ONESHOT: MONEY & LOVE
Title: Money & Love-- ONESHOT
Author: kaichou_x
Pairing: hirotoxshou
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild language
Notes: Im not sure WHAT drove me to write this. I was listening to Koda Kumi *__*;
it takes up about 2 pages on microsoft P:
“You Bitch!” Shou’s hands sought for something to throw, anything would satisfy him but something sharp and hazardous suit best. Grabbing pencils, he flung them across the room aimlessly. He was too rabid to concentrate and growing weary from all the shouting. He felt as if his head was going to explode
“What the fuck?! What are you playing at!” Junno barely dodged the angry man’s attack.
“SHUT UP! You’re just like all my other boyfriends! You’re just in love with my money!” Finally, Shou lost all energy to persist going on. The fragile irritated man’s back made contact with the wall and slid down it. He felt his eyes well up but didn’t want to tear up in front of his jerky boyfriend. Scatch that, make it ex-boyfriend.
The tall man, referred as Junno walked up to Shou, assuming that his boyfriend calmed down a bit and rubbed his arms gently while hovering over the man in distress. “Baby, Shou, what are you talking about?” His voice coated with phony innocence.
Without hesitation, Shou jabbed his fist into the other’s shoulder, surely bond leaving a bruise and got up again. “Don’t play coy with me. You think I don’t know you sneaking out money of my account the god damned moment I trusted you and gave you my band information. You low-life bastad”
Seeing as the theif said nothing in response, Shou continued telling off the man as he heard like a small child listening hopelessly.
“That’s right! And don’t you dare think for a damn second that I never knew about you and Kiyama together. Youre disgusting. I never want to see you again.”
“Shou!” the latter latched himself to Shou, he attempted to use his charm and turn the skinny vocalist’s oval-shapped face to meet his own but resulted to a reward of a loud slap on his face. Leaving his cheeks a glowing crimson.
“Get out. Go steal money out of that guy’s pocket. Not mine.” Holding open the door of the apartment which held so many memories dear to the both of them, he cringed. But so thinking about the same man that betrayed him, he glared violently he so thought loved him for the past few months. There was no more sympathy in his voice.
“Fine.” an easy answer. Junno exited the door, taking one last look at the man before Shou interrupted him again.
“Junno. The keys.” The dirty blond’s voice cold and demanding.
Digging out of his packets, he flung the keys indifferently at the guy kicking him out of his once-home and continued to stride out as they made a loud ‘clink’ noise as it hit pathetically on the floor.
Closing the Door, Shou felt something choking his throat, making his heart die and made him thoroughly incomplete. On cue, his cheecks stained with hot tears before he made an effort to wipe them away.
‘Hello? Shou? I called Junno if you still wanted to eat because your cell is off. He said you guys were over. What happened?? If you want to talk, please, call me back.’
The discomforted man winced slightly in his living room at the name. Still, moping. He smirked a bit because the caller never started his name, even though he knew by his worried squeaky voice that it was Hiroto. Shou always had a strange attraction to the cute friend and bandmate. He was the one that knew him most and like his little brother. He had an urge to call him back. Though, didn’t feel ready to communicate with the outside world. Mindlessly, drinking soymilk and his finger drifting over the ‘call’ button as Hiroto’s name was highlighted on the glowing screen. He chose stayed up locked in his living room thinking about how he was always hoodwinked in his relationships, for what he had and never for who he was. He sighed, finally pressing softly on the trigger.
“Shou?! I’m glad you called back! Is everything alright? The band was calling you for hours!” Hiroto exclaimed, scolding him.
“H- Hiroto?” Shou’s voice cracked a little. Raspy from all the crying and his throat was killing him. “I’m fine. But, junno, He’s not here anymore. He left. I told him to leave. Hiroto, he- he only stayed for my money. They all stay for my money..” Shou’s voice drifting off. He seemed to be rambling.
My God.. The pain tainted in Shou’s voice stinged him. “Shou!, you don’t need him! You are so much better than that git!” assured the small guatarist quickly.
“Th- Thank you.. Sorry for calling you so late.. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“It’s alright, Shou. ..Shou?”
“Yeah?” the small voice almost inaudible.
“I want you to know; I like yo- I like when you call me. Hiroto mentally head palmed. He could never admit to the band’s lead vocalist that he liked him. At least, not on the phone. And deffinetly not when hes still not completely healed from how Junno hurt him. He deffinetly wouldn’t let that asshole off..
“Thank you. For talking to me, for being my best friend.”
The gutarist smiled feebly. friend.. Was that all he was capable of being, for Shou?
