Half_Boiled_Man

"All I ever had was the piano" Is what I used to think. Through the bullying and isolation, he served as my voice. The only voice I ever had. Well, now I have Jishi. The guy who barged into my life. "Sorry" he said. He used to ignore me a lot, but I didn't dislike him. In fact, he was the only person I counted on. A genuine friend, someone who I can trust. Well, that is until someone, no, something broke into the music room. A BAT?!

Convict of Silence

The sun's rays invaded the living room. They brush lightly against my eyes as I struggle to fall asleep. I roll to avoid its touch, only to fall off the couch. A grunt fled my lips as I grovelled on the wooden floor. Refusing to open my eyes, I try to crawl my way back into the couch.


"Good morning Jishi, did you sleep well?" A gentle voice blew my way. With it, the calming scent of coffee. Pulling my eyelids open, I see Mrs. Shizuka. Her blonde hair danced behind her as she sat on the dining table, enjoying her morning coffee.


"Good morning, I- I slept- alright, thanks for asking," My voice broken in between yawns as she chuckled. I insisted on sleeping here so I can't argue.


"That's great. Oh, congratulations on being sincere." Though her voice was gentle, her words were devilish. But that's what I'd expect from her. She probably heard last night's conversation.


"How long has it been since that day when you begged me to teach you sign language?" A smile tainted her lips as she looked down on me. Her emerald green eyes glowing dimly.


"*Sigh* Around 6 years, maybe more," My voice sang in a tired melody as I sat next to her.


"You asked me nicely too, 'How can I get close to Yata?' With that bright smile of yours. That aside I thank you for being there for him. Even if it was because you li-" I hit the table, interrupting her. My teeth clenched against each other as I let my anger glare at her.


"Please stop" My voice let out a quiet rage which only made her laugh.


"Now that's a genuine expression. Breakfast is ready, so help yourself." Her gentle voice faded into the hallway along with her. I hate to admit it, but I'll never be genuine. Since I'll only feign ignorance to my heart's wish. 


Moving towards the window, I take a deep breath. Feeling the chilly morning breeze, I could only think about last night. My heart regrets not telling the entire truth, but I know it's for the best. So I'll just stay a faker, an actor in the same old theatre. 


Closing my eyes, I indulge in the morning's greeting. Softly, I feel something tap my shoulder. Turning around to see Yata. His messy snow white hair danced of its own accord as he waved hello. His eyes glowed tiredly as he gave me a faint morning smile. Putting up my usual grin, I wave hello back. Embracing the quiet morning as we head for breakfast.


Chapter 26: The Theatre Calls Me Faker