Gazette Fan Fic
The lanky figure was standing on the balcony while inhaling the smoke from the cigarette, which was placed between slender fingers. At this time of the day, the whole city was almost quite; just every now and then a car drove past and cut to the silence.
Hundreds of thoughts were wandering around his mind, waiting to be thought as the door opened with a slight ‘click’.
“Are you watching the skyline again?” a deep voice asked gently.
There was just a nod given as answer.
“You’ll catch a cold Kouyou …”
The one titled as Kouyou just shrugged his shoulders. The other one sighted silently while he snatched a smoke for himself out from his cigarette pack, which was located on the table there.
“What are you thinking about again?” he tried once more to start a conversation after he lighted the cancer stick and took a drag, exhaling the grey smoke towards the sky.
“Nothing Akira … absolutely nothing, really. I’m just not able to sleep.”
The blonde haired chuckled and took another puff before he slammed his fist against the wall near him.
“Yeah right!! I’ve known you for years now and I can fucking tell, that something’s not right!!” he bursts out.
Somewhat shocked the guitarist winced a bit.
“I … look Akira. I’m just … I just have to think about some things and sort them out … “ he replied after he had looked into the grey eyes of his band mate and best friend.
Akira starred at him for a moment, and then he turned away and left.
“Do whatever you want …”
Left all alone, the guitarist bit back the tears, which were welling up in the corner of his eyes. The words of his best friend had hurt him.
“You’re such an asshole sometimes …” he managed to mumble as he was sliding down the wall and curled up on the floor.
Inside the apartment the two musicians shared, the blond bassist was in the kitchen, trying to calm himself a bit down. He was truly disappointed from Kouyou, from whom he was used to have been told everything that had bothered the other up till now.
And now he refused to talk to him, from one moment to another Akira had been left out.
It hurts.
That was a feeling he hated …
Sighting again, he poured himself some tea into his favourite cup and added two spoons of sugar.
He was heading towards his bedroom, while he was stirring up his tea and kicked the door shut, after he entered his own territory. The bassist was putting down the cup on his nightstand and let himself fall on his bed. As he was starring on his ceiling, he questioned himself, what to do to get his best friend talk to him again. But not a single solution came into his mind and frustrated he sat up and grabbed his mug. The water wasn’t hot, as he has expected it - how long had he thinking about this now?
Without minding much more, he drank his tea and putted the mug back on the nightstand.
Everything was so troublesome at the moment, and he couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Fuck ..." he muttered, as he was drifting into sleep.
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Should I continue with this? .__.''
Hmh ... my first fic .. oO ... X__x'
Comments and critics are welcome ^-^