Sweet Tangerine
It was raining that night and he couldn't sleep. He was thinking too much and the restless demon in him wouldn't leave him alone. Krad was of the sort that would go on a homicidal rampage should he let his guard down; the blonde would take over and hurt Niwa.
And somehow he found himself outside, walking to the redhead's house. His clothes and hair were soaked through, but he really didn't notice. Krad was strangely silent in the back of his head. His mind drifted as his feet, on autopilot, brought him closer and closer to the other's house.
Niwa had a girlfriend, though once they had been close. But he had made a mistake, and now Dark was interfering. And while his own wasn't as bad as the other, things weren't that great. He wanted things back to the way they were, and sometimes he thought Niwa wanted the same thing. Even with Niwa's girlfriend, he was the only one who really understood everything the other was dealing with because he went through the same thing. In a way, he was the only one Niwa could really count on.
And suddenly he was at the house. The rain had stopped, but somehow that was worse. He stood there, looking at Niwa's window, confused as to why he was there and silently praying the other was awake and would come to the window and see him. And they could work it out. He just wanted the redhead all to himself, but so many things stood in the way.
He knew he made a mistake, but it wasn't that bad. It wasn't even a real kiss, just a peck on the cheek, nothing. Without bad things, one can't appreciate the good things. But Niwa had run off, not listening.
So now, two days later, he was at the other's house at three in the morning, hoping against hope that he was awake.
And somehow he had scaled the side of the house and stood on the balcony. The door was cracked open a bit, and he snuck in, just to take a quick look. Krad was beginning to stir in his mind, silently urging him to take action; he just barely contained it. But then he saw Daisuke, just beginning to wake up, and he knew he couldn't leave, not now. Somehow, he would force Dai into a confrontation because he wanted to fix things. And Daisuke would listen this time.
I wrote this a while ago, hoping to start a weird series of one-shots based around songs. I've got a mess of idea floating around, but I keep... not writing them.
Song: Sweet Tangerine
Artist: The Hush Sound (you can find them on myspace)
