It was a cold spring morning and Kusuma Nowaki was flipping through a contract from the hospital he was supposed to sign by the end of the week, or risk losing his job. It was a stressful morning and his lover, Kamijou Hiroki, had already left for his job at the university after huffing and puffing in bouts of anger.
Nowaki was in a small trans as he reached for a blue and grey coffee cup filled to the brim with a dark and rich blend of a drink.
"Ah, damn it!" Nowaki cursed under his breath as his hand fumbled and soaked the small table with file and folders in front of him. Nowaki sighed heavily and got up from the pearl-white sofa and headed into the small kitchen for a rag or even a paper towel to clean up the mess he had just made.
Nowaki looked over to the counter and a curious expression fell on to his face as he saw a few vanilla folders with a corner of a photograph sticking out of It. Out of that curiousness Nowaki walked over to the counter and dropped the folder, scared that he'd found 4 separate woman with one thing in common…that they'd all make a wonderful bride for his lover of 7 years.
"Hiro-san, are you tired of me?" Nowaki asked in a low whisper as he frowned down at the beautiful, shimmering brunette smiling in the summer sunshine and posing on a burgundy rock with a large ocean view behind her. Feeling hurt Nowaki decided that if Hiroki wanted to leave him than his lover should have just told him. He took a paper towel from the large roll and tore it away as he turned his back and continued staring at the vanilla folders. He walked back into the living room and cleaned the low teak table with the paper towel, destroying his contract and his commitment to his work and giving him nothing to stick around for.
Nowaki pushed off the feelings of betrayal and hurt as he finally gave up, he walked into their shared bedroom and pulled out a small black plastic suitcase with a long pull out handle that was designed to fit the hand perfectly. He set it on the sandy bedding and sighed once again as he walked over to his closet and pulled out a few articles of his clothing and crumpled them into the onyx suitcase, clearly not giving a damn about whether his clothing was wrinkled or not.
After zipping the small carry-on up Nowaki wheeled the small suitcase out into the living room, parking it next to the door as he grabbed a small photo of him and Hiroki when they were younger, Hiroki was sitting on the same couch that was still in the apartment and Nowaki was holding him in his strong arms, security showed in them at that time, but that feeling was now long gone.
He grabbed a small grey notepad and felt a tear shed as he wrote 'it's over' on the page and setting it on top of the vanilla folders in the kitchen. He walked to the genkan and frowned as he looked back at the apartment, the memories of them laughing, crying, fighting one another, and of course loving one another floating through his mind and a tightness in his chest as all of that had now broken into a billion sharp pieces as he opened the door and pulled the suitcase behind him.
The blue-haired man walked to the station as a long stare fell on to his face as he ruffled his midnight-blue hair and thought about where to go now that he was alone in the world…with no one to love and no one to hold. He was free from everything, but felt like a ton was strapped to each of his ankles as he walked on to the metal metro car and heard a small ding as the doors closed.
To Be Continued!
Hey So I'd like to thank you for reading this chapter, please review and tell me how you liked it. This is the first NXH fanfict I've written in a while and well I may be a bit rusty. I hope you continue to read 'The Day You Left' until the end!
~EmotheBunny~
