*涙*tear* ((BoyXBoy)) - BL

PROLOGUE

He heard the slow, echoed noise of the guitar which silently drifts in the open window which he allowed any noise to proceed through in. He could tell it from a far even though he was next door to the music room, and finally he hummed to the song to himself as he gently places the brush’s tip against the rough surface of the canvas and stroke it gently across the other side making it smooth, yet perfect. He knew the song because particularly everyday, he would hear the guitar play the same song each passing day. Every time he headed to the art room to just be himself and relax, the melodic notes from the beautiful strings of the guitar sings a very touching yet hard to forget song.

But he also recognized the song himself. The acoustic arrange of the song, “ *tear* ” by Rin Kagamine. It was odd though, he had always told this to all his siblings, acquaintances and friends that he hated the song, but when it came to this person and with their guitar, he was captured and plunged into a world he was never familiar with. Why did he loved this version than the original?

He had a love for guitars, that's true, but why this song?

When it came to the part he truly loved, he could hear the guitar starting to shift it’s notes and there he began to sang with the guitar behind him,

“　君がうまく泣けない分だけ

（ｏｎｌｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｐａｒｔ　ｗｈｅｒｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｃａｎｎｏｔ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｃｒｙ）

　僕が代わりいに泣くよ

（Ｉ　ｗｉｌｌ　ｃｒｙ　ｉｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｓｔｅａｄ）

　僕がうまく笑えない分だけ

（Ｏｎｌｙ　ｔｈｅ　ｐａｒｔ　ｗｈｅｒｅ　Ｉ　ｃａｎｎｏｔ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｌａｕｇｈ）

　君は笑っていて。”

（Ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ｌａｕｇｈｉｎｇ）

After that, he began humming to himself. He doesn’t know why this person repeats the song every time he steps into this room. It was very odd. His never ever seen the person’s face, yet has he even see the person leaving the music room.

When he has to go home early in the afternoon, he usually is seen about to close the art room door but then glances across the music room where the notes and the strings of the beautiful sound just spills out from where the magic always begins and yet- not finished. He usually will wait outside the music door room. Obviously he could not see who was beyond the door, but he felt that every time, if he were to open the door, what would he feel like?

Will the beautiful image disappear?

He meant it by like, he had always thought that the person playing the guitar would be a beautiful girl or boy sitting on a chair close to the open windowed like he would, and gently plays the strings of the guitar yet not singing to the sound but just plays it on and on like a broken recorder.

If he knew the truth, will the image shatter in front of his eyes? Would he expect it in any way again? He was afraid it would happen that way, so the music door remains closed.

He walks home and usually is seen repeating the same methods and following the same path all over again. It was as if, everything was repeated in his mind or in his reality – either way, it was making him insane, but he does not show it. His eyes looking over and he would see friends laughing. Turn to the other side, he would see his teacher explaining things on the chalk board. Turning again, and now, he sees himself in his house sitting down with his family enjoying the meal in front of him.

Finally, when he turns back to the right, now he sees himself, but in an atmosphere that he loves, is where he will see himself in the art room, finishing a painting for about 2 weeks, with the music playing gently in the background.

This was never the same though. For the past 3 years, he has been taking art classes, but the art students never show up in either way even if they tried to attend. Usually he is the one sitting alone. He didn’t mind the quiet and hushed stilled noises around him, because he enjoyed and loved it deeply yet loneliness was the huge subject in the situation.

He sighed loudly and louder to himself. Everything was boring, and everything was dead in his eyes.

Once when he thought he would give up, finally this year made him change his mind about the sad boring world he used to explain and describe to himself.

When he entered the art room, there instantly a sensation hits him. The music sound of the guitar was outside the art room, even though it sounds like it was blocked off by the closed windows, he could still hear it, so quickly, he forced his legs to run to the window and open them widely so he could invite in the beautiful music that saved his dull life.

Finally, that’s where everything began.

But really... nothing has changed so far except this point, but it was something he’ll look forward to.

Today, the end, tomorrow, a beginning…

He places the brush against the side of the table when he could no longer paint the canvas with the paint he had left and looks back to the window where he gently hears the guitar starting up the song again.

“Should I really look forward for tomorrow…?”

Sorry for the slow and long sentence and intro of the story. I’ve been thinking of this song ever since Bazu-Panda (buzzpanda) sang the song, “*tear*” by Rin Kagamine in his own acoustic arrange. It was amazing and love at first--- … Hearing? I can’t say sight because it’ll make me look stupid. Anyway, I recommend you guys to hear it only if you listen to Japanese songs that is. It’s wonderful. I want to marry him. Just need to know where he lives…

Hope it’s not far away from where I live though.

Anyway, hoped you guys enjoy. Comment – or vote if you want to. Still need to figure out the plot, and it’s already the one thing that is killing me the most! 

When I first thought about this story, I kept thinking about how it'll end or how should it end. It ended up being more difficult and every time I started out with a new introduction - the ending changes and most of them resulting up in tragic. Hopefully this story isn't tragic enough. I don't want to spoil anything though!

My English is not good but please bare with me. I'm trying my best. 

But now, I must go back to my lovely laptop – to play a yaoi eroge game with no plot but loveable boy on boy action - みらくるのーとん. (Miracle No-Ton). Yes I’m hardcore fujoshi. Don’t mind my weirdness in boys love.

にほんご：

私はそれを再生助けることはできません。私の両親は、しないように言った。まだ見て純情ロマンチカ/ピュアロマンス再び。再放送！私のそれは、私を殺している。

私の物語はまだ建設中です。それでもまだ終了する。これはまだ日本ですることはできません、私は非常に残念です。

Thanks again for dropping by.

で落下していただきありがとうございます。