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Title: Dirty little secret
Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Rating: Pg
Summary: Sho dug up a secret, many years ago. One day, he meets the man who buried it, and he has to let everything out. AU
A/n: Not a happy fic, this. Its rather morbid-ish too, so please don’t read if you’re squeamish about death and stuff. Written for nicefinalbeam ’s fiction quest. The song in question is by Nine inch nails; “hurt”
the melody lingers on
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST
1.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
One day, Sho digs up a secret, a secret that insists on haunting him, determined to whisper and reveal itself to him. He tries to hide, blocking his ears, refusing to listen. He shuts himself in his room, blocks up the cracks in the window and under the doors. But the secret follows him, each moment threatening to tell all. Sho stuffs earplugs snug in his ears, pulls a hat over it and ignores everyone. He bottles the secret up inside a bottle and seals it shut.
When running becomes too much for him, Sho tries to hide it; push it away to the inner corners of his mind, so he can pretend it never happened. But it doesn’t leave; it bites him, a steady nagging throb at the back of his head. But he can’t tell; it’s a secret, and he knows the consequences (he’s played them in his mind, over and over till it hurts so bad that he doesn’t feel a thing)
One day, Sho meets someone who forces what little he’s succeeded in hiding to push its way out all over again.
2.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings,
now I'll count this curse.
Sho had never wanted to be a police officer; he’d wanted to be a banker, but No, his father had said, he was expected to continue the family tradition (one that would die along with him, seeing that he wasn’t about to marry anytime soon, and even then, he wouldn’t be marrying a female anyway). Sho had never wanted to agree to take his partner’s place for that investigation, never asked to find the truth about how the girl died, never asked to be the one who had to choose between doing the right thing, and staying out of trouble.
But it found him anyway, wrapping around him tightly like a snake wraps around its prey. Squeezing all the breath out of him, but keeping him alive enough to feel it, alive enough to remember that he’d let a murderer go free. And even years and years afterwards, when he’s risen higher up in the ranks, that thought eats him up inside, tearing at him for his self preservation.
He had never expected to see that face anywhere else, other than in the dreams the plagued his nights. He certainly never excepted the face to smile, or even be capable of such an action , but it does. Aiba Masaki smiles at him, brighter than the sun, as though he’s never had a care in the world.
Sho feels a surge or anger, rising through him; he hasn’t smiled in over a decade, too wrought with worries and fears and insecurities to even consider such an absurd indulgence. Yet here is the man who had caused it all, the man who had formed the secret, dug a hole in the ground beside a dead girl’s body and hid it there for Sho to find and for Sho to keep. That man is standing in front of him, hand stretched and eyes twinkling.
The man doesn’t stop smiling. The little creases at the sides of his eyes move when he speaks. His voice is cheery too, light and slightly squeaky.
Aiba Masaki smiles at him; and Sakurai Sho smiles back.
3.
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile
is if you cut me ear to ear.
Sir? The man just stares, a half smile on his face and a flurry of emotions dancing across his eyes. Aiba purses his lips, the smile leaving for a second as he touches the man’s shoulder. Are you ok?
This jolts the man back into consciousness; he gives a start and pulls out his wallet, tugging out a bill and sliding it over the counter before grabbing his bag of things and leaving, way too fast.
Aiba shrugs, but the man lingers at the back of his mind for the rest of the day. It’s almost as if there was something that the man had wanted to say, something that he knew about Aiba that he wanted to scream out. But the man had also been afraid; Aiba saw the trembling fingers the slightest quiver of the lips that he tried to hide. He saw the small glance back, through the glass of the door before the man entered the car and drove away. It makes him uncomfortable, for reasons that he can’t understand.
Aiba locks up slowly and trudges down the steps, forget about it, he tells himself. Forget about it and smile. It’s a mantra; one he repeats every morning in front of the mirror before brushing his teeth, or when he’s leaving for work, or when there are things that just aren’t worth remembering.
And it works, Aiba forgets, smiles, laughs, until everything is so numb that he can’t even feel the pain gnawing at his heart anymore.
4.
I see the vultures,
they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips,
as all the shame spills out of me.
Sho goes back. He stays away for a week, forces himself not to even think about going back. He struggles with himself, tells himself that there isn’t a point, it would just mess up the status quo that he has established over the years, at work and in his heart. But he goes back anyway.
