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Title: Paradise Lost
Author: Aiko - aikowritesfic
Pairing: Akamepi
Genre: Angst again.
Warnings: Yuriko is very annoying at 6:30am.
Disclaimer: MINE. ♥
Summary: A solution to the problem, but can it really be called that if the pain isn't lessened?
Comments: Weeeell some people wanted a sequel so here it is~ There will be a third part, since I totally got inspiration. :3
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For weeks Tomohisa dwelt upon his shortcomings, talked to a large Tackey and Tsubasa poster in his bedroom when he was alone, and became increasingly hurt when Jin and Kazuya didn't even seem to notice he was avoiding them. He wasn't even close to enjoying his thoughts lately, but his voice of reason told him that there was only one realistic thing to do. Something he had to do - something he should've probably done a long time ago, actually.
He sat on his bed and pleaded with the poster that didn't once move or speak; a pitiable sight, in floods of tears for what felt like hours as he begged for an easier solution. He wanted it to work! He was willing to do anything - maybe it wouldn't hurt so much once he got used to it!
But it was set in its decision and he could do nothing but obey. That didn't mean he liked it, though - the 'solution' hurt just as much as the problem it was designed to erase.
His sister told him he was insane when he called to apologise for breaking a little glass ornament she'd given to him for his birthday some three years prior. He just didn't tell her that the small porcelain figure's sharp meeting with his living room wall had been entirely intentional.
There was no easy way to write this, but writing it would be miles easier than actually saying it to them. Tomohisa knew that his will concerning this was tenuous at best and just looking at them could break it. He put the radio on, only to wince and turn it off immediately as he recognised Jin's voice. KAT-TUN were everywhere these days.
There was nothing for it, he thought as he sat at the desk he usually used for his schoolwork. He'd just have to write in silence.
Several hours and a grand total of sixteen drafts later, Tomohisa read over what he'd written and was finally satisfied with it.
A knock at the door. Nothing stirred (not even a mouse) until the knock was repeated - whoever was at the door seemed rather set in getting the apartment's occupants out of bed at half past six in the morning on their day off. It wasn't very fair, to be honest.
"Jin..." Kazuya muttered, pushing weakly at the broad chest against which he was currently held somewhat hostage by his elder bandmate's arms. Jin said nothing; didn't even move. Kazuya opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to focus them, and this time actually succeeded in removing himself from Jin's grip. Not that he wanted to, mind you. He'd been quite happy there - but this persistant bastard wouldn't stop knocking and it was getting to be really goddamn annoying. "Jin," Kazuya repeated, sitting up. This was Jin's apartment, after all - it made sense that the one living there should answer the door.
Though apparently not, as Jin only moved to futilely grab at his lost heatsource for a moment before turning and putting his back to the disturbance to his valuable sleeping time. Kazuya ran both hands through his hair, sighed loudly and got up - only to fall right back down.
"God damnit!" he yelled, pinching and rubbing at his legs to bring back some feeling. Seriously, the next time Jin wanted to try 'something new' he could either go find Pi or go fuck himself. Literally.
After some moments he was able to stand again, shakily stepping into sweatpants that he knew were Jin's but really did not care as he headed out to the door. Taking small, wobbly steps (damn Jin, damn him to hell), the journey to the door took probably twice the time it usually would've. Thankfully, he thought with some sarcasm, whoever was on the other side had taken to constant knocking - even tapping out the beat to a song at one point. They seemed to be having fun there, and it was really annoying.
"What?" Kazuya demanded as he flung open the door and fixed the smiling girl behind it with a rather evil look. She didn't seem perturbed in the slightest, even gave him a small wave that was entirely too jaunty for the time of morning.
"G'morning! My name's Takeda Yuriko and I live in this building!" she chirped. By the silence following, Kazuya could only assume she was waiting for acknowledgement.
"Oh," he muttered, wondering why exactly there'd be a random happy girl turning up at Jin's apartment in the morning for no apparent reason. Did this happen often? Was she some random fan looking to attach herself to her idol? Because if she was then she could-
"Now I need to know your name!" Yuriko continued, still with that infuriatingly bright smile as she apparently didn't notice how much she was irritating the sleepy boy in front of her. He swayed dangerously on the spot and quickly grabbed the doorframe to steady himself - she didn't seem to see that, either. God but he'd only known her for half a minute and she was already getting on his nerves.
"What do you want?" asked Kazuya, perhaps a little rudely as he didn't answer her question in doing so. She giggled a little.
