Homeless
Title: Homeless
Pairing: Tegoshi Yuya/Masuda Takahisa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 582
Disclaimer: I do not own these people. If I did, I would not be pairing them up; I would keep them to myself. If I did this, I would be attacked by fangirls. Death by fangirl is not the way I want to leave this world, so I am not claiming to own them. :D
Summary: Did they ever think of him? Probably not.
Tegoshi looked at his scarred wrist and took a swig from the bottle beside him. He had nothing left. Huddling underneath his tattered coat as the cold wind blew across his face, he felt a tear slide down his cheek. This was him, giving up.
He didn’t want the whole world to see how fragile he was. In life, if people see that you are weak, they break you more. You can pour your heart out to somebody, but they never truly care for you. And, well, living on the streets, it’s every man for himself. He wanted to forget about his warm, happy life from those months before and sob into the concrete, but he couldn’t look pathetic. He had to deal with the fact that this was his life now and the sooner he forgot his old one, the better. Nobody could, or would help him.
Watching the people walk by, he felt that his heart was full of bitterness and jealousy. They didn’t even acknowledge his existence. They probably had friends, family, lovers and a warm place to stay. He couldn’t imagine how wonderful it could be to live like that again, with pathetic problems, pathetic secrets, and pathetic happy lives.
His ex-bandmates still lived like that.
Often, he wondered about them. There wasn’t really much else to do. Did they ever think of him? Probably not. They were still sparkly idols, and him? He was nobody. His life had been stripped from him, purely because he had confessed to his love.
“Yuya-kun?”
A voice shattered through his thoughts. He looked up.
“Masuda-san?” he gasped, “Is that really you?”
The familiar face looked down in horror.
“Yuya-kun, is this my fault?”
Tegoshi didn’t really know what to say. This was surreal. It had been months since he had made any contact with people from his old life. Massu, feeling his hesitation, knelt down on the pavement next to him.
“Do you have somewhere to stay?” he asked, softly.
Tegoshi laughed bitterly, “Would I be here if I did?”
Massu bit his lip and thought deeply for a minute.
“I can’t leave you here,” he said.
“But you’ve left me these last few months,” Tegoshi said, sharply.
Massu looked down, ashamed. It was true, he had. But things had changed. His life hadn’t been the same since Tegoshi had been kicked out of JE, and he had blamed himself. If he hadn’t have been overheard on the phone discussing the confession that Tegoshi had made, and how he had rejected it, then this would never have happened.
“Come home with me,” Massu said.
“So you can hurt me again?” Tegoshi said, bitterly.
“I never meant to. Just, please. I can’t leave you like this. And my life hasn’t been the same without you.”
“No, it’s been better.”
“How could you think that?” Massu whispered, shocked.
“Because it’s true.”
“No. It’s not. I’ve had a long time to think, and believe me. I miss you, Yuya-kun”
Massu ran his hand across the youngster’s face silently, and looked into his eyes, watching the tears begin to fall.
“I still love you, Massu. You shouldn’t be here,” his hand was pushed away, “Go back to your perfect life.”
“My life isn’t perfect. Not without you,”
Tegoshi’s heart skipped a beat.
“I haven’t combed the streets of Tokyo to find you for no reason, Yuya-kun. I came to tell you that I’m sorry. I love you. Now please, trust me. Come home with me.”
Pairing: Tegoshi Yuya/Masuda Takahisa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 582
Disclaimer: I do not own these people. If I did, I would not be pairing them up; I would keep them to myself. If I did this, I would be attacked by fangirls. Death by fangirl is not the way I want to leave this world, so I am not claiming to own them. :D
Summary: Did they ever think of him? Probably not.
Tegoshi looked at his scarred wrist and took a swig from the bottle beside him. He had nothing left. Huddling underneath his tattered coat as the cold wind blew across his face, he felt a tear slide down his cheek. This was him, giving up.
He didn’t want the whole world to see how fragile he was. In life, if people see that you are weak, they break you more. You can pour your heart out to somebody, but they never truly care for you. And, well, living on the streets, it’s every man for himself. He wanted to forget about his warm, happy life from those months before and sob into the concrete, but he couldn’t look pathetic. He had to deal with the fact that this was his life now and the sooner he forgot his old one, the better. Nobody could, or would help him.
Watching the people walk by, he felt that his heart was full of bitterness and jealousy. They didn’t even acknowledge his existence. They probably had friends, family, lovers and a warm place to stay. He couldn’t imagine how wonderful it could be to live like that again, with pathetic problems, pathetic secrets, and pathetic happy lives.
His ex-bandmates still lived like that.
Often, he wondered about them. There wasn’t really much else to do. Did they ever think of him? Probably not. They were still sparkly idols, and him? He was nobody. His life had been stripped from him, purely because he had confessed to his love.
“Yuya-kun?”
A voice shattered through his thoughts. He looked up.
“Masuda-san?” he gasped, “Is that really you?”
The familiar face looked down in horror.
“Yuya-kun, is this my fault?”
Tegoshi didn’t really know what to say. This was surreal. It had been months since he had made any contact with people from his old life. Massu, feeling his hesitation, knelt down on the pavement next to him.
“Do you have somewhere to stay?” he asked, softly.
Tegoshi laughed bitterly, “Would I be here if I did?”
Massu bit his lip and thought deeply for a minute.
“I can’t leave you here,” he said.
“But you’ve left me these last few months,” Tegoshi said, sharply.
Massu looked down, ashamed. It was true, he had. But things had changed. His life hadn’t been the same since Tegoshi had been kicked out of JE, and he had blamed himself. If he hadn’t have been overheard on the phone discussing the confession that Tegoshi had made, and how he had rejected it, then this would never have happened.
“Come home with me,” Massu said.
“So you can hurt me again?” Tegoshi said, bitterly.
“I never meant to. Just, please. I can’t leave you like this. And my life hasn’t been the same without you.”
“No, it’s been better.”
“How could you think that?” Massu whispered, shocked.
“Because it’s true.”
“No. It’s not. I’ve had a long time to think, and believe me. I miss you, Yuya-kun”
Massu ran his hand across the youngster’s face silently, and looked into his eyes, watching the tears begin to fall.
“I still love you, Massu. You shouldn’t be here,” his hand was pushed away, “Go back to your perfect life.”
“My life isn’t perfect. Not without you,”
Tegoshi’s heart skipped a beat.
“I haven’t combed the streets of Tokyo to find you for no reason, Yuya-kun. I came to tell you that I’m sorry. I love you. Now please, trust me. Come home with me.”