Radio 3/4
Title: Radio
Chapter: 3/4
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Reita x Kai
Synopsis: The past is like a song looped on replay.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Kai slunked back to the kitchen, his eyes mindlessly making its rounds once more to verify if he had really ran out of beer, wine, sake... Anything. As expected, or rather, as predicted, since he had no more expectations for the day seeing how his morning had progressed, the house was completely void of alcohol. Kai needed an escape now.
He could probably do with a smoke or two.
"Damn!" he shouted aloud, slamming his forehead onto the dining table as he remembered vowing never to smoke again after going through numerous trials of cold turkey to quit. It wasn't a pleasant experience and Kai honestly didn't want to go through it again. But right now, he couldn't care less. The appearance of Akira had thrown his entire day off balance. And Kai abhorred himself for it. He despised himself for allowing such a being to still have a hold over him. Kai hated him so, but yet, he couldn't deny that a tiny part of him deep down was delighted that he had really came back. That possibly, Akira had returned for him.
"Fuck..." he groaned, turning his head to the side to squish his face against the table top. And he remained in that position, too worn out to search the drawers for a stray cigarette which would appear miraculously, and he closed his eyes, soon feeling a slight warmth on his eyelids as the sun rays peeked through the curtains and rested on his face.
"You're so good at bass ‘Kira!" Yutaka exclaimed, clapping his hands as Akira slung off his instrument and carefully set it down on the basement ground. "You say that all the time ‘Taka" Akira laughed, rolling his eyes, "I'd never improve at this rate." Yutaka gasped in mock horror, leaning over to slap his boyfriend lightly on the shoulder, "But it's the truth! You're the best bass player I know! You're gonna be famous someday ‘Kira!" grinned Yutaka as he swung his legs whilst seated atop a mechanic workbench. The other laughed in return, and reached over to ruffle his mussed hair. "’Taka, I'm the only bass player you know." Yutaka pouted, "So? That doesn't mean I'm being any less honest." "Aww, come here," Akira surrendered, raising both his hands into the air then spreading them outwards before wrapping them around the other in an embrace.
"I've found a band!" yelled Akira the moment barged into Yutaka's house. He hadn't even taken off his shoes. Yutaka dropped the bowl in his hands and whipped around. "Really!? They were willing to recruit you despite knowing you've got no prior experience in a band?" Akira nodded in response, with a wide grin plastered across his face. "That's fucking awesome!" whopped Yutaka, as he sprinted towards the visitor in the doorway, nearly slipping on the discarded cake mix splatter on the floor.
"I'm going to Tokyo." A monotone declaration resonated across the room, his face turned away from the person at his side. "What?" came the shocked hushed reply. "My band and I are gonna venture out there. A record company might sign us on. We'd never make it big here." Akira stated, his tone making it seem as though he was merely informing Yutaka of what he had for breakfast that day. "A record company? ‘Kira are you insane? You've just started this band thing for 2 months! Even you said you all have a lot to work on!" Yutaka hopelessly babbled, now staring intently at his lover who refused to meet his eyes. "Forget what I said ‘Taka. We're young, and there are so many opportunities out there in the city. It's all up to us to seize them and make the best out of it." Akira finally turned around, moistening his lips as he slowly raised his gaze to meet Yutaka's. "Yes, we still have a long way to go, but we are still gonna give it a shot. You understand right?" he continued, ending off his speech with a stronger emphasis on the last question. Yutaka shrank back. "No I don't. Stop using 'we' Akira. It's not about us anymore. It's been you and your band ever since that day you flew in here with that announcement. Don't lump us all together. I'm not in your band." Yutaka whispered, after a stark moment of silence. "When are you leaving?" Akira startled. "What are you talking about? What's with the 'we' and 'us'? You can come with me if you want to you know." However, a short laugh escaped the other's lips. "If I want to? If I want to? Well, then what? I'd just be tagging along and be a burden to you and your ruffians?" "Don't call them that!" snapped Akira, curling up his fists. "They are my band mates!" "Oh right, they are, aren't they? Then what am I huh? Just your neighbour is that it?" At this, Akira's line of sight returned to the wall again. "They don't even know I exist, am I right?" No response came. "Am I right Akira." The said person remained stock still. Yutaka scoffed. "I knew it." He stood up. "I don't matter to you and you expect me to totter along with you to Tokyo? And sacrifice my family here to live in a rundown apartment with peeling wallpaper shrouded with cobwebs and dine on expired processed food thrown out by convenience stores while you and your band go around trying to get gigs and hence, understandably become too busy to pay the rent? What next? Am I to sell myself at night to foot your bills? That's too fucking selfish to ask of me, the non-existent boyfriend." Yutaka spat, as he made his way to the door. Akira flinched.
