^Thanks.
I wrote this one a few weeks ago ut never posted it. I'm not sure if it's much good.
Milk on the Mountains
They sat in the club room
Yokoyama
Of course, I'm not actually any good at music. Running a student council and getting people to come to agreements on policies, that's easy. Ask me to write music and I'll just come with a mess. I can't even play a few notes on the piano in the corner. Only thing I can do is use my money to buy instruments for it. Not that I particualry care for the club. Just her. Looking back across the room from the desk I'm sat I can see her there. Sat by the piano. She's looking back. But is she looking at me? Or is she looking at the other girl. The one sat on the sofa.
Yamamoto
Is she looking at me? Or at her? I wish I knew. I wish I knew if she card more about me, since I've known her forever. I've always looked after her. But I guess that's nothing comapred the impressive student president, what with her constant donating to the club. Anyone can see she's only doing it for her. I guess a lifetime of friendship is nothing compared to that.
Watanabe
They always look so angry with eachother. I mean them having differences is understandable, but Sayaka should at least be thankful that Yui's helped finance the club so much. Not that I ever thought Sayaka cared much about music. But all they ever seem to do is glare at each other. Yui's walking out of the room again. Oh god, Sayaka's following her. They're going to have another argument aren't they. I try to play a few notes on the piano, maybe come up with a new song. The noise of them arguing is distracting. I can't tell what they're saying, but I can't play like this. I sit on the sofa, waiting for them to return.
Yokoyama
I walk back in. She's sat on the sofa. She looks sad. Did she hear us? Did we upset her? I couldn't live with myself if I had. I sit next to her, and hestitantly put an arm around her.
Yamamoto
I walk in, seeing them like this. I glare at Yokoyama as I walk past her, and then I sit down on Miyuki's other side. I cautiously take her hand, worried about upsetting her. She looks puzzled. Or worried.
Watanabe
Why are they... doing this. Why has Yui got her arm around me. Why has Sayaka taken my hand. Why is Yui resting her head on my shoulder.
Yokoyama
I look down as I rest my head. She's nervous. I've frightened her. I should move.
Watanabe
The lights go out. A power cut. They both get up and leave. Saying they'll find out what's going on. No doubt they'll argue again. I hear them doing so after the lights are back on. But it takes a long time after they quieten down for them to return.
Yokoyama
We argue. She says I should leave Miyuki alone. I point out Miyuki hardly seems interested in her either. We just wind up arguing more, we've repeated this pattern so many times. I'm sure Miyuki must hear us. It must upset her. We argue over and over. It's always the same. I get closer to her as I shout....
This is new. Our lips are touching. What? How? When? I don't understand? What is she doing? We serperate.
Yamamoto
I look at her horrified as she asks what I think I'm doing. I shout at her that it was her who started the kiss. Deep down I'm not sure though. Might it have been me.
Yokoyama
I push her away from me. Did I start the kiss? Did she? What's going on? I don't understand. We stop still for a second. I reckon there's only one way to work things out. I lean into her.
Watanabe
It's a long time until they return. It was almost time to go home. Both of them looked exhausted. They never argued for that long before. Maybe I need to put my foot down.
Over the next week or so, the pair of them left more frequently, and yet I heard them arguing less, but they were gone for longer than before. I couldn't understand it. I'd have like to think they were getting along at long last, but if that was the case why would they be arguing at all? I was just glad they were arguing less.
Yamamoto
Exhausted, and covered in sweat, I pull my shirt back on. I look over at my adversary, who looks similarly tired. We both know this isn't working. We're agonising less about Miyuki and whether or not either or us has a chance with her, but we still want her deep down. And we both know it.
Yokoyama
As we walk back to the club room we discuss, calmly for once, what needs to happen. We have to let her choose.
Watanabe
I hear them as they come back. Not letting them speak I run away. I have to choose? They have feelings for me. They seem to have for the longest time. I feel awful for not realising. I've been inadvertently leading them on for years. I can't just choose one of them. I couldn't hurt the other of them like that. And honestly, I don't know how I feel.
The next time I see them, they bring me into the club room. They look exhausted. They explain how they both feel about me, and simply ask that I choose one of them. I ask them to close their eyes.
Yokoyama
I close my eyes when she asks. I feel lips touch mine.
Yamamoto
There are lips touching mine, but they're familiar.
Watanabe
It didn't work, they're looking at me annoyed. It was the only thing I could think of. Maybe they could love eachother. But no, that hasn't happened. They're annoyed at me and I can't blame them, I just don't know what to do. I tell them to close their eyes again.
I kiss them both, one after the other. It doesn't help, I can't help it. Honestly I love them both. And I can't decide. I tell them as much. They kiss me together. As much as thet's possible. Our tongues fight together between the 3 of us. I love them. Both of them. Equally.
Topic: Yui Oshi 48's fics One-shot 'Takamina-sempai' and Short fic 'Milk on the Mountai (Read 12437 times)