Prompt 1: Alone
Title: Alone
Author: pe_gret
Pairing: Ruki x Uruha; Aoi x Uruha (hinted)
Bands Included:The GazettE
Chapter: One-shot; 1 Situation/100 Situations
Genre: Romance; Angst
Rating: PG
Synopsis: “There had been a reason why they had broken up, right? “
Warnings: Kinda sad; AU
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GazettE yet. ಠ_ಠ
He curled up in a ball at the corner of his bed, closing his eyes tightly and breathing in heavily and loudly, hoping no one was home so they wouldn’t hear him. At this point, Takanori didn’t even care if they heard him or not, because the negative feelings just needed to flow out of him. He had grown sick of pretending to be okay just to keep people happy, since his parents would get mad at him when he reflected his feelings on his facial expressions. They didn’t think it was all that necessary to cry about simple things, like his juice spilling, or his younger brother accidentally stepping on his toes.
What they didn’t understand was that it wasn’t the little things that were making him cry, but all the big, small and medium things that piled up inside of him. All those times when he wanted to cry and he didn’t want to show it, those times when he didn’t want to live but he had to endure and those times where he cared but he had to pretend that he didn’t. It all happened way too quickly and he now he couldn’t take it anymore.
His tears spilled from his eyes as he shook violently. He heard one of his younger brothers knocking on the door loudly, wanting him to open it up just so he could see one of his stick figure families on wrinkled sheets of paper. He held his breath, hoping that the younger would go away, and after a few minutes of trying to get him to unlock the door, his brother gave up on him.
His phone vibrated on his bed, under his pillow, and Takanori didn’t move for a good minute or two. Finally, his curiosity got to him and he checked the message that was on his phone.
”From: Kouyou
Hey, what’s up?”
He threw his phone across the room, hearing it hit the wall loudly and falling on the fluffy carpet. He bit so hard on his chapped lips that blood spilled from them and he just licked the copper-tasting liquid to ease the stinging pain. He broke. His pressed his mouth harshly against his pillow, leaving bloody kisses and closing his eyes tighter. He screamed. He screamed so loud, but his pillow took most of the blow. On the outside, it just sounded like an ant begging for help. The emotion it held could kill someone.
”Taka…” Kouyou mumbled, sitting closer to Takanori than he should have. “I really like you. And I know you like me too.” His eyes were serious and endearing, and all Takanori could do was bask in the glory of what was soon-to-be his Kouyou, that boy that lived down the street from him.
“Uh-huh…” That was all he could manage to say.
“Go out with me…” Kouyou punched Takanori’s arm playfully.
“Uh-huh…”
Takanori bit down on his pillow some more as the flashback played in his head, much like it had for several days now. He was being constantly reminded of what used to be and he was going crazy. It hurt, it hurt so much. It hurt that his family didn’t know about this so they continued to give him a hard time. It hurt that his school work was piling up despite those sleepless nights where he’d just wish he could get Kouyou back, and lastly…Kouyou probably didn’t feel the same way, or care either.
Kouyou seemed to have gotten over it.
Takanori looked down at his phone, that morning before he had to go rake his neighbor’s leaves. She was old and needed help, and he was not heartless enough to allow an old woman to rake her own leaves. He was putting on his pants while he had been texting Kouyou, the usual “what’s up” and things like that. His phone vibrated before he walked out and he looked at the last message he’d see from Kouyou in a few hours.
“From: Kouyou
I’m just having breakfast with YuuYuu-chan~”
Takanori stared at his phone for the longest time before he threw it across the room, much like he did any time Kouyou mentioned someone else. Kouyou was his treasure and he couldn’t stand anyone else spending time with him when he hadn’t seen him even though he lived so close by. Neither one of them felt enough confidence to go see each other anymore.
Takanori walked out of his room, that image still stuck in his head.”
Takanori screamed into his pillow once more, not being able to take his anger anymore. He took his wrist and bit down on it harshly because he was too much of a coward to actually slash his wrists with something harmful. His teeth stung as they pierced holes into his skin, and he the blood smeared across it, more copper flavor filling his mouth. He didn’t stop biting until another memory returned to him and he was in such a daze that he couldn’t feel angry anymore.
