Alcohol Aftermath
Albert Diyosa
Yay! I have a feeling I would be able to finish this story in the remaining days of my summer vacation! Thank you again, Lizza-chan for the review. :)
My summer is nearly over. :( It is okay, though. Almost three weeks of summer (if my calculation is right) is reasonably good. Hello College dear, we meet again.
Disclaimer: I do not own GTO, and so do you. Sad but true.
Nota Bene: The italicized statements would be for the thoughts or for emphasis.
Chapter 4
Just when Urumi thought it was more of a one-sided admiration, Yoshito could not help but find his close to female counterpart attractive, intellectually speaking, and as of the moment, physically-speaking. He had to admit, she had grown from the last time he saw her, which was in high school. Gone were the long, high school-ish blonde locks that went through her hips, and gone were her discreet smiles and insulting smirks.
Yoshito wanted to emphasize her smile. They did not seem fake or scripted anymore. They showed sincerity and sheer gladness, which he rarely saw during their teens. Even if his vision blurred, he could see it perfectly, and feel it. He liked that, and it made him smile. Frankly, and with all sincerity, he liked Urumi.
His alcohol intake might have been a little too much for him. Now, not only was his head aching, it was also disoriented. His thoughts clouded and were not far from the blurriness of his vision despite the presence of his spectacles.
'And just when did I start admitting that I actually like that little miss teacher basher?' Yoshito shook his head, as if it would fix it.
Urumi was not aware of his observing her when he would get the chance. He especially loved it when Urumi would flick her pen, raise her left hand, and recite. After finishing her statement, she would tuck some of her hair on her left ear and would give her self a satisfactory smile.
Now that sounded like he had been stalking her the whole time, but no. He could not blame anyone. He had to say it; whoever designated their seats to be beside each other did the right thing.
Yoshito looked at the stars again. His sight was not reliable, but he could tell that it multiplied judging from the brightness of their twinkling. He felt like he was staring blankly in front of a computer screen, barely recognizing what the display was, but the colors blended wonderfully even when blurred. It was exactly what he felt staring alone on those stars. He could not make them that much, but it was still wonderful.
"Here's your glass of water." Urumi came out of the villa, carrying two glasses of water. She handed one to Yoshito while drinking the other one. "Miyabi and the rest of the group surely make lousy drunkards. They've been belting out since this alcohol-crazed party started."
Yoshito placed the glass beside him. "Do you like stars, Kanzaki?"
Urumi gave him a perplexed look. "What made you ask that?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just want to know."
"They sure look pretty tonight." She admitted. "But looking at stars and seeing something more than those little twinkling monsters isn't really my thing."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"What's wrong with stars?"
"Nothing's wrong with them, really. Man, you're drunk."
"You don't have to remind me." He said monotonously. "I am fully aware of that since the time I managed to finish my sixth and last bottle, and I'm not completely drunk, just slightly drunk. Tipsy, if you want."
"I can't believe you've managed to keep yourself intact after finishing six bottles of beer." Urumi approached the ledge again, but this time, she did not sit. She only rested her arms on it.
"I can't believe it either, and now my head aches."
"Superbly aching?"
"It is nothing to worry about, though. Don't fret."
"I'm not fretting. I'm just concerned."
'Concerned?' their genius heads echoed. Urumi could not believe herself for openly telling that, especially to Yoshito.
Awkward silence covered them. Yoshito busied himself staring blankly at the stars again, while Urumi inhaled more of the ocean's inviting scent just below them. Nobody bothered breaking the walls of ice until Yoshito felt he could not stand the tranquility they were in, and opened up his mouth to say something.
"Would you mind if I ask you something?" He asked, clearing his throat.
"It depends on how deep or how idiotic it can be." She replied. "Spill it."
"When did you start writing?" He just wanted to know.
"I learned that I was able to produce something I consider literature in my standards during grade school." Urumi looked at him, perplexity reflected in her two-hued orbs, but she answered anyway. "You're weird. Why ask?"
Yoshito did not respond to that. "Reading your work truly opened my eyes, and it made me see you differently, when it came to your intellect particularly. You were not just a genius because of the many books you have read, the number of information you knew, or the capability of having a photographic memory of things, insignificant or significant may they be. You were a genius because of how much emotion you have placed in your art." He finally turned to Urumi, his eyes shouted amazement.
"You must've had some sort of inspiration—a muse that whispers to you what to write, even the proper words to use." He continued. "You amaze me, and at the same time, you surprise me. You are like a jack-in-a-box, but instead of a clown springing out, a blinding light greets you."
Oh dear, the poor boy had succumbed to the aftermath of drinking.
"Well," Urumi gave out a big sigh. "Inspiration is one vague concept. I've never been seriously inspired but the words just kept pouring." She stated. "And what is up with the jack-in-a-box?" She could not help but giggle. Yoshito was just so amusing even if he were semi-drunk.
They were silent again. Yoshito still had not made contact with the water that Urumi had fetched for him. As for his head, there was little pain left. Urumi played with her glass, looking at the shore upon them.
The stars were bright and the mood seemed right. The only thing that had to happen was…
"K-Kanzaki?" Yoshito spoke up, swallowing hard. Urumi arched her right eyebrow in response.
'Darling,' Yoshito swallowed hard again. 'This is going to be tough.'
End of Chapter 4
Yes, inspiration is one vague concept. I have never been seriously inspired, but the words just kept pouring. Oh yes, sweetheart. :D