Post by Itsunawa Keiji on Apr 6, 2008 22:04:24 GMT -5
"Huh can it be? OH BABY YES! Another host club!" Keiji's heart leaped at the thought that another host club was forming after being shunned from the first club by their king. Keiji thought he had nothing but, on the contrary, he now is apart of something new that will overthrow Tamaki.
Keiji strolled in and peeked around. It was empty. Good, he thought to himself, some alone time. He gave a smirk and wandered around the room a little bit. It was certainly grand but were they open to new members? Keiji glanced at a couple portraits and sculptures, not particularly interested.
He reached into his pocket for his iPod, which he got long ago from his father. They were big in America. He quickly pressed shuffle and listened at random. He sighed and hummed the tune as he continued to inspect the room.
Gradually his hum turned into a whisper which became singing. After a few songs we went all out with singing and a slight dance. His beautiful voice rang in the empty room. He was happy yet he was afraid. He masked his loneliness in this room with joy but as his bracelet tinkled against itself he remembered that all he loved is gone now. He felt like he must only serve others and in no way possible could he ever get close with anyone again.
"Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream I’m trying not to think about you..." Keiji whispered as the slower song turned on. He stood there motionless for a moment then he collapsed. Broken on the floor he pulled himself to a corner and let a few tears roll out. He hastily wiped them and just sat there. Staring at the nothingness. He would be fine but how much longer could he put up with this?
However being alone has its advantages. For the past few months nothing bad has happened, because no one was there to cause it. Music was Keiji's only friend now. The sweet mellow strumming of an acoustic guitar to the fast moving rifts of an electric, he knew them all. He spent alot of time writing love songs and coming up with melodies. He wanted to be a part of music, he could never be what his parents were. Seeing people die day in and day out would be to overwhelming for someone who experienced the loss of those close.
As he calmed down he stood back up and walked toward the large glass window. It was stunningly decorated and glimmered as the sun peered through. The warmth of the sunlight comforted him and he sat on the window sill, moving a vase carefully to make room. As he leaned against the cool wall he smiled again, but for no particular reason. He just wanted to smile today.
He listened as voices passed by this forgotten room. Girls spoke about what boys they though were cute, guys joked around with their pals about random stuff. All unaware that Keiji could hear them. Some even talked about him. They pitied him and gave kindness to the teen. But he didn't want pity, no he wanted true friends that cared for him because they wanted to, not because they felt the duty to.
"I hope you're living the life, Dad. Mom's gone now and I'm 'a troubled teen'. You probably have some hot American wife too." Keiji spoke with scorn to himself. He hated his father for leaving. However he forgot all about his twin sister. Unaware of her existence he believes that his father lives with an American girl pushing a young daughter out of the family portrait.
As time passed by slowly Keiji realized that there was no point of being here. It was getting dark and he needed to get home. Yet he felt an attachment to this room. Something about it made him want to stay. He could bring himself to leave so he stayed. No one waited for him home so what was the point? This room was like him, abandoned. And he could bring himself to abandon another. Even if it was just a room.
Keiji strolled in and peeked around. It was empty. Good, he thought to himself, some alone time. He gave a smirk and wandered around the room a little bit. It was certainly grand but were they open to new members? Keiji glanced at a couple portraits and sculptures, not particularly interested.
He reached into his pocket for his iPod, which he got long ago from his father. They were big in America. He quickly pressed shuffle and listened at random. He sighed and hummed the tune as he continued to inspect the room.
Gradually his hum turned into a whisper which became singing. After a few songs we went all out with singing and a slight dance. His beautiful voice rang in the empty room. He was happy yet he was afraid. He masked his loneliness in this room with joy but as his bracelet tinkled against itself he remembered that all he loved is gone now. He felt like he must only serve others and in no way possible could he ever get close with anyone again.
"Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream I’m trying not to think about you..." Keiji whispered as the slower song turned on. He stood there motionless for a moment then he collapsed. Broken on the floor he pulled himself to a corner and let a few tears roll out. He hastily wiped them and just sat there. Staring at the nothingness. He would be fine but how much longer could he put up with this?
However being alone has its advantages. For the past few months nothing bad has happened, because no one was there to cause it. Music was Keiji's only friend now. The sweet mellow strumming of an acoustic guitar to the fast moving rifts of an electric, he knew them all. He spent alot of time writing love songs and coming up with melodies. He wanted to be a part of music, he could never be what his parents were. Seeing people die day in and day out would be to overwhelming for someone who experienced the loss of those close.
As he calmed down he stood back up and walked toward the large glass window. It was stunningly decorated and glimmered as the sun peered through. The warmth of the sunlight comforted him and he sat on the window sill, moving a vase carefully to make room. As he leaned against the cool wall he smiled again, but for no particular reason. He just wanted to smile today.
He listened as voices passed by this forgotten room. Girls spoke about what boys they though were cute, guys joked around with their pals about random stuff. All unaware that Keiji could hear them. Some even talked about him. They pitied him and gave kindness to the teen. But he didn't want pity, no he wanted true friends that cared for him because they wanted to, not because they felt the duty to.
"I hope you're living the life, Dad. Mom's gone now and I'm 'a troubled teen'. You probably have some hot American wife too." Keiji spoke with scorn to himself. He hated his father for leaving. However he forgot all about his twin sister. Unaware of her existence he believes that his father lives with an American girl pushing a young daughter out of the family portrait.
As time passed by slowly Keiji realized that there was no point of being here. It was getting dark and he needed to get home. Yet he felt an attachment to this room. Something about it made him want to stay. He could bring himself to leave so he stayed. No one waited for him home so what was the point? This room was like him, abandoned. And he could bring himself to abandon another. Even if it was just a room.
