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Title: Law's
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mention of KiyoharuxRiku
Word Count: 888
Summary: Haunted by memories
Author's note: Trying to get back into writing fanfictions. A warm up.
Cigarette between his lips and eyes lazily looking down at the city life below him, but having no real focus on anything particular. Body pressed against the rail as fingers moved to pull the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the translucent smoke past parted lips as half lidded eyes glanced down at the key in his palm.
The tip of his index finger running over the ridges of the key as he took another drag off his cigarette holding the smoke in longer than usual as eyes studied the piece of metal that was the last thing holding him back to him. His shoulders growing tense and he felt his lungs finally burning from holding the nicotine in so long as he exhaled at the sound of the balcony door opening and not even bothering to turn his back to the younger vocalist.
“You ask to see me and yet you keep the balcony company instead of me.”
The older man forcing a small smile on his lips and turning to let his back rest against the rail as eyes lazily glanced at the taller vocalist and simply shaking his head. “I never said I was the best guest to have over.”
Hakuei simply shaking his head and walking over as he moved the cigarette from Kiyoharu’s hold and one hand on his hip as lips tightened around a stronger brand of cigarettes that he wasn’t too, but didn’t bother to grab his own. Dark eyes glancing at the older man and seeing the key resting in Kiyoharu’s hand as he moved to lean against the rail that supported both of them now.
“I thought you were over him.” A tone that was void of most emotions except the small hint of disappointment that Kiyoharu could pick up only after years of knowing the younger vocalist.
Kiyoharu simply shaking his head and taking the cigarette back as he took a drag off the cigarette before pulling the cigarette away and watching the filter end continue to burn. “I thought so too, but some nights memories haunt me and leave me wondering if I really did do the right thing.”
Neatly plucked eyebrows furrowed together and hip tilting to the side before the taller man pushed himself gracefully off the rail and walked back towards the open balcony door. “I think holding onto that key right there is what makes those memories haunt you so much.”
The older man knowing Hakuei had a point and he knew what the younger vocalist was hinting at, but he was thankful Hakuei didn’t push it any further and simply walked back inside. The older man turning his attention back to the city below him and snuffing out the remaining cigarette before flicking the cigarette off the balcony and watching it fall into the night and onto the empty street below.
Taking a deep breath and holding the key out in front of him as he examined the metal piece thoroughly.
Why the hell was he holding onto the blonde’s key to his apartment? It isn’t like he’d ever use it without
permission. Hell, he wasn’t that damn crazy, heartbroken maybe, but not desperate enough to scar or scare the blonde vocalist off anymore than he had already. So why the hell did he keep the damn thing anyway?
Taking a deep breath and palm clenching the key as he moved his arm back to throw the key, but the moment he was set to open his palm he stopped himself and just stared at the key resting in his palm. Shaking his head and half lidded eyes studied the key a little more carefully before he laughed to himself at the weakness that the blonde had created him.
“Not tonight either. The first and the last to keep the devil wrapped around your finger even after it all.”
Shaking his head and stuffing the key back into his pocket knowing the moment he walked back into the apartment Hakuei would know. The younger vocalist would know that he didn’t toss the key off the balcony and give him a comfort smile to let the older man knew he understood and he wouldn’t push him and that was the main damn reason Kiyoharu always turned to Hakuei. Why the devil turned to the one man on the planet that had a drug problem, but yet understood him better than anyone could and wouldn’t laugh at the old man’s misery.
Forty one and suffering from a damn heartbreak. The older man narrowing his eyes at that thought and simply moving to lay on Hakuei’s bed as the younger vocalist popped in some movie that only his kids would watch, but at the moment he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the studio work he had after tonight or the lack of sleep he had gotten these past few months. He didn’t care about the lies he told to Riku saying he was over him. He didn’t care to understand a damn thing in the world at the moment. The only damn thing he cared about the moment was falling asleep to the sound Hakuei’s evened breathing and living in the past for those few hours in his dreams and where he could escape from the damn reality and forget how damn pathetic he had become.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mention of KiyoharuxRiku
Word Count: 888
Summary: Haunted by memories
Author's note: Trying to get back into writing fanfictions. A warm up.
