Kashitaro sat back on one of the chairs in the room before sighing. It's been more than an hour since Soraru and Rib went out for some unknown business. He took the lyrics book beside him and starting to sing quietly, whereas a dark haired man sat beside him.
"You're late, Soraru." Kashitaro frowned at the junior beside him. "I was worried that you two got in a fight again."
Soraru looked at him before chuckling, "Those were the old times Kashitaro-san, I'm living a new life now."
"Yeah, Yeah." Kashitaro laughed, remembering their past with Rib. "We all know the tale of the small middle school satan and his two thugs."
"You were one of those thugs."
Kashitaro smiled. "I know."
Both of them laughed. It's been too long when both of them had to talk freely, well before the dark haired man started being "nicer" and directed more of him time to some more important business. The times where everything else seemed to become even brighter.
Kashitaro suddenly stopped laughing, remembering another important thing and looking towards his Junior with serious eyes.
"You're still late though."
"I know."
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The black haired man walked away, leaving Amatsuki alone in the park bench. He wasn't particularly alone though. People started coming in and out from the park, chatters everywhere and children playing. He looked towards the letter on his hand again.
"Please give this to Kashitaro. Tell him I'm so sorry."
What he meant by that, Amatsuki didn't know for sure. All he knew that the guy really had important things to tell Kashitaro, important things that came stuck on his throat wanting to convey to the other.
Amatsuki looked at it again, a small white envelope, nothing special designed to it but just a plain smiley drawn with black ink. He sighed. Nothing special.
"But what if..."
He shook the thought off. "It couldn't be that right? I mean if someone was to say those the envelope would look more special right?"
But then again Rib was a guy so the design and specials was too off.
With the train of thoughts, Amatsuki walked on the sidewalks looking back and forth from the way and to the envelope, slowly walking pass the hundreds of faces in his way. He looked back to the way again, noticing the familiar white haired in the group of people. Not like it wasn't noticeable though. Amatsuki approached the boy, looking if it was the one with ruby eyes.
He was right.
Mafumafu blinked twice before noticing the bespectacled boy in front of him before his face lit up and smiled.
"Amachan!"
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"So you're worried about that?" The albino asked, sipping his coffee. After talking for some moments, they ended up going to a café where Amatsuki told everything about the letter, leaving the fact that it came from the black haired senpai.
"Well yeah." Amatsuki frowned.
"Is it bothering you much?"
"Well yeah."
"Wow aren't you too paranoid there?" The albino sighed. "Kashitaro-san would never change you for anyone."
Amatsuki looked at him. "How would you know?"
"Trust me I know." Mafumafu giggled.
Amatsuki shrugged how much the albino was smiling. "What do you think I should do?"
"Give it to him."
"What?!"
"You heard me right." Mafumafu pouted at him. "Just give it to him, it'll happen when it happens."
"Then what should I do if it does happen?"
"Then it happens."
"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine. " Amatsuki sighed before standing up. "I hope it really won't happen."
Mafu looked at the bespectacled boy who was walking out of the door, letter in his shaking hand. He smiled.
"Weren't you the ray of sunshine?" Mafu giggled. "I guess our ray of sunshine just got covered up by some clouds."
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EHEHHEHEHEHEHE What do you think that letter was for??? 6w6
I'm sorry for being a one month updater. It can't be helped q-q
I had time so why not make another chapter www I probably would update the other fic next week too.
Byeeeeee
~Kiryuyu
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FanfictionA chance to change the past... Amatsuki, in his second year of high school with his best friend, Mafumafu, whome he liked for years now, has been living normally, not caring about the past whome he did not know existed, living his life to the fulles...