When the May rain comes (1/1)
Title: When the May rain comes
Author:
neo_arumina
Fandom: JRock, Nightmare
Pairings: allusions to previous Ni~ya x Sakito
Rating: PG
Summary: He felt unnaturally cold now, as if he was drenched in the rain water to the core of his body, perhaps that’s how betrayed love felt like.
Warnings: Drama, angst
Notes: I was depressed and couldn’t sleep…so I wrote this. Based off the song "When the May rain comes" by Masafumi Takada, which is taken from the Killer7 soundtrack
The November rain was so dense it appeared to be a solid wall of water, pouring endlessly from the darkened skies above. It was as if the angels in heaven were crying over an imminent tragedy, or the one that had already befallen the lead guitarist of Nightmare.
Ni~ya had called Sakito earlier that morning, like the coward he was, and said he couldn’t lie to him anymore, and then he had confessed he had fallen in love with someone else and even though he didn’t say it, Sakito knew Ni~ya had cheated on him the past two months.
The evidence was clear as daylight to Sakito, Ni~ya had become increasingly nervous around him, questioning Sakito’s faithfulness out of the blue, he had been reluctant to touch his lover, even less kiss him and every time he said ‘I love you’ Sakito swore Ni~ya was looking guilty.
Ever since that phone call it had been raining and Sakito had been standing by the window almost all day, just staring blankly ahead of him. His heart felt like a complete void, and he yet felt everything and nothing at the same time.
Sakito couldn’t help but wish he was cuddled up in Ni~ya’s strong arms, feel the warmth of his body against his own, feel his breath tickle his skin. He felt unnaturally cold now, as if he was drenched in the rain water to the core of his body, perhaps that’s how betrayed love felt like.
He wondered if the rain would ever let up, but he didn’t want it to. In a way he wished it would always rain, and maybe eventually it would seep in through the walls of his house and then through his skin to wash away what was left of Ni~ya within his heart, wash away the thoughts and traces of Ni~ya’s sin.
And then Sakito started to wonder who he had lost against, who he was, what he looked like, what he sounded like…how he felt…
Was he kinder than Sakito? Was he more beautiful? Did he have a sweeter voice, a sweeter touch? Were his embraces more comforting and more assuring than Sakito’s? Were his kisses more passionate and loving? Did his body fit more perfectly against Ni~ya’s?
The questions were never ending and Sakito bit his lip, trying not to think about it, but he couldn’t help but feel so deceived and led behind the curtain. He had shared his home and his bed with Ni~ya… his heart… He had shared everything with the other man, and then the bastard went and tossed him in the trash like Sakito had meant nothing to him.
Even though Sakito knew he had meant something to Ni~ya, it wasn’t any consolation. What had been was no match to what had become and Sakito wondered if Ni~ya would ever miss what they had together, if he would miss Sakito in any way, or if he would regret his mistake.
Maybe when the May rain came it would wash away all the sorrow and hate in Sakito’s heart and give space for hope and love to fill it again. Spring was the time of renewal and the time to fall in love after all and Sakito already longed for a hand to hold, a pair of lips to kiss, a warm body and someone to call his own.
Maybe when the May rain came....
Author:
neo_arumina
Fandom: JRock, Nightmare
Pairings: allusions to previous Ni~ya x Sakito
Rating: PG
Summary: He felt unnaturally cold now, as if he was drenched in the rain water to the core of his body, perhaps that’s how betrayed love felt like.
Warnings: Drama, angst
Notes: I was depressed and couldn’t sleep…so I wrote this. Based off the song "When the May rain comes" by Masafumi Takada, which is taken from the Killer7 soundtrack
The November rain was so dense it appeared to be a solid wall of water, pouring endlessly from the darkened skies above. It was as if the angels in heaven were crying over an imminent tragedy, or the one that had already befallen the lead guitarist of Nightmare.
Ni~ya had called Sakito earlier that morning, like the coward he was, and said he couldn’t lie to him anymore, and then he had confessed he had fallen in love with someone else and even though he didn’t say it, Sakito knew Ni~ya had cheated on him the past two months.
The evidence was clear as daylight to Sakito, Ni~ya had become increasingly nervous around him, questioning Sakito’s faithfulness out of the blue, he had been reluctant to touch his lover, even less kiss him and every time he said ‘I love you’ Sakito swore Ni~ya was looking guilty.
Ever since that phone call it had been raining and Sakito had been standing by the window almost all day, just staring blankly ahead of him. His heart felt like a complete void, and he yet felt everything and nothing at the same time.
Sakito couldn’t help but wish he was cuddled up in Ni~ya’s strong arms, feel the warmth of his body against his own, feel his breath tickle his skin. He felt unnaturally cold now, as if he was drenched in the rain water to the core of his body, perhaps that’s how betrayed love felt like.
He wondered if the rain would ever let up, but he didn’t want it to. In a way he wished it would always rain, and maybe eventually it would seep in through the walls of his house and then through his skin to wash away what was left of Ni~ya within his heart, wash away the thoughts and traces of Ni~ya’s sin.
And then Sakito started to wonder who he had lost against, who he was, what he looked like, what he sounded like…how he felt…
Was he kinder than Sakito? Was he more beautiful? Did he have a sweeter voice, a sweeter touch? Were his embraces more comforting and more assuring than Sakito’s? Were his kisses more passionate and loving? Did his body fit more perfectly against Ni~ya’s?
The questions were never ending and Sakito bit his lip, trying not to think about it, but he couldn’t help but feel so deceived and led behind the curtain. He had shared his home and his bed with Ni~ya… his heart… He had shared everything with the other man, and then the bastard went and tossed him in the trash like Sakito had meant nothing to him.
Even though Sakito knew he had meant something to Ni~ya, it wasn’t any consolation. What had been was no match to what had become and Sakito wondered if Ni~ya would ever miss what they had together, if he would miss Sakito in any way, or if he would regret his mistake.
Maybe when the May rain came it would wash away all the sorrow and hate in Sakito’s heart and give space for hope and love to fill it again. Spring was the time of renewal and the time to fall in love after all and Sakito already longed for a hand to hold, a pair of lips to kiss, a warm body and someone to call his own.
Maybe when the May rain came....