Betrayal (One Shot)
It was more than I could bear.
The feeling of betrayal pulsed through my veins as my eyes fixated on the 2 of them, one pinning the other up against the wall, lips ravaging.
Yamada broke free from Takaki’s grasp and pushed hard against the older boy’s chest, his arm lifted up, preparing to throw a punch at his face when he caught a glimpse of me standing there. His head turned towards me like an arrow, blood draining fast from his face.
“Yuto,” Yamada said, his voice hinting desperation, “it’s not what it seems.”
I knew that it was true, but it could not suppress the immense hurt rising up from within me. I stared back at him, not saying a thing.
Yamada took a step towards me, cautious but I knew he was waiting for me to invite him. His eyes were now fearful, the whites of it slowly turning red as pools of tears started collecting at its lids.
Takaki picked himself off the floor and stared at me, swaying from side to side.
Oh my God, I thought to myself, his drunk.
“Yuto,” Yamada’s voice brought me back to him, his wonderful face, I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, “he has been drinking.”
“I can see that,” I replied, sounding colder than I’ve ever been.
Yamada seemed to notice that as well, the hurt reflected in his eyes betrayed his feelings. But he gathered himself and said steadily, “He has been drinking because Chinen has been ignoring him this week.”
“Well he deserved it,” I said, wanting to hit Takaki, not only for kissing Yamada but for betraying Chinen, yet again.
Suddenly Takaki started to cry, tears streaming down his face. He slid down the side of the wall, grabbing his hair as he crouched over to bury his face behind his knees.
I turned to Takaki, my anger simmering down just a notch. Damn, I hate it when I start forgiving people so easily. I walked up to him till I was standing infront of him before kneeling down to face him.
Takaki looked up and blurted, “I’m sorry Yuto.”
For a moment he looked like a young school boy begging for forgiveness after being caught for doing something wrong and not the tall cool Takaki who would was the older brotherly figure just like Yabu was.
“Yamada was just trying to stop me from drinking, I didn’t know what came over me.”
I sighed, knowing full well that it was not Yamada’s fault even without Takaki saying it himself. But the hurt was still too great for me to bear.
Then I did something totally out of character. I slapped Takaki full on the face.
Takaki stared up at me, shocked, his hand covering the cheek that I dealt the blow on. Behind I could feel that Yamada had taken 2 steps towards us, I didn’t have to turn around to see the expression on his face, I knew what was written on it.
“That was for kissing Yamada,” I said sternly, then continued sofly, “and for hurting Chi.”
I stood up and offered a hand out to him. He accepted it. As he stood up, he took in a deep breath and let it out.
“Chi heart has been broken,” I said softly, remembering the many times I found him quietly tearing this week. From what we knew, he had cut off all contact with Takaki. But one thing I knew, even though Chinen was no longer the cute, naive boy he once was, his features were sharper now and he was growing up, that was his feelings for Takaki hasn’t changed.
“It was a one off thing,” Takaki replied, running his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t mean at all. I missed Chinen too much, and she was right there offering herself to me. I knew she liked me, she told me once in school already. And Chi’s been so busy with school and School Kakumei filming, I rarely see him anymore.”
I knew what that felt like, but at least I get to see Yamada in school every day.
“But imagine how Chinen feels,” Yamada’s voice suddenly came up from behind me, “walking into the 2 of you, with your hand up her shirt.”
“And he was not the only one who happened to be there,” I added on, remembering the sight well. It was after school, and Chinen, Yamada, Yuto and Daiki were together when they walked upon Takaki and the girl right there in the studio in the Jimusho.
Of all places, the Jimusho.
Takaki turned around and kicked the wall, “She sneaked into the Jimusho and came up to me at the studio. Then things just happened from there...”
He trailed off, not like I wanted to know why it happened. The point being that it happened.
“I’m so sorry Chi,” Takaki whispered audibly, not to the 2 of us but the one constantly plaguing his mind, leaning his forehead against the wall, “I really love you so much. I’ll do anything.”
“The first thing you can do is stop drinking,” a voice suddenly rang out, it was not from any 3 of us.
Our heads spun around, to see Chinen standing there. It was unimaginable, but he seemed like he aged a little. Colour seemed to have drained from his face and his eyes were puffy, probably from days of crying.
Takaki looked up, his eyes still wet with tears. Then he took a step towards Chinen, and then another.
Chinen stood rigid at his spot, his eyes not betraying him, they were cold and barren.
When Takaki got close enough, he reached out to touch Chinen, but the younger boy took a step back.
“Not yet,” he said quietly, I could see he was fighting back tears again, “not just yet.” Chinen bit his lower lip and stared down at the floor. Takaki clenched his outstretched hand and brought it to his side.
