Author's note thingie: Okay, people. I want to tell some things I will tell over and over again; just to be sure you understand it. :P Gren and my OC are just friends. It may appear that they are closer, but please don't judge. It's for fun, and this is meant to be everything, but another stupid Mary-Sue story. Of course in the Rp we put a little twist in, by making Oliver have a crush on Gren, but rest assured that's not mutual. Gren's buried in his past, and he loves Vicious, no one else. Geez…That was a long rant…O.o; Anyway: CB, the characters and universe belongs to Sunrise INC, not me; I only own the Pc, and about half the original characters. The other half of OCs belongs to Sireg, And the lyric quotes are belong to the following bands and their tracks: Sonata Arctica (The Misery), and Republik. (Szeretni valakit valamiért. I made the translation to English. ) And as always, I'd like to ask you, if you read it, review. I need feedback, and need to know what you think. (Flames will be sent to hell, it's frozen up anyway. :P As well, as critics. I know my flaws and the story's flaws very well. You don't need to remind me of them.)
And now, I shut the eff up, and let you read. :)
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Chapter 2: Silent remembrance
"…You steal my only hope, and make me stay awake another night…
I wish you bear with me, stay near me…when the autumn leaves are falling..
Solitude…My pain…The last thing left of me…
…The words I write can only hurt you, sorry for the rain…
Thank you my only one, you gave me this pain…"
Gren was sank in his thoughts, and stared at his tea. He didn't even hear Oliver singing in the kitchen. He was thinking of his past again. Now he was remembering when he was angry and wanted revenge. Somehow it felt like a dream…Like it never happened…The trial…The prison…It seemed like a grim nightmare, which had faded away long ago. He stood up to go and see what his friend doing, but suddenly felt like drowning. He started to cough, and had to grab the chair he was standing next to, to prevent himself falling.
- Hang on! – He heard the youngster's voice and his fast footsteps. – What's wrong?
- I feel sick… - he muttered. - …I can't breathe…
He started to feel dizzy too. Just like a few months ago. He didn't have a bout like this since then. He groaned, and tried to take a step forward, but he almost fell. Fortunately Oliver was fast enough to catch him.
- Hey… Is there anything I can do for you to help?
- I feel dizzy…
- Hang on, I will help you go to the bedroom, and lay you down…
- Noooo…I think I need some fresh air…Wheee…dancing spots…I think I'm going to faint…
- I will catch you if you fall… - he heard Oliver's voice, but it was so distant. The younger one wrapped an arm around him, and helped him walk out from his flat and take some fresh air. He was getting better, and his dizziness faded away slowly.
- Thank you. – He told to the other man. – It was nice from you.
- I told you…I will catch you if you fall. – Oliver answered.
- Cute words from a cute guy. – Gren smiled. He almost chuckled when he saw the blush on the other's face.
- Oh my... I started to feel dizzy as well…
Gren chuckled and took a deep breath.
- Much better… But it's cold out here.
- Yup…- Oliver rubbed his arms and shivered.
- You should have brought a coat with you.
- Nah… You're condition was more important.
Gren patted him on the shoulder and walked back to the flat. His friend followed him, and closed the door.
- It feels better here… warm. And I left my tea.
Oliver laughed softly.
- Silly you.
Then his smile disappeared as he remembered that he left the dinner on the fire…He cursed and ran to the kitchen to save the food.
- And silly me…- he sighed. Gren laughed too and shook his head.
- Silly, forgetful us…
- Yea…Blame it on age, it always work.
- Hey, I'm not that old!
Oliver came back to the room, and looked up on his one head taller friend.
- But you're older than me…- he stuck out his tongue. – And okay, I admit, I'm old too, but not that old… Anyway…Want some ramen?
Gren nodded and sat down on his couch, watching his adopted little brother stirring around in the kitchen.
- I can't find those damned spoons!
- Erm…try chopsticks…
- Got them…
He brought the food and the chopsticks, and placed them onto the table.
- Careful, it's hot. And I hope it will be better than my last one… - he took a bite from his food. – At least it's not fighting back when I want to bite it.
Gren chuckled and ate his food as well. They were silent, only talked when they finished their dinner.
- This was nice and warm… -Oliver said. - …And I think I grew fat…
Gren snorted and glanced over the skinny boy in front of him.
- Nah…You're not.
- That's a nice thing from you to say, Niisan.
- It's a fact.
Oliver looked over himself, and turned back to Gren.
- Okay, maybe you're right. I don't want to argue with you.
- Good. – Gren smiled. The younger man looked away, watching the falling snow from the window.
- It's cold…
Gren sneezed.
- Oh my… - Something warm touched his face, and he looked up, to face his own bathrobe, and Oliver's worried expression.
- Sorry, this was the closest from your clothes.