He couldn't think of a comeback.
Yutaka pressed his lips into a firm line as he held open the door. "Leave." "Taka I-" "Goodbye." "I'm leaving on Wednesday. The train departs at 11 in the morning." And with that, Akira got up from the sofa and walked passed him, before turning around once more. "I hope you'd come." The door slammed shut.
Akira stood on the very edge of the platform. A heavy bag pack weighing on his shoulders and bass case in his hands. It was 10.55am. The station master was yelling for passengers to get on the train and the horns honked in agreement.
Yutaka wasn't there.
10.59am
The last whistle was blown, and Akira looked to his left once more, feeling his heart drop even deeper as nothing lay there with the exception of empty benches. Heaving a deep sigh, he trudged forward, placing his first step onto the train. As soon as he did so, something rang in his ears. A loud slapping sound of rubber against pavement resonated from behind, and Akira whirled around, his eyes widening as he saw the one person he wanted to see coming to an abrupt halt and panting behind him. But as Akira set down his case on the seat to give a last shout out to the other, the metallic doors clicked shut, dividing him from Yutaka.
Akira's jaw dropped. He collapsed onto his seat as he stared out of the window, seeing the one he just abandoned still standing at where he was. He was no longer panting nor wiping off beads of perspiration, Yutaka was standing completely still with tears trickling down his cheeks, and his eyes though blurred with agony, could still meet Akira's through the misty pane.
And Akira turned away. He tore his gaze away before he started to break as well.
"Goodbye ‘Taka."
Came the inaudible whisper meant for no one in the carriage but himself, as Akira closed his eyes, a solitary tear dotting his jeans as the engine of the train roared to life, leaving his own one behind.
A/N: Just a note. This isn't based on pre-gazette days or whatever. And yes I added one more chapter cos this one turned out way too long :O
Chapter: 3/4
Author: kiroyo
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Rating: PG15
Pairing: Reita x Kai
Synopsis: The past is like a song looped on replay.
Comments: Comments make me happy, like little bits of candy :3
Kai slunked back to the kitchen, his eyes mindlessly making its rounds once more to verify if he had really ran out of beer, wine, sake... Anything. As expected, or rather, as predicted, since he had no more expectations for the day seeing how his morning had progressed, the house was completely void of alcohol. Kai needed an escape now.
He could probably do with a smoke or two.
"Damn!" he shouted aloud, slamming his forehead onto the dining table as he remembered vowing never to smoke again after going through numerous trials of cold turkey to quit. It wasn't a pleasant experience and Kai honestly didn't want to go through it again. But right now, he couldn't care less. The appearance of Akira had thrown his entire day off balance. And Kai abhorred himself for it. He despised himself for allowing such a being to still have a hold over him. Kai hated him so, but yet, he couldn't deny that a tiny part of him deep down was delighted that he had really came back. That possibly, Akira had returned for him.
"Fuck..." he groaned, turning his head to the side to squish his face against the table top. And he remained in that position, too worn out to search the drawers for a stray cigarette which would appear miraculously, and he closed his eyes, soon feeling a slight warmth on his eyelids as the sun rays peeked through the curtains and rested on his face.
"You're so good at bass ‘Kira!" Yutaka exclaimed, clapping his hands as Akira slung off his instrument and carefully set it down on the basement ground. "You say that all the time ‘Taka" Akira laughed, rolling his eyes, "I'd never improve at this rate." Yutaka gasped in mock horror, leaning over to slap his boyfriend lightly on the shoulder, "But it's the truth! You're the best bass player I know! You're gonna be famous someday ‘Kira!" grinned Yutaka as he swung his legs whilst seated atop a mechanic workbench. The other laughed in return, and reached over to ruffle his mussed hair. "’Taka, I'm the only bass player you know." Yutaka pouted, "So? That doesn't mean I'm being any less honest." "Aww, come here," Akira surrendered, raising both his hands into the air then spreading them outwards before wrapping them around the other in an embrace.
