This is the second. This is the first chapter, or rather a sort of prologue. I do not know if it will complete the ever so for now the only place here ~ I do not reread a bit ', there may be typos in ... Who knows, 'I do not think it's beta I XD ok ok, I leave to you!
A story that you can not know
Chapter I
At that time, did not live in that house very long.
He did not like big cities, and did not like to share the place where he lived with someone who was not an animal - possibly a cat or even rather, a goldfish.
His was a lonely life, made up of solitary lunches, drinking lonely, lonely sleep. A house full of silence and chaos, chaotic and uncertain existence.
The life of a writer, said the relatives concerned, but there he was well, and in his personal entropy stability was required to reside at his desk again, with his cup of coffee in his hands and ideas confusing to crowd the mind. In its chaos
reorder the images in his loneliness created hundreds of people and worlds.
was his simple way of life, had always satisfied with just enough not to be considered a total failure.
There was a person that she trusted him blindly, a girl named Sachiko long dark hair and eyes of a pleasant nutty. It was his first love, in a sense, and his best friend that he could remember.
They were not as close as you might expect, but they met at least once a month and he always advised at all times, while she, in her personal library, had all the books and stories he published.
Their relationship was a mutual exchange of small gestures often considered unnecessary, but over which they held the whole world.
was why, at that time, when she came to the door beside the boy sulkily it was not able to say no.
Sachiko was twenty-three, just one and three months younger than him, and had the ability to get in trouble most unthinkable without even lifting a finger. It might seem like he did on purpose, but she would be able to need help to solve a trouble even while enclosed in a square room completely empty or without doors or windows.
you could, and he regarded him as almost a kind of super-power, down from his pedestal of romantic fiction writer.
Most of the time, however, were not improbably so egregious mess, then helped out willingly. That was a remnant of his unrequited love or simple feeling of affection for the only person who incur only see the smile on the lips of Sachiko made him really happy.
With his usual expression of sheer apathy said to the contrary, he had a heart.
But this time, at that time, perhaps common sense would have liked to say no.
"I could do a little favor, Hiro-chan?" He asked with his usual big eyes that it was impossible to deny anything, as he held his right hand on the shoulder of a boy apparently much younger than her.
He had them come in, moving away side and forgetting to suck just lit cigarette between his lips. The ashes had slowly accumulated on the tip illuminated in red, while he made space on the sofa covered with papers and several books to seat them, then collapsed to the ground and was attracted by the gravitational force.
sat in front of them, moving his eyes from the smiling face of one than the other sulking, waiting for Sachiko you decide to give voice to his thoughts and his demands.
"He - he said in a voice sun - is my brother. This year celebrates twenty years, is attending a university here in the vicinity "
Twenty years means that the distance between the two is only two years, he found himself thinking.
'Hiroki Saito, very pleased - he responded, analyzing it from behind the thin lenses of his glasses - but you can also simply call Hiro "
The boy looked at him suspiciously a moment and then, egged on by a glance exhortation of his sister, he murmured his name up in response.
"Takashi Sakamoto"
It was repeated several times that name in mind, trying not to forget. I do not knew why, but felt it was important to remember, from that moment forward.
They had been almost a minute just to look at each other, one to each of the three minutes that seemed much longer than just sixty seconds.
He, however, that time dilation was very used to it, then did not pay that much chance.
The countless afternoons spent alone staring at the ceiling, looking at an anonymous spot the inspiration for the next story, they spent so slow to be able to fill the entire space of time normally occupied by a full week of the weekend.
one who seemed to suffer more that one minute of silence was stale, however, without a shadow of doubt twenty-one the boy. Why Sachiko, even if he had any power problems, he could perfectly masking smile thanks to its solar sells door to door. It was a smile so bright, petty and deceitful. At least that was what he thought every time he saw her show.
That smile meant trouble.
was perhaps why I was not surprised that much when its subtle shades of pink lips opened and uttered the question that, deep down, eventually waited for a while '.
"It's not that you could keep him here for some time with you?" He asked.
and mouth Hiroki had opened with a readiness that had upset his own master.
