Fanfiction - Tonight, Not Again
Title: Tonight, Not Again
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ki/F
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes even the most beautiful things wither and fade and sometimes breaking up is just what you have to do.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Angst
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
Hiromitsu had to tear his eyes away from him. He hated crying and he knew that if he watched, he was going to. But maybe it didn't matter. He could still hear. Hear feet shuffling across the floor, drawers opening and closing and the soft rustle of clothing.
He could still hear Taisuke leaving.
He'd known this was coming, he'd just wanted to deny it for as long as possible. But every story had a beginning and an end. Sadly, not all endings were the words 'Happily Ever After'. At least not their story.
The night before swirled before his eyes with nightmarish clarity.
Without words, he'd known it'd be over. The look in Taisuke's eyes. The way Hiromitsu couldn't quite meet his gaze. The way they would brush against each other and pull away, as if burned. They both knew it.
The silence was unbearable and he couldn't take it anymore. Taking Taisuke's hands in his, Hiromitsu pulled his lover closer. Leaning in, his lips ghosted over Taisuke's, murmuring wordlessly before stealing a kiss. One more night, he asked for silently. Give me one more night.
Taisuke gave it to him and Hiro made the most of it, taking it so slowly. Maybe he simply wanted to engrave every last bit of Taisuke in his memory, as if he didn't already know him so well.
Maybe that was their flaw, Hiromitsu thought to himself as he watched Taisuke sleeping in his arms, hours later. He was running out of time and he didn't want to sleep and miss a moment of it. But maybe this was their undoing. They knew each other to well. They couldn't think without the other knowing exactly what was going on. Telepathy, only without the magic. It was just old friends.
Who possessed a love that had wilted and faded.
Gently brushing Taisuke's hair away from his eyes, Hiromitsu smiled down at him, feeling the dull aching thud of his heart. He didn't want the night to end, everything else would end with it. The small, stupid voice in his head, the romantic one, said that the world ending wouldn't have hurt so much. He told that part of him to shut up. Broken hearts healed, he reasoned, even if he had never loved and probably never would love anyone like Taisuke. Taisuke was special beyond words.
Even now, he loved him.
But something had gone wrong.
Taisuke's nearness pulled Hiromitsu out of his memories and finally he looked up. Taisuke didn't smile, didn't say anything. There was nothing to smile about, no words to say. No, there were words Hiromitsu wanted to stay, but the words stuck in his throat, unwilling to be voiced.
'I wish by God you'd stay'.
He didn't have to say it. He could see the sadness clouding Taisuke's eyes and he couldn't do a thing to make it go away. Taisuke moved finally, holding his hand out, holding something between his fingers. Automatically, he reached out to let the other drop it in his palm.
It wasn't until he realized what he held that the reality hit him. Oh, he'd known. He'd known. But he hadn't really.
He held a pendant, a pendant he'd given Taisuke...oh, he didn't know how long ago. It was simple, just a white gold star. But Taisuke had worn it since the moment he'd given it to him. It lay in his palm, a puddle of warm metal.
Wordlessly, he closed his fingers around it, meeting Taisuke's eyes again.
So much pain, so much sadness. Was this all his fault? How had they even ended up like this?
Those eyes though...How was it possible? Hiromitsu couldn't breathe, looking in to them, seeing what was there.
Suddenly Taisuke was gone, as if spirited away by a breath of wind. There was no trace that he'd ever been there, no signs of themselves having been there. It was just Hiromitsu, clutching a ordinary necklace between trembling fingers.
How is it, he asked himself as he finally gave in and cried, that I could still see love in his eyes?
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A/N: I am so out of touch with the inner Kisuami muse, I haven't written anything for them beyond drabbles. X_X Eeep, why so bad...
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Ki/F
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes even the most beautiful things wither and fade and sometimes breaking up is just what you have to do.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Angst
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
Hiromitsu had to tear his eyes away from him. He hated crying and he knew that if he watched, he was going to. But maybe it didn't matter. He could still hear. Hear feet shuffling across the floor, drawers opening and closing and the soft rustle of clothing.
He could still hear Taisuke leaving.
He'd known this was coming, he'd just wanted to deny it for as long as possible. But every story had a beginning and an end. Sadly, not all endings were the words 'Happily Ever After'. At least not their story.
The night before swirled before his eyes with nightmarish clarity.
Without words, he'd known it'd be over. The look in Taisuke's eyes. The way Hiromitsu couldn't quite meet his gaze. The way they would brush against each other and pull away, as if burned. They both knew it.
The silence was unbearable and he couldn't take it anymore. Taking Taisuke's hands in his, Hiromitsu pulled his lover closer. Leaning in, his lips ghosted over Taisuke's, murmuring wordlessly before stealing a kiss. One more night, he asked for silently. Give me one more night.
Taisuke gave it to him and Hiro made the most of it, taking it so slowly. Maybe he simply wanted to engrave every last bit of Taisuke in his memory, as if he didn't already know him so well.
Maybe that was their flaw, Hiromitsu thought to himself as he watched Taisuke sleeping in his arms, hours later. He was running out of time and he didn't want to sleep and miss a moment of it. But maybe this was their undoing. They knew each other to well. They couldn't think without the other knowing exactly what was going on. Telepathy, only without the magic. It was just old friends.
Who possessed a love that had wilted and faded.
Gently brushing Taisuke's hair away from his eyes, Hiromitsu smiled down at him, feeling the dull aching thud of his heart. He didn't want the night to end, everything else would end with it. The small, stupid voice in his head, the romantic one, said that the world ending wouldn't have hurt so much. He told that part of him to shut up. Broken hearts healed, he reasoned, even if he had never loved and probably never would love anyone like Taisuke. Taisuke was special beyond words.
Even now, he loved him.
But something had gone wrong.
Taisuke's nearness pulled Hiromitsu out of his memories and finally he looked up. Taisuke didn't smile, didn't say anything. There was nothing to smile about, no words to say. No, there were words Hiromitsu wanted to stay, but the words stuck in his throat, unwilling to be voiced.
'I wish by God you'd stay'.
He didn't have to say it. He could see the sadness clouding Taisuke's eyes and he couldn't do a thing to make it go away. Taisuke moved finally, holding his hand out, holding something between his fingers. Automatically, he reached out to let the other drop it in his palm.
It wasn't until he realized what he held that the reality hit him. Oh, he'd known. He'd known. But he hadn't really.
He held a pendant, a pendant he'd given Taisuke...oh, he didn't know how long ago. It was simple, just a white gold star. But Taisuke had worn it since the moment he'd given it to him. It lay in his palm, a puddle of warm metal.
Wordlessly, he closed his fingers around it, meeting Taisuke's eyes again.
So much pain, so much sadness. Was this all his fault? How had they even ended up like this?
Those eyes though...How was it possible? Hiromitsu couldn't breathe, looking in to them, seeing what was there.
Suddenly Taisuke was gone, as if spirited away by a breath of wind. There was no trace that he'd ever been there, no signs of themselves having been there. It was just Hiromitsu, clutching a ordinary necklace between trembling fingers.
How is it, he asked himself as he finally gave in and cried, that I could still see love in his eyes?
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A/N: I am so out of touch with the inner Kisuami muse, I haven't written anything for them beyond drabbles. X_X Eeep, why so bad...