This is basically what happens when I get bored in school. I come up with fic ideas.

It's a songfic for Mutiny Below by Ludo and I would recommend listening to it (it's a really great song by a really great band) The parts in italics are bits of lyrics.

disclaimer: if you think i own either the song or the anime, you cray

Here I am at home again, this rainy avenue

It was kind of lonely at first. So much quieter without you there. Even with the city roaring outside, there was an empty sort of quiet inside. The quiet gave me time to think. I mostly thought about you. All the wonderful things we did together, the way you made me feel. The final argument that tore us apart.

I'm not the one for you

Wasn't that the last thing you said? You didn't want anything to do with me?

I found a way to burn your face

One of the only things I was left with was the look you had before you turned and stormed out. The other was your goofy smile. The very thing that made me so damned infatuated with you to begin with was the last thing left in my mind. And, of course, I fell wholly and very hard for you. You were so friendly and likeable, I almost didn't have a choice but to love you as much as I do-

You made me feel alive again

Did. Did, not do. I don't love you. Not anymore. I refuse to let myself yearn after you now that you're gone.

I wish we'd never met

I let my warmest blanket and a cup of tea replace your body heat I was so used to having next to me. It failed. Nothing could come close. And a blanket couldn't hold me the way you did, or talk, and no matter how much I wanted it to, my tea wouldn't smile back at me.

I'm freezing

It was unbelievably hard to function without you there. Everything was so different. I felt like something was lost and I could never find it. I refused to let myself believe it was you that I was missing so badly. I thought the best way to get over this was to try and forget everything. I tried so hard, but little prices of you still plagued my thoughts.

pining at the door you left through

I knew it was stupid and useless and I hated myself for it. Every time I looked at my door, I'd think of the look on your face every time you walk through it and wish I could see you come back through it again. I knew it wouldn't happen. You made that very clear.

God it hurt so bad

I don't know how I was able to manage. I missed you so dearly. And the you showed up at my door, soaking wet, and frankly you looked quite pitiful. Your hair stuck to your face, that smile I loved so much wiped off and replaced with a- is that a frown? How very out of character. You brought up all the things I'd balled up into the back of my mind in the last few weeks. But, the way you looked at me.

You're making eyes

How could I resist?

I'm breaking.

It was almost as if you knew how badly I wanted to see you again. How much I wanted to embrace one last time. Maybe you felt the same.

"just one more night" you ask so tenderly

So, you did. I was sure I was the only one in this who still cared. I guess I was wrong. One of us should have approached this earlier. It would have saved us both a lot of grief.

A softer side I longed so long to see

I could see it in your eyes that you were as pained by this as I was. Even with the rest of your hero facade on, you can't mask your eyes. I don't think you know it, but one could tell your exact emotion just by looking at your eyes. That's another thing I found appealing about you.

We'll work it out tomorrow

For now, I just want to enjoy having you back in my company. Maybe I'll be able to get to sleep tonight, with you there to keep me warm.

I can't live without you