito breathes deeply. He has something to tell Eriol but he didn't know how to start it. Eriol glances at him.
"What is it?"
Yukito looks up and gives a startled expression. Eriol laughs.
"You have something to say. From your expression, I think it's regarding my health."
"Is it that obvious?" Yukito chuckles. Eriol shrugs.
"Well, you remember that you constantly runs away from proper medical care before, ne? Because of that, your bronchitis has gone to another level. " Both sit silently for a long while.
"It's okay," the soft voice breaks the silence. Yukito turned his head towards his nephew.
"As long as all of you are there for me, I'm sure I'll be all right. After all, I haven't done any good things. If I'm dead now, I'm sure that I'll go straight to hell," Eriol smiles and cracks a joke. He used to be a very good pretender, and still is.
Only his mask has change. Before, it's the mask of solitude, shields himself from the world. Now, it's the mask of a smile, but the truth behind the smile, no one will or should know.
Yukito smiles sadly, somehow he wouldn't fall so easily into Eriol's façade. He somehow do understand how hurt Eriol feels right now, how tired and sick he would feel of his seems to be unending suffers.
~End flashback~
Eriol stands near the window. He watches children playing under the sun, without worry, sadness, and pain ..
"When will all of these end?" He closes his eyes.
"I'm so tired of all this .." Eriol sighs and leans his head on the wall.
* ~ * ~ *
"This," he slams the big baggage down.
"Is my last backpack," Syaoran wipes the sweat of his forehead. Eriol stares at Syaoran's things.
"Do you have to bring so much things?!" Eriol asks in annoyance.
"Apparently, Osaka and Tomoeda are 'quite' far, ne (right)? After all, I stay permanently here," Syaoran, says as matter-of-fact and stares at Eriol.
"Why don't you bring your whole house here," Eriol mutters under his breath. Syaoran pretends that he didn't hear the insult and starts to move his things into his new room. Eriol is just going to pick up a bag when Syaoran snaps at him.
"Put that down. I can do it alone," Syaoran glares at Eriol.
"And may I translate that as, 'you must be tired after bringing my bags into the house. Try to rest or you'll be dead.' Honestly, am I that weak to you?" Eriol glares at Syaoran back. The atmosphere starts to feel tense.
Syaoran growls softly. His brother is very, very stubborn ..
* ~ * ~ *
Eriol wipes the sweat off his brows. He just finishes moping the floor, which is very dirty, thanks to the rain. He glances at Syaoran who is still wiping the tables. Eriol smiles softly when he remembers the 'funny little scene' today.
This morning two 16-years-old girls approach him and start to ask his name, age and even home address. They startle him. The girls start to babble about how cute and extraordinary looking guy he is and so on. He is about to snaps at them when Syaoran comes and tell that 'you have a job to do Eriol.' And when the girls seen Syaoran they start to talk to him endlessly.
Eriol feels both grateful and pity for Syaoran on that time. But then, after watching the girls continuing on pestering his elder brother, Eriol pulls Syaoran and says that, 'the manager wants to see both of us'.
Syaoran wipes the last table. Eriol approach him and both walks into the change room after they removes their equipments. They change into casual clothes; sling their bags on their shoulder and walks home after greeting goodbye to their workmates.
"Good that you remember your umbrella. I don't feel so generous today to share anything with you," Eriol smiles at Syaoran.
Syaoran punches Eriol shoulder lightly. "Since when that you got that attitude?" Eriol rubs his shoulder and raises his eyebrow.
"You insults people with a smiling face," Syaoran sulks. Eriol shrugs his shoulder and smiles. They walk slowly, side by side and holding their own umbrella on one of their hand.
"Anyway, thanks for saving me this morning." Eriol stares at Syaoran.
"Well, no need for that. After all, we need each other, right?" Syaoran turns his head towards Eriol
"You surely are optimistic," Eriol smiles, somehow didn't reach his sad dark blue eyes. Syaoran frowns slightly. He turns his head back to the passageway. "Have you told her?" Syaoran asks.
Eriol shakes his eyes. "I'll somehow will only hurt her in the end. She deserves happiness, not pain . .I . . I don't want to see her cry," he smiles bitterly and looks up to the dark gray sky. And the dark gray sky reminds her of her shiny hair, her scent, and her love ..
Syaoran knits his brows together and stares sadly at Eriol. For someone who is observant enough, they will see the unshed tears in Eriol's eyes. He puts his arms around Eriol's frail shoulder comfortingly as a support. He starts to realize how lucky he is to be able to show his affection for the one he loves so freely.
