[#012] Water
Title: Water
Pairing: RyoShige, RyoPi friendship
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: yeah, whatever
Warnings: character death
Summary: Shige passes away before Ryo says what he wanted to.
A/N: This is for clutzynew.
Ryo was sitting on a beach, staring at the sea. The water made him nauseous, but at the same time it gave him a feeling of comfort. As Ryo sat there thoughts were running through his head. Shige’s gone. That very same sea, the same water swallowed him forever.
Ryo was at loss for what to do. So were everybody who had to deal with Ryo. A dozen feet away, Yamapi was sitting on the sand, watching his friend with a worried expression. Never had they thought that Ryo would be the most affected by Shige’s death. Yamapi never thought that he would face a crying Ryo when he opened his door a few hours after they had been told about the accident. Never had he thought that Ryo would come crying to confess him his love for Shige. Shige, who Ryo mocked and probed.
Ryo had been crying non-stop for the past seven hours, of which they had spent six at the beach. Now the sobs seemed to slowly fade away as Ryo felt he has no more tears to shed. All the moments he had shared with Shige were going through his mind like a photo book. Every single time Shige left the room crying because of him. Every single time the younger spoke back to him. Every single smile the younger gave him when he finally understood Ryo’s underlying thoughts.
If only Ryo hadn’t wasted so much time. If only had he gone to Shige, put down his pride and confessed. Maybe then Shige would have been with him that day and not on that boat trip with his college friends. Ryo started crying again.
As Yamapi saw Ryo breakdown into a sobbing mess again, he moved closer and hesitantly placed a comforting hand on Ryo’s shoulder. Ryo leaned to the touch and cried his heart out in Yamapi’s arms. Yamapi dragged the older to his car only when the sun started to peek out again the next morning.
During the following years Ryo overworked himself. He traveled between Tokyo and Osaka more than before, took more drama offers, did his best in everything, worked harder than anybody. He thought that by doing these things he could make up for Shige, live to his legacy. He didn’t think he could manage college like the younger man did, so he stuck to what he knew, just like the younger did in college.
In the rare days he had free time he went to the same beach were Shige had died, were he had cried in Yamapi’s arms, mourned for Shige. Every time he went there, it was quiet. He sat in the sand and cried.
The beach was calm and there was an eerie air in it. Ryo thought he could feel Shige’s presence in the wind, in the sand and in the water, even more than he could during the rare times he actually visited his grave. For Ryo the grave was just a mark, and even if Shige’s remains laid there this beach was where his soul stayed.
In the quiet of the beach, if you walked close enough of the mourning man, you could hear him speaking soft, quiet words in the wind. While he sat there crying, Ryo spoke to Shige about everything and nothing. He confessed all the feelings he held for the younger, and when he ran out of things to say he would talk about his life without Shige. The next time he returned to the beach, he would start his rambling from the beginning, telling the wind how much he loved Shige, how badly he missed him, how he didn’t want anything more than to just be able to hold him close.
So for multiple years this went on. At times a worried Yamapi followed him to the beach and hid in the shadows, looked at his best friend, even cried with his best friend. Don’t take me wrong, Ryo wasn’t the only one who missed Shige, not at all. He was just the one who had left too many things unsaid, too many things undone.
One of these days when Yamapi followed Ryo to the beach, something felt wrong. Lately, Ryo had seemed more tired than ever, barely ate anything, and needless to say, this worried Yamapi a lot. That day was fourth anniversary of Shige’s death. This time Ryo didn’t sit in the sand, he just stood watching the sea, its dark water before the storm that would definitely be coming soon.
Even though Yamapi was much further than that day, he could see the tears rolling down his best friend’s cheeks. That sight and the memory of Shige were enough to bring the tears to his eyes too.
Then Ryo collapsed on the sand. Even before Yamapi realized what had happened, he was running towards the dark figure on the sand. Even through the beginning rain and the stormy wind he could hear the soft words Ryo spoke before closing his eyes into an eternal sleep.
“I love you, Shige.”
For a while Yamapi stopped in shock as he saw Ryo’s eyes falling closed, but then sprinted towards the man faster than before. He tried shaking him, slapping him, anything and everything that came to his mind. Nothing worked and after a while Ryo’s pulse faded away completely.
Yamapi looked at the sky as the tears fell down uncontrollably, mixing with the rain drops falling with an increasing pressure.
Exactly four years after the death of Kato Shigeaki, Nishikido Ryo passed away at the beach facing the ocean that took the younger man’s life. The doctors said he died of exhaustion, but a certain Yamashita Tomohisa was sure that his best friend died of heartbreak.
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Thanks for reading, do leave me a comment.
And clutzynew, I do not like you, you evil person. you made me kill them BOTH.