Aiba Masaki is there, humming to himself, a smile still fixed on his face. Sho stands outside the shop and watches Aiba, wondering why Aiba is smiling when there is no one to smile at, nothing to smile for. Then he watches the way Aiba’s eyes are sad. They’re just there, and one might mistake the twinkle for happiness, or friendly amusement. But no, Sho realises, Aiba Masaki has sad, sad eyes.
Sho stands outside the shop for twenty minutes, watching Aiba and struggling to understand the motions running through him, too fast for him to even explore.
For years, all he has felt is hate, a dark, burning resentful hate at the man who has made him live in guilt. Ten years, he thinks, ten years of gaining so much and hating himself for enjoying it. And it’s all the fault of Aiba Masaki. But now, as he watches the murderer smile with sad eyes, Sho doesn’t know what he feels anymore.
Twenty-one minutes after standing outside, Sho leaves; there is nothing for him inside there.
5.
We all carry these things inside
that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
In this world, there are good people, and there are bad people. Aiba is a good person. He smiles at stray animals, helps old ladies across the road. He plays ball with the little kids near his house. He chats with the housewives at his local grocery store and volunteers to help his neighbours watch their houses when they’re away on holiday. Aiba is a good person.
But Aiba, deep down inside, knows that he is also a very, very bad person, no matter how much good he does. Smiling doesn’t erase the fact that one night, as a young, hot-headed, blinded boy, he’d killed someone, someone who he’d loved more than anything. Tossing a ball to a little girl doesn’t change the memory of the screams, the blood and the tears. It doesn’t help him to completely push away the picture of her eyes, large and clear and painfully questioning why, Masaki, why?
And most of all, nothing changes the fact that he hasn’t paid for what he’s done. Aiba knows that he had run, covered it up and escaped. Ten years, and he’s still free. But his freedom has a price. And the price is heavy. This price costs him his nights; every one, sleepless and filled with images, flashes from the past. This price costs him his mind; he fills it up and closes it off, locks it up till it’s not there if he just doesn’t think about anything other than living each second for itself.
The man is back. Aiba watches the man as the man watches him. This time, his emotions are carefully schooled in a mask that hides all traces of confusion. Emotions can be kept off a face, but they can’t leave the eyes. Aiba knows this all too well. Hours in front of a mirror practicing cannot let him smile and let it show in his eyes as well.
The man stands outside for twenty minutes, pretending to read a magazine that’s upside down. Aiba waits for him to come in, perhaps ask Aiba the questions that he wants to ask, or maybe to yell at Aiba, beat him up. Aiba doesn’t know which one sounds worse. But the man leaves, something like a sad, sad smile on his face.
Aiba touches his lips, as they quirk under his fingers and watches the man’s car speed out onto the main road. The man will bring change, he realises, but this isn’t the place, or the time.
6.
I look up to the sky,
there may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him,
why would he believe in me?
I am Sakurai Sho, can I buy you a coffee? It sounds weak, even to himself. Sho watches as Aiba smiles widely and nods in acceptance, sounds great, he answers. There is no question in his voice, and Sho wonders at that; how can Aiba Masaki be so calm, so trusting, so free?
Aiba chooses an iced coffee with whipped cream and chocolate. Opposite him, Sho sips at his strong black coffee, no milk, no sugar. It tastes like crap; a reminder of what he is, a punishment, a flimsy attempt at making up for what he’s done. Aiba’s voice is sweet, almost as sweet as the whipped cream that gets stuck on his upper lip and the way he giggles as he looks at his reflection in his spoon. Sho knows he should hate it, but he doesn’t.
Aiba is smiling, despite everything, and Sho wants to learn how.
7.
I’m a police officer, Sho says, and pauses to gauge Aiba’s reaction. Aiba nods vaguely, smile still fixed in place.
Ten years ago, I helped my partner check out a case because he was too drunk to do anything but sleep. I found a girl lying on a patch of grass with blood over all her, all alone in a park. She was right between two swings. And they were both swinging. I spent the next few weeks trying to find who killed her. I dug up her data, searched around her friends, investigated because I thought I knew what justice was.
Aiba is still smiling
And then after all that, I narrowed everything down to one boy. It could only have been him. When I reported this to my superior, he told me to burn my investigations, because it wouldn’t do me any good. And when I searched, do you know what I found? Sho looks at Aiba squarely.
