Blinded, Ch. 2/x
Title: Blinded
Chapters: 2/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, AU, AT
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned here.
Warnings: Very basic, almost no-frills writing. And Aoi crying.
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha, The GazettE before Kai came around (in this chapter)
Synopsis: A thousand questions rushed through Yuu's head, only a handful of these questions being ones that can be put into words.
Comments: I didn't realize until now how addictive writing fanfiction could be. I don't usually churn things out this fast. Haha. Anyway, it is my first fic (the second chapter to it). I hope you like it.
Chapter 1.
A thousand questions rushed through Yuu's head, only a handful of these being ones that can be put into words. Is this the same person Yuu fell in love with so many years ago? The one who he merely imagined? If this is the same person, how did she come to exist in this world? How much of their time together as his imaginary love does she remember?
How did she manage to be more beautiful, more radiant, and more magnificent than he can remember?
And why, oh motherfucking why, does she exist in this world as a man?
"Uruha."
And why the FUCK is he using the exact same name Yuu gave her?
"Hey, Akira. Can I use your bathroom?"
Yuu marched to the door Akira pointed at, opened said door, and locked it behind him. The tears he held back started rolling down his pale face as the memories slowly came back to him. He remembered how devastated he felt the day he and his family left Inabe to move to Tsu. His parents kept on telling him that Tsu was a much better place for them to be in, being a larger city with more people and more sights to see and more things to do.
He did believe his parents. He was excited to move to Tsu. Now Yuu remembered. He remembered the reason for his despair, which apparently took years for him to get over.
Uruha disappeared the day Yuu left Inabe. She no longer made her presence known to Yuu. She wasn't even a figment of his imagination anymore. She simply stopped existing.
"Get a fucking grip, drama queen," Yuu whispered to himself as he rubbed his face dry. She was an imaginary friend. Someone you created to cheer up your schizoid ass. And the person you think might be her reincarnation has a damn dick. It's not gonna work, and you know it.
He gathered himself up, flushed the toilet he didn't use, washed his hands, and left the bathroom. Cigarette smoke swirled in the air of the living room as the men on the seats were trying to figure out what to call their new band.
"It should start with G," Takanori said as he lit the cigarette clipped between his lips. "Band names that start with G tend to be easier to remember, I heard." The room had two seconds of silence before Akira spoke.
"You're right. Like Glay."
"Green Machine."
"Garnet Crow."
"Gackt."
"Not a band."
"Anyway, you have a point, a name that starts with G sounds like a good idea," Akira said as he blew out a small puff of light gray smoke. Shingo placed his lit cigarette on an ash tray. "What do you think of Ga-ze?"
"Ga-ze?"
"Yeah, like kaze. Cool and...breezy...and shit."
"Hmm. Yeah it's cool alright, but will people get it? Ga-ze by itself doesn't mean anything."
The discussion on what their band name should be served as background noise for Yuu as he stared at Kouyou (despite his initial resistance to do so). The blonde reached for a guitar pick from his pocket. Kouyou had a black Grassroots/Horizon guitar on his lap. It was one of those guitars that felt as heavy as a drunk teenager, and this was the same guitar that Kouyou would be playing every gig. He would flail around with his monster of a guitar slung on one shoulder for around an hour or so.
He's definitely no girl, Yuu thought as he watched Kouyou tune his guitar. The slightly off-key hum from the D string of Kouyou's guitar made Yuu remember the presence of his other bandmates and of his own guitar. I should probably get a pick out as well. Yuu thought.
Yuu reached into his pocket for a guitar pick as he noticed an object fall out of the pocket he put his hand in. The object landed on Akira's rug. Yuu picked up the object and saw that it was his copy of Artia's first demo tape.
"Huh. Didn't know I still had this cassette." Yuu said to himself.
"Say that again...?"
Yuu looked up to see Takanori and Akira looking at him, asking him to repeat what he muttered to himself. "Um...I didn't know I still had this...cassette...?"
Akira beamed as he heard the last word. Yuu could almost see the gears in Akira's head dismantling the word "cassette" and transforming it into an awesome band name. "Gazette. What do you think?"
Five seconds of silence passed. More cigarette smoke swirled in the air. Takanori blew more light gray mist into the fog in Akira's living room.
"Kickass."
