Warnings : Akashi may not be in this chapter, like physically. *runs off*
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Love Me For Thirty Days
DAY THREE
MONDAY
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"That's why I've come up with a theory." Naruto's sapphire eyes were so serious they looked like tossing waves in the ocean. "I've thought about it until it finally made sense. I found an answer to the question of why people can love and hate so easily. There simply is no such thing as love. What we have is 'habitual infatuation', as I like to call it. We find someone we like, we stay with them for a while, we decide they're compatible with us, and they know us. Change is scary, and familiarity is a soothing feeling. We mistake that familiarity, mixed with our infatuation and lust, as what we've come to refer as 'love'."
― Quinn Anderson, Habitual Infatuation
From the statistics of people that had undergo through processes of marriage and had been faced with its ups and downs; once you were married, the love you previously felt seemed to have fade away. The intimacy you once displayed toward your partner, your lover, your supposed-to-be everything would deteriorate until there was no more, a need no longer required to show affection to.
Marriage was, well, not what one would expect from. To whom who had dreamt every single things, from building up the strong relationship to having children – I'd say this straight to the point – it may or may not happened. Of course, statistics showed percentage increased on the negative side. Simply to put, reasons varied from one and another; like one may feel the affection gradually turned to boredom, and then to a pure blank emotion that most of the times, your lover may not be the one you knew after all but in actual truth you knew a lot; many things! – about your lover. Or perhaps, you could put it in a way your lover may not be the one you expected him or her to be; not the one you hoped, idolised and dreamt of. It was proven that once you knew the person too well, love wasn't really love to begin with. Most people mistook comfort as a sign of love. They spent quality time together at most times till they felt that they could talk about anything to the other person; and so, a bind was created.
Though fate and life may not always be kind, they can always be cunning, outsmarting people.
They said love was made from the heavens, a work done by angels carrying heart-shaped arrows and blew magical kisses and miracles but they had forgotten, thunders and storms also do come from the heavens too.
This implied to the household Tetsuya had been living in.
For seven years of his marriage, he had expected everything was supposed to be fine. Well, they were supposed to be fine because they were fine the years before. Sure, the first year went by with days they would never forget about their constant shares of kisses and cuddles, the numerous rounds they went – young and wild and foolish. But after that, both never took notice that the intimacy and fervent touches gradually dwindled till their own definition of fine was nothing but the dull, three-sentence chats and silent dinner moments. Whilst Tetsuya found comfort in home, Seijuurou found his unleashed in the outside world.
Hence of what happened.
Truth to be said, the blunette had never noticed about it until today. He had never noticed about the lacking in their relationship, and their non-existent and flawed effort on finding a solution for their mistakes. He had never noticed how messed up they both were, that the strings of their supposed to be strong bonds were loosen up – and that they were already broken to begin with.
Such memories came in his dreams. The time when Seijuurou came home from work, and all that he'd do was to ask for his day and then they were quiet – and then he ignorantly raced somewhere to read. The time when Seijuurou exclaimed an opinion and he'd fought back; and debates ensued leading them to sleepless nights yet daylight greeted upon the next day, they continued on unresolved and forgotten.
He had come to ignore the fact that his life had darken into thunderstorms and hurricanes, yet he was still gazing upon soft tufts of white clouds and rainbows.
Seijuurou knew well he did too;
They just had realised the fact that they both were nothing but ignorant, inane fools.
Because of that, Tetsuya had woken up quite late; well, not too late for morning chores but late enough to see that a certain redhead wasn't beside him anymore. It had been a known knowledge that Seijuurou left early in the morning – and now he knew the reason – was because of a particular woman, destructor of relationship.
For some reason, all he felt was as if a space had been left blank in his chest. Perhaps, he was too tired for today. Still, it was enough for the blunette to sniffle for a moment, both hands covering his face and all he could wondered was what his deepest remorse in this relationship.
Was it a mistake to marry the redhead after all? Was it a mistake to be doing that kind of a deal? He left the questions undone, his mind acrimonious as if someone was drawing scribbly lines on a piece of paper.
For now, what was important was to be a good, submissive spouse and set a better examples for every wives to follow (according to some traditions, supposedly).