- Thank you… - He took the robe on, and rubbed his nose. Suddenly a tissue appeared in front of him. He gave a smile. - …How thoughtful.
- Take care. – The other hugged him, and stepped back. – It's getting cold in here too… Is the heating effed up again?
Gren grumbled something, and walked to the bedroom, pulling his friend along and sat on the bed, wrapping a blanket around them.
- Darn…Still cold.
- Err…- Oliver muttered. – I don't have my coat near… But…
He leaned closer, and embraced the other man. Gren looked down on him, a bit surprised, but didn't back away.
- Tell me to get off from you and go to hell, if it disturbs you… - Oliver started, but the other interrupted him.
- No, I don't mind. I like you, you know…as a brother.
The younger one smiled and hugged him a bit tighter.
- I like you too. As my long lost big-bro.
- And it's much warmer this way, ne?
Oliver chuckled and rubbed his cheek against Gren's shoulder.
- Like a cat, hmm?
The younger one didn't answer, but gave a funny cat-like yowl. Gren laughed and patted his head. The other mewed again, and Gren couldn't help but play along. He gave a meow too.
- Mewseses… - Oliver replied.
- Mewseses? – Gren giggled – Now what kind of word is that?
- Cat-word. And you're cute when you giggle like this.
Gren held his hand over his mouth.
- No, I didn't…
Oliver reached out and pulled his hand away, so he could see the blush on the older man's face.
- Please…Don't tell anyone… - Gren asked.
- Yes, Sir! – Oliver saluted. – I'll keep this as a secret between you and me.
Gren almost giggled again, and his friend started to make funny faces, just to force him to make the cute sound again. But instead of giggling, he burst out laughing. Oliver was cruel, and kept making grimaces, until Gren turned away to try to stop his laughter, and catch his breath again. But with turning his side to him, he only managed to get a poke from the youngster.
- Eeeep!
- Ha-ha, my revenge from before…
And with that, he started to tickle Gren's side.
- No, stop it! – Gren was giggling again, and Oliver made a fake-evil laughter. He kept tickling the other until he fell down from the bed.
- Ohmy… So sorry…
Gren sat up and looked on the worried face of his friend. Oliver felt guilty and shocked.
He leaned down and helped Gren up, who wiped away some tears from his eyes.
- Why? I'm fine, don't worry…
- Oh, good. – The younger sighed in relief.
- Just…No tickling please…
Oliver smiled and nodded.
-Understood. – He pulled Gren closer, and wrapped the blanket around them again.
-It does feel good to laugh like that…- The blue haired chuckled.
- I'm glad I could make you laugh.
- Well, of course…You were tickling me!
Oliver shrugged and permitted himself a little smile.
- If that's the only way to make you laugh…
- No, it's not. – Gren pouted. He lowered his head, and his long hair covered his face. The younger one swept his hair away and kissed his face slightly. Gren looked up and blinked in surprise.
- What? – The black haired asked. – Why are you so surprised? I did it before…
- Never mind…- Gren smiled. He didn't expect it to happen again. He watched as the other sat closer to him, and leaned his head on his shoulder.
- I could fall asleep sitting here…
- Yep…It's peaceful now…
The other hummed and started to sing an old song.
"Above is the sky/, below is the ground/ We awake and we dream/ All the roads go around
It's peaceful now,/ Forget all the wars we fought..."
Gren closed his eyes. Memories of a fight appeared in his mind. He didn't want to forget. It meant that he will forget him as well…
- I wish that I could, but then again…
Oliver stopped singing, and shook his head.
- Sorry… I never know when to shut up…
-Why are you apologizing?
- I'm sorry for making you remember…
- That's alright.
The youngster hugged him a bit more tightly.
- Not all memories are bad, you know…- Gren said softly.
- I know… There are memories you like to remember…Nice memories.
The older nodded. He had memories from both categories.
Bad memories…
…Someone screamed and he felt blood on his face… It wasn't his, but one of his friend's. For a very short moment, he felt sorry for the guy, but they had to move on… Another death…another skeleton in the sand…
…And nice memories too:
-…So, who's Julia, hmm?
- Why do you ask?
- I asked first, you have to answer…
Vicious sighed. Then he looked up to the starry sky above them.
- My girlfriend… - he said finally. -…But now it's your turn, Eckener…Why did you ask?
- Just from curiosity…
-Oh, I see…I was wondering if you're jealous or something.
Gren shook his head. Vicious didn't look at him, so he didn't see his smile. Of course he was jealous. But he thought, - according to the silver-haired man's behavior with him- there's no reason.
And bad memories again…
- I hate you… You ruined my life…Sold me out, sent me to prison, even though you know very well, that I was innocent…!
