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Chapter 6: an eternity too late, a heart break too far
Slipping into the car wearily, he fell into a deep stupor. His chauffer looked despondently at the sleeping man. He had been the one who drove him around the world to do all the dangerous stunts. He felt he was partly at fault, as if he had been driving his young master to his death every single time.
He maneuvered the car slowly and carefully through the thick traffic. Everyone had turned up to see his young master risk his life on that bloody cliff. He didn't know what to say to his young master, he didn't know how to stop him. Then again, who was he to say anything, when his own father had not said anything or do anything to stop him? All he could do was pray that he could still drive his young master home every time.
He looked briefly at the sleeping man. He was shocked, for this man, this harsh and haggard man could never be the young master who used to be so kind and laughing at their jokes with Fuji-Sama…
Fuji-Sama…the person who had brought light into his young master's life and when he left, he extinguished it too. His young master was never the same after it. And he couldn't help but feel that the gentle Fuji-Sama had to be partly responsible for all the grief the young master had to go through.
Finally when they reached the mansion the young master had lived for years, he was reluctant to wake the tired-looking man up. So he decided to take the car for a few rounds around the high-class neighbor, so as to let the young Sama rest a little while longer.
As the spacious Jaguar leaved the curb once again, a taxi came in. A thin and worry-stricken Fuji stepped out of the taxi. Without collecting his change, he rushed up the steps to the oak doors. Two footmen held it open for Fuji.
"May I inquire about your presence here, Fuji-san?" the grave butler asked Fuji in polite but frosty voice. He was all but ready to throw this man who had hurt his master so, out. But deep down, he knew that this frail man was the savior to his young master's soul. He must be given a chance, even if the odds were high.
"Gomen ne, I…I want to see Kuni…I want to see Tezuka Kunimitsu please."
"Young master is currently not present, if you wish it; you may come into the living room to wait for him."
Knowing that it was an opening, Fuji grabbed it. The butler led him slowly towards the room, although he knew well that Fuji was familiar with the house. As Fuji walked across the corridors, memories of him and Tezuka flood his mind.
He saw how they used to race down the stairs to get outside, or simply walked hand-in-hand to go out for a walk. He saw how they used to cuddle at one corner of the room to read together. Everything was familiar, yet so distanced. As if Tezuka had even decreed the house to be cold towards the traitor.
He entered the living room, while the butler bowed stiffly at the doorway. He was left alone in the room, where he had so much fun with his love. Only a few months had passed, yet it seemed as if an eternity had passed.
Shivering in the cold room, he sat down on the chair which Tezuka had declared his favorite. Laying his head back, he closed his eyes. All the worrying and all the pain had taken their tows on him. He fell asleep, with dreams of Tezuka falling from the cliff and was lost to him forever.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE! GET OUT!" the shouting jerked Fuji from his stupor.
"What…Kuni-chan! Are you alright? Are you ok? How dare you do that stupid act…" he drifted off, he looked into Tezuka's eyes and there was no life within them. They were like dark shards of icy crystal, piercing and unforgiving.
"You are too late, Fuji Syuusuke. You are an eternity too late." With that, Tezuka slammed out of the room.
"Wait…I…"
Tezuka never turned, just as he never turned when he walked out on Tezuka three months ago. He never knew about all the tears flowing down Fuji's face, just as he never knew about the tears Tezuka had shed.
His raised arm fell back uselessly to his side. No matter how he reached for Tezuka, he could never reach his heart again, no matter how he called to Tezuka; he could never hear the echo of his love again. He had lost everything the day he walked out from this place. He had lost Tezuka the day he broke his heart and their love.
Slowly he followed the angry Tezuka. When the latter slammed his room's door in his face, he sat down by the door. If all he could get was a one-sided conversation with Tezuka, he would use it to make sure he never does all the dangerous acts again.
"Tezuka, I knew that the day I walked out on you," a crash resounded from his room. "I broke your heart. But I never meant to, it was for your own good," again, he was interrupted by a crash.
"Please, I beg of you, don't ever hurt yourself again, it pains me…" he almost fell backwards when the door was slammed open.
"Pains you? Didn't my pain amuse you? Didn't my failures entertain you? Didn't my stale lifestyle bore you? Why do you hate this new and exciting lifestyle I lead?"
"Please stop…I…"
"You were always too late, no matter what happens, my heartbreak has became a fact. No matter how guilty you are feeling now, my heartbreak will never disappear." With that, Fuji was once again faced with a wooden door again.
The moment you stepped on and over my heart, the day you ripped my soul to shreds, I had been changed. It was too late now Fuji, you are too late, an eternity too late, and a heart break too far.
Thinking back, how much happiness we used to have.
Beyond all the distance which separates us, sent my love and song to him.
So much memories, a little by a little they trickled away to nothingness.
Thousands and millions threads of love, melted into pain.
Since you left, birds never sing and winter chilled my bones.
During the long nights, who would warm my heart and soul?
Before you left, I have promised to meet you in paradise or in hell.
One farewell so long, so long, my dreams were void of you.
With love so deep, yet our happiness could never be.
Reality or dream, laughter and gentleness had lingered.
Seen you in veils of dreams, doubts crowded my mind.
Soul and dream, why can you not merge and let me live within?
A trip to the past, everything was left in ruin and rubbles.
Our promise had remained, nothing but lonely shadows to walk the path.
An eternity promise, wait and wait and still waiting.
A call from heart break, return soon, I am still waiting.