Second chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation and I do not profit from these writings.
The wind blew through the trees surrounding us. I couldn't break my gaze from his beautiful golden brown eyes staring back at mine. "Watch where you're going punk" came the angry tone of his dark voice. "..." I opened my mouth to say something but found I couldn't form the words. The dark stranger brushed passed and walked off out of sight. I couldn't understand why my mouth would not form the words I was going to say but it just wouldn't. It was like I was hypnotized. It felt like I was sucked into the whirls of his eyes.
I had an image of him stuck in my mind all day long; I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. They stuck in my mind like permanent ink, not that I wanted his image gone, his voice, like honey in my ears, through my mind, my imagination turning it and stroking it like it was silk. I broke from my thoughts to notice the NG building; I walked through the doors like always, coming to a halt at the elevators. Walking in I pressed a button and began the journey up to the sixth floor, resting my back against the metal of the 'tin can' I stood in always uneasy when I rode in these things. As the elevator came to a stop with an almost ironically cheerful pinging noise I stepped out from between the quickly opening doors to walk down the corridor, once again my mind on the mystery man I was tempted to search out, almost tempted. Entering a door several metres down the corridor I found myself in the company of no one, for once being there first even with my interesting meeting.
I sat down at the small table in the empty studio, my mind still tainted of those beautiful strangers' eyes like they are watching me all the time, like they can make everything right again or maybe I am just too hopeful.
"Hey Shuichi" I looked up at Hiro with a small smile on my face and just a fraction of this smile was real, I hadn't even notice him enter the room, I must have been way out of it. Gods knows why but Hiro noticed and gave back a friendly smile of his own. "Good morning Hiro. Fujisaki good morning to you too". I couldn't help but notice they both carried a small smile and they were not looking at each other, actually it looked like they were trying hard not to look at each other. 'Something is definitely up with those two' I thought this just as Hiro glanced across at Fujusaki. Fujusaki gave a small blush barely visible on his white complexion. 'Oh I get it now, heh this will be fun. I haven't said that in a while. Come to think of it I haven't had fun in a while' I shrugged off the thought as our manager and producer came in, just putting down my minor amusement and idea of having fun to having a good night's sleep for once although I knew it wasn't true. "Hey K. What's up Sakano" I cheerfully shouted unaware as to why, as they walked in. "Oh Shuichi your certainly in a hyper mood today" Sakano glanced at Hiro as if to ask what's up with me, I suddenly occurred to me I hadn't been hyper in a while, I don't tend to make a major effort to be happy, no matter how much of a mask I use, again the feeling of hope hit my heart hard. "Ok people get to your places and start composing or I will use my guns on you" our manager K was very controlling and to show he wasn't bluffing cocked his gun and held it to Fujusaki's forehead. I quickly got behind my mike while Hiro got his guitar and Fujusaki was already behind his keyboard. K put away his gun and sat down on one of the hard studio chairs next to Sakano who was nervously shaking as always, I could have sworn he was about to spontaneously combust. With a count of three we started recording our first song of the day.
It had been a long day full of composing, recording and singing. It was now eight a clock at night which meant I would probably go to bed without dinner again and sleep over the alarm as always. That stranger still decorated my mind with his golden eyes and blonde hair. 'Who was that guy anyway' was all I could think on the way home 'he must have been American like K for him to have such light hair and golden eyes'. Right now all I could think was 'will I see him again' and 'do I really wanna see him again'. "Damn I'm confused" saying this aloud gave me more realizations then I had hoped for. I do want to see him again don't I? He was so cool and handsome and tall.
I shook my head of any thoughts as I entered my apartment, for once not even noticing the dim feelings that accompany being 'home', I went straight to the bathroom, shedding clothes as I went and not caring to pick them up as I entered the shower, letting the now warm water run over my back and hair, I was so deep in thought I accidently washed my hair twice but again as usual didn't care, a while later found me tiredly but determined as I curled up on the cheap couch by a small TV set, watching a cartoon channel, a repeat as usual but still. I could have sat here for hours just day dreaming about the handsome stranger from this morning but knew it would do me no good, I actually laughed quietly at a part to the cartoon, only quietly for I still felt the longing, the sadness, the pain creep up on me like it had been waiting to drag me back to hell, to my memories. So without any complains I turned off my TV and crawled into bed, already in pj's, pulling my covers up to my neck and closing my eyes. The last thing I thought before I fell asleep was 'I want to see him again'.