Starts at the end, ends at the beginning! OH NO! This one is really long. Eep. This is what I get, for reading long, angsty, Ken POV, Kensukes. I really need to get back into comedy.
Life sure can be funny, right? Irony leaking from every orifice.
Simple actions we go through everyday become emotionally painful.
Take walking for example. Someone you haven't seen in a while, and they are walking to you. Spectacular! What a wonderful event! Then take someone walking out on you. Sad, depressing, a terrible thing to happen.
And one more thing, and I'll clarify. Turning a doorknob. It's done a thousand times a day. But apparently, some people don't get that concept. And sitting on your couch, waiting for the doorknob to turn is not something that should happen.
Daisuke Motomiya left me, three months ago. I've been coping, sort of. I still have this inexplicable pain, somewhere I can't place. I just feel. . . hurt. Plus a killer case of migraines and insomnia.
Insomnia's a bitch, you try and get to sleep because you are tired but instead you are up, just thinking and trying to get more comfortable.
One day, three months ago, Daisuke never returned from classes. He never came back to our apartment, and I was left completely fazed. I checked the answering machine, and he had broken up with me. Over the phone, and not even in real time.
I briefly thought about how the hell I was going to pay the rent, and then Daisuke's decision hit me with full force. I started sobbing into the bed I shared with him, and I fell asleep.
I had apparently been crying in my sleep too, because Takeru and Hikari came running from next door to find out what the hell was wrong with me.
Miyako gave up her apartment to help me out with my rent situation. Takeru and Hikari said they would give me some money if I ever found myself low. And little Iori from downstairs even offered to help, if I ever needed it.
I still have the bed that I cry into ever once in a while, and I can see the imprint Daisuke left. That is, in truth, the only thing I have left of him.
Right now I am sitting on the couch in the living room, skimming through the lines of a book I have long since lost interest in. Miyako is in 'her' room, Daisuke's old art studio, getting ready for some date she has. My legs just feel asleep. I should do something about this.
"Miya?"
"What!"
"Who is the lucky bachelor this week?" I ask, swinging my legs out from under me.
"Tad."
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
"He's from America. Mimi heard he was coming here, and set us up."
"Peachy."
"No kidding. He's from California, and he's just divine."
"Well, good luck with that."
"I hope so! He might be the One!"
I internally cringed at that, but Miyako obviously didn't notice, considering she was on the other side of a door. But at least she would sense something, she always had a knack for that.
I get up, and walk over to my bedroom to but the book away. As I get up, I grab the remote on the couch next to me and flip on the TV. I walk into my bedroom, and turn to the shelf. I replace the book.
Wait. Something. . . something, is. . . off.
I spin around. Half of. . . my. . . bed. . . is gone?
"MIIYYAAAAKOOO!!!"
//AN: So much for me and my sad fic. ::snort:://
She runs in, but looks like nothing is out of the ordinary. "What?" She says, as coolly as ever.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BED?!"
With a completely straight face and very casually, she said, "I took a chainsaw to it, and sawed it in half. Daisuke's half is already at the garbage dump."
"Why in god's name possessed you to do THAT?"
"Ken, you have been crying into that damn thing for as long as I have been here. I am tired of all your bitching! Get over it!"
Any tears that I had been holding back, which I thought would be none, came springing forth. I looked at what remained of my bed, with springs and fluff hanging out one lopsided edge. I don't know whether to laugh or not.
Miyako walks over and puts a comforting arm around my shoulder.
~
I managed to convince Miyako to tell me where she had the chainsaw. After acquiring it and sitting through a safety lecture by her, I had Takeru help me drag my half of my bed down the stairs. We put it in the back lawn, and I started to hack the thing into a million tiny pieces.
If you have never destroyed anything with a chainsaw, go and do it now.
It is so fun. So what if people were looking at me VERY strangely, it was really cool.
Plus, I managed to get out all the pent up anger toward Daisuke. Maybe this is a step forward.
