*Sides from the fact this is my first time writing a fanfic, I also wrote these during my finals! Please excuse my poor writing – since I usually write around 2am. Also, I write when ideas come to me, so if any part feels detached or unrelated, please leave a comment! Spring classes are starting, so I might be a little late on continuing my crappy work of writing, sorry in advance.
Chapter 4: Belong
Takeru slowly dragged himself off the bus back home.
Unlike his usual pace, his legs dragged him around the block like a living zombie.
Of course Yamato must be out for band practices he thought.
Yamato couldn't leave his band issues even if the end of the world was coming, not to mention it was his little brother's problem, not his.
Why would he care?
Smirking at himself, Takeru walked into the house of silence.
Kneeling down infront of the door to his room, he bursted out into tears.
He had no idea why, he just couldn't hold in his irrational emotions that made his knees weak and fall into position.
Streams of tears came rushing down just as he hits the hardwood floor, he couldn't stop crying.
Not that he wanted to, nor did he know why, nor could he control them anymore.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
He had no idea why he couldn't cry earlier, not when he was alone in the cafeteria, not when he was on the bus.
He couldn't stop them.
They burned his eyelids, tickled his cheeks, irritated the corners of his lips, trickled down to his chin, and finally.
The droplets hit the wooden floor, splashing on the wood, signing itself on the floor like it was meant to be there.
Catching his breath, Takeru picked himself up, sniffing with hands on his chest.
He breathed.
He was alive.
But he couldn't feel life anymore.
His heart was numb, just like his eyes.
The tears he dared not to wipe off his cheeks no longer tickled him.
He, stood emotionless.
Just like this morning, he pushed through the door, locked it with inpercise, and ran to the bus stop.
I have no idea where I'm going... I just wanted to be alone.
I feel numb, I wanted to breathe...am I?
Why can't I feel anything anymore...It's so hard...Life...
Flipping out his phone, Takeru decided not to turn it on again.
It wouldn't matter... Doesn't matter anymore if he understands or not...
I was looking at the sunset. Hell knows what time it is... Lifting up his left sleeve to find his white watch band not there
Must have forgotten it this morning when I rushed out for breakfast...
Sigh.
The purple velvet sky roamed through his mind, but he couldn't see anything.
It was just like a blur; a mixture of funny dark shaped figures surrounding the violet red, the orange, slowly disappearing on the bottom of the page as the blue purple pulls the dark blanket over.
Stars were decorating themselves in the soothing darkness.
No more light was to be seen.
The bus stopped at its terminal as the black skies pulled over.
Takeru was forced to step off the steps of the bus filled with warm air into the cold windy streets, filled with darkness.
The cold breeze cut through his arms like blades as he shivered with his stomach growling.
It has been breakfast since he ate last... he was so hungry and tired he barely had the strength to carry himself another step. He was so tired...so lost...
He wandered around the streets over an hour now, and his legs could no longer support him.
He knew he was walking towards the school's direction, but he was still two blocks off.
"Ugh..." he muttered as the growing pain from his stomach struck him, his arms were so cold they bared such a weight on his shoulders.
As he walked around the corner, a familiar house flashed at him.
32608.
"This...is Daisuke's house..." Takeru muttered, "Ugh.."
He remembered earlier this afternoon when he told Daisuke to leave him alone.
He took another step away the front door, but his stomach and cold told him otherwise. He was out of options.
Pulling himself onto the door, he rang the door bell.
Once. And Again.
No answer.
His legs could no longer bare with him. He rested against his door as he closed his eyes.
Why...why is life so cruel to him? He blinked his watery eyes and wanted to give up.
It was then, the doors swung open and Takeru fell forward.
"Gah!" Daisuke caught the pale cold blonde as he fell into his arms.
"Takeru? Hey Takeru...! Takeru!"
The frozen pale boy blinked a tear down the corner of his eye as he saw a warm baby face not too far from him.
Something warm hit him for a second.
It was like a beat to the heart, something that seemed long missing in him.
"Daisuke..." he smiled with a tear rolling down his cold icy cheek.