You'll Think of Me
"I saw you!" Ayame was crying now, not even trying to hide it. "I saw you with her!"
Hatori just scrubbed his hands over his face and looked at his irate lover. The drawers in Ayame's dresser were all pulled out, the contents scattered around the room. As his stepped towards the smaller man to try and comfort him, he felt something give way under his foot. He lifted his shoe to find the tiny snake statue he had given Ayame for their first anniversary, way back in high school. He had to stop and take a breath.
Ayame lobbed a drawer at his head before Hatori managed to grab his wrists and pull him into his arms.
"Aya, I never meant to hurt you," Hatori murmured softly into the other man's hair. Ayame broke away from him, bracing himself against the closet door, even as he tried to shrink in on himself.
"Well you did! Putting your hands on her, your mouth." There were new tears in his eyes now. "I gave you everything Hari, how could you do this to me?"
Hatori took another breath before trying once again to step towards the snake, his hands raised in a gesture of peace.
"I love her…maybe more than anyo—"
The sweater of his that Ayame loved from a long ago vacation in Kyoto hit him in the face, followed by three CDs, a stuffed bear he had given Ayame for the previous birthday, his scarf from the last visit and finally Ayame ripped the necklace from his neck, a silver heart, and chucked at Hatori.
"Take it and go." Ayame mumbled bitterly. "You're free."
Hatori gathered up all the things Ayame had thrown at him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. He had been with Aya for so many years, through so much. He could remember their first time. Ayame had cried because he had never thought anyone would be able to love him. Hatori had been able to give him that. And now, he was doing this to him. Hatori felt the tears starting in his own eyes. Ayame deserved better than this, but he didn't know how to do it any gentler. He loved Kana.
Ayame began to shove him towards the door. He practically threw the doctor onto his porch.
"Fine!" Ayame screeched. "Fine! Go to her! But you'll be sorry! Someday soon, you'll come crawling back to me. But I'll have moved on"
It wasn't the words, but the look on Ayame's face as he slammed the door that made Hatori shudder. He had never seen such naked hatred on anyone's face, let alone the man he had loved for so many years. He was sorry it had ended this way.
He went with Kana, and was very happy. At least on the outside.
But he missed his Aya.
And a while later—when Kana was gone and his eye was healed—Hatori did knock on Ayame's door.
And Shigure answered.
They spent a minute looking at each, trying to figure out what to say before Ayame gently leveraged Shigure out of the way and closed the door.