It was a cold evening, a football game was going on at school. The night stars filled the sky, and bright, blinding lights were trying to drown them out. Kouyou didn’t really like that very much, and he didn’t even like football either. He was just there because Takanori was there so he didn’t really complain about it.
Takanori was watching the game attentively, mainly because he was too scared to look at Kouyou in the eyes. They had been a couple for about 3 weeks now, but neither one of them had gotten accustomed to actually doing “couple things”. They hadn’t held hands, they hadn’t cuddled, and they hadn’t even kissed yet. Takanori was getting impatient about it, but he didn’t say anything.
“Taka.” Kouyou barely touched Takanori’s fingers which were settled on his lap. Takanori looked down at his fingers as Kouyou attempted to hold his hand, making some success.
“Hm?” Takanori tilted his head.
Kouyou didn’t say anything, but he took Takanori’s hand tighter in his and he pulled him up, taking him behind the bleachers where the light didn’t really reach them. They sat down on the grass, wearing big sweaters because it was freezing, but they didn’t really help. It was still cold.
“Why are we-“
Takanori’s words were stopped by soft lips on his. They were something that he had never experienced before, this being his first kiss ever. Kouyou moved his lips softly on his, and soon Takanori found the courage to do the same. The kiss didn’t deepen at all. It was so small and sweet, but it was pretty long for a first kiss. By the time they were done, Kouyou’s hands were both on Takanori’s cheeks.
“I wanted to kiss you.”
“Okay.”
Takanori sucked on his bottom lip softly, thinking of that kiss that he wish he could keep in a bottle and get it whenever he wanted. His eyes closed again and he took deep breaths, trying to make some sense in his head. There had been a reason why they had broken up, right?
”I don’t think I should shave the sides of my head anymore.” Takanori mumbled, lighting a cigarette and pressing it to his own lips, inhaling it.
“Why not?” Kouyou looked at him, taking Takanori’s cig and placing it on his own lips. He didn’t smoke anymore, but he wanted to taste what Takanori’s lips had been on.
“Because some people tell me I look ugly. Even when I grow my hair out, people tell me I look ugly, I guess.” Takanori shrugged. “Do you think I look ugly?”
“I don’t judge people by looks.”
“That was a yes, wasn’t it, you bastard?” Takanori said to himself after the flashback ended. “I was so ugly and you got freaking bored of me, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?” Takanori glanced at his phone that was sitting innocently on the floor, waiting for someone to pick it up. Takanori didn’t know it had vibrated three times already.
Kouyou never called him beautiful. Handsome. Cute. Pretty. He just always told him he had a nice personality and it made him sick to his stomach. For some reason, Kouyou never complimented his looks ever, despite how sweet he could be to him. It hurt Takanori’s feelings. He wanted to feel good about himself, but he couldn’t because Kouyou never told him things like that.
”Kouyou, I wanna see you.” Takanori whispered into the phone so his younger brothers couldn’t hear him outside of his room.
“I can’t today, I’m going out with my friends.” Kouyou talked normal.
“Oh…the day after?” Takanori suggested.
“Can’t. Oh, Akira is here.” Kouyou hung up without even saying good bye.
“What did I do to you, Kouyou?” Takanori whispered into his pillow. “Why did you get so bored of me all of the sudden. His phone vibrated again and he didn’t hear that one either. He just continued feeling sorry for himself.
”I love you, but I need to be a little more important to you.” Takanori said sadly, holding on to Kouyou’s hand. Kouyou was shamelessly texting someone else while Takanori attempted to have a serious conversation with him, so things weren’t really going well at all. Takanori took Kouyou’s chin and turned it to him so Kouyou was looking at him right in the eye. “Listen to me.”
“You want to break up.” Kouyou said it in the most “I’m a victim” voice that he could muster up. Takanori couldn’t believe how Kouyou could make him look like the bad guy despite his feverish efforts to try to keep them together.
