Strawberry Candy | 1/1 | Yu≠kiXSou
Title: Strawberry Candy
Chapter: 1/1 (really short)
Author: akichuu
Fandom: Lolita23q
Pairings: Yu≠kiXSou
Genre: Angst, real situations
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: None, just the reminder of future catastrophe.
Disclaimer: If I owned Lolita23q, I would never let Sou leave (;___;)
Summary: But this wasn't their usual live. This was the last live he would ever do... The last that he would perform with him.
Comment: Dedicated to Sou *bawls* How could you... *sobs* How could you... I just wish you'd stay... But but... Hopefully you'll find what you're looking for out there... (T____T)
PS: I kept playing the song 'Strawberry Candy' by Lolita23q while I was writing this.
Strawberry Candy
Funny, but the sound of his melody couldn't come out the way he wanted it to be. He had tried different methods, hit different effects but the sound still didn't come near to his liking. He had tried tuning his guitar ten times already, but there was still that awkwardness to the chords he strummed. What was wrong with it? What was wrong with him that he couldn't nail it right?
Two full hours had passed and he was still fussing with his guitar, struggling to make it sound perfect; two full hours he had been grumbling to himself because he still wasn't satisfied. There was no chance he was going to play with this kind of sound. What's worse, he had also tried his other guitars, but they all sounded the same: awful. With the performance starting in just twenty minutes again, he was in a hopeless situation. It was either going up there and play with out of tune guitars or not going up there at all. The second choice was impossible, so that would leave him with his one and only choice.
Bitter as it may be, there was a groveling realization that kept bothering him, deep inside, telling him that he knew all along that it wasn't his guitar's fault. It was neither the effect's fault nor the crew's. It was just him and his damaged ego inside that made the whole world a wrong, wrong place.
With one last rough movement, he strummed his guitar again and finally gave up. There was no use in trying to fix something that was not broken -- the only thing that was broken was deep inside, where he couldn't reach.
"Ready, Yuki?" someone tapped him on his shoulder -- Ryousuke. The light hitting his face made his eyeshadow glitter.
"Be up there in a minute," he answered. There was still a small, shaking creature needed calming here.
Ryousuke gave him one smile; he couldn't tell if it was meant to cheer him up, but if it was, it wasn't working too well. He still felt like crap, and if it could make him feel better, he would throw up. But even that wouldn't do any good. This wasn't some sort of illness that would go away once you got rid of the source, the virus or the bacteria that had caused it. This was something that was probably incurable.
The opening music was playing. Was it already time? He knew he wasn't ready -- knew that he would never be ready. If it had been their other lives, their old lives, he would've been burning with passion, impatient to be up there on the stage by now. But this wasn't their usual live. This was the last live he would ever do... The last that he would perform with him.
And he, at the moment, was currently fixing his hair, the blinding blonde streaks that crowded his head. A habit of his, he pursed his lips, deep in focus of what he was doing.
It would never be the same again.
The pressure inside his chest built up once more with the sight that he just had to turn away. Something burned right through his eyelids as he clenched them shut, tightly.
No, he couldn't be like this. Not tonight. Not in front of him.
Taking a deep breath he braced himself mentally. Tonight's live had to be a fiery one, not a tearful one. He had to be strong, if not for himself, then for their precious little vocalist. The sweet strawberry candy he had come to care for, so much, though he never said this out loud in front of anyone.
It was all said and done; there was no turning back. The decision had been made. He needed to be a man and face the facts, though the facts hurt like hell. The future, however he didn't wish it to, was coming in full speed.
The pressure, however, broke the walls of his poorly built dam and soon, the overwhelming emotion swept over him. He didn't immediately realize the arms that were surrounding his body, the head that was pressing against his back. It wasn't until a muffled voice spoke that he knew, and with shaking hands he held onto those arms that surrounded him, wishing it had been sooner, wishing he could stop things from changing, wishing he didn't have to say goodbye.
He wished Sou wouldn't leave, but it wasn't for him to decide Sou's future, no matter how much he cared for him. The only thing that's left for him to do was to pray for the best for Sou, for him, for all of them.
"You'll ruin your make up," he said, hating how his voice quivered when he spoke.
"You're my favorite, you know that," was what the other said to respond.
"Yeah, right," he snorted. It was a poor attempt at laughing, when it was tainted with salty tears.
"You won't forget about me now, would you?" the blonde said next.
His heart was drowned. He was suffocating. He had to suck in a deep breath before answering: "Never."
"2人でいたあの季節はこの先も変わらず色褪せない
どうしようもない程愛した愛しきせつなさ忘れない"
=== END ===
Notes: I'll miss you, Sou... (;____;)
Kanji lyrics from the song 'Strawberry Candy' by Lolita23q.
