A/n: No one loves this pairing enough! Love it more and write fanfics about it, everyone! Do it!
…It's kinda crappy, and more of a rambling drabble, but it's hard to write about Yonekuni and Shirou! Damn it, they're complicated.
I only am posting this because this pairing (and fandom, really) needs more love.
Disclaimer: I don't own the manga, Sex Pistols. (But I totally own the band, oh yea!)
Perhaps, I think to myself, not for the first time, surely not for the last either, this was a mistake. Maybe everything connecting you to me, me to you, was a chain of mistake upon mistake, chaining me to you. But never you to me.
I read too much into my worth. I thought I was special, the only one to call you friend, to be called friend. The only one to consistently be beside you; on your conveyor belt of girls, ever changing, always on rotation, I was the only one to be besides you day after day without fail.
I forgot that the reason I was constant, the reason I wasn't up there with those girls was the fact that I was not one myself. I was never played with, never used then tossed aside, never switched out, because I am male.
The very thing you hate.
End: *Shrugs* I don't know, I kind of hate it.