1 /?? Title: Through my eyes
Rating: everybody (for now)
Banda: Plastic Tree
Chapter 1 [Ryuutarou]
I remember like it was yesterday. That night we played in one of those small live house without much success although we were accustomed to the lack of progress. Like all the countless times we played somewhere, we met to rehearse or just we were with enough money in your pocket, the night was the intention of ending up in my little to purple, with more alcohol than we should consume up to drown our concerns about the future of our band. With my guitar on his shoulder disponíaa me take the tiny, battered ban carrying us, when Shiro, our singer, arrived accompanied by a jet black haired boy who hid his face, body slim, tall, well I guess just under the huge clothes he was wearing.
"This is Taro-kun, he said with a slight movement of his head indicating the boy who looked incredibly uncomfortable despite not having been a victim, even, other band members. Shiro looked into his eyes for a moment looking for the answer to a question he did not want to make, and anyway I could guess the answer.
"Hi Taro-kun" I said as politely as I could, trying to hide my emotions, disgust and shame, given the expectation of what would become our night. The boy rearrangement without moving much of their place while rubbing his left arm nervously. I almost feel like frowning. Something was wrong.
The dark-haired answered with just a slight tilt of his head but gave no Shiro long time to form a response in less than 5 minutes and had introduced us to everyone and in a blink we were on the highway road to my apartment, all crammed into the tiny filled with alcohol ban and with more people than seats. Kazuo , driving at full speed and the way it could have taken us 30 minutes, was completed in less than 15. Taro-kun did not look more upset than before, which surprised me, and only dedicated himself to play with the huge sleeves of his shirt as he looked out the window at the sky, the moon illuminating his face Pá ; lido, allowing first saw her fleshy lips, his prominent, but not disproportionate, nose and black eyes.
And just so many times before, most had not had time to download the bottles of alcohol when they were all in possession of their respective drink, cigarette in hand and talking any little thing. I, as host, was in charge of putting the music and make sure they all stay away from my room, especially Shiro, although I can not deny that I was enjoying the evening.
I do not know how long it went well, singing a song or two, drinking beer like water, smoking cigarette after cigarette, talking about the new conquest of Tatsuya or what the next expected who knows when you touch it. For no apparent reason, my attention was focused on the new achievement of our singer, who looked very drunk, alcohol, coloring her cheeks, while talking happily with Shiro without really knowing what were the intentions of this . I do not know why I felt in some ways as the protector of the boy, would that be looked younger than me? Or perhaps because overflowed innocence despite being drinking and smoking like everyone else? I really do not know, but at the time felt he had to protect Taro-kun and soon I was reminded of what exactly had to protect him.
our singer's hands were on knees white boy who did not seem undeterred by the extreme proximity. Shiro walked up to her ear and whispered something I could not hear, but this was not necessary to know which was the invitation, and the fact that both got up off the couch, Taro -kun staggering a little, it was everything you need to know that Shiro had launched its widget. Taking the hand to the younger, Shiro went to the only room of the place: mine. And that was the only excuse I needed.
"Hey, Shiro, what are you doing? - I yelled from my post, too lazy to get up yet. The aforementioned are turned away, fixing his eyes on me with something similar to the surprise even closer to hatred and disgust.
-Taro-kun I take a more comfortable, "he replied gall. I looked at the dark-haired smiling even though he could not keep standing by itself.
"You know you can not go in there," he said, and though it was an excuse, it was true. None of them had the right to enter my room under any circumstances. Taro Shiro hugged the waist and held it to his body so possessive and he fell just a little but made no further attempt to escape.
"Then we go to another place ... What about my house? - Asked very close to ear boy who so only managed to nod her head which nearly causes him to lose balance.
-Shiro think it's better than Taro-kun to stay here, "I answered as I stood finally the chair. The whole room seemed to remain silent despite the music boomed at a high volume.
-you say Akira Shiro he replied smiling, as a mock-Tarou-kun If you come with me and he is already a big boy Is not taro-chan? - asked what the dark-haired nodded again but now at last seemed notice my presence.
-Taro-kun, I think it's better to stay, "he said, looking into his eyes, those eyes unfathomable Black nailed mine.
-Akira-san, Shiro-san is right, "said the boy and finally I could hear his voice. It was a sweet little child, he spoke softly and music almost managed to drown out all sound but still the words came to my ears.
"These drunk," he said stressing the obvious but I could not anticipate the impact of my words in that boy.
- I can take care alone - suddenly screamed and her voice became something new and I was surprised that this creature could get out a cry as well. Do not know what to say.
