Alone Again
A Kenichi Farfello fanfic
This was inspired by the song 'don't leave me' by Blink 182. Just something that came to me one day when I was feeling kinda bummed out. I think this is the first fic I've written where there is no sex…I'm shocked at myself, but pleased that I can do more than a couple types of fanfic. I don't usually include fem characters when I write, but please note that the character of Ericka is an original character. She's all that I own in this story besides the plot line. The series and its wonderful characters of hotness belong to Koyasu.
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Oh no.
I can't believe I would be so stupid.
My darkest secret had just been exposed. To a civilian! I sat down on our shared couch and crushed my face into my palms. We had just decided to move in together not even two weeks ago, and now I was alone again. She'd caught me coming back into our apartment, covered in a target's blood. I can understand that it's difficult to understand that you're dating and living with a murderer, but still…throwing dishes and furniture at me wouldn't have solved anything in the long run…It only really hurt when she came at me with the butcher knife from the kitchen. It really hurt me somewhere deep inside me I'd like to think in that area known as a heart to normal people, that some one that I loved was afraid of me.
It's not like I'm the one who decided that I should kill people for a living. She seemed to think that way though.
Oh well, it's not the first time I've been left because someone didn't like something about me…At least this time I hadn't been kicked out. That was going to happen most likely though.
Tears started to dampen my hands. I'd really thought that this time would work out… Maybe if I told her that I quit she would take me back…Nah, she wouldn't fall for that. She's too smart. Damn you Ericka! Damn you for making me hope that I could have love…I guess my fate was already decided for me the second that Minx told me that I had a job…I should probably tell the guys. But I won't. Not just yet. I don't want to know that Yohji is laughing at me…my weakness in love.
He would know all about that. I know for a fact that he doesn't get laid as much as he would like for us to think. He usually just goes out and drinks coffee, smokes up all his cigarettes, and cries at long-lost memories of people who can't come back. I only know all that, because I've followed him a couple of times. It's odd but I think I understand how he feels. Of course it takes a murderer to know one. We're all going through this pain. No one from the outside could even hope to understand it.
It's a deep cutting pain that only someone who's had to go through the same thing several times could hope to understand. With a sigh, I head back to the cold and lonely bed and hope that tomorrow will be better. Maybe Omi can make me feel better…
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I know, it's very short. If anyone's wondering that was from Ken's perspective. Does anyone actually want me to write more on this? Should I write more non-sexualized stories? Should this one have been longer? Should I just give up writing and become a mountain hermit? Let me know.