Tapestry

Your Choices

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Sorry for the delay, I have been on holiday.

This chapter starts with a flashback. Flashbacks are in italics <3

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Chapter Four

Flashback

"You're staring again."

"I am not staring," Yuzuru defended, turning to his friend who was leisurely skating next to him. Noting the look of stark disbelief on Keiji's face, he grumbled resignedly. "Please, tell me I'm not that obvious."

"Probably not to everyone else but she is like a sister to me."

"A sister?"

Keiji shrugged his shoulders and watched as you and Haruko, another skater at Ice Rink Sendai, moved past them during the training warm-up. "She might as well be."

Yuzuru eyed the boy next to him carefully. "There really has never been anything between you?"

"For the thousandth time, no."

This of course was something Yuzuru was pleased to hear (all one thousand times he heard it). Not that he would have been able to stop himself from 'inconspicuously' trying to garner your attention anyways. It almost seemed out of his control.

Your looks of annoyance were oddly addictive when he playfully teased you and mimicked your actions on the ice. And it would have been so very hard to restrain himself from finding completely unnecessary reasons to wispily touch you, considering watching your nose scrunch as he gently tugged on your ponytail had become one of his favorite past times. It was certainly not something he wanted to stop. Conversely, he wished he could act out all the ways he had thought of to make that nose scrunch so cutely.

He knew it was immature, embarrassing really, how he was exhibiting the flirting skills of an elementary student. However, what was undoubtedly more immature was that he couldn't open his mouth and tell you how he felt.

"Just speak to her," Keiji read his mind. It was good advice, as was usually given by the markedly observant boy.

It's just that Yuzuru didn't take that advice.

Day after day he came up with excuses as to why he couldn't approach that topic with you, when all other topics flowed so smoothly. He had told himself that there was no way you felt the same. Or, that you both were too busy and that you had other reigning priorities.

Much to your dismay, his inability to share his feelings didn't mean he hadn't taken other opportunities to draw your attention over the next month, taking pleasure in evoking a response from you. His immature teases had earned him many annoyed glares, and he would never admit how they set a tempting fire to his blood and melted him like candle wax (a reaction you undoubtedly had not intended for).

After another night of practice that would have been much smoother if he could have righted his emotions, he remembered sitting on the ground in one of the many vacant hallways of the ice rink. He was tired, sore, and felt like it was going to take way more energy than he possessed to move off of the concrete floor that was so cold it felt like his butt had frozen to it. So instead he had chosen not to move, succumbing to the music coming from his Ipod.

That was how you found him.

His eyes were closed as he gently swayed to the music that transported him into the mystics of another world, completely oblivious to the one around him. It had always left you awestruck how quickly he would become entranced by music. It was something you had first noticed long ago, during his programs. How the music could occupy his body as he breathed in the notes and exhaled the tempo. It had a way of demanding the complete attention of anyone fortunate enough to watch, just like it was demanding your attention as you found him there that evening.