Pretty Ones
Ryoma had learned never to trust the pretty ones. They always made the pain worse.
Fuji Syusuke was no exception. Oh, he had tried to seduce Ryoma, with the light-colored locks that swayed like feathers in a light breeze, the clear-blue eyes that opened only when interested. He had caressed Ryoma's cheek and whispered into his ears…
"You're mine…"Ryoma had said nothing. He only continued panting, unable to say long sentences, stuck only to short phrases.
"Say it, Ryoma, love," Fuji murmured into his ear, slowing his movements to emphasize his point. "You know you want to…"
"Syusuke," Ryoma whispered, need crying out. "Please…"
"Just say it," Fuji replied back, a sadistic smile on his face. "It'll end all of this."
"I'm…I'm yours," Ryoma breathed out heavily, gasping as Fuji stroked the flat plain of his stomach, drawing his nails lightly across it to maximize it's effect.
"Yes, Ryoma," Fuji said, eyes opening as he looked over his lover's slender form under him, writhing and struggling under the play of his own crafty hands. "You are mine!" He leaned down and placed his lips on that creamy, slim neck and had sealed Ryoma's fate with a kiss that went deeper than the skin.
Ryoma could only cry out softly and arch his back…
In the end, Fuji left him. He remembered the pain, still shouldering some of it now, despite the fact that it was four years ago. He tried to forget it all, the anguish that came in the end when his counterpart left him. To him back then, Fuji was his other half. Together, they were one of the same whole and they were complete.
However, if they were so perfect, then why did they split apart? Why? That question he continuously asked himself, trying to figure out if it truly was his fault that Fuji left…
"I'm sorry, Syusuke!" he exclaimed. "I really am!"
Fuji stood with his back to Ryoma, head slightly bowed down. He gave a heavy sigh. "For what you did, I don't know if I could forgive you, Ryoma."
"But I really didn't do it on purpose!" Ryoma's gold eyes were filled with confusion and remorse, but Fuji didn't perceive it. "I never meant to hurt Yuuta! He was the one that challenged me in the first place and—"
"It doesn't matter anymore," Fuji interrupted. "I have to take him to a special hospital elsewhere. Onee-chan and I are to accompany him. I don't think we'll ever come back."
Ryoma's shoulders sagged in defeat as he took in Fuji's words. The black locks fell over his eyes, shielding them as Fuji turned to face him for the first time that day. If only Ryoma had looked into the clouded blue eyes, he would have observed the anger within as well as the immense sorrow.
"I… I see…" Ryoma whispered, more to himself than to Fuji. "I guess this is good-bye, Fuji-senpai…" He turned and walked out of the apartment that they had once shared, but from now on would only contain the darkest memories…
Four years ago. Ryoma should have forgotten the pain. But random occurrences in his life reminded him of the blue-eyed tensai at the most bizarre of times.
There was that one time he agreed to a date with a girl a year after their split, but had to cancel in the middle of it as his heart nearly tore itself apart. She had black hair, but her eyes were almost the same twinkling shade as his.
He would walk by the beach and lean upon the railing, and suddenly remember the cheerful days when Fuji would take him there and they would spend the day in peace, with him sleeping on the sand and Fuji taking pictures of the sparkling sapphire sea.
God, is it really my fault? Ryoma would ask himself contemplatively. If only he had heard the full story… Tch, he really is too protective of his brother. His mind would argue back and forth, until a growl of frustration broke out of his mouth and shattered his concentration. At this point, with a heavy heart, he would slowly make his way home; not paying attention to his surroundings, nor to the people in the streets that stared at his effeminate features and wondered if that person really was a guy…
And he never detected the gaze from a pair of alluring blue eyes across the street, following his movements.
A/N-I've had this for a while, but never really had the chance to post it up. I wasn't sure if people would like it, but…there haven't been that many FujiRyo fics lately, so I suppose that is an excuse to post this. I'm also searching for a beta reader, since I kind of feel I need one. Give a shout out to me, and we'll proceed from there, I guess.
Thanks for reading. Oh, and don't forget to review, so I know people like it. It's summer, and I need a push to get started.
-The Unreal Phantom