* ~ * ~ *
"Shouldn't we wait for Yukito-san?"
"Iie (no), unless you want to eat at 11 p.m." Eriol laughs as Syaoran pretends that he have a heart attack. Syaoran stares at Eriol, again.
"Ooi (hey), onii-san (brother). What are you staring at?"
"Aah, Iie (nothing). It's just that you have change. You finally could smile and laughs from the depth of your heart. You are more open about your feelings to other's too-in a way I mean. And you starts to look like the little brother that I used to know," Syaoran smiles. Eriol keeps his expression neutral and his own comment to himself. He's not sure weather he is more open or closed up about his own feeling ..
After seeing Syaoran finishes his food, he collects all of the dirty dishes and washes it. He then shoos Syaoran out of the dining room, insisting his to 'feel comfortable first before getting into the house chores'. Syaoran reluctantly walk out of the room.
* ~ * ~ *
Eriol washes his own hand after finishes washing the dishes. Hearing the noise in the living room, Syaoran must have been playing with FFX-2 (A: That game rocks!). He smiles slightly. All of sudden, his chest begins to hurt as if someone twisted it. His knees slam on the ground and he starts to cough violently.
"*Cough * Syaoran!! *Cough *" he gasps, since when that breathing damn hurt so much? His eyes waters and his head start to hurt badly because of the cough.
"Sy *gasps * Syaoran!! *Cough *" He shouts again. His vision starts to drift in and out of darkness. ~~~
Syaoran feels a chill runs up his spine. Somehow, his heart could tell that something is very wrong. He throws the controller and rushes towards the kitchen. He found Eriol in kneeling position and grasping his chest. His free hand clasped on his mouth as he keeps on coughing.
* ~ * ~ *
"You stay with a doctor and you forget to eat your medicine? How ridiculous things could get? You really still need my care!!" Syaoran puts the blanket on Eriol and wipes off Eriol's sweat from his pale face. Eriol smiles weakly, his eyes closed but he's listening. Right now, he's concentrating on breathing, which haven't turn normal. His right hand clenching his head, god ..it feels like as if it is threatening to burst into pieces.
"And really, what is your weight? I can bring you up so easily! You ought to eat more." Syaoran stares with worry at Eriol. He stares at Eriol thin wrist. It seems that Eriol has lost a lot of weigh since he's out of the hospital.
"Daijoubu desu ka (I'm okay)." He gives a sad smile.
"It's not okay!" Syaoran says weakly. He clenches his fist. Sorrow clearly written in his eyes.
"It's, it's just that you are my first and last brother that I ever have. I, I really don't want to see you suffer so much when you could have all the fun in this world," Syaoran averts his eyes from Eriol.
Eriol holds Syaoran's fist firmly as another less violent but painful cough comes out of his mouth. "I understand," Eriol whispers.
"Sleep, everything will be alright." Syaoran ruffles his brother's hair and walks out of the room. The dark haired teenager slowly closes his eyes.
* * *
Yukito didn't open the light, afraid that he might wakes Syaoran or Eriol up. He walks slowly towards his room when ..
"Yukito-san." Yukito squints in the dark. Someone's silhouette is sitting on the sofa. Analyzing from his green ki, he must be Syaoran.
"Nani?" Yukito speaks softly.
"What's wrong with Eriol? It's-The damn sickness, it's- worse than what it used to be."
"I don't think Eriol will be able to take all this anymore . ." Yukito sighs. Amber eyes turns into a darker shed. "Isn't there any cure?"
"Yes, there is. But even my salary won't be enough to support the long and painful operation. You have to understand, Syaoran. And Eriol is afraid that I'm blaming myself so he always pretends that he is alright and all .." Yukito runs his slender fingers through his white/gray hair.
"Ah," Syaoran says.
~Tsuzuku~
Title: Ohayo! Chapter 5: Change
Smell of fresh morning air lingers in the air, the birds chirps happily, the sun shows itself; signaling a new day approaches. Eriol opens his eyes as the rays' shines on his face. He sits up and tries to shuffle his yawn.
Eriol gets up of the bed and walks slowly to the kitchen. Breakfast has been prepared on the table. He glances at the refrigerator. True, like what he thought, there is a note pinned on it.
Eriol-kun,
Gomen ne (sorry), I didn't wake you up. You sleep so peacefully that I didn't have the heart to do so. After all, you work in the afternoon, ne (right)? Anyway, don't wait for me because I'll be back by 11. Oh yes, remember today Syaoran moves in!