“I don’t want to, but if you don’t feel the same way I do, then I don’t think it will work out.” Takanori looked at him. “Please, let’s fix this.”
“We are never going to fix things.” Kouyou shook his head, pushing Takanori’s hand away. “You and I are just split apart further and further.
“What do you think is splitting us apart?” Takanori muttered.
Kouyou simply got up and left, leaving Takanori talking to himself.
“Why, Kouyou…” Takanori cried some more, taking longer breaths and feeling more relaxed because he had finally released his emotions.
Since then, they had become friends again, somehow, because Kouyou made it seem like nothing had ever happened. Takanori just followed along with whatever game he had been playing. Takanori sighed and stood from his bed, taking his phone and stuffing it back under his pillow not bothering to check if there were any messages in there for him.
-
Kouyou held his pillow tightly to his chest, staring at his phone. It had been almost an hour and 20 messages he had sent to Takanori, asking him to talk about something. Kouyou took deep breaths and thought about what Takanori could be thinking when he saw them.
Or maybe he wasn’t thinking because he hadn’t seen them because he was with someone else.
It could be happening. Finally, Kouyou got frustrated and decided to call him, and if he didn’t answer, he’d call him again and again until he picked up. If his voicemail became full, he’d grow some and go to his house.
He dialed the numbers quickly, pressing the phone to his ear with a sickly face.
Beep…Beep…Beep…
“What do you want?” An irritated Takanori picked up the phone.
“I love you.”
-
Author’s Note: First prompt for my “100 Situations” thing.
I came up with this while washing the dishes. My mom was in a bad mood and decided she’d piss me off when I was already feeling hurt. I cried while writing this, which is a bit silly. I feel much better now, though. I will be using these to relieve my stress, I believe.
If you are commenting, leave me a random noun at the end of it. I will write a story with that noun as the title/symbol eventually. Or a verb is okay. Something that maybe get my brain juices flowing. Yup.
I hope this was enjoyable, despite the angst.
Author: pe_gret
Pairing: Ruki x Uruha; Aoi x Uruha (hinted)
Bands Included:The GazettE
Chapter: One-shot; 1 Situation/100 Situations
Genre: Romance; Angst
Rating: PG
Synopsis: “There had been a reason why they had broken up, right? “
Warnings: Kinda sad; AU
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GazettE yet. ಠ_ಠ
He curled up in a ball at the corner of his bed, closing his eyes tightly and breathing in heavily and loudly, hoping no one was home so they wouldn’t hear him. At this point, Takanori didn’t even care if they heard him or not, because the negative feelings just needed to flow out of him. He had grown sick of pretending to be okay just to keep people happy, since his parents would get mad at him when he reflected his feelings on his facial expressions. They didn’t think it was all that necessary to cry about simple things, like his juice spilling, or his younger brother accidentally stepping on his toes.
What they didn’t understand was that it wasn’t the little things that were making him cry, but all the big, small and medium things that piled up inside of him. All those times when he wanted to cry and he didn’t want to show it, those times when he didn’t want to live but he had to endure and those times where he cared but he had to pretend that he didn’t. It all happened way too quickly and he now he couldn’t take it anymore.
His tears spilled from his eyes as he shook violently. He heard one of his younger brothers knocking on the door loudly, wanting him to open it up just so he could see one of his stick figure families on wrinkled sheets of paper. He held his breath, hoping that the younger would go away, and after a few minutes of trying to get him to unlock the door, his brother gave up on him.
His phone vibrated on his bed, under his pillow, and Takanori didn’t move for a good minute or two. Finally, his curiosity got to him and he checked the message that was on his phone.
”From: Kouyou
Hey, what’s up?”
He threw his phone across the room, hearing it hit the wall loudly and falling on the fluffy carpet. He bit so hard on his chapped lips that blood spilled from them and he just licked the copper-tasting liquid to ease the stinging pain. He broke. His pressed his mouth harshly against his pillow, leaving bloody kisses and closing his eyes tighter. He screamed. He screamed so loud, but his pillow took most of the blow. On the outside, it just sounded like an ant begging for help. The emotion it held could kill someone.
