Olikase Snippets

I have to go

"I can't go to the boardwalk with you tomorrow." The red headed boy sighed shaking his head, and gripping onto his backpack strap tighter. He stopped abruptly in his tracks.

"Wait, What?" The Brit asked, noticing this and  stopping to look back at the other boy that fell behind. The same boy that was walking beside him to keep him company going home.

"I-I couldn't really find the time to tell you, I forgot to tell you when we first met. But..." He gulped before continuing. "I'm studying abroad."

"Studying....abroad?" The shorter boy repeated as if testing the words. He was now confused at what he was saying. Wondering what that meant of his newly made friend only a few months ago.

"Yeah, And I have a ride at the airport booked tomorrow."

"Huh...what? Tomorrow?!"

"I'm sorry for telling you so late. And I guess I'm also sorry for lying to you too, in a way." The blonde stood overwhelmed, silently begging for an explanation with the way his face contorted. "I had to make up an English name and everything so I could be more immersed in this culture."

All things things had invaded the blonde boy's mind, piling up on top of another recklessly. Pieces attempted to connect but hopelessly failed. Questions arose until one spilled out of his mouth. "T-then....then what's your real name?" Oliver asked shakily, holding his breath.

"Fukase." The other had replied with a weak smile. Relieved to finally express himself truthfully.

"Fukase...?"

"I'm going back to Japan tomorrow." Fukase muttered, adding on.

"J-Japan?! That's so far away!" Oliver exclaimed, finally building up the energy to walk up to Fukase.

"I know...I never wanted you to come to my place and 'meet my family' because my family is really in Japan. When you study abroad, you switch places with another student that wants to learn the culture you came from. So the people I'm with now are called my 'Host Family'."

"But...But you promised we were going to hangout all the time from now on..."

"I'm sorry Oliver..."

The Brit had furrowed his eyebrows and gritted his teeth. Surprisingly already fed up with his apologies and small explanations to their promises.

"You know what, Fukase, or whoever you are, fine. I don't care. Just pack up and leave already. Go back to Japan, speak Japanese, talk to Japanese friends, watch Japanese shows, I don't care! N-no one cares! We don't need you in England anyway! England would probably be better off without you in the first place!" He rambled turning his back to Fukase. Making the other's chest felt heavier listening to him.

"O-Oliver...y-you're speaking to fast. I-I can't understand you when you speak like t-that.." The red headed boy stuttered.

He exhaled heavy, turning back around. "It's best if you just didn't understand me at all..."

There was a pause between the two of them. A moment of silence that couldn't be labeled with a certain feeling. A silence long enough Oliver thought Fukase didn't catch what he said. Long enough that he was about to repeat it again before the other spoke up.

"You know, I have to thank you for my experience here in England. I got to taste foods I wouldn't been able to where I'm from. You showed me many games and movies that I wish I could play when I get home. I liked how you weren't bothered when I got confused at points and asked for an explanation. I hope one day you'll study abroad to Japan so we can meet again." Fukase grabbed the other's shaking hand and squeezed it gently. Imagining the next day where it wouldn't brush up against his any longer.

"Fukase please don't leave."

The boy had looked up from their entwined hands and noticed Oliver had started to weep tears. The sight shattered his heart to see someone so bright cry because of his departure.

"Oliver, I have to go home. I have to go."

The other shook his head furiously in protest. "If you leave then no one will talk and hangout with me."

Fukase tried his best with a heavy heart to give a reassuring smile. A smile so he could see the other smile back and not shed those tears he never knew until now he hated on the blonde's  face. "I want you to study abroad." He said reassuringly with another squeeze of his hand.

Oliver looked up at him with glassy eyes and cheeks coated with the trail of fallen tears. Fukase continued anyways, trying to keep his voice warm and not crying himself.

"And maybe one day you'll understand me like how I can understand you."

"W-what do you mean?" Oliver whispered quietly. Fukase smiled back with a soften expression.

"Aishiteru, Oliver kun"