[FIC] Angels Fly Alone: He Is.
Title: Angels Fly Alone: He Is.
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Glühen/ Kyou Kara Moau
Warnings: Angst. ANGST.
Characters/couples: Yuuri, Omi. (Yuuri/Omi)
Summary: Yuuri is a lot of things.
Rating: PG13.
Notes:
He Is.
He's a teacher and he lives a normal life: he lives in a nice enough apartment and he doesn't really complain about his salary, since he adores teaching and he adores the children and children love him too: he's been titeld the favorite teacher ever since he started giving classes. He also likes cats and he has two in his aparment, although every now and then he takes a stray one in for a few days or so.
He plays baseball almost every weekend, since he also kind of trains a kid team over the neighborhood. He laughs and he's cheerful and he seems so happy that it'd be hard to believe he isn't. After all, Shibuya Yuuri isn't that good of a liar.
He goes out every now and then, mainly to try and avoid his mother's nagging about how he should marry and give her lots and lots of cute grandchildren. He dates only women and he goes out a couple of times with them until even he almost thinks that it'll work out, but it kind of never does. He doesn't seem bitter about it and he keeps on dating every now and then and ends up having dozens of women as friends because even if he's not aware of the fact, it's hard to get mad at him, and he would laugh at this but it's even harder to forget him.
He's an uncle and he goes to visit his niece and nephew as much as possible: the small girl adores her uncle with the kind of love only a three years old could have and the boy is in Yuuri's baseball team and kind of worships him. His brother snorts at him when another date fails and his sister-in-law tries to plan another date that maybe'll work out: the women he dates are always dark eyed and they're usually serious since he doesn't go for 'cute' anymore.
No one in his family, the ones that still remember, ask him about him, or about what happened. Not after Yuuri spent so much time after he disappeared being a shadow of himself until, suddenly, from one day to the other, he was his old cheerful, clutzy smiling self. He never answered about the questions about him so, with time, they thought he had moved on and they stopped asking. They know nothing of the necklace that is always buried deep inside his briefcase or one of his pockets, or of the way he, sometimes, looks over at the scar left below his shoulder and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths.
He tells himself that he has moved on in a daily basis, that anytime now he'll find a nice woman and marry her: he's not sure he wants true love these days, he's not even certain he'd be able to give it. He thinks that next time his mom suggests and Omaia he'll agree and maybe he'll find someone there, someone that won't mind too much his baseball and someone whom he'd be able to talk about the important things like bills and tv shows and work and then, when the time comes, about their children and school. He'll care about her, he knows that, and he'll love her, he also knows that. He just knows that he's not able anymore of loving anyone as deeply as that, and he also knows that she won't be his other half. That's alright for him, because he doesn't want to be broken again. A fool he might be, but he's not a suicide.
He has almost convinced himself that he's over that teenage relationship, that he has finally forgotten a soft laugh against his ear and the breathing of another man against his neck and the way those hands felt and his smell when his eyes fall upon a pair of blue eyes that, despite everything else, he still knows by heart.
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Glühen/ Kyou Kara Moau
Warnings: Angst. ANGST.
Characters/couples: Yuuri, Omi. (Yuuri/Omi)
Summary: Yuuri is a lot of things.
Rating: PG13.
Notes:
He Is.
He's a teacher and he lives a normal life: he lives in a nice enough apartment and he doesn't really complain about his salary, since he adores teaching and he adores the children and children love him too: he's been titeld the favorite teacher ever since he started giving classes. He also likes cats and he has two in his aparment, although every now and then he takes a stray one in for a few days or so.
He plays baseball almost every weekend, since he also kind of trains a kid team over the neighborhood. He laughs and he's cheerful and he seems so happy that it'd be hard to believe he isn't. After all, Shibuya Yuuri isn't that good of a liar.
He goes out every now and then, mainly to try and avoid his mother's nagging about how he should marry and give her lots and lots of cute grandchildren. He dates only women and he goes out a couple of times with them until even he almost thinks that it'll work out, but it kind of never does. He doesn't seem bitter about it and he keeps on dating every now and then and ends up having dozens of women as friends because even if he's not aware of the fact, it's hard to get mad at him, and he would laugh at this but it's even harder to forget him.
He's an uncle and he goes to visit his niece and nephew as much as possible: the small girl adores her uncle with the kind of love only a three years old could have and the boy is in Yuuri's baseball team and kind of worships him. His brother snorts at him when another date fails and his sister-in-law tries to plan another date that maybe'll work out: the women he dates are always dark eyed and they're usually serious since he doesn't go for 'cute' anymore.
No one in his family, the ones that still remember, ask him about him, or about what happened. Not after Yuuri spent so much time after he disappeared being a shadow of himself until, suddenly, from one day to the other, he was his old cheerful, clutzy smiling self. He never answered about the questions about him so, with time, they thought he had moved on and they stopped asking. They know nothing of the necklace that is always buried deep inside his briefcase or one of his pockets, or of the way he, sometimes, looks over at the scar left below his shoulder and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths.
He tells himself that he has moved on in a daily basis, that anytime now he'll find a nice woman and marry her: he's not sure he wants true love these days, he's not even certain he'd be able to give it. He thinks that next time his mom suggests and Omaia he'll agree and maybe he'll find someone there, someone that won't mind too much his baseball and someone whom he'd be able to talk about the important things like bills and tv shows and work and then, when the time comes, about their children and school. He'll care about her, he knows that, and he'll love her, he also knows that. He just knows that he's not able anymore of loving anyone as deeply as that, and he also knows that she won't be his other half. That's alright for him, because he doesn't want to be broken again. A fool he might be, but he's not a suicide.
He has almost convinced himself that he's over that teenage relationship, that he has finally forgotten a soft laugh against his ear and the breathing of another man against his neck and the way those hands felt and his smell when his eyes fall upon a pair of blue eyes that, despite everything else, he still knows by heart.