I found that this boy was the son of someone the police force cannot afford to offend. So they let it go. They made me let it go. I could have chosen otherwise, you know. I cold have reported it to the media, or confronted the boy directly, but I didn’t. I went home that night and burned every single piece of paper I had about that case. Every single thing but the file with the boy’s name on it.
A month later I was promoted. I thanked my superior with a smile and let him take me out for dinner. And then the next day I went into my new office and sat in the chair. I slept with my pretty new kouhai and I enjoyed backdoor privileges. And you know what? I hated myself more and more each day. But I sold my soul, because I stumbled on the ugly side of justice, because I found a secret that I never wanted to find.
And I hated you too, Aiba Masaki. I have your file in my sock drawer with the socks my grandmother knitted me twenty years ago. Sometimes, I tried to imagine what sort of person you are, and I never could. And now, I’ve met you, and you won’t stop smiling. And I can’t decide if you’re a sick bastard or just plain insane.
Aiba’s eyes follow Sho as he picks up his coffee with a shaking hand and takes a big gulp, ignoring the way it burns his tongue. Sho looks up, Aiba smiles.
I think I’m pretty sick, Aiba says, when Sho puts his cup down and opens his mouth to speak again.
I killed the only person I’ve ever loved. I stabbed her when we were on our last date together. We were swinging, she was laughing and the wind was messing up her hair. Her eyes were sparkling and she told me that I was her favourite person in the whole world. Aiba looks at Sho, and Sho finally sees just how sad Aiba is.
Aiba’s eyes look as though they carry all the grief in the world, all the weariness that doesn’t show on his face sent to his eyes instead, weighing him down. It’s pain, regret, anger, weariness that Sho sees in Aiba’s eyes, begging to be released. Aiba smiles, it’s beautiful; in a cold, detached way.
I ran, Sho, because I wanted to. I was afraid of getting caught, afraid of losing thing, afraid that my perfect life in my perfect world would be shattered. I ran because I was young and scared and confused. I didn’t pay for what I did, Sho, and I’ve been more aware of it than anyone else.
I still can see her eyes now, you know, even right now, if I close my eyes, she’s there. Sometimes she’s dying, reaching out her hand. I smile because it takes away everything else. Aiba’s smile grows wider, till it seems to be pulling his face apart. I smile because she used to love my smile. She once told me that when I smiled, everything faded away and she forgot all her worries. So I smile and pretend things are ok, that nothing ever happened.
It hurts to smile, you know, perhaps hating yourself is the same. Aiba takes a slurp from his iced coffee and runs his tongue over his lips.
8.
It’s late by the time they leave the cafe. Sho looks at Aiba. Do you think there is a way to make it better?
Aiba shakes his head. I knew you’d bring change, he says, smiling, it’s all come back now, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of anything. Sho realises that his smile is, perhaps, a little dimmer than before and his eyes hold something other than just sadness.
Goodbye, says Sho.
Goodbye, says Aiba.
Aiba Masaki the murderer smiles at Sakurai Sho the corrupt Police commissioner. And Sakurai Sho smiles back. Let the dead bury the dead, whispers Sho, and it’s the last thing he ever whispers.
9.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
It’s a week later that the newspapers carry the news of Tokyo’s youngest and most promising Police commissioner’s suicide in his room. A search of his room turned up an old yellow file on Aiba Masaki. A search is sent out for Aiba Masaki.
When they find Aiba Masaki, they will find him on his bed, smile on his face and hands on his heart. His eyes will not be sad, because he’s no longer bound by his guilt. They will find a picture of a beautiful girl on his bedside table, together with an empty bottle of pills.
Some secrets will never be found out, so hidden are they under fronts that people create. Aiba buried a secret, Sho dug it up. A cruel twist of fate, a girl’s shriek.
Life.
Fin.
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....ok
This was not supposed to turn out like this in my head.
I know it’s OC and very confusing and disjointed, but the lyrics were stuck in my head. TO be perfectly honest, I haven’t even heard the song, but I’ve read the lyrics several times in several different places and they stuck. So this is the product. I’ve totally been rather selective with the lyrics too; the whole song wouldn’t exactly fit in with how this piece turned out.
I'm not really sure what I'm trying to show, really. Just know that I don't subscribe to stabbing females, kay.
I will be trying out song inspired drabbles with happy endings after this, to negate the killing. Yay.
