A/N: Heee.. Part 3/3. And this time.. a Daikeru? o.o;; Or a hint of it? First one ever.
Heart's Resurrection
by MintChocolateChip
**Motomiya Daisuke**
You broke me.
I am nothing anymore.
What was I thinking? Become evil? Me? Ha. I couldn't harm a fly.
And why did I do this? Because I'm selfish. I wanted the attention. Respect. I wanted you to look at me.. really look at me, and not laugh. I wanted.. I wanted to be a part of you.
I'm a damn fool.
A damn broken fool, rather.
Whatever trust my.. friends.. had in me, most likely disappeared. Faded away like the mist. Why should they trust me anymore? They probably hate me..
Hate. Such a powerful, overused word. People use that word these days without thinking twice. 'I hate you', 'I hate this and that'.. but they don't really mean it. They're just angry.
Anger. That's a type of hate, you know. Anger consumes you.. breaks you, destroys you, controls you. Like it did to me. It washes away all your friends, and keeps them from coming back to you.
Anger comes when people pity you, when people laugh at you.. when people..
Hate you.
I'm trying to sink into myself now.. trying to make myself look smaller so I could be overlooked. Maybe if I keep trying, I'll disappear for good. Vanish off this damnable, hateful planet.
But somehow.. he still sees me.
Damn him.
*
**Takaishi Takeru**
He's trying to hide from me.
Trying to hide from me by just walking. By just existing.
He can really be foolish, sometimes.
It doens't take me long to catch up with him. Actually, within a few minutes, I'm by his side.
"Didn't I tell you to go away, Takeru?" he whispered to me.
"That was a day ago," I sang cheerfully, throwing my arm around his shoulder. He just slumped farther within himself. Bringing up those barriers. "Tsk, Daisuke, you look like you've been wandering these streets all night." I looked closely at him. "..You have, haven't you?"
"None of your damn business."
Touchy.
"Oh, but it is." I swung myself around, so I was holding onto both of his shoulders and facing him. Tears. Crystalline tears running down his broken, china doll face.
You know.. out of all the things I expected, that one never even came to mind.
"I'm broken."
The word of the century, that is.
Gently, I wrapped both my arms around him, shoving his face into my shoulder.
"You are broken, but I will be here to fix you. I'll always be here, Daisuke."
"The other's.. hate.."
"Never."
It was as if that one word was holding back a well of tears. He grabbed onto my shirt, sobbing uncontrollably into the cloth.
"Why?" he asked hoarsely when the tears subsided. "Why.. why don't you hate me?"
"Because I can't."
I held him, my broken china doll. Held him until his tears stopped flowing and he could stand on his own. And he held me too.
Perhaps.. perhaps I need him just as much as he needs me.
Broken. He is broken.
Yet I will be there to fix him.
-end
A/N: Yes, this is the end. Sorta crappy, yeah.. but hey ^^;;
Heart's Resurrection
by MintChocolateChip
**Motomiya Daisuke**
You broke me.
I am nothing anymore.
What was I thinking? Become evil? Me? Ha. I couldn't harm a fly.
And why did I do this? Because I'm selfish. I wanted the attention. Respect. I wanted you to look at me.. really look at me, and not laugh. I wanted.. I wanted to be a part of you.
I'm a damn fool.
A damn broken fool, rather.
Whatever trust my.. friends.. had in me, most likely disappeared. Faded away like the mist. Why should they trust me anymore? They probably hate me..
Hate. Such a powerful, overused word. People use that word these days without thinking twice. 'I hate you', 'I hate this and that'.. but they don't really mean it. They're just angry.
Anger. That's a type of hate, you know. Anger consumes you.. breaks you, destroys you, controls you. Like it did to me. It washes away all your friends, and keeps them from coming back to you.
Anger comes when people pity you, when people laugh at you.. when people..
Hate you.
I'm trying to sink into myself now.. trying to make myself look smaller so I could be overlooked. Maybe if I keep trying, I'll disappear for good. Vanish off this damnable, hateful planet.
But somehow.. he still sees me.
Damn him.
*
**Takaishi Takeru**
He's trying to hide from me.
Trying to hide from me by just walking. By just existing.
He can really be foolish, sometimes.
It doens't take me long to catch up with him. Actually, within a few minutes, I'm by his side.
"Didn't I tell you to go away, Takeru?" he whispered to me.
"That was a day ago," I sang cheerfully, throwing my arm around his shoulder. He just slumped farther within himself. Bringing up those barriers. "Tsk, Daisuke, you look like you've been wandering these streets all night." I looked closely at him. "..You have, haven't you?"
"None of your damn business."
Touchy.
"Oh, but it is." I swung myself around, so I was holding onto both of his shoulders and facing him. Tears. Crystalline tears running down his broken, china doll face.
You know.. out of all the things I expected, that one never even came to mind.
"I'm broken."
The word of the century, that is.
Gently, I wrapped both my arms around him, shoving his face into my shoulder.
"You are broken, but I will be here to fix you. I'll always be here, Daisuke."
"The other's.. hate.."
"Never."
It was as if that one word was holding back a well of tears. He grabbed onto my shirt, sobbing uncontrollably into the cloth.
"Why?" he asked hoarsely when the tears subsided. "Why.. why don't you hate me?"
"Because I can't."
I held him, my broken china doll. Held him until his tears stopped flowing and he could stand on his own. And he held me too.
Perhaps.. perhaps I need him just as much as he needs me.
Broken. He is broken.
Yet I will be there to fix him.
-end
A/N: Yes, this is the end. Sorta crappy, yeah.. but hey ^^;;