I couldn’t see Takaki’s face from where I was standing, I could only imagine.
“It’s okay,” he softly said, it was barely audible, “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait till you can fully forgive me. And I’m really so sorry.”
Chinen turned away, I knew he did not want us to see him cry again. He started to walk off, I would find him later on and let him cry on my shoulder just like the past one week.
“And Chi,” Takaki called out, clearly this time, “I love you.”
Chinen stopped in his track, it was probably the first time Takaki said those 3 words to him directly. He seemed to ponder whether or not to turn around, but he grabbed the strap of his sling bag tighter and continued on.
When he turned the corner and was out of sight, Takaki turned around and faced us with a sad smile.
“I’m such an idiot, aren’t I?” he said, staring at the floor.
“Glad you know,” said Yamada.
Takaki bowed deeply, I looked at him intently. “I’m really sorry,” he said to the 2 of us, “I don’t know what else more to say besides that. But I still hope you 2 would still consider me your friend, but even if you do not, I still do.”
Yamada was looking at me, I looked back at him and a certain understanding passed through us. We both have already forgiven him, but we won’t say it just yet. It was a lesson Takaki had to learn.
He straightened up and walked off.
I watched him leave, my head swirling from just what happened today. I thought of Chinen, hoping that he was okay.
Then I felt a pair of arms encircling my waist, the weight of Yamada’s head on my shoulder. He pulled me in tighter, so the full length of my back was in contact with the front of his. I place my hand on his, lightly brushing his knuckles.
Yamada buried his face into my neck, “I’m sorry Yuto,” he whispered, then I felt something wet slide down my neck. He was crying.
I turned around and he let go of me, his face looking downwards. I cupped his face with my hands and lifted it up so I can look at it. Brushing away a tear with my thumb, a small smile slowly formed on his face.
“Silly,” I said to him softly, kissing his forehead softly, “I’m the one who’s supposed to apologise.”
He looked up at me, confused.
I chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose, “I’m sorry for being angry at you even though I knew it was not your fault. And I’m sorry for sounding so cold just now.”
Yamada shook his head furiously, and I knew everything was fine between us.
I leaned down and closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. He responded by pulling the front of my jacket nearer to him.
As he backed me up against the wall, I pulled him up closer.
Just to be lost in this feeling, I would give up anything.
And just to be with me, I knew Yamada would too.
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The feeling of betrayal pulsed through my veins as my eyes fixated on the 2 of them, one pinning the other up against the wall, lips ravaging.
Yamada broke free from Takaki’s grasp and pushed hard against the older boy’s chest, his arm lifted up, preparing to throw a punch at his face when he caught a glimpse of me standing there. His head turned towards me like an arrow, blood draining fast from his face.
“Yuto,” Yamada said, his voice hinting desperation, “it’s not what it seems.”
I knew that it was true, but it could not suppress the immense hurt rising up from within me. I stared back at him, not saying a thing.
Yamada took a step towards me, cautious but I knew he was waiting for me to invite him. His eyes were now fearful, the whites of it slowly turning red as pools of tears started collecting at its lids.
Takaki picked himself off the floor and stared at me, swaying from side to side.
Oh my God, I thought to myself, his drunk.
“Yuto,” Yamada’s voice brought me back to him, his wonderful face, I couldn’t tear my eyes off him, “he has been drinking.”
“I can see that,” I replied, sounding colder than I’ve ever been.
Yamada seemed to notice that as well, the hurt reflected in his eyes betrayed his feelings. But he gathered himself and said steadily, “He has been drinking because Chinen has been ignoring him this week.”
“Well he deserved it,” I said, wanting to hit Takaki, not only for kissing Yamada but for betraying Chinen, yet again.
Suddenly Takaki started to cry, tears streaming down his face. He slid down the side of the wall, grabbing his hair as he crouched over to bury his face behind his knees.
I turned to Takaki, my anger simmering down just a notch. Damn, I hate it when I start forgiving people so easily. I walked up to him till I was standing infront of him before kneeling down to face him.
Takaki looked up and blurted, “I’m sorry Yuto.”
For a moment he looked like a young school boy begging for forgiveness after being caught for doing something wrong and not the tall cool Takaki who would was the older brotherly figure just like Yabu was.
“Yamada was just trying to stop me from drinking, I didn’t know what came over me.”
I sighed, knowing full well that it was not Yamada’s fault even without Takaki saying it himself. But the hurt was still too great for me to bear.
Then I did something totally out of character. I slapped Takaki full on the face.
Takaki stared up at me, shocked, his hand covering the cheek that I dealt the blow on. Behind I could feel that Yamada had taken 2 steps towards us, I didn’t have to turn around to see the expression on his face, I knew what was written on it.