Yukito
Eriol smiles softly. He takes his bath and a few minutes later, goes into the kitchen again. It's been a few months that he stays with Yukito. And he knows that he makes the right decision.
Yukito has been giving full care and brotherly love to him. He makes Eriol feels like wanted. He makes Eriol found where he really belongs. Here, he feels like home.
Yesterday, he walks past his old house. It has been demolished. To think that there is so much memory in that house- Eriol shakes his head. No! No use reflecting on something that has gone.
He sits at the dining table, and stares into his hot tea. He remembers their conversation last night.
~Flashback~
Yukito gives Eriol his pills and water. Eriol makes a face but reluctantly eats all of them. (I mean every type of it. Not eat the whole bottle. -.-;;) Yukito chuckles, Eriol could really be a kid sometimes.
Yukito breathes deeply. He has something to tell Eriol but he didn't know how to start it. Eriol glances at him.
"What is it?"
Yukito looks up and gives a startled expression. Eriol laughs.
"You have something to say. From your expression, I think it's regarding my health."
"Is it that obvious?" Yukito chuckles. Eriol shrugs.
"Well, you remember that you constantly runs away from proper medical care before, ne? Because of that, your bronchitis has gone to another level. " Both sit silently for a long while.
"It's okay," the soft voice breaks the silence. Yukito turned his head towards his nephew.
"As long as all of you are there for me, I'm sure I'll be all right. After all, I haven't done any good things. If I'm dead now, I'm sure that I'll go straight to hell," Eriol smiles and cracks a joke. He used to be a very good pretender, and still is.
Only his mask has change. Before, it's the mask of solitude, shields himself from the world. Now, it's the mask of a smile, but the truth behind the smile, no one will or should know.
Yukito smiles sadly, somehow he wouldn't fall so easily into Eriol's façade. He somehow do understand how hurt Eriol feels right now, how tired and sick he would feel of his seems to be unending suffers.
~End flashback~
Eriol stands near the window. He watches children playing under the sun, without worry, sadness, and pain ..
"When will all of these end?" He closes his eyes.
"I'm so tired of all this .." Eriol sighs and leans his head on the wall.
* ~ * ~ *
"This," he slams the big baggage down.
"Is my last backpack," Syaoran wipes the sweat of his forehead. Eriol stares at Syaoran's things.
"Do you have to bring so much things?!" Eriol asks in annoyance.
"Apparently, Osaka and Tomoeda are 'quite' far, ne (right)? After all, I stay permanently here," Syaoran, says as matter-of-fact and stares at Eriol.
"Why don't you bring your whole house here," Eriol mutters under his breath. Syaoran pretends that he didn't hear the insult and starts to move his things into his new room. Eriol is just going to pick up a bag when Syaoran snaps at him.
"Put that down. I can do it alone," Syaoran glares at Eriol.
"And may I translate that as, 'you must be tired after bringing my bags into the house. Try to rest or you'll be dead.' Honestly, am I that weak to you?" Eriol glares at Syaoran back. The atmosphere starts to feel tense.
Syaoran growls softly. His brother is very, very stubborn ..
* ~ * ~ *
Eriol wipes the sweat off his brows. He just finishes moping the floor, which is very dirty, thanks to the rain. He glances at Syaoran who is still wiping the tables. Eriol smiles softly when he remembers the 'funny little scene' today.
This morning two 16-years-old girls approach him and start to ask his name, age and even home address. They startle him. The girls start to babble about how cute and extraordinary looking guy he is and so on. He is about to snaps at them when Syaoran comes and tell that 'you have a job to do Eriol.' And when the girls seen Syaoran they start to talk to him endlessly.
Eriol feels both grateful and pity for Syaoran on that time. But then, after watching the girls continuing on pestering his elder brother, Eriol pulls Syaoran and says that, 'the manager wants to see both of us'.
Syaoran wipes the last table. Eriol approach him and both walks into the change room after they removes their equipments. They change into casual clothes; sling their bags on their shoulder and walks home after greeting goodbye to their workmates.
"Good that you remember your umbrella. I don't feel so generous today to share anything with you," Eriol smiles at Syaoran.
Syaoran punches Eriol shoulder lightly. "Since when that you got that attitude?" Eriol rubs his shoulder and raises his eyebrow.
"You insults people with a smiling face," Syaoran sulks. Eriol shrugs his shoulder and smiles. They walk slowly, side by side and holding their own umbrella on one of their hand.
"Anyway, thanks for saving me this morning." Eriol stares at Syaoran.
