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Thirty-Seven
Shun just stared at the shattered remains near the desk
and gave a heavy sigh. Holding up such a massive lie when the possible
repercussions could demolish a small city was not something he thought he could
handle. Sure, when no one was in danger of being hurt – such as when Suka
first came to Greenwood
– it was easy and it had made Shun a few extra bucks. Now, however, the
risk that came with waiting to see what could become of the odd and almost
frightening development was too big, Shun fearing among all other things that
with losing the trust of his friend he may even lose Suka-chan altogether.
And he was right, living such a fraud, however short and
surprising it may have been lived, was neither healthy nor fair for either of
them. Even if Shun could keep it up forever he knew that it would murder
him inside, not knowing whether or not he need to be a girl for Suka to . . .
love him. . .
It had to be love, and it had to be such a bang to the
back of his red little head. An unfortunate happening that Shun severely
wished had not happened, no matter how truth telling it could potentially
be. After all, what if Suka just loved Shun and nothing but? What
if gender wasn't the role and a miscalculated contrivance gumming up Suka's
already boggled and rattled mind?
Somewhere, or rather, most everywhere Shun cursed all bed
frames to hell and back. Although, it was nice to hear that he was loved
on planes higher than friendship. Given that last few days for
retrospection, Shun was pretty well settling into his own self-admission, but
detested highly that he would have to hide that to be a straight girl. He
would not have it.
So, he thought,
his gentle though downcast gaze turning back towards Kazuya, this is who I am. . .
And no, it wasn't a bad thing. It was new, if it
had to be anything, and while no one heard him, he felt instantly better having
said it. He felt a vice grip on his soul release, the raw flood of truth
pouring through him as a wave carrying all things real about himself crashed
down upon him. Shun was who he was and that was damn well fine with him.
Hasukawa not knowing that he was damn well fine with
himself, however, was the problem. Shun glanced up and meet his friend's
eyes, feeling his heart wrench as Suka offered a soft smile.
"What is it?" he asked quietly.
"I'm not what you think I am, Suka-chan. . ."
Shun reached out and lightly lifted Suka's hand, leaning forward a bit as he
pressed Kazuya's hand to his chest. He could feel Suka jerk to pull away
but held him steady, seeing on his face that Hasukawa could feel him. The pulse of his whole
being echoed through the still room as Hasukawa regained a bit of color.
Trembling, Shun looked down for a moment before meeting the gaze.
"I'm not a girl. . ."
Visibly shaken, Suka's hand relaxed as he pushed against
Shun to make sure it was true, as though some magical touch could make what he
felt into terrible surrealism. "But. . ."
"I never was, Suka-chan. . . you banged your head on
the bed frame and had a mental lapse or something. . . but you. . . I'm not
what you thought I was."
"All this time. . . ?" Suka asked in a meek
whisper. Shun merely nodded, letting his sullen friend's hand drop from
his chest. Shun jerked and skidded back and away, a forlorn shock cast
upon his face. Stark white, Suka just sputtered, pulling his hand away to
stare at it. Silently, he got up and went for the door, Shun unable to
voice a protest as Hasukawa was out and into the hall.
"Suka-chan. .
." he barely mouthed, burying his face into his pillow as his worst fear
was confirmed in mere seconds. The feelings, then, were never real.
"AGH!" A cry as such erupted from the hallway
as a thump was heard. Shun pulled himself up and stared as more murmurs
came.
"Hasukawa died of an aneurysm!"
"Waugh!!"
Shun ripped himself off his back, sweat clinging him to the sheets as wet
strands of hair clung to his face. His tank-top was soaked, hugging his skin
like a magnet to a refrigerator. His eyes twitched, stinging as he held them
wide open. He looked around, pulling his wrist up to stare at his
watch. Seeing that it was just two hours before noon, he furrowed his
brow as he whipped his head around, his hair fanning out in a wide arc.
"Suka-chan?!"
"Mm. . . shut up, Shun, s'Saturday.
. ."
". . . A dream?!
What the hell?!"
"Shut up!"
Shun winced as a pillow beaned
him in the back of the head, turning around to look as Suka retreated back to
the bed atop his own. Shun, confused, just
stared off into space. "Choose-your-own-adventure dreaming? I
think I'm going crazy." He was hit with another pillow as Suka irritably
hung from the top bunk. Shun glared at him and pushed him a little, causing
him to fall from his perch. "Ah! Suka-chan!"
Bam!
"Ow, my head!!"
End.
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