Staggering, his tired feet brought him to get dressed and went down for a lonesome breakfast. Frankly, every day was a lonesome breakfast ever since his lover, the redhead, began to get busy. Most of the times, the blue-haired male found comfort amidst the silence – it was warm, it was soothing. Most of the times, his feelings were cured because Momoi Satsuki's little girl would come here and he'd babysit.
Often, he found it funny how a five-year old companion was any better than his actual spouse; how a friend sprang at his doorstep for an hour of a visit was any better than the usual oddness and tense of hours and days – and God can he handle the weekends? – with the Akashi heir himself. Satsuki and her child, bearing the name of their national flower – and boy, did it suit the beautiful child he came to know too well; became his greatest support in life. It was funny how once the squealy high school girl he knew became a matured woman in a matter of time, continuously giving him support and advices – and gradually, she rivalled Kagami Taiga in terms of cooking.
And of course, like any other Mondays – both pink-haired woman and girl appeared at the front porch, the taller one sputtering something and the other running around, clad in glittery ballet shoes and bright yellow evening sundress.
"Tet-chan!", as usual Satsuki would greet him like that. Sure, the high school crush and false intimacy had disappeared by now but they were replaced with some sorts of sisterly mien. "You've gone skinnier! What happened?!"
"Um, nothing exactly –"
"Nothing you said? Look at this! You're not eating properly again," She grabbed him by the wrist, flailing the left one like a broken branch.
The blunette sighed, "I am. Right now, for your information."
He found it was amusing, once he gave the meek response Satsuki peered over his shoulder to see the not even half-eaten breakfast and she shook her head in disapproval.
"I smelt pancakes! And butter and honey!" The little girl had piped in, threshing her arms excitedly, looking as bubbly that constantly reminded the blunette like Kise-kun. Without shame, she tugged the hems of his white shirt. "Can I eat it? Can I eat with you? C'mon, grown-ups shouldn't eat alone! Okaa-san said eating alone is bad for your health."
Her mother shook her head, helpless with her antics but neither did she comment them, only that a frown marred on her clear face. Instead, she threw a glimpse at the smiling blunette, feeling even more helpless when it came to her ex-crush.
"I'm sorry about her. Sakura actually had breakfast three hours ago, I don't even know why she's hungry again."
"Because I love pancakes!"
"Oh quiet, for Kami's sake."
The blunette laughed, heartily and bright and the first for the day – that an upright curl was brought upon the demure yet exhausted visage. If Satsuki had been sixteen again, she would found herself melting upon the expression and had her face spread in tenfold of crimson shades, weak-kneed and googly-eyed. But now, she felt rather contented than infatuated. The moment felt like hours for her, despite the actual short duration.
"It's okay, Momoi-san. . . I think I have extras by the way. Would you like to have some?"
"Oh no. . . I'm just about to go to work. Well, I actually wanted to ask you for a favour and it's really about Sacchan?" For a brief moment, the woman looked hesitant. "I think it's one of the big favours again, if you don't mind?"
"I'm sure I don't mind."
"Well, can you take care of Sacchan for a. . . a week? Cause you know, I might have to go to. . . to Milan, again, for the. . . you know business stuffs?"
A week? With Seijuurou and me in the current state?
"Oh, okay then."
Why would I agree to that? Then again, anything that included Sakura was difficult to deny on. Tetsuya agreed with his thought inwardly, lips pursed into a straight line, obviously showing concern. Satsuki was only disregarding it; she knew better than to interfere the one who donned the name Akashi.
"Don't worry, it's not today. I'm. . . I'm leaving next week."
"Okay, Momoi-san. . . I'll do it cause it's Sakura-chan."
She huffed heavily, like a weight was lifted from her shoulders and she had them squared and almost did she hugged the short male. The pink-haired woman had been bowing and spouting a lot of thanks like a mantra; if Tetsuya lived in a cartoon world he would have imagined having the sweat drop sign on the back of his head.
A few moments later, the pink-haired left the Akashi residence, having to drag the wailing Sakura away from delicious pancakes and giving the child promises of returning to the house again. Again, Tetsuya was left alone.
