False Advertising
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"I need some sleep, S-Suka-chan. . ." He got up
and pushed by, not bidding a good-day or even a glance as Shun bedded
down. Suka tried to speak but was eschewed by Shun turning his back to
him. Hasukawa sighed, watching as the morning light streamed in and
struck Shun's back with the patterns of leaves, still unsure of what had been
done wrong. . .
A few hours later, Shun awoke from a miserable
sleep. He didn't want to blow Suka off like he remembered that he had,
but he simply couldn't face him then and there. He was scared and
couldn't fess up to not being what Kazuya apparently wanted him to be. He
shook off his sleep and half expected Suka to be over him again, but alas, saw
no one in the room. He frowned a bit at this, hoping that now he could
talk things out.
Sliding to his feet he stood and looked around, the place
feeling very empty with the absence of who was still his best friend. He
couldn't really fault Suka; he didn't
do it on purpose. It was just so fucking unfortunate that it was
unbelievable. Very unbelievable.
Shun sniffed, feeling as though the ability to smile
would be weeks and weeks away. For as long as he could see he would not
be happy. Looking around as the noon sun swept in, he furrowed his brow
at a small slip of paper sticking up on the desk. Immediately snatching
it up, he blanched as he read upon Suka's farewell.
Holding his stomach, he strained to make sure he was
reading correctly:
"Courier New";color:black'> Shun-chan.
. .
"Courier New";color:black'> You've
never been like this before, and I don't know what to do to get you back. I've
decided to leave Greenwood for a while – my stomach started acting up again and
I think I'm going to take a break . . . I guess we weren't meant to work out. I
hope you can smile again, someday. . . I loved it when you did. And don't worry
– your secret is still safe.
"Courier New";color:black'> Hasukawa.
Shun flipped it over; it was so concise, so unbelievably
trite, so idiotic – so Hasukawa that
Shun couldn't accept it as real. Why?! He crumpled up the note and
covered his abdomen to quell the stabbing pains inside. Falling back
towards his bed, his mind could only shriek.
No! No! No!
He struck his head on the bed, his lights knocked out.
End. Who knows what could happen?