“That was for kissing Yamada,” I said sternly, then continued sofly, “and for hurting Chi.”
I stood up and offered a hand out to him. He accepted it. As he stood up, he took in a deep breath and let it out.
“Chi heart has been broken,” I said softly, remembering the many times I found him quietly tearing this week. From what we knew, he had cut off all contact with Takaki. But one thing I knew, even though Chinen was no longer the cute, naive boy he once was, his features were sharper now and he was growing up, that was his feelings for Takaki hasn’t changed.
“It was a one off thing,” Takaki replied, running his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t mean at all. I missed Chinen too much, and she was right there offering herself to me. I knew she liked me, she told me once in school already. And Chi’s been so busy with school and School Kakumei filming, I rarely see him anymore.”
I knew what that felt like, but at least I get to see Yamada in school every day.
“But imagine how Chinen feels,” Yamada’s voice suddenly came up from behind me, “walking into the 2 of you, with your hand up her shirt.”
“And he was not the only one who happened to be there,” I added on, remembering the sight well. It was after school, and Chinen, Yamada, Yuto and Daiki were together when they walked upon Takaki and the girl right there in the studio in the Jimusho.
Of all places, the Jimusho.
Takaki turned around and kicked the wall, “She sneaked into the Jimusho and came up to me at the studio. Then things just happened from there...”
He trailed off, not like I wanted to know why it happened. The point being that it happened.
“I’m so sorry Chi,” Takaki whispered audibly, not to the 2 of us but the one constantly plaguing his mind, leaning his forehead against the wall, “I really love you so much. I’ll do anything.”
“The first thing you can do is stop drinking,” a voice suddenly rang out, it was not from any 3 of us.
Our heads spun around, to see Chinen standing there. It was unimaginable, but he seemed like he aged a little. Colour seemed to have drained from his face and his eyes were puffy, probably from days of crying.
Takaki looked up, his eyes still wet with tears. Then he took a step towards Chinen, and then another.
Chinen stood rigid at his spot, his eyes not betraying him, they were cold and barren.
When Takaki got close enough, he reached out to touch Chinen, but the younger boy took a step back.
“Not yet,” he said quietly, I could see he was fighting back tears again, “not just yet.” Chinen bit his lower lip and stared down at the floor. Takaki clenched his outstretched hand and brought it to his side.
I couldn’t see Takaki’s face from where I was standing, I could only imagine.
“It’s okay,” he softly said, it was barely audible, “I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait till you can fully forgive me. And I’m really so sorry.”
Chinen turned away, I knew he did not want us to see him cry again. He started to walk off, I would find him later on and let him cry on my shoulder just like the past one week.
“And Chi,” Takaki called out, clearly this time, “I love you.”
Chinen stopped in his track, it was probably the first time Takaki said those 3 words to him directly. He seemed to ponder whether or not to turn around, but he grabbed the strap of his sling bag tighter and continued on.
When he turned the corner and was out of sight, Takaki turned around and faced us with a sad smile.
“I’m such an idiot, aren’t I?” he said, staring at the floor.
“Glad you know,” said Yamada.
Takaki bowed deeply, I looked at him intently. “I’m really sorry,” he said to the 2 of us, “I don’t know what else more to say besides that. But I still hope you 2 would still consider me your friend, but even if you do not, I still do.”
Yamada was looking at me, I looked back at him and a certain understanding passed through us. We both have already forgiven him, but we won’t say it just yet. It was a lesson Takaki had to learn.
He straightened up and walked off.
I watched him leave, my head swirling from just what happened today. I thought of Chinen, hoping that he was okay.
Then I felt a pair of arms encircling my waist, the weight of Yamada’s head on my shoulder. He pulled me in tighter, so the full length of my back was in contact with the front of his. I place my hand on his, lightly brushing his knuckles.
Yamada buried his face into my neck, “I’m sorry Yuto,” he whispered, then I felt something wet slide down my neck. He was crying.
I turned around and he let go of me, his face looking downwards. I cupped his face with my hands and lifted it up so I can look at it. Brushing away a tear with my thumb, a small smile slowly formed on his face.
“Silly,” I said to him softly, kissing his forehead softly, “I’m the one who’s supposed to apologise.”
He looked up at me, confused.
I chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose, “I’m sorry for being angry at you even though I knew it was not your fault. And I’m sorry for sounding so cold just now.”
Yamada shook his head furiously, and I knew everything was fine between us.
I leaned down and closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. He responded by pulling the front of my jacket nearer to him.
As he backed me up against the wall, I pulled him up closer.
Just to be lost in this feeling, I would give up anything.
And just to be with me, I knew Yamada would too.
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