One day, He’s going to leave. The taste will leave, and all that’s left is the sweet flavor.
There was the quiet. It was always quiet up here. Nice and peaceful, with only a few fluttering sounds of birds now and again; it bugged him, all the quiet. It was bothersome to have to come back home to this un-lively, empty place after all that time of adventure. Exactly the way it had been months before... before; the same bright windows, the same sunlight, and the same wooden floors. Almost like nothing had changed, like nothing had ever happened. That left this arrogant silence in place of his reply, "Why can't you be here now?"
But.. Leaving?
“You’re not going to really leave..are you? I don’t want you to go! I-” He walked away then, without saying so much as a word. ”Ne, ne, Sonikku?” There was no response, as there had been non all day. It was discouraging, yes, but maybe he had some kind of reason. “Neee, Sonikku~” Chrisu was beginning to resort to a sort of whine, “Sonikku.” He would get the answer.. Maybe. Or maybe this kind of interrogation was just annoying to him....”
There had never been an exact answer; whenever the subject had come up before-hand, Sonikku decided to take a walk.. Or run. However he use to put it into terms. It just made him that angry when Sonikku always did that, escape the important things when it came right down to it, just go and run away.
”Come on kid, all he ever does is run away from you. You’re stupid as a board if you think he’s going to stick around.” The glare remained slightly unchanged, given that he really actually meant it in a sincere way. As sincere as he got, actually. “Ya understand? He don’t care about you. Plain and simple.” Maybe it was just complete bull.. It always seemed that way with Shadow- never knew whether he was serious, or trying to play something against Sonikku..
Maybe it’s true, what Shadow said: You don’t care, because you weren’t here to begin with. I wonder if all that I had built up in head was just an illusion. Footsteps echoed in serene, him taking them one by one quite surprised by the little noise they made. If Sonikku didn’t care.. Then.. Then.. Well that explained why he didn’t answer the question But it never explained anything else. Why he hated being here, why he was so miserable regardless.. Why...He hated it.
“Hey, what’s all the glum look for?” He was about a few inches away from Chrisu’s face, and the kid didn’t even realize that he was there. That, and he had the most sad, look of discursion that Sonikku could ever remember seeing.
“AAAHH SONIKKU! I .. Didn’t hear you come in.”
“You miss me that much? I just went out for a run.” Came that signature smug presence, even with a little smirk, Sonikku managed to say that, just to maybe cheer him up a little bit. From the still-evident frown, it obviously hadn’t really worked out at all. “Come on now. Cheer up. The world hasn’t ended yet.” Okaysomaybehewasbadatpeptalks. He sighed aloud, “That question earlier, right?”
“People have left me before.” Finally, Chrisu managed to hiss out those simple words, “I just think that I’ll ..think. That this isn't you leaving. Maybe I’ll just think he’s taking a vacation. ” All those times that he would have to go through people leaving him- this was it. He’d gone through enough of people toying with his mind, taking advantage of him, leading him on to think there was actually hope when the plain truth came down to it: Nothing -did- last forever.
“Yeah. You never answered me.”
The hard part, that’s what they called this, “Chrisu.” Placing a hand on the boys shoulder he repeated, “Chrisu. I have to leave. Home. You have a peaceful world, you have people that love you and a big house. I don’t have a reason to stay here if there’s nothing to be done.” Sonikku smirked, “I bet you’d hate living in my world. You’d probably end up sleeping under a big mushroom. And I’d make you miserable. So would everyone else.”
“But you don’t understand. You don’t understand!! I have all these things, and everyone always tells me “Chrisu, you’re such a lucky boy. You have everything that anyone could ever want. You have such a big house and nice parents that love you.” But no one ever understands I don’t have everything that I want.” Baring his blue eyes downward, “..You.”
“Me?”
“I don’t want fancy things, I don’t want the big house. They’re nice.. But. They’re just things.”
One day, that sweet flavor will be gone, and all you’ll have is the childhood memories.
You have a reason to stay.
The reason called “Me”.