Author: kaichou_x
Pairing: hirotoxshou
Rating: PG
Warnings: mild language
Notes: Im not sure WHAT drove me to write this. I was listening to Koda Kumi *__*;
it takes up about 2 pages on microsoft P:
“You Bitch!” Shou’s hands sought for something to throw, anything would satisfy him but something sharp and hazardous suit best. Grabbing pencils, he flung them across the room aimlessly. He was too rabid to concentrate and growing weary from all the shouting. He felt as if his head was going to explode
“What the fuck?! What are you playing at!” Junno barely dodged the angry man’s attack.
“SHUT UP! You’re just like all my other boyfriends! You’re just in love with my money!” Finally, Shou lost all energy to persist going on. The fragile irritated man’s back made contact with the wall and slid down it. He felt his eyes well up but didn’t want to tear up in front of his jerky boyfriend. Scatch that, make it ex-boyfriend.
The tall man, referred as Junno walked up to Shou, assuming that his boyfriend calmed down a bit and rubbed his arms gently while hovering over the man in distress. “Baby, Shou, what are you talking about?” His voice coated with phony innocence.
Without hesitation, Shou jabbed his fist into the other’s shoulder, surely bond leaving a bruise and got up again. “Don’t play coy with me. You think I don’t know you sneaking out money of my account the god damned moment I trusted you and gave you my band information. You low-life bastad”
Seeing as the theif said nothing in response, Shou continued telling off the man as he heard like a small child listening hopelessly.
“That’s right! And don’t you dare think for a damn second that I never knew about you and Kiyama together. Youre disgusting. I never want to see you again.”
“Shou!” the latter latched himself to Shou, he attempted to use his charm and turn the skinny vocalist’s oval-shapped face to meet his own but resulted to a reward of a loud slap on his face. Leaving his cheeks a glowing crimson.
“Get out. Go steal money out of that guy’s pocket. Not mine.” Holding open the door of the apartment which held so many memories dear to the both of them, he cringed. But so thinking about the same man that betrayed him, he glared violently he so thought loved him for the past few months. There was no more sympathy in his voice.
“Fine.” an easy answer. Junno exited the door, taking one last look at the man before Shou interrupted him again.
“Junno. The keys.” The dirty blond’s voice cold and demanding.
Digging out of his packets, he flung the keys indifferently at the guy kicking him out of his once-home and continued to stride out as they made a loud ‘clink’ noise as it hit pathetically on the floor.
Closing the Door, Shou felt something choking his throat, making his heart die and made him thoroughly incomplete. On cue, his cheecks stained with hot tears before he made an effort to wipe them away.
‘Hello? Shou? I called Junno if you still wanted to eat because your cell is off. He said you guys were over. What happened?? If you want to talk, please, call me back.’
The discomforted man winced slightly in his living room at the name. Still, moping. He smirked a bit because the caller never started his name, even though he knew by his worried squeaky voice that it was Hiroto. Shou always had a strange attraction to the cute friend and bandmate. He was the one that knew him most and like his little brother. He had an urge to call him back. Though, didn’t feel ready to communicate with the outside world. Mindlessly, drinking soymilk and his finger drifting over the ‘call’ button as Hiroto’s name was highlighted on the glowing screen. He chose stayed up locked in his living room thinking about how he was always hoodwinked in his relationships, for what he had and never for who he was. He sighed, finally pressing softly on the trigger.
“Shou?! I’m glad you called back! Is everything alright? The band was calling you for hours!” Hiroto exclaimed, scolding him.
“H- Hiroto?” Shou’s voice cracked a little. Raspy from all the crying and his throat was killing him. “I’m fine. But, junno, He’s not here anymore. He left. I told him to leave. Hiroto, he- he only stayed for my money. They all stay for my money..” Shou’s voice drifting off. He seemed to be rambling.
My God.. The pain tainted in Shou’s voice stinged him. “Shou!, you don’t need him! You are so much better than that git!” assured the small guatarist quickly.
“Th- Thank you.. Sorry for calling you so late.. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“It’s alright, Shou. ..Shou?”
“Yeah?” the small voice almost inaudible.
“I want you to know; I like yo- I like when you call me. Hiroto mentally head palmed. He could never admit to the band’s lead vocalist that he liked him. At least, not on the phone. And deffinetly not when hes still not completely healed from how Junno hurt him. He deffinetly wouldn’t let that asshole off..
“Thank you. For talking to me, for being my best friend.”
The gutarist smiled feebly. friend.. Was that all he was capable of being, for Shou?