[Fanfic] Torn Soul
Title: Torn Soul
Paring: [Past] Gackt/You, You/Chachamaru [Hinted] Gackt/Ju-Ken
Disclaimer: Oh yea, I own them, just like I own the Taj Mahal. Note the sarcasm there.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I did it, I left him."
Notes: Well, this was going to be for the gacktjob_fics weekly prompt but, I have something cuter in mind for that ^^ Also, this can be seen as a sequel to Unfaithful.
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His heart pounded in his ears, blood raced through his veins and his chest burned as his lugs tried to take in the much needed oxygen but, he didn't stop his mad dash up the flight of endless stairs. He just had to get away, he had to! He couldn't bare to be in the same room as them anymore.
The flight of stairs came to an end and he stumbled through the door leading to the roof and fell to his knees. Panting, his shoulders shook as he tried to stop his sobs and even out his breathing. He need to calm down before he hyperventilated. Try as he might though, he couldn't.
The image of them together was burned into his mind. He couldn't understand how this could happen to him, why it happened to him. He was faithful right? He always paid attention to his ex-lover right? So, where did things go wrong?
With a sob, he sat up and brought his knees to his chest and hid his tear stained face within the dark denim of his jeans. Everything was just so fucked up and no matter how much his soul cried for things to go back to the way they were, he knew they wouldn't. He had been the one to let You go after all.
The sound of the door he had come through not moments ago opening had him curling closer to his knees. Why couldn't they understand he just wanted to be alone right now?
Strong tattooed arms wrapped around him and pulled him to rest aganist a slim chest. At once, he was engulfed in the scent of cigarettes and home and he knew who's arms he was in. Those same arms held him and gave him the strength to finally leave You.
Uncurling, he turn in the embrace and threw his arms around Ju-Ken's waist and hid his face in his chest. "I did it. I left Ju-ken, I left him."
Those arms tighten around him and a chin rested atop his head. "I know, Gaku, I know."
Maybe, with Ju-Ken at his side, he could move on and forget You. Maybe with Ju-Ken, his soul would stop aching so fucking much. Maybe, Ju-Ken could heal him.
Paring: [Past] Gackt/You, You/Chachamaru [Hinted] Gackt/Ju-Ken
Disclaimer: Oh yea, I own them, just like I own the Taj Mahal. Note the sarcasm there.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I did it, I left him."
Notes: Well, this was going to be for the gacktjob_fics weekly prompt but, I have something cuter in mind for that ^^ Also, this can be seen as a sequel to Unfaithful.
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His heart pounded in his ears, blood raced through his veins and his chest burned as his lugs tried to take in the much needed oxygen but, he didn't stop his mad dash up the flight of endless stairs. He just had to get away, he had to! He couldn't bare to be in the same room as them anymore.
The flight of stairs came to an end and he stumbled through the door leading to the roof and fell to his knees. Panting, his shoulders shook as he tried to stop his sobs and even out his breathing. He need to calm down before he hyperventilated. Try as he might though, he couldn't.
The image of them together was burned into his mind. He couldn't understand how this could happen to him, why it happened to him. He was faithful right? He always paid attention to his ex-lover right? So, where did things go wrong?
With a sob, he sat up and brought his knees to his chest and hid his tear stained face within the dark denim of his jeans. Everything was just so fucked up and no matter how much his soul cried for things to go back to the way they were, he knew they wouldn't. He had been the one to let You go after all.
The sound of the door he had come through not moments ago opening had him curling closer to his knees. Why couldn't they understand he just wanted to be alone right now?
Strong tattooed arms wrapped around him and pulled him to rest aganist a slim chest. At once, he was engulfed in the scent of cigarettes and home and he knew who's arms he was in. Those same arms held him and gave him the strength to finally leave You.
Uncurling, he turn in the embrace and threw his arms around Ju-Ken's waist and hid his face in his chest. "I did it. I left Ju-ken, I left him."
Those arms tighten around him and a chin rested atop his head. "I know, Gaku, I know."
Maybe, with Ju-Ken at his side, he could move on and forget You. Maybe with Ju-Ken, his soul would stop aching so fucking much. Maybe, Ju-Ken could heal him.