Yuu stared at the ceiling of his living room. He sprawled on his couch, a lit cigarette in one hand, a bottle of beer in another. He pondered about a lot of things. He thought about his trip back to his hometown the next day. He was going to join his family to visit some graves of relatives he doesn't quite remember. He thought of the new band he was in, Gazette. He had yet to play in a band that lasted for more than a year, and he wondered how long this one would last. He thought about the song they finished composing today, and how he had to keep up with Kouyou's pace in that solo...
...Kouyou.
Yuu took another swig from the bottle he was holding as his thoughts held on to the image of Kouyou's face. His fucking beautiful face. His long, blonde hair that obviously was not natural but looked marvelous on him anyway. His full lips. His piercing gaze with those honey colored eyes and long, thick lashes. How those lashes gracefully covered the lovely eyes he had whenever he looked downwards. Yuu wondered what the world looked like from those eyes, particularly when they're closed. He wondered what comprised Kouyou's dreams. Did he dream of his past like Yuu had been for the last week? Were they, perhaps, dreams of being an imaginary entity? Of being female?
"Dammit, Yuu, stop it already," he told himself while he put out his cigarette. He could hear the fluorescent light in his living room buzzing softly as he chugged down the last drops of his beer. He then got up and walked into his bedroom. He felt his knees go numb as his body collapsed on the futon. Yuu glanced at his guitars. Maybe I should practice that riff so it wouldn't be so hard to keep up with that bastard Kouyou. He motioned to get off his futon while he watched his black electric guitar start merging colors with the mahogany body of his acoustic guitar. Kouyou. Another image of the blonde guitarist's face lingered in his mind for a few seconds, before his electric guitar seemingly consumed the entire room as everything went black.
It stayed black until sunrise.
The wind in Inabe howled softly in Yuu's ears as he walked by a row of cherry blossom trees. His family had just visited the last grave of the dead relatives he barely knew. It had been a long, long while since he walked on this road in this part of Mie. He remembered always walking alone, being too shy to run with the other children who played on this road. More than a decade later, he walked on this road again, the cherry blossom-scented breeze brushing his black clothing, blowing through the violet hair he had tied back. And just like before, he walked alone. Pensive.
He intended to go look for a part-time job as soon as he returned to Tokyo. He realized that Gazette had to come up with more songs, and they had to rehearse those blasted songs before they could pimp themselves and try to get gigs. So in the meantime, he needed a way to make sure he won't get kicked out of his apartment.
He found himself standing in front of a field. It was here, wasn't it?
The field where he and Uruha first met. It was also the last place where he saw her.
Yuu walked into the field that had not changed much since the day he left Inabe. Dandelions still decorated the earth like stars did the sky, and the grass still resembled emeralds as the dew from this morning's light shower made the blades glisten under the sun. About the only thing that changed was the level of elevation Yuu's eyes were from the ground.
It had just occurred to him that he didn't dream of her last night. He must have been really tired.
He found the tree where he spent whatever time he had with Uruha. This was where she first appeared to him. He hid his bruised self here from the bigger school boys who would beat him up for being a "punk" simply because he was quiet. He had wished someone would teach him how to speak up. Teach him how to make friends. He knew his wish came true as he felt a soft, warm kiss on one of the bruises on his face.
It was her. Uruha. She had hollyhocks in her black hair. And she was as magnificent as the sun.
Or so he imagined, as no one else could see her. He did suspect that she might have been a ghost, but no one knew of any tragic deaths in Inabe that would have made a spirit haunt the place. She clearly was someone from the world in Yuu's mind.
The memory stopped playing in his head as Yuu slowly walked towards the tree. He had been close enough to see a patch of scratches a little more than four feet above the tree's roots. He had to walk closer to see that underneath those scratches were two names - his and Uruha's.
She clearly was someone from the world in Yuu's mind..
Yuu couldn't stop his tears from falling. He sobbed as he finally remembered why Uruha disappeared the day he moved to Inabe.
He made her disappear.
It was he who marched to the tree and gashed the area where he carved their names. Uruha kept on asking him what was wrong as he kept slashing. He turned to her and said, "everyone at school was happy when they heard I was moving to Tsu. They all said they didn't need a loser whose only friend doesn't even exist. And they're RIGHT."
He continued scratching away at their names. "I can't be like this forever. I have to grow up and have real friends."
"But I'm here, Yuu," Uruha said softly behind Yuu. He turned around again, throwing the stick he used to erase their names. He held out his hand to Uruha.
"PROVE IT THEN. TOUCH ME AND LET ME FEEL YOU. PROVE THAT YOU EXIST."
If he didn't see Uruha's hand already on his other wrist, he wouldn't have known that she was trying to stop him even before he turned around. That confirmed it. He couldn't feel her. Not anymore.
