[Fanfiction - The GazettE] 74 Seconds to Heartbreak Uruha/Kai Oneshot
Title: 74 Seconds to Heartbreak
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, angst,
Band: The GazettE
Pairing(s): Uruha x Kai/ Kai x Uruha
WARNINGS: Boy x Boy relationships, strong language.
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own them . . . In fact Kai's in my kitchen right now (huhuhuuu~) No, I don't own them o.e
Rating: PG
Synopsis: "1 minute 14 seconds. That was Yutaka's estimated time. The time he had left until his heart was broken."
Notes: This suddenly came to mind when I was waiting for my PS3 to finish updating >.> I wanted to play LittleBigPlanet God DAMN IT!! xD
This is really short - only a thousand words or so. Not as great as my other fics (as if they're good anyway xP) but I hope you enjoy nonetheless (^///////^) I haven't written Uru x Kai for a long while (^^)
More Oneshots can be found in my fanfic archive ~ (HERE)
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1 minute 14 seconds.
That was the time Yutaka had estimated a break-up conversation to last.
Of course there had to be a certain structure to such a sensitive issue as this.
Firstly, there was the regretful look - check.
Then there was the leaning forward to hold the hands - check.
And next, came the start of the conversation,
“Listen, Yutaka, I have something I want to tell you . . .”
Check,
“I know that me and you haven’t been together long but . . . umm -“
Yutaka doesn’t react, and instead glances to the clock sitting behind his boyfriend on the kitchen wall.
1 minute.
Perhaps it was his boredom of the same conversation over and over that made him so inattentive and uncaring. How many times he’d have to be told to sit down and listen to what the other had to say. Approached by the, “Yutaka, we need to talk,” piece before Yutaka’s world had ended up crashing down again; his heart committed to be broken into tiny pieces once more.
Time after time he’d counted by the seconds until the heartbreak could begin. Until they were finally finished and had whispered those two little words that rang in Yutaka’s ears for days afterwards.
Would this time be any different? Yutaka supposed not,
“What did I do?” he cuts the other off suddenly, and dark eyes concealed by the thickness of a blonde fringe looked back at him widely,
“Nothing, Yutaka, nothing,” Kouyou sounded like he was nervous; Yutaka even felt the tremors passing through his fingers from the blonde’s own,
“Well it must be something,” Yutaka mumbles, his voice bleeding dejection, “I already know what you’re going to say,”
50 seconds.
“I just don’t think it’s working,” Kouyou breathes, his shoulders trembling as he says it, but Yutaka stops to wonder why. Surely if you want to get rid of someone, you should be strong about it.
So was there more to it?
“You’re shaking,” Yutaka points out, gripping the other’s hands tighter as Kouyou breathes out somewhat erratically; his shadow on the kitchen floor following suit,
“S-Sorry,” Kouyou splutters and to Yutaka’s complete surprise, he bursts into tears against the table.
Well this had never happened before.
40 seconds left . . .
“Why are you doing this?” Yutaka’s voice trembles as he watches the other cry silently with his head hung low, a few tears dropping onto Yutaka’s knuckles,
“Oh Yu . . .” Kouyou sobs even still, and his words stumble over themselves the more he tries to get himself together.
Why was he crying? In the history of all the break-ups Yutaka had been through, not once had there been a flicker of guilt from the other, not one sign of regret or signal of heavy heartedness.
That was until now. And Yutaka felt his heart jump a touch,
“Kou, tell me what’s going on,” he says slowly, gently, and he strokes the backs of Kouyou’s hands with his thumbs, encouraging him for an answer.
Despite being able to estimate the time it takes to break up with somebody; Yutaka hadn’t, as of yet, worked out a strategy of how to stop one. He’d had it done to him so many times; had his hopes dashed, had his feelings spill to the ground in a sudden birth of ashes that sometimes he didn’t have the emotional strength to fight for what they had.
But Kouyou was different. In the four months they had been dating, no other person in school could come close to how happy Kouyou made Yutaka feel.
30 seconds.