"I've found a band!" yelled Akira the moment barged into Yutaka's house. He hadn't even taken off his shoes. Yutaka dropped the bowl in his hands and whipped around. "Really!? They were willing to recruit you despite knowing you've got no prior experience in a band?" Akira nodded in response, with a wide grin plastered across his face. "That's fucking awesome!" whopped Yutaka, as he sprinted towards the visitor in the doorway, nearly slipping on the discarded cake mix splatter on the floor.
"I'm going to Tokyo." A monotone declaration resonated across the room, his face turned away from the person at his side. "What?" came the shocked hushed reply. "My band and I are gonna venture out there. A record company might sign us on. We'd never make it big here." Akira stated, his tone making it seem as though he was merely informing Yutaka of what he had for breakfast that day. "A record company? ‘Kira are you insane? You've just started this band thing for 2 months! Even you said you all have a lot to work on!" Yutaka hopelessly babbled, now staring intently at his lover who refused to meet his eyes. "Forget what I said ‘Taka. We're young, and there are so many opportunities out there in the city. It's all up to us to seize them and make the best out of it." Akira finally turned around, moistening his lips as he slowly raised his gaze to meet Yutaka's. "Yes, we still have a long way to go, but we are still gonna give it a shot. You understand right?" he continued, ending off his speech with a stronger emphasis on the last question. Yutaka shrank back. "No I don't. Stop using 'we' Akira. It's not about us anymore. It's been you and your band ever since that day you flew in here with that announcement. Don't lump us all together. I'm not in your band." Yutaka whispered, after a stark moment of silence. "When are you leaving?" Akira startled. "What are you talking about? What's with the 'we' and 'us'? You can come with me if you want to you know." However, a short laugh escaped the other's lips. "If I want to? If I want to? Well, then what? I'd just be tagging along and be a burden to you and your ruffians?" "Don't call them that!" snapped Akira, curling up his fists. "They are my band mates!" "Oh right, they are, aren't they? Then what am I huh? Just your neighbour is that it?" At this, Akira's line of sight returned to the wall again. "They don't even know I exist, am I right?" No response came. "Am I right Akira." The said person remained stock still. Yutaka scoffed. "I knew it." He stood up. "I don't matter to you and you expect me to totter along with you to Tokyo? And sacrifice my family here to live in a rundown apartment with peeling wallpaper shrouded with cobwebs and dine on expired processed food thrown out by convenience stores while you and your band go around trying to get gigs and hence, understandably become too busy to pay the rent? What next? Am I to sell myself at night to foot your bills? That's too fucking selfish to ask of me, the non-existent boyfriend." Yutaka spat, as he made his way to the door. Akira flinched.
He couldn't think of a comeback.
Yutaka pressed his lips into a firm line as he held open the door. "Leave." "Taka I-" "Goodbye." "I'm leaving on Wednesday. The train departs at 11 in the morning." And with that, Akira got up from the sofa and walked passed him, before turning around once more. "I hope you'd come." The door slammed shut.
Akira stood on the very edge of the platform. A heavy bag pack weighing on his shoulders and bass case in his hands. It was 10.55am. The station master was yelling for passengers to get on the train and the horns honked in agreement.
Yutaka wasn't there.
10.59am
The last whistle was blown, and Akira looked to his left once more, feeling his heart drop even deeper as nothing lay there with the exception of empty benches. Heaving a deep sigh, he trudged forward, placing his first step onto the train. As soon as he did so, something rang in his ears. A loud slapping sound of rubber against pavement resonated from behind, and Akira whirled around, his eyes widening as he saw the one person he wanted to see coming to an abrupt halt and panting behind him. But as Akira set down his case on the seat to give a last shout out to the other, the metallic doors clicked shut, dividing him from Yutaka.
Akira's jaw dropped. He collapsed onto his seat as he stared out of the window, seeing the one he just abandoned still standing at where he was. He was no longer panting nor wiping off beads of perspiration, Yutaka was standing completely still with tears trickling down his cheeks, and his eyes though blurred with agony, could still meet Akira's through the misty pane.
And Akira turned away. He tore his gaze away before he started to break as well.
"Goodbye ‘Taka."
Came the inaudible whisper meant for no one in the carriage but himself, as Akira closed his eyes, a solitary tear dotting his jeans as the engine of the train roared to life, leaving his own one behind.
A/N: Just a note. This isn't based on pre-gazette days or whatever. And yes I added one more chapter cos this one turned out way too long :O