Author:Ah, has it already been that long since I update?! . Shame on me! Sorry, I've been stuck on chapter 8, but since that one is flowing nicely, I've decided to post this one.
First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to all my reviewers, who're showing me that somebody do care about the crap I write! -
Omakase: glomps Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! XD That's so sweet of you. You have a great writing style yourself! You should write more YA fic! There will never be enough of those. Ken and Aya Ghosts will be making their appearance soon. I suspect that they will haunt us relatively short, compared to Omi that is. Ah well. We'll see.
Queen of Shadows: XD Will the writer ever stop being lazy and post more chapters? Indeed, many questions still remain.
Gale: You're absolutely right. Christmas is celebrated outrageously in Europe as well. The reason I've described it as american, is because in the asian mind anything western almost automatically becomes american. America sorta symbolizes anything western. Did that make any sense?
mangababe: Yay! You finally see why those two belong together! Kudos to you. XD In their own way those two are both just too beautiful/handsome/sexy to be real.
Manx: Thanks for reviewing my short poem-ish stories. The reason Boys Don't Cry worked out that way, is probably because I was feeling pretty down myself at the moment and thus unleashed my wrath on Aya. ;; The poem is indeed a little dark for a boy....unless Aya had his angsty streak from childhood. I don't know. Personally, I remember being pretty angsty already when I was a kid.
Foxie: Thanks for the review for Boys Don't Cry!
Now on with the fic, before my comments really do end up longer than the chapter itself! Enjoy!
A Christmas Wish
-Chapter 7: Fate's a bitch-
I only had enough time to see the first sentence of the letter, before the world seemed to once again speed forward in a giant blur and I found myself in a bedroom. The first word that popped into my head was the word black. Simple black furniture decorated all corners of the royally spaced room. It looked uninhabited, except for the rows of books on the planks above the desk. It's simplicity and the choice of colors made me conclude that the room belonged to a guy.
When the surprise about my new location wore off, I practically growled in frustration.
"Damn it." I really wanted to know what Yotan, as I've dubbed my former self, wrote in the coffeeshop.
I turned to Omi for an answer.
"What else did he write in that letter? And why couldn't you wait until I've read the whole thing?" I said with a clear tone of annoyance in my voice.
Omi shrugged. "I thought it was obvious what he was going to write."
"Not to me, it wasn't!" I only knew that the letter was addressed to a certain Aya, some innocent girl or the person Yotan mentioned in his previous conversation with Omi and Ken.
"Maa. Be a little patient, Youji-kun. All will be revealed in time."
Just when I was about to say more, Yotan walked into the bedroom. He stood there for a minute, emerald greens roaming and searching. Finally, his eyes settled on the small black bedside table. He retrieved the envelope and the small platinum package he had purchased previously. Both items were then placed on the small table. Giving one last look to ensure the visibility of his gift, he left the room with a satisfied smile and a glint in his eyes.
Wait a minute. I know that glint. It's the light my eyes used to gain with Asuka, the light that shone ever so brightly when I saw her, when I touched and held her in my arms. It's the light that accompanied the small fire inside my heart, whenever…whenever I'm in love.
That's certainly interesting. I'm in love with Aya. And the gift really was meant for this mysterious guy with a girly name. It's not too much of a surprise, I suppose. I have always appreciated the beauty of both genders. During the brief time of my marriage, I had stayed faithful to Asuka. When we both agreed no amount of effort should be wasted in our rapidly failing relationship, I had found myself in clubs I didn't remember knowing. I had danced, flirted and eventually brought women and an occasional man to my bed. Where my mind forgot, my body had remembered the familiar touches with a man.
Aya. No faces or glimpses magically appeared when I thought about this name. The room spoke of a neat and precise man, but nothing more. No, wait. That's not true. Aya must also be an attractive man. I hate to admit this, but I am vain when it comes to lovers. I am drawn to beauty like moths to a flame. I don't demand my lovers to be picture perfect. However, they do need to possess a certain beauty or some other force of attraction to gain my attention.
So…How will Aya react? Does he feel the same for me? Will he become my lover?
A gust of wind blew past me and interrupted my little musings. The window had been left open.
If I had any previous doubts about fate being a real bitch, especially to me, they're gone now. As the drapes moved with the wind, it just seemed to grow stronger and stronger. And finally, a particularly strong gust of wind blew my letter off the bedside table to disappear under the bed. My jaw practically unhinged from the astonishment.
When I finally regained from the shock, I stared at Omi.
"You have got to be kidding me here! He is going to find the letter, right?"
There was a very sad feeling on his young face. His baby blues regarded me with deep sympathy and sorrow.
"I'm sorry, Youji-kun."
I looked again at the darkness where the letter must be and reached out. It didn't come as a complete surprise when I couldn't touch the letter no matter how hard I tried.
I sat on the ground dumbfounded. Moments passed in silence, before a bitter laugh escaped my throat. Why should I be surprised? I wouldn't have luck with me, even if hell freezes over. Wandering aimless around town with absolutely no idea who I am for the past year, should have already testified to that.
A hand gently gripped my shoulder. I turned around to see that Omi had crouched down beside me.
"He will find it, Youji-kun." The almost blinding feeling of rage filled me.
"When, Omi? When I'm old and gray? What sort of good will that do me then? What sort of guide are you, if you can't do a damn thing to change all this?!"
He flinched and I regretted lashing out all my anger and frustration at him.
"Omi, I...."
He interrupted. "In a few years, he will find it." He said the last with determination and promise in his voice.And yet, the knowledge had failed to be comforting. But it was all I had, wasn't it? No matter how hard I yelled or cried, this was it. In the meantime, I could only hope that my younger self would express his feelings in some other way...before it's too late.