- …
-How could you do this to me? We were comrades…We fought in that bloody war together…
I looked up to you…I believed in you…I…
-There was nothing to believe…Nor a need to believe…You are a fool, Gren…
His voice…Cold, and bitter, like him. His steel-grey eyes staring at him without any sign of remorse…He pulled the trigger of his gun...
-…Gren…
…This time, he had no one to jump in front of him, and die in his stand…The bullet pierced through Vicious, and knocked him back to the wall…
-I'm sorry… Please forgive me…- He sobbed as he watched the other's form slowly sliding down to the ground, leaving a long, thick track of blood on the wall behind him.
-…Grencia? Are you still here?
His sapphire eyes turned to the youngster next to him. Oliver was a bit worried, his face told everything.
- Sorry… I phased out for a moment…
- No problem…What was that you were thinking of? You seemed lost in thoughts for a few minutes…
-I was… - Gren swallowed. -…I was thinking about him again…And a lot of things I shared with him…Our last meeting…I shot him…
The younger man's eyes grew wide.
- You shot him? Then you must have been really pissed.
- I was…But I regretted it afterwards…
- And…did you kill him?
-No.
- Then that's the only thing what matters. He's still alive.
Gren sighed a deep one, and turned away. He felt sad and tired. He tried to convince himself that Oliver's right and the only thing what matters is that Vicious is still alive, and is somewhere out there, living his life, if you can call that mere existence life.
- I'm very sorry again… I didn't want you to feel sad…- He heard the other's voice from next to him.
- Oh, I'm fine…Don't worry…
He lied; he wasn't fine at all, but still tried to convince himself.
-But I shouldn't come up with that stupid song…
- Not your fault…I'm a time bomb…I go off sometimes without reason...
- But still…Now I deserve a giant ass kick from you too… Sheesh, I never know when to shut the hell up…
The other's self blaming made him feel –if possible- more miserable.
- Hey now…Not your fault… It's nobody's fault. I used to get down on nothing.
- Another common flaw… -Oliver looked into Gren's eyes. - …I used to do that too…But...In those times I'm suicidal…
Gren patted the younger man's shoulder.
- Life's hard…
Oliver snorted and looked at his left wrist, where he wore a spiked armband…He took it off now, and lifted his arm in front of Gren's face.
-Just to show you how much of a freak I am…
Gren raised his brow. The young man's wrist was full of scars, and he recognized one scar as a kana…
- Shin? – He read it loud. Oliver nodded his head.
- He was a guy I had a crush on…
- I see…
- Well…it's a complicated story…He didn't know that I'm a guy…
Gren hugged him, and sniffled.
- Aw…So sorry…
Oliver shook his head, while he hugged back, rubbing the other's back.
- I'm over it.
Gren's inner self smiled as he heard the same self-convincing tone in the other's voice, which was present in his.
- Sad, but true that there are wounds that cannot be healed…- Oliver muttered into Gren's shoulder. -…But I forgot him…
- Don't forget…Some things are worth remembering. – He sighed and looked into the other's grey eyes. – You know…everything what you've experienced makes you what you are now. If you forget, you lose a part of yourself.
- Maybe you're right. But you can't order your soul to do what your mind wants…At least not all the time…Maybe I didn't forget him, and his memory still lies buried inside me, but my soul just want it to stay that way…Even if it's not the way it supposed to be…Damn, it makes no sense at all…
Gren smiled, and shook his head.
- Hey, you're talking to an ex-drug addict… I know how to make sense out of things that makes no sense.
Oliver gave a little smile too.
- Hmm… We're kinda weird pair… The ex-drug addict and the suicidal freak…
- Careful, we're dangerous! – Gren jested. They both chuckled. – But, yes…I know what it's like to forget.
- I'm sorry… But why are we mourning on our bad memories? We were talking about good ones, and yet here we are, moping around…
- That's true…We were talking about good memories…
- I have some of them too…
Gren smiled, and wrapped his arm around the younger man, then he lay down, pulling Oliver along.
- Yes, I have nice memories too. But it's late. Let's continue this interesting conversation tomorrow, hmm? What do you say?
Oliver looked up to the ceiling, then back to Gren, and nodded. He was feeling tired from the stirring around all day long.
- I say we shall get some sleep, Niisan.
He reached out, and caressed Gren's face, then watched as the older man closed his eyes, and slowly his breath became slow, and calm. Then the younger one fell asleep as well.
There. End of Chapter2. I hope it wasn't that bad, and believe me it will be more than plotless fluff. ;) You just need to be patient, and read. :P I won't spoil the story just to assure you guys that it has a plotline…That would be just wrong, ne? And once again: Please leave some words, they keep me alive:) Oh, and : That Shin is not Lin's brother. Multiple persons in the universe exist with the same name, you know… :P