Fanfiction - Bittersweet
Title: Bittersweet
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Takasugi Reita X Ogata Yamato(Tamamori Yuta X Takaki Yuya)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Reita and Yamato have a history that goes back years, but they've also got a ton of problems. Gokusen!Verse
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Fail violence, some language, uhhh...?
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
Mostly written because the SP didn't give me enough on this apparent storyline.
Eyes closed, he listened to the endless sound of water dripping down, feeling as if each soft plink of water washed away a bit more of his consciousness. Nearly floating, he lay there, waiting. His mind melted into a haze that was as close to serene as he could get
He hadn't been here for ages. Years, by now. To see this spot so unchanged by the passing it, it was as if nothing had changed since then.
He waited, a small voice in his head arguing that he was alone for the night, alone in this cold stone tomb. Alone, because while it looked the same, it wasn't. Things were different. They were different.
No, he whispered softly. No...
He knew he'd be there.
The soft rustle of clothes had his eyes finally opening, blinking in the dim light. A figure sat next to him, arms wrapped around his knees, hair concealing his face. It didn't matter. Reita didn't need to see his face.
Slowly, Reita sat up again, his body shuddering at the movements. He'd been still for so long.
“It's cold down here....” Yamato murmured softly, his voice echoing eerily.
“It's always been cold.”
They settled back in to silence, just watching the water ripple. There was still the sound of dripping.
“So...” Reita sat back on his hands, looking up at the moon. “That's Ren, huh?” Even to his own ears he sounded edgy.
“Yeah...”
“You hated him.” It wasn't a question.
“Yeah.”
Reita smiled grimly. At least Yamato wasn't denying it. He contemplated for the briefest of moments before continuing on.
“But now you're..?”
A pause.
“Yeah.” Yamato nodded.
Reita laughed, bitterly, just shaking his head and returning his gaze to the moon. “Ren...You're kidding.”
“Reita...”
“No really. What is this shit.” Reita was laughing, but it was devoid of humor. “Him? Really, Yamato?” His gazed whipped around, staring the other down. “What happened to us?” He demanded, hissing.
“Reita...”
“Really, Yamato?” Reita cut him off. “Really? You two try to kill each other and this happens? And me? I was always there for you and you just forget me like this?” He snorted in disdain.
“Things are different now, Reita. I'm sorry.” Yamato tried again before Reita lost it, socking him in the nose.
“Sorry?” Reita was suddenly on top of the other, slamming him down. There was a crack as Yamato's skull met stone and the younger one could see his eyes cloud with pain. Snarling, he rammed his fist into the other's gut. “After everything, you think just 'sorry' is going to make it better?” He yelled. Yamato curled before lashing back, his elbow slamming into the other's skull.
They rolled around, clawing and ripping at each other, fury roaring through their blood, hot and explosive. In that instant, all they wanted was to kill each other, to tear apart and inflict every excruciating moment of pain they could.
And just as suddenly as the fire had flared up, it sputtered and died as they tumbled down, impossibly tangled. Reita suddenly felt cold and empty as he stared down at Yamato, carefully pushing messy bangs away from the other's eyes. His mouth was torn, creating a thin trail of blood down his chin. His left leg was spasming and it felt like Yamato had managed to destroy his right shoulder. The other fared no better, with a bloody nose, split lip, and scratch marks down his neck. Reita had a feeling he was just as broken as himself, though he felt no victory in that knowledge.
He'd never meant to hurt Yamato.
“Reita.” Yamato gasped out softly and Reita shook his head, pulling away, releasing the other from his death grip.
I'm sorry.
Except to Reita, those words didn't mean enough.
Fingers brushed over heated skin and Yamato gently brushed away blood with his sleeve. “Reita.” His whisper was barely audible, but Reita didn't really need to hear it to feel all the things Yamato wanted him to know. He was still special to Yamato and no one would have that bit of Yamato's heart, ever.
"I don't know what to do." Looking away, Reita scrubbed at his face, not caring about the sensitive spots that protested his actions. Tears felt so out of place in this cold, abandoned place. “Yamato...” More then anything else, Reita hated how helpless this was all making him feel. Everything had been yanked out from under him and all he could do was topple over and let it happen.
Yamato knelt before him, gently cupping his face, caressing his cheeks gently. “Reita...” He murmured, struggling to find words to say. Finding nothing, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the other's forehead. After a moment's pause, he gently kissed Reita on the lips, a kiss that would have been chaste, except it lingered a moment too long.
There were no words. No empty and useless promises of 'It's okay' or 'We'll be fine'. Just one kiss and then Yamato was gone, leaving Reita with a bittersweet taste of love and regret.
Damn.
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A/N: Not my best piece, but I kinda like it. The fight is messy because I fail with action...but other then that. I mean, really. How could they NOT do more about these two? D: They totally had them set up properly and it went NOWHERE!
