A little tiny Oneshot...tell me if I still got it, arashians!
Title: Tired
Author: me
Rating: PG, for angst
Pairing: SakuMoto
Disclaimer: I've nothing to do with them and their relationship.
Summary: Jun has a breakdown. Mostly a one-sided view of the story.
Distant, silent, gasping for air, that is how I see you.
I'm longing for the smell of your skin, the touch of it, the softness of your hair. No, I'm not always aggressive, nor bitchy. I've feelings as well, real ones. But why do you shy away from me? You of all people should know reality, the truth inside me.
What are you talking about? I don't feel that way.
Sho, cease the child's play. I can sense the fear in you, the anger constantly filling your soul. A perpetual turmoil brewing in the dark crevasses you didn't know you had.
But why Sho?
Jun, what are you saying? I'm not like that.
Oh, but you are. It's sickening almost, loving you so desperately and receiving but hatred in return. It's something similar to jealousy. Are you upset because I've developed more acting abilities? Do you feel you should receive more credit than me?
I just can't understand it. A slight burning slips through my skin, a tingle I wish I didn't have within. Do you know how many times I've tried? I've tried you know, to make peace, to make you proud. Alas, I've yet to prevail.
Jun, this is ridiculous now.
This isn't how you were a few years ago. You could look at me, and I could simply know. I knew then that you loved me, you respected me and cared for me, and not only on TV.
As much as it had hurt me more, I took Aiba to replace you Sho.
I just thought you needed to know.
--End---
So, do I still have magical fic-writing powers?
Author: me
Rating: PG, for angst
Pairing: SakuMoto
Disclaimer: I've nothing to do with them and their relationship.
Summary: Jun has a breakdown. Mostly a one-sided view of the story.
Distant, silent, gasping for air, that is how I see you.
I'm longing for the smell of your skin, the touch of it, the softness of your hair. No, I'm not always aggressive, nor bitchy. I've feelings as well, real ones. But why do you shy away from me? You of all people should know reality, the truth inside me.
What are you talking about? I don't feel that way.
Sho, cease the child's play. I can sense the fear in you, the anger constantly filling your soul. A perpetual turmoil brewing in the dark crevasses you didn't know you had.
But why Sho?
Jun, what are you saying? I'm not like that.
Oh, but you are. It's sickening almost, loving you so desperately and receiving but hatred in return. It's something similar to jealousy. Are you upset because I've developed more acting abilities? Do you feel you should receive more credit than me?
I just can't understand it. A slight burning slips through my skin, a tingle I wish I didn't have within. Do you know how many times I've tried? I've tried you know, to make peace, to make you proud. Alas, I've yet to prevail.
Jun, this is ridiculous now.
This isn't how you were a few years ago. You could look at me, and I could simply know. I knew then that you loved me, you respected me and cared for me, and not only on TV.
As much as it had hurt me more, I took Aiba to replace you Sho.
I just thought you needed to know.
--End---
So, do I still have magical fic-writing powers?