[fic] Asaka x Fukasawa - Diverge and Fall - [1/1]
Title: Diverge and Fall
Author: BG
Pairing: Asaka x Fukasawa
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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The doors slid open and as Asaka lifted his eyes he felt a cold hand seize his heart and squeeze. Without a word Fukasawa entered the elevator, his eyes on the floor, his head bowed. Asaka watched from the corner of his eye as he passes. He seemed to do nothing but watch these days. It was frustrating and it was tiring. Every time he tried to speak to the other it was as though he was speaking to a solid wall. Fukka was either cold, politely indifferent or ignored him completely.
There had been a time when they had been happy. Hadn’t there?
“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand what you want. I can’t read you. You hold everything inside and….”
“I can’t let go.”
“What?”
“Everything I hold inside is everything that I can’t let go of.”
Asaka was stunned. What did that mean?
“You say you don’t understand. I don’t want you to. I look at you and I remember. I remember how it was and I don’t want to. If you understood everything it would make it worse. You would try to comfort me and I don’t even want to remember.”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Asaka held his breath as Fukka passed him; his gait stiff, his shoulders tensed. He wanted to call out after the other; his eyes widening in disbelief as he found himself unable to voice the words that echoed in his mind. Fukka’s back was straight and his head was held high.
“Fukka.”
The whisper escaped him. The boy turned and Asaka noted the smoothness of his cheek, the line of his jaw and that his eyes were dry.
The silver doors slid closed again; hiding Asaka’s tears as they fell unchecked over his cheeks. He wanted to know how it had ended up like this. How had it ended so badly? What had gone wrong?
He didn’t try to stem his tears. Maybe it was him that couldn’t let go? Was he now the one living in the past, unable to move on?
xxx
A/N: Lame-ass title :/ Um....yes. *shrug*
be safe
-BG
Author: BG
Pairing: Asaka x Fukasawa
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
archive
The doors slid open and as Asaka lifted his eyes he felt a cold hand seize his heart and squeeze. Without a word Fukasawa entered the elevator, his eyes on the floor, his head bowed. Asaka watched from the corner of his eye as he passes. He seemed to do nothing but watch these days. It was frustrating and it was tiring. Every time he tried to speak to the other it was as though he was speaking to a solid wall. Fukka was either cold, politely indifferent or ignored him completely.
There had been a time when they had been happy. Hadn’t there?
“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand what you want. I can’t read you. You hold everything inside and….”
“I can’t let go.”
“What?”
“Everything I hold inside is everything that I can’t let go of.”
Asaka was stunned. What did that mean?
“You say you don’t understand. I don’t want you to. I look at you and I remember. I remember how it was and I don’t want to. If you understood everything it would make it worse. You would try to comfort me and I don’t even want to remember.”
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Asaka held his breath as Fukka passed him; his gait stiff, his shoulders tensed. He wanted to call out after the other; his eyes widening in disbelief as he found himself unable to voice the words that echoed in his mind. Fukka’s back was straight and his head was held high.
“Fukka.”
The whisper escaped him. The boy turned and Asaka noted the smoothness of his cheek, the line of his jaw and that his eyes were dry.
The silver doors slid closed again; hiding Asaka’s tears as they fell unchecked over his cheeks. He wanted to know how it had ended up like this. How had it ended so badly? What had gone wrong?
He didn’t try to stem his tears. Maybe it was him that couldn’t let go? Was he now the one living in the past, unable to move on?
xxx
A/N: Lame-ass title :/ Um....yes. *shrug*
be safe
-BG