The One I Call Usagi-san...

Weeping Emeralds

Usami's POV

Takahiro...I love you. I can't let you go for the fear that I will lose you to someone else. Your voice. Your smile. Your laughter should be mine but that someone else is...Misaki. Why do you always have to ruin my moments with Takahiro? I am always there for him. I understand him more than you do, yet, he chooses you over me. You may be his brother but I can treat him way better as a friend.

These thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the voice of my best friend. "Akihiko, " he says, "Are you alright? You seem to be deep in thought." He chuckles nervously at the thought that he broke my thought. "Ah. No, it's okay. I was only remembering how you and I met." I smile to blanket my lie. Of course I wasn't thinking about that, however, it is a beautiful memory. The way you looked up at me with your starry-eyed gaze. Your compliments truly touched me deep in my heart.

"Oh yeah! You were so cool the first day I met you. Well, we never really talked until we hit the second year of High school, even though you were in all my classes. Let's see...ah! It was exam day where we had to swap seats. When I returned to my chair, I saw a masterpiece that should have been written on paper." He laughs at his comment and I join in. "It was when you wrote that lonely, but beautiful story on my desk. Although it was short, it was still a really beautiful story that brought tears to my eyes. You still have that talent to make me cry with your stories, even now."

I smile at him remembering that day. "You're stories are so good! You are so cool Usami-san." I gazed at him and thought he was weird for liking my sad stories. Most never have a happy ending since many enjoy stupid happy endings. But, he enjoys them so much and that thought alone made me smile. "I'm glad you like them. I do plan on becoming an author but, until something happens, I'm thinking of going to law school to become a lawyer." I shrug at the thought, thinking it would be pretty easy to become a lawyer.

"Ah! Really?! That would be so cool! You'd pass all the classes with flying colors! You'd be the world's greatest auth- I mean lawyer!" I smile at him. You're so nice. "You're probably right." He chuckles at my egoistic comment. Once we finished that conversation, silence filled the inside of the car. I was comfortable with this silence and I was used to it. I avoided most of my family members because of how loud and annoying they get. I could see Takahiro trying to say something but he fails miserably. He then looks at the sleeping boy in front of us.

"I always wondered...what does Misaki do at school?" He stares at me with sorrowful eyes. "I don't know your brother as much as you do." I snicker at my comment; Takahiro laughs uncomfortably. "You're right. Why did I even ask that? But...I'm just curious. He never really talks about school...or his friends. He doesn't even share his grades with us. I know he's a great learner but the fact that he doesn't share anything that happens at school gets me worried."

Please, let's not talk about him now. I know he's your brother but would it kill you to not talk about him for one day? I turn my head towards the small boy who was sitting in front of us. He shared with me that he wanted to learn English and improve his Japanese grammar since he struggles. I guess he doesn't want his brother to overreact or something. I am glad he declined my offer to teach him English though but at the same time, it could have brought me closer to Takahiro.

I turn my head to stare out the window. Spots of white began to reflect out the window. It's snowing, yet I feel the tears of the sky raining down on me. What should have been happiness, is the skies sadness. The white moon, high in the sky, begins to slowly brighten the snowflakes into lights made out of crystal. This would be a great line for my next story.

As the car drives down the road, I see a bunch of children playing in the snow. Their smiles and red faces fill the streets. I also see people already hanging their Christmas decorations. Was that a Christmas tree?  It's so beautiful. We then passed the biggest tree I have ever seen and people were decorating it. The children were as well; they looked to be about Misaki's age. Kids his age are so full of energy. Except him. He enjoys reading books, which, I must admit, isn't bad. What a strange kid.