Cigarette between his lips and eyes lazily looking down at the city life below him, but having no real focus on anything particular. Body pressed against the rail as fingers moved to pull the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the translucent smoke past parted lips as half lidded eyes glanced down at the key in his palm.
The tip of his index finger running over the ridges of the key as he took another drag off his cigarette holding the smoke in longer than usual as eyes studied the piece of metal that was the last thing holding him back to him. His shoulders growing tense and he felt his lungs finally burning from holding the nicotine in so long as he exhaled at the sound of the balcony door opening and not even bothering to turn his back to the younger vocalist.
“You ask to see me and yet you keep the balcony company instead of me.”
The older man forcing a small smile on his lips and turning to let his back rest against the rail as eyes lazily glanced at the taller vocalist and simply shaking his head. “I never said I was the best guest to have over.”
Hakuei simply shaking his head and walking over as he moved the cigarette from Kiyoharu’s hold and one hand on his hip as lips tightened around a stronger brand of cigarettes that he wasn’t too, but didn’t bother to grab his own. Dark eyes glancing at the older man and seeing the key resting in Kiyoharu’s hand as he moved to lean against the rail that supported both of them now.
“I thought you were over him.” A tone that was void of most emotions except the small hint of disappointment that Kiyoharu could pick up only after years of knowing the younger vocalist.
Kiyoharu simply shaking his head and taking the cigarette back as he took a drag off the cigarette before pulling the cigarette away and watching the filter end continue to burn. “I thought so too, but some nights memories haunt me and leave me wondering if I really did do the right thing.”
Neatly plucked eyebrows furrowed together and hip tilting to the side before the taller man pushed himself gracefully off the rail and walked back towards the open balcony door. “I think holding onto that key right there is what makes those memories haunt you so much.”
The older man knowing Hakuei had a point and he knew what the younger vocalist was hinting at, but he was thankful Hakuei didn’t push it any further and simply walked back inside. The older man turning his attention back to the city below him and snuffing out the remaining cigarette before flicking the cigarette off the balcony and watching it fall into the night and onto the empty street below.
Taking a deep breath and holding the key out in front of him as he examined the metal piece thoroughly.
Why the hell was he holding onto the blonde’s key to his apartment? It isn’t like he’d ever use it without
permission. Hell, he wasn’t that damn crazy, heartbroken maybe, but not desperate enough to scar or scare the blonde vocalist off anymore than he had already. So why the hell did he keep the damn thing anyway?
Taking a deep breath and palm clenching the key as he moved his arm back to throw the key, but the moment he was set to open his palm he stopped himself and just stared at the key resting in his palm. Shaking his head and half lidded eyes studied the key a little more carefully before he laughed to himself at the weakness that the blonde had created him.
“Not tonight either. The first and the last to keep the devil wrapped around your finger even after it all.”
Shaking his head and stuffing the key back into his pocket knowing the moment he walked back into the apartment Hakuei would know. The younger vocalist would know that he didn’t toss the key off the balcony and give him a comfort smile to let the older man knew he understood and he wouldn’t push him and that was the main damn reason Kiyoharu always turned to Hakuei. Why the devil turned to the one man on the planet that had a drug problem, but yet understood him better than anyone could and wouldn’t laugh at the old man’s misery.
Forty one and suffering from a damn heartbreak. The older man narrowing his eyes at that thought and simply moving to lay on Hakuei’s bed as the younger vocalist popped in some movie that only his kids would watch, but at the moment he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the studio work he had after tonight or the lack of sleep he had gotten these past few months. He didn’t care about the lies he told to Riku saying he was over him. He didn’t care to understand a damn thing in the world at the moment. The only damn thing he cared about the moment was falling asleep to the sound Hakuei’s evened breathing and living in the past for those few hours in his dreams and where he could escape from the damn reality and forget how damn pathetic he had become.