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Title: Numb
Rating: PG
A/N: It might be just my hormones, but I suddenly had this image in my head. Perhaps triggered by a discusson on the bela-b.de board about Bela having changed so much.
Bela had changed. He knew it, Jan knew it; there was no point in denying it.
And so they stood, facing each other in Bela's dining room. Jan was unusually calm, collected, as if he was hiding behind Farin Urlaub. But Bela - Bela was radiating the fury that had been building up inside him for the past months, that had now found its trigger in a completely mundane thing.
'I hate you!' he shouted at Jan.
They'd met up without big plans, just a dinner between friends.
'I fucking can't stand your face anymore!'
Jan had been able to see Bela's expression fall when he'd picked up his pack of cigarettes, and the guitarist had told him that he should probably quit, regarding his age.
'Stop patronizing me! I know what's good for me and what's not myself! I don't need you!'
Jan had expected some lame joke, but not this response.
The first plate flew in his direction, crashed against the wall, shattered.
'I have sacrificed half my life for this band! I'm so sick of it! I'm so sick of you! Stop acting like we're married! I can handle myself very well!'
Bela's rage seemed to gain a life of itself, he yelled out anything he could think of, hurled random obscenities and plates at Jan. But his face turned greyer with every word, every phrase, until -
'Get the fuck out of here!'
- he collapsed on the cold floor, pale as a ghost. His whole body trembled with exhaustion, black spots appeared before his eyes.
Jan laid a tentative hand on his shoulder. But Bela didn't react - couldn't react.
Then, suddenly, just as he'd been ordered, Farin was gone, leaving a shaking Dirk behind.
Numb.
Rating: PG
A/N: It might be just my hormones, but I suddenly had this image in my head. Perhaps triggered by a discusson on the bela-b.de board about Bela having changed so much.
Bela had changed. He knew it, Jan knew it; there was no point in denying it.
And so they stood, facing each other in Bela's dining room. Jan was unusually calm, collected, as if he was hiding behind Farin Urlaub. But Bela - Bela was radiating the fury that had been building up inside him for the past months, that had now found its trigger in a completely mundane thing.
'I hate you!' he shouted at Jan.
They'd met up without big plans, just a dinner between friends.
'I fucking can't stand your face anymore!'
Jan had been able to see Bela's expression fall when he'd picked up his pack of cigarettes, and the guitarist had told him that he should probably quit, regarding his age.
'Stop patronizing me! I know what's good for me and what's not myself! I don't need you!'
Jan had expected some lame joke, but not this response.
The first plate flew in his direction, crashed against the wall, shattered.
'I have sacrificed half my life for this band! I'm so sick of it! I'm so sick of you! Stop acting like we're married! I can handle myself very well!'
Bela's rage seemed to gain a life of itself, he yelled out anything he could think of, hurled random obscenities and plates at Jan. But his face turned greyer with every word, every phrase, until -
'Get the fuck out of here!'
- he collapsed on the cold floor, pale as a ghost. His whole body trembled with exhaustion, black spots appeared before his eyes.
Jan laid a tentative hand on his shoulder. But Bela didn't react - couldn't react.
Then, suddenly, just as he'd been ordered, Farin was gone, leaving a shaking Dirk behind.
Numb.