Ghost Boy [1/2]
Jan. 6th, 2010 05:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hikarinonijiIt had always been a clear sight. Not blurry or transparent as in movies, but a solid vision of a young man. Soft features and round lips that always seemed to curl into the same shy grin made his slightly tanned face a nice picture to look at. The black hair made the eyes stand out even more, those eyes who always saw what was going on without being told anything. He wasn't muscular, but as far as the older man could see he had maintained his body well when he was still alive.
It was a shame this fellow died at such a young age.
Never did the young ghost speak, but somehow Koyama always felt what he wanted and in return the other kept him company when there was nobody else. His presence had become such an ordinary thing that the coper haired never knew how precious it was to him until it disappeared.
The first day when he woke up without finding the ghost next to his bed he wasn't too bothered by it. It was true that the boy had been next to his bed most of the time, sending him a genuine smile when he woke up, but the older man was sure the black haired wasn't by his bed all the time when he was asleep, thus he assumed the boy simply didn't return from his own nightly adventures yet.
The day proceeded as usual. Koyama being scolded by his boss. Called by his mother to be scolded yet again for not dropping by enough and after that going out with Yamashita and Tegoshi so they could complain about the world who wasn't aware of the awesome persons they were.
When he came home he had totally forgotten the boy wasn't by his side this morning, but he got reminded of it when he entered an empty living room.
Usually the young man was checking out the books on the shelf, acting all surprised when the other entered the room. He would plop himself onto the couch next to the coper haired man, staring at him with the question written in his dark eyes. 'How was your day?'
Koyama would tell him about little daily things, bits of 'this' and 'that' while losing track of his own story. The younger one always seemed to understand. Smiling and grinning, sometimes even whole hearted laughing at the simple things the other had been through that day.
But now the latter was no where to be found and even after checking every room, including the toilet even though he was pretty sure ghosts didn't need to pee, he had to conclude he was alone.
Slightly disappointed he dropped himself onto the couch, falling asleep while watching some boring program that helped a woman getting over her fear for frying pans.
The next morning came. So did the morning after that, and the one after that. But the ghost boy didn't. Koyama slowly became aware of the fact that the boy most likely wasn't going to show up anymore either.
Suddenly going home wasn't what it used to be and living the life before he had met the younger one felt more like a pain than a relieve.
The hours seemed to last longer and days dragged themselves forward in an endless slumber.
Ignoring the heavy feeling in his stomach the 25-year old decided he would go through the days like he did before. Ghosts came and disappeared, that was how it goes. It was stupid and naive to think this one would stay by his side until he died himself. This wasn't a movie! He wasn't going to be upset about it!
But after he yelled at Masuda, a nice guy who worked in the cafeteria, for adding to much garlic in the gyoza he started to doubt that previous thought. He apologized to the poor latter for not being in a good mood and called in sick so he could get his thoughts straight.
When he came home the emptiness awaited him. Somehow he felt disappointed. In the back of his head he had thought, no, hoped he would find the raven in his living room when he where he would be greeted with the oh-so familiar smile, and maybe a little apology for leaving without letting him know anything.
There was a crack. He was sure he heard it and if anyone would have stood near him they would have heard it too. It was his heart breaking and chattering into a 1000 pieces.
He asked himself if this was what you get if you take someone and their presence for granted, even though the person wasn't really there to begin with.
It was as if sudden realization dawned upon him that he might got a little too attached to the non-speaking, quite handsome ghost boy who remained nameless even though he had known him for over a year by now.
A bit in shock by the overwhelming emotions he felt right now he desperately needed someone with a clear state of mind and a neutral opinion about it. Without thinking he snatched the phone from the little table as he dialed the first number that came to his mind.
"Tegoshi Yuya speaking~ If you're no fun you better hang up now."
Rude little bastard, if it wasn't for the pain in his chest and the clouds in his head he would have hang up on the young boy. But now he was in a state in which he needed to talk with someone like Tegoshi so he made it as short as possible.
"Yuya. It's me."
"Kei-chan," a singing voice said on the other end of the line said, "you sound like no fun at all. What's going on?"
Before Koyama knew exactly what was happening he had started crying and with a wave of words he tried to tell what happened. Hiccups and halting breathings made it almost impossible for the smaller one to understand what his friend was saying thus he stopped the older one in the middle of a sentence, "Kei-chan. I don't understand what's going on, but I'll be at your place in about 10 minutes."
There was a click and the familiar beep tone entered Koyama's ears. It was like someone had splashed a glass of cold water into his face, and maybe it would be for the best if someone actually did. Defeated he looked at his phone, but knowing he wouldn't be alone when Tegoshi came made him clear his mind a little.
Indeed, within 10 minutes the doorbell rang and the tall man rushed to the door, opening it and looking into the worried face of one of his best friends. Without saying anything the younger led him towards the couch where they both sat down.
Slowly patting the older ones hand the younger said in a soothing tone, "now, calm down and tell me what happened. Slowly this time."
Again Koyama told his story, now a lot more understandable. As soon as he finished he started crying again, big tears rolling down his cheeks as an unstoppable waterfall.
The boy pulled his friend down, so he could lay his head on his lap. The fingers of the younger ran through the coper colored hair, as if it would take away bits and pieces of the sadness. The older man sobbed and the boy almost whispered in a tone that couldn't be described with just sadness, "I think you're in love with this ghost Kei-chan."
Eyes widened in shock, and hands clutched onto the t-shirt that was not his own. How could this be happening? What went wrong? Had he really fallen in love with someone that wasn't even there in the first place? The cries were louder, deeper then before and a little hesitating he felt some one caressing his back, trying to calm him down.