"I want to know your name, Mister Person I Don't Know! 'Cause if I don't know it then I'll never know if this-" she waved around a small white envelope he could've sworn she didn't have a moment ago. "-is for you! Or maybe I've got the wrong place again!" Her tone suggested that she'd probably come up from the bottom going door-to-door asking everyone's name before she'd arrived here - and they were on the sixth floor. Though she didn't seem bothered about that in the slightest. Kazuya found himself wondering if there was any activity at all between this girl's ears - she did only look about sixteen. Didn't most sixteen-year-olds spend Saturday morning in bed?
"Kamenashi Kazuya," he mumbled, eyes fixed upon the paper thing in her hand. Suddenly he was horribly curious as to what might be inside it.
"Oh!" she squealed, evidently delighted with the answer she'd finally received. "I found you!" And with that, she held it out. Kazuya took it from her, all thoughts of going back to sleep having vanished into thin air. Suddenly he had to know why some girl he'd never met would come to Jin's apartment with a letter or something for someone who didn't even live there. "Let's see..." Yuriko muttered, looking thoughtful all of a sudden. "He said sorry for sending me to give you this instead of coming himself, but he had to work. And that's for Jin too, okay?"
"Who said that?" Kazuya asked, giving her a suspicious look.
"You'll know that when you've read it~" Yuriko sing-songed and gave another jaunty wave. "Byebye!" she chirped, and was gone before Kazuya could collect his thoughts well enough to form a reply. It was then that he noticed how cold it was today - he was topless and shivering whereas she'd been kitted out in a coat and scarf, and he hadn't even realised it until right at this moment.
As if on cue, that was precisely the moment he heard a weak call of his name from Jin's bedroom. Closing the door, he called back that he'd be there in a second - he couldn't help but read this whatever-it-was as fast as possible.
He'd read it all by the time he reached Jin, who'd been apparently about to ask who'd been at the door - though seeing the smaller one's face he changed tack.
"What's wrong?" asked the older one. Kazuya, who by this time had gone very pale, wordlessly held out the small piece of paper in his hand. Jin, slightly confused by now, took it. By the time his eyes had ghosted over the one-sentence note, he was certain there was probably not much colour left in his own face either.
God. What the hell were they supposed to do now?
Jin, Kazuya:
I love you both, but you'll be happier without me.
-Tomohisa
Author: Aiko - aikowritesfic
Pairing: Akamepi
Genre: Angst again.
Warnings: Yuriko is very annoying at 6:30am.
Disclaimer: MINE. ♥
Summary: A solution to the problem, but can it really be called that if the pain isn't lessened?
Comments: Weeeell some people wanted a sequel so here it is~ There will be a third part, since I totally got inspiration. :3
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For weeks Tomohisa dwelt upon his shortcomings, talked to a large Tackey and Tsubasa poster in his bedroom when he was alone, and became increasingly hurt when Jin and Kazuya didn't even seem to notice he was avoiding them. He wasn't even close to enjoying his thoughts lately, but his voice of reason told him that there was only one realistic thing to do. Something he had to do - something he should've probably done a long time ago, actually.
He sat on his bed and pleaded with the poster that didn't once move or speak; a pitiable sight, in floods of tears for what felt like hours as he begged for an easier solution. He wanted it to work! He was willing to do anything - maybe it wouldn't hurt so much once he got used to it!
But it was set in its decision and he could do nothing but obey. That didn't mean he liked it, though - the 'solution' hurt just as much as the problem it was designed to erase.
His sister told him he was insane when he called to apologise for breaking a little glass ornament she'd given to him for his birthday some three years prior. He just didn't tell her that the small porcelain figure's sharp meeting with his living room wall had been entirely intentional.
There was no easy way to write this, but writing it would be miles easier than actually saying it to them. Tomohisa knew that his will concerning this was tenuous at best and just looking at them could break it. He put the radio on, only to wince and turn it off immediately as he recognised Jin's voice. KAT-TUN were everywhere these days.
There was nothing for it, he thought as he sat at the desk he usually used for his schoolwork. He'd just have to write in silence.
Several hours and a grand total of sixteen drafts later, Tomohisa read over what he'd written and was finally satisfied with it.
A knock at the door. Nothing stirred (not even a mouse) until the knock was repeated - whoever was at the door seemed rather set in getting the apartment's occupants out of bed at half past six in the morning on their day off. It wasn't very fair, to be honest.
