Title: Strange Feelings
By: Kimika
Disclaimer: Me no own Gravitation, Gravitation no own me.
A/N: Here goes chapter three. This was a hard one to write…Really hard. It might sound a bit stupid too. Oh well.
Kibethan, I'm so touched that you actually read! Thank you, thank you! And about Shuichi, you'll need to read this chappie to find out.
Shani-chan, aren't ya a little over reacting? I'm not amazing at all x.x
Chapter 3 - Embarrassed
Hiro's POV
Yesterday was the most humiliating day in my entire life. Of all the places in the world, K had to take me to Odaiba Amusement Park! Where everyone could see me! I hope no one recognized me. If someone did it will be really hard to explain.
When we were pushed in the line...K kept me from falling. I know it didn't mean anything to him but it did to me. I was so nervous. I could feel my heartbeat race. Breathing also felt strange. Breathing is usually done automatically but when he was holding me like that…It was like I needed to remember to breathe.
Also, I found a crumpled piece of paper in my coat pocket. It was the phone number of that man that kissed my hand. Disgusting!
How the hell did he get that in anyway?!
I had some leftovers of make-up on my face. I stood in front of the sink for an hour now trying to wash it off. I was late for work. I hope this comes off soon…Dammit.
I walked into the recording room. Shuichi was sitting on a chair with a news paper in his hands, K was polishing his gun while standing and Fujisaki was near his synthesizer. They were all staring at me now.
"You're late. Where have you been?" Suguru asked. His tone was a bit suspicious.
Shuichi hid the news paper he was holding behind his back. I started walking towards him and he got up. He started pacing backwards. "Ne, Hiro…What were you doing till now?" he kept on walking in reverse; little drops of sweat appeared and rolled down his face.
"What's going on?" I asked walked faster to my best friend. Shuichi got to the wall. He's got no escape now! "Hiro!" he cried. I snatched the news paper-magazine from between his hands and started reading.
Bad Luck's guitarist – A girl?!
What does a skirt, a wig and good make-up have to do with Hiroshi Nakano?
Nakano Hiroshi, the guitarist of the successful band - Bad Luck, was seen yesterday in Odaiba Amusement Part dressed up as a girl. "At first it was hard to recognize him, but it was obviously him" a witness informed me. What is the meaning of his actions you ask? Nobody knows.
We interviewed a fan girl that spotted Nakano, Yolei Chawa.
What did he look like?
"He looked dazing; even as a girl. He didn't look cheap at all." She says.
"He seemed upset, and angry. Maybe it wasn't done out of free will" she added.
Was he seen with anyone else?
"Yes, he was followed by a tall blond man that had a gun on him. His personal guard I believe"…
I stopped reading. I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the news paper on the floor and walked outside the room.
"Hiro! Stop!!!" Shuichi yelled but I guess K or Suguru stopped him from following me. It's better this way. I wouldn't be able to explain everything to him.
I climbed up the stairs to the roof of the building. I never went up there before. I needed to think.
How did they recognize me? Why? This is going to ruin my whole reputation! I won't be able to show my face in public anymore. Why did I accept that stupid bet and didn't quit while I could?
All bad things have to happen all at once. My life just seems to go down the drain right now.
I leaned my elbows on the railing and held my head.
I looked down at all the small cars and the people running around in the streets. Worrying about simple things like forgetting their umbrella at home or going to pick up their children. I'm sure none of those people down there need to worry about waking up in the next morning and see other people pointing at them and laughing behind their backs…
I slapped myself mentally. I was being selfish. Of course there are. I should be happy that I need to worry about little things like reputation. I realized that I should suck it in like a man. So what if I have less fans now? So what if I'm not as loved? So what if my life sucks? So what if K doesn't love me? "So what…" I mumbled to myself.
"So what, what?" it was K's voice. He was behind me, holding his gun.
I looked behind my shoulder to take a glance at him. The strong wind was striking his face. I sighed to myself and turned my head back again to look at the street below.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he said quietly and I thought he meant the city.
"Yes it is…Standing from here, I can't hear anything. It seems peaceful somehow…" I said and looked back at him. To my surprise he wasn't looking to the distance. He was staring at me. He had no expression on his face. I was quiet for a moment. Why is he looking at me like that?
"Hiro, do you like me?" he asked and put in gun down.
"What?! Why would I like--"
"You didn't answer…"
"…"
"I'm asking you this because I like you Nakano. You're a good friend".
Good friend…Just a good friend…
"I'm sorry for making that bet with you, and I just want you to know that Tohma is taking care of everything right now. He'll tell the press it was just someone that looked like you. I'm sorry". He still had the same expressionless expression.
