Fic: Together (All GazettE Members) [PG-13]
Title: Together
Chapters: One-shot
Author: lylark
Genre: AU, angst, drama, tragedy
Warnings: Language, mentioning of violence/domestic violence, character death
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: All the individual members of GazettE; no set pairings
Synopsis: Five people and five perspectives on the subject of love.
Comments: Please do enjoy. ♥
Yuu
I don't care if anyone disapproves about our relationship. I've learned not to care. I've learned not to mind what other people say if their words are only going to tear us away from each other. Once you start not to care, it gets easier and easier, day by day. Once you start not to care, you're more honest with yourself and more connected with your special someone. You're more yourself, you're more you, and that's always a good thing, right?
They say that sometimes love can make you do crazy things. I don't believe that at all. Because if everyone on this planet didn't experience love or didn't know what love is, we'd be the ones doing crazy things. What would we be if we weren't loved or didn't love? What would we be if love didn't exist? Would we be a less melacholic, less self-conscious? Less content or less dependent?
Love shapes us. It can bring something out of us that makes us feel alive. It can comfort someone. It can heal someone. Sure, it can plant pain into someone's heart, but pain is a good thing. Even though it almost makes our heart feel like it's being suffocated, it can make us stronger.
And I believe that one day, we'll be able to go somewhere far from this place and leave every painful memory behind.
I love you and I always will. Doesn't matter what anyone says because you'll always be mine.
Kouyou
Well, let's just say that he dumped me. And I felt like punching somebody.Oh wait, I punched him. And if I rememeber correctly, I also took the oppurtunity to grab a knife in his kitchen and pull his pants down and cut his--
No, no, no, sweetie, I wouldn't go that far. Or would I? If I remember correctly, my teacher told me to always treat a person the way you want to be treated. Ah, does it really matter? He was the one who liked pain, being a submissive person and all, and I think he would've liked the pain coming from his--
Okay, okay, I have to calm myself down. I'll celebrate by fattening myself with chocolate and ice cream and watching romance tragedies. Yup, I think I'd be content with that.
Wow. I can't believe this. Holy shit, I think I'm about to cry a freaking salty ocean right now.
I can't believe that our relationship lasted for a whole week. That's probably the longest relationship I've ever been in. I'm really starting to question why Love hates me so much. I know that I've been gifted with this beautiful appearance, but why does no one appreciate how I look in the inside? Why does everyone nowadays only care about how so-and-so looks and how so-and-so is like in bed and how so-and-so's you-know-what looks like (and how "productive" it would be from a scale of one to ten). It's starting to get old. And the more I think about it, the more stupid this reality is. Everything's based off of sex, more physical and less emotional.
Since when did it get that way?
I want something more. I want something memorable and amazing and truly genuine. Maybe if I learn to appreciate myself, I'll find that one person that would appreciate me in return. Maybe if I learn to love myself more, I'll be able to be happy, not just satisfied. Maybe Time will help me along the way.
I have to focus on my priorities first. I have to focus on me before I can focus on anybody else.
But where the hell is that damn ice cream? I need my damn calories. Now.
Akira
It's been a while since you've left me here by myself. You're gone and I still can't accept that.
I'll never see your smile again, I'll never hear your voice, I'll never hear your heart beating so fast everytime we made love. I'll never hear your laugh, I'll never smell your scent, I'll never be able to embrace you again.
I'll never see you again. I'll never see you again. I'll never see you again, I'll never see you again, I'll never--
Why?
Why?!
Why wasn't I there when you were being robbed and beaten and...and...when they were doing things to you...and...when they pulled the gun on you and...when you left. You only had twenty-something dollars on you, for crying out loud! You were just mind your own business, going back to your apartment, you home, where I was waiting patiently until you arrived home. You didn't do anything wrong, love. You didn't do anything and still, I wasn't able to help you.
Sometimes I wonder what I was doing the last few minutes when they were close to taking your life away. Sometimes I wonder how many times you thought of me before you passed away. Sometimes I wonder if things really do happen for a reason. Sometimes I wonder why Love had to do something so great, bringing you to me, and something so horrible at the same time, with me, by myself.
Without you.
I'm going insane. I wonder when this pain will ever stop. I wonder if it'll ever stop.
But I know I can't live on like this. I have to take each day like normal. I'll do it for you.
I'll be happy for you.
I just hope I don't disappoint you.
Yutaka
I'm scared.
He yells at me. He hurts me. He breaks my heart and he enjoys it.
I can't run away. He'll find me. He'll find me and he'll hurt me again. I can't escape from this. I'm trapped in this lifestyle forever. I cry everyday, every night, when he's fast asleep so he doesn't hear and get mad at me. I have to follow whatever he says so he'll stop hurting me.
He looked so normal when I first met him. He was happy and I was happy. Before. That was all "before."
Now it's just one big mess.
I've brought this onto myself. I need to live with this.
This isn't love. This isn't love at all.
Takanori
I'm sorry. I'm dying and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was afraid that you wouldn't love me if I told you.
I'll always remember you. I'll always be thankful for your love.
Always.
It was amazing having there, by my side, and making such wonderful memories together. Because of you, I've found out what beautiful really meant. I'm glad that I finally knew what the definition of love really was with you.
Please don't cry. I'd hate to see you cry. Remember me, but don't shut yourself from the world. Remember me, but don't let your heart go cold. You'll find someone better, I know. I know it.
Until then, I'll see you later.
Because good-byes are overrated.