"It's okay Kei-chan. I'm here..." He heard those words repetitively, until fell in a deep dreamless sleep.
I wasn't planning on making this very long, but it seems my storyline proves me wrong. Will post the second part tomorrow after I had some sleep.
It was a shame this fellow died at such a young age.
Never did the young ghost speak, but somehow Koyama always felt what he wanted and in return the other kept him company when there was nobody else. His presence had become such an ordinary thing that the coper haired never knew how precious it was to him until it disappeared.
The first day when he woke up without finding the ghost next to his bed he wasn't too bothered by it. It was true that the boy had been next to his bed most of the time, sending him a genuine smile when he woke up, but the older man was sure the black haired wasn't by his bed all the time when he was asleep, thus he assumed the boy simply didn't return from his own nightly adventures yet.
The day proceeded as usual. Koyama being scolded by his boss. Called by his mother to be scolded yet again for not dropping by enough and after that going out with Yamashita and Tegoshi so they could complain about the world who wasn't aware of the awesome persons they were.
When he came home he had totally forgotten the boy wasn't by his side this morning, but he got reminded of it when he entered an empty living room.
Usually the young man was checking out the books on the shelf, acting all surprised when the other entered the room. He would plop himself onto the couch next to the coper haired man, staring at him with the question written in his dark eyes. 'How was your day?'
Koyama would tell him about little daily things, bits of 'this' and 'that' while losing track of his own story. The younger one always seemed to understand. Smiling and grinning, sometimes even whole hearted laughing at the simple things the other had been through that day.
But now the latter was no where to be found and even after checking every room, including the toilet even though he was pretty sure ghosts didn't need to pee, he had to conclude he was alone.
Slightly disappointed he dropped himself onto the couch, falling asleep while watching some boring program that helped a woman getting over her fear for frying pans.
The next morning came. So did the morning after that, and the one after that. But the ghost boy didn't. Koyama slowly became aware of the fact that the boy most likely wasn't going to show up anymore either.
Suddenly going home wasn't what it used to be and living the life before he had met the younger one felt more like a pain than a relieve.
The hours seemed to last longer and days dragged themselves forward in an endless slumber.
Ignoring the heavy feeling in his stomach the 25-year old decided he would go through the days like he did before. Ghosts came and disappeared, that was how it goes. It was stupid and naive to think this one would stay by his side until he died himself. This wasn't a movie! He wasn't going to be upset about it!
But after he yelled at Masuda, a nice guy who worked in the cafeteria, for adding to much garlic in the gyoza he started to doubt that previous thought. He apologized to the poor latter for not being in a good mood and called in sick so he could get his thoughts straight.
When he came home the emptiness awaited him. Somehow he felt disappointed. In the back of his head he had thought, no, hoped he would find the raven in his living room when he where he would be greeted with the oh-so familiar smile, and maybe a little apology for leaving without letting him know anything.
There was a crack. He was sure he heard it and if anyone would have stood near him they would have heard it too. It was his heart breaking and chattering into a 1000 pieces.
He asked himself if this was what you get if you take someone and their presence for granted, even though the person wasn't really there to begin with.
It was as if sudden realization dawned upon him that he might got a little too attached to the non-speaking, quite handsome ghost boy who remained nameless even though he had known him for over a year by now.
A bit in shock by the overwhelming emotions he felt right now he desperately needed someone with a clear state of mind and a neutral opinion about it. Without thinking he snatched the phone from the little table as he dialed the first number that came to his mind.
"Tegoshi Yuya speaking~ If you're no fun you better hang up now."
Rude little bastard, if it wasn't for the pain in his chest and the clouds in his head he would have hang up on the young boy. But now he was in a state in which he needed to talk with someone like Tegoshi so he made it as short as possible.
"Yuya. It's me."
"Kei-chan," a singing voice said on the other end of the line said, "you sound like no fun at all. What's going on?"
Before Koyama knew exactly what was happening he had started crying and with a wave of words he tried to tell what happened. Hiccups and halting breathings made it almost impossible for the smaller one to understand what his friend was saying thus he stopped the older one in the middle of a sentence, "Kei-chan. I don't understand what's going on, but I'll be at your place in about 10 minutes."
There was a click and the familiar beep tone entered Koyama's ears. It was like someone had splashed a glass of cold water into his face, and maybe it would be for the best if someone actually did. Defeated he looked at his phone, but knowing he wouldn't be alone when Tegoshi came made him clear his mind a little.
Indeed, within 10 minutes the doorbell rang and the tall man rushed to the door, opening it and looking into the worried face of one of his best friends. Without saying anything the younger led him towards the couch where they both sat down.
Slowly patting the older ones hand the younger said in a soothing tone, "now, calm down and tell me what happened. Slowly this time."
Again Koyama told his story, now a lot more understandable. As soon as he finished he started crying again, big tears rolling down his cheeks as an unstoppable waterfall.
The boy pulled his friend down, so he could lay his head on his lap. The fingers of the younger ran through the coper colored hair, as if it would take away bits and pieces of the sadness. The older man sobbed and the boy almost whispered in a tone that couldn't be described with just sadness, "I think you're in love with this ghost Kei-chan."
Eyes widened in shock, and hands clutched onto the t-shirt that was not his own. How could this be happening? What went wrong? Had he really fallen in love with someone that wasn't even there in the first place? The cries were louder, deeper then before and a little hesitating he felt some one caressing his back, trying to calm him down.
"It's okay Kei-chan. I'm here..." He heard those words repetitively, until fell in a deep dreamless sleep.
I wasn't planning on making this very long, but it seems my storyline proves me wrong. Will post the second part tomorrow after I had some sleep.