~
If destroying the bed was a step forward, crying about it later was a flying leap backwards. The euphoria of it has left me, and the hurt seems a bit deeper.
Since I don't. . . have. . . a BED anymore, Miyako got a spare cot from Iori's apartment. It's uncomfortable, and it just reminds me how comfortable my old bed used to be, especially with Daisuke in it.
I have this bottle of sleeping pills next to me. I already took one, and the bottle says up to 3. So I pop 2 more.
That's the good stuff. My vision is tinted darker, and my whole body feels more relaxed. Fabulous.
The front door creaks open. Miyako must be home from that date of hers.
"Ken?"
A male voice? Maybe it's Takeru, checking up on me. I can faintly see the person, and their hair is up in spikes.
"Ken?"
He sounds sad. Poor guy. But who is it? Why can't I place it?
"KEN! Goddamn it, where is he?"
The guy walks deeper into the apartment, and-
"OW!"
- knocks his leg into the glass coffee table. I don't think I can answer, my vision is getting darker. The guy spots me.
"Ken! Ken!"
His voice picks up a note of happiness, but it still sounds groggy and sad.
Now I recognize him, hovering about 3 inches away from my face. Daisuke.
"Yo, Ken?"
I still can't answer, partially from the pills and partially because I don't want to talk to him. My eyes are still open, but they feel extremely heavy.
Daisuke grabs my shoulders, and shakes me lightly. "Are you going to answer me, dude?"
My eyelids feel -real- heavy, and I feel warm and cozy. These sleeping pills are pretty damn good.
"Ken? What the hell is wrong with you? Ken?"
My eyelids slam shut, and I am almost unconscious.
"Ken no!! Wake up, please wake up, Ken!"
I fall asleep.
~
//AN: Evil cliffhanger, plus it starts at the end and ends at the beginning. There will be an epilogue sort of thing, so never fear, but in the next chapter we examine how all of this happened! Ya ha ha. I hope you like the fact that I sawed Ken's bed in half. I actually consulted with my dad on this one, and asked what was the best way to but a bed in half. He still thinks I am crazy, and is starting to get paranoid.//
Life sure can be funny, right? Irony leaking from every orifice.
Simple actions we go through everyday become emotionally painful.
Take walking for example. Someone you haven't seen in a while, and they are walking to you. Spectacular! What a wonderful event! Then take someone walking out on you. Sad, depressing, a terrible thing to happen.
And one more thing, and I'll clarify. Turning a doorknob. It's done a thousand times a day. But apparently, some people don't get that concept. And sitting on your couch, waiting for the doorknob to turn is not something that should happen.
Daisuke Motomiya left me, three months ago. I've been coping, sort of. I still have this inexplicable pain, somewhere I can't place. I just feel. . . hurt. Plus a killer case of migraines and insomnia.
Insomnia's a bitch, you try and get to sleep because you are tired but instead you are up, just thinking and trying to get more comfortable.
One day, three months ago, Daisuke never returned from classes. He never came back to our apartment, and I was left completely fazed. I checked the answering machine, and he had broken up with me. Over the phone, and not even in real time.
I briefly thought about how the hell I was going to pay the rent, and then Daisuke's decision hit me with full force. I started sobbing into the bed I shared with him, and I fell asleep.
I had apparently been crying in my sleep too, because Takeru and Hikari came running from next door to find out what the hell was wrong with me.
Miyako gave up her apartment to help me out with my rent situation. Takeru and Hikari said they would give me some money if I ever found myself low. And little Iori from downstairs even offered to help, if I ever needed it.
I still have the bed that I cry into ever once in a while, and I can see the imprint Daisuke left. That is, in truth, the only thing I have left of him.
Right now I am sitting on the couch in the living room, skimming through the lines of a book I have long since lost interest in. Miyako is in 'her' room, Daisuke's old art studio, getting ready for some date she has. My legs just feel asleep. I should do something about this.
"Miya?"
"What!"
"Who is the lucky bachelor this week?" I ask, swinging my legs out from under me.