Concrit would be very much appreciated~
Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Rating: Pg
Summary: Sho dug up a secret, many years ago. One day, he meets the man who buried it, and he has to let everything out. AU
A/n: Not a happy fic, this. Its rather morbid-ish too, so please don’t read if you’re squeamish about death and stuff. Written for nicefinalbeam ’s fiction quest. The song in question is by Nine inch nails; “hurt”
the melody lingers on
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST
1.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
One day, Sho digs up a secret, a secret that insists on haunting him, determined to whisper and reveal itself to him. He tries to hide, blocking his ears, refusing to listen. He shuts himself in his room, blocks up the cracks in the window and under the doors. But the secret follows him, each moment threatening to tell all. Sho stuffs earplugs snug in his ears, pulls a hat over it and ignores everyone. He bottles the secret up inside a bottle and seals it shut.
When running becomes too much for him, Sho tries to hide it; push it away to the inner corners of his mind, so he can pretend it never happened. But it doesn’t leave; it bites him, a steady nagging throb at the back of his head. But he can’t tell; it’s a secret, and he knows the consequences (he’s played them in his mind, over and over till it hurts so bad that he doesn’t feel a thing)
One day, Sho meets someone who forces what little he’s succeeded in hiding to push its way out all over again.
2.
This disease is getting worse.
I counted my blessings,
now I'll count this curse.
Sho had never wanted to be a police officer; he’d wanted to be a banker, but No, his father had said, he was expected to continue the family tradition (one that would die along with him, seeing that he wasn’t about to marry anytime soon, and even then, he wouldn’t be marrying a female anyway). Sho had never wanted to agree to take his partner’s place for that investigation, never asked to find the truth about how the girl died, never asked to be the one who had to choose between doing the right thing, and staying out of trouble.
But it found him anyway, wrapping around him tightly like a snake wraps around its prey. Squeezing all the breath out of him, but keeping him alive enough to feel it, alive enough to remember that he’d let a murderer go free. And even years and years afterwards, when he’s risen higher up in the ranks, that thought eats him up inside, tearing at him for his self preservation.
He had never expected to see that face anywhere else, other than in the dreams the plagued his nights. He certainly never excepted the face to smile, or even be capable of such an action , but it does. Aiba Masaki smiles at him, brighter than the sun, as though he’s never had a care in the world.
Sho feels a surge or anger, rising through him; he hasn’t smiled in over a decade, too wrought with worries and fears and insecurities to even consider such an absurd indulgence. Yet here is the man who had caused it all, the man who had formed the secret, dug a hole in the ground beside a dead girl’s body and hid it there for Sho to find and for Sho to keep. That man is standing in front of him, hand stretched and eyes twinkling.
The man doesn’t stop smiling. The little creases at the sides of his eyes move when he speaks. His voice is cheery too, light and slightly squeaky.
Aiba Masaki smiles at him; and Sakurai Sho smiles back.
3.
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile
is if you cut me ear to ear.
Sir? The man just stares, a half smile on his face and a flurry of emotions dancing across his eyes. Aiba purses his lips, the smile leaving for a second as he touches the man’s shoulder. Are you ok?
This jolts the man back into consciousness; he gives a start and pulls out his wallet, tugging out a bill and sliding it over the counter before grabbing his bag of things and leaving, way too fast.
Aiba shrugs, but the man lingers at the back of his mind for the rest of the day. It’s almost as if there was something that the man had wanted to say, something that he knew about Aiba that he wanted to scream out. But the man had also been afraid; Aiba saw the trembling fingers the slightest quiver of the lips that he tried to hide. He saw the small glance back, through the glass of the door before the man entered the car and drove away. It makes him uncomfortable, for reasons that he can’t understand.
Aiba locks up slowly and trudges down the steps, forget about it, he tells himself. Forget about it and smile. It’s a mantra; one he repeats every morning in front of the mirror before brushing his teeth, or when he’s leaving for work, or when there are things that just aren’t worth remembering.
And it works, Aiba forgets, smiles, laughs, until everything is so numb that he can’t even feel the pain gnawing at his heart anymore.
4.
I see the vultures,
they watch me bleed.
They lick their lips,
as all the shame spills out of me.
Sho goes back. He stays away for a week, forces himself not to even think about going back. He struggles with himself, tells himself that there isn’t a point, it would just mess up the status quo that he has established over the years, at work and in his heart. But he goes back anyway.
