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saintly_heroic_sage_seta) wrote2012-08-27 09:55 pm
saintly_heroic_sage_seta) wrote2012-08-27 09:55 pm
Brotherhood is a far-off thing, unless you know where to look.
-II – Hanamura Yosuke ~Brother From Another Mother~-
It’s been at least a few hours since I left…I took the time to pull out that photo again, for reminiscence’s sake. My eyes drifted, this time going from my beloved, to the brunette who helped me through thick and thin.
“He was a city boy, too, and yet, he found himself liking Inaba less than I did…for a while. It’s hard to blame him; at times, there really was nothing to do at that rural town. However, it still pained me all the same. So many people directed their vicious sentiments to him, just because he was the son of Junes’…top manager, if I recall right—his name escapes me, as does his rank.
What I do know, however, is that Yosuke has put up with too much, with too few trustworthy friends to vent it out with, and a long list of names he can’t even rely on because they’re so far away…this, on top of the incident in the TV World, drove me to help him out in any way I could.
…I was expecting one of those ways, later on, to be a fist fight. Really, I was.” I laughed a little at my own thoughts, brimming in sarcasm, as they began wandering through the memories again.
“Because really, who could possibly mistake a fist fight between two boys as something else entirely? Who would be crazy enough to think there was more than blood brotherhood going on between the two of us? Who would even have the bright idea to pass by the Samegawa River when that fight broke out, take pictures, and skitter off when it was over?
…Maybe the crazed girls out there who would put us in the same room in their imagination. They seem into it enough. I couldn’t accuse Rise, Naoto, or Chie of thinking like that—they’d have either punted me, kicked me between the legs, or put me under arrest.
Oh well—it gave me a little ammunition to tease him with.
…Regardless, leaving him was difficult. He really was a brother from another mother to me. I’ll never forget the fun we had, and the perils we faced throughout my stay at Yasoinaba…
…And I hope that one day, I’ll be able to come back there to create new, lasting memories.”
The minutes turned into hours, as I again began losing myself to the memories of our time together.
…Now and then, though, I had the strange compulsion to go into a laughing fit. I think I spent too much time bringing Yukiko home…
It’s been at least a few hours since I left…I took the time to pull out that photo again, for reminiscence’s sake. My eyes drifted, this time going from my beloved, to the brunette who helped me through thick and thin.
“He was a city boy, too, and yet, he found himself liking Inaba less than I did…for a while. It’s hard to blame him; at times, there really was nothing to do at that rural town. However, it still pained me all the same. So many people directed their vicious sentiments to him, just because he was the son of Junes’…top manager, if I recall right—his name escapes me, as does his rank.
What I do know, however, is that Yosuke has put up with too much, with too few trustworthy friends to vent it out with, and a long list of names he can’t even rely on because they’re so far away…this, on top of the incident in the TV World, drove me to help him out in any way I could.
…I was expecting one of those ways, later on, to be a fist fight. Really, I was.” I laughed a little at my own thoughts, brimming in sarcasm, as they began wandering through the memories again.
“Because really, who could possibly mistake a fist fight between two boys as something else entirely? Who would be crazy enough to think there was more than blood brotherhood going on between the two of us? Who would even have the bright idea to pass by the Samegawa River when that fight broke out, take pictures, and skitter off when it was over?
…Maybe the crazed girls out there who would put us in the same room in their imagination. They seem into it enough. I couldn’t accuse Rise, Naoto, or Chie of thinking like that—they’d have either punted me, kicked me between the legs, or put me under arrest.
Oh well—it gave me a little ammunition to tease him with.
…Regardless, leaving him was difficult. He really was a brother from another mother to me. I’ll never forget the fun we had, and the perils we faced throughout my stay at Yasoinaba…
…And I hope that one day, I’ll be able to come back there to create new, lasting memories.”
The minutes turned into hours, as I again began losing myself to the memories of our time together.
…Now and then, though, I had the strange compulsion to go into a laughing fit. I think I spent too much time bringing Yukiko home…