No problem, he said. And Takashi had settled permanently into his life. The fact
, said Sachiko felt compelled to give some explanation, was that their mother, who had lost their spouses now for fifteen years, had remarried a few months earlier and had moved to America to follow the new husband in his business. What
quite absurd from every angle, in the humble opinion of Hiroki, but Sachiko, who knew her mother knew and when he deemed it necessary to go along with it, had assured her that she would take care of her little brother for all of the studies the time she had spent overseas.
This was necessary, explained to him before asking him anything because he was studying at a university Takashi particularly challenging, and in need of financial assistance because of someone, because of the enormous amount of hours to spend on the books that required his studies, he had no time to provide for themselves in that way.
"And I very gladly would continue to take care of him, and I will, I swear that I will, but at the moment to make a career in my field I need to move, and Takashi can not absolutely leave their universities. I'll send you every month all the money to maintain it, only that I need you to keep an eye on my place and give him a bed to sleep on and a desk for studying "
Sachiko had many interesting qualities, it was then found myself thinking. She could convince you with a speech very easy to do all you want, and he, to his misfortune, was a living being more inclined to go along with it in every way.
Sometimes, because of this, she was basically made fun of. Although, by now, we had become accustomed.
and Takashi Ikemoto were then returned that same evening, at a time very close to midnight.
"He was studying" had justified the woman, and had resulted in that tiny apartment for rent Hiroki took about a fortnight between bags and envelopes. At a guess, however, most of those contained only books, so there would be a real problem to find them a place to stay: that went bad, he could always remove their books from the library, stacked in a corner somewhere fortuitously still free, and place those of Takashi.
The boy, all the time that he had requested the removal of subspecies, had always held close to your own bag with clothes, not leaving even for a moment the red knapsack on his back that kept his eyes carefully and exploring every little nook and cranny of what, from that moment on, would be his home.
Hiroki, on the other hand, Sachiko while helping to carry home the various bags and place them where you would give as little hassle as possible, constantly kept an eye on the boy, analyzing and storing every expression and movement.
She wanted to start to understand it soon, because it would be easier to live together peacefully.
She disappeared through the door now when the clock pointed almost two in the morning. Takashi, in all that time, had not moved from his corner for even a single moment and he now left alone with his roommate, quickly cleared out the sofa and sat on, lighting a cigarette and relax against the backrest.
He always loved to smoke, since the time of the first year of high school. The free your mind and lighten the spirit, allowed him to momentarily stop to think about everything and made him stupidly relaxed.
He turned, by which time the cigarette had been little more than a shot towards the boy still standing in your corner, and smiled gently.
"What are you smiling?" He asked sharply, and Hiro was almost really tempted to laugh at that point.
"Nothing, nothing," after all, those four words had made him strangely happy. It was the first time she heard his voice with a tone so high, could be considered a major step forward.
"I thought - he continued - we have a problem," Takashi
became visibly more attentive, leaving their clash against the green hazel eyes Hiroki. The man leaned slightly toward him, raising his index finger right at their eyes.
"This is a studio, So I have only one bed, "
Then he slumped on one side, lying sprawled on the couch and handed off with a cigarette in an ashtray nearby place on the mat in light wood. From his lips came out a white cloud of toxic smoke, and he lost a moment in contemplating fading. Takashi
not open his mouth. In his mind, the only thing that could make sure he was already a solution. For this reason did not move, waiting for Hiroki continue.
He seemed to intuit, because shortly after went without requiring a response from him.
"For the first few days - He said - I can make do on the couch. But you have to find a solution, here there is space for another bed and to sleep on my back this absurd position could deteriorate incredibly - breathe slowly, once, twice, three times, left Takashi time to assimilate each syllable - However, the bedroom is the right one, "he concluded, and the boy slipped behind the door without a word of greeting.
him, looking sideways behind which the surface was gone, thin smile.
The colors of her hair and her eyes were exactly the same as those of her sister. In addition, every action reminded him of the incredibly Sachiko thirteen years ago when they had just met.
"It's a really nice feeling nostalgic" he told himself, fished out the rug from the floor and hidden among the books avvolgendocisi tired.
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