AN: Sooo this is kind of depressing. It was sort of intended to be. Don't cry too hard. xD Yeah. Takes place basically right after they screw. Poor Hiroki.
BAKA
The wall was grey. Chipped, peeling, and grey. Not even a nice white or beige. Grey. As Hiroki stared at it, he grew angrier and angrier, so much that he had to laugh at himself. Baka Kamijou, you're having a stare down with a grey wall. But why did it have to be grey? Grey was the most dismal color.
Hiroki rolled over onto his side, this time to face the room before him. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out. Maybe, just maybe, if he forced them shut tight enough, it might all go away. The bed, the room, and the damn grey wall.
But what had happened wouldn't go away.
No matter how much Hiroki tried to erase his surroundings, he couldn't erase what he had done. What he had done to Akihiko…
Baka, baka, baka, BAKA! What could have possibly made him think that a far-fetched idea like that would ever work? So his buried feelings of unrequited love had surfaced… so what? That was no excuse for taking advantage of a friend.
But Akihiko went along with it. He should have known. It's his fault. Hiroki knew that was bullshit. None of this was Akihiko's fault. Nothing was Akihiko's fault, except falling for that damn Takahiro…
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The plan was fucked from the start. The result was fucked. And what good came of it? Well, Hiroki's ass hurt like a piece of fuck. Not to mention, um, his fucking heart?
Damn you, Akihiko. Why does it have to be you? Why does everything always have to be you? The brunette buried his face into his pillow. Even though there was know one around to see, his pride forced him to hide his tear stained face, while even now, more drops welled up in his eyes.
Worthless. That's what he was. Kamijou Hiroki was worthless. He was a good for nothing whore who fucked around with his only real friend in the entire world, just to try and win his love that he knew would never be returned. What a worthless fool.
Hiroki sat up, violently wiping at the tears that kept running down his face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! BAKA KAMIJOU!" He cried, heaving the nearest object he could find across the room and against that damn grey wall.
Shit, he thought as he heard the sound of shattering glass. Hiroki slid out of bed to investigate the remains of what looked to be a picture frame. He rifled through the ruined glass, not caring that his hand was getting scratched up, until he found the thin picture that had been housed inside.
Fuck me. Of course it would be that picture. The brunette stared dumbfounded at the photograph of two smiling twelve-year-olds, on their way to school. The matching uniforms and schoolbags made the entire scenario picture perfect. Little Hiro-chan had on a half-smile, half-pout, while next to him…
Next to him…
Baka Kamijou.
Little Akihiko's face blurred as tears began to fall onto the picture. Not wanting to look at it any more, Hiroki collapsed back onto the bed. A long, lonely life. Pining after his love. Why should I bother? He thought, pulling the sheets over his head as if he was twelve again.
And there was that damn wall.
THE END
AN: Baka means idiot.
