Hello. Oh my gosh, yes, I've written more angst. Yay...
Anyway, just a quick one-shot. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Vocaloid, or any of the characters mentioned. Just own the angsty-ness of this.
Mikuo knew. He had always known, from the very beginning. He was just an object; a toy. He knew this, but he did nothing to change it. He made no attempt to try and change the way Akaito viewed him. He knew he wouldn't be able to. All he was to Akaito was a plaything, and a replacement. Mikuo's heart broke every time Akaito used him. When he used him for his own pleasure, and pretended it was someone completely different; Mikuo's twin sister, Miku. Mikuo was hurt every time Akaito would moan out her name as he came down from his pleasured high.
Still, despite the fact his heart had broken over and over, and his arms now bore many faint scars, he did nothing to try and change Akaito's actions. Never once did he try and make the older male realize his feelings; not once did he ever try and tell him how much his actions hurt him, or how much he was deeply in love with Akaito. That was the only reason he let himself be used so horribly; love.
Both Meito and Luki knew of Mikuo's feelings, as did they both know of how Akaito mistreated their younger friend. Both had tried desperately to get Mikuo to tell Akaito how he felt, or get him to stop what he was doing to the teen, but Mikuo just shook his head and smiled a bitter smile every time the topic was brought up, saying there was no reason to worry. Neither Meito nor Luki listened though. They both feared that Akaito's actions would drive Mikuo to suicide, which was the last thing either of them wanted.
After many months of Akaito and Mikuo's 'relationship' Akaito finally asked Miku out, and told Mikuo he was no longer needed when she accepted. Mikuo was heartbroken, as would be expected, but he didn't tell Akaito this. He just nodded slightly, his facial expression devoid of any emotion. He left Akaito's home, ignoring Miku when she skipped past him, and walked to his own apartment.
Meito and Luki were both there, ready to comfort their friend. Mikuo broke down and cried his eyes out the entire night, Meito and Luki doing their very best to comfort him. By the time dawn had come Mikuo had fallen asleep, his head resting on Meito's lap. Luki ended up falling asleep too, his head resting on Meito's shoulder.
After a while of desperate acts of comforting on Meito and Luki's side, and numerous emotional break-downs on Mikuo's, Mikuo managed to get over what Akaito had done to him, and even managed to make himself feel happy for his sister. But he knew, deep down, that he would never ever stop loving Akaito. And that fact is what hurt him the most.
Yes, that's it. It's not long, nor was it supposed to be long. It's just something quick that I wrote to try and help with my own feelings, because I'm getting myself depressed over what's probably nothing at the moment, and my body seems to hate me and won't let me cry. So I wrote this to try and get rid of the pressure/pain of not being able to release my sadness via crying. I feel bad for Mikuo, I really do. I didn't wanna do this to him, but I'm sad.
Yeah, anyway, uh... Please review? Thanks.