Kouyou hesitates, breaking a hand away from Yutaka’s grasp to wipe away the tears, “I’m sorry, Yutaka, I just . . . I can’t do this,”
Yutaka’s eyebrows furrow as he analyses his lover closely, fighting the urge to burst into tears himself; he wasn’t ready for this to be over. After all, just because they’d been together for only four months didn’t mean that Yutaka’s feelings hadn’t lasted for longer.
After all, it had almost been a year that Yutaka had held feelings for his tall, blonde classmate; and if it hadn’t been for him overhearing the conversation between Yutaka and his best friend, Akira, they probably wouldn’t be together now; Yutaka would still be admiring him from a shadow.
Didn’t that suggest that they were meant for each other?
“Kou, talk to me . . .” Yutaka urges, “I can tell you don’t want to do this. What’s happened? Has someone said something to you?”
Kouyou shakes his head but the look in his eyes says something entirely different.
And Yutaka suspects he knows what it is,
“Your dad . . .” he breathes, “. . . Isn’t it?”
“NO!” Kouyou blares suddenly, and Yutaka struggles to keep up as his lover stands suddenly, his chair knocked to the floor, “No . . . my father wants -“ Yutaka stands too and watches with mild discomfort as the blonde paces back and forth in the middle of the room, his hands scrunching the long strands of his hair in anguish, “He-He only wants the best for me,”
Yutaka comes to stand near him, “Kou, you know that’s not true,”
20 seconds.
“He only wants me to stop seeing you because he knows it will interfere with my studies!” Kouyou looks at Yutaka pleadingly, even going so far as gripping the front of the brunette’s shirt with trembling hands, “That’s . . . That’s all, right? It’s completely logical! Completely!”
Yutaka stares back at him calmly, knowing his father’s manipulative ways had seemed to have taken their toll at long last.
Yutaka had met Kouyou’s parents several times; invited over for dinner often after school, mostly on Wednesdays when the two had the least homework to do for the following day. Kouyou’s mother was a complete treasure; lovely smile, warming personality, motherly and loving towards her son like any other parent would be. On top of that, she made a killer homemade apple pie.
Kouyou’s father on the other hand. That was a different story.
Fucking homophobe . . .
Kouyou continues to shake, and Yutaka can’t help but give in to the urge and take him into his arms, Kouyou seemingly grateful for the touch; gripping Yutaka’s shoulders hard,
“Kouyou, sweetie, your dad is lying,” Yutaka says softly, “This isn’t because of your studies; this is because he can’t accept that you’re gay,”
A loud sob fills the room,
“He can’t accept it and he’s beginning to control you,” Yutaka pats his back as more cries follow, “After this, he’ll want you in his sight 24/7. He’ll confiscate your mobile phone and keep tabs on where you’re going and who you're with. Baby, you have to fight him,”
Kouyou wails and shakes his head.
Yutaka closes his eyes, “Then say it,”
It sounded like Kouyou was trying to say something; but Yutaka couldn’t discern a single word,
10 . . .
“Say it,” Yutaka says firmly, his body starting to shake against the other’s, pulling away to look the other in the eye, “Look at me and tell me the words,”
Those two little words,
“Tell me ‘it’s over’,” Yutaka whispers, wiping away the blonde’s tears with tentative fingers, “If you mean it, you say it to me right now,”
He can see the other struggle with himself, his hands clenching into fists beside him and that, at least, gives Yutaka something to work with,
“You can’t can you?” he murmurs, Kouyou pressing his fists to his eyes,
“I can’t . . . Yu, I can’t -“ he cries to the floor, Yutaka smiling sadly as he steps closer again, his hands lowering Kouyou’s fists to hold them in his own,
“Why not?” Yutaka whispers softly, inches away from the blonde’s lips. Those lips that Yutaka had enjoyed losing himself against time and time again; the kisses shared between them still fresh in his mind even now,
5 . . .
A rush of electricity flows through Yutaka’s spine as Kouyou presses their foreheads together, squeezing Yutaka’s hands tighter,
“Because . . . I’m in love with you,”
Zero.
*
A/N: Comments are wonderfully appreciated as always my lovelies *huggles* I can't think of a present this time so . . . err . . . use your imagination xD xD xD
ALSO I listened to a song on replay while writing this, which helped a bit ^-^ It's by a band called Evans Blue and the song is "Possession" It's on YouTube somewhere - so go take a listen NAOOOOO!!! It's veerrrryyyyy beautiful <3 ^w^
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, angst,
Band: The GazettE
Pairing(s): Uruha x Kai/ Kai x Uruha
WARNINGS: Boy x Boy relationships, strong language.
