One of my favourite songs inspired me today while listening to the radio and somehow this little baby was born.
Disclaimer: Lyrics belong to Phil Collins. I only borrowed it for this fiction.
Against All Odds
Aomine Daiki was suddenly standing on the stage. He pried the microphone from one of the band members hands and peered over all the surprised faces, to find a certain tall man, who was just about to walk away. Without much thought to it, he opened his mouth and the first melancholic words of his favourite song since one year, poured out of his throat.
How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
He ignored the stares. Only watched the broad back and how it twitched when the first lyrics hit his ears. The guy stopped, but didn't turn around. And Aomine continued to sing what he felt, since the horrible day this man walked out on him.
How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave
Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
There were murmurs coming from the crowd and some of the guests already had turned their heads to look at the tall man.
So take a look at me now, 'cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now, 'cause there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what
I've got to face
The smaller guy beside the man, tugged at the fine tuxedo jacket, which fitted perfectly around the broad shoulders and muscled arms. He said something and tried to pull the taller guy away.
I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
Aomine wasn't crying at the moment. But he still felt the hot tears from one year ago. Felt the agony and pain, as the door closed and silence befell their shared apartment.
So take a look at me now, 'cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
He remembered the photo, which still remained on his night stand, even after all this time. His voice cracked, recalling the empty hours, days and month. Waiting. Waiting, that the door would open and he would come back to him.
Take a look at me now, 'cause there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what
I've got to face
The tall man shook his head at something his smaller companion said and suddenly tears were streaming down the pretty face. He stared at his feet and his hand fell slowly away from the black smoking sleeve.
Take a good look at me now, 'cause I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've got to take
Strong hand gripped a tender shoulder and squeezed tightly, before the short man spun on his heels, leaving the taller guy behind. Aomine's midnight-blue eyes never once left his desired person. Inwardly trembling, waiting. Hoping, that his plea didn't fall on deaf ears, he let the last sounds fade away.
Take a look at me now
And the love of his life, turned and looked at him. Not once was Aomine Daiki faster down a stage. He stopped shortly before the slightly smaller man, not sure if he was allowed to. But when he saw the beginning of the beloved smile, he couldn't restrain himself and wrapped his arm around his lover. His face nuzzled into the crook of the man's neck, he inhaled deeply and kissed the sensitive skin behind the flushed ear.
"Taiga."
THE END