Torn
by: Yoshi/ angelwings@mindless.com
PG-13/Yaoi
part: 2/?
pairings: HanaRu, SenKosh, SenKo and a blooming MitKo gasps
Disclaimers: I do NOT own this and that blah blah blah...I promise I'll return all of them looking all brand-new
Archive: Like it? Then take it...Just send a word or ask me and it's yours to take. Now remember the magic words, ASK, k?
This contains YAOI so:
a. for those who don't have any idea what yaoi is, I will not bloody hell tell anything to ya cause you shouldn't be here in the first place ne?
b. If yaoi makes you sick, then go on and read this to make you sicker snickers
I'm really in the bad mood when I did this so pardon any glaring mistakes :P
Okay people, this turns out to be angsty and too dramatic so brace yourselves...
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'Please...not now' Kogure mentally pleaded as he readied himself for the inevitable.
Gray clouds hovered in the skies and the gentle sounds of leaves blown by cool breeze magnified the melancholic ambiance of the already empty park.
"We need to talk. About us." Mitsui said gazing up the darkened sky.
"Is there anything we really need to talk about?" The brown-haired boy replied defiantly. 'Perhaps it's better this way...'
"Yes. I told you that I love you and you said that you feel the same way. But why aren't we together?" the scarred boy answered in exasperation. 'Why's he dodging my questions? Surely, he meant everything he said...right?'
Silence. A deafening silence that seemed to stretch for a long time. Mitsui's mind whirled in confusion as to where actually this conversation was headed. When he was about to repeat his question, Kogure's chilling laughter cut through.
"Hisashi," remarked the brown-haired one mockingly while shaking his head. "Just what are you thinking? Did you honestly think that I'm serious?"
Mitsui froze. His mind refused to register what was happening. He wanted to be angry, just be the his old self back in his gangster days- he wanted to shake any emotion from Kogure and admit that what he said was just a lie. He wanted to demand, to shout and to just vent his frustration. He desperately summoned any emotion to at least protect his pride, but unfortunately, he cannot come up with one. He felt so hollow.
"Did you think that what we have could go on forever?" Kogure laughed again. "I thought you knew better. Boy, was I wrong..."
Mitsui refused to look at Kogure in the eyes. He feared what he will see in them. The thought of the brown eyes looking at him with indifference and rejection was simply abominable. However, it was too late. Kogure approached him and caught his stare. Emotionless. Brown eyes tinged with indifference and contempt enough to make him weak on his knees.
Finally, the skies gave in and droplets fell until it poured heavily as if it would never stop on the two.
"Since you're not that easy to catch up, might as well I spell it out to you." He drew closer to Mitsui's ear. "I didn't love you." He emphasized every syllable with disdain. With this, he turned to leave Mitsui.
'I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...' he thought over and over as he gave a last look to scarred boy. ' I didn't mean for this to happen' He then ran his way home with the rain as the only witness of his silent tears.
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"Stupid, pea-brained kitsune..." Sakuragi Hanamichi grumbled as he marched home with a bag of groceries in hand. He was already soaking wet from head to toe. "I'll make you pay for this...making me go shopping and all." The rain had only started five minutes earlier- just as he was about to leave the store with the goods Rukawa asked him to buy.
"Damn!" cursed the redhead as a speeding car splashed muddy water on him. 'Where's my luck when I needed it?' he sullenly thought on what had befallen him. He then began to formulate ways to torture Rukawa for this disaster. As he dragged himself home, he noticed a lone figure on the park. A familiar lone figure.
"Oi Mitsui! What are you doing here? Are you trying to get sick or something?"
The dark-haired boy simply stood there with his head tilted upwards gazing at nothing in particular.
"Oi Mitsui! Mitsui!" Sakuragi repeated, this time waving his hands in front of Mitsui.
"Leave me alone"
"Huh?" the redhead's brow now furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"
"What part of leave me fucking hell alone don't you undestand?"
"Okay!okay! sheesh, there's no need to be hostile, you know?" Shooting a quick last look to his teammate, he turned and began walking home again.
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He ran. Dripping wet and cold, he blindly rushed on his way home. Images of the crest-fallen look of Mitsui kept playing on his mind over and over. /I didn't love you/ He grimaced at the memory of his own words. The moment those words left his lips he felt as if a part of him had been ripped off. The brown-haired boy was totally distracted that he bumped into someone making him stumble back a bit.
"Gomen nasai." He muttered quickly not looking at the person in the eye.
"Kogure-kun, are you alright?"
Brown eyes met blue ones as he looked up to the owner of the voice. "Oh, it's you."
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"Would it make you go on conflict if I ask what's wrong?" The ace player of Ryonan asked thoughtfully.
The two had taken refuge on a small overhang of a deserted store. Rain continuouly poured although it lessened to a drizzle.
"I talked to him."
"Oh," regarding the older boy with concern. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I knew I have to confront him sooner or later," he distantly replied. "Although there's nothing more I can do about the situation."
"Did you tell him that you're leaving few days from now?"
"I didn't think that that would change anything at all. Knowing or not, both will just end up like this..."
The spiky-haired boy listened in quietly as he began to pour his heart out. He figured that silence is important in times like these.
"...although I hoped things didn't turn out his way." Kogure cried, furiously wiping the tears that streaked his face anew.
He was then enveloped by a comforting embrace- one that offered him solace he desperately needed when things try to send him over the edge. He burrowed closer to the offered warmth as he tried to collect himself fearing that if he cried again, he would never stop.
Both were oblivious on the pair of eyes that looked at them sadly nearby.
TBC.
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Confusing? too short? I know, I know...I need time to tune-up my mind.
Now, now, please forgive me if the story became too dramatic and stuff. I'm running out of ideas and I need a new inspiration to continue writing. bangs head on the wall repeatedly
Oh well,
Ja!