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own them . . . In fact Kai's in my kitchen right now (huhuhuuu~) No, I don't own them o.e
Rating: PG
Synopsis: "1 minute 14 seconds. That was Yutaka's estimated time. The time he had left until his heart was broken."
Notes: This suddenly came to mind when I was waiting for my PS3 to finish updating >.> I wanted to play LittleBigPlanet God DAMN IT!! xD
This is really short - only a thousand words or so. Not as great as my other fics (as if they're good anyway xP) but I hope you enjoy nonetheless (^///////^) I haven't written Uru x Kai for a long while (^^)
More Oneshots can be found in my fanfic archive ~ (HERE)
*
1 minute 14 seconds.
That was the time Yutaka had estimated a break-up conversation to last.
Of course there had to be a certain structure to such a sensitive issue as this.
Firstly, there was the regretful look - check.
Then there was the leaning forward to hold the hands - check.
And next, came the start of the conversation,
“Listen, Yutaka, I have something I want to tell you . . .”
Check,
“I know that me and you haven’t been together long but . . . umm -“
Yutaka doesn’t react, and instead glances to the clock sitting behind his boyfriend on the kitchen wall.
1 minute.
Perhaps it was his boredom of the same conversation over and over that made him so inattentive and uncaring. How many times he’d have to be told to sit down and listen to what the other had to say. Approached by the, “Yutaka, we need to talk,” piece before Yutaka’s world had ended up crashing down again; his heart committed to be broken into tiny pieces once more.
Time after time he’d counted by the seconds until the heartbreak could begin. Until they were finally finished and had whispered those two little words that rang in Yutaka’s ears for days afterwards.
Would this time be any different? Yutaka supposed not,
“What did I do?” he cuts the other off suddenly, and dark eyes concealed by the thickness of a blonde fringe looked back at him widely,
“Nothing, Yutaka, nothing,” Kouyou sounded like he was nervous; Yutaka even felt the tremors passing through his fingers from the blonde’s own,
“Well it must be something,” Yutaka mumbles, his voice bleeding dejection, “I already know what you’re going to say,”
50 seconds.
“I just don’t think it’s working,” Kouyou breathes, his shoulders trembling as he says it, but Yutaka stops to wonder why. Surely if you want to get rid of someone, you should be strong about it.
So was there more to it?
“You’re shaking,” Yutaka points out, gripping the other’s hands tighter as Kouyou breathes out somewhat erratically; his shadow on the kitchen floor following suit,
“S-Sorry,” Kouyou splutters and to Yutaka’s complete surprise, he bursts into tears against the table.
Well this had never happened before.
40 seconds left . . .
“Why are you doing this?” Yutaka’s voice trembles as he watches the other cry silently with his head hung low, a few tears dropping onto Yutaka’s knuckles,
“Oh Yu . . .” Kouyou sobs even still, and his words stumble over themselves the more he tries to get himself together.
Why was he crying? In the history of all the break-ups Yutaka had been through, not once had there been a flicker of guilt from the other, not one sign of regret or signal of heavy heartedness.
That was until now. And Yutaka felt his heart jump a touch,
“Kou, tell me what’s going on,” he says slowly, gently, and he strokes the backs of Kouyou’s hands with his thumbs, encouraging him for an answer.
Despite being able to estimate the time it takes to break up with somebody; Yutaka hadn’t, as of yet, worked out a strategy of how to stop one. He’d had it done to him so many times; had his hopes dashed, had his feelings spill to the ground in a sudden birth of ashes that sometimes he didn’t have the emotional strength to fight for what they had.
But Kouyou was different. In the four months they had been dating, no other person in school could come close to how happy Kouyou made Yutaka feel.
30 seconds.
Kouyou hesitates, breaking a hand away from Yutaka’s grasp to wipe away the tears, “I’m sorry, Yutaka, I just . . . I can’t do this,”
Yutaka’s eyebrows furrow as he analyses his lover closely, fighting the urge to burst into tears himself; he wasn’t ready for this to be over. After all, just because they’d been together for only four months didn’t mean that Yutaka’s feelings hadn’t lasted for longer.