First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to all my reviewers, who're showing me that somebody do care about the crap I write! -
Omakase: glomps Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! XD That's so sweet of you. You have a great writing style yourself! You should write more YA fic! There will never be enough of those. Ken and Aya Ghosts will be making their appearance soon. I suspect that they will haunt us relatively short, compared to Omi that is. Ah well. We'll see.
Queen of Shadows: XD Will the writer ever stop being lazy and post more chapters? Indeed, many questions still remain.
Gale: You're absolutely right. Christmas is celebrated outrageously in Europe as well. The reason I've described it as american, is because in the asian mind anything western almost automatically becomes american. America sorta symbolizes anything western. Did that make any sense?
mangababe: Yay! You finally see why those two belong together! Kudos to you. XD In their own way those two are both just too beautiful/handsome/sexy to be real.
Manx: Thanks for reviewing my short poem-ish stories. The reason Boys Don't Cry worked out that way, is probably because I was feeling pretty down myself at the moment and thus unleashed my wrath on Aya. ;; The poem is indeed a little dark for a boy....unless Aya had his angsty streak from childhood. I don't know. Personally, I remember being pretty angsty already when I was a kid.
Foxie: Thanks for the review for Boys Don't Cry!
Now on with the fic, before my comments really do end up longer than the chapter itself! Enjoy!
A Christmas Wish
-Chapter 7: Fate's a bitch-
I only had enough time to see the first sentence of the letter, before the world seemed to once again speed forward in a giant blur and I found myself in a bedroom. The first word that popped into my head was the word black. Simple black furniture decorated all corners of the royally spaced room. It looked uninhabited, except for the rows of books on the planks above the desk. It's simplicity and the choice of colors made me conclude that the room belonged to a guy.
When the surprise about my new location wore off, I practically growled in frustration.
"Damn it." I really wanted to know what Yotan, as I've dubbed my former self, wrote in the coffeeshop.
I turned to Omi for an answer.
"What else did he write in that letter? And why couldn't you wait until I've read the whole thing?" I said with a clear tone of annoyance in my voice.
Omi shrugged. "I thought it was obvious what he was going to write."
"Not to me, it wasn't!" I only knew that the letter was addressed to a certain Aya, some innocent girl or the person Yotan mentioned in his previous conversation with Omi and Ken.
"Maa. Be a little patient, Youji-kun. All will be revealed in time."
Just when I was about to say more, Yotan walked into the bedroom. He stood there for a minute, emerald greens roaming and searching. Finally, his eyes settled on the small black bedside table. He retrieved the envelope and the small platinum package he had purchased previously. Both items were then placed on the small table. Giving one last look to ensure the visibility of his gift, he left the room with a satisfied smile and a glint in his eyes.
Wait a minute. I know that glint. It's the light my eyes used to gain with Asuka, the light that shone ever so brightly when I saw her, when I touched and held her in my arms. It's the light that accompanied the small fire inside my heart, whenever…whenever I'm in love.
That's certainly interesting. I'm in love with Aya. And the gift really was meant for this mysterious guy with a girly name. It's not too much of a surprise, I suppose. I have always appreciated the beauty of both genders. During the brief time of my marriage, I had stayed faithful to Asuka. When we both agreed no amount of effort should be wasted in our rapidly failing relationship, I had found myself in clubs I didn't remember knowing. I had danced, flirted and eventually brought women and an occasional man to my bed. Where my mind forgot, my body had remembered the familiar touches with a man.
Aya. No faces or glimpses magically appeared when I thought about this name. The room spoke of a neat and precise man, but nothing more. No, wait. That's not true. Aya must also be an attractive man. I hate to admit this, but I am vain when it comes to lovers. I am drawn to beauty like moths to a flame. I don't demand my lovers to be picture perfect. However, they do need to possess a certain beauty or some other force of attraction to gain my attention.
So…How will Aya react? Does he feel the same for me? Will he become my lover?
A gust of wind blew past me and interrupted my little musings. The window had been left open.
If I had any previous doubts about fate being a real bitch, especially to me, they're gone now. As the drapes moved with the wind, it just seemed to grow stronger and stronger. And finally, a particularly strong gust of wind blew my letter off the bedside table to disappear under the bed. My jaw practically unhinged from the astonishment.
When I finally regained from the shock, I stared at Omi.
"You have got to be kidding me here! He is going to find the letter, right?"
There was a very sad feeling on his young face. His baby blues regarded me with deep sympathy and sorrow.
"I'm sorry, Youji-kun."
I looked again at the darkness where the letter must be and reached out. It didn't come as a complete surprise when I couldn't touch the letter no matter how hard I tried.
I sat on the ground dumbfounded. Moments passed in silence, before a bitter laugh escaped my throat. Why should I be surprised? I wouldn't have luck with me, even if hell freezes over. Wandering aimless around town with absolutely no idea who I am for the past year, should have already testified to that.
A hand gently gripped my shoulder. I turned around to see that Omi had crouched down beside me.
"He will find it, Youji-kun." The almost blinding feeling of rage filled me.
"When, Omi? When I'm old and gray? What sort of good will that do me then? What sort of guide are you, if you can't do a damn thing to change all this?!"
He flinched and I regretted lashing out all my anger and frustration at him.
"Omi, I...."
He interrupted. "In a few years, he will find it." He said the last with determination and promise in his voice.And yet, the knowledge had failed to be comforting. But it was all I had, wasn't it? No matter how hard I yelled or cried, this was it. In the meantime, I could only hope that my younger self would express his feelings in some other way...before it's too late.