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Title:Devil's Grief
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Kyo, Kiyoharu x Riku
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 3/3
Word Count: 1,193
Summary: Even if he was no more than the devil in people’s eyes -didn’t he deserve to be happy too?
Author's note: A mini drabble multi fic? I suppose. Just another step in helping the writer's block. This is more based off muse world then anything else.
Chapters: Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Fingers wrapped around a cigarette and it was another evening of watching the sun set and the small filter of the cigarette to keep him warm as he waited for a certain blonde vocalist to come to the park. His mind drifting and thinking about the past two years and the damn irony of things and for a moment he doubted the decision he had made. When Riku had been with Kisaki it had been a damn shitty relationship because the man who suffered from a God like complex was never there for Riku and Riku ended up having an affair with Kiyoharu and yet Kiyoharu ended up in Riku’s shoes, but he never resorted to what Riku did. It was just an endless damn cycle and yet he was back with Riku and no promise of happiness and no guarantee’s things will change from before.
His stomach twisting in knots at those thoughts and it seemed the doubt from before was trying to come back and make him reanalyze everything once more, but he was pretty damn sure Hakuei would kill him if he did the shit from yesterday again. The older man taking a deep breath when he saw the blonde vocalist walk into the park footsteps heavy like his own as he sat down beside the older man lighting a cigarette himself.
“Your face says you’ve made your decision, but your eyes show you have doubt s about it.”
Eyes closing as he took a final drag off his cigarette and flicked the cigarette to the ground and sat straight up with both hands on his knee’s as he looked over at the blonde vocalist who seemed prepared for the worse, but had a calm appearance to cover that. “You know me to damn well, kid.”
“And you use kid when you are trying to be mature and superior.” No emotion on the smaller blonde’s face as he took a drag off his cigarette and simply stared at the ground.
The older man simply smirking at how damn well Kyo had come to read him so damn easily since they had became friends and with the chance of their friendship at risk was what made the damn situation worse. “I thought long and hard about everything you said to me. It took a damn circus act of balancing on Hakuei’s balcony to figure out the damn answer.”
Moving to grab the cigarette from Kyo and taking a drag off of the cigarette as he exhaled and he could see Kyo’s body slowly tensing as he waited the answer from him. “I don’t want to lose our friendship because those damn nights where we just lay around eating shit bad for us and watching whatever the hell is on tv while we talk, they’re comforting. Yet, at this moment I can say I love you, but I honestly can’t say if I am in love with you or not. I haven’t been able to distinguish if it’s just feelings I’d feel for another sibling or something else, but either way I don’t want to lose what we have.” Life was never too damn easy because every time you think something is going right then you have the damn past to come back and haunt you and Kiyoharu honestly hated that shit more than anything else.
Fingers running through dark strands of hair as he took another drag off Kyo’s cigarette and not even offering a drag to the original owner as he stood up to face the blonde that was still sitting down. “I just can’t forgive myself if I didn’t give Riku another chance because I’d be wondering what the hell I missed out on-“
“Or didn’t.”
The older man not saying a word of argument towards that and just flicked the cigarette to the ground as he watched Kyo stand up with his hands stuffed in his pocket. “So you made your decision. I told you to forget everything I said. I’ll get over it. That damn brat just doesn’t deserve you.” Head bent down towards the ground and shoulders tense as he shook his head with a small cynical laugh. “He missed out on something pretty damn great and yet the little bitch gets another chance. That’s why I wanted you. Because even if you say you are a bastard and stubborn old man you probably have one of the damn biggest hearts I know. I know what you deserve, but I can’t force that upon you.”
“In a way Riku and you are exact opposites in all the right ways. I could be a bastard and say wait around for me before I get fed up if the shit begins to repeat, but that wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Kyo finally turning his attention to look up at the older man and without a moment’s hesitation he grabbed the older man’s collar and pulled him down to his height and slammed one last rough kiss against full lips. The older man not pulling away until Kyo finally let go of the collar of the shirt and pressed his head against Kiyoharu’s chest and Kiyoharu simply did the one thing he could and wrapped his arms around the smaller blonde. “It’s not fair. I want to hate you so damn much for making me open up to you and I want to say I won’t wait around for you, but that would all be a lie. You and your devil’s charm.”
“Ky-“
“No. I respect your decision and the moment that damn little brat slips up there won’t be a third chance for him, because I won’t give you a moment to think things over.” Eyes closing and for a moment the two didn’t say a word to each other until Kyo pulled away and offered an empty smile towards the older man. “I’ll see you tomorrow night for the usual routine, old man. Don’t be late.”
Back turning and walking off to the opposite direction of his home and Kiyoharu knew he wasn’t going home, but going to some sort of sanctum to cope with the hurt. Taking a deep breath and stuffing his hands in his pocket and tilting his head back to look at the sky and wondering if he really did make the right damn choice.
If he made the right damn decision he shouldn’t have felt guilt should he? Softly laughing to himself and turning in the direction of his home with his footsteps heavier than before because he felt another friendship had been ruined.
Just the luck of the Devil and there was no escaping the misery that came with it. The only thing he could do was let misery touch old scars and open them and see where the hell it took him. He had sinned too much in his damn life and because of that he couldn’t live a damn normal life that God seemed to gloat about, but he accepted it and the only thing he could do was laugh at life’s irony when it was thrown at him.
Laugh and the world laughs with you.
Weep and you weep alone.
