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Rating: PG
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (mentioned)
Words: 997
Summary: Muse world.
Author's note: First and last 1000 world drabble. It's harder than you think D>
The older man sitting on the floor with his right leg curled to his chest and chin resting on his knee as eyes lazily stared at the screen not saying a word and not a word spoken as he sent the last message. Minutes passed and he received no response. That was it then. That quick and not a single protest from the blonde on the receiving end of his text. Fingers snapped the red phone shut and carefully placing the device on the table beside the small plastic bag that seemed to taunt him after so many years.
‘Don’t do anything stupid.’
Hakuei’s email still in his mind as he wrapped his arm around his leg staring at the substance before growing irritated with himself and reaching for his cigarettes that sat beside the bag of temptation. Thumb pressing the carton box lid open and pulling the single cylinder stick out as he moved to place the cigarette between his lips and snatching the lighter off from top of his cigarette box and pressing his thumb down against the thumb wheel as the flame shot up from its holding place and the dark filter quickly turned red as cheeks hollowed as he inhaled the nicotine.
Eyes closing as he inhaled and thumb rubbing between his eyes brows as shoulders slowly began to relax once he exhaled the translucent smoke past his lips. Fingers curled around the cigarette and moved the cigarette away from his lips as he single handedly opened the small plastic bag and spread the white powder on the glass coffee table in front of him. The cylinder stick rested between index and middle finger as he straightened the powder into one long line that seemed to challenge him.
Eleven years he h ad been clean and was he really going to break it now just because he couldn’t cope? Eyes narrowing at how weak he had become and reliable on someone else when he promised himself he would never do it again. Eyes closed shut for a moment and quietly beginning to laugh to himself at the situation that had arisen before he felt the tears silently streaming down his face. “Fuck.” Letting the back of his hand with the cigarette between his fingers wipe the silent tears away before he snuffed the cigarette out and moved to sit on his knees.
Eyes carefully staring at the white powder and pressing one nostril flat as he leaned over the glass table catching sight of his reflection in the glass mirror and just before he could close his eyes and erase the image of his reflection the glass vibrated and signaling to him he had another message and for a moment he let his hopes get up until he saw it was just the UCP producer, the last man he wanted to talk to or hear about his damn perfect life.
Picking up the phone and angrily throwing it to the wall and watching the phone snap into pieces from the force and he could have cared less. It wasn’t from who he wanted to hear from or what he was hoping to hear and it wasn’t from a certain older vocalist that knew how to calm him in these situations, but neither of them were here and he knew he wouldn’t be seeing either of them for a while and the date was still questionable for one.
Finger pressed against his left nostril once more and leaning back down to the glass table as eyes closed and he could already imagine the powder coursing through his body, but before he could even take the first damn line he felt the corgi pawing against his leg and turning to face the other with a disappointed look. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
Not clarifying to the dog whether he was talking about his relationship that was falling apart or the fact he couldn’t get one line of coke done without an interrupting. Fingers rubbing the dog’s head and pushing himself to his feet as he scraped the white powder into the palm of his hand and off the table heading towards the bathroom to dump the powder into the toilet before fingers pressed the lever down. Dark eyes watching the white powder disappear before he turned around only to see his reflection in the mirror.
Eyes puffy and blood shot and his features seemed sunken in and anyone could tell the older man was upset with something. The palm of his hands pressed flat against the counter and turning his head down to the sink to blink the tears away before he growled in frustration and slammed his fists into the mirror not wanting to see the pathetic man he had become all because he finally opened up to someone and he never thought he’d get too far in a relationship that he gave it his all only to have it not be enough.
Glass shattered and falling onto the counter as he felt his hand stinging and opening his eyes to see the drops of blood falling from his knuckles and simply grabbing the towel off the rack as he exited the bathroom. The two small dogs following after Kiyoharu as he fell back onto the bed stomach first and his hand wrapped in the towel as he stared at the clock.
11:11
Not one thought running in his mind on that childish thought that a wish made on that moment would come true, but he couldn’t even think of what he wanted. To be back with Riku? Be happy? Not a damn thing came to his mind. Not one damn thing.
Wounded hand knocking the alarm clock off the night stand and pulling the pillow over his head as he shut his eyes tight and hoped that tomorrow night maybe he’d get to finally chase that damn dragon and forget about his problems for just a few hours his mistress offered.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Riku (mentioned)
Words: 997
Summary: Muse world.
