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Nowaki: Why?
Chey: There would be even more lemon
Hiroki: Is that even possible?
Chey: Hells yeah!
Hiroki: You scare me.
Chey: So you've said.
Egoist Act Three Part Two
"So why didn't you ever contact me?" Hiroki was laying on his stomach in bed, looking up at Nowaki, still mildly surprised that the taller man was actually there.
Nowaki's eyes darkened with guilt. "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't."
"Why?"
"I was busy," he murmured evasively. "I needed to focus on learning."
Hiroki thought that was a bit cold so he shot back, "You could've left a note."
"I'm sorry," he said again. His eyes looked so apologetic that Hiroki rolled his eyes and gave in.
"I won't forgive you if you do that again," he growled. "Got it?"
"Got it," Nowaki said, ruffling his hair.
Hiroki changed the subject. "Oh, just so you know, I'm working now as a teacher's assistant at Mitsuhashi."
He caught a strange flash of something in Nowaki's azure eyes before he smiled brightly. "That's great! Really awesome."
Hiroki blushed. "Not really, and the teacher I'm assigned doesn't really like me."
"It's still brilliant Hiro-san."
"Yeah yeah." Hiroki slid his eyes shut and slept til morning.
When he opened his eyes, the bed was empty. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked over at Nowaki's side and noticed a tiny scrap of paper. He picked it up and read it. I'm going –Nowaki
Hiroki glared at the note. What the hell did that mean? I'm going? Was he going for the day? The week? Another whole year? "Baka," Hiroki snapped. "Why the fuck can't you just write a proper note?" His head started to ache. He wanted to go back to sleep and not wake up until Nowaki came back, pathetic as that was. He sighed and got ready for school.
…
School was boring. He was now grading papers for the teacher he was assisting. Takatsuki Shinobu was small for a man in his thirties. What he lacked in size, he made up in noise. He was loud, quick to anger and almost as foul-mooded as Hiroki himself. He was also a bit lazy and tended to dump a lot of work on Hiroki.
He flipped to the next paper to grade when he came to Akihiko's paper. He raised an eyebrow. Akihiko's work wasn't actually bad. He knew Akihiko was smart, but he never put any effort into it. What's got him motivated to actually try in class? He wondered if there was any way he could use it. Maybe it could fix his screwed up relationship.
Shinobu came in then. "How many papers have you graded yet?"
"Around seventy." About half of the papers that needed grading.
"Good work." He still sounded stiff but Hiroki didn't care. Still, Shinobu must have picked up on the mood. "What's wrong with you, you're usually farther along."
"Nothing," he replied shortly.
"Whatever." Takatsuki Sensei was a borderline genius. Hiroki didn't know why he chose to teach since he hated the work. He was antisocial, his interests lied outside of the literature field that he taught. Hiroki didn't understand it, but all he cared about was his one redeeming quality. He didn't bug Hiroki about his private life. It was a bit of a first since his parents had had to know everything about his personal business before they had kicked him out and Akihiko used his life to write stories for his moe teachers. It was almost pleasant dealing with Takatsuki Sensei.
Hiroki glanced at the clock. He had one more class in just a few minutes. "I'm going first. I've got a class."
"Fine, see ya." Shinobu sat down at his desk and glanced around. He noticed a balled up piece of paper on the floor. "Damn brat can't clean up after himself." He went over and picked it up. He was about to toss it in the waste bin but caught sight of writing. Wondering if it was important, he opened it. "I'm going. Nowaki. What the hell kind of note is that?" He tossed the note on his student assistant's desk and went back to work.
Hiroki stared vacantly at the black board as the professor lectured. For once, he wasn't paying attention at all. Every last one of his thoughts was focused on Nowaki. He'd missed him so much. It was eating him alive. He wanted to see him, talk to him, love him. He just wanted Nowaki. Period.
When the bell finally rang, his resolve stiffened. He was tired of this. Tired of worrying. That was a sign right? People break up when it gets too hard, don't they? He shoved his books in his bag. He was done. Just done.
…
Nowaki reached the house and saw a piece of paper in the mail slot. He picked it up and read it.
Let's break up –Kamijou
Nowaki shoved the key into the lock and threw open the door. Hiroki's books were gone from the table, his clothes were gone from the closet and dresser and it seemed like his very essence had been sucked from the apartment. Nowaki turned and ran out and looked around the veranda. But it was far too late. Hiro-san was gone.
To be continued…
Chey: Finally, the end of act three. Next up is Act four.
Hiroki: Took you long enough to write this.
Chey: Leave me the hell alone. Now then, please review since no one seems to review this story. *sadness*
Thanks for reading!
~CheyanneChika