I do not own Gokusen 3. Or Ren, or Yamato for that matter. Trust me, things would have taken a turn for the worst if I did.
This is a story that I first posted on my LJ account, one of the few that actually can be uploaded here too.
So enjoy the angst.
Yamato looked down at the world around him.
Angry for some of them being happy, when he was not.
He could still remember the first time he'd seen Ren. Damn, even then he had been beautiful. Maybe that was why Yamato had hated him so much. Because Ren had forced him to think of things he hadn't wanted to.
Becoming friends with Ren had changed his world. It hadn't taken all that long for him to realize he'd never really hated Ren in the first place.
And it didn't take very long for him to realize that Ren was his other half. The one who balanced him. The one to make him feel strong. Yamato had always felt the need to prove himself, but with Ren at his side the need for that faded.
It had been exactly three hours since he saw Ren's face the last time. He had stood here for the last two.
It had been so wrong. To see him like that.
The pale emotionless face, the faded eyes.
The cold skin under his lips as he pressed the good-bye kiss on Ren's lips.
He hadn't cried. He wasn't even sure if he could. It hurt too much. To breath. To think. To move. There were no tears. It hurt too much for that.
This wasn't supposed to end like this. They were supposed to have more time. They were supposed to share more than one real kiss.
He could still feel Ren's lips on his own, Ren's hands in his hair. The warmth of Ren's body so close to himself.
But that had been before all of this happened.
Before everything turned to dust.
Finally the smallest of smiles crossed Yamato's face.
He took a step forward.