My Endless Love
hey guys! :D hehe... :D sorry all to keep you waiting, I still have a life outside writing... but... after an approximately 10 days, I've finally uploaded the next chappie!! :D hooray for me! :D hehe... :D
I have a little piece of warning, though, before you read... I think I made Ryoma a little bit OC on this chappie.. I think... yeah... I'm really not sure if I did... I just think... so... since I've already told about my probable mistake about Ryoma's character... don't write a review about it... maybe except if it's a good one... :D
Read and Review, ok? :D hehe... :D It means more to me than just a chunk of characters... :D
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT... okay? :D
Chapter 1: In Tokyo's Busy Streets
Tokyo City, capital of the land of the rising sun and pioneer city in terms of technology, has its citizens walking peacefully on its busy streets. Firms near the streets busily drag random Japanese men to have a glance at their products. Lights flicker on billboards and other advertising spaces as little birds make nests out of them. Railroads above the streets give way to the trains travelling exceedingly fast. Indeed these kinds of things bring life to Tokyo.
But as for the stock broker Fuji Syusuke, his life is going to end if he won't be able to catch the bank before it closes. He runs quickly through the crowded streets, pushing his way across the mob of people idly walking before him. He glanced at his watch only to see that he only has 15 minutes remaining before the bank closes, and with it, his deal with a client. He dashed inside alleys and invades private property just to find the quickest route to the bank, which was still an approximate 4 or 5 city blocks away.
He slides gracefully in between the huge crowd that is making his trip rather difficult. Even with the rugged running and sliding activity, he remains a beauty like none other. His long flowing hair waves with every movement; his business attire, without the coat, clings unto his body, showing every curve on his thin muscular build-up. Everything in him just seems to be so perfect.
After all of the running, Fuji arrived at the place where the bank stood erect with still 8 minutes before the establishment closes. He wiped his face off with salty sweat and went inside the building to do his transactions. He finished depositing a substantial amount of money to his client's account and withdrawing a couple thousands of Yen from his own account. He smiled satisfactorily and exited the bank, keeping the money inside his wallet. Once outside, he grabbed his phone and dialled his client's phone number.
"This is Nakamura." The other line instantly said.
"Moshi moshi, Mr. Nakamura!" Fuji gleefully greeted. "This is Fuji. I've deposited the money to your account already." He reported.
"Good, Mr. Fuji! Please return to my office as soon as possible." The man named Nakamura instructed.
"Ok, Mr. Nakamura. You WILL sign the papers, now won't you, Mr. Nakamura?" Fuji asked, slightly opening his eyes and closing it once more.
"Of course I will, Mr. Fuji, once you're here." Nakamura confirmed.
"Ok, Mr. Nakamura." Fuji said before hanging up. He smiled some more and dialled his boyfriend's number. "Moshi moshi, Kunimitsu!"
"Moshi moshi, Syu!" Tezuka greeted back.
"Guess what's new…" Fuji said in a rather teasing tone. He slowly walked towards his client's office which was still 10 city blocks from where he is.
"A girl with a kid told you that you're the father of her child?" Tezuka replied apathetically, not like there's something new about it.
"Nope, that's not new anymore. Guess some more…" Fuji said, rolling his eyes.
"You were caught in a fight a killed someone?" Tezuka replied with his usual tone – bored.
"Well, that nearly happened if it wasn't for that good security guard that placed the rampant drunkard on handcuffs. Guess some more…" Fuji replied, releasing a slight laugh.
"You bought a flavoured condom for me?" Tezuka replied, with a slight hint of expectation on his voice.
"What a nice idea! I'll go buy an apple flavour before I'll arrive home." Fuji replied, literally jumping with joy.
"So, what was your 'something new' today?" Tezuka asked, returning to his usual tone.
Fuji was about to tell Tezuka his deal with his client, when something, or someone, caught his eye. A short green-haired man was walking towards him, carrying a Himalayan cat carefully placed on his brute arms. He slowed down and stared at the man with eyes showing nothing but blankness. Fuji, for the first time, felt something he couldn't actually explain. It was a feeling like none other. It was quite similar to what nostalgia feels, except, different. He was unaware of who the young man is and what he has to do with him. Everything was just spontaneously happening.
They drew closer towards each other, and closer, and closer, until the back of their hands actually hit the other. Fuji felt a tiny spark when his skin touched the other. Tiny as it is, it felt extremely powerful, like a bolt of lightning straight from Zeus's mighty palm. But Fuji, good as he is in hiding his emotions, showed little of the effect of the spark.
As their body distanced each other, Fuji's abrupt feeling slowly drifted away. He took one last look at the mystic man only to see that the other man is also staring at him with raised eye brow. Fuji smiled, and the other person just arrogantly faced the direction he is taking.
"Syusuke? Are you still there? Why aren't you saying anything? Hello, Syu?" Tezuka's voice cracked out Fuji's speaker, making Fuji realize that Tezuka is still waiting on the other side of the phone.
"Hello, baby. Listen, I got to go. We'll just continue this later, ok?" Fuji said in a hurry.
"Why? What's the matter?" Tezuka asked with a slight worry, or so it seems.
