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Note : I have like thirteen more days to go lol and still more stuffs up my sleeves ooh yeah
Love Me For Thirty Days
DAY SEVENTEEN
Monday
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"I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out."
― Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover
It was devastating to be alone on the first day of a weekday. It was even devastating to feed a girl who was hurrying to school with only yoghurt and mango juice and some potato chips Seijuurou found at the back of the cabinet, fortunately having its expiry date extended to next year. It was even devastating to meet up with Satsuki as she got off from her flight and hurried back to his own abode to find the lacking a certain, bustling blunette.
Satsuki quirked her brows, arms akimbo to her waist as she eyed the clueless redhead and waiting for a sort of explanation from him. She had always suspected a conflict between those two, but not until the blunette had went missing.
And Kami, if Sakura had been involved in this. . . Her daughter was strong, she believed. But still, no more than a child who deserved no involvement in a fight between two idiots ― adults, she meant.
Now, they'd been taken to McDonalds. God knows why McDonalds, maybe because the little girl had been eyeing the fast food restaurant and nudged Seijuurou that she wanted the strawberry sundae.
"So, what's all this. . ." she dragged out a long breathe out, one hand propped against her temple and she just couldn't open her eyes without the migraine hitting her like a motherfucker. She hated the clueless expression on Seijuurou's face, no offense. But damn, Satsuki was betting on a good story out of his mouth for sure. "What happened between you and Tetsu, Akashi-kun?"
The redhead sighed, exasperated. And somehow, there was a hint of exhaustion that lingered painfully. He looked like a kicked puppy, for sure. But the woman still demanded a story, so be it. "Tetsuya won't tell me his problem, it's been around for. . . two weeks now, and he still wouldn't want to say it to me. Instead, he made a deal of some sort that would last for a month before we ―" he chewed the insides of his cheek, suddenly feeling uneasy to confess the truth to his friend. "Look, it was all my fault ―"
"Okay, okay," Satsuki interrupted, "Before you two what, Akashi-kun? Don't leave me hanging, here."
"I don't ―"
"If you tell me, I can help you find Tetsuya."
"Really?"
Momoi Satsuki, who were once the ever-so-polite manager of their basketball team and had been always the one to obey Akashi, rolled her eyes toward him. Look how ten years could change a person, and secretly Seijuurou found himself pleased over the sudden change of treatment toward him. "Yeah, because you two had been acting like tight-lipped fools and I can actually assume that your marriage has not been well lately." She looked down, as if deep in thought. "You guys aren't divorcing, are you?"
The Akashi heir remained silent for a moment. Eyes clear and gleamed in bright sienna and liquid crimson pierced straight to the cherry ones belonged to Momoi Satsuki, and she found herself nervous with her own question let loose in the midst of tension.
"I was reconsidering. . ."
That was it.
The respond she waited. It wasn't exactly a rejection, nor an agreement. It hung on both sides, reflecting on the choices that might set any future ablaze in flames. Either of the other girl or man Seijuurou was planning, or Tetsu's? Satsuki wasn't sure.
But she, herself, had broken off her relationship with Aomine. She knew the pain of divorce even when two sides of coins were in the deal. She couldn't help herself but having her own palm landing against Seijuuroi's cheek. When she realised her own action, Momoi found herself gasping ― Sakura dropped the plastic spoon, and the redhead's expression was either way priceless.
But he wasn't angry.
Satsuki knew that he knew, he might as well had deserved physical pain straight to his face.
"Reconsidering. . .? Reconsidering?" She found herself with small tears, "Don't you even know your own emotions anymore?"
"Look ―"
"Kami, Akashi-kun. . . If you can't choose, you might as well be alone!"
The man bit his lip, every word he meant to say after thrown off to the window and left forgotten. He nodded, meekly but good Lord knows that he was silently tortured by a pang of guilt that started to settle once again in his throbbing heart.
"I have to go. . ." he said, out of a sudden. The redhead stood from his chair, stepped closer to kiss the forehead of her child, and Sakura released a pained whimpered ― "Don't go. . . I wanna search for chichiue too." ― but he shook his head and made his haste leave.
Momoi was still too alarmed to even stop him for now.
"Oi, Tetsu. . ." the voice of a man who sounded so frantic and dubiously unpleased with his abrupt actions didn't truly linger long in his mind. Tetsuya was far too distracted to even listen, just gazing up the thick clouds rolling with a preparation of its downpour. The man did not bother to give up though, he spoke again; "Are you sure you wanna go? What about Akashi?"
"What about him?" Tetsuya sighed, he had been warming his hands with a thermos filled with black coffee for about two hours now, that they settled inside the jeep with Kagami driving him all the way to the Kansai prefecture. He gazed outside the opened window, looking at the small buildings and bustling crowd busy with their own lives.
"Have you two been fighting?" The taller man was truly shocked, especially since he had been a witness to their romcom shit back in high school. Everyone knew how cheesy back then; the two of them were head over heels toward each other. What made them change?
Tetsuya dragged another sigh, "Maybe."
"What do you mean maybe?"
"Look, Kagami-kun," he brought his striking blue gaze to the tall man, "I appreciate your concern, but I'm tired."
"I just wanna help," grumbled Kagami, "You hired me as a freaking driver from Tokyo anyway. Have some respect." He fisted the shoulder softly, and Tetsuya released a snort of some sort but a small smile plastered against his lips.
"I know, thanks. . ."
But that was all to it. Still, no explanations. No clue. Kagami was going nowhere with his friend. And Tetsuya wasn't exactly readable. Heck, it was a miracle the Akashi heir was able to read every detail from his stoic expression.
Bless his Sherlock talents.