Author's note: First and last 1000 world drabble. It's harder than you think D>
The older man sitting on the floor with his right leg curled to his chest and chin resting on his knee as eyes lazily stared at the screen not saying a word and not a word spoken as he sent the last message. Minutes passed and he received no response. That was it then. That quick and not a single protest from the blonde on the receiving end of his text. Fingers snapped the red phone shut and carefully placing the device on the table beside the small plastic bag that seemed to taunt him after so many years.
‘Don’t do anything stupid.’
Hakuei’s email still in his mind as he wrapped his arm around his leg staring at the substance before growing irritated with himself and reaching for his cigarettes that sat beside the bag of temptation. Thumb pressing the carton box lid open and pulling the single cylinder stick out as he moved to place the cigarette between his lips and snatching the lighter off from top of his cigarette box and pressing his thumb down against the thumb wheel as the flame shot up from its holding place and the dark filter quickly turned red as cheeks hollowed as he inhaled the nicotine.
Eyes closing as he inhaled and thumb rubbing between his eyes brows as shoulders slowly began to relax once he exhaled the translucent smoke past his lips. Fingers curled around the cigarette and moved the cigarette away from his lips as he single handedly opened the small plastic bag and spread the white powder on the glass coffee table in front of him. The cylinder stick rested between index and middle finger as he straightened the powder into one long line that seemed to challenge him.
Eleven years he h ad been clean and was he really going to break it now just because he couldn’t cope? Eyes narrowing at how weak he had become and reliable on someone else when he promised himself he would never do it again. Eyes closed shut for a moment and quietly beginning to laugh to himself at the situation that had arisen before he felt the tears silently streaming down his face. “Fuck.” Letting the back of his hand with the cigarette between his fingers wipe the silent tears away before he snuffed the cigarette out and moved to sit on his knees.
Eyes carefully staring at the white powder and pressing one nostril flat as he leaned over the glass table catching sight of his reflection in the glass mirror and just before he could close his eyes and erase the image of his reflection the glass vibrated and signaling to him he had another message and for a moment he let his hopes get up until he saw it was just the UCP producer, the last man he wanted to talk to or hear about his damn perfect life.
Picking up the phone and angrily throwing it to the wall and watching the phone snap into pieces from the force and he could have cared less. It wasn’t from who he wanted to hear from or what he was hoping to hear and it wasn’t from a certain older vocalist that knew how to calm him in these situations, but neither of them were here and he knew he wouldn’t be seeing either of them for a while and the date was still questionable for one.
Finger pressed against his left nostril once more and leaning back down to the glass table as eyes closed and he could already imagine the powder coursing through his body, but before he could even take the first damn line he felt the corgi pawing against his leg and turning to face the other with a disappointed look. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
Not clarifying to the dog whether he was talking about his relationship that was falling apart or the fact he couldn’t get one line of coke done without an interrupting. Fingers rubbing the dog’s head and pushing himself to his feet as he scraped the white powder into the palm of his hand and off the table heading towards the bathroom to dump the powder into the toilet before fingers pressed the lever down. Dark eyes watching the white powder disappear before he turned around only to see his reflection in the mirror.
Eyes puffy and blood shot and his features seemed sunken in and anyone could tell the older man was upset with something. The palm of his hands pressed flat against the counter and turning his head down to the sink to blink the tears away before he growled in frustration and slammed his fists into the mirror not wanting to see the pathetic man he had become all because he finally opened up to someone and he never thought he’d get too far in a relationship that he gave it his all only to have it not be enough.
Glass shattered and falling onto the counter as he felt his hand stinging and opening his eyes to see the drops of blood falling from his knuckles and simply grabbing the towel off the rack as he exited the bathroom. The two small dogs following after Kiyoharu as he fell back onto the bed stomach first and his hand wrapped in the towel as he stared at the clock.
11:11
Not one thought running in his mind on that childish thought that a wish made on that moment would come true, but he couldn’t even think of what he wanted. To be back with Riku? Be happy? Not a damn thing came to his mind. Not one damn thing.
Wounded hand knocking the alarm clock off the night stand and pulling the pillow over his head as he shut his eyes tight and hoped that tomorrow night maybe he’d get to finally chase that damn dragon and forget about his problems for just a few hours his mistress offered.