Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, but if they did ... this is what happens...
Also, thank you to my lovely beta-reader RedLines for beta-reading this, for without her this wouldn't be as nicely written (this isn't an exaggeration Lol xD)
The lit cigarette omitted a dangerous smoke that wisped from it gently. The blond man exhaled another puff from the nicotine object, ignoring the feeling of it traveling down his raspy throat. He sat down in a disastrous fashion, his back hunched over and forehead resting on his palms. He stared off into the distance, full of nothingness; his pair of glassy orbs were now dull marbles exposed through half lidded eyes, like the eyes of a lifeless doll.
"...not since the accident."
Frau flinched to hear Castor's voice, and he was immediately brought back into reality. The man was sitting alone in the living room. Frau's living room was a catastrophe, similar to his own image; his clothes were thrown recklessly around the floor and a coupe vodka bottles littered the coffee table.
He touched his head, as if to make the headache to come to an end, however, it seemed to have an opposite effect.
"Quiet, Castor, you know how touchy this subject is to Frau..."
There was another familiar voice that seemed to continue the conversation in a whispering manner. If it wasn't for the ringing and pain in his head, from drowning himself in alcohol, he would've heard the murmurs of the discussion. As if wondering what was happening in his dimly lit kitchen, he raised his head to only strain his eyes at the sensitivity of the luminosity. He got up leisurely from the rickety chair, and made his way towards his destination. The man moved to and fro, due to his legs being dead asleep.
When the man wobbled into the kitchen, two pair of eyes instantly glanced at him. He spotted the two other males, Castor and Labrador, sitting at the table with papers gathered neatly in between them. Frau would've laughed at how disheveled they looked, but he couldn't even muster to move a facial muscle on his face.
Castor and Labrador looked like parents who had a troublesome child, and arguing who would change the baby's diaper next. The chocolate smear on Labrador's rosy cheek only proved that thought. Frau once again, at least wanted to scoff at how the two got along too well, but even the feeling of breathing through his mouth seemed like his throat was swallowing gravel and sand being rubbed over his tongue.
The man lurched at the cabinet to get a cup, to only give out a gruff sigh as he fumbled with the handle of the cupboard. He felt eyes of the two burning holes in his back, Frau left out a harsh chuckle as he turned around to face the pair.
"Jesus Christ, the way you guys are staring at me, someone might think that I just cock-blocked you guys from beginning some rough, cheesy se-", Frau began in a hoarse voice, as if his vocal cords were parched.
"Frau!" Castor warned the blue eyed man.
"I'm just saying the truth, glasses." Frau groaned in response.
The blond felt his body stagger backwards and his vision starting to fill with dancing black spots. He took a whim to glance at the redhead, to only discover that he was being looked at with pity. 'Why...pity?' Frau's thought sunk into his mind.
"Hey, don't look at me like that", Frau glared back at the older man, "Someone might think I am a dead man walking." 'Well I am feeling like on now.' Frau huffed, adding the thought in his mind.
The tall man's hands couldn't help but trail the counter top's surface, unconsciously colliding his hand with a shiny object, He traced the form of the cold object, which called for his eye's attention. A nostalgic feeling washed over him as he twirled the green mug in his palms.
Frau's attention was rapidly captured; cradling the cup like it was a fragile piece of thin glass. Castor and Labrador tensed as they watched the man bring it closer to his face, intensively observing it like it was something important.
The color of the mug created memories from a certain hilarious day when Teito had received the green cup from his uncle overseas. 'Thinking about that brat, where is he?' Frau wondered as he pushed aside his throbbing migraine. His numb eyes diverted to look back at his friends who glanced at him with worry.
"Where is Teito?"
Frau sensed Castor tense up, a hitched breath caught in his throat and quickly shooting a look towards his boyfriend. Because of that action, he realized that something was feeling out of place. His whole apartment looked like there was a hardcore party here just a second ago. The alcoholic beverages rolled near his bed side, along with the lonely cigarettes which littered the ash tray.
Where were Teito's belongings? And his acrylic and water color collection paints? Or the dainty brushes that sunbathed near the window at the desk in the morning, but now replaced with beer bottles? These constant thoughts were annoying him, 'But what if the kid brought his belongings someplace else?' He slightly calmed down believing it in this case.
If Teito was here, Frau would have been given a proper scolding for smoking nonstop. Or maybe getting a punch or two for being addicted to drinking and smoking, but no one could blame him for doing these things, right?
"So, where is shorty?"
"Frau..."
Labrador's whisper was so faint; the blond could only see the short man's lips moving to form unknown words. The hangover was getting the best of him, and now it was trying to make the all mighty Frau Birkin deaf? What a joke.
"Damn...Where is the brat?"
Every single time the man spoke, he was unsure of himself whether he was saying the things he "wanted to hear". Mentioning Frau's little lover made the couple jitter, unable to answer the blue eyed blond. He peeked at the green cup once again, seeing his own horrible reflection of himself.
There were huge dark bags underneath his eyes, and his hair looked greasy and disgusting from not washing it for a whole week. He could even remark at how sickly pale his face looked and how his high cheek bones gave off more of an older tone. He wanted to see how Teito would react to this pathetic image of himself now, a dreadful lonely and hopeless figure...But for him to see the boy and vice versa, Teito need to come home first.
"Is Teito-"
"Stop it, Frau." Castor replied roughly, looking away to one of the papers at the desk, "Just...stop. We can't keep doing this anymore."
Frau wanted to retaliate with Castor, But Labrador stepped in, and Frau wished...wished that the botanist would have never said anything. He would have begged or even died for those words to never leave the man's petite lips.
"Frau", Labrador's voice broke, on the verge of tears as he turned away to break eye contact with the pitiful man as small crystal drop began racing down Labrador's cheek, "Teito...Teito is dead."