Pairing: Kiyoharu x Kyo, Kiyoharu x Riku
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: 3/3
Word Count: 1,193
Summary: Even if he was no more than the devil in people’s eyes -didn’t he deserve to be happy too?
Author's note: A mini drabble multi fic? I suppose. Just another step in helping the writer's block. This is more based off muse world then anything else.
Chapters: Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Fingers wrapped around a cigarette and it was another evening of watching the sun set and the small filter of the cigarette to keep him warm as he waited for a certain blonde vocalist to come to the park. His mind drifting and thinking about the past two years and the damn irony of things and for a moment he doubted the decision he had made. When Riku had been with Kisaki it had been a damn shitty relationship because the man who suffered from a God like complex was never there for Riku and Riku ended up having an affair with Kiyoharu and yet Kiyoharu ended up in Riku’s shoes, but he never resorted to what Riku did. It was just an endless damn cycle and yet he was back with Riku and no promise of happiness and no guarantee’s things will change from before.
His stomach twisting in knots at those thoughts and it seemed the doubt from before was trying to come back and make him reanalyze everything once more, but he was pretty damn sure Hakuei would kill him if he did the shit from yesterday again. The older man taking a deep breath when he saw the blonde vocalist walk into the park footsteps heavy like his own as he sat down beside the older man lighting a cigarette himself.
“Your face says you’ve made your decision, but your eyes show you have doubt s about it.”
Eyes closing as he took a final drag off his cigarette and flicked the cigarette to the ground and sat straight up with both hands on his knee’s as he looked over at the blonde vocalist who seemed prepared for the worse, but had a calm appearance to cover that. “You know me to damn well, kid.”
“And you use kid when you are trying to be mature and superior.” No emotion on the smaller blonde’s face as he took a drag off his cigarette and simply stared at the ground.
The older man simply smirking at how damn well Kyo had come to read him so damn easily since they had became friends and with the chance of their friendship at risk was what made the damn situation worse. “I thought long and hard about everything you said to me. It took a damn circus act of balancing on Hakuei’s balcony to figure out the damn answer.”
Moving to grab the cigarette from Kyo and taking a drag off of the cigarette as he exhaled and he could see Kyo’s body slowly tensing as he waited the answer from him. “I don’t want to lose our friendship because those damn nights where we just lay around eating shit bad for us and watching whatever the hell is on tv while we talk, they’re comforting. Yet, at this moment I can say I love you, but I honestly can’t say if I am in love with you or not. I haven’t been able to distinguish if it’s just feelings I’d feel for another sibling or something else, but either way I don’t want to lose what we have.” Life was never too damn easy because every time you think something is going right then you have the damn past to come back and haunt you and Kiyoharu honestly hated that shit more than anything else.
Fingers running through dark strands of hair as he took another drag off Kyo’s cigarette and not even offering a drag to the original owner as he stood up to face the blonde that was still sitting down. “I just can’t forgive myself if I didn’t give Riku another chance because I’d be wondering what the hell I missed out on-“
“Or didn’t.”
The older man not saying a word of argument towards that and just flicked the cigarette to the ground as he watched Kyo stand up with his hands stuffed in his pocket. “So you made your decision. I told you to forget everything I said. I’ll get over it. That damn brat just doesn’t deserve you.” Head bent down towards the ground and shoulders tense as he shook his head with a small cynical laugh. “He missed out on something pretty damn great and yet the little bitch gets another chance. That’s why I wanted you. Because even if you say you are a bastard and stubborn old man you probably have one of the damn biggest hearts I know. I know what you deserve, but I can’t force that upon you.”
“In a way Riku and you are exact opposites in all the right ways. I could be a bastard and say wait around for me before I get fed up if the shit begins to repeat, but that wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Kyo finally turning his attention to look up at the older man and without a moment’s hesitation he grabbed the older man’s collar and pulled him down to his height and slammed one last rough kiss against full lips. The older man not pulling away until Kyo finally let go of the collar of the shirt and pressed his head against Kiyoharu’s chest and Kiyoharu simply did the one thing he could and wrapped his arms around the smaller blonde. “It’s not fair. I want to hate you so damn much for making me open up to you and I want to say I won’t wait around for you, but that would all be a lie. You and your devil’s charm.”
“Ky-“
“No. I respect your decision and the moment that damn little brat slips up there won’t be a third chance for him, because I won’t give you a moment to think things over.” Eyes closing and for a moment the two didn’t say a word to each other until Kyo pulled away and offered an empty smile towards the older man. “I’ll see you tomorrow night for the usual routine, old man. Don’t be late.”
Back turning and walking off to the opposite direction of his home and Kiyoharu knew he wasn’t going home, but going to some sort of sanctum to cope with the hurt. Taking a deep breath and stuffing his hands in his pocket and tilting his head back to look at the sky and wondering if he really did make the right damn choice.
If he made the right damn decision he shouldn’t have felt guilt should he? Softly laughing to himself and turning in the direction of his home with his footsteps heavier than before because he felt another friendship had been ruined.
Just the luck of the Devil and there was no escaping the misery that came with it. The only thing he could do was let misery touch old scars and open them and see where the hell it took him. He had sinned too much in his damn life and because of that he couldn’t live a damn normal life that God seemed to gloat about, but he accepted it and the only thing he could do was laugh at life’s irony when it was thrown at him.
Laugh and the world laughs with you.
Weep and you weep alone.