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Blink	By : yeagerbomb Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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glad to see people are reading, but i have one question for demonladysesshomaru (sorry for misspelling): i didn't understand what you meant by 'seeing how eiri and tohma's connection developed from YOUR POV'. could you clarify this? thanks.~

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Saturday morning dawned much too soon for me, but clearly sooner for the four adults in the house. Tatsuha and I decided to make breakfast for everyone and let Mother sleep in. We made pancakes from scratch, and as I cooked them, Tatsuha set the table. I set the pancakes on the table and got out the syrup. Tatsuha grabbed the milk and orange juice, even though I told him to only pick up one. Halfway to the table, the juice slipped from his hand and, in the scramble to catch it, he dropped the milk too. Both containers burst open, spilling their contents everywhere.

�Tatsuha,� I hissed. �I told you to only take one.�

�I-I�m sorry,� he said, starting to cry.

�Don�t cry,� I sighed, grabbing towels to mop up.

�Hey, what�s going on in here?� I heard behind me. I froze, knowing that at least one person was standing in the doorway, if not more. I slowly turned around, and was relived to find it was only Tohma.

�Um� Breakfast?� I said.

�I see. Would you boys like a hand?� I nodded. �Alright, let�s see. What did we spill? Milk and juice?� I nodded again, and Tohma helped me soak up the liquids. �Well this doesn�t seem too bad.� He looked in the fridge and pulled out another gallon of milk. �I don�t see anymore juice, but that should be okay. I think the adults are all going to be more into coffee, okay?�

�Yeah,� I said, showing him where the coffee stuff was. He got it all going, and just as it finished, Mika walked into the kitchen.

�Smells good. Who cooked?� My hand shot into the air, and she smiled. �Okay, I can�t wait to eat then. Where�s the coffee, Tohma?�

�Right here,� he said, placing a cup in her hands.

�Oh, thank you, honey.� Mika sat down next to Tatsuha, who was staring at the food. �Go ahead and eat, Tatsuha. I don�t think Mother or Father will be up for a while longer.� Tohma sat down and so did I. The four of us ate and talked quietly as the rain that had started the night before passed on.

Later that afternoon, Tatsuha was doing his homework and I was trying to recite deities in the living room while Father was doing work at the temple and Mother was shopping with Mika. Tohma was in our room, probably napping. I was muttering under my breath, but whenever I got stuck, or skipped something, Tatsuha would correct me.

I looked at him skeptically, watching him do his second grade work. �You should take the temple,� I muttered, tired of reciting nonsense gibberish for Father. �You know more than I do, and I�m six years older than you.�

Tatsuha looked at me, light tears lining his eyes. �But you�re older. You�ll always be picked first. If Mika were a boy, she would be the one taking it.�

�If Mika-chan were a boy, Tohma-san wouldn�t be here. And if he was, Mother and Father would pick me over her.�

�How come?� he asked.

�Because if Mika-chan were a boy marrying a boy, Father would never speak to her again. Well, maybe that�s too far. But he wouldn�t be happy at all.�

�Oh.� Tatsuha went back to his homework and I continued muttering, getting quieter and quieter as writings started forming in my mind. Maybe a poem, or the opening of a story; I wasn�t entirely sure. But suddenly I realized that I had left my notebook for anyone to find. I jumped up and nearly ran to my bedroom. I knocked before opening the door, unsure of what Tohma may have been doing. He answered the knock, and I walked in.

�Yes, Eiri?� he asked kindly. I stood stammering for a moment, blushing a violent red. �Eiri?�

�Um� I left a notebook u-under my pillow, and I kinda need it,� I finally spat out. I looked at Tohma and then my pillow, praying he hadn�t found it.

�This one?� he asked, sounding a little worried, holding up my notebook. I nodded. He handed it to me, trying to smile. �Ah� I�m sorry if it was private. I knew I shouldn�t have, but once I found it, I couldn�t stop reading.� My face turned even redder as I took it from his outstretched hand. �I thought the poems were beautiful. So heartfelt and authentic. It really kind of spooked me. The story was wonderful as well. �Teardrops� was my favorite part.�

I looked at him, remembering the day I had written it. �Really?�

�Yes. It was precious.� I felt my heart swell at his words, praising my work.

�Really? I�ve never let anyone see them, and sometimes I think they�re bad,� I said, lowering my head a little, the familiar sense of disappointment settling once more on my shoulders.

�It was terrific. If you could just get the chapters to stick to one another a little better, it would be nearly publishing worthy when it�s finished.� I stared at him. Chapters�? I didn�t understand.

�What do you mean?� I asked cautiously.

�Well,� he said, opening the notebook, �your character development is very good. I like how you do it throughout, rather than in just the opening chapter or two. But your timeline doesn�t quite fit together, and you sometimes mention past chapters, but not always. I really like your style, it�s so unique.�

�But�� I didn�t know why he thought they were all one story. I thought they were all their own separate thing. �They�re not chapters. They�re short stories.�

Tohma looked at me, surprised. �Really? You seem to use the same characters throughout it; it�s all in first person, seemingly the same person. These are individual stories?� I nodded. �Well, take a look. You use the same character-character relationships as well as the same names.�

�But they�re separate,� I insisted. �In this one, I talk about school. How the kids treat the narrator. In this one, it�s home. How Mother acts. �Teardrops� is about when Mika left. How hurt and scared I was to be left alone. �Simple� was about when Tatsuha was a baby. Can�t you see the differences?�

�Yes, but it�s all about the timeline. Can�t you see the similarities?� I thought a moment, and realized he was right. These were less stories, and more a diary written creatively. As a story, but all out of order. All I would have to do was rearrange them to make the timeline fit better.

�Wow,� I muttered, finally seeing it. I looked at Tohma. �How did you see that? It�s my life, and I knew exactly the order it should have gone in, but because I wrote it out of order, I didn�t think of it that way.�

Tohma smiled. �It�s just something I�ve learned. They�re all beautiful, but I won�t say anything if you don�t want me to.�

�Please don�t. Mother wouldn�t like it.�

�Alright. Now you go do something, okay?� I nodded and left after locking up my notebook, feeling secure that Tohma wouldn�t say a single word to anyone about it.~
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