A/N: Yes. I blame Hotel California for this. -Sighs- This is what I get from plugging Hotel California on repeat. Don't ask.
Well, it IS the PoT boys in here, just... Not the usual cast, and older. First person to review and guess who's PoV this is in gets a fic request. -Innocent look- No, I'm not plugging for more reviews. Nuh uh. Absolutely not.
Warning: Shounen-ai, Death fic. Horribly angsty and emo. Don't like it? Hit the back button and return back to more sanitized fics. Un-beta-ed.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys here. They all belong to Konomi Takeshi-sensei. If they did belong to me,the manga would NOT be worksafe anymore. And Seigaku wouldn't be main cast. -Bares fangs-
The sleek black porsche snaked along the highway, blending into the darkness perfectly silent as the well-oiled engine made almost no noise at all.
The dark-haired man at the wheel laughed to himself, the stench of alcohol permeating through the car as the air-conditioning blew at full blast. An empty bottle of tequila rolling around on the floor of the passenger seat as an opened one was held in his hand. Tears were streaming down his face as he continued drinking from the bottle, not caring about the surrounding environment any longer.
Memories from the funeral earlier kept playing back in his mind, the accusing looks of his once teammates and friends were burned into his mind. The anguished screams of a mother and father who had lost their only child rang in his ears, making him down the last bit of the alcohol in the bottle. Tossing it down, he reached for the third one, taking his hands off the steering wheel to open it before he chugged down a good portion of the liquid.
"... So when are you coming back?"
"I don't know. The work's been piling up and there're a few clients I have to attend to personally in the next few weeks."
"It's the fifth time you're bailing out on our promise."
A pause, then a sigh.
"... ... I'm sorry but--"
"But work comes first. I know, I know."
"It doesn't seem like you do."
"Can you blame me for wanting to see you?"
Silence. Mentally he pictured the other man sighing silently over the phone.
"I'll try, I can't confirm it right now--"
"I'm sorry. I was being unreasonable."
Another pause, this time, he spoke first.
"I lo--"
"I know you do."
He should have said it then. So many chances, so many times he could have said those three words and he didn't. Now, he would never get the chance to say it again, never get the chance to wrap his arms around that deceptively lean figure to whisper the sweet, corny words he knew the other loved to hear. It was his fault, that the other pushed to make it back on time for his birthday, that he pushed for a flight even though a storm was on its way, that the plane crashed, taking him along with it.
Eyelids drooping, the mental images of the accusing stares stood out amongst all the rest, his friends, teammates and the family of the other. Closing his eyes, he apologised weakly, the sound disappearing under the roaring of the air-conditioning as more tears spilled.
Outside the car, the wheels of the black porsche lost its grip, sending the car spinning across the highway. Grabbing the steering wheel, he tried to regain control of the car but to no avail. Gripping the wheel tightly, the dark-haired man braced himself for the impact about to come. Brushing his hand across the picture on the passenger seat, he smiled softly.
"Forgive me, Keigo." he whispered before the car crashed against the street lamp. Swiftly and painlessly, he slipped into oblivion, the one final hope of seeing his love again disappearing alongside his consciousness.
A/N: Told you death fic. Now go click on that button below and submit a review for this hungry little author here.