"Well, no need for that. After all, we need each other, right?" Syaoran turns his head towards Eriol
"You surely are optimistic," Eriol smiles, somehow didn't reach his sad dark blue eyes. Syaoran frowns slightly. He turns his head back to the passageway. "Have you told her?" Syaoran asks.
Eriol shakes his eyes. "I'll somehow will only hurt her in the end. She deserves happiness, not pain . .I . . I don't want to see her cry," he smiles bitterly and looks up to the dark gray sky. And the dark gray sky reminds her of her shiny hair, her scent, and her love ..
Syaoran knits his brows together and stares sadly at Eriol. For someone who is observant enough, they will see the unshed tears in Eriol's eyes. He puts his arms around Eriol's frail shoulder comfortingly as a support. He starts to realize how lucky he is to be able to show his affection for the one he loves so freely.
* ~ * ~ *
"Shouldn't we wait for Yukito-san?"
"Iie (no), unless you want to eat at 11 p.m." Eriol laughs as Syaoran pretends that he have a heart attack. Syaoran stares at Eriol, again.
"Ooi (hey), onii-san (brother). What are you staring at?"
"Aah, Iie (nothing). It's just that you have change. You finally could smile and laughs from the depth of your heart. You are more open about your feelings to other's too-in a way I mean. And you starts to look like the little brother that I used to know," Syaoran smiles. Eriol keeps his expression neutral and his own comment to himself. He's not sure weather he is more open or closed up about his own feeling ..
After seeing Syaoran finishes his food, he collects all of the dirty dishes and washes it. He then shoos Syaoran out of the dining room, insisting his to 'feel comfortable first before getting into the house chores'. Syaoran reluctantly walk out of the room.
* ~ * ~ *
Eriol washes his own hand after finishes washing the dishes. Hearing the noise in the living room, Syaoran must have been playing with FFX-2 (A: That game rocks!). He smiles slightly. All of sudden, his chest begins to hurt as if someone twisted it. His knees slam on the ground and he starts to cough violently.
"*Cough * Syaoran!! *Cough *" he gasps, since when that breathing damn hurt so much? His eyes waters and his head start to hurt badly because of the cough.
"Sy *gasps * Syaoran!! *Cough *" He shouts again. His vision starts to drift in and out of darkness. ~~~
Syaoran feels a chill runs up his spine. Somehow, his heart could tell that something is very wrong. He throws the controller and rushes towards the kitchen. He found Eriol in kneeling position and grasping his chest. His free hand clasped on his mouth as he keeps on coughing.
* ~ * ~ *
"You stay with a doctor and you forget to eat your medicine? How ridiculous things could get? You really still need my care!!" Syaoran puts the blanket on Eriol and wipes off Eriol's sweat from his pale face. Eriol smiles weakly, his eyes closed but he's listening. Right now, he's concentrating on breathing, which haven't turn normal. His right hand clenching his head, god ..it feels like as if it is threatening to burst into pieces.
"And really, what is your weight? I can bring you up so easily! You ought to eat more." Syaoran stares with worry at Eriol. He stares at Eriol thin wrist. It seems that Eriol has lost a lot of weigh since he's out of the hospital.
"Daijoubu desu ka (I'm okay)." He gives a sad smile.
"It's not okay!" Syaoran says weakly. He clenches his fist. Sorrow clearly written in his eyes.
"It's, it's just that you are my first and last brother that I ever have. I, I really don't want to see you suffer so much when you could have all the fun in this world," Syaoran averts his eyes from Eriol.
Eriol holds Syaoran's fist firmly as another less violent but painful cough comes out of his mouth. "I understand," Eriol whispers.
"Sleep, everything will be alright." Syaoran ruffles his brother's hair and walks out of the room. The dark haired teenager slowly closes his eyes.
* * *
Yukito didn't open the light, afraid that he might wakes Syaoran or Eriol up. He walks slowly towards his room when ..
"Yukito-san." Yukito squints in the dark. Someone's silhouette is sitting on the sofa. Analyzing from his green ki, he must be Syaoran.
"Nani?" Yukito speaks softly.
"What's wrong with Eriol? It's-The damn sickness, it's- worse than what it used to be."
"I don't think Eriol will be able to take all this anymore . ." Yukito sighs. Amber eyes turns into a darker shed. "Isn't there any cure?"
"Yes, there is. But even my salary won't be enough to support the long and painful operation. You have to understand, Syaoran. And Eriol is afraid that I'm blaming myself so he always pretends that he is alright and all .." Yukito runs his slender fingers through his white/gray hair.
"Ah," Syaoran says.
~Tsuzuku~