[First Note's Last Stage, Daiki X OC]
Title: The First Note’s Last Stage
Author: supot
Genre: Failed angst
Type: One-shot
Pairing: Daiki X OC
A/N: Random.
I am standing among the sea of people. Like all of them, I am excited for the show. Like all of them, I love the group so much. Like all of them, there is also one that I adore the most. And I’m afraid that this will be the last time I’ll see him live before my very eyes.
I hold the uchiwa with his face on it across my chest, my heart pounding with each second that passes. My hands were cold and clammy, I look down to look at my watch; 5 minutes till they appear before me-with their shining costumes, jumpy tunes and his bright smile; the show will go on ; even if I’m not in there.
The crowd’s cheer came louder; almost deafening. I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. As much as I wanted to cheer my heart out and call his name, I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.
I can still remember that day.
I strummed my guitar gently and sang. I sing for the children in the hospital; I came there because my grandfather is staying at that hospital too. I got bored and found a nearby room full of playing kids. My mother always says that my voice can soothe every dying soul so I tried to sing for them; my heart raced as I can feel them loving every note that they hear.
Then he came and interrupted me. I paused for a while and asked him what he need.
“Excuse me, my cousin is in here.” He enters the room as he approaches a kid with a cast on his left arm. He smiled at me, “You can continue.”
That was the first time that smile filled my sight. But I was too shy to continue on after that, considering that he is inside. But the kids cheered and asked me to go on so I did. I finished the song and I said I have to leave first to check my grandpa.
“Its okay, my Nii-chan can also sing~ he sings on TV you know. He can sing for us until Onee-chan comes back, right?” The little kid with a cast on his left arm pulls that guy near me, making him sit on the chair I just vacated.
“Okay, okay, I’ll sing for you.” He heads towards me, “My name’s Daiki. Please come back soon, I want to hear you sing longer too.”
“Eh, eh? I- I’m not sure, my grandpa might…” I saw the look in his eyes and that made me say okay.
That was eight months ago.
Daiki, the celebrity became someone very close to my heart. And I can assume he also felt the same way too. But a month ago, he decided to call it quits. Up to now, I still don’t know what happened. We just-fell apart, I think.
Right now, I’m watching him on one of his concerts. I might not be able to talk to him as our connection was long gone after that incident happened.
And I know this is gonna be my last.
One week ago, I was diagnosed of a throat disorder. I was deprived of singing. I can’t sing again; I can’t talk right now; every word is pain.
The clock says it’s time for them to appear onstage; I saw him. His eyes were glistening; his smile is as bright as the moon-it’s everything. My tears flowed even more. I don’t care if somebody sees me crying; call me desperate, I don’t care.
I stood there for almost three hours watching him wave at random people he sees. I know he can’t see me among them; as there wasn’t anything extraordinary about me; I’m sure one of the people who wants to be noticed by one of them.
After the show, I went out the arena where my mother was waiting for me. I smiled at her but she can see through my eyes-the only way to communicate as of the moment, that I am sad. We’ll be leaving for overseas cure the day after tomorrow. Leaving the country isn’t my plan but the doctor said it will be for my own good.
“You want to say goodbye, do you?” Her eyes sad, she wrapped a soft sweater on my shoulders, I nod as a response; but my eyes say it’s impossible.
She then held my hand tightly; I can feel her warmth because of those hands-that time, I felt much secured.
The day after tomorrow; we’ll be leaving after dinner. Mom and I went to some place to buy something that we might need while travelling. She smiled at me like usual, her hand holding mine. I looked at her with a question mark painted on my face. She’s leading me to a park. She left me sitting down the swing and she told me to wait for her.
After a few moments; he was with her, I can’t help my tears but it fell down involuntarily. My mom left us there and told me that she’ll wait for me.
“So…” He started. “I heard you watched me, how is it?” He smiled, and I can see that mom didn’t tell him a thing.
I smiled; but still tears can still be seen in my eyes.
“Why are you crying? Is it the end of the world? Are you okay?” He looks worried; I really want to tell him but I can’t. Instead I held his hand, and with my fingers, I wrote the word ‘goodbye’ to his palm.
He clearly understood it and his eyes grew big. To prevent arousing questions, I wrote ‘thank you’ this time and left as fast as I can. That was my only purpose after all.
I walked away, crying but its fine, atleast I’m able to say goodbye.
I just realized that sometimes, words aren’t the only way to say what you need to a person. It just takes a simple touch and it’ll be fine.
