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Masochistic MEMOIRS
"Bold" English for dialog
"Normal" Japanese when used for dialog
"Italics" Flashback, Important Stuff, Locations, etc
Masochistic MEMOIRS
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
PrologueBam. Crash.
The sound of a huge collision echoed throughout the road.
Sound... There was a terrifying sound tearing through the air. It took Oshitari a few minutes to register everything. Screams... anguished screams, he thought. The sounds he heard was of someone screaming in pain.
Suddenly, the boy panicked. He had realized who was screaming.
Gakuto!
The sound of an ambulance was the last thing he heard before the darkness enveloped him.
"...doctor! Hurry, he's waking!"
Oshitari stirred. Where was he? The tensai tried to move, but he was not very successful. He realized that practically his whole body was wrapped in bandages.
Then it hit him.
The boy shot up and ignored the burning pain that shot through his body. "Where's Gakuto?!"
Oshitari looked around frantically, but he only saw his parents and Atobe looking at him gravely in the room. In a white, dull, and lifeless-like hospital room.
He brought himself to look at his captain. "Where is he...?" he whispered.
Atobe regarded him with sad eyes. Oshitari felt himself go cold. 'Please... no...'
His friend only shook his head. "He's gone."
Four Years Later...
Oshitari Yuushi grunted as he placed his desk into the corner of the room. He stood up and dusted off his hands, satisfied that he was done with rearranging his apartment.
A sudden crash and a string of curses from his living room brought the blue haired man running to check on what was going on. Arriving, he saw Atobe bent over hopping on one foot. Quite ungraceful for someone like the diva.
"Yuushi! What is wrong with you?! Leaving boxes out for Ore-sama to trip on."
Oshitari raised a brow. "'Ore-sama' is supposedly graceful and poised. I didn't know he could trip on a mere box."
"Hhmp. Don't just leave things around next time." Atobe glared.
"Hai hai. Really, Keigo, you need to stop being so sensitive," he paused and a thought hit him, "What are you doing here?"
The diva unexpectedly quieted down with an uncomfortable expression on his face.
"What is it, Keigo? Did you do something to upset your father again?"
Atobe frowned and shook his head. "Yuushi. I... have received some news... That you may not be ready to know about yet."
The tensai snorted. "What? Did you get Jiroh pregnant, and you want me to be your child's godfather?"
The grey-haired man looked at Oshitari in the eye; he found himself frozen. "I'm serious."
"Alright... what is it?" He sighed.
Atobe's expression changed into one that Oshitari had only seen once in his lifetime. One that he saw only four years ago...
Oshitari suddenly felt like he didn't want to know whatever news Atobe was about to tell him.
"He's alive. And he's coming back."
TBC.
First Unrevised Version 9.11.07
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"Bold" English for dialog
"Normal" Japanese when used for dialog
"Italics" Flashback, Important Stuff, Locations, etc
Masochistic MEMOIRS
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
PrologueBam. Crash.
The sound of a huge collision echoed throughout the road.
Sound... There was a terrifying sound tearing through the air. It took Oshitari a few minutes to register everything. Screams... anguished screams, he thought. The sounds he heard was of someone screaming in pain.
Suddenly, the boy panicked. He had realized who was screaming.
Gakuto!
The sound of an ambulance was the last thing he heard before the darkness enveloped him.
"...doctor! Hurry, he's waking!"
Oshitari stirred. Where was he? The tensai tried to move, but he was not very successful. He realized that practically his whole body was wrapped in bandages.
Then it hit him.
The boy shot up and ignored the burning pain that shot through his body. "Where's Gakuto?!"
Oshitari looked around frantically, but he only saw his parents and Atobe looking at him gravely in the room. In a white, dull, and lifeless-like hospital room.
He brought himself to look at his captain. "Where is he...?" he whispered.
Atobe regarded him with sad eyes. Oshitari felt himself go cold. 'Please... no...'
His friend only shook his head. "He's gone."
Four Years Later...
Oshitari Yuushi grunted as he placed his desk into the corner of the room. He stood up and dusted off his hands, satisfied that he was done with rearranging his apartment.
A sudden crash and a string of curses from his living room brought the blue haired man running to check on what was going on. Arriving, he saw Atobe bent over hopping on one foot. Quite ungraceful for someone like the diva.
"Yuushi! What is wrong with you?! Leaving boxes out for Ore-sama to trip on."
Oshitari raised a brow. "'Ore-sama' is supposedly graceful and poised. I didn't know he could trip on a mere box."
"Hhmp. Don't just leave things around next time." Atobe glared.
"Hai hai. Really, Keigo, you need to stop being so sensitive," he paused and a thought hit him, "What are you doing here?"
The diva unexpectedly quieted down with an uncomfortable expression on his face.
"What is it, Keigo? Did you do something to upset your father again?"
Atobe frowned and shook his head. "Yuushi. I... have received some news... That you may not be ready to know about yet."
The tensai snorted. "What? Did you get Jiroh pregnant, and you want me to be your child's godfather?"
The grey-haired man looked at Oshitari in the eye; he found himself frozen. "I'm serious."
"Alright... what is it?" He sighed.
Atobe's expression changed into one that Oshitari had only seen once in his lifetime. One that he saw only four years ago...
Oshitari suddenly felt like he didn't want to know whatever news Atobe was about to tell him.
"He's alive. And he's coming back."
TBC.
First Unrevised Version 9.11.07
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