That was the first time Yuu saw tears roll down Uruha's face.
"So if you felt my touch, you would believe that I'm here?"
He was too shocked at the sight of her crying. "Uruha, I..."
"You would believe that my feelings are real, even if I am not?"
He didn't know what to say.
"If that's all it takes, Yuu," Uruha paused as more tears rolled down her face as she forced a smile. "Then I'll figure out a way to escape my world and live in yours. So that you'll feel it when I hold your hand."
He still couldn't say a word. Uruha wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I live in a world that exists in your thoughts. So for me to get out of here," she choked as she held Yuu's hand tighter, although Yuu felt nothing. "You will have to stop thinking of me."
Yuu shook his head. None of what she was saying made sense. "Don't worry, I'll help you. It's easy. I'll..."
Yuu's vision went blurry with the tears that gathered in his eyes.
"I'll make you forget about me." The tears that gathered in Yuu's eyes started rolling down his face as he faintly saw the sky through Uruha's face.
She was fading away.
"No...no. Uruha, I'm sorry," Yuu sobbed. "Don't go."
He felt absolutely rotten begging her not to go, when he was the one who fully intended to leave her. Uruha held him. Yuu would have given anything to have felt her embrace.
"I'll exist in your world, and we'll be together. That would be nice, won't it?" Her voice was now softer than the tree's rustling. "Please be a good man by then, Yuu."
"Uruha, please."
"I won't remember you or this moment when that happens. But you might, so you'll have to call me out when you see me," She whispered as she smiled, her tears and most of her face no longer visible.
"Honja, Yuu."
Her voice was no louder than the rain-scented breeze that kissed Yuu's cheek. Her smile was now replaced by pure sunlight.
"URUHA!"
"Is this thing on?" Takanori's microphone-enhanced voice echoed in the rehearsal studio Gazette had booked for that day. "Guess it is, then."
"Sorry I'm late."
Everyone turned their attention to Yuu, who had just walked in the studio. Yuu's violet hair from a few days ago was now black. It was chopped off at the back but kept long on the sides. It covered a fraction of his cheeks and overall beautifully framed his face, allowing more emphasis on Yuu's esoteric, elegant features.
Takanori grinned at the sight. "Dude. You look cool!"
Yuu pretended not to notice that Kouyou was grinning at him too. He did his best not to blush. "Thanks," Yuu muttered, cracking a small smile. "Hey, Takanori. I composed something. I was hoping you could write the lyrics for it. If you think the sound is any good, that is."
"Sure. Let's hear it."
Yuu pulled out a cassette tape from his jacket and handed to Takanori, who then popped it in the tape player behind him and played it. Not a word was spoken as upbeat, heavy instrumental music resonated within the rock band poster-covered walls of the rehearsal studio. Akira's fingers tapped and plucked on the strings of his unplugged bass guitar. Kouyou stared at an open space, moving his right wrist along with the beat of the music's guitar strumming. Shingo gripped on his drumsticks, nodding to the beat of the music. Takanori had his eyes closed, keeping absolutely still.
The yellow light in the rehearsal studio flickered as the music ended. Takanori opened his eyes, and turned these eyes to Yuu. "I already have the lyrics for it. I wrote them last night. Strangely enough, they fit somewhat." Takanori said as he stopped the tape and pressed the Rewind button. He then fished out a notepad from his backpack. "They're kind of depressing for such an upbeat song, though, but it should work. I think."
Takanori played the tape again, and cleared his throat as the music started.
It took Yuu a significant amount of effort to resist the urge to cry at certain lines Takanori sang.
"Goodbye, see you, take care. Because I will never, never forget you..."
Yuu looked at Kouyou, who was listening intently to Takanori singing along the tape's music. It's better to leave things as they are, even if you are the same Uruha I knew, was what Yuu wanted to tell him, but he didn't dare say anything. We'll be bandmates and all, and it isn't...it isn't right for us to be in love. Not like this.
"It's so lonely, it's almost like I'm dying...your voice won't leave my head."
He clenched his fist, doing his best to keep his emotions under control when Kouyou looked his way and smiled at him, seemingly congratulating him for composing the music for such a nice song.
Forgive me.
A/N: "Honja" is the common way to say farewell to friends in Kansai dialect, which is the common dialect in Mie, which I assume Aoi spoke while growing up. Many thanks to distressedcoma for the English translations to the lyrics of "Wakaremichi".
