(One minute you're on top)
Next you're not watch it drop
(Making your heart stop)
Just before you hit the floor
(One minute you're on top)
Next you're not missed your shot
(Making you're heart stop)
You think you've won
(And then its all gone)
Toru had not been eating breakfast for two days now, because Ken had not been coming "home" for a couple of days to make him breakfast. Damn that.
"All dismissed. Freshmen stay to clean this place up." Kaworu ordered as he blew his whistle. Another day was done for.
A tall man with eyeglasses was mopping the floor reluctantly, but silent nevertheless, together with the other freshmen in the gym.
"Ken, you go clean the lockers."
"Hai!" Ken replied cheerfully as he trotted away.
A piercing glare erected the hairs at the back of the tall manager's head. He turned to look, and caught cold ebony eyes glaring at him. The ebony eyes of Toru Hanagata.
"What seems to be the problem, Hanagata?"
Toru just proceeded with his floor work, that ugly scowl still painted in his stony features.
The gym was already deserted, except for the tall guy that was gathering the scattered b-balls around the polished floor and another one that was busy scribbling something in a green notebook back on the home bench. The man sitting chuckled.
"Bet you haven't been eating breakfast, ne, Hanagata?"
"What does that have to do with you?" Toru replied, annoyed.
"Hmm, I think it's my fault." Kaworu smiled, still not taking his eyes and hands away from his scribbling away. Yeah, it really was his fault that no one was cooking breakfast for Toru in the morning.
Another infamous glare. "Mind your own business, sir."
"Why are you so dense? Are you mad at me?"
Toru never took his piercing stare away from the tall manager, his fists curled into ominous balls.
"Don't just stand there looking at me like that. Show me that you really are a man. Bring it on."
"I don't need to prove anything."
"Oh, indeed you don't. You never did prove anything, did you?" Kaworu asked, his tone rather challenging, trying his luck in psyching Toru. Things were going well so far.
Now Toru was scowling. He looked like he would kill the other man any minute. Kaworu's words shot him straight to the core, and he did not know whether to let go or hold back.
"I almost took him away, Hanagata. And I'm not giving up 'til I take him away from you." Kaworu said calmly.
Surprisingly, Toru smirked. He chuckled grimly. "Who, Fujima? Go ahead, take him. It's not like I'm the one who wanted him to be my bitch in the first place. I don't fucking care if he wants to be your bitch this time." He chuckled again. "He just like that, I guess. A bitch, and none less." He said, his voice overflowing with slur.
He walked away coolly after Kaworu had ignored him. As he proceeded into the corridor towards the lockers, he passed by a boy.
The boy, with chocolate colored strands of hair scattered on his forehead, his once azure eyes now a deep ocean of grief, stood there pressed deep against the wall, immobile. Ken was desperately wishing he were not there right then, not hearing the words, not feeling this sorrow and frustration, not choking back the tears. His name sounded so pathetic, mocking his dignity when said through Toru's lips, that he spited it himself.
Kenji Fujima was utterly disgusted with himself right now.
The tall player passed by like the boy was not there. "It's the truth, isn't it, Fujima?" He said sarcastically as he passed by him, a smirk on his face, not even pausing his pace.
There was a light expression painted on Kenji's face and a smile on his eyes as his fingers laced with the soft raven strands of Toru's hair. He shifted slightly, so as not to wake the man that had slept on top of him up.
The night was once again wasted like any other night they had, but rougher than usual. Toru had found the time and energy to 'spend' with Ken though he was exceptionally tired today, so tired that he had actually fallen asleep on top of the boy right then and there. It was cruel, but oddly enough, Ken found it sweet of Toru.
Ken looked at the taller man's face. He smiled. Toru looked like an innocent child while he slept. If people would hear their story, Ken knew they could readily laugh at the face of anyone that would say Toru was as innocent as a four year old boy, but deep within, this man really was just a child. A child that was misguided, a child that misunderstood everything. But in time, he knew Toru would reach the light. And Ken reassured him in silence that he would see to that.
"I need to go, Kaworu."
"But I thought you're not going back to him."
"I…I have to do this. I almost forgot why I decided to do this in the first place."
"But Ken—"
"And I almost forgot that I'm not giving him up."
And reassured himself that he was not lying, reassured himself that this is what he wanted.
--tsuzuku