Crumbling Walls
By: Yeu
Comment: In the process of having a fic dump, meaning putting up all the misc. drabbles on my hard drive up on So expect a few more Fafner fic/drabbles within the next week or two.
I always wanted to do a piece (or two, or three, or more coughcough) on Kazuki's reaction at Soushi's sudden departure. I think there is just so many things between their relationship at different times that one can go into about.
Oh, I own nothing of Fafner, NONE. So don't sue me, I'm already in debt. And go out and support the fandom by buying the DVD XD
I dislike being here.
I dislike it so much I want to scream on top of my lungs until my voice leaves me and only manage to swallow the frustrations by tightening my grip on the cardboard box I'm carrying, almost crushing it in the process.
The air is still and moldy, like it would after being sealed off for so long. Slowly I enter the room, it doesn't even look like it's been in habited by someone on a regular basis, and perhaps it's never been. The door slides shut behind me, effectively blocking out all noises from the hallway, blocking out all sounds of life. Leaving me in this world of utter silence and stillness. What did he thought about the nights he laid on the bed staring up at the empty ceiling?
I dislike being here. A lot.
Everything's so neat, so organized, so empty, so lifeless. If it isn't for the lone photo on the wall, who would have thought that someone was actually here before? Not even I the first time I was here.
My body moves mechanically because my mind is too occupied with thoughts of what ifs. What if I had gotten to him sooner? What if I didn't get in the way when Tsubaki tried to rescue him the first time? What if I only approached him sooner? What if...?
Everything he owns fits into one, small, pitiful box. One. One box to tell the story of his life, one box that represented all his memories and feelings, one box to seal his existence forever into memory.
I knew this task was going to be hard when I took it, but I didn't want to allow anyone else to do it. It's my job since I'm the closest to him now even Tsubaki is gone. Yet, how much do I really know him?
Not much.
Two words to describe all our lives growing up together. Two words that mean we really don't know each other that well, or rather, I don't know him that well. I feel angry with myself, I though we would have forever to get to know each other, I assumed that he will always be there. I was wrong. He's not here. Not anymore.
I clutch the box closer to my chest, as if I'm trying to take in everything that has his trace and keep it inside of me so I can never forget.
"Soushi." I whimper as tears breaks forth. "Come home."