Who: Atobe and Jiroh
What: are breaking up
Where: Post-Prom party (Atobe's yacht) – first level - billards room
"Why, why do you want to break up with me?" Jiroh toyed with the zipper of his sweatshirt, slowly raising his eyes to meet Atobe's.
Atobe pushed his sweat slicked hair off his forehead with one hand. "Jiroh, you can't tell me you're happy with me, with this. We're fighting all the time…"
"We'll figure something out. Please, Keigo, let's find a way around this. Just, don't do this." His large amber eyes said, Don't leave me.
Atobe kept his voice cool, "I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry."
The thing was, Atobe wasn't lying. Or at least Jiroh couldn't tell if he was. Atobe was truly sorry.
"Don't be sorry- stay. I love you," he whispered in a last effort to make Atobe stay his. He couldn't lose Atobe. He grasped at Atobe's arm, and let go when Atobe flinched. He wanted to say something more but he could already see the distracted look in Atobe's stormy grey eyes. He might be there physically, but the Kei-kun Jiroh loved was gone. Suddenly, Jiroh was angry. His eyes flashed and his feelings of love darkened into something ugly which manifested itself into his voice.
"Fine. Whatever. But don't pretend that this isn't about you wanting to screw Tezuka. God, ever since he got back from Germany he's all you can talk about." What am I saying? I don't mean this. God, someone make me shut up!
Atobe's eyes widened at the vehemence in his tone. He was paying attention now. A look of pity flitted through his eyes and Jiroh clenched his jaw.
"What, was I some sort of replacement for your beloved Kunimitsu? Do I no longer amuse you?" I know you loved me. I don't mean this. I don't. I could never…Kei, don't look at me like that! Please, don't stop loving me.
"That's rich. I used you?" Atobe sneered and his entire body language screamed with his scorn. Then, all the fight went out of him. "Not that it's any of your business, but Tezuka and I are just friends." Atobe's voice was calm, pacifying.
"But that's just it, it is my business. You're my boyfriend." Jiroh shook his head and strawberry blond curls fluttered. Before Atobe could get in the last word, he turned away, unable to be in the same vicinity as his captain. Feeling he might collapse if he stayed a second longer, Jiroh stomped across the room. He didn't want to burden Atobe with the sight of his tears which were already blurring his vision.