A Note for You, Love
By: GHSNEKO
Gravitation
You confuse me, my love.
Sometimes I just stop and wonder, "How the hell did someone like ME, end up with someone like HIM?" Of course, I know the answer. However, I guess I'll just explain it anyway. After all, this is only a sheet of paper...Only a sheet of my heart and soul. It's not like you'll ever read this. I prefer to think that it's better keeping our relationship simple.
I wonder if you have something like this. A little piece of your feelings on paper. I doubt you'd ever admit to it, and if I ever happen to stumble across the aforementioned document, I promise I won't read it. Anyhows, onwards with the explaination, I suppose.
I remember the day we met like it was five seconds ago. It was the day after my twenty-fourth birthday, and Tohma, who is, as you very well know, my best friend in the entire world. My number two. You're my number one, of course.
Somehow, I'd managed to not wake up with a hangover. How on Kami's green Earth I achieved this, I'll never know, considering I've never been able to avoid the affliction since. I also find this particularly amazing, since Tohma was the one with the killer hangover. He usually got over his pretty fast. I wonder what he does? Oh...Sorry, love. I've wandered off track again.
I was in excessively cheerful spirits, considering my accomplishment. Tohma introduced you, his voice tight, but pleasant.
Hmm, poor Tohma. He had a god-awful headache.
You were glaring at me with those eyes of yours. In case I haven't expressed this enough, they really are quite pretty. I know you 'hate' it when I say that, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Your eyes are inarguably the prettiest ever. And you know you can't win an argument with me, so haha. I win. Again.
Anyway, you were glaring, as usual according to Tohma, and didn't speak a word. Tohma walked off, I assume to find some aspirin, and I smiled my real smile. I understood your whole I HATE THE WORLD AND EVERYONE IN IT thing. I went through it too, though nowhere near the same level. Really, you were off all existing charts.
Richter had nothing on you, love.
To this day, I wonder what the hell is wrong with the world. I'd love to take a look through your eyes, but you've already told me you won't switch eyes with me. I don't see why not, considering blue is a lovely color on you. Then again, so is green...And red...And black...Damn it, all the colors look good on you. One of these days, I'm gonna get you into SOMETHING pink, just to see how it looks. I should get you some pink socks to match mine.
Oh, by the way, I want my hoodie back. It's getting chillly over at NG, considering Tohma seems to be having a permanent heat stroke. Really, he could try dressing more like me, but he isn't as comfortable in non-fancy clothes. But, yet again, I digress. Side affect of living with a writer, I suppose.
ANYWAY...focus. Focus on writing your heart and soul on the lovely paper...It really is nice paper...I wonder if there's anymore...I wanna write notes to Tohma and Nori later...Agh, focus.
Sigh, Maybe I'll just sum it up. Tohma, in all his hungover glory, introduced us. You gave me a god-awful glare that literally killed some nearby plants. I smiled, cause I knew that you were just a sad kid who needed a friend. I heard you crying later on that night through the wall.
I have excellent ears, as you very well know. Tohma didn't notice though, Not the crying, nor my awesome ears. Why do you reckon I have such nice earrings for my piercings, huh? Cause my ears deserve shiny decorations, that's why. Oh, and don't think I haven't noticed you wearing some of my earrings. I do have a longer attention span than a gnat, just so you and the rest of humanity knows.
As I was saying, we became friends, and you asked me every single day why. Haha, I tortured you for three years before you wore me down. Haha. I really did like you, and besides that, your horrid attitude and even horrider, if that's even a word, habits amused me. My friends, at the time, were more concerned with my sexuality then anything else. You looked at me like I was crazy. Then you smiled. So I did the most logical thing I could think of.
I stole your cigarette. And choked on the smoke. Then I was rewarded for my stupidity. You laughed. It was fantastic. Kumagoro thought so too. Of course, the next day you were kinda grumpy, but oh well. I don't blame you for not wanting your family tripping over themselves to fawn over you.
I hated needing to go to America. I needed it for my career, but I didn't want to leave you. In the end, you were the one who made me go. You, Tohma, and Noriko took me to the airport. After I had said goodbye to them, I turned to you. Tohma and Nori weren't paying any mind, so I hugged you.
And then I kissed you. Just a quick little kiss on the lips. Now that I think of it, I think Tohma may have noticed. But apparently, he didn't mind. One time, he told me that he thought I was somehow responsible for you being bi. Maybe I am. Maybe that little kiss decided things.
Oh well.
I saw you in the back of the club that night I helped Shuichi. You left before I got offstage, and I didn't know where you lived. I thought about asking Tohma, but then I found out you were dating Shuichi. I didn't want to mess things up between you guys, so I kept my distance even though I was dying to see you. Eventually, Tohma forced me to come visit. I was relieved, to say the least.
Although being thrown out of a moving car by a certain manager and best friend of mine was somewhat painful.
You told me that the reason you had started dating Shuichi was because he reminded you of me. The reason you kicked him out sometimes was because he was annoying sometimes, since he lacked my tact. I was pretty flattered actually. Though I had to make you promise to be nicer to Shuichi.
In conclusion, since if I don't stop now I never will, you're crazy, I'm crazy, Tohma's crazy. We're all crazy.
But I love you.
R&R please *NeKo-ChAn*