Title: An End With Love
Part: 1/1
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi (POV Mitsui??)
Paring: MitKo
Rating: PG
Archive: Sdfic ML if anyone wants this, just ask.
Disclaimer: the characters do not belong to me..dun sue!!
Warning: Hmm. not a happy ending.
Writer's Note: Hi, I wrote this in a spur of the moment, so it is not very good. Didn't know if it was right to post this.it is quite useless?? It is a very short fic but I guess it will put an end to the "With Love" series making up the last past of the story. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy this short fic and do leave me some C&Cs.
Mitsui stood alone in the dark watching the retreating figure of his beloved. Look that was all that he could now. All hopes had been dashed, dashed by his harsh words, dashed by the very lies he cooked up. The reason behind all these was simply because he did not want to see him hurt in their relationship which bore no future. It was just like knocking your head against the wall knowing that it will hurt. The darkness like a shawl wrapped tightly around him, even the pale street light was unable to penetrate. His mind was blank. His eyes only registered the shadows of the man. How he had wished that he could give him one last hug. How he wished that their end was not that bitter. He had hoped for a happy ending when he had returned from Tokyo. He had returned with the thought of reunion. Yet, his heart was torn apart at the very sight of him with her. Why, why, haven't he waited for him? Didn't he say that he would be back? Why! Yet who was he to lament the fact, he was the one who had chose to gave him up, he was the one who left.
Mitsui walked silently along the road home. A small drizzle had started; the soft rain hit his face and a coolness spread across it, yet it was unable to match the cold in his heart. His heart, was dead like the autumn leaves that laid on the floor now. His eyes were watering. Was it the rain or was it his tears? He didn't know. The two had blended so well it was hard to know. Mitsui recalled the last time he cried, it was a long time ago, in high school, when he cried to return to basketball. It brought back many painful memories. He remembered that time, when Kogure held him by his shirt and hurled angry words at him, unlike the usual mild tempered boy. It had come to him with more shock than anything. He didn't know that his unfulfilled promise was that important to anyone other than himself. And after that, everything else was still going the right way, even when one of them continued studying while the other goes out to work.
Then came the time when he had to leave and damn why did he have to go. Why, he had asked him, he had demanded to know, he had wanted an explanation. But how was he to tell him that he had leave to stop the hounding of people from the other side of the world, the dark side. Working in a bar, not only include serving beers and alcohol, there was more, it was knowing the people from the other world, the other world he had managed to leave and he did not want to fall back in because he knew that if he was to do so, he will never come out from it alive. You could say that he left to save his skin; you could say he left because he was simply too selfish. He did not want to mix with these people anymore. No, he did not want.
He was luckily, during the few years in Tokyo, he had managed to avoid the people from the dark side like plague and found a job in a restaurant. The pay was not too bad and he had managed to save a little. Yet, he had always kept the bespectacled boy in his mind. Mitsui opened the door to his rented apartment. The key turned with a click and he pushed the door opened. He threw the bunch of keys on the glass table and it landed with a soft "ping". Mitsui collapsed into the couch and from his back pocket drew out his wallet. He flipped opened and stared at its content. Right there, was a photo of his beloved. Day and night, as he slogged away at the restaurant, he always had him with him, with him in his heart always. Many a times he had wanted to return. Yet, he was afraid. Afraid to find that Kogure was with someone else, hence he held back and stayed in that restaurant.
Finally, after 3 years or so, he thought it was time to go back, haunted with the fact that Kogure might still be waiting for him. The thought made him guilty yet, it kept his heart light. With the thought in mind, he came back and then all hopes were unfulfilled. As he arrived at the apartment they once shared, he saw a woman with him hand in hand and they both looked happy. Both of them looked happy, happy to leave the apartment, to pursue their own lives and leave behind them the past. And all that he shared with Kogure was the past. He was going to leave the past behind then and Mitsui stood in a corner watching, his heart wretched. Eventually he watched the truck drive away and quietly he returned to their apartment, the locks had not being changed. Mitsui had entered the apartment, but no longer was he greeted by Kogure's smile and the smell of breakfast, no longer was there the couch which they had shared so many memories. Gone was everything, leaving the room empty and bare. His soul resemble that of the room, it had become a blank, a deep sense of emptiness bind his heart. He was never as lonely as then. He had lived on hopes and dreams no that the bubble had burst; he had nothing to depend on. He was alone by himself again, like the time when he was injured, but now the feeling was ten times worse.
Countless times he had returned to the apartment wanting to relish he moments they had shared before, but like the many times before, it was the same emptiness that crept into his heart. He knew it was useless yet he tried again and again. It was his only hope left. Then on that fateful evening, he met Sakuragi, one of the many people he wanted to avoid. He had not want to let people know he had returned, least of all Kogure. How was he to face up to him? He was not ready. Yet, he made up his mind the night before to go to the gathering, he had to face up to it, to stop all the nonsense that was going on. He had to cut off all relationships that were hanging; he had to cut himself off from this senseless chase of a false dream. And he did, indeed and cruelly he did and his knife turned into a sword and cut both himself and his love deep. It had all ended, there was no return, there was no hope. He had put an end to his dream, the very dream that they once shared.
Owari!
Do give me your comments!
