A Phone Call
Title: A Phone Call
Chapters: 1/1
Author: me (mxtrxofsomer)
Genre: Angst
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: Aoi x Uruha
Synopsis: Did you like the flowers? I really hope you did.
Comments: Hi! I’m new here. This is my first time posting and this is my first finished Aoi x Uruha fic. I have a lot but they are not yet finished. I have been writing my first chapter for the first multi-chaptered fic when this idea came to me while I was listening to DLN. It makes sense though. I’ve been trying to save this one but it keeps bothering me so I decided to write it because I can’t continue with the multi-chaptered one if I don’t finish this first… Stubborn. XD. I used a different style in writing this. I got the idea from an episode of the anime Kare Kano. It’s a bit different but basically that is the idea.
“Do you really have to go now?”
His lover questions with a look of disappointment
“I have to get back. No one’s going to take care of him.”
He answers.
“But can’t you stay for a few more minutes?”
His lover protests.
A thought.
“I think that is possible.”
He says.
A long warm hug.
---
“Hi.”
His beloved greets.
“Sorry I’m late. Something came up.”
He excuses.
“Not to worry. I’m fine anyway.”
His beloved assures with a smile.
A sad look.
“I’ll just prepare dinner.”
He tries to hide.
“Can I ask you a favor?”
His beloved queries.
He stops, afraid to look back.
“Uh, sure.”
He hesitates.
“Can you come home tomorrow before three?”
His beloved requests.
“Why? Is there something?”
He inquires.
“Please?”
His beloved begs.
A pause.
A defeat.
“Okay.”
He agrees.
“Please promise.”
His beloved insists.
“I promise.”
---
“Why do you have to go? It’s still early.”
His lover complains.
“Sorry Rei, but I promised him that I’ll be back before three.”
He reasons.
“I understand.”
His lover nods.
A sad sigh.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
He tells him.
A quick kiss.
---
A knock.
“Is there a person by the name of Uruha here sir?”
The delivery guy asks.
“It’s me.”
He informs.
“This is for you then.”
The delivery guy hands…
A bouquet of purely lavender flowers.
An envelope.
A shutting door.
A stare.
A frown.
He opens the envelope.
A stolen picture of himself.
The letter
My dear Uruha,
Did you like the flowers? I really hope you did. I don’t know but every time I think of you, I imagine lavender. Did you see the picture? I’m sorry. I took it while you weren’t aware. I know you’d be mad. But I just couldn’t help it. That smile of yours. I love that smile of yours. I wish I could still see you smile like that.
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now. It wasn’t because I was afraid. I actually wanted to before I heard your voice in my sleep, pleading me to wake up. I was about to go but I heard you cry. It hurt me so much to hear you cry like that. And that moment, I told myself, I couldn’t leave you. So I woke up and I saw you again and I was happy.
But I didn’t think about you. I was selfish. I didn’t think about what kind of burden I’d be to you. I wanted to stay. Just to be with you, for a few more, just a few more. Now, it hurt me to see that you can’t smile the way you used to in that picture. The times you smile at me, I always see that sad look in your eyes. I think, now is the time. I’m setting you free.
I hope he takes good care of you.
Thank you so much for fulfilling my wish. You made me the happiest man on earth. You stayed with me until now. But, things have to go on. So please, be happy.
I’ll be sleeping now. And I’ll dream of you forever.
Always with love,
Aoi
He rushes to their room.
He can not find him.
He screams his name.
No one answers.
He searches the whole house.
Nothing.
A sob.
A desperate cry.
He remembers.
The balcony.
He runs, stumbling every now and then.
He slides the glass door.
He finds him sitting on the chair they bought together the summer two years before.
A bottle.
An empty bottle.
The pills he kept inside his drawer that he drinks when he can’t sleep.
“No.”
He shouts
“Aoi.”
He calls him.
His beloved stays still.
He drops down to his knees.
Tears.
A lot of tears.
Rage.
Anguish.
Despair.
Pain.
He crawls his way to him.
He tugs him.
He shakes him.
A photo of them falls.
He picks up.
More tears.
More sobs.
He clings to his legs.
“Why? Why did you leave me? I don’t want you to leave. I don’t need you setting me free. I never wanted you to.”
“Aoi…”
“I love you…”
He whispers again and again.
A soft breeze, kissing his cheek.
He wakes up.
A phone call.
End notes: I know this sucks. Man.. So much for my first post. lolZ! But comments are very well appreciated.