"Oh, nothing really. Just caught up in Tokyo's busy streets." Fuji answered.
"Ok, love you, baby!" Tezuka apathetically said, of course, Fuji knows that Tezuka meant it.
"Love you, too, baby!" Fuji replied before dropping the call. He then broke into a quick run towards his client's building.
His smile never faded away.
Tokyo City, capital of the land of the rising sun and home of the world renowned Cherry Blossoms, has its citizens happily socializing on its open parks. Couples busily engage themselves with activities; activities so sweet and so warm that it can melt you by just staring at it. Children joyfully run in any random direction while their guardians and nannies busily entertain themselves with gossips and the like. Indeed, these kinds of things bring life to Tokyo.
But as for the soldier Echizen Ryoma, his life has been brought to an end because of mild heart problem, making him forever ineligible of becoming a soldier. Being a soldier is all he had ever wanted. Ever since his elementary days, he has been very fascinated by how organized and how responsible soldiers can be. And now, because of a tiny health problem that can be cured over time, the dream that he so carefully prized falls apart.
He just sulked and moped all by himself on the park infested by little brats, quixotic couples, and good-for-nothing guardians. After a very long time of moping, Ryoma's phone rang. He slowly picked it out of his tight pocket and pressed the answer button, hesitating to see who was reflected on the caller ID. He placed the phone to his ear slowly.
"Yo, Echizen! It's Momo, where are you?" Momoshirou said on the other side of the phone. Ryoma didn't reply anything, he just stayed still. "Echizen?" Momo called out again.
"Ja…" Ryoma simply said, answering Momo's question.
"Where are you? We've been looking all over for you!" Momo shouted on the other end of the line.
"What do you want?" Ryoma bluntly said.
"There's a party at Kawamura's sushi bar, are you going?" Momo asked.
"No." Ryoma said in an uninterested manner.
"But--" Momo was about to say something when Ryoma dropped the call and placed the phone back where it came from.
Ryoma's cat, Karupin, jumped up back again to his master's lap when the phone was kept. Ryoma gently brushed the feline's soft fur with his masculine hand. "Oh, Karupin. Why do I have to fail my lifelong dream of becoming a soldier? What have I done wrong?" Ryoma spoke out loud enough for only Karupin and him.
Karupin purred in reply.
"Whatever, Karupin. I've been such a failure." Ryoma gently fixed Karupin's position to a more comfortable one. "Let's go." Ryoma said before standing up and walking away from the blasted park.
Ryoma walked along the huge buildings of Tokyo, deeper into the city. He walked for a very, very, VERY long time, and he never seems to get tired of doing so. And while walking, his head was just either at his feet or at Karupin.
After an approximately 30 minutes of walking, an eerie feeling overtook Ryoma, like he was being watch or stared at. He didn't need to look up to see who was staring at him; the reflection from the shiny cars parked near the sidewalk shows the answer to him—a relatively small, thin man with chestnut hair holding a phone. He just remained calm and serene, like what he was feeling is not true. But more than that feeling, he felt extremely melancholic, like he misses something. Yet, he doesn't have the slightest idea what it is he's feeling melancholic about.
The other person seemed to have stopped moving and stayed at one place, standing and staring at Ryoma. Ryoma just walked on closer and closer to him. Ryoma was just right by the other person's side when the back of their hands touched the other. Spontaneously, there was a little spark between his skin and the other's. But, little as it may, it felt extremely forceful, as though Thor himself has caused the irrevocable shock. But Ryoma, who has a reputation being a former soldier, showed little of the effect of the spark.
Ryoma continued to walk onwards, and gradually, the feeling of melancholy and eeriness floated away. He glanced back at the person, only to see that the other person was going to look at him. Out of the blue, Ryoma showed his irritated look accompanied by a raised eye brow. The other person showed a smile that was angelic, so angelic that it made Ryoma skip a beat or two, but Ryoma knew better than show that he skipped a beat to the other. He just faced his back to the person in an arrogant manner.
When Ryoma made sure that the other person wasn't looking at him anymore, he glanced back and, for some unknown reason, smiled. He stopped walking and sat at a table outside a coffee shop. He ordered a drink and resumed on caressing his sleeping cat's fur. While waiting for his drink, his phone rang. He picked it up in a relatively radiant approach.
"Moshi moshi! Echizen here." He greeted the person on the other line.
"Echizen! Are you ok? Where are you?" Momo said on the other end of the line.
"Oh yeah, just caught up in Tokyo's busy streets." Ryoma said before dropping the call.
His smile never faded away.
Just in case you have some problems with the italicized words up there (though I highly think you wouldn't)... Zeus is the Greecian leader of the Gods... Thor, on the other hand, is a Norse god of war and thunder, characterized by a hammer named mjollinir... :D
anyways... didya like it?? i sure hope you do... :D hehe... :D and since you've finished reading the chappie... i guess you wouldn't mind sending a review, now would you? hehe... :D
well, anyways... I'm afraid I won't be able to update in a short time's notice... classes are coming and sembreak is going... :D hehe... :D
all the while... :D
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