A short Korekiyo X Gonta conversation

A supposedly simple convo

„Her hair is perfectly black. Her lips red. She is as a rose, sharp and dark, untouchable."

„Korekiyo ?" With that question his monolouge finnished, he snapped back to reality one could say.

„Ah, Gonta. As i was about to say... I wish she could just take control, leaving me a simple observer, having only limited movements."

„KOREKIYO !" The borderline scream was intended to brake those thoughts, though it was clear to Gonta that that wouldn't be enough. If only he could come up with some worthy nonsence. He didn't have much time for he knew staggering or thinking too much would make his argument that much more invalid. Quickly he let his instinct take the lead.

„Kiyo, you shouln't say stuff like that. Makes Gonta think Kiyo no want to really see his friends happy. Kiyo's friends wanna see Kiyo, no Sister. Uhh Gonta no saying Sister is bad but... uhh..." His thoughts were overflodded with the image of what would be if Korekiyo got replaced by someone. It would be a shame for Gonta really wanted to continue spending time and learning with him. There's so many things they could do together; read, study the man, turn into a real man, kiss the man... I mean what, does that make sense. Those were his rapid thoughts, uncontroled and raw, he had to stop while they were still sensable. Oh no, he's been thinking for at least three seconds, better say that thing about the book you two read.

„Doesn't Kiyo remember the story of a samurai who never let his past get to him, he got really happy at the end, right. We said the story teaches how to deal with death, so Gonta thought Kiyo would know that already, no of that Sister ghost should bother you." Yes, that was some fast thinking, Gonta is surprisingly good at recalling memories after all. But it apears Kiyo isn't too pleased with the fast thinkers thought.

„Indeed, that was the story, a mere fable if I may add. But Sister lives here now-" pointing at his heart, furrowing his brow and raising the pitch of his voice „-and she always advises me, even just keeping me company, I would never dissrespect her to call that bothering. She loves me..." He stoped, looking at the floor. It was clear something got through to him, because he quickly looked back at his interlocutor.

„I have been waiting for long..." The next words were heavy and came out of him with obvious struggle. „I have... been here, and she... so far away." Gonta grew worried, he hated seeing Kiyo in such pain. But Kiyo continued: „Maybe I-"

„MAYBE ! You should think of friends who caring for you ! You should care that friends care... and that means you should care for you too." He gave a reasuring smile, which masked the worry for Kiyo's words.

„But I do care. You see, Sister takes the upmost care of me."

„Gonta gotta be honest, I no like the sister. She makes Kiyo say crazy things always."

The incestuous man grew embarresed, he got a rush of all the words his sister had said. What she said to Gonta, the most innocent, innate man he's ever met. It was unclear what ticked him of to that state of embarresment, maybe what he knew was preasent in the room, what started this uneasy conversation in the first place. Love. Love of learning of course. And yet... he thought. Of Gonta.

„I appologuise, I must appologuise to everyone, but actively to you. Why don't we forget this whole Sister talk and embark on a simpler topic." As Gonta raised his eyebrow to indicate that he wasn't done Kiyo figured he would ease both of their lives by switching the topic at all costs. He knew very well he wasn't going to forget Sister. Even if it were for a friend like Gonta. „... why don't you tell me about that new study project again, and, hell, maybe another time after that."

The entomologist couldn't resist that offer, Kiyo knew that, but as silence filled the room he grew uneasy again. He figured the conversation couldn't progress, let alone progress in his favour. So why not use that beautiful human nature and try to get a trully irresistable topic out to Gonta.

„When you find the true forbiden love, you will understand. Why don't you think of your childhood chrush, or maybe a girl from the lesbos island you've gotten fond of." Love is a soft spot for Gonta, any love; towards insects, his friends, his families, anything really. He could spend hours describing what he loves.

„Gonta no ever had a chrush like that, maybe now that she interferes- NO ! Gonta want Kiyo to... uhhm" It apeares that Kiyo's ruse worked in a way. Gonta got confused, emotions are hard to work with, let alone thinking throught them when they are awoken forcefully. He's completly forgoten what his initial goal was.

The darkness outside is periodically being broken by a soft lightning in the distance. The wind softly humming. A murmur of students absconding back inside after a short winter day is growing louder. Gonta, deep in thought of what is appropreate to say, is standing up with a sluggish motion acompanied by a stern expression directed towards Korekiyo. Korekiyo who patiently waits to see what happens next. The bigger, bulkier man becoming aware of his menecing apearence uses it for a boost of confidence. A step forward. A turn around. Yes, he is on his way to run away from the situation. It's not that he's done with Kiyo, it's that he's done with himself. Korekiyo, both relaved and very vaugely dissapointed, turnes his head to the window. The rain is now pouring and the courtyard is completly empty. A single light could be seen in the distance, as Gonta quietly says good bye and closes the door. Maybe he got overwhelmed by his emotions but was that really justified, he'll be able to tell with time.