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Masochistic MEMOIRS
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
MEMOIR One: Gone
Oshitari's Room, 2:13 A.M.
They were driving along the road, enjoying themselves. Laughing and joking together, the two didn't notice a black car following them until it was too late.
BAM!
The sound of a gunshot made Gakuto stop in the middle of his sentence. Both of them glanced back in fear. "Hold on, Gakuto. I'll get us out of here!"
The redhead only clutched onto Oshitari's jacket, pale, and nodded. He trusted his boyfriend with his life.
Without warning, Oshitari took off, swerving left and right to avoid the bullets of two guns. They were doing well...
The former Hyoutei tensai turned in his bed.
CRASH.
The car collided with an enormous tree, setting both the car and tree on fire. Oshitari felt trembling slender hands remove his seat belt and pushing him out of the car.
He crashed painfully into the ground. The tensai tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't.
Suddenly, fear struck him strongly.
He didn't know why at first, but his senses came back to him in a few seconds and he realized the anguished sounds he heard were of his lover screaming.
"I love you, Yuushi!"
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Atobe stared hard into Oshitari's eyes. "He's gone."
The blue haired teenager shook his head. Slowly at first, but it gradually became frantic. "No! IT CAN'T BE TRUE!" The tensai immediately bolted out of bed, limping towards the door. His parents reached out to their son, but Atobe beat them to it.
It took Atobe all his strength to hold the flailing boy from running off on his own and hurting himself again. Besides, it wasn't safe for him to go out.
"Listen... Yuushi, listen to me!"
"No! Lies! You're lying to me! Gakuto can't be dead!"
"OSHITARI YUUSHI! AS YOUR CAPTAIN, I COMMAND YOU TO SHUT UP AND LISTEN!"
It was no use. The tensai continued to struggle.
Atobe took a deep breath and glared furiously at his friend. "GAKUTO IS NOT DEAD!"
This made the boy stop. He turned and grabbed Atobe's shoulders. "What do you mean he's not dead?! You said he was gone!"
The diva glared even more. "Yuushi, you need to calm down before I tell you anything. Get back into bed and eat first."
When the blue headed teen refused to budge, the Hyoutei captain sighed. "...I won't tell you anything if you don't do what I tell you now."
Reluctantly, Oshitari climbed back into the bed with Atobe's help. Atobe turned to Oshitari's parents and bowed to them. "I'm sorry, but I think it would be best for me to discuss the situation with Yuushi alone. I hope you understand, Oshitari-san and Oshitari-san."
Oshitari Junko (1), the tensai's mother, smiled tiredly. "It's fine. I'll tell the doctor to wait until you're done... Just don't take too long, Atobe-kun. And please just call us by our first names." She reached out and took her hesitant husband's hand before leading them both to the door.
When the doors were closed, Oshitari stared hard at Atobe and demanded, "Tell me. Now."
Atobe picked up an apple and washed it at the sink in the bathroom. Returning, he held the apple out towards his teammate. "Eat."
Oshitari shook his head. "Tell me where Gakuto is."
The gray-haired teen took his friend's hand and placed the apple in them. "Eat, and I will tell you."
Lifting the apple up to his lips, Oshitari took a bite out of it, finally realizing how hungry he was.
Atobe settled in the chair next to the bed, ignoring how uncomfortable it was. His friend was more important at this moment. "Yuushi, first, you need to know that you were in coma for a month."
The other boy stopped chewing and stared at Atobe. "A... month?"
The captain nodded. "Yes, and when you crashed, a man happen to be nearby. After you had lost consciousness, he jumped into the car and got Gakuto out right before the car exploded into pieces. The doctors here tried their best to save Gakuto, but the best they could do was keep him alive and bandage his wounds. I offered the Mukahis to have the best doctors in the world to treat him, but they refused and left for America. They had Gakuto transferred on a plane. He's somewhere in the States now..."
"Atobe, you can use your connections to look for him?"
He shook his head. "It would take at least a few months. The Mukahis were very secretive and kept their whereabouts quiet. It took me this whole month to only find out that they are in the States."
"How was... he when he left?" Oshitari was almost afraid to ask. Scratch that. He was afraid.
Atobe hesitated before replying, "Not in very good condition. He stopped breathing a few times..."
The blue haired boy stared at him. "You don't mean... he..." The tensai found himself choking on his own sobs.
"...Yes..." Atobe admitted quietly. He looked at the wall across from him, avoiding Oshitari's eyes. "He... might or might not be alive at this very moment."
"No..."
"NO!" Oshitari shot up in his bed, covered in sweat. He looked at his hands to see that they were shaking.
He closed his eyes, painful memories from four years ago now fresh in his mind.
---
"He's alive. And he's coming back."
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The former tensai sighed and looked at his clock. 3:59 A.M.
Getting up, he carefully stepped onto the carpet and walked down his apartment's hallway to the kitchen.
Filling his cup up with milk and warming it up at the microwave, the man sat down in a chair and slowly drank his milk.
Oshitari's eyes were drawn to the object in his hands, and he gave himself a bitter smile. On the white mug, was a picture of a tennis ball with a chibi Gakuto hugging a chibi Yuushi while sitting on the ball. It was a custom made mug that Gakuto had gotten for him on his 15th birthday. It brought back happy memories before he was once again reminded of his loss.
He had treasured the mug with his heart, and he used it whenever he felt the need to. Even the warm milk was a habit he had picked up.
"Warm milk?"
A younger Gakuto looked up with a sheepish smile, dressed in blue striped pajamas.
Oshitari shook his head. "I don't understand why you drink this stuff every time you have a nightmare."
"Well, it's like... a good luck charm. That keeps away evil things," Gakuto tried to explain.
"I don't see how drinking milk wards of evil spirits."
"It comforts me, and whenever I have a nightmare, I drink warm milk! And it helps me chase away the evil nightmares I have. See? It's like a charm!"
"...Then why don't you just drink it every night?"
"Because that won't work. I tried it a few times already. It only works when I wake up and drink the milk before going asleep."
Oshitari stared at his crush strangely. "...You're weird."
But after a week, the tensai had picked up Gakuto's strange tradition.
Finishing the white liquid, Oshitari washed the mug before heading upstairs and climbed into the bed again.
He stared up at the ceiling, slowly nodding off into sleep.
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"I love you, Yuushi."
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Narita InternationalAirport 5:27 A.M.
Mukahi Gakuto stepped out of Gate 245 with his carry-on bag (a red backpack) on his back. He glanced around and tried to read the many signs in various languages.
Reading the Japanese section, he slowly navigated his way around the huge building. Arriving at the luggage claim, he found a spot and waited for his luggage.
It wasn't long before Gakuto had his two suitcases in tow, and was heading towards the north exit.
Scanning the crowds, he spotted an old man dresses in a fine suit holding a sign with his name. He walked towards the man.
"Are you Mukahi Gakuto-sama?"
The redhead nodded.
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"Are you really sure you want to return?"
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T.B.C.
1. I don't know his parents' names. Anyone know them?
First Unrevised Version 9.22.07
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