*** so I thought I'd try something a little... different with my OTP. I'm not positive if I want this as a multi-chapter but it's 2:17am and I need to get this story out.

Warning: Angst, mentions of violence and abuse. ***

As I stare blankly into the flames of my worn down fire place, blanket wrapped tightly around me, only one thought entered my mind.

The same sentence repeated itself over and over in my mind, eyes brightened by the thick layers of tears threatening to escape.

"God, I hate nights like these."

I try not to think about how hoarse my voice sounds, or how the light illuminating from my watch formed into the shape of a green 3:45. Most of all, I try not to think about my husband.

Who, not to my surprise, has yet to come home.

Honestly, I don't know how it got to this. We were so happy when we first started dating. 'Love sick teenagers' is how our parents saw us, but to us, we were more like soul mates.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I'd live to regret those feelings.

"Satsuki, it's the third time this week that he's," the sound of metals clinking together interrupted the redhead. "Oh, here he comes now. I'll call you later," slamming his thumb on the end button, Taiga stomped his way towards the now opened door.

"And where the fuck have you been, Daiki? Do you know what time it is?"

Choosing to ignore him, the bluenett trudged right past him. The strong smell of liquor, plus being completely ignored, made the older male see red.

"Oi! I know you heard me, bastard! Come back down here and tell me what the fuck your problem is!" He was practically screaming at the empty stairwell, facial expression livid.

He hadn't expected his husbands drunken fury would land him in the hospital that night.

4:02am.

A shaky sigh escaped my lips, tears now freely flowing down my pale cheek. Even now, three months later, I can still hear the horrible, liquor slurred, names he called me. Invisible fist are still slamming against my trembling form.

It wasn't until I was sprawled out on the ground, cool tile clashing with my now heated flesh, that I felt a tongue run up my bruised neck.

"Oh my God, Kagamin!"

The horrified scream came from the open doorway as a women of pink hair ran towards the occupied hospital bed. "D-Dai chan, what happened to him?"

Seated next to me in a plastic green chair was my husband, face resembling stone.

"Dunno, I walked in on him like this. Some of our furniture got trashed so I figured he tried to fight of a burglar or somethin'."

The oxygen mask made it difficult to speak, not that the lump in my throat would allow it.

That, and the way his finger nails discreetly dug into my palm silenced all my protest.

"What, you suddenly don't know how to open your mouth when someone walks in?"

I don't even have to look at him to know what took him so long, perfume and alcohol are a pretty strong mixture.

"I'll learn to speak when you learn to come home on time," it made me sick to hear how hollow my voice had become because of him. Because of the man who stole my heart.

Then crushed it in the palm of his hand.

My OTP :'(

Well, I don't know if this will be a one shot or not ( up to you guys ) but I am kinda happy with how this turned out considering it was off the top of my head.

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