[Drabble] A world apart.
Title: A world apart.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ki/F
Rating: PG
Summary: They were always running away from what they'd made together.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Minor language, angst.
A/N: Inspired by a smushing of I stay to watch you fade away (by myself) and Simulacrum (by omoikkiri), in a very disoriented fashion. Possibly also contributing are Kitayama's dark eye-bags. :( ♥
Fujigaya wouldn’t meet his eyes and that was how Kitayama knew it was true.
“Why?” It was stupid to ask, such an idiotic question. He knew why. They both did. Fujigaya just closed his eyes, shaking his head, and Kitayama could see the first tear trail down his cheek.
“What… what did you expect me to do?” Fujigaya whispered, curling his fingers protectively around the spine of his book.
Kitayama was being defensive, but he was also on edge, too precariously wrapped up in his emotions to stop the words coming out. “I thought this would be good enough. For us.”
“Bullshit.” For all that there were tears in his eyes, Fujigaya’s eyes were sharp and clear. “Bullshit. You never thought this was good enough.
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, but it was Kitayama who looked away next.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Fujigaya asked, voice softening again, and maybe that’s why Kitayama couldn’t look at him anymore. “Wouldn’t realize why you were always dreaming? You never want to be here anymore. I can’t follow you in your dreams, Hiro… and I couldn’t stay here. You know…” and Fujigaya’s voice trembled and Kitayama didn’t have to turn around to know that Fujigaya was curling into himself, hugging his knees, looking for some sort of support. “You know how it is when you’re not here.”
“You should have said something,” Kitayama said finally, turning back to Fujigaya, bracing himself for all the consequences. There was fault on both sides, perhaps. But he’d been the one to run away first this time.
Fujigaya wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes wandering over the battered over of the book, fingers digging into the pages for a moment. “I didn’t… want to, Hiro. You’re happy in those dreams. You’re not when you’re here, right?” He started skimming the pages, wiping stray tears on his sleeve. “I couldn’t stay here though… and I can’t dream like you can. So I went somewhere else instead…”
Kitayama looked around the room, feeling defeated. “Do you want to just… to just stop then?”
Fujigaya was still flipping the pages back and forth, the inked words blurring together, back and forth again, before they stopped, the book snapping shut. “I don’t want to, Hiro.” And Fujigaya was laughing, shaky and broken, but laughing. “I don’t want to… but I think we need to leave. It’s not working and if you’re just going to dream… dream of something better. Then it’s time for me to move on and find something else.”
Slowly, the steps crossing mere feet, but Kitayama felt like he was walking miles to get to Fujigaya, he knelt, reaching out to take Fujigaya’s hand. “I’m sorry, Taisuke.”
“Don’t be,” Fujigaya whispered, shaking his head as he squeezed Kitayama’s hand tightly, the tears still coming, even as he wore that smile Kitayama had fallen in love with. “Don’t be… I’d just rather we not be like this.”
Everything froze for a few moments, both of them knowing it was time to go, but neither of them wanting to be the one.
It was Fujigaya, in the end, slowly pulling his hand away, wiping at his eyes. “I’ll see you around,” he murmured, letting the book drop into his chair as he softly left.
“I hope so,” Kitayama answered, but only when he knew Fujigaya couldn’t hear. Plucking up the book, he gently brushed at the cover.
Romeo and Juliet.
Kitayama frowned, running his finger down the spine. “What were you doing in there, Taisuke…?”
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ki/F
Rating: PG
Summary: They were always running away from what they'd made together.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Minor language, angst.
A/N: Inspired by a smushing of I stay to watch you fade away (by myself) and Simulacrum (by omoikkiri), in a very disoriented fashion. Possibly also contributing are Kitayama's dark eye-bags. :( ♥
Fujigaya wouldn’t meet his eyes and that was how Kitayama knew it was true.
“Why?” It was stupid to ask, such an idiotic question. He knew why. They both did. Fujigaya just closed his eyes, shaking his head, and Kitayama could see the first tear trail down his cheek.
“What… what did you expect me to do?” Fujigaya whispered, curling his fingers protectively around the spine of his book.
Kitayama was being defensive, but he was also on edge, too precariously wrapped up in his emotions to stop the words coming out. “I thought this would be good enough. For us.”
“Bullshit.” For all that there were tears in his eyes, Fujigaya’s eyes were sharp and clear. “Bullshit. You never thought this was good enough.
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, but it was Kitayama who looked away next.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Fujigaya asked, voice softening again, and maybe that’s why Kitayama couldn’t look at him anymore. “Wouldn’t realize why you were always dreaming? You never want to be here anymore. I can’t follow you in your dreams, Hiro… and I couldn’t stay here. You know…” and Fujigaya’s voice trembled and Kitayama didn’t have to turn around to know that Fujigaya was curling into himself, hugging his knees, looking for some sort of support. “You know how it is when you’re not here.”
“You should have said something,” Kitayama said finally, turning back to Fujigaya, bracing himself for all the consequences. There was fault on both sides, perhaps. But he’d been the one to run away first this time.
Fujigaya wasn’t looking at him anymore, his eyes wandering over the battered over of the book, fingers digging into the pages for a moment. “I didn’t… want to, Hiro. You’re happy in those dreams. You’re not when you’re here, right?” He started skimming the pages, wiping stray tears on his sleeve. “I couldn’t stay here though… and I can’t dream like you can. So I went somewhere else instead…”
Kitayama looked around the room, feeling defeated. “Do you want to just… to just stop then?”
Fujigaya was still flipping the pages back and forth, the inked words blurring together, back and forth again, before they stopped, the book snapping shut. “I don’t want to, Hiro.” And Fujigaya was laughing, shaky and broken, but laughing. “I don’t want to… but I think we need to leave. It’s not working and if you’re just going to dream… dream of something better. Then it’s time for me to move on and find something else.”
Slowly, the steps crossing mere feet, but Kitayama felt like he was walking miles to get to Fujigaya, he knelt, reaching out to take Fujigaya’s hand. “I’m sorry, Taisuke.”
“Don’t be,” Fujigaya whispered, shaking his head as he squeezed Kitayama’s hand tightly, the tears still coming, even as he wore that smile Kitayama had fallen in love with. “Don’t be… I’d just rather we not be like this.”
Everything froze for a few moments, both of them knowing it was time to go, but neither of them wanting to be the one.
It was Fujigaya, in the end, slowly pulling his hand away, wiping at his eyes. “I’ll see you around,” he murmured, letting the book drop into his chair as he softly left.
“I hope so,” Kitayama answered, but only when he knew Fujigaya couldn’t hear. Plucking up the book, he gently brushed at the cover.
Romeo and Juliet.
Kitayama frowned, running his finger down the spine. “What were you doing in there, Taisuke…?”