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ciirceeDay five! (Shut up! I'm going to backdate these in a week and then it really will be on the fifth day! Totally!)
Maou. ♥~Maou~♥ I fell in love with this drama and it made me cry. The summer of 2008 will always be remembered as the summer I cried every week.
Sadly, I think I totally butchered this fic. >.< I hate Naruse Ryou. BOTH OF THEM.
Nothing Lost
"Tomoo?"
"Hm?"
"You're really…"
Tomoo looked away from the sluggishly falling rain. "Ryou?"
"You really sort of hate me, don't you?"
"Of course I don't," Tomoo said, looking back out at the street. He and Ryou were waiting out the sudden storm at one of their usual places, the underpass by the river. It wasn't as good as the steel yard but the yard wouldn't be empty yet, so they had to make due. "Why would I hate you?"
And, really, why would he, he wondered. Ryou shared everything with him, generous to a fault. Ryou put up with his short replies and his coldness and the fact that he had once given away their only umbrella in the middle of a rainstorm. Ryou was a lot like Hideo. Somebody warm.
"Because I ran away from home," Ryou said. He heard the stone-hiss of Ryou's clothing against the concrete wall and the worn-out sound of Ryou's battered trainers on the sidewalk. "Because my sister put an advert in the paper and I won't go back anyhow. Because it's unfair that I have things you want and I maybe don't want them at all. I'm an ungrateful and spoiled brat."
There was that, Tomoo admitted to himself. But even so… "It's all right," he said. Even so, even if it were true, it just meant that Ryou was not like Hideo at all. It made it okay that Tomoo couldn't really feel anything for Ryou beyond a vague camaraderie, a tolerant kinship. It was more than Tomoo felt for most people. Better than what he felt for some. "You're a nice ungrateful and spoiled brat."
Ryou let out a puff of laughter that was a warm sound against the cool, spattering rain. "You're a funny guy," he said. "I wish you did hate me."
Tomoo smiled gently at the rain. No, you don't, he thought. "Why's that?" he asked.
"Because then you'd care," Ryou said simply. "One way or the other."
Sometimes Tomoo wondered about Ryou. "Would I?"
"You should," Ryou answered. His voice was suddenly much closer. "You should care about something. Sometimes I think it's like you're dead but walking around anyhow."
I am, Tomoo almost said. "I care about the truth," he told Ryou. "About justice."
Ryou smiled at him, wistful and sad, and then leaned in and kissed him. He pulled away, leaving a faint taste of watermelon on Tomoo's mouth. "I don't know if you're totally empty or totally full," he said softly. "Will you miss me when I'm gone?"
The fact that he couldn't find an answer right away disturbed Tomoo. Ryou's question made something move inside of Tomoo's heart, like liquid under ice. "No," he said at last.
Ryou's face fractured for a split second. "I hope it never gets too late for you to be sorry," he said.
There was no anger in his tone and Tomoo studied him curiously. Ryou looked back at him, honest and sincere. "I'm going to see if the materials yard is empty," he said at last. "I don't want to sit out a typhoon under the bridge."
NO, REALLY.
So, um…maybe I'll be back with some crack or something? To make up for this? Orz
Maou. ♥~Maou~♥ I fell in love with this drama and it made me cry. The summer of 2008 will always be remembered as the summer I cried every week.
Sadly, I think I totally butchered this fic. >.< I hate Naruse Ryou. BOTH OF THEM.
Nothing Lost
"Tomoo?"
"Hm?"
"You're really…"
Tomoo looked away from the sluggishly falling rain. "Ryou?"
"You really sort of hate me, don't you?"
"Of course I don't," Tomoo said, looking back out at the street. He and Ryou were waiting out the sudden storm at one of their usual places, the underpass by the river. It wasn't as good as the steel yard but the yard wouldn't be empty yet, so they had to make due. "Why would I hate you?"
And, really, why would he, he wondered. Ryou shared everything with him, generous to a fault. Ryou put up with his short replies and his coldness and the fact that he had once given away their only umbrella in the middle of a rainstorm. Ryou was a lot like Hideo. Somebody warm.
"Because I ran away from home," Ryou said. He heard the stone-hiss of Ryou's clothing against the concrete wall and the worn-out sound of Ryou's battered trainers on the sidewalk. "Because my sister put an advert in the paper and I won't go back anyhow. Because it's unfair that I have things you want and I maybe don't want them at all. I'm an ungrateful and spoiled brat."
There was that, Tomoo admitted to himself. But even so… "It's all right," he said. Even so, even if it were true, it just meant that Ryou was not like Hideo at all. It made it okay that Tomoo couldn't really feel anything for Ryou beyond a vague camaraderie, a tolerant kinship. It was more than Tomoo felt for most people. Better than what he felt for some. "You're a nice ungrateful and spoiled brat."
Ryou let out a puff of laughter that was a warm sound against the cool, spattering rain. "You're a funny guy," he said. "I wish you did hate me."
Tomoo smiled gently at the rain. No, you don't, he thought. "Why's that?" he asked.
"Because then you'd care," Ryou said simply. "One way or the other."
Sometimes Tomoo wondered about Ryou. "Would I?"
"You should," Ryou answered. His voice was suddenly much closer. "You should care about something. Sometimes I think it's like you're dead but walking around anyhow."
I am, Tomoo almost said. "I care about the truth," he told Ryou. "About justice."
Ryou smiled at him, wistful and sad, and then leaned in and kissed him. He pulled away, leaving a faint taste of watermelon on Tomoo's mouth. "I don't know if you're totally empty or totally full," he said softly. "Will you miss me when I'm gone?"
The fact that he couldn't find an answer right away disturbed Tomoo. Ryou's question made something move inside of Tomoo's heart, like liquid under ice. "No," he said at last.
Ryou's face fractured for a split second. "I hope it never gets too late for you to be sorry," he said.
There was no anger in his tone and Tomoo studied him curiously. Ryou looked back at him, honest and sincere. "I'm going to see if the materials yard is empty," he said at last. "I don't want to sit out a typhoon under the bridge."
NO, REALLY.
So, um…maybe I'll be back with some crack or something? To make up for this? Orz