Chapter Three
Chapters: 2/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, AU, AT
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned here.
Warnings: Very basic, almost no-frills writing. And Aoi crying.
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Pairings/Characters: Aoi/Uruha, The GazettE before Kai came around (in this chapter)
Synopsis: A thousand questions rushed through Yuu's head, only a handful of these questions being ones that can be put into words.
Comments: I didn't realize until now how addictive writing fanfiction could be. I don't usually churn things out this fast. Haha. Anyway, it is my first fic (the second chapter to it). I hope you like it.
Chapter 1.
A thousand questions rushed through Yuu's head, only a handful of these being ones that can be put into words. Is this the same person Yuu fell in love with so many years ago? The one who he merely imagined? If this is the same person, how did she come to exist in this world? How much of their time together as his imaginary love does she remember?
How did she manage to be more beautiful, more radiant, and more magnificent than he can remember?
And why, oh motherfucking why, does she exist in this world as a man?
"Uruha."
And why the FUCK is he using the exact same name Yuu gave her?
"Hey, Akira. Can I use your bathroom?"
Yuu marched to the door Akira pointed at, opened said door, and locked it behind him. The tears he held back started rolling down his pale face as the memories slowly came back to him. He remembered how devastated he felt the day he and his family left Inabe to move to Tsu. His parents kept on telling him that Tsu was a much better place for them to be in, being a larger city with more people and more sights to see and more things to do.
He did believe his parents. He was excited to move to Tsu. Now Yuu remembered. He remembered the reason for his despair, which apparently took years for him to get over.
Uruha disappeared the day Yuu left Inabe. She no longer made her presence known to Yuu. She wasn't even a figment of his imagination anymore. She simply stopped existing.
"Get a fucking grip, drama queen," Yuu whispered to himself as he rubbed his face dry. She was an imaginary friend. Someone you created to cheer up your schizoid ass. And the person you think might be her reincarnation has a damn dick. It's not gonna work, and you know it.
He gathered himself up, flushed the toilet he didn't use, washed his hands, and left the bathroom. Cigarette smoke swirled in the air of the living room as the men on the seats were trying to figure out what to call their new band.
"It should start with G," Takanori said as he lit the cigarette clipped between his lips. "Band names that start with G tend to be easier to remember, I heard." The room had two seconds of silence before Akira spoke.
"You're right. Like Glay."
"Green Machine."
"Garnet Crow."
"Gackt."
"Not a band."
"Anyway, you have a point, a name that starts with G sounds like a good idea," Akira said as he blew out a small puff of light gray smoke. Shingo placed his lit cigarette on an ash tray. "What do you think of Ga-ze?"
"Ga-ze?"
"Yeah, like kaze. Cool and...breezy...and shit."
"Hmm. Yeah it's cool alright, but will people get it? Ga-ze by itself doesn't mean anything."
The discussion on what their band name should be served as background noise for Yuu as he stared at Kouyou (despite his initial resistance to do so). The blonde reached for a guitar pick from his pocket. Kouyou had a black Grassroots/Horizon guitar on his lap. It was one of those guitars that felt as heavy as a drunk teenager, and this was the same guitar that Kouyou would be playing every gig. He would flail around with his monster of a guitar slung on one shoulder for around an hour or so.
He's definitely no girl, Yuu thought as he watched Kouyou tune his guitar. The slightly off-key hum from the D string of Kouyou's guitar made Yuu remember the presence of his other bandmates and of his own guitar. I should probably get a pick out as well. Yuu thought.
Yuu reached into his pocket for a guitar pick as he noticed an object fall out of the pocket he put his hand in. The object landed on Akira's rug. Yuu picked up the object and saw that it was his copy of Artia's first demo tape.
"Huh. Didn't know I still had this cassette." Yuu said to himself.
"Say that again...?"
Yuu looked up to see Takanori and Akira looking at him, asking him to repeat what he muttered to himself. "Um...I didn't know I still had this...cassette...?"
Akira beamed as he heard the last word. Yuu could almost see the gears in Akira's head dismantling the word "cassette" and transforming it into an awesome band name. "Gazette. What do you think?"
Five seconds of silence passed. More cigarette smoke swirled in the air. Takanori blew more light gray mist into the fog in Akira's living room.
"Kickass."