Aiba Masaki is there, humming to himself, a smile still fixed on his face. Sho stands outside the shop and watches Aiba, wondering why Aiba is smiling when there is no one to smile at, nothing to smile for. Then he watches the way Aiba’s eyes are sad. They’re just there, and one might mistake the twinkle for happiness, or friendly amusement. But no, Sho realises, Aiba Masaki has sad, sad eyes.
Sho stands outside the shop for twenty minutes, watching Aiba and struggling to understand the motions running through him, too fast for him to even explore.
For years, all he has felt is hate, a dark, burning resentful hate at the man who has made him live in guilt. Ten years, he thinks, ten years of gaining so much and hating himself for enjoying it. And it’s all the fault of Aiba Masaki. But now, as he watches the murderer smile with sad eyes, Sho doesn’t know what he feels anymore.
Twenty-one minutes after standing outside, Sho leaves; there is nothing for him inside there.
5.
We all carry these things inside
that no one else can see.
They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea.
In this world, there are good people, and there are bad people. Aiba is a good person. He smiles at stray animals, helps old ladies across the road. He plays ball with the little kids near his house. He chats with the housewives at his local grocery store and volunteers to help his neighbours watch their houses when they’re away on holiday. Aiba is a good person.
But Aiba, deep down inside, knows that he is also a very, very bad person, no matter how much good he does. Smiling doesn’t erase the fact that one night, as a young, hot-headed, blinded boy, he’d killed someone, someone who he’d loved more than anything. Tossing a ball to a little girl doesn’t change the memory of the screams, the blood and the tears. It doesn’t help him to completely push away the picture of her eyes, large and clear and painfully questioning why, Masaki, why?
And most of all, nothing changes the fact that he hasn’t paid for what he’s done. Aiba knows that he had run, covered it up and escaped. Ten years, and he’s still free. But his freedom has a price. And the price is heavy. This price costs him his nights; every one, sleepless and filled with images, flashes from the past. This price costs him his mind; he fills it up and closes it off, locks it up till it’s not there if he just doesn’t think about anything other than living each second for itself.
The man is back. Aiba watches the man as the man watches him. This time, his emotions are carefully schooled in a mask that hides all traces of confusion. Emotions can be kept off a face, but they can’t leave the eyes. Aiba knows this all too well. Hours in front of a mirror practicing cannot let him smile and let it show in his eyes as well.
The man stands outside for twenty minutes, pretending to read a magazine that’s upside down. Aiba waits for him to come in, perhaps ask Aiba the questions that he wants to ask, or maybe to yell at Aiba, beat him up. Aiba doesn’t know which one sounds worse. But the man leaves, something like a sad, sad smile on his face.
Aiba touches his lips, as they quirk under his fingers and watches the man’s car speed out onto the main road. The man will bring change, he realises, but this isn’t the place, or the time.
6.
I look up to the sky,
there may be nothing there to see.
But if I don't believe in him,
why would he believe in me?
I am Sakurai Sho, can I buy you a coffee? It sounds weak, even to himself. Sho watches as Aiba smiles widely and nods in acceptance, sounds great, he answers. There is no question in his voice, and Sho wonders at that; how can Aiba Masaki be so calm, so trusting, so free?
Aiba chooses an iced coffee with whipped cream and chocolate. Opposite him, Sho sips at his strong black coffee, no milk, no sugar. It tastes like crap; a reminder of what he is, a punishment, a flimsy attempt at making up for what he’s done. Aiba’s voice is sweet, almost as sweet as the whipped cream that gets stuck on his upper lip and the way he giggles as he looks at his reflection in his spoon. Sho knows he should hate it, but he doesn’t.
Aiba is smiling, despite everything, and Sho wants to learn how.
7.
I’m a police officer, Sho says, and pauses to gauge Aiba’s reaction. Aiba nods vaguely, smile still fixed in place.
Ten years ago, I helped my partner check out a case because he was too drunk to do anything but sleep. I found a girl lying on a patch of grass with blood over all her, all alone in a park. She was right between two swings. And they were both swinging. I spent the next few weeks trying to find who killed her. I dug up her data, searched around her friends, investigated because I thought I knew what justice was.
Aiba is still smiling
And then after all that, I narrowed everything down to one boy. It could only have been him. When I reported this to my superior, he told me to burn my investigations, because it wouldn’t do me any good. And when I searched, do you know what I found? Sho looks at Aiba squarely.
