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Chapter 3 ? Lonely Distance

Aburatsubo lay in his quiet room. He didn't want to listen to music, or sleep, or even write. He just wanted to think.

He had left the Magic User's Club meeting early that afternoon, claiming to have tennis lessons (which he skipped). He had gone straight home to sit in his room.

And think.

What have I done? He thought to himself, a thousand times over. It had felt so good to finally get his little "secret" out to Takakura. Well, it hadn't really been a secret. But, Takakura had never really understood before, how Aburatsubo felt.

And he doubted that he ever would.

Takakura… He lamented, looking out the window over the dull city. It was a clear night but only a few stars could be seen, due to the lights from the city. Why can't you just think the way I do, feel the way I feel, and… He stopped, realized the futility of his wishes. If Takakura had just understood, and gone along with it from the beginning, it would have made things so much easier. But, he accepted, for the moment, at least, That`s not the way the world works.

Ayanojyo rolled over on his bed, looking away from the window. The portable phone lay on his pillow beside him, and a dozen times, he had considered calling Takakura. But every time he was about to finish dialing his phone number, on the last digit, he would stop. There's nothing I can say.

Of course, he probably wasn't home from the meeting they'd had earlier that day. When he had left, the room was something of a disaster area, covered in shredded paper. It seemed that 9 out of 10 tries, even Takakura could not fold the paper into a crane, or a box, or a flower. Rather, with one mispronunciation (which everyone seemed to make) the paper would be shredded into fine confetti. Takakura had seemed so…distracted, that he couldn't even teach the spell correctly. Every time, he would fumble over the words, and every time the paper would explode into fine pieces of paper.

He had considered trying to stay and help, but every time Aburatsubo had so much as tried to correct a single thing that Takakura said, or make a single suggestion, Takakura would blush a fiery red, and snap at him, "I know!"

It was a depressing situation indeed. But who can I confide in? He wondered. He had spent the past years in high school among only a few people, mainly Takakura. He never felt the need to talk to others, because as much as Takeo hated to admit it, the two of them could talk to each other about almost anything. School… Even love, although those conversations tended to be quite one sided--Takakura never asked, and Aburatsubo never told much about whom he loved?it was silently understood.

It came to him after a moment, however, whom he could speak to. The only person who had tried to talk to him before, without being blinded by lust.

Nakatomi-san. He thought, reaching over to the phone. He checked the short list of phone numbers for the Magic User's Club, and after finally passing all of Akane's --her home, her cell phones, her pager, her secretary, her agent's phone number, and so on--numbers, he came to the one for Nanaka's house.

Aburatsubo paused, took a deep breath, and dialed her phone number.