Yuu stared at the ceiling of his living room. He sprawled on his couch, a lit cigarette in one hand, a bottle of beer in another. He pondered about a lot of things. He thought about his trip back to his hometown the next day. He was going to join his family to visit some graves of relatives he doesn't quite remember. He thought of the new band he was in, Gazette. He had yet to play in a band that lasted for more than a year, and he wondered how long this one would last. He thought about the song they finished composing today, and how he had to keep up with Kouyou's pace in that solo...
...Kouyou.
Yuu took another swig from the bottle he was holding as his thoughts held on to the image of Kouyou's face. His fucking beautiful face. His long, blonde hair that obviously was not natural but looked marvelous on him anyway. His full lips. His piercing gaze with those honey colored eyes and long, thick lashes. How those lashes gracefully covered the lovely eyes he had whenever he looked downwards. Yuu wondered what the world looked like from those eyes, particularly when they're closed. He wondered what comprised Kouyou's dreams. Did he dream of his past like Yuu had been for the last week? Were they, perhaps, dreams of being an imaginary entity? Of being female?
"Dammit, Yuu, stop it already," he told himself while he put out his cigarette. He could hear the fluorescent light in his living room buzzing softly as he chugged down the last drops of his beer. He then got up and walked into his bedroom. He felt his knees go numb as his body collapsed on the futon. Yuu glanced at his guitars. Maybe I should practice that riff so it wouldn't be so hard to keep up with that bastard Kouyou. He motioned to get off his futon while he watched his black electric guitar start merging colors with the mahogany body of his acoustic guitar. Kouyou. Another image of the blonde guitarist's face lingered in his mind for a few seconds, before his electric guitar seemingly consumed the entire room as everything went black.
It stayed black until sunrise.
The wind in Inabe howled softly in Yuu's ears as he walked by a row of cherry blossom trees. His family had just visited the last grave of the dead relatives he barely knew. It had been a long, long while since he walked on this road in this part of Mie. He remembered always walking alone, being too shy to run with the other children who played on this road. More than a decade later, he walked on this road again, the cherry blossom-scented breeze brushing his black clothing, blowing through the violet hair he had tied back. And just like before, he walked alone. Pensive.
He intended to go look for a part-time job as soon as he returned to Tokyo. He realized that Gazette had to come up with more songs, and they had to rehearse those blasted songs before they could pimp themselves and try to get gigs. So in the meantime, he needed a way to make sure he won't get kicked out of his apartment.
He found himself standing in front of a field. It was here, wasn't it?
The field where he and Uruha first met. It was also the last place where he saw her.
Yuu walked into the field that had not changed much since the day he left Inabe. Dandelions still decorated the earth like stars did the sky, and the grass still resembled emeralds as the dew from this morning's light shower made the blades glisten under the sun. About the only thing that changed was the level of elevation Yuu's eyes were from the ground.
It had just occurred to him that he didn't dream of her last night. He must have been really tired.
He found the tree where he spent whatever time he had with Uruha. This was where she first appeared to him. He hid his bruised self here from the bigger school boys who would beat him up for being a "punk" simply because he was quiet. He had wished someone would teach him how to speak up. Teach him how to make friends. He knew his wish came true as he felt a soft, warm kiss on one of the bruises on his face.
It was her. Uruha. She had hollyhocks in her black hair. And she was as magnificent as the sun.
Or so he imagined, as no one else could see her. He did suspect that she might have been a ghost, but no one knew of any tragic deaths in Inabe that would have made a spirit haunt the place. She clearly was someone from the world in Yuu's mind.
The memory stopped playing in his head as Yuu slowly walked towards the tree. He had been close enough to see a patch of scratches a little more than four feet above the tree's roots. He had to walk closer to see that underneath those scratches were two names - his and Uruha's.
She clearly was someone from the world in Yuu's mind..
Yuu couldn't stop his tears from falling. He sobbed as he finally remembered why Uruha disappeared the day he moved to Inabe.
He made her disappear.
It was he who marched to the tree and gashed the area where he carved their names. Uruha kept on asking him what was wrong as he kept slashing. He turned to her and said, "everyone at school was happy when they heard I was moving to Tsu. They all said they didn't need a loser whose only friend doesn't even exist. And they're RIGHT."
He continued scratching away at their names. "I can't be like this forever. I have to grow up and have real friends."
"But I'm here, Yuu," Uruha said softly behind Yuu. He turned around again, throwing the stick he used to erase their names. He held out his hand to Uruha.
"PROVE IT THEN. TOUCH ME AND LET ME FEEL YOU. PROVE THAT YOU EXIST."
If he didn't see Uruha's hand already on his other wrist, he wouldn't have known that she was trying to stop him even before he turned around. That confirmed it. He couldn't feel her. Not anymore.
