Something Viral (yaoi)

Something Viral

#1: the world as i see it

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Comment # 35648392 : You're simply amazing! Please play more ff themed songs! 

In just an hour, my violin cover version of "Eyes on Me" has hit 1,980 views. Not bad. Wearing this surgical mask while playing in front of my camera is just my secret hobby. By the way, my name is Yukari Shinoda. In case you don't know, i am a guy. I am still in high school and as such i cannot fully show my face in public so i am really sorry if i can't be like those famous cover artists who are better than me. They can also be found online like me. In fact i have turned down countless interviews because i can not let anyone know about my secret hobby. Of course it won't be a secret anymore, darou? 

"Yukari-kun?" tap, tap. "don't you have cram school today? You'll be late!" 

Oh right. That cram school. I told her it's a waste of money and time but she insisted. Not like i am stupid.... She just wants to make sure that i can be in that university. Hamabi university... Tch. What's so special about that school? Oh just because it has a name? If you passed you're just as smart as any genius on earth. Genius my ass. 

No. I don't hate my parents for sending me off to a cram school. If that's what they want, then I'll do it as long as they won't keep me away from my musical instruments. I just loved to play songs and yes, i don't have music sheets to follow. I learned on my own and one thing i can't do is to read notes. 

Stomp, stomp. I kicked in my favorite red sneakers. I am a Koma'n fan, he's one amazing utaite. He's short all right but yes, he freaking amazing. His talent is just... Amazing. I once saw him play his cover of "from y to y" and i can't help but read it again. Someday, i can be better than that. 

"Take care, Yukari-kun." 

"hai." 

"kore." she handed me a lucky charm. "i passed by a temple earlier and maybe you should need it for protection." 

"hai. Arigatou, mama." i placed it on my pocket. 

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It's just another fifteen minute train ride to the cram school. At that dreaded place, i am just alone in my headphones playing some musics i want to do a cover. Right now i was planning to do something unusual or something with less cover versions. 

'Yuka-sama, you free on Sunday? Let's jam. Daicchan' 

it was an email to a fellow cover artist. I usually turn down their offers because i can't do it for now. I will just have to think of ways to say no in a nicer way. 

What's taking our instructor so long? He's usually late but it's been two hours. 

Until an old guy entered. "minna, your current instructor is in the hospital." he said as he fixed his glasses, "and there could be a chance that he won't be able to come back. So for now i will be your substitute instructor and tomorrow you'll meet your new instructor." he closed the door, "now. Let's get started." 

My previous instructor has eye problems or something. It's far more connected to his medical condition and as i can see it... He is starting to lose his sense of sight. When did i start getting worried over my instructor? 

Oh yes. I intentionally fail my classes and my exams because my parents keep on pressuring us. I did remember my oniichan took his own life just because he can't pass his entrance exam to Hamabi. "if it isn't Hamabi, i won't be able to take it." his words were still in my head. "take care of mama for me... Yukari." 

Onii-chan is smart. But since he started in High school, he failed to impress our parents. Though i can see how far he can push his limits... God knows he did. But he failed. He can't take it so he drank poison just after his birthday. He wrote a note for us. There's one for me but i haven't read it. I am just too sad to know what's inside. 

"Shinoda-kun, are you still with us?" Our temporary instructor asked me. i was up in a daze thinking about my oniichan. 

"A-anou, sumimasen." i said as i looked at him.

"Okay, i think you studied ahead of us, why not answer the question on the board for us?" he handed me the marker and i took it. this guy is really weird so i tried my best to answer it. to be fair to everyone, i am not stupid. i just want to have a normal life. i never want to live under pressure. i never want my parents to think that i can surpass oniichan. 

i correctly answered everything and he was amazed. i really hate this place. just as the cram school ended, i always make a short stop on a park and listen to the song i want to do a cover version. if only i can tell my mother that i never want to go to Hamabi. i want to go to a music school but no, they want me to become a doctor. oh parents, why are you so frustrated with this "i-want-to-give-you-what's-best-with-you" crap? if you want to give what's best for me, give me a better web cam or something!

i was currently listening to "Slighty Chipped Full Moon" it's Alois Trancy's theme from Kuroshitsuji II. i like his story more than the main character. he has been into more pain and i really want to know if i can sport the same shorts he's wearing sometimes. the tune is quite gloomy and it's really melancholic. he only wanted love. 

as i observe people around me, there are a couple of high school girls giggling as they look at me. i checked my zipper if it's left undone but no. so i just keep on listening to it. 

i got tired, i got up and sighed. it's time for me to come home. i went to the station and waited like everyone else. in the internet world, some netizens worship me. some of them are trying to send something valuable to me but as much as possible, i only want to play songs like no one's watching me. my onii-chan loves to play his piano but because of too much pressure, he just studies. he spends his weekend on a cram school like i did, even if he's sick he studies. in reality, i am just a lonely teenager. i don't have friends, i am not closed to my relatives and they find me stupid.

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"Tadaima," i said as i put my shoes on the cabinet. i noticed mama rushing in.

"Okaeri, Yukari-kun." she showed her palm thinking i should give her the results of my exam. i didn't care looking at them anyway so i handed it to her. she looked at me. "Goodness me, Yukari-kun. you really need help."

"Whatever." i said, "I'll be in my--"

"Come." She pulled my hand and we ended up in the living room. i saw a guy sitting on the couch. he's quite tall, his hair is pulled back but it's leaving some strands on his face. his eyes are jet black same as his hair. who is he? my uncle? my cousin? who? "Taro-kun, he's my son. Yukari." She said as she forces me to bow.

"Yukari-san, nice to meet you. I'm Shintaro Maeda." He said as he stood up.

"Who are you?" I sarcastically asked.

mama hits me. "Baka! since you've been failing at cram school, you are going to have a tutor. he'll be here to teach you."

"I don't need a damn tutor! i can go to hamabi myself!!"

the exam result landed on Maeda-san's hands. "It seems you badly needed it." He smiled.

"urusai! go home!" i glared at my mother, "mama, if i said i can pass to Hamabi, i will. why can't you believe me?!"

"Seriously, with these grades? you won't even make the cut for the waiting list student!" mama yelled and slapped me. "You need to study in Hamabi!"

"That's why onii-chan took his own life! it's all because of that damned Hamabi university!!!" i cried. i didn't care if someone sees me act like this. i am my own boss and that's a fact. 

i tried to punch the wall but i can't, i took good care of my hands. they are my life so i just looked at the wall and banged my head against it. "I don't want a tutor! i don't need it! i can get there myself!" i ran to my room and i cried all night.

i already forgot about that cover session i want to do. but, no... there's no place on earth who can understand me but the internet. once i am in the online world, i am my own boss. i can be anyone... i am a popstar in my own stage. i can shine.

so i fixed myself and wore my signature wig and mask. i turned on my PC, locked my door and carried on with my live stream gig. this time i will have a conference live jam session with Daicchan. he's been bugging me for this so i just gave in.

i waved my hand saying i'm ready.

another session of jamming came in...