Too much love kills

Part I

I loved Nittle Grasper since elementary school, since I heard their first CD. I remember how big impact their music made on me. I was amazed, I listened them everywhere, on the way to school, during breaks, while I was studding, even in the bathroom. Every time I heard Ryuichi Sakuma singing it was like listening to the voice of God. Ryuichi was a God. He seemed perfect to me in every single detail, and my biggest dream was to shake his hand, to meet him, to tell him how important he's to me.

My parents had never let me go to Nittle Grasper's concert because I was too young, but I promised myself I'll see my idols live when I get older. I just forgot about one option - that they might fall apart.

Nittle Grasper was no more. I thought I lost the opportunity to see them forever. Noriko had a family, Tohma became a president of his own company, and Ryuichi went to America. All I had left where CDs and music videos. Seeing Nittle Grasper became only an unfulfilled dream, and gradually I came to terms with it. My live went on without any surprises until my parents decided I'll go to USA. My older brother, Yoshiki, worked in Seattle so my mother suggested that it would be a great opportunity for me to live there for a while, go to school, and learn English. To be honest, I didn't care. Japan, USA, whatever. I'd never mind traveling so it wasn't a problem for me.

Life in America was so different, and yet so typical, and normal. I picked up English quite quickly, and assimilated with the society. I had some friends, and had no reasons to complain. Seattle was quite ok, maybe just too cold. I didn't expect that one day my life will change forever.

When I found out that Ryuichi Sakuma was going to have a concert in Seattle, at first I thought my mind is playing some tricks on me. I couldn't believe it's true, but it was. There was no doubt about it. Ryuichi was really going to play in a city I lived in.

I was only sixteen, but my brother agreed to go with me to the concert. It made me the happiest person in the world. At last my dreams could come true. I was so excited that the day before the concert I gathered with other fans in front of the hotel, waiting for my idol's arrival. I'll never forget this moment when the white limo stopped, and Sakuma-san came out, escorted by the guards. He looked magnificent in the expensive purple coat, and orange glasses. He looked like a real star.

People were so loud I couldn't hear my own thoughts, but it didn't matter at the moment. I only wanted to watch Sakuma-san. He waved to his fans, and they waved him back. I did the same, but only for a second. When Sakuma-san looked me straight in the eyes I found myself unable to move. I blushed instantly, I thought I was going to melt. I was noticed by a God, and what's more I saw him smiling in a mysterious way. Then he just entered the hotel, and disappeared from my sight.

I stood there for a while with others, hoping that Sakuma-san will sing something for us from the window. It didn't happen, but it doesn't mean it was the end of surprises. Unexpectedly I was caught by a tall, blond American.

"Do you mind coming with me?" He asked. "I would like to speak to you."

Suddenly I felt very confused, but I recognized this man, he arrived with Sakuma-san. That's why I nodded. We left the crowd, and went to the back door. I wondered what that man wanted from me. I was just a normal kid, so what were his intentions?

"I'm Cloud Winchester, for friends K. I'm Ryuichi's manager." He introduced himself.

"Subaru Yamato." I said shyly.

"Ryuichi wants to see you." announced Mr. Winchester, and my jaw dropped. "He asked me to take you to his room."

"It's a joke, isn't it?" I mumbled. Why would Ryuichi Sakuma like to meet me? It was absurd.

"No, it's not." Mr. Winchester sounded very serious and displeased. I had an impression that he don't want to talk with me about it.

"I... I don't get it..." Was I dreaming? I had to. It couldn't be real. Things like that happen only in movies, don't they?

"Are you alright, kid?"

"Yes... yes." I spaced out for a moment.

"Come with me." He showed me the way.

I followed him, and in the meantime pinched myself. It seemed I wasn't dreaming at all.

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When I entered the room I saw Sakuma-san sitting on the luxurious sofa. He was dressed all in white, including leather choker. I bet those clothes were very expensive. He looked at me, and I blushed. I still couldn’t believe it’s really happening. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I’m gonna explode.

„Sakuma-san… it’s… it’s really you…” I mumbled.

„Yes, it’s me.” He approached me, and shook my hand, like westerners usually do. „What’s your name?” He asked smiling nicely. He looked very innocent, not counting the outfit.

„Subaru Yamato… Wow… I can’t believe I’m actually talking with you… why me… why?” I thought I’m gonna faint from happiness.

„It’s great to meet someone from my homeland. I haven’t spoken in Japanese for a long time. Besides Kumagoro thinks you’re sweet.”

„Really?” I laughed. Sakuma-san was such a cute person.

„Sweet and nice. Kumagoro wants to make friends with you, but it’s not much time now, so what about the evening? I’m throwing a party, and you’re invited.”

I watched Sakuma-san with my mouth opened. Did He say I’m invited? Me? An average boy? By the most famous Japanese celebrity? How was it possible to be so lucky? Of course I wanted to say „yes”, but then I realized my brother might not let me. No, wait. I had to go. There wouldn’t be second chance. I’ll tell my brother that a friend invited me. If I told him the truth, he wouldn’t believe me anyway. Yes, it was a good solution. I was going to be at Ryuichi Sakuma’s party, no matter what.


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