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Post: 47268667_16 created on Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:34 pmPosted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:34 pm
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____ ◇◆ { Y A S U -- Kitayama }
________________________________ I loved you...the one who cried more easily than anyone... I loved you...pouting when I got up to my old tricks. I loved you...your willful, blazing jealousy. I loved you... even now i still do... ________________________________ Those wounds that consumed me are still hurting. Your tender voice echoing, even now. Please, make me cry a little. "Goodbye" to the one I loved more than any other...
❝In my dishonesty I pretended I didn't notice anything at all.❞ In the amidst of paper shuffling, pencils scratching, and the jitterings of an old professor's words, the clocked ticked quietly away in it's spot above the vast chalkboard that took up a whole wall. As soon as the second-hand finally ticked it's way to the '12' number, the final minute was counted and it was finally '3 o'clock'. The professor noticed, and so he quickly wrapped up his speech with a quick cough and a few last words, before then swaying a hand as a sign that the students were dismissed. Yasu Kitayama let a small sigh creep out from in-between, slightly parted lips; feeling a sense of accomplishment inside himself as he has completed yet another day of class. His dominant hand started placing his pencil, pen, and eraser away into the small pencil pouch that sat off to the side - and once done his other hand zipped the pouch shut before throwing it into a compartment of his messenger bag. Afterward, he flipped his notebook shut, its black-and-white checkered patterned cover now on top, and then Yasu placed the notebook away into his bag as well. Today was Friday, one of the three days of the week in which he did not have anymore classes after his '12 to 3' class was over and done with. Though he wasn't planning on going home right away, Yasu had other plans for the day - such as work. As he rose from his seat, slugging his messenger bag's strap over his shoulder, the singer took out his flip-phone from the pocket of his gray jacket (though it was early fall, still hot at least, it was very chilly in the classrooms and their hallways). The screen had an alert window, signaling that he had six new emails (or text messages, whichever works) that he received during class. So as the students started filing out of the class, Yasu followed with the flow with one hand in his pocket, the other checking the emails at the same time. Upon checking the emails, he found that two of them were from his manager, two were just spam, one was from his mother reminding him to eat dinner, and the last one was from a co-worker mentioning if they should go out tonight and hang out since their schedules for the day matched up. Speaking of his schedule, this afternoon to evening, Yasu was scheduled to do some outdoor photo shooting for a magazine about the entertainment realm and whatnot. The photo shoot also included Kazuyori Fujiie to be featured in with Yasu; in which, this Kazuyori is the very-same co-worker who messaged Yasu asking about dinner. While the two were soloists in the same entertainment company, the two have been close for years. Right as he walked outside of the classroom building he was in, Yasu had stood at the base of the staircase and started typing a quick message in reply to his friend's:
►From: Yasu ►Subject: Re: Dinner? Sure, that's cool with me. Since we have that photo shoot together, we can go after we're done. Your treat? :) A simple, small smile was traced onto his lips as he hit the 'send' button, watching as the screen flashed a cute animation of a mail being zoomed off. Once that was done, and a 'Message was sent' appeared on his cellphone's screen, Yasu flipped the phone shut and tucked it back away into his pocket. After that he started to pick up his feet and started walking away, now coming closer to getting off college grounds. On the other side of the college gates, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks and notice the flood of people around on the sidewalks and the road. That's right, he remembered, around this time of the day the high school that was only a block away, was also done with classes for the day. So around this time, if the students weren't participating in after-school clubs and activities, they would go home and the road was crowded. A little too crowded... Yasu mentally told himself as he was caught up by a few students who noticed who he was right off the bat. Now while he was still a newbie to the entertainment world, he did have a solid fanbase of admirers and fans; and with the paparazzi around it wasn't hard to figure out where Yasu was attending college as a part-time student (his mother insisted that he should still attend school in case his career fails on him). Though it was never bad at all, he was still given his privacy and was never too bothered by fangirls and whatnot. He's a human being too, after all. Eventually, after at least a good ten-minute walk, the soloist arrived at the steps of a subway station. While he was legal to drive, it was sometimes easier just walking and using the subway as a sense of transportation - driving was usually more dangerous, especially in city streets. Now he had an all-day train ticket, that Yasu had brought earlier this morning, so he easily slipped in through, passing numerous of people, and waited against a pillar for his specific train to drop by in. From looking at one of his previous emails from his manager, he already knew where he was going for the outdoor photo shooting today - which was going to start at 5 o'clock to accommodate his and everyone's schedules. The photo shoot was, according to the email and from the location spot, was going to take outdoors in a famous, large park in the city. It was suppose to fit the theme of the interview - that he was scheduled for later - about the upcoming changing seasons from summer to fall, and about his upcoming plans for the near-future. Eventually the train came zooming into the subway station, and everyone in the station was given about ten minutes to board before the doors would shut and the train would leave to it's next destination. It was only about three stops later, in which Yasu finally reached his. He filed out of the train, following the rest of the crowd, and eventually made his way out from the underground subway station; and not far from where the subway entrance, was the park where Yasu saw a small crowd beginning to form around it. Walking nearer to the park, he could see cameras, lighting shades, and many people here and there in the park. And, as usual, there would be a yellow tape around the area that blocked fans from getting into the photo shoot site. Once he met up with his manager, said a few greetings towards the camera cast for today, he sat down in a chair next to his co-worker. "Hey, I hope you're still up for dinner?" Yasu smiled at Kazuyori, just as he felt a woman clip his bangs back in order to fix up his make-up for the shoot. ◦ • ★ --------------------------------------------------------- ★ • ◦ destinat▪ion xxx destruct▪ion xxx frustrat▪ion xxx conclus▪ion http://i27.tinypic.com/jk7qtk.jpg _____ http://i27.tinypic.com/2hnmd7q.jpg _____ http://i27.tinypic.com/301dn3o.jpg [ ✖ a n d xxxy o uxxx a r e xxx a d d i c t e dxxx t o xxx t h e xxxl o v e .] |
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