“Played? Why, I still do.”
“Played? Why, I still do.”
((Wow. Just read the last volume of Sakamichi no Apollon. I had no idea that it had ended. When [spoiler]Sen and Kaoru finally met again[/spoiler] I could not stop grinning. I nearly welled up in tears. God. I really wish I knew more of what happened to Junichi and Yurika. And everyone, really. The ending seemed a bit rushed and abrupt to me. But excellent series.))
With eyes narrowed and sweat forming between brows, Sentarou tapped the drumsticks vigorously to match tune of the trumpet, fighting to keep up with the other man. That’s how it had always been; Sentarou trying to catch up to Junichi, following step by step. There was a sense of comfort here. He felt at ease. He felt alive.
“Jun-nii.” He grinned widely as he beat the cymbals. “There ain’t no regret in jazz.”
As the spontaneous jam session came to an end with a final blare of the trumpet and a crescendo of rapid drumming, the two males lowered their instruments, panting as they looked at each other, and broke out in laughter. “Well said, Sen-bou, well said.” Junichi conceded, in between chuckles, as he dropped into a seat. “Ah, it’s been awhile hasn’t it? I didn’t think it possible, but you get more and more impressive each time. So? How’re things outside of jazz? Any regrets there?” Junichi asked, curious to know what Sentarou had been up to.
“You remembered!” She smiled as she rushed to the box and opened it, “Thank you Jun-nii!” Her mouth watered at the sight of the shops famous cream puffs so much that she couldn’t resist taking a bite of one on the spot. “So good! Maybe I should save one so Kaoru-san can try it.”
“Not a problem, Ri-chan.” Junichi grinned at his neighbor’s delighted expression as she gingerly opened the box of cream puffs with care, eyes widening at the sight of the cream-filled pastries she so adored. “You know,” The trumpeter mused, “I bet Kaoru would love to try one. You two seem to be pretty good friends, huh?”
A man’s fight, huh? Sounds interesting!
(picks up his own drum sticks, excitement coursing through him)
Bring it on, Jun-nii!
“I’ll make you regret those very words, Sen-bou.” Junichi said with a slight twinkle in his eyes, before picking up his trumpet and blew the first note. The younger male was instantly on point, dropping a clean beat. Each urged the other on, and the blaring of trumpets and crashing of cymbals grew more and more fervent.
Ritsuko looked into the shop, “Do you have any left over cream puffs?” She asked excitedly walking in. She stood in frond of the displayed goods and scanned them.
“Mm, no. Looks like we’re out of cream puffs for the day. They’re one of our bestsellers, y’know…” Junichi smiled, as Ritsuko’s expression fell slightly. “…Ah, but wait.” He said with a wink, before disappeared into the backroom, emerging a few moments later with a box. “I made sure to save these for you this morning. I owed you one, right?”
I can’t remember the title now, but surely you must have heard it by now. And assuming for a moment we really are the same person, than you will grow out your hair. Although I’ll be getting it cut again soon enough.
(What a strange occurrence this was; there was no way that they could be the same person. But if the man before him was a version of himself from days gone by… what exactly, Junichi wondered, should he tell him about his ‘future’?)
“I’ll grow out my hair, huh?” Junichi mused, rubbing his own smooth chin as he eyed his doppelganger’s stubble. “On what whim did I decide to do that?” He inquired. Whatever the reason was, the man’s shaggy appearance seemed to indicate that the future did not bide well for him. What could it be? Heartbreak? Financial woes?
“Sure, we can look for it together- unless your busy watching the shop.” She peeked through the shops door to see if anyone was inside. “I can find it for you then hold onto it till you come by?”
“Nah, I was actually just about to close up. Would you like to stop by for a minute and see if there are any leftover pastries you’d like to pick up for you and your father?” Junichi asked, as he started to open the door to his family shop.
“Hi Jun-nii! Yeah I’m heading to the shop now. Will you being stopping by?” Ritsuko asked hoping to see Jun-nii for a bit longer.
“Ah, but of course. Actually, there was a Freddie Hubbard record I wanted to pick up, as well. Would you help me look for it?” Junichi asked, flicking away the spent cigarette.