But he always had wondered, why the child preferred the lonely penthouse sometimes was like a rhetoric question itself; unanswered. Of course, he had taken care the child since she just a toddler, and instead of her own mother, he had witnessed more of her first times. There was even a period where Sakura had called him chichiue and mistook Seijuurou as her real father. The redhead was devastated at first, but occasionally opened up toward the little girl. Nobody could refuse such huge, grey-blue eyes.
It was one of the memories worth treasures, as long as the blunette could remember.
After experiencing the temporary companion, time poured on like running water, fast and transparent. Once again, the blue-haired male busied himself with housework and occasionally, he went out to meet Ogiwara or groceries till the skies outside was a brilliant orange-blue hue, painting the view of the outskirts of town, and reflected its rays upon the tossing waves of the ocean, painting every scene with amber and rich golden shades.
How pitiful. . . He dimly remembered the times when he and Seijuurou would gaze upon the sunset, mesmerising the view the sun was sinking into its horizon as if dipping itself for a swim in the vast, turquoise-aquamarine ocean. And they'd hold hands; the redhead would whisper all the good promises into his ear – not caring how false could it be till now.
And night dawned too fast for Tetsuya, he became anxious. The night was dark, the glows of the moon hidden partially by the thick, invisible clouds. Patiently, he waited for the sounds of rattling keys and the door to flung open to reveal his companion.
But he never come.
Half past ten.
He wasn't home yet. Gone was the man, seen not even a shadow, not a silhouette.
Eleven sharp in the night.
The blunette was getting much exhausted and very, very impatient. He watched the TV, sent some missed calls and texts, prancing about every corners of the room whilst the azure eyes, not a single moment when he wasn't the least concerned. And when the clock stretched their thin arms to the upmost digits, he found himself in despair – and that was when the blunette knew he had to give up.
Seijuurou wouldn't come home.
Of course, not when everything was tense and bitter and stormy; and all they could be was a helpless fool. Of course, in every rational man's mind, a household like this was worth leaving for.
Yet, the blunette sunk deeper to the floorboards right on the doorstep where he would gaze upon the entrance door, waiting and waiting and waiting. Waiting for what, he actually did not know. A miracle? Some kind of changes? Impossible.
"Kami. . . Just what had I done to deserve this?!" It came out louder than what the owner the voice expected. For a man with a few words, he sure had shouted loud enough to reach the neighbours' residents.
Blank yet painful, bitter yet hopeful, he sunk deeper, forehead touching cold wood and had his lips curled till it was more than a bitter frown. That night he sobbed harder than he used to. That night, he screamed his lungs out. That night, he wished for oblivion.
That night, Tetsuya had regretted for being an Akashi.
And he had the envelope ripped, the contents went to the trash bin – oblivion.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mozu : Oh my God! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! WHY THE HELL AM I CRYING?! I'M SORRY. I'M SORRY! PS, Satsuki and Sakura are major characters along with Kagami and Ogiwara.
Um, I'm sorry for having not updated for weeks. I was actually working out on a oneshot called Odium, which I only have typed two major scenes (it has lots of sex, painful sad sex everybody) yet I have reached 3k of words. Achievement of the year! I'm working hard to achieve that skills of writing extremely long stuffs again.
And anyway, a little bit of help! I, Mozu, have ran out of quotes! Can you please suggest me quotes and put it in a review box. Then, it'll be easy for me to update then spending a week searching for worthy words.
Anyway, quote for this chapter actually came from Fanfiction itself! See, I ran out. So I used Quinn Anderson's quotes from one of her stories; Habitual Infatuation which is a SasuNaru fanfic and that fanfic is hawt!
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Read Quinn's In Excess which you have to buy but it is not available in Malaysia unfortunately and also not in Tuebl but still you gotta read it cause Nik and Seth are hot baes (according to Goodreads reviews)!
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Prepare yourself for Odium cause that story is bomb! (lame ad hahaha)
X FOR LOVE, O FOR HATE AND BASHING WARNS. PEACE. LOVE YOU. LIKE SERIOUSLY, I LOVE AND FEAR YOU ALL.
-Mozu The Mochi (2015)