”Taka…” Kouyou mumbled, sitting closer to Takanori than he should have. “I really like you. And I know you like me too.” His eyes were serious and endearing, and all Takanori could do was bask in the glory of what was soon-to-be his Kouyou, that boy that lived down the street from him.
“Uh-huh…” That was all he could manage to say.
“Go out with me…” Kouyou punched Takanori’s arm playfully.
“Uh-huh…”
Takanori bit down on his pillow some more as the flashback played in his head, much like it had for several days now. He was being constantly reminded of what used to be and he was going crazy. It hurt, it hurt so much. It hurt that his family didn’t know about this so they continued to give him a hard time. It hurt that his school work was piling up despite those sleepless nights where he’d just wish he could get Kouyou back, and lastly…Kouyou probably didn’t feel the same way, or care either.
Kouyou seemed to have gotten over it.
Takanori looked down at his phone, that morning before he had to go rake his neighbor’s leaves. She was old and needed help, and he was not heartless enough to allow an old woman to rake her own leaves. He was putting on his pants while he had been texting Kouyou, the usual “what’s up” and things like that. His phone vibrated before he walked out and he looked at the last message he’d see from Kouyou in a few hours.
“From: Kouyou
I’m just having breakfast with YuuYuu-chan~”
Takanori stared at his phone for the longest time before he threw it across the room, much like he did any time Kouyou mentioned someone else. Kouyou was his treasure and he couldn’t stand anyone else spending time with him when he hadn’t seen him even though he lived so close by. Neither one of them felt enough confidence to go see each other anymore.
Takanori walked out of his room, that image still stuck in his head.”
Takanori screamed into his pillow once more, not being able to take his anger anymore. He took his wrist and bit down on it harshly because he was too much of a coward to actually slash his wrists with something harmful. His teeth stung as they pierced holes into his skin, and he the blood smeared across it, more copper flavor filling his mouth. He didn’t stop biting until another memory returned to him and he was in such a daze that he couldn’t feel angry anymore.
It was a cold evening, a football game was going on at school. The night stars filled the sky, and bright, blinding lights were trying to drown them out. Kouyou didn’t really like that very much, and he didn’t even like football either. He was just there because Takanori was there so he didn’t really complain about it.
Takanori was watching the game attentively, mainly because he was too scared to look at Kouyou in the eyes. They had been a couple for about 3 weeks now, but neither one of them had gotten accustomed to actually doing “couple things”. They hadn’t held hands, they hadn’t cuddled, and they hadn’t even kissed yet. Takanori was getting impatient about it, but he didn’t say anything.
“Taka.” Kouyou barely touched Takanori’s fingers which were settled on his lap. Takanori looked down at his fingers as Kouyou attempted to hold his hand, making some success.
“Hm?” Takanori tilted his head.
Kouyou didn’t say anything, but he took Takanori’s hand tighter in his and he pulled him up, taking him behind the bleachers where the light didn’t really reach them. They sat down on the grass, wearing big sweaters because it was freezing, but they didn’t really help. It was still cold.
“Why are we-“
Takanori’s words were stopped by soft lips on his. They were something that he had never experienced before, this being his first kiss ever. Kouyou moved his lips softly on his, and soon Takanori found the courage to do the same. The kiss didn’t deepen at all. It was so small and sweet, but it was pretty long for a first kiss. By the time they were done, Kouyou’s hands were both on Takanori’s cheeks.
“I wanted to kiss you.”
“Okay.”
Takanori sucked on his bottom lip softly, thinking of that kiss that he wish he could keep in a bottle and get it whenever he wanted. His eyes closed again and he took deep breaths, trying to make some sense in his head. There had been a reason why they had broken up, right?
”I don’t think I should shave the sides of my head anymore.” Takanori mumbled, lighting a cigarette and pressing it to his own lips, inhaling it.
