The Only Path Left
Title: The Only Path Left (Oneshot)
Pairing: Kameda, Ryoda
Summary: Can't think of one at the moment, but this is definitely angsty.
The Only Path Left
He looked at the face in the mirror. He hardly recognized the man standing there with blood shot eyes, messy hair and a week's stubble on his face. He reached for the shaving cream and squirted some on his hands before sloppily putting it on his face. Shaky hands reached for the razor. He held the object in his hand about to bring it to his face before stopping in his tracks. His thoughts went back to a few days or weeks or months, he wasn't really sure, before.
There was a man with copper. The man he had been obsessed with for so many years, his beautiful bandmate, Ueda Tatsuya. Just thinking the man's name brought a smile to his face. Kamenashi Kazuya had been in love with the man for many years. He knew their relationship was platonic and the older man would always think of him as only a friend, so he wouldn't bother Tatsuya with his one-sided feeling and just be there for him. Everything was going good for them. They were friends and co-workers. He was able to constantly be by the elder's side and see the dazzling smile that filled his entire body with warmth. Those were the days, filled with happiness and sunshine. It seemed his life was an enless meadow soaking in the afternoon sun. But, it turned out that the meadow wasn't endless. Instead, it ended in a sharp cliff into a black abyss.
He came to work thinking it would be a day just like any other, but he soon stood there in shock as his love stood there in the arms of another. He watched him smile at the man he hated in their younger years, the man who mocked him all those years. He watched his angel, his happiness kiss the vile man, and he felt sick to his stomach. Without saying anything, lost in a thick haze, he stumbled to the bathroom and emptied his stomach. He sat there for a moment to regain some strength in his legs, but it was only a moment before he got back up and left the building. He couldn't stay there any longer thinking about that man's disgusting lips on his Tatsuya. So, he left and ran home, leaving his car in the parking lot.He staying in his apartment for weeks, never going out, never answering the phone or the door, not talking to anyone, just lost in his own body.
He looked away from the stranger in the mirror to his clenched fist and the veins in his wrist.
A few weeks ago, his life had been nearly perfect. He had a path to follow. A path that seemed lined with beautifully ever-in-bloom sakura trees. He had a great job that he loved, and the man he loved was by his side. Now, that perfect man was with the vile Nishikido Ryo, just thinking the name sent shivers down his spine. He had probably gotten fired already seeing as he hadn't been to work in quite some time. And the only path that seemed left to him were the ones sending blood through his body.
He looked at the razor in his shaking hand and slowly brought it to his wrist. He dropped the razor to the ground as the blood started creating paths down his arm to the floor. He just stood there watching the blood flow until his legs could no
longer hold him up, and he crashed to the floor.
As his vision began to dim, his mind lend him to that sun-warmed meadow with the beautiful copper-haired man in his arms.
A/N: So, I got this idea from Dress Rehearsal Rag by Leonard Cohen. I've found listening to Leonard Cohen makes me want to write, but it makes me write really depressing things, since the songs are all really depressing. Anyways, hope you liked it. Sorry if it's kind of horrible. Thanks for reading/commenting!
Pairing: Kameda, Ryoda
Summary: Can't think of one at the moment, but this is definitely angsty.
The Only Path Left
He looked at the face in the mirror. He hardly recognized the man standing there with blood shot eyes, messy hair and a week's stubble on his face. He reached for the shaving cream and squirted some on his hands before sloppily putting it on his face. Shaky hands reached for the razor. He held the object in his hand about to bring it to his face before stopping in his tracks. His thoughts went back to a few days or weeks or months, he wasn't really sure, before.
There was a man with copper. The man he had been obsessed with for so many years, his beautiful bandmate, Ueda Tatsuya. Just thinking the man's name brought a smile to his face. Kamenashi Kazuya had been in love with the man for many years. He knew their relationship was platonic and the older man would always think of him as only a friend, so he wouldn't bother Tatsuya with his one-sided feeling and just be there for him. Everything was going good for them. They were friends and co-workers. He was able to constantly be by the elder's side and see the dazzling smile that filled his entire body with warmth. Those were the days, filled with happiness and sunshine. It seemed his life was an enless meadow soaking in the afternoon sun. But, it turned out that the meadow wasn't endless. Instead, it ended in a sharp cliff into a black abyss.
He came to work thinking it would be a day just like any other, but he soon stood there in shock as his love stood there in the arms of another. He watched him smile at the man he hated in their younger years, the man who mocked him all those years. He watched his angel, his happiness kiss the vile man, and he felt sick to his stomach. Without saying anything, lost in a thick haze, he stumbled to the bathroom and emptied his stomach. He sat there for a moment to regain some strength in his legs, but it was only a moment before he got back up and left the building. He couldn't stay there any longer thinking about that man's disgusting lips on his Tatsuya. So, he left and ran home, leaving his car in the parking lot.He staying in his apartment for weeks, never going out, never answering the phone or the door, not talking to anyone, just lost in his own body.
He looked away from the stranger in the mirror to his clenched fist and the veins in his wrist.
A few weeks ago, his life had been nearly perfect. He had a path to follow. A path that seemed lined with beautifully ever-in-bloom sakura trees. He had a great job that he loved, and the man he loved was by his side. Now, that perfect man was with the vile Nishikido Ryo, just thinking the name sent shivers down his spine. He had probably gotten fired already seeing as he hadn't been to work in quite some time. And the only path that seemed left to him were the ones sending blood through his body.
He looked at the razor in his shaking hand and slowly brought it to his wrist. He dropped the razor to the ground as the blood started creating paths down his arm to the floor. He just stood there watching the blood flow until his legs could no
longer hold him up, and he crashed to the floor.
As his vision began to dim, his mind lend him to that sun-warmed meadow with the beautiful copper-haired man in his arms.
A/N: So, I got this idea from Dress Rehearsal Rag by Leonard Cohen. I've found listening to Leonard Cohen makes me want to write, but it makes me write really depressing things, since the songs are all really depressing. Anyways, hope you liked it. Sorry if it's kind of horrible. Thanks for reading/commenting!