Alright! Hello people! I'm finally dragging my sorry ass out of my angsty-emo-corner and rebirthing myself into the world of FanFiction. I think this is the most excited I've been about writing for a while. I hope I don't run off like a pathetic coward like I did a while ago. But now I'm going to wipe the slate clean and be more patient with myself this time.
-Let this encounter be most delightful
Summary: It was one of those rare occasions where Gareki would smile.
Rating: T for language
Genre: friendship/family & Hurt/Comfort
The sight before Gareki was a familiar one. One he never could understand how he grew to find it familiar. Their smiles and laughter filled the moonlit night with a drunken euphoria. Yet another performance, yet another parade. Circus once again succeeded. All members and then some, celebrating under the night sky.
Gareki stood out of sight from anyone and merely observed. A warm feeling arose into his chest, a feeling he'd been feeling a lot lately. He stared at the grins running across the faces of his new found friends.
His breathing paused.
Were they his friends?
Were they all something more?
Or were they the nothing his inner being believed they were?
That false sense of security. That horrible thought of only being used and nothing more. It burned. It burned, and he never knew why.
Stop it.
The young teen subconsciously clutched at his shirt. The aching in his chest returned.
Enough, you idiot!
His chest tightened.
There is no place for you.
Gareki grew dizzy due to the pathetic fact he forgot to breathe. He sighed.
"Damn you idiot," he mumbled to himself.
"Quit thinking about that depressing shit," the grip on his shirt tightened.
Thinking about it makes it worse.
He stood there. And stood there. Nobody noticed, or so he hoped.
Know your place.
The pain grew. The insecurity intensified. He drew farther into himself.
He was nothing to them.
He was nothing to anybody.
He was simply nothing.
A pawn.
He froze, his eyes going dark. Yes, that's what he was; a pawn. Bait. Bait for Varuga.
"I'm-"
"Gareki?"
Yogi.
"Hey, what are doing all alone?"
"I- nothing. I'm just chilling. What's it to ya'?"
The older male frowned, "everybody was wondering where you were, so…"
What?
Gareki's stoic mask flashed a look of surprise but disappeared just as fast. Maybe he was just saying that to keep up the act. To make him feel as though they possibly cared.
"Yeah, and so what?" his tone far harsher than he intended.
"Well- I, we wanted you to join us."
Doubt. Doubt flooded Gareki's thoughts.
"Why?"
The blonde hesitated.
"Because you're our friend."
That simple statement said a thousand words. Words of truth. How Gareki knew, he'd never know. The look in the in Yogi's eyes said everything that Gareki had thought was never true. His chest felt warm once more. He kept silent.
Yogi took the teen's silence as an 'okay', and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on. Everyone's waiting."
Yogi tugged Gareki along, walking through the crowds of civilians. The raven head looked for familiar faces with no luck.
"Gareki!"
He looked up. There, standing before him, was circus. Each giving him a smile or something of the resemblance that they were happy to see him.
Yogi ran ahead, and wave him over.
"Come over here!" Nai called with his hands cupped around his mouth.
He hesitated.
The aching feeling left for good.
He let go.
The warmth in his chest spread to his face then disappearing, leaving behind only a small, unnoticeable smile.
Alright! How was it?
OOC, I know. But if it wasn't; hooray!
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