of heartache
Fandom: Backstage Prince
Characters: Ryusei & Akari
Prompts: 18. alone in a crowd & 27. hurt
Word Count: 357
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own Backstage Prince.
Notes: This one falls into canon timeline. Written for 500themes & fanfic50. Prompt tables are here & here.
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Akari watched in silence as the girls around her gasped and giggled over the ads that covered the streets, all starring the same man. There were so many that Akari had stopped trying to count. There was the biggest one, exploiting his kabuki-honed body, clad in only a pair of jeans, his face as charming as ever. There was another, and another, some of only Ryusei’s face, and some of his whole body, and others with just various parts of his body.
On the crowded street, Ryusei was everywhere. Above, below, around; there was no safe haven for Akari to avert her eyes to.
Next to her, a girl her own age cooed as another picture of flickered on, showcasing his long, impossibly long legs.
How long had it been? A week? Probably. Akari had refused to count, adamant in her belief that counting would make the days seem like years. Regardless of that fact, the week had still felt like a year, and she could barely dull the ache in her heart. She remembered the list that Toshiya had given to Ryusei, so packed full that it had made Akari’s head spin. But Ryusei had been determined to do anything he could to establish his own credibility, and now, all around her, was the product of his hard work and determination.
How was it that for every ad that caught her eye, the yearning inside her for Ryusei grew? She was looking at him, after all. Shouldn’t that count for something? When another advertisement flew across the screen before her, she was forced to answer her own question dejectedly. No amount of pictures could fill the need she had for Ryusei. Without seeing him, talking to him, leaning on him, just being with him, a part of her was missing. That part of her, she knew, Ryusei kept closely guarded to him, and it was only with him that she could ever truly feel whole again.
With a sigh, she quickened her step, determined to get out of the city center, thinking only of the next time that she would be able to see him again.
Characters: Ryusei & Akari
Prompts: 18. alone in a crowd & 27. hurt
Word Count: 357
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own Backstage Prince.
Notes: This one falls into canon timeline. Written for 500themes & fanfic50. Prompt tables are here & here.
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Akari watched in silence as the girls around her gasped and giggled over the ads that covered the streets, all starring the same man. There were so many that Akari had stopped trying to count. There was the biggest one, exploiting his kabuki-honed body, clad in only a pair of jeans, his face as charming as ever. There was another, and another, some of only Ryusei’s face, and some of his whole body, and others with just various parts of his body.
On the crowded street, Ryusei was everywhere. Above, below, around; there was no safe haven for Akari to avert her eyes to.
Next to her, a girl her own age cooed as another picture of flickered on, showcasing his long, impossibly long legs.
How long had it been? A week? Probably. Akari had refused to count, adamant in her belief that counting would make the days seem like years. Regardless of that fact, the week had still felt like a year, and she could barely dull the ache in her heart. She remembered the list that Toshiya had given to Ryusei, so packed full that it had made Akari’s head spin. But Ryusei had been determined to do anything he could to establish his own credibility, and now, all around her, was the product of his hard work and determination.
How was it that for every ad that caught her eye, the yearning inside her for Ryusei grew? She was looking at him, after all. Shouldn’t that count for something? When another advertisement flew across the screen before her, she was forced to answer her own question dejectedly. No amount of pictures could fill the need she had for Ryusei. Without seeing him, talking to him, leaning on him, just being with him, a part of her was missing. That part of her, she knew, Ryusei kept closely guarded to him, and it was only with him that she could ever truly feel whole again.
With a sigh, she quickened her step, determined to get out of the city center, thinking only of the next time that she would be able to see him again.