-Shiro, I think you should go, "came to my rescue Kazuo surprised everyone.
The aforementioned can only make us look at two, then look at Taro and finally he left without saying a word and slammed the door the only indication of his anger.
Taro was left standing there, not knowing very well that happened or that should do next, like a child lost and misplaced. Finally he sat on the same chair where he had spent all night but this time I was all alone. The tension in the room was such that I could almost swear that the next sound would break us all apart. Kazuo was again broke the silence behind him apologizing and other members of the band were going, one by one until only Taro and I stayed. What did you expect to go? Just stood there, sitting with his eyes fixed on the ground and his hands hidden under the sleeves of his jacket resting on his lap.
-Taro-kun ... - call him but did not know what else to say.
"My name is Ryuutarou" he said softly, lifting her eyes slowly, his expression unreadable.
-Ryuutarou-kun-the name sounded oddly familiar to my lips and in that instant, for the first time I saw her smile and her smile was not drunk, but a sincere smile and yet mysterious. And that smile took my breath away.
- I can stay here tonight? I prefer not to come home and drunken-I wonder in his voice I could hear that in fact he was still drunk. I wanted to ask if their parents would not worry but chose to abstain.
"Sure, if you do not mind sleeping on the couch," I said and smiled again only , settling on this using his rucksack as pillow.
"I'm used to," was all his answer while his eyes slowly closed.
I took a couple of seconds to realize that in fact he had fallen asleep there could not Masy help feeling that feeling again that I should protect Taro-kun ... to Ryuutarou. I covered it with a couple of blankets that had more than enough and change your suitcase for a pillow under his head before going to sleep, not without giving a last look.
*****
the MAN next morning I woke with a terrible headache which I was more than usual, which did not make it less annoying. With eyes still half closed I get a box of painkillers the night table beside my bed and I disponíaa them when I noticed that there was no water to pass. Slowly so as not to hurt my body more stunned me out of bed and my bare feet I went to the kitchen cursing quietly remembered not having to leave a glass of water on hand last night.
On my way to the kitchen I found a shadowy figure accommodated on the couch. A child of an enormous size! His face looked about 12 years but his stature was certainly greater than mine. At that moment I remembered the night before, or at least much of it, including a fight, and the young man to whom I Ryuutarou inn after having "saved" from the clutches of Shiro. Silently I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, thinking the first time because hell I had intruded between Shiro and his latest conquest. Although Ryuutarou certainly was not the type of Shiro and in fact know where the hell had taken our vocalist this guy.
Ryuutarou And speaking of, there came, with his disheveled black hair and walking heavily as he yawned and covered her mouth with a huge hand that I detailed for the first time since the night before. Long fingers, white skin and black nails.
"Morning Ryuutarou-kun" I said softly to keep my head exploded. He just blink a few times before tilting his head in shame.
"Hello Akira-san. Sorry to have bothered you last night with that little voice told him in a tone even lower than mine but I knew in that instant that this was his natural way of speaking.
-hey, no problem, "I smiled and handed her a glass of water that had just served.
"Thanks," she said and her eyes saw that not only thanked me for that vessel offered . I could not help but smile, feeling strangely satisfied.
- Wait here I'll bring a couple of painkillers, "I said leaving the kitchen to my room, Ryuutarou walking behind me.
"No need, I was surprised by his voice and made me stop. Have not had a hangover? But if last night was more drunk than me!
Ryuutarou just took out of his briefcase, which lay on the floor beside the chair, a small jar half full of pills white. When I saw him take not one, not two, not three but four tablets, all at once, I could only wonder how many times should have done the same to pass ... and my head is full of dark ideas.
-I suffer from migraines, I may clarify my eyes to see in the course of my thoughts. I could only nod and tried to smile politely.
Ryuutarou That day is dedicated to helping to put everything in order, clean the ashtrays, collect bottles, clean the floor and clean my apartment. Although I said I did not need help he insisted, although I'm not sure that their assistance helps me out real and rather soiled his mop my floor more than they cleaned. But I must admit I enjoyed every second of the boy's company, talking about music and how he wanted to form a band and pursue music. His personality intoxicated me more than the alcohol we had consumed the night before, and I drowned in the depths of his black eyes when he finally raised his eyes and took notice of me as we talked for hours.
ramen lunch that day and after 6 pm finally came time for Ryuutarou come home with their parents, while I was alone in my small apartment. We promised we would not be the last time to meet him and basically hoped so.
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