That was the first time Yuu saw tears roll down Uruha's face.
"So if you felt my touch, you would believe that I'm here?"
He was too shocked at the sight of her crying. "Uruha, I..."
"You would believe that my feelings are real, even if I am not?"
He didn't know what to say.
"If that's all it takes, Yuu," Uruha paused as more tears rolled down her face as she forced a smile. "Then I'll figure out a way to escape my world and live in yours. So that you'll feel it when I hold your hand."
He still couldn't say a word. Uruha wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "I live in a world that exists in your thoughts. So for me to get out of here," she choked as she held Yuu's hand tighter, although Yuu felt nothing. "You will have to stop thinking of me."
Yuu shook his head. None of what she was saying made sense. "Don't worry, I'll help you. It's easy. I'll..."
Yuu's vision went blurry with the tears that gathered in his eyes.
"I'll make you forget about me." The tears that gathered in Yuu's eyes started rolling down his face as he faintly saw the sky through Uruha's face.
She was fading away.
"No...no. Uruha, I'm sorry," Yuu sobbed. "Don't go."
He felt absolutely rotten begging her not to go, when he was the one who fully intended to leave her. Uruha held him. Yuu would have given anything to have felt her embrace.
"I'll exist in your world, and we'll be together. That would be nice, won't it?" Her voice was now softer than the tree's rustling. "Please be a good man by then, Yuu."
"Uruha, please."
"I won't remember you or this moment when that happens. But you might, so you'll have to call me out when you see me," She whispered as she smiled, her tears and most of her face no longer visible.
"Honja, Yuu."
Her voice was no louder than the rain-scented breeze that kissed Yuu's cheek. Her smile was now replaced by pure sunlight.
"URUHA!"
"Is this thing on?" Takanori's microphone-enhanced voice echoed in the rehearsal studio Gazette had booked for that day. "Guess it is, then."
"Sorry I'm late."
Everyone turned their attention to Yuu, who had just walked in the studio. Yuu's violet hair from a few days ago was now black. It was chopped off at the back but kept long on the sides. It covered a fraction of his cheeks and overall beautifully framed his face, allowing more emphasis on Yuu's esoteric, elegant features.
Takanori grinned at the sight. "Dude. You look cool!"
Yuu pretended not to notice that Kouyou was grinning at him too. He did his best not to blush. "Thanks," Yuu muttered, cracking a small smile. "Hey, Takanori. I composed something. I was hoping you could write the lyrics for it. If you think the sound is any good, that is."
"Sure. Let's hear it."
Yuu pulled out a cassette tape from his jacket and handed to Takanori, who then popped it in the tape player behind him and played it. Not a word was spoken as upbeat, heavy instrumental music resonated within the rock band poster-covered walls of the rehearsal studio. Akira's fingers tapped and plucked on the strings of his unplugged bass guitar. Kouyou stared at an open space, moving his right wrist along with the beat of the music's guitar strumming. Shingo gripped on his drumsticks, nodding to the beat of the music. Takanori had his eyes closed, keeping absolutely still.
The yellow light in the rehearsal studio flickered as the music ended. Takanori opened his eyes, and turned these eyes to Yuu. "I already have the lyrics for it. I wrote them last night. Strangely enough, they fit somewhat." Takanori said as he stopped the tape and pressed the Rewind button. He then fished out a notepad from his backpack. "They're kind of depressing for such an upbeat song, though, but it should work. I think."
Takanori played the tape again, and cleared his throat as the music started.
It took Yuu a significant amount of effort to resist the urge to cry at certain lines Takanori sang.
"Goodbye, see you, take care. Because I will never, never forget you..."
Yuu looked at Kouyou, who was listening intently to Takanori singing along the tape's music. It's better to leave things as they are, even if you are the same Uruha I knew, was what Yuu wanted to tell him, but he didn't dare say anything. We'll be bandmates and all, and it isn't...it isn't right for us to be in love. Not like this.
"It's so lonely, it's almost like I'm dying...your voice won't leave my head."
He clenched his fist, doing his best to keep his emotions under control when Kouyou looked his way and smiled at him, seemingly congratulating him for composing the music for such a nice song.
Forgive me.
A/N: "Honja" is the common way to say farewell to friends in Kansai dialect, which is the common dialect in Mie, which I assume Aoi spoke while growing up. Many thanks to distressedcoma for the English translations to the lyrics of "Wakaremichi".
Chapter Three