“Why not?” Kouyou looked at him, taking Takanori’s cig and placing it on his own lips. He didn’t smoke anymore, but he wanted to taste what Takanori’s lips had been on.
“Because some people tell me I look ugly. Even when I grow my hair out, people tell me I look ugly, I guess.” Takanori shrugged. “Do you think I look ugly?”
“I don’t judge people by looks.”
“That was a yes, wasn’t it, you bastard?” Takanori said to himself after the flashback ended. “I was so ugly and you got freaking bored of me, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?” Takanori glanced at his phone that was sitting innocently on the floor, waiting for someone to pick it up. Takanori didn’t know it had vibrated three times already.
Kouyou never called him beautiful. Handsome. Cute. Pretty. He just always told him he had a nice personality and it made him sick to his stomach. For some reason, Kouyou never complimented his looks ever, despite how sweet he could be to him. It hurt Takanori’s feelings. He wanted to feel good about himself, but he couldn’t because Kouyou never told him things like that.
”Kouyou, I wanna see you.” Takanori whispered into the phone so his younger brothers couldn’t hear him outside of his room.
“I can’t today, I’m going out with my friends.” Kouyou talked normal.
“Oh…the day after?” Takanori suggested.
“Can’t. Oh, Akira is here.” Kouyou hung up without even saying good bye.
“What did I do to you, Kouyou?” Takanori whispered into his pillow. “Why did you get so bored of me all of the sudden. His phone vibrated again and he didn’t hear that one either. He just continued feeling sorry for himself.
”I love you, but I need to be a little more important to you.” Takanori said sadly, holding on to Kouyou’s hand. Kouyou was shamelessly texting someone else while Takanori attempted to have a serious conversation with him, so things weren’t really going well at all. Takanori took Kouyou’s chin and turned it to him so Kouyou was looking at him right in the eye. “Listen to me.”
“You want to break up.” Kouyou said it in the most “I’m a victim” voice that he could muster up. Takanori couldn’t believe how Kouyou could make him look like the bad guy despite his feverish efforts to try to keep them together.
“I don’t want to, but if you don’t feel the same way I do, then I don’t think it will work out.” Takanori looked at him. “Please, let’s fix this.”
“We are never going to fix things.” Kouyou shook his head, pushing Takanori’s hand away. “You and I are just split apart further and further.
“What do you think is splitting us apart?” Takanori muttered.
Kouyou simply got up and left, leaving Takanori talking to himself.
“Why, Kouyou…” Takanori cried some more, taking longer breaths and feeling more relaxed because he had finally released his emotions.
Since then, they had become friends again, somehow, because Kouyou made it seem like nothing had ever happened. Takanori just followed along with whatever game he had been playing. Takanori sighed and stood from his bed, taking his phone and stuffing it back under his pillow not bothering to check if there were any messages in there for him.
-
Kouyou held his pillow tightly to his chest, staring at his phone. It had been almost an hour and 20 messages he had sent to Takanori, asking him to talk about something. Kouyou took deep breaths and thought about what Takanori could be thinking when he saw them.
Or maybe he wasn’t thinking because he hadn’t seen them because he was with someone else.
It could be happening. Finally, Kouyou got frustrated and decided to call him, and if he didn’t answer, he’d call him again and again until he picked up. If his voicemail became full, he’d grow some and go to his house.
He dialed the numbers quickly, pressing the phone to his ear with a sickly face.
Beep…Beep…Beep…
“What do you want?” An irritated Takanori picked up the phone.
“I love you.”
-
Author’s Note: First prompt for my “100 Situations” thing.
I came up with this while washing the dishes. My mom was in a bad mood and decided she’d piss me off when I was already feeling hurt. I cried while writing this, which is a bit silly. I feel much better now, though. I will be using these to relieve my stress, I believe.
If you are commenting, leave me a random noun at the end of it. I will write a story with that noun as the title/symbol eventually. Or a verb is okay. Something that maybe get my brain juices flowing. Yup.
I hope this was enjoyable, despite the angst.