"Tad."
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
"He's from America. Mimi heard he was coming here, and set us up."
"Peachy."
"No kidding. He's from California, and he's just divine."
"Well, good luck with that."
"I hope so! He might be the One!"
I internally cringed at that, but Miyako obviously didn't notice, considering she was on the other side of a door. But at least she would sense something, she always had a knack for that.
I get up, and walk over to my bedroom to but the book away. As I get up, I grab the remote on the couch next to me and flip on the TV. I walk into my bedroom, and turn to the shelf. I replace the book.
Wait. Something. . . something, is. . . off.
I spin around. Half of. . . my. . . bed. . . is gone?
"MIIYYAAAAKOOO!!!"
//AN: So much for me and my sad fic. ::snort:://
She runs in, but looks like nothing is out of the ordinary. "What?" She says, as coolly as ever.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY BED?!"
With a completely straight face and very casually, she said, "I took a chainsaw to it, and sawed it in half. Daisuke's half is already at the garbage dump."
"Why in god's name possessed you to do THAT?"
"Ken, you have been crying into that damn thing for as long as I have been here. I am tired of all your bitching! Get over it!"
Any tears that I had been holding back, which I thought would be none, came springing forth. I looked at what remained of my bed, with springs and fluff hanging out one lopsided edge. I don't know whether to laugh or not.
Miyako walks over and puts a comforting arm around my shoulder.
~
I managed to convince Miyako to tell me where she had the chainsaw. After acquiring it and sitting through a safety lecture by her, I had Takeru help me drag my half of my bed down the stairs. We put it in the back lawn, and I started to hack the thing into a million tiny pieces.
If you have never destroyed anything with a chainsaw, go and do it now.
It is so fun. So what if people were looking at me VERY strangely, it was really cool.
Plus, I managed to get out all the pent up anger toward Daisuke. Maybe this is a step forward.
~
If destroying the bed was a step forward, crying about it later was a flying leap backwards. The euphoria of it has left me, and the hurt seems a bit deeper.
Since I don't. . . have. . . a BED anymore, Miyako got a spare cot from Iori's apartment. It's uncomfortable, and it just reminds me how comfortable my old bed used to be, especially with Daisuke in it.
I have this bottle of sleeping pills next to me. I already took one, and the bottle says up to 3. So I pop 2 more.
That's the good stuff. My vision is tinted darker, and my whole body feels more relaxed. Fabulous.
The front door creaks open. Miyako must be home from that date of hers.
"Ken?"
A male voice? Maybe it's Takeru, checking up on me. I can faintly see the person, and their hair is up in spikes.
"Ken?"
He sounds sad. Poor guy. But who is it? Why can't I place it?
"KEN! Goddamn it, where is he?"
The guy walks deeper into the apartment, and-
"OW!"
- knocks his leg into the glass coffee table. I don't think I can answer, my vision is getting darker. The guy spots me.
"Ken! Ken!"
His voice picks up a note of happiness, but it still sounds groggy and sad.
Now I recognize him, hovering about 3 inches away from my face. Daisuke.
"Yo, Ken?"
I still can't answer, partially from the pills and partially because I don't want to talk to him. My eyes are still open, but they feel extremely heavy.
Daisuke grabs my shoulders, and shakes me lightly. "Are you going to answer me, dude?"
My eyelids feel -real- heavy, and I feel warm and cozy. These sleeping pills are pretty damn good.
"Ken? What the hell is wrong with you? Ken?"
My eyelids slam shut, and I am almost unconscious.
"Ken no!! Wake up, please wake up, Ken!"
I fall asleep.
~
//AN: Evil cliffhanger, plus it starts at the end and ends at the beginning. There will be an epilogue sort of thing, so never fear, but in the next chapter we examine how all of this happened! Ya ha ha. I hope you like the fact that I sawed Ken's bed in half. I actually consulted with my dad on this one, and asked what was the best way to but a bed in half. He still thinks I am crazy, and is starting to get paranoid.//