Warning: death, over-active imagination, failing at Angst
Disclaimer: There's no way gorilla will be so cruel to his MC...
Amusement Park is Far From Amusing
He smiles through the pain, through the wounds, through the cuts.
The physical pain doesn't hurt as much as the phantom hand squeezing his heart. He couldn't gasp. Couldn't choke a sound. Couldn't let out a sob.
The tears won't come either.
The overly cloudy day was indeed ominous. He should've known.
Should've told him, No, let's stay at home today.
Should've said, I can cook lunch if you're hungry. I can humour you if you're bored. I can embrace you if you need warmth.
Shouldn't have been persuaded and frowned.
And should've punched him to say, Spending time with you is more important.
But he didn't do any of those.
Couldn't say any of it.
He let him have his ways- even though he knew that the world is cruel. Yes, it has always been cruel to him.
For the last two years since her death, the attitude of the world didn't change towards him. He should've known it coming; should've expected fate to come knocking.
He donned his dark blue sash to his dark blue kimono. He tugged his crease to straighten the sleeves and smoothed the chest line. He pocketed his cigarettes into the sleeves and tucked his sword by his side.
He was excited, uncertain, embarrassed, nervous, reluctant, weary, but happy. He complied with his selfishness as long as it satisfied him and especially if it made him happy. His smiles are worth the trouble.
He found him waiting, dressed in his casual blue and white kimono, pacing about like a husband waiting for the wife's labor. He could never tell what goes on inside that curly head but he can determine that it's stupid. It's always stupid.
But for all his stupidity, he was dashing.
He obviously took the time and effort to change his appearance- from one of sloppiness to prim and proper. He (tried) to smoothen out his hair and straightened out his kimono. He was standing there, gorgeously presentable.
The time and effort paid off, it made him secretly happy. He wouldn't say it outright though, but with the redness of his ears, he's sure that he knows anyway. He has stopped pacing too, and unknowingly smiled that heart-stopping smile at him.
It was perfect. The perfect peak of happiness.
It was the rare day that they have looked like a normal couple, enjoying the sun as they play, eat, chat. They teased and joked, and made others deemed them as the lovey-dovey stupid couple that they themselves hated so much.
They laughed as they bicker, no hard feelings or poisonous words can pass from their mouths to ruin their day. It was a simple happiness that they have usually deprived themselves of.
The anomaly of it all was, today was too perfect for a date.
He should've realized.
The rollercoaster of happiness only stops at the top momentarily.
He asked to rest. To leave him there. Buy him a drink. He left with a Stop smoking, your lung's full of holes.
The rollercoaster of happiness speed down the rails with impossible velocity.
The screw was loose. The people scream. The children's cry is turning into fearful terror. He chased after him, and him after the children.
The rollercoaster of happiness stands still at the bottom unmoving.
Unmoving, much like the lifeless body on his lap.
A/N: I'm sorry... I just needed to vent...