I found that this boy was the son of someone the police force cannot afford to offend. So they let it go. They made me let it go. I could have chosen otherwise, you know. I cold have reported it to the media, or confronted the boy directly, but I didn’t. I went home that night and burned every single piece of paper I had about that case. Every single thing but the file with the boy’s name on it.
A month later I was promoted. I thanked my superior with a smile and let him take me out for dinner. And then the next day I went into my new office and sat in the chair. I slept with my pretty new kouhai and I enjoyed backdoor privileges. And you know what? I hated myself more and more each day. But I sold my soul, because I stumbled on the ugly side of justice, because I found a secret that I never wanted to find.
And I hated you too, Aiba Masaki. I have your file in my sock drawer with the socks my grandmother knitted me twenty years ago. Sometimes, I tried to imagine what sort of person you are, and I never could. And now, I’ve met you, and you won’t stop smiling. And I can’t decide if you’re a sick bastard or just plain insane.
Aiba’s eyes follow Sho as he picks up his coffee with a shaking hand and takes a big gulp, ignoring the way it burns his tongue. Sho looks up, Aiba smiles.
I think I’m pretty sick, Aiba says, when Sho puts his cup down and opens his mouth to speak again.
I killed the only person I’ve ever loved. I stabbed her when we were on our last date together. We were swinging, she was laughing and the wind was messing up her hair. Her eyes were sparkling and she told me that I was her favourite person in the whole world. Aiba looks at Sho, and Sho finally sees just how sad Aiba is.
Aiba’s eyes look as though they carry all the grief in the world, all the weariness that doesn’t show on his face sent to his eyes instead, weighing him down. It’s pain, regret, anger, weariness that Sho sees in Aiba’s eyes, begging to be released. Aiba smiles, it’s beautiful; in a cold, detached way.
I ran, Sho, because I wanted to. I was afraid of getting caught, afraid of losing thing, afraid that my perfect life in my perfect world would be shattered. I ran because I was young and scared and confused. I didn’t pay for what I did, Sho, and I’ve been more aware of it than anyone else.
I still can see her eyes now, you know, even right now, if I close my eyes, she’s there. Sometimes she’s dying, reaching out her hand. I smile because it takes away everything else. Aiba’s smile grows wider, till it seems to be pulling his face apart. I smile because she used to love my smile. She once told me that when I smiled, everything faded away and she forgot all her worries. So I smile and pretend things are ok, that nothing ever happened.
It hurts to smile, you know, perhaps hating yourself is the same. Aiba takes a slurp from his iced coffee and runs his tongue over his lips.
8.
It’s late by the time they leave the cafe. Sho looks at Aiba. Do you think there is a way to make it better?
Aiba shakes his head. I knew you’d bring change, he says, smiling, it’s all come back now, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of anything. Sho realises that his smile is, perhaps, a little dimmer than before and his eyes hold something other than just sadness.
Goodbye, says Sho.
Goodbye, says Aiba.
Aiba Masaki the murderer smiles at Sakurai Sho the corrupt Police commissioner. And Sakurai Sho smiles back. Let the dead bury the dead, whispers Sho, and it’s the last thing he ever whispers.
9.
I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
it's on the back of my lungs.
And I'm gonna keep it.
I know something you don't know.
It’s a week later that the newspapers carry the news of Tokyo’s youngest and most promising Police commissioner’s suicide in his room. A search of his room turned up an old yellow file on Aiba Masaki. A search is sent out for Aiba Masaki.
When they find Aiba Masaki, they will find him on his bed, smile on his face and hands on his heart. His eyes will not be sad, because he’s no longer bound by his guilt. They will find a picture of a beautiful girl on his bedside table, together with an empty bottle of pills.
Some secrets will never be found out, so hidden are they under fronts that people create. Aiba buried a secret, Sho dug it up. A cruel twist of fate, a girl’s shriek.
Life.
Fin.
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....ok
This was not supposed to turn out like this in my head.
I know it’s OC and very confusing and disjointed, but the lyrics were stuck in my head. TO be perfectly honest, I haven’t even heard the song, but I’ve read the lyrics several times in several different places and they stuck. So this is the product. I’ve totally been rather selective with the lyrics too; the whole song wouldn’t exactly fit in with how this piece turned out.
I'm not really sure what I'm trying to show, really. Just know that I don't subscribe to stabbing females, kay.
I will be trying out song inspired drabbles with happy endings after this, to negate the killing. Yay.
Concrit would be very much appreciated~