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A/N : You know I can't abandon my baby. But it's only a month before my real thing starting. /nervous breathing
Love Me For Thirty Days
DAY FIFTEEN
Saturday
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"It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you."
― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary
She was leaving in another four hours.
Four. Freaking. Hours.
Who told her to leave early? Oh, right. Her damn assistant.
Now, all that Yui could do was to be seated in McDonalds, nothing more than a ten-percent-battery-life cellphone and a half-assed, watery coffee and wait till 2PM comes and swoop her ass to the comfort of an aeroplane ― arriving in 2PM. It was always too noisy in the airport, and she wasn't exactly a fan of screaming. Teenage girls and their hormonal desires of making out with celebrities gawking at the screen of their smartphones; screaming ― mothers with their sharp eyes throwing warns toward their own mischievous (sneaky bastards) children; screaming. Businessmen; screaming, or actually howling a bunch of profanities to their poor workers. College boys; loud and boisterous.
Kami.
Can't they be quiet for even a second? Was it necessary to put their voice in the loudest volume just to speak to a dear friend who was situated at least half a metre from their own self?
It's not like Yui hated the concept of screaming itself, the loudness ― the thunderous audibility of voices, brash and vexing and boisterous ― just reminded her of bad memories.
Really, really bad.
Not that she wanted to think about it now.
Perhaps, that was why she had always been seeking comfort to Akashi. He wasn't the most quiet person. He was charming, just to say, in his own ways. Reserved, calm if not a bit of perfectionist and well ― to the hormonal desire kind of thing, God-like complexion. Not that she ever cared about appearances.
But he seemed dedicated. Responsible. Someone who would cherish a person with all his might.
There was nothing else Yui thought that made her think she was the luckiest if not for meeting the redhead, and she got to know him better and better. About his school life, his family condition as well ― they shared and they bonded. But then, she also get to know a fact that made her ever felt so guilty. . .
Akashi was married.
Yeah, sure. It was marriage of the same sex, but marriage nevertheless. A connection of two people tied between vows and promises, bound between love and affection.
How ironic. . .
She had been doing something that had been the most execrable to her during the childhood. Was it a curse? Was it karma?
That maybe, even if she was right. . . She was never in a position to treat a father like that.
Was it a crime. . .? To almost slay a person who had been in the wrong? To save her mother from the agony she felt? To get rid of the slut that stole their little, perfect family?
Was she hyperventilating?
Was it tears that she felt on her cheeks. . . Why were they warm?
Guilt would always be, and had always been, a form of torture to her if not a curse bound to her forever. Living in the pit of sins, and forever, a sinful person she would remain.
Out of a sudden, she felt a tender touch to her shoulder. It was warm, a different kind of warm. The kind that made her fuzzy with a light feeling, the kind that took half the weight away. But despair was brought to her obsidian eyes, when she was looking to the cause of her guilt.
Right in front of her, Akashi Tetsuya stared at her with tender eyes. Those pure, pallid blue showing full concern. Those clear azure, eyes that blemished of little flaws, but oh dear, were they the kindest gaze that she had ever stared upon.
Yui found herself gulping, and she furiously and nervously wiped her tears away.
Go away.
The blunette crooked a small but genuine smile. "I think. . . I've seen you before. . ." a pause, "We talked before, don't we?"
Please.
"I. . . Uh. . ." Truly, she was at loss of words. Yui never wanted to be rude, but damn, this man was dangerous at the moment. She was truly aware that if this man was here, then Sei was bound to be here as well.
Just not at the current spot, fortunately.
Don't be nice to me.
"I don't know who you are," she spurted out the lie blatantly, but her hands shivered from the facade and she took a few steps backwards to indicate an escapade from this man.
Maybe, in another minute. Maybe, he would be here. . .
And Yui was tired of being the cause of everyone's troubles. . .
Leave me alone.
"No, I think we've talked before. . ."
"Please ―"
"Yui?"
Ah.
That voice.
That fucking, familiar voice that she missed so much, and yet was the last thing she wanted to hear today.
Perhaps, due to the familiarity that Seijuurou had shown from the call of her name, she felt the kindness stirred. The blue eyes widened, and the smile disappeared as quick as he would have entered her sight just a few minutes before. Behind Seijuurou, she gazed at him long with concerned eyes ― he was too, however ― was a little girl who looked startled at the commotion.
Oh dear, she had been a tad of her age when she knew about her family's secrets too.
How much her heart shattered knowing this, how much pain she had to deal when she averted her gaze toward the clear blue that looked torn and betrayed.
"Sei. . . You know her ― Is she. . .?" The question wasn't averted to her. It was for Sei, who held a somewhat familiar expression.
She found the stutter to crawl on her voice as well, "Akashi-san, I. . . I'm sorry."
The tears found themselves flowing again, and Yui swore she never remembered looking back as she grabbed her suitcase and flee.
It was fated, after all. . .
Yamanaka Yui was a curse, and nothing more.
Secrets.
Tetsuya had his secrets.
Seijuurou, just as much as him.
So, he didn't felt exactly fair when his husband's secrets were much as painful as his own. And looking at her had never made him felt so conflicted. He felt the raw anger, building up a turmoil, letting the steam out. He puffed, breathing a much intense intake of air. He remembered wanting to scream but the fact that she wore an unexpected expression had made him to stop.
Just why?
If you were to steal someone's husband, you weren't supposed to look like you murder someone? At the very least, Tetsuya felt rather alive now, than have his soul slipping away in morose.
The fact that she looked guilty made him stop whatever profanities he planned on throwing toward her.
And all remained in the pit of his chest was a sense of betrayal.
He remembered their meeting, although brief, he had been answering her genuine question. He told her something.
She knew.
She knew he was Seijuurou's spouse.
She knew and she did nothing.
Tetsuya wanted nothing more than to confront her, but instead he threw the darkest glare he managed toward Seijuurou.
"Look, I'm sorry ―"
Perhaps, now, he wanted nothing more than to beat the heck out of Seijuurou.
But the blemished, frail Tetsuya had been none other than forgiving and tender and kind, if not soft-spoken and reserved. If that was what others saw in him, then he might as well acted out on it.
A huff escaped his lips, one and only thing he could actually do.
His fingers caressed Seijuurou's cheeks, "It's fine."
"No, it's not fine."
"Hey, hey, Sei. . . We agreed, remember?"
"But ―"
Sakura interrupted mid conversation, "Otou-san, Chichiue, what are you two doing?!"
The blunette patted her till she went quiet, but he still had his focus on his husband.
"No, Seijuurou. We are not going to discuss about this ever again," he paused briefly, breathing in a puff of humid air, the airport was indeed warm; not in a balmy way, "We're going home and that's it."
For a moment, he swore he noticed the defiant in the multi-coloured eyes. He sensed and assumed the inner conflict the redhead was currently fighting. But in the end, as most of the times he would do, Seijuurou gave up in the end.
"Fine."
He brought his hand wrapped around Tetsuya's. It caught the shorter male off guard but he threw a gentle simper at the blushing redhead, and took Sakura in his own as well.
Everything could be fine.
After all, he was bound to forget everything one day.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mozu : I'm just evil that way. Note that I'm updating at 1AM in the morning and I've only been typing this for an hour. I wanna write Philippines more, but goddamn they're only there for a few days. Maybe next time, dears! Thanks for the suggestions though!
PS, I have full mark for English essay in Trials. Yesss I am happy! I have many improved grades (except Biology, it's fucking dropping!)
X for love O for hate!
-Mozu The Mochi (2016)