My Destiny, My Destination by Mei-k(Becks)
Chapter 12
Evening of 18th May, 1998. A fine evening. Same for tonight. Everyone was really high. People on the stage, behind the stage, the audiences, all were enjoying themselves. He was one of them. He was not always that hyper, even a little too hyper that day I believe. He was jumping around while playing the guitar, making girls yell their lungs out. I smiled to myself. Ever since that day we "officially" clarified our relationship, we hadn't really talked face to face privately. We didn't show our embarrassment in front of the others, of course. But whenever we were alone, we were acting like strangers. Except things about our work, I didn't know what else to say to him, and I don't think he wanted to bother speaking to me as well. ~ "HISA!!!" Takuro's sudden shout pulled me back to my senses. Only then I noticed how loudly the girls were screaming, and he was sitting on the floor. I gasped in shock and dashed to him immediately. Other staffs started to gather around, trying to help him up. "No I can't... I think I've broken my leg..." He winced in pain as he failed in standing up. I was too shocked to do anything when the staff helped him to the backstage. I was told to keep the audiences calm, but I was too anxious myself. I said something to the audiences, but I was too scared to remember what I actually said. "How's he", "Is he gonna be alright" were the only things in my head. At that moment I really wished I could dash to the backstage and check him up, but my responsibility was there, right on the stage. That instance I felt so helpless that I wanted to cry. I was left alone, facing that group of worried people. They kept asking me if he was okay, and I kept telling them "yes", "please don't worry". They seemed to have accepted my answers, yet I couldn't convince myself. "Minna-san, please don't worry. Hisashi's really okay but I'm really sorry that our concert has to end here. I'm really sorry for..." I didn't wait until Takuro finished his sentence when I ran to the backstage, looking for him. I know it was not a right thing to do but I was too messed up to think. There I saw him, sitting in a corner, on the wheelchair the staff
borrowed from the first-aid department of the stadium. Other people had gone
for their duties, leaving only a girl with him, pressing a pack of ice
against his leg. I touched his swollen area gently, feeling a terrible pain in my heart as
if I had broken my own leg. I sighed, then pressed the ice pack against it. "You okay?" I asked, my lips trembling a bit. At the sight of his eyes I suddenly
realized what I had been doing. He didn't reply but stared at me quietly. That means "yes". "How come you're always that careless... It seems ever since I met you I've been treating your injuries..." Silence. I knew I had said something I shouldn't. The air around us seemed to have become so heavy that we could hardly breathe. "Hisashi-san! The ambulance is here!!" The voice of a staff saved us from the embarrassing situation. I moved away and watched silently as he was pushed away. What were we? Friends? Enemies? I questioned myself again and again, but
I couldn't find the answer. I didn't even know if I hate him or not. I only
knew the sight of him made my heart whimper - the blank, lonely expression
that cut deeply into my heart...
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