[fic] Fukasawa x Asaka - After The Fall [1/1]
Title: After The Fall
Author: BG
Pairing: Fukasawa x Asaka
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
NB: Um...For Kizuite. So, ok, I obviously fail at the fluffly, cheery FukkaxAsaka I said I would write T____T
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The day had been going well, the forecast for rain had been completely incorrect and the sun was shining brilliantly. He let himself be led along, guided by Iwamoto’s fingers circling his wrist and Watanabe’s shoulder jostling his. He laughed and responded in all the right places but if the truth be told, Fukka was daydreaming.
He bumped into Iwamoto’s back as the other stopped suddenly. Bringing a hand up to rub at his arm, he grumbled at the other before seeing what it was that had caused him to stop. His eyes widened in disbelief. His jaw dropped open in shock.
It had been a long time since he last laid eyes on Asaka. The younger boy was still as slender and as elegant as he remembered. He opened his mouth in a greeting before a flash of pink caught his eye. Sweeping his gaze a fraction to the left, he heart plummeted to his sneakers. A girl; by the looks of it Asaka’s girl, Fukka felt a strange sort of emotion curl in his stomach; lick at his throat at the very sight of her pale slim fingers clutching at the fabric of Asaka’s shirt.
He stared at the younger, unable to form a greeting, unable to blink, unable to do anything. He ignored Iwamoto’s shameless goading and Watanabe’s giggles. He felt a frown settle over his features. He shook his hand free from Iwamoto’s grip, turned and all but ran away.
Lying on his bed, staring up at his ivory ceiling, Fukka let himself be overrun with memories. Times of laughter and fun; dance practices and leaning on each other; holding themselves up since they were both so exhausted from rehearsals. He had confided in Asaka, had thought of him as a friend. He had just never realized that Asaka was fighting his own battles and he had been none the wiser. It had stung, to realize that the younger boy had not held him in the same esteem. It hurt more than Fukka knew how to say.
He slid to the very edge of the bed with every intent of swinging his legs out and hauling himself to his feet.
A knock of the door interrupted him, he called a quick, “It’s open.”
Tilting his head back so he could see who was walking through into his room made the room spin a little. He slipped right off the bed and landed with a thud, his world tilted on a crazy angle and stayed there. He picked his jaw up off the floor but was unable to regain control of his limbs; needing the bed to pull himself back to right way up.
After not seeing him for weeks, for months, suddenly within a day he meets Asaka twice. This hardly seemed fair. He hadn’t been prepared to see him on the street. He certainly hadn’t expected him to walk through his bedroom door that evening.
An awkward silence filled his tiny bedroom. His heart was beating fast and heavy against his ribcage. He felt as though he was about to keel over.
“Why are you here?”
Asaka didn’t say anything for the longest time. Fukka felt his skin prickle under the others gaze. Fukka resisted the urge to run away as Asaka took one confident step after another until he was nigh on a hairsbreadth away.
“What is it that you want?”
Again his question was met with silence. Asaka’s cool gaze swept over him from head to toe and he shivered in fear, in anticipation.
Warm hands gripped his forearms, pulling him forward, holding him tight.
Fukka had imagined a hundred thousand times what Asaka would say when they met again. However, what was spoken hardly fit any of the moulds he had predicted.
“You let him touch you.”
Fukka frowned automatically at the accusatory tone. It hadn’t sounded like a question but he hadn’t the faintest clue about what Asaka was hinting at.
“Iwamoto.”
The explanation was curt and terse and hardly warranted the title of explanation at all.
“Are you with him now?”
Ooh~! A light bulb went off in Fukka’s head.
“I’m not the one with a girlfriend.”
Fukka’s reply was ignored.
“He was holding your hand.”
“She was clinging to your arm.”
The fingers circling his forearms tightened and upon meeting Asaka’s eyes, Fukka was surprised at the ferocity he saw in their depths.
“Have you forgotten?”
Fukka had not forgotten. How could he? He flinched as his back hit the wall and he bit back a whimper as Asaka loomed over him. Asaka had been the one to walk away. Asaka had been the one that hadn’t trusted him. Asaka was the one with someone new.
He cursed as his voice cracked, “Have you?”
Suddenly the pressure was gone. He blinked back his tears and looked up to meet Asaka’s eyes. The ferocity was gone, replaced with something akin to guilt, sadness, regret.
“No. No I have not forgotten.”
“But you left.”
“You never asked me to stay.”
Fukka bit his lip. Tears once again clouding his vision as he threw himself into Asaka’s arms. He choked back a cry of relief as arms came up to embrace him in return. He buried his face into the taller boy’s neck. Against the stiffness of that shirt’s collar he mumbled the words that had lingered for far too long in his heart.
“I want you to stay. I want you to want me. I want you to need me.”
He closed his eyes against his embarrassment as Asaka drew back enough to see his face. A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead and it almost made Fukka want to cry again.
“I want you to love no one else but me.”