"I don't need his help or your pity" I spat.
His words echoed in my mind. Good friend. I know that's everything I am for him. I'm Just a good friend to hang out with. But hearing it from him, it breaks my heart.
He pointed his gun at my head. He put on the best smile he could muster and said "Heh! Now, now, let's come down. You need to rehearse!" He was still smiling and placed his gun closer to my temple. His mood changed pretty fast.
I rolled my eyes. The whole pointing-gun-at-me stopped working a long time ago. I went with him though. No use of staying up there.
When K asked me if I like him I…I almost snapped. I feared he might find out what I feel for him.
I try to hide what I feel. I try to pretend I feel nothing for him but friendship. But…
Pretending is so hard. How can I keep on pretending I'm just K's friend? Just a friend…Do you know the feeling? You want to be held close by the one you love but he just sees you as a friend. It hurts.
Sometimes, I want to yell in his face 'I love you!' and see how he reacts. But I won't…Being the coward I am. Trying to act all cool but eventually that's what I am. A coward.
We're standing outside the recording room now. I can hear Fujisaki playing tunes with his keyboard and Shuichi is singing. I feel so useless. They don't really need me with them. Sometimes I think Bad Luck can make it without me.
I stepped inside and Shuichi stopped singing. Suguru looked up and stopped playing as well.
"Hirooo…" Shuichi pouted. I love the way he makes his lower lip quiver and does the puppy eyes trick to make me to do something. It never failed. I always melt in front of my best friend's cuteness. And I knew what he wanted from me now. He wanted to know what was going on.
A faint smile crossed my lips. A smile that told Shu-chan 'I'll tell you about it later'. He nodded. It was amazing how we could talk without saying a word. We know each other so well there's no need in words. Shuichi could always read me like an open book and I could do the same.
After I tuned my guitar we started the rehearsal. When I play I don't think about anything but the practice. I let my mind get swept in the music. I'm more focused than ever when I play. I love it.
But good things must come to an end. The working hours were over and after everybody left it was only me and Shuichi.
"Ne, Hiro...What's wrong with you lately?"
"You mean the whole dressing up as a girl thing?"
"That too"
"Well. That was a part of a stupid bet I had with K"
Shuichi arched his eyebrows. "What bet? When did you..?"
"It's a long story" I replied.
"TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEE" he cried making the 'Eeee' as long as possible.
I felt a slight sting in my heart for keeping things from him. I want to tell him but…How will he react? Telling someone I'm in love with my band's manager which also happens to be a guy, isn't that easy! And he'll probably be mad because I kept it from him for so long…Gah!
Shuichi glared at me. At first he frowned for a few moments. Then he hung his head to the side and looked like a confused puppy. Eventually his eyes slowly starter to widen. He placed the palm of his right hand on his mouth and gasped. He then pointed at me with his left hand and said "You have a crush for Mr.K!!"
How…Did…He…Know…?
I want to tell him…It's the perfect opportunity…
Yet, I find myself denying it. "You're crazy!"
He ignored me. "I just don't believe this…You and K-san…"
"What are you talking about?! There's no 'me and K' going on!"
"But still, you have to admit it, you have feelings for him!"
"I-I…I don't…"
"Lies!" he exclaimed and while clinging to my shirt.
He looked up at me with watery eyes. I look up to the ceiling. This was the moment of truth.
"Ok…The truth is I've been meeting K every week and we've been going to clubs and…" I finally found the courage and told him the story. The whole story.
"That's about it. I'm just an idiot for falling for someone like him. He'll never feel the same way for me" I finish with a sigh. Shuichi didn't speak the whole time and just gazed at me.
He got up and looked pretty disappointed. He closed his eyes. He was quiet, and so was I. Only the rhythm of his breathing could be heard silently.
He opened his eyes and started yelling, "Are you insane?! We're going right now to a telephone booth and you are going to talk to him!! You can't know what he feels for you if you don't ask!"
"Dream on! There is no chance I'm going to call and confess over the phone!"
"Then call him and go meet him somewhere. You HAVE to do this or you'll never know if he might feel the same! You'll end up with an empty feeling in your heart and wonder all your life 'what could have been'. I don't want to see you hurt…"
"Shu-chan…"
It was usually me giving Shuichi advices. Now it happened the other way around.
Oh well. I guess it wouldn't hurt to give him a call…
To Be Continued…
And so, another chapter is done! Like I said, this wasn't a really great chapter. Please review!
Kimmy-poo