My fanfic list ==> here
Chapter: 1/1 (really short)
Author: akichuu
Fandom: Lolita23q
Pairings: Yu≠kiXSou
Genre: Angst, real situations
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: None, just the reminder of future catastrophe.
Disclaimer: If I owned Lolita23q, I would never let Sou leave (;___;)
Summary: But this wasn't their usual live. This was the last live he would ever do... The last that he would perform with him.
Comment: Dedicated to Sou *bawls* How could you... *sobs* How could you... I just wish you'd stay... But but... Hopefully you'll find what you're looking for out there... (T____T)
PS: I kept playing the song 'Strawberry Candy' by Lolita23q while I was writing this.
Strawberry Candy
Funny, but the sound of his melody couldn't come out the way he wanted it to be. He had tried different methods, hit different effects but the sound still didn't come near to his liking. He had tried tuning his guitar ten times already, but there was still that awkwardness to the chords he strummed. What was wrong with it? What was wrong with him that he couldn't nail it right?
Two full hours had passed and he was still fussing with his guitar, struggling to make it sound perfect; two full hours he had been grumbling to himself because he still wasn't satisfied. There was no chance he was going to play with this kind of sound. What's worse, he had also tried his other guitars, but they all sounded the same: awful. With the performance starting in just twenty minutes again, he was in a hopeless situation. It was either going up there and play with out of tune guitars or not going up there at all. The second choice was impossible, so that would leave him with his one and only choice.
Bitter as it may be, there was a groveling realization that kept bothering him, deep inside, telling him that he knew all along that it wasn't his guitar's fault. It was neither the effect's fault nor the crew's. It was just him and his damaged ego inside that made the whole world a wrong, wrong place.
With one last rough movement, he strummed his guitar again and finally gave up. There was no use in trying to fix something that was not broken -- the only thing that was broken was deep inside, where he couldn't reach.
"Ready, Yuki?" someone tapped him on his shoulder -- Ryousuke. The light hitting his face made his eyeshadow glitter.
"Be up there in a minute," he answered. There was still a small, shaking creature needed calming here.
Ryousuke gave him one smile; he couldn't tell if it was meant to cheer him up, but if it was, it wasn't working too well. He still felt like crap, and if it could make him feel better, he would throw up. But even that wouldn't do any good. This wasn't some sort of illness that would go away once you got rid of the source, the virus or the bacteria that had caused it. This was something that was probably incurable.
The opening music was playing. Was it already time? He knew he wasn't ready -- knew that he would never be ready. If it had been their other lives, their old lives, he would've been burning with passion, impatient to be up there on the stage by now. But this wasn't their usual live. This was the last live he would ever do... The last that he would perform with him.
And he, at the moment, was currently fixing his hair, the blinding blonde streaks that crowded his head. A habit of his, he pursed his lips, deep in focus of what he was doing.
It would never be the same again.
The pressure inside his chest built up once more with the sight that he just had to turn away. Something burned right through his eyelids as he clenched them shut, tightly.
No, he couldn't be like this. Not tonight. Not in front of him.
Taking a deep breath he braced himself mentally. Tonight's live had to be a fiery one, not a tearful one. He had to be strong, if not for himself, then for their precious little vocalist. The sweet strawberry candy he had come to care for, so much, though he never said this out loud in front of anyone.
It was all said and done; there was no turning back. The decision had been made. He needed to be a man and face the facts, though the facts hurt like hell. The future, however he didn't wish it to, was coming in full speed.
The pressure, however, broke the walls of his poorly built dam and soon, the overwhelming emotion swept over him. He didn't immediately realize the arms that were surrounding his body, the head that was pressing against his back. It wasn't until a muffled voice spoke that he knew, and with shaking hands he held onto those arms that surrounded him, wishing it had been sooner, wishing he could stop things from changing, wishing he didn't have to say goodbye.
He wished Sou wouldn't leave, but it wasn't for him to decide Sou's future, no matter how much he cared for him. The only thing that's left for him to do was to pray for the best for Sou, for him, for all of them.
"You'll ruin your make up," he said, hating how his voice quivered when he spoke.
"You're my favorite, you know that," was what the other said to respond.
"Yeah, right," he snorted. It was a poor attempt at laughing, when it was tainted with salty tears.
"You won't forget about me now, would you?" the blonde said next.
His heart was drowned. He was suffocating. He had to suck in a deep breath before answering: "Never."
"2人でいたあの季節はこの先も変わらず色褪せない
どうしようもない程愛した愛しきせつなさ忘れない"
=== END ===
Notes: I'll miss you, Sou... (;____;)
Kanji lyrics from the song 'Strawberry Candy' by Lolita23q.
My fanfic list ==> here