Copyrights belong to the people themselves that I have used in this story, and in no way do I say that such a relationship exists between these two people, written of.
Sorry for the confusion of the his and his, I guess, I hope, you'll figure it out while you read it, but it's kinda a surprise deal. Yeah. I haven't written in at least a year, so this is the first in a while, and first yaoi at all, so bear with me.
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A soft sigh permeated his even softer lips, as the beatiful man gazed endlessly out from his window, chin propped on his palm. He was alone again, another morning after, though this one was to be the last for a long while..
--
Two doors down, he was bent over, hand outstretched, though he did not move to grasp the bag below his fingers. The echos of his breathing sounded eerily over him and he snapped back to reality, hoisting up his bag, while in the same tossing his head to throw back the dark locks of hair that followed his every move.
He was leaving to be his own, but wasn't this supposed to be a feeling of triumph? Instead all he could feel was the ripping of his heart and the lack of oxygen filling his lungs. Dropping the bag once more he collapsed onto the bed and covered his face with his hands.
--
Gently, he shook his head and closed his eyes to escape the blurriness of the outside world, though he felt that he would be amidst blurriness for a long time, after today leaves him. It didn't make any sense to him, he was the leader, head honcho, he could get through this and it would be easy to, right? He can just as easily find someone else to replace his friend..friend? Friend with benefits, whatever he was to him, he wasn't quite sure of that.
--
"Don't be a child, you need to do this and it has to be done, no matter what. You were going to leave sometime, weren't you, weren't you?" His mind was battling his heart, he knew what was right, but he also knew what FELT right. It wasn't fair.. Picking up his suitcase, finally, he slowly drug himself outside of his door, 211, locking it behind him and pulling up to the 207, as his eyes strained to see the man at the window through the cracked door, his heart clenched.
--
Without letting the door squeak, he stepped inside of the room and tiptoed right behind the silent man. Wordlessly, the man turned around, surprising the other, and the standing's own hands shook at the emotion that he could read in that man's deep blue eyes.
The two stared at each other soundlessly before the standing stooped down and pressed his lips firmly against the sitting man's. His breathing once more growing eratic and the other's hands groping gently to hold his face and lips against his own...
--
Opening his eyes with a start, he wiped the dampening away and stepped back from the doorway. It would be much too hard to even think of going in there.
"Gomen ne Gakkun..boku no daisuki.., sayounara*," Masa whispered to the beige door before walking away from it.
~~~
FIN
*I'm sorry Gackt..my beloved.., goodbye (sayounara is generally used for a goodbye that means they will be apart for a long while.)
ANGST!
Sorry for the confusion of the his and his, I guess, I hope, you'll figure it out while you read it, but it's kinda a surprise deal. Yeah. I haven't written in at least a year, so this is the first in a while, and first yaoi at all, so bear with me.
~~~
A soft sigh permeated his even softer lips, as the beatiful man gazed endlessly out from his window, chin propped on his palm. He was alone again, another morning after, though this one was to be the last for a long while..
--
Two doors down, he was bent over, hand outstretched, though he did not move to grasp the bag below his fingers. The echos of his breathing sounded eerily over him and he snapped back to reality, hoisting up his bag, while in the same tossing his head to throw back the dark locks of hair that followed his every move.
He was leaving to be his own, but wasn't this supposed to be a feeling of triumph? Instead all he could feel was the ripping of his heart and the lack of oxygen filling his lungs. Dropping the bag once more he collapsed onto the bed and covered his face with his hands.
--
Gently, he shook his head and closed his eyes to escape the blurriness of the outside world, though he felt that he would be amidst blurriness for a long time, after today leaves him. It didn't make any sense to him, he was the leader, head honcho, he could get through this and it would be easy to, right? He can just as easily find someone else to replace his friend..friend? Friend with benefits, whatever he was to him, he wasn't quite sure of that.
--
"Don't be a child, you need to do this and it has to be done, no matter what. You were going to leave sometime, weren't you, weren't you?" His mind was battling his heart, he knew what was right, but he also knew what FELT right. It wasn't fair.. Picking up his suitcase, finally, he slowly drug himself outside of his door, 211, locking it behind him and pulling up to the 207, as his eyes strained to see the man at the window through the cracked door, his heart clenched.
--
Without letting the door squeak, he stepped inside of the room and tiptoed right behind the silent man. Wordlessly, the man turned around, surprising the other, and the standing's own hands shook at the emotion that he could read in that man's deep blue eyes.
The two stared at each other soundlessly before the standing stooped down and pressed his lips firmly against the sitting man's. His breathing once more growing eratic and the other's hands groping gently to hold his face and lips against his own...
--
Opening his eyes with a start, he wiped the dampening away and stepped back from the doorway. It would be much too hard to even think of going in there.
"Gomen ne Gakkun..boku no daisuki.., sayounara*," Masa whispered to the beige door before walking away from it.
~~~
FIN
*I'm sorry Gackt..my beloved.., goodbye (sayounara is generally used for a goodbye that means they will be apart for a long while.)
ANGST!