"Jin..." Kazuya muttered, pushing weakly at the broad chest against which he was currently held somewhat hostage by his elder bandmate's arms. Jin said nothing; didn't even move. Kazuya opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to focus them, and this time actually succeeded in removing himself from Jin's grip. Not that he wanted to, mind you. He'd been quite happy there - but this persistant bastard wouldn't stop knocking and it was getting to be really goddamn annoying. "Jin," Kazuya repeated, sitting up. This was Jin's apartment, after all - it made sense that the one living there should answer the door.
Though apparently not, as Jin only moved to futilely grab at his lost heatsource for a moment before turning and putting his back to the disturbance to his valuable sleeping time. Kazuya ran both hands through his hair, sighed loudly and got up - only to fall right back down.
"God damnit!" he yelled, pinching and rubbing at his legs to bring back some feeling. Seriously, the next time Jin wanted to try 'something new' he could either go find Pi or go fuck himself. Literally.
After some moments he was able to stand again, shakily stepping into sweatpants that he knew were Jin's but really did not care as he headed out to the door. Taking small, wobbly steps (damn Jin, damn him to hell), the journey to the door took probably twice the time it usually would've. Thankfully, he thought with some sarcasm, whoever was on the other side had taken to constant knocking - even tapping out the beat to a song at one point. They seemed to be having fun there, and it was really annoying.
"What?" Kazuya demanded as he flung open the door and fixed the smiling girl behind it with a rather evil look. She didn't seem perturbed in the slightest, even gave him a small wave that was entirely too jaunty for the time of morning.
"G'morning! My name's Takeda Yuriko and I live in this building!" she chirped. By the silence following, Kazuya could only assume she was waiting for acknowledgement.
"Oh," he muttered, wondering why exactly there'd be a random happy girl turning up at Jin's apartment in the morning for no apparent reason. Did this happen often? Was she some random fan looking to attach herself to her idol? Because if she was then she could-
"Now I need to know your name!" Yuriko continued, still with that infuriatingly bright smile as she apparently didn't notice how much she was irritating the sleepy boy in front of her. He swayed dangerously on the spot and quickly grabbed the doorframe to steady himself - she didn't seem to see that, either. God but he'd only known her for half a minute and she was already getting on his nerves.
"What do you want?" asked Kazuya, perhaps a little rudely as he didn't answer her question in doing so. She giggled a little.
"I want to know your name, Mister Person I Don't Know! 'Cause if I don't know it then I'll never know if this-" she waved around a small white envelope he could've sworn she didn't have a moment ago. "-is for you! Or maybe I've got the wrong place again!" Her tone suggested that she'd probably come up from the bottom going door-to-door asking everyone's name before she'd arrived here - and they were on the sixth floor. Though she didn't seem bothered about that in the slightest. Kazuya found himself wondering if there was any activity at all between this girl's ears - she did only look about sixteen. Didn't most sixteen-year-olds spend Saturday morning in bed?
"Kamenashi Kazuya," he mumbled, eyes fixed upon the paper thing in her hand. Suddenly he was horribly curious as to what might be inside it.
"Oh!" she squealed, evidently delighted with the answer she'd finally received. "I found you!" And with that, she held it out. Kazuya took it from her, all thoughts of going back to sleep having vanished into thin air. Suddenly he had to know why some girl he'd never met would come to Jin's apartment with a letter or something for someone who didn't even live there. "Let's see..." Yuriko muttered, looking thoughtful all of a sudden. "He said sorry for sending me to give you this instead of coming himself, but he had to work. And that's for Jin too, okay?"
"Who said that?" Kazuya asked, giving her a suspicious look.
"You'll know that when you've read it~" Yuriko sing-songed and gave another jaunty wave. "Byebye!" she chirped, and was gone before Kazuya could collect his thoughts well enough to form a reply. It was then that he noticed how cold it was today - he was topless and shivering whereas she'd been kitted out in a coat and scarf, and he hadn't even realised it until right at this moment.
As if on cue, that was precisely the moment he heard a weak call of his name from Jin's bedroom. Closing the door, he called back that he'd be there in a second - he couldn't help but read this whatever-it-was as fast as possible.
He'd read it all by the time he reached Jin, who'd been apparently about to ask who'd been at the door - though seeing the smaller one's face he changed tack.
"What's wrong?" asked the older one. Kazuya, who by this time had gone very pale, wordlessly held out the small piece of paper in his hand. Jin, slightly confused by now, took it. By the time his eyes had ghosted over the one-sentence note, he was certain there was probably not much colour left in his own face either.
God. What the hell were they supposed to do now?
Jin, Kazuya:
I love you both, but you'll be happier without me.
-Tomohisa