Issei_kun_@hotmail.com
Part: 1/1
Author: Issei
Genre: Yaoi (POV Mitsui??)
Paring: MitKo
Rating: PG
Archive: Sdfic ML if anyone wants this, just ask.
Disclaimer: the characters do not belong to me..dun sue!!
Warning: Hmm. not a happy ending.
Writer's Note: Hi, I wrote this in a spur of the moment, so it is not very good. Didn't know if it was right to post this.it is quite useless?? It is a very short fic but I guess it will put an end to the "With Love" series making up the last past of the story. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy this short fic and do leave me some C&Cs.
Mitsui stood alone in the dark watching the retreating figure of his beloved. Look that was all that he could now. All hopes had been dashed, dashed by his harsh words, dashed by the very lies he cooked up. The reason behind all these was simply because he did not want to see him hurt in their relationship which bore no future. It was just like knocking your head against the wall knowing that it will hurt. The darkness like a shawl wrapped tightly around him, even the pale street light was unable to penetrate. His mind was blank. His eyes only registered the shadows of the man. How he had wished that he could give him one last hug. How he wished that their end was not that bitter. He had hoped for a happy ending when he had returned from Tokyo. He had returned with the thought of reunion. Yet, his heart was torn apart at the very sight of him with her. Why, why, haven't he waited for him? Didn't he say that he would be back? Why! Yet who was he to lament the fact, he was the one who had chose to gave him up, he was the one who left.
Mitsui walked silently along the road home. A small drizzle had started; the soft rain hit his face and a coolness spread across it, yet it was unable to match the cold in his heart. His heart, was dead like the autumn leaves that laid on the floor now. His eyes were watering. Was it the rain or was it his tears? He didn't know. The two had blended so well it was hard to know. Mitsui recalled the last time he cried, it was a long time ago, in high school, when he cried to return to basketball. It brought back many painful memories. He remembered that time, when Kogure held him by his shirt and hurled angry words at him, unlike the usual mild tempered boy. It had come to him with more shock than anything. He didn't know that his unfulfilled promise was that important to anyone other than himself. And after that, everything else was still going the right way, even when one of them continued studying while the other goes out to work.
Then came the time when he had to leave and damn why did he have to go. Why, he had asked him, he had demanded to know, he had wanted an explanation. But how was he to tell him that he had leave to stop the hounding of people from the other side of the world, the dark side. Working in a bar, not only include serving beers and alcohol, there was more, it was knowing the people from the other world, the other world he had managed to leave and he did not want to fall back in because he knew that if he was to do so, he will never come out from it alive. You could say that he left to save his skin; you could say he left because he was simply too selfish. He did not want to mix with these people anymore. No, he did not want.
He was luckily, during the few years in Tokyo, he had managed to avoid the people from the dark side like plague and found a job in a restaurant. The pay was not too bad and he had managed to save a little. Yet, he had always kept the bespectacled boy in his mind. Mitsui opened the door to his rented apartment. The key turned with a click and he pushed the door opened. He threw the bunch of keys on the glass table and it landed with a soft "ping". Mitsui collapsed into the couch and from his back pocket drew out his wallet. He flipped opened and stared at its content. Right there, was a photo of his beloved. Day and night, as he slogged away at the restaurant, he always had him with him, with him in his heart always. Many a times he had wanted to return. Yet, he was afraid. Afraid to find that Kogure was with someone else, hence he held back and stayed in that restaurant.
Finally, after 3 years or so, he thought it was time to go back, haunted with the fact that Kogure might still be waiting for him. The thought made him guilty yet, it kept his heart light. With the thought in mind, he came back and then all hopes were unfulfilled. As he arrived at the apartment they once shared, he saw a woman with him hand in hand and they both looked happy. Both of them looked happy, happy to leave the apartment, to pursue their own lives and leave behind them the past. And all that he shared with Kogure was the past. He was going to leave the past behind then and Mitsui stood in a corner watching, his heart wretched. Eventually he watched the truck drive away and quietly he returned to their apartment, the locks had not being changed. Mitsui had entered the apartment, but no longer was he greeted by Kogure's smile and the smell of breakfast, no longer was there the couch which they had shared so many memories. Gone was everything, leaving the room empty and bare. His soul resemble that of the room, it had become a blank, a deep sense of emptiness bind his heart. He was never as lonely as then. He had lived on hopes and dreams no that the bubble had burst; he had nothing to depend on. He was alone by himself again, like the time when he was injured, but now the feeling was ten times worse.
Countless times he had returned to the apartment wanting to relish he moments they had shared before, but like the many times before, it was the same emptiness that crept into his heart. He knew it was useless yet he tried again and again. It was his only hope left. Then on that fateful evening, he met Sakuragi, one of the many people he wanted to avoid. He had not want to let people know he had returned, least of all Kogure. How was he to face up to him? He was not ready. Yet, he made up his mind the night before to go to the gathering, he had to face up to it, to stop all the nonsense that was going on. He had to cut off all relationships that were hanging; he had to cut himself off from this senseless chase of a false dream. And he did, indeed and cruelly he did and his knife turned into a sword and cut both himself and his love deep. It had all ended, there was no return, there was no hope. He had put an end to his dream, the very dream that they once shared.
Owari!
Do give me your comments!
Issei_kun_@hotmail.com
