AU fic of Hamatora describing how Nice might have reacted to Art's death.
A different characterization so they might be OOC. Also terrible writing.
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Friends, is such a convenient thing.
Never too far but never too close, always at an arms distance.
But remaining friends seemed like a curse when in love.
Nice remembers that day well. The day when he wanted to confess, the day when he seen the line between them, a wall that could never be surpassed.
Jealously always got in the way, even hand to hand with love.
Art knew. He always knew what Nice will say that day. He knew yet he couldn't stop himself from saying, "Will you always remain my friend Nice?"
Art saw Nice stop. His opened mouth silently closed to swallow up his words that were almost out. Nice gave Art a smile. But Art knew, he knew.
Nice came to understand Murasaki's words that particular day Art snapped at him. A bird with beautiful wings and a bird with broken wings, Nice did not know what Murasaki meant but he believed that he was the bird with the broken wings. Art with his beautiful wings will just fly away, becoming unreachable and forever uncatchable.
But Nice was wrong.
Art was the one with the broken wings.
"Art…" His voice broke. Unable to move from the spot, he just stared at the broken body before him. Iliac hair smeared with dark red, a ghostly white skin with a lifeless yet beautiful face. It all seemed unreal. The cold grave stone that engraved Art's brother's name sat there watching the lifeless body. Art's phone was at a close reach, it was as if the body had tried to reach for it even after death. One missed call was displayed on the screen. Murasaki attempted to move towards the body but was stopped when Nice grabbed him and clutched at the collar of his jacket. Nice pulled Murasaki's face close to his then shouted, "What could I have done?"
Desperation. The unspoken words haunting him, breaking him, killing him…
Nice gave out a broken sob, a sound Murasaki never heard from Nice before. He slowly went onto his knees, his hands still clutching at Murasaki's jacket. Murasaki just stared at his broken partner sadly, unable to say anything. Then Nice slowly crawled over to where the body lay, gently lifting it from the ground into his arms. Not caring about the blood and tears, smearing, sinking.
"I love you." Nice whispered, his voice shaking. His hands gently caressed the beautiful pale face which Nice often dreamed of doing. Nice often dreamed about many moments he might have shared. Embraces, kisses, and love making…he dreamed them often, always hoping because he knew.
Friends, was such a convenient thing.
For Art it was an escape but for Nice it was a curse. Nice knew, he knew Art's love. But he knew how jealousy got in the way.
"I love you." Nice whispered over and over as he continued to clutch the lifeless corpse in his arms.
Nice knew what Art wanted to protect. He knew that it hurt even more.
"I love you."
He knew.
I love you too…