After all, it had almost been a year that Yutaka had held feelings for his tall, blonde classmate; and if it hadn’t been for him overhearing the conversation between Yutaka and his best friend, Akira, they probably wouldn’t be together now; Yutaka would still be admiring him from a shadow.
Didn’t that suggest that they were meant for each other?
“Kou, talk to me . . .” Yutaka urges, “I can tell you don’t want to do this. What’s happened? Has someone said something to you?”
Kouyou shakes his head but the look in his eyes says something entirely different.
And Yutaka suspects he knows what it is,
“Your dad . . .” he breathes, “. . . Isn’t it?”
“NO!” Kouyou blares suddenly, and Yutaka struggles to keep up as his lover stands suddenly, his chair knocked to the floor, “No . . . my father wants -“ Yutaka stands too and watches with mild discomfort as the blonde paces back and forth in the middle of the room, his hands scrunching the long strands of his hair in anguish, “He-He only wants the best for me,”
Yutaka comes to stand near him, “Kou, you know that’s not true,”
20 seconds.
“He only wants me to stop seeing you because he knows it will interfere with my studies!” Kouyou looks at Yutaka pleadingly, even going so far as gripping the front of the brunette’s shirt with trembling hands, “That’s . . . That’s all, right? It’s completely logical! Completely!”
Yutaka stares back at him calmly, knowing his father’s manipulative ways had seemed to have taken their toll at long last.
Yutaka had met Kouyou’s parents several times; invited over for dinner often after school, mostly on Wednesdays when the two had the least homework to do for the following day. Kouyou’s mother was a complete treasure; lovely smile, warming personality, motherly and loving towards her son like any other parent would be. On top of that, she made a killer homemade apple pie.
Kouyou’s father on the other hand. That was a different story.
Fucking homophobe . . .
Kouyou continues to shake, and Yutaka can’t help but give in to the urge and take him into his arms, Kouyou seemingly grateful for the touch; gripping Yutaka’s shoulders hard,
“Kouyou, sweetie, your dad is lying,” Yutaka says softly, “This isn’t because of your studies; this is because he can’t accept that you’re gay,”
A loud sob fills the room,
“He can’t accept it and he’s beginning to control you,” Yutaka pats his back as more cries follow, “After this, he’ll want you in his sight 24/7. He’ll confiscate your mobile phone and keep tabs on where you’re going and who you're with. Baby, you have to fight him,”
Kouyou wails and shakes his head.
Yutaka closes his eyes, “Then say it,”
It sounded like Kouyou was trying to say something; but Yutaka couldn’t discern a single word,
10 . . .
“Say it,” Yutaka says firmly, his body starting to shake against the other’s, pulling away to look the other in the eye, “Look at me and tell me the words,”
Those two little words,
“Tell me ‘it’s over’,” Yutaka whispers, wiping away the blonde’s tears with tentative fingers, “If you mean it, you say it to me right now,”
He can see the other struggle with himself, his hands clenching into fists beside him and that, at least, gives Yutaka something to work with,
“You can’t can you?” he murmurs, Kouyou pressing his fists to his eyes,
“I can’t . . . Yu, I can’t -“ he cries to the floor, Yutaka smiling sadly as he steps closer again, his hands lowering Kouyou’s fists to hold them in his own,
“Why not?” Yutaka whispers softly, inches away from the blonde’s lips. Those lips that Yutaka had enjoyed losing himself against time and time again; the kisses shared between them still fresh in his mind even now,
5 . . .
A rush of electricity flows through Yutaka’s spine as Kouyou presses their foreheads together, squeezing Yutaka’s hands tighter,
“Because . . . I’m in love with you,”
Zero.
*
A/N: Comments are wonderfully appreciated as always my lovelies *huggles* I can't think of a present this time so . . . err . . . use your imagination xD xD xD
ALSO I listened to a song on replay while writing this, which helped a bit ^-^ It's by a band called Evans Blue and the song is "Possession" It's on YouTube somewhere - so go take a listen NAOOOOO!!! It's veerrrryyyyy beautiful <3 ^w^