Asaka’s words hit him like a freight train. Fukka felt as though he was falling. He was falling but it was okay, Asaka’s arms were tight and secure around his back; he would never let go again.
xx
A/N: Um....The ending is terrible. Sorry.
be safe
-BG
Author: BG
Pairing: Fukasawa x Asaka
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
NB: Um...For Kizuite. So, ok, I obviously fail at the fluffly, cheery FukkaxAsaka I said I would write T____T
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The day had been going well, the forecast for rain had been completely incorrect and the sun was shining brilliantly. He let himself be led along, guided by Iwamoto’s fingers circling his wrist and Watanabe’s shoulder jostling his. He laughed and responded in all the right places but if the truth be told, Fukka was daydreaming.
He bumped into Iwamoto’s back as the other stopped suddenly. Bringing a hand up to rub at his arm, he grumbled at the other before seeing what it was that had caused him to stop. His eyes widened in disbelief. His jaw dropped open in shock.
It had been a long time since he last laid eyes on Asaka. The younger boy was still as slender and as elegant as he remembered. He opened his mouth in a greeting before a flash of pink caught his eye. Sweeping his gaze a fraction to the left, he heart plummeted to his sneakers. A girl; by the looks of it Asaka’s girl, Fukka felt a strange sort of emotion curl in his stomach; lick at his throat at the very sight of her pale slim fingers clutching at the fabric of Asaka’s shirt.
He stared at the younger, unable to form a greeting, unable to blink, unable to do anything. He ignored Iwamoto’s shameless goading and Watanabe’s giggles. He felt a frown settle over his features. He shook his hand free from Iwamoto’s grip, turned and all but ran away.
Lying on his bed, staring up at his ivory ceiling, Fukka let himself be overrun with memories. Times of laughter and fun; dance practices and leaning on each other; holding themselves up since they were both so exhausted from rehearsals. He had confided in Asaka, had thought of him as a friend. He had just never realized that Asaka was fighting his own battles and he had been none the wiser. It had stung, to realize that the younger boy had not held him in the same esteem. It hurt more than Fukka knew how to say.
He slid to the very edge of the bed with every intent of swinging his legs out and hauling himself to his feet.
A knock of the door interrupted him, he called a quick, “It’s open.”
Tilting his head back so he could see who was walking through into his room made the room spin a little. He slipped right off the bed and landed with a thud, his world tilted on a crazy angle and stayed there. He picked his jaw up off the floor but was unable to regain control of his limbs; needing the bed to pull himself back to right way up.
After not seeing him for weeks, for months, suddenly within a day he meets Asaka twice. This hardly seemed fair. He hadn’t been prepared to see him on the street. He certainly hadn’t expected him to walk through his bedroom door that evening.
An awkward silence filled his tiny bedroom. His heart was beating fast and heavy against his ribcage. He felt as though he was about to keel over.
“Why are you here?”
Asaka didn’t say anything for the longest time. Fukka felt his skin prickle under the others gaze. Fukka resisted the urge to run away as Asaka took one confident step after another until he was nigh on a hairsbreadth away.
“What is it that you want?”
Again his question was met with silence. Asaka’s cool gaze swept over him from head to toe and he shivered in fear, in anticipation.
Warm hands gripped his forearms, pulling him forward, holding him tight.
Fukka had imagined a hundred thousand times what Asaka would say when they met again. However, what was spoken hardly fit any of the moulds he had predicted.
“You let him touch you.”
Fukka frowned automatically at the accusatory tone. It hadn’t sounded like a question but he hadn’t the faintest clue about what Asaka was hinting at.
“Iwamoto.”
The explanation was curt and terse and hardly warranted the title of explanation at all.
“Are you with him now?”
Ooh~! A light bulb went off in Fukka’s head.
“I’m not the one with a girlfriend.”
Fukka’s reply was ignored.
“He was holding your hand.”
“She was clinging to your arm.”
The fingers circling his forearms tightened and upon meeting Asaka’s eyes, Fukka was surprised at the ferocity he saw in their depths.
“Have you forgotten?”
Fukka had not forgotten. How could he? He flinched as his back hit the wall and he bit back a whimper as Asaka loomed over him. Asaka had been the one to walk away. Asaka had been the one that hadn’t trusted him. Asaka was the one with someone new.
He cursed as his voice cracked, “Have you?”
Suddenly the pressure was gone. He blinked back his tears and looked up to meet Asaka’s eyes. The ferocity was gone, replaced with something akin to guilt, sadness, regret.
“No. No I have not forgotten.”
“But you left.”
“You never asked me to stay.”
Fukka bit his lip. Tears once again clouding his vision as he threw himself into Asaka’s arms. He choked back a cry of relief as arms came up to embrace him in return. He buried his face into the taller boy’s neck. Against the stiffness of that shirt’s collar he mumbled the words that had lingered for far too long in his heart.
“I want you to stay. I want you to want me. I want you to need me.”
He closed his eyes against his embarrassment as Asaka drew back enough to see his face. A soft kiss was pressed to his forehead and it almost made Fukka want to cry again.
“I want you to love no one else but me.”
Asaka’s words hit him like a freight train. Fukka felt as though he was falling. He was falling but it was okay, Asaka’s arms were tight and secure around his back; he would never let go again.
xx
A/N: Um....The ending is terrible. Sorry.
be safe
-BG