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Sometimes I've wondered what it was like to feel loved, to be held in someones arms. Someone to tell me they loved me, things stupid like that.
The times I've dreamt about those moments almost makes me feel pathetic, I just feel like I blend in with the common crowd with the cruel thoughts of 'want'.
If I, Michael Kaiser, is someone who outdoes the impossible why do I still feel the need for feelings to be reciprocated?
Love is just a mere facade, something that you leave behind once you've found something bigger to chase after - Just like what my mother did I suppose. Even if I want to hate my mother for what she did, when I climb the ranks from floor bottom to top; I can feel what she felt, though I wonder if all this fame and attention I receive now is worth everything I faced in my younger years. I'd consider losing my fortunes to relive a normal childhood I suppose.
Summer is a great season, it makes me feel more enthusiastic to play soccer at times - Not that I can give it up enthusiastic or not, the moment the ball leaves my vision I'm afraid of the past crawling back to drag me down, into the past I long wish to forget about. Fame and money, money and fame. Now I'm in the spotlight I can relate to the feeling of wanting to be in the centre of attention, wanting all the eyes to be on me and be the star of the show. It's great to have people admire you - to think you're able to achieve something impossible like magic. Ness's figure fades out of my sight as I lie in the middle of the practicing field, if you asked me right now how long I've been here I'd probably not respond. It's probably raining outside, the indoor grass feels more damp than usual and I can feel the ends of my hair stand up; Then again how long has it been since I've stepped out of this damn facility? I feel like I'm going mad with everything that's happened in here.
There's sounds of soft crunching on the grass, my nose twitches as the crunching gets louder before it stops. A shadow looms over me as I look up to meet with blue.
" The training grounds is not your personal resting place emperor. " The sprout talks, eyes narrowing as he stares right into my forehead.
My eyebrows raise in amusement, as much I don't click with this guy I can't help but be interested in everything he does. Maybe me staring in silence pisses him off because he leans down and frowns deeply as he waves a hand in front of my face. As much as I'd usually love to make some remark to make him mad I shift my gaze, looking to the side. Maybe it's my lack of luck recently in controlling the field that makes me want to stay silent or maybe it's the fact I can't express these lingering words I'm unfamiliar with at the back of my throat.
" Oi, surely you don't hate me enough to completely act like I'm a ghost off-field... " Yoichi's eyes falter, eyes wavering slightly as he comfortably squats down onto the patch of grass beside me. Though our eye colour is the same how is it that his eyes never falter like mine? An endless array of puzzle pieces throughout the complex shades of blue. Even if I do know the answer I shift a blind eye to it, the truth is frightening. That ego somewhat terrifies me.
" Mn, I'm enjoying the sun Yoichi. " I chuckle, closing my eyes and taking in the smell of rain and grass around me; the dark haired boy's frown deepens as he shakes his head.
" You can't even see the damn sky from in this dome, what's with your logic? " Yoichi points at the sealed ceiling covering us and the field.
" I want to see the bright blue sky, don't you too? Hey Yoichi, will you paint me a sky in here? " I ask, opening an eye and joining him in pointing to the ceiling.
He doesn't speak for a bit, eyes looking between the false sky and at my face, I can see it now - The face of the egoist Isagi Yoichi as the wires in his brain works his magic to piece my puzzles together. What good will it do for someone like him to know what I'm thinking right now? Will he able break down the puzzle pieces to find out the real me hiding behind all these thorns?
" I can't paint you a sky, but I'll take you to see the real thing. " He whispers, leaning in so only I can hear. No one's on the field except for us, yet it still brings the corners of my mouth to a curve. I can't help but grin.
" You better show me a damn good sky. " I whisper back.