Pairing: RyoShige, RyoPi friendship
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: yeah, whatever
Warnings: character death
Summary: Shige passes away before Ryo says what he wanted to.
A/N: This is for clutzynew.
Ryo was sitting on a beach, staring at the sea. The water made him nauseous, but at the same time it gave him a feeling of comfort. As Ryo sat there thoughts were running through his head. Shige’s gone. That very same sea, the same water swallowed him forever.
Ryo was at loss for what to do. So were everybody who had to deal with Ryo. A dozen feet away, Yamapi was sitting on the sand, watching his friend with a worried expression. Never had they thought that Ryo would be the most affected by Shige’s death. Yamapi never thought that he would face a crying Ryo when he opened his door a few hours after they had been told about the accident. Never had he thought that Ryo would come crying to confess him his love for Shige. Shige, who Ryo mocked and probed.
Ryo had been crying non-stop for the past seven hours, of which they had spent six at the beach. Now the sobs seemed to slowly fade away as Ryo felt he has no more tears to shed. All the moments he had shared with Shige were going through his mind like a photo book. Every single time Shige left the room crying because of him. Every single time the younger spoke back to him. Every single smile the younger gave him when he finally understood Ryo’s underlying thoughts.
If only Ryo hadn’t wasted so much time. If only had he gone to Shige, put down his pride and confessed. Maybe then Shige would have been with him that day and not on that boat trip with his college friends. Ryo started crying again.
As Yamapi saw Ryo breakdown into a sobbing mess again, he moved closer and hesitantly placed a comforting hand on Ryo’s shoulder. Ryo leaned to the touch and cried his heart out in Yamapi’s arms. Yamapi dragged the older to his car only when the sun started to peek out again the next morning.
During the following years Ryo overworked himself. He traveled between Tokyo and Osaka more than before, took more drama offers, did his best in everything, worked harder than anybody. He thought that by doing these things he could make up for Shige, live to his legacy. He didn’t think he could manage college like the younger man did, so he stuck to what he knew, just like the younger did in college.
In the rare days he had free time he went to the same beach were Shige had died, were he had cried in Yamapi’s arms, mourned for Shige. Every time he went there, it was quiet. He sat in the sand and cried.
The beach was calm and there was an eerie air in it. Ryo thought he could feel Shige’s presence in the wind, in the sand and in the water, even more than he could during the rare times he actually visited his grave. For Ryo the grave was just a mark, and even if Shige’s remains laid there this beach was where his soul stayed.
In the quiet of the beach, if you walked close enough of the mourning man, you could hear him speaking soft, quiet words in the wind. While he sat there crying, Ryo spoke to Shige about everything and nothing. He confessed all the feelings he held for the younger, and when he ran out of things to say he would talk about his life without Shige. The next time he returned to the beach, he would start his rambling from the beginning, telling the wind how much he loved Shige, how badly he missed him, how he didn’t want anything more than to just be able to hold him close.
So for multiple years this went on. At times a worried Yamapi followed him to the beach and hid in the shadows, looked at his best friend, even cried with his best friend. Don’t take me wrong, Ryo wasn’t the only one who missed Shige, not at all. He was just the one who had left too many things unsaid, too many things undone.
One of these days when Yamapi followed Ryo to the beach, something felt wrong. Lately, Ryo had seemed more tired than ever, barely ate anything, and needless to say, this worried Yamapi a lot. That day was fourth anniversary of Shige’s death. This time Ryo didn’t sit in the sand, he just stood watching the sea, its dark water before the storm that would definitely be coming soon.
Even though Yamapi was much further than that day, he could see the tears rolling down his best friend’s cheeks. That sight and the memory of Shige were enough to bring the tears to his eyes too.
Then Ryo collapsed on the sand. Even before Yamapi realized what had happened, he was running towards the dark figure on the sand. Even through the beginning rain and the stormy wind he could hear the soft words Ryo spoke before closing his eyes into an eternal sleep.
“I love you, Shige.”
For a while Yamapi stopped in shock as he saw Ryo’s eyes falling closed, but then sprinted towards the man faster than before. He tried shaking him, slapping him, anything and everything that came to his mind. Nothing worked and after a while Ryo’s pulse faded away completely.
Yamapi looked at the sky as the tears fell down uncontrollably, mixing with the rain drops falling with an increasing pressure.
Exactly four years after the death of Kato Shigeaki, Nishikido Ryo passed away at the beach facing the ocean that took the younger man’s life. The doctors said he died of exhaustion, but a certain Yamashita Tomohisa was sure that his best friend died of heartbreak.
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Thanks for reading, do leave me a comment.
And clutzynew, I do not like you, you evil person. you made me kill them BOTH.