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Takasugi Reita X Ogata Yamato(Tamamori Yuta X Takaki Yuya)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Reita and Yamato have a history that goes back years, but they've also got a ton of problems. Gokusen!Verse
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Fail violence, some language, uhhh...?
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
Mostly written because the SP didn't give me enough on this apparent storyline.
Eyes closed, he listened to the endless sound of water dripping down, feeling as if each soft plink of water washed away a bit more of his consciousness. Nearly floating, he lay there, waiting. His mind melted into a haze that was as close to serene as he could get
He hadn't been here for ages. Years, by now. To see this spot so unchanged by the passing it, it was as if nothing had changed since then.
He waited, a small voice in his head arguing that he was alone for the night, alone in this cold stone tomb. Alone, because while it looked the same, it wasn't. Things were different. They were different.
No, he whispered softly. No...
He knew he'd be there.
The soft rustle of clothes had his eyes finally opening, blinking in the dim light. A figure sat next to him, arms wrapped around his knees, hair concealing his face. It didn't matter. Reita didn't need to see his face.
Slowly, Reita sat up again, his body shuddering at the movements. He'd been still for so long.
“It's cold down here....” Yamato murmured softly, his voice echoing eerily.
“It's always been cold.”
They settled back in to silence, just watching the water ripple. There was still the sound of dripping.
“So...” Reita sat back on his hands, looking up at the moon. “That's Ren, huh?” Even to his own ears he sounded edgy.
“Yeah...”
“You hated him.” It wasn't a question.
“Yeah.”
Reita smiled grimly. At least Yamato wasn't denying it. He contemplated for the briefest of moments before continuing on.
“But now you're..?”
A pause.
“Yeah.” Yamato nodded.
Reita laughed, bitterly, just shaking his head and returning his gaze to the moon. “Ren...You're kidding.”
“Reita...”
“No really. What is this shit.” Reita was laughing, but it was devoid of humor. “Him? Really, Yamato?” His gazed whipped around, staring the other down. “What happened to us?” He demanded, hissing.
“Reita...”
“Really, Yamato?” Reita cut him off. “Really? You two try to kill each other and this happens? And me? I was always there for you and you just forget me like this?” He snorted in disdain.
“Things are different now, Reita. I'm sorry.” Yamato tried again before Reita lost it, socking him in the nose.
“Sorry?” Reita was suddenly on top of the other, slamming him down. There was a crack as Yamato's skull met stone and the younger one could see his eyes cloud with pain. Snarling, he rammed his fist into the other's gut. “After everything, you think just 'sorry' is going to make it better?” He yelled. Yamato curled before lashing back, his elbow slamming into the other's skull.
They rolled around, clawing and ripping at each other, fury roaring through their blood, hot and explosive. In that instant, all they wanted was to kill each other, to tear apart and inflict every excruciating moment of pain they could.
And just as suddenly as the fire had flared up, it sputtered and died as they tumbled down, impossibly tangled. Reita suddenly felt cold and empty as he stared down at Yamato, carefully pushing messy bangs away from the other's eyes. His mouth was torn, creating a thin trail of blood down his chin. His left leg was spasming and it felt like Yamato had managed to destroy his right shoulder. The other fared no better, with a bloody nose, split lip, and scratch marks down his neck. Reita had a feeling he was just as broken as himself, though he felt no victory in that knowledge.
He'd never meant to hurt Yamato.
“Reita.” Yamato gasped out softly and Reita shook his head, pulling away, releasing the other from his death grip.
I'm sorry.
Except to Reita, those words didn't mean enough.
Fingers brushed over heated skin and Yamato gently brushed away blood with his sleeve. “Reita.” His whisper was barely audible, but Reita didn't really need to hear it to feel all the things Yamato wanted him to know. He was still special to Yamato and no one would have that bit of Yamato's heart, ever.
"I don't know what to do." Looking away, Reita scrubbed at his face, not caring about the sensitive spots that protested his actions. Tears felt so out of place in this cold, abandoned place. “Yamato...” More then anything else, Reita hated how helpless this was all making him feel. Everything had been yanked out from under him and all he could do was topple over and let it happen.
Yamato knelt before him, gently cupping his face, caressing his cheeks gently. “Reita...” He murmured, struggling to find words to say. Finding nothing, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the other's forehead. After a moment's pause, he gently kissed Reita on the lips, a kiss that would have been chaste, except it lingered a moment too long.
There were no words. No empty and useless promises of 'It's okay' or 'We'll be fine'. Just one kiss and then Yamato was gone, leaving Reita with a bittersweet taste of love and regret.
Damn.
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A/N: Not my best piece, but I kinda like it. The fight is messy because I fail with action...but other then that. I mean, really. How could they NOT do more about these two? D: They totally had them set up properly and it went NOWHERE!