Characters belong to Takanaga Hinako.
So, if you havent heard, I lost the USB with all my KB fics on it. All of them. I've since started a few new stories, but Im kinda depressed about it. Im posting this one so that you'll have something to read while I try to rebuild the old stories, but dont expect it to be updated on a regular basis. Its just a filler.
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Anywho~ Its a simple "Be careful what you wish for" story.
Enjoy? Review? I could really use one of those about now...
Prologue
It was another dark Saturday night, and Tetsuhiro Morinaga was standing under a streetlight a few streets down from the hospital. In one hand was a small bouquet of flowers, and in the other a long hand-written note. Neither would serve their purpose tonight.
On the weekends, Tetsuhiro would usually hang out with his friends, but truth be told, he didn't have many of those nowadays. No one wanted to hang around the guy who seduced a member of the Junya family. No one wanted to have their reputation smeared that way.
By now, Tetsuhiro was used to the harsh glares and useless whispers—he knew what they were saying about him. He was used to being alone by now, and it didn't matter that much, because he only wanted to see one person anyways. His family hated him, his friends had disappeared, and at 15 he had taken a few too many sips of beer, but he had no one to cry to except his already soaked pillow and a small teddy bear Masaki had given him on their fifth "date". In the dark, after the long nightly fight he had with his parents, he would talk to it, tell it his secrets, and desperately wish it was someone else in his arms.
"I miss you," he would whisper over and over again, finally drifting off to sleep. "I still love you, Masaki-san…"
But now, as he slowly walked home, dreading the fight that was sure to be had at his late arrival, he felt those feelings change. Since he had heard Masaki had slashed his wrist, his heart had been filled with near constant worry. It was only natural to worry about someone you loved. However, Tetsuhiro wasn't all that sure of that feeling anymore. What was love anyway? Was it the butterflies, the excitement, the urge to kiss, the willingness to do what they wanted? Was it the physical feeling of their skin against yours, the pleasure in the connections of their bodies, the euphoria in the after-effects of sex? What was it, because he didn't have any of those anymore. All he had was the need to see him, to know he was okay. Those stupid security people wouldn't even tell him how he was doing.
Tetsuhiro felt a strange surge of anger. The rumors were wrong! He didn't seduce Masaki and he didn't dump him! It was more the other way around if anything else. Sure, he had confessed, but Masaki was the one pushing to go further, telling him to be happy, and then just dumping him because his brother yelled at them. In the back of his mind, Tetsuhiro always knew Masaki was in love with Kunihiro. But he didn't want to think about it—didn't want to believe it. He was happy that he had won Masaki, not Kunihiro, but in the end…in the end, he knew that he wouldn't be able to tell a soul the truth.
Finding a trash can, he dumped the flowers once again, but folded the note up and stuck it in his back pocket. Just in case, he told himself. He didn't want to go home. Dad would yell. Mom might slap him again. Kunihiro, well, he pretended he didn't exist these days. That was kind of okay. Tetsuhiro had nothing to say to him anyways. Everyone had left him, all because of one unlocked door. Tears spilled over and poured down his face. He looked up at the moon, remembering a night a few months back when everything was still okay.
Masaki was sleeping over, and had snuck into his room and woken Tetsuhiro up.
"Come on," he hissed in the dark. "I wanna show you something."
Reluctantly, Tetsuhiro let himself be pulled out of bed and walked over to the window where Masaki was standing. "What if Nii-san wakes up? He'll get suspicious." He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"It's alright, he was fast asleep." Masaki whispered and pulled the curtain back. Pale moonlight flooded into the room. The moon was full and bright and seemed to have a certain meaning to it.
Masaki pointed to it and said, "See how big it is tonight?" When Tetsuhiro nodded, he continued. "My mom once told me it's a Lover's Moon and that when the sky is full of light, like full moons and shooting stars, it's sorta like a promise to lost lover's everywhere that love will find its way. That why it's so bright. It's trying to light the lover's path back to each other. It means that eventually, everything will be alright, even if it isn't now. True love finds its way." Masaki looked at Tetsuhiro and smiled.
He smiled back, pulled him close, and whispered in his ear, "But Masaki-san, we have each other right here. We're not lost. We don't need the moon or shooting stars, because we're together." Then Tetsuhiro pulled the curtain closed, darkening the room again, and kissed Masaki lightly on the lips. "Forever, right?"
It was a sad smile Masaki gave him. He looked guilty. "Yeah," he muttered. "Forever." They kissed again and Masaki returned to Kunihiro's room.
Tetsuhiro was staring at the moon—a Lovers Moon tonight— letting the tears fall, when he saw it. It was bright flash speeding across the sky. A shooting star! It really was a night dedicated to lovers. Quickly, closed his eyes and he made a wish.
I wish that one day, I'll find someone who loves me back…
Tetsuhiro smiled sadly but kept his eyes closed.
Because wishes didn't come true.
And shooting stars can't find love.
And he was so sure that he'd never be in love again.
