[Fic] Broken
Akame is just sad. I can't believe all the Jinda floating around right now. And I just read IP again. The result is this. And it's entirely depressing. :(
Title: Broken
Author: dark_spryte
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: Not mine! If I had them, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing fics instead of actually pairing them up.
Warning: Shounen-ai, UNBETA-ED
Summary: Some things just cannot be forced.
He once thought that fairytales were for girls.
In reality, fairytales never happened. It was the sort of thing you read in story books, where the heroine rides off with the hero into the setting sun. Only, there was to be no happy ending for him.
He was fading away.
Fading away because the one person he wanted to ride off into the sunset with, the one he so desperately wished to be in with this horribly embarrassing fairytale, spent everyday trying to pretend he did not exist. That every time their eyes connected, when he could look into those startlingly clear eyes and get so profoundly lost in them, He would break their contact, drawing his eyes away as though it pained him to even look at this pathetic being who couldn’t live without him.
And with each day that wore on he died just a bit more. The pain that cut him every time he read a magazine, or heard it with his own ears, the laughter that seemed to surround him, His laughter. Never once was he part of that laughter, always excluded. He had tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter, that he would rather focus on work. But in the end, he did. And he hated himself for not being strong enough to admit it. He wasn’t strong enough to bear this pain on his own. That deep, penetrating pain that seemed to slice cleanly through his heart each time He looked away.
He didn’t know when simply looking became painful, he didn’t know when he started to desire having his feelings returned, to look into those eyes, for once, and see the familiar light they used to contain；the light that said clearly, “I love to be with you.” He didn’t know when that stopped.
All he knew was that it did. And with that, everything else seemed meaningless. The surroundings just simply faded not non-existence. Like his very soul. It didn’t matter that he was wasting away what he had worked so hard for, this fame, this success, it didn’t even matter that he himself was fading. What did it matter? When the one true person he loved and cared for no longer cared for him? He’d lost the single most important thing in his life, and he didn’t think he was going to find it back.
They told him to eat, that he wouldn’t look good on stage if he was only skin and bones. And he tried to, really. But the food just didn’t stay down with all those amount of alcohol churning in his stomach. It hurt him to think that even a simple thing like this, he couldn’t do. He couldn’t even look good for Jin’s sake, so that Jin wouldn’t have to worry about how Kame’s haggard look was going to affect KAT-TUN’s popularity.
Somewhere deep inside, he knew he ought to tell someone that he really didn’t have the energy to do anything anymore. He should have mentioned how much it took out of him for every performance, how each time he smiled in front of the camera, his soul ebbed away. But the greater part of him held on, because of Jin.
For Jin, he would pretend that he was fine, that he could eat and sleep and laugh like a normal person. He would, until the very day that his body can finally take no more and collapse like a broken doll, onto the ground and into eternal slumber...
~Fin~
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated!
EDIT: You know what? I wrote this while I was on a roll. I just wrote whatecver came to my mind. And I realise that signifies the non-existence of grammer rules whatsoever. *grimaces* Apparently, my brain is just tired in messed up. So do 'cuse the horrible phrasing. I'm too lazy to edit it.
Title: Broken
Author: dark_spryte
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: Not mine! If I had them, I wouldn't be wasting my time writing fics instead of actually pairing them up.
Warning: Shounen-ai, UNBETA-ED
Summary: Some things just cannot be forced.
He once thought that fairytales were for girls.
In reality, fairytales never happened. It was the sort of thing you read in story books, where the heroine rides off with the hero into the setting sun. Only, there was to be no happy ending for him.
He was fading away.
Fading away because the one person he wanted to ride off into the sunset with, the one he so desperately wished to be in with this horribly embarrassing fairytale, spent everyday trying to pretend he did not exist. That every time their eyes connected, when he could look into those startlingly clear eyes and get so profoundly lost in them, He would break their contact, drawing his eyes away as though it pained him to even look at this pathetic being who couldn’t live without him.
And with each day that wore on he died just a bit more. The pain that cut him every time he read a magazine, or heard it with his own ears, the laughter that seemed to surround him, His laughter. Never once was he part of that laughter, always excluded. He had tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter, that he would rather focus on work. But in the end, he did. And he hated himself for not being strong enough to admit it. He wasn’t strong enough to bear this pain on his own. That deep, penetrating pain that seemed to slice cleanly through his heart each time He looked away.
He didn’t know when simply looking became painful, he didn’t know when he started to desire having his feelings returned, to look into those eyes, for once, and see the familiar light they used to contain；the light that said clearly, “I love to be with you.” He didn’t know when that stopped.
All he knew was that it did. And with that, everything else seemed meaningless. The surroundings just simply faded not non-existence. Like his very soul. It didn’t matter that he was wasting away what he had worked so hard for, this fame, this success, it didn’t even matter that he himself was fading. What did it matter? When the one true person he loved and cared for no longer cared for him? He’d lost the single most important thing in his life, and he didn’t think he was going to find it back.
They told him to eat, that he wouldn’t look good on stage if he was only skin and bones. And he tried to, really. But the food just didn’t stay down with all those amount of alcohol churning in his stomach. It hurt him to think that even a simple thing like this, he couldn’t do. He couldn’t even look good for Jin’s sake, so that Jin wouldn’t have to worry about how Kame’s haggard look was going to affect KAT-TUN’s popularity.
Somewhere deep inside, he knew he ought to tell someone that he really didn’t have the energy to do anything anymore. He should have mentioned how much it took out of him for every performance, how each time he smiled in front of the camera, his soul ebbed away. But the greater part of him held on, because of Jin.
For Jin, he would pretend that he was fine, that he could eat and sleep and laugh like a normal person. He would, until the very day that his body can finally take no more and collapse like a broken doll, onto the ground and into eternal slumber...
~Fin~
Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated!
EDIT: You know what? I wrote this while I was on a roll. I just wrote whatecver came to my mind. And I realise that signifies the non-existence of grammer rules whatsoever. *grimaces* Apparently, my brain is just tired in messed up. So do 'cuse the horrible phrasing. I'm too lazy to edit it.