Alcohol Aftermath
Albert Diyosa
I am still getting used to Albert Diyosa, yuh.
Spoiler: This chapter does not contain many dialogues. Gomen nasai, minna-san. ;
Disclaimer: I do not own GTO, and you do not own it, too. Sad, but it is true.
Chapter 2
Yoshito's headache hit him from time to time, and he guessed staying inside would make it worse. It was one of those days when he preferred to isolate himself from the world and to take time shutting up some more. He could use some peace and solitude for the time being. After all, he was on vacation, and his head was not making things easier.
He was not a fan of stargazing, but whenever he would look at the night sky, the stars were beautiful, and tonight was one of those nights. He loved the stars, but not stargazing to be exact. He appreciated those glittering monsters, but he would appreciate them more if his eyesight were not blurry. He adjusted his glasses, but it did not help him even a bit.
It was the first time he felt somewhat dizzy, but light at the same time. He felt like going to bed, and at the same time, he felt strangely free, as if he could do just about anything—yes, even spilling the juiciest secret at the wrong place and at the wrong person.
"Hey, it's no fun isolating your genius butt on a night of alcohol and nicotine sessions." A voice floated from behind him. He turned his head to see who said that and saw…
"Oi, Kanzaki-san." he greeted, his voice sounded groggy. Urumi smiled.
"I didn't know you like the stars." She stood beside Yoshito, who silently sat on the ledge, now looking at the stars again.
"I like the stars, but stargazing isn't really something I'd call fun." He said. "It is just that every night, when I lift my head up to the skies they look amazingly wonderful."
Urumi rested her arms on the ledge, just near Kikuchi's left foot. "You surprise me, boy genius. You don't look like someone who'd appreciate something romantic."
"Life's a gift, after all." He said. "God gives you a box full of amazing yet intricate things in life that push your human understanding to the limits and later finding that the answers to all the hardest questions you've formulated lay in the mere existence of things. People, particularly us—the superior ones—tend to complicate things when the best answer in all our doubts in as simple as pie." Yoshito paused to look at the stars once again, and then continued.
"Look at the stars. They are wonderful even without knowing that Polaris can help you find your way back home, without being aware of the existence of another galaxy, and without having a clue that one of those stars could turn into supernovas and eventually die. They are stars, and they bring color to the monotonous midnight blue blanket covering us. As simple as that, one can feel and see the beauty of those glimmering bits."
Urumi smiled at the tech geek's statement. It was the first time she had heard him speaking like a normal person—without statistics, without hints of sounding like an Advanced Mathematics teacher, and without any taint of human intellect. It was pure wisdom.
"Well said." She applauded. Yoshito smiled at the comment.
Yoshito signaled her to sit beside him, removing his left foot on the ledge, which the young woman gladly followed. It was not so long before the two of them became oblivious from the noisy and alcohol-driven reality they were living as of the moment. The nicotine-filled air seemed to dissipate and the voices of their classmates form the inside slowly minimized, and their shared laughter, evident in their own little world. They recalled their colorful life in Seirin—how it felt feeling all grown up and teacher bashing, how a certain Onizuka Eikichi pushed the reset button in their heads, and how it felt being a kid again when their homeroom teacher came.
Both Yoshito and Urumi qualified in several known and science-specialized high schools all over Japan, but both decided to stay at Seirin purely out of love for the infamous class 3-4. That included Eikichi, of course. He was like the big inkblot that messed up the immaculate white paper. That sounded negative, but no. The inkblot added life to the monotonous white, which meant Eikichi—being crazy but wise at the same time—did not mess them up or anything. He breathed life in them, in a way.
The two seemed to be enjoying each other's presence as they always did in Seirin. Nothing seemed different, actually. Save for the physical changes they underwent.
Yoshito did not lose his glasses, but his physique seemed fit for a part-time consultant for a computer company and a full-time web designer—it was not buffed, but lean. He had grown taller since high school. His hair shortened a bit, allowing people to have access on his actually beautiful hazel eyes, which Urumi liked.
Urumi was still blonde, and had no plans of dying it to black or brown. She liked it that way. She cut it up to her back, saying goodbye to her high school hair that reached down to her hips. What she lacked physically as a student—the womanly curves, that is—she made up today!
On the intellectual side, they were still sharp as ever. On the social side… well, you could not blame their being in demand because of their capabilities. They did see other people, but all of them were clients, and besides, the thought of going out and settling down was not much of their priority right now.
Was that so? No one could tell.
End of Chapter 2