Warnings: Contains character death and one sided shonen-ai.
Disclaimer: I am a poor college student. I own nothing but debts.
Onto the story!
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"Takaishi Takeru and Yagami Hikari cordially invite you to the celebration of their marriage..."
Of course Daisuke went. It would have been too difficult to answer the questions if he didn't go. Hikari had made a beautiful bride. Daisuke had even had the guts to tell her so. The actual ceremony had been long and boring, but Daisuke didn't fail to notice how happy the couple was. Or the proud looks that Yamato, Takeru's best man of course, and Taichi, another groomsman, had on their faces. The ceremony was hell for him, especially the exchanging of the vows. He had lost, and it hit him hard. But he was a loyal friend. He swallowed his pride even more and to the reception.
The reception had been even harder, if that was possible. He had slapped the grin on his face that he was famous for. Happy Daisuke, no matter what happened. He had even approached the couple and congratulated them. It was at that moment that his heart had shattered beyond repair. He and Takeru had stopped arguing a couple of years ago. Daisuke had been sick of using his "crush" on Hikari to hide his true feelings. Takeru had been glad to accept the offered truce. Looking at Takeru next to Hikari had been the final blow. One that nobody even realized. Takeru just looked so happy next to her, and Daisuke knew that he could never make him feel that way. It was the look on Takeru's face that caused Daisuke to be where he was now.
He sat on a cliff overlooking the ocean with a beer bottle swinging between his legs. He took another swig and fingered the note in his hand. He really didn't know why he wrote it as he wasn't going to give it to anyone. Maybe it was to get everything in writing. So that if there was a God, at least He would know his reasoning. Daisuke put the note in his pocket and took another swig. He had once heard a saying: "The hardest thing in life is to watch the one you love, love somebody else."ยน Oh how true it was!
He stood up and threw the empty bottle into the ocean. His mind was made up. He couldn't go on living like this. The damage was irreparable. His heart was broken into a million pieces that no once would be able to piece back together. He stood on the edge and jumped.
Takeru was part of the search party. He hadn't been able to sleep the night he heard. He had switched on the news just as the story started. Daisuke Motomiya was missing, last seen heading to the shore. That's why Takeru was now standing on the beach, looking to the ocean, reflecting on his lost friend.
He heard a shout from behind him and ran to the source. As he reached the rest of the group he gasped. There he was: face pale and lips blue. Jou bent down to feel for a pulse. He stepped and shook his head. Daisuke was dead.
Takeru felt his eyes sting and he quickly lowered head. He looked at his friend, avoiding the face. He noticed something sticking out the pocket. Bending down to pick it up he realized it was a piece of paper. Miraculously, the water hadn't disintegrated the paper. He unfolded it carefully and decided it was a letter. Most of the ink had run and Takeru couldn't make out what it said, until he got to the end. Suddenly he collapsed into hysterics. The letter fell to the ground. Among the smeared ink, four words clearly stood out:
I love you Takeru.
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1. I don't remember who said this quote but it's probably one of the truest things I've ever heard.