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Hahaha~!
Author: supot
Genre: Failed angst
Type: One-shot
Pairing: Daiki X OC
A/N: Random.
I am standing among the sea of people. Like all of them, I am excited for the show. Like all of them, I love the group so much. Like all of them, there is also one that I adore the most. And I’m afraid that this will be the last time I’ll see him live before my very eyes.
I hold the uchiwa with his face on it across my chest, my heart pounding with each second that passes. My hands were cold and clammy, I look down to look at my watch; 5 minutes till they appear before me-with their shining costumes, jumpy tunes and his bright smile; the show will go on ; even if I’m not in there.
The crowd’s cheer came louder; almost deafening. I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. As much as I wanted to cheer my heart out and call his name, I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.
I can still remember that day.
I strummed my guitar gently and sang. I sing for the children in the hospital; I came there because my grandfather is staying at that hospital too. I got bored and found a nearby room full of playing kids. My mother always says that my voice can soothe every dying soul so I tried to sing for them; my heart raced as I can feel them loving every note that they hear.
Then he came and interrupted me. I paused for a while and asked him what he need.
“Excuse me, my cousin is in here.” He enters the room as he approaches a kid with a cast on his left arm. He smiled at me, “You can continue.”
That was the first time that smile filled my sight. But I was too shy to continue on after that, considering that he is inside. But the kids cheered and asked me to go on so I did. I finished the song and I said I have to leave first to check my grandpa.
“Its okay, my Nii-chan can also sing~ he sings on TV you know. He can sing for us until Onee-chan comes back, right?” The little kid with a cast on his left arm pulls that guy near me, making him sit on the chair I just vacated.
“Okay, okay, I’ll sing for you.” He heads towards me, “My name’s Daiki. Please come back soon, I want to hear you sing longer too.”
“Eh, eh? I- I’m not sure, my grandpa might…” I saw the look in his eyes and that made me say okay.
That was eight months ago.
Daiki, the celebrity became someone very close to my heart. And I can assume he also felt the same way too. But a month ago, he decided to call it quits. Up to now, I still don’t know what happened. We just-fell apart, I think.
Right now, I’m watching him on one of his concerts. I might not be able to talk to him as our connection was long gone after that incident happened.
And I know this is gonna be my last.
One week ago, I was diagnosed of a throat disorder. I was deprived of singing. I can’t sing again; I can’t talk right now; every word is pain.
The clock says it’s time for them to appear onstage; I saw him. His eyes were glistening; his smile is as bright as the moon-it’s everything. My tears flowed even more. I don’t care if somebody sees me crying; call me desperate, I don’t care.
I stood there for almost three hours watching him wave at random people he sees. I know he can’t see me among them; as there wasn’t anything extraordinary about me; I’m sure one of the people who wants to be noticed by one of them.
After the show, I went out the arena where my mother was waiting for me. I smiled at her but she can see through my eyes-the only way to communicate as of the moment, that I am sad. We’ll be leaving for overseas cure the day after tomorrow. Leaving the country isn’t my plan but the doctor said it will be for my own good.
“You want to say goodbye, do you?” Her eyes sad, she wrapped a soft sweater on my shoulders, I nod as a response; but my eyes say it’s impossible.
She then held my hand tightly; I can feel her warmth because of those hands-that time, I felt much secured.
The day after tomorrow; we’ll be leaving after dinner. Mom and I went to some place to buy something that we might need while travelling. She smiled at me like usual, her hand holding mine. I looked at her with a question mark painted on my face. She’s leading me to a park. She left me sitting down the swing and she told me to wait for her.
After a few moments; he was with her, I can’t help my tears but it fell down involuntarily. My mom left us there and told me that she’ll wait for me.
“So…” He started. “I heard you watched me, how is it?” He smiled, and I can see that mom didn’t tell him a thing.
I smiled; but still tears can still be seen in my eyes.
“Why are you crying? Is it the end of the world? Are you okay?” He looks worried; I really want to tell him but I can’t. Instead I held his hand, and with my fingers, I wrote the word ‘goodbye’ to his palm.
He clearly understood it and his eyes grew big. To prevent arousing questions, I wrote ‘thank you’ this time and left as fast as I can. That was my only purpose after all.
I walked away, crying but its fine, atleast I’m able to say goodbye.
I just realized that sometimes, words aren’t the only way to say what you need to a person. It just takes a simple touch and it’ll be fine.
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Hahaha~!