The blunette shifted when they stopped to a small inn residing in Kyoto. Shifting glances to the crooked sign, to the wooden doors, to Kagami's confused face and back outside. Gripping the thermos tightly, Tetsuya knew the fear was starting to surface.
He wasn't exactly in need for another vacation, only to find solace to keep his mind out of the problems. It had been a rush, and he wasn't exactly in a prepared state. Heck, he forgot his bag of clothes in Sakura's bedroom, whilst he only had his wallet and mobile phone to spare. He even forgot the charger, for Kami's sake.
But what other choice did he have?
"Thanks, Kagami-kun," the words almost quivered to nothingness, but Tetsuya managed to harden his voice to a clearer sound. "You. . . You can go home now."
Kagami almost choked. And the panic resurfaced, again. He twitched and grabbed Tetsuya by the shoulder, "You fucking sure? You're alone, Jesus!"
"Yes," Tetsuya gripped the hand and removed from his shoulder, alarmed by the gesture but he feigned an air of frustration instead. Seconds after, his expression softened and he waved the redhead. "I just need some time alone. It's better this way. . ."
"But ―"
"If Seijuurou met you, please Kagami-kun," he breathed, "Don't tell him anything."
"Tetsu, are you fucking kidding me ―"
But it was no use. Swift like a river, clear like the fresh water as he could be, Tetsuya was gone from his sight. Only Kami knows where he went, slipping into the crowd of Kyoto, blending in like the invisible man he had always be.
To Kagami, the man who used to be Kuroko Tetsuya had always been an enigma. A mystery. A story to unravel, a riddle to learn. But this time, just by gazing the pallid blue in his eyes ― wavering and unfocused, distracted and thoughtful but fear and panic lingering ― Kagami knew he had to meet Akashi.
Nobody could hurt his best friend, ever. Not even when it involved his own lover.
Calling Tetsuya. . .
No answer.
Calling Tetsuya. . .
No answer.
Calling Tetsuya. . .
No answer.
Lying against the floor, was a foreign sight nobody would have ever expected. There situated a drunk and sorrowful Akashi Seijuurou, an arm sprawled across his face and fingers pulling the scarlet tufts from his scalp. Lost in his thoughts, lost in the booze that carried half of his sanity away, lost in the flashes of a pair of eyes, warm like the sky, shining like polished diamonds, kind like the soul he was.
His phone was dying, but fuck it. He might as well try. There was always miracle, even the logical Seijuurou wanted to believe in miracles because, dear Kami, he needed it so badly.
And there was the letter, placed so close but clearly not the same as it first appeared. Torn to pieces, small bits of papers strewn across the floor, collecting dust as they began to crumble.
Calling Yui. . .
"S-Sei. . .?"
"What do you think if we'll never marry at all," he choked out the words, chest heavy with dread of hurting a woman. He was hurting people, was it all he could do beyond this moment? "I mean, I think my feelings are changing but I still want to love you, and I still think you're a wonderful person. But you know, Yui. . . I just can't let go."
There was a long, long sigh. The redhead expected anger from Yui, expected her to scream or claw him out in public if they were to meet ever again. But there was an air of silence that dawdled too long. He found himself questioning over his choice of words, what was happening? "Sei?" Yui finally called out, "I'm coming over."
"What, why?"
There was another pause. With his feelings at the edge, Seijuurou found his patience running thin. "Why?" He called out again, reaching to the line because he wanted a god damn response.
But suddenly there was knocking against the front door. Loud banging that signaled frantic and fear and desperation.
It was nobody else but Yamanaka Yui.
Dressed in a simple evening dress, her ebony hair done in large curls ― no make up but a thin line of eyeliner above her naturally long lashes. She blinked and swallowed the lump, looking nervous and wrecked, even surprised to see the opposite condition of her, er, lover.
"What. . .?" Seijuurou breathed, still lost. Still lost, because she was here ― but Tetsuya was still out there. He could be anywhere.
And out of a sudden, the woman pulled him to a tight embrace. Her heat spread out, wanting to give him a sense of comfort ― but in truth, Yui wanted nothing more but answers. When she pulled away, Seijuurou held onto the blank expression. Except that his heterochromia eyes were wide open, and he was left gaping.
She snorted out, a small smile as she tried to fake a pleased laughter, "I knew it, Sei. . ."
"Kami, I know what you're going to say. . ."
Yui giggled, and she fisted his chest like a wonderful person she was, indeed. She retraced back her steps and smiled, "That Tetsuya guy loves you, Sei," she paused, "I do, too, but damn. . . Can't you see? He's beautiful, and I'm not. . ."
Seijuurou heaved out a breathy laughter, he shook his head. "Yui, don't say that. . ."
"Choose him."
It seemed like a good final words for Yui. She pondered over the sentence and smiled at how remarkable the scene would have if she would walk away with those, let Seijuurou wonder. Let him wonder.
And walk away she did. Yui didn't look back, refused to look at the expression he would have made. Indeed, it would have been a pleasing and amusing reaction. She memorised every expression he made, and she giggled by herself. After all, she knew he wouldn't be there to reach out for her.
He was reaching out for Tetsuya.
Dear Seijuurou.
Sweet Seijuurou.
Because with the two of us, it's not warm anymore.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mozu : I graduate, but I miss school. Can you believe that? XD
Anyway, I used to pull my hair if I'm stressed sometimes. Or bang my head in the process. But I rarely got stressed anyway, I'm easily distracted and forget about it and the next moment I have different thoughts lol. Writing about marriage is not easy, but I have experience with family (dark days) I found it natural to write writing scenes. Of course, real life is more brutal than just arguments of words. I don't want Seijuurou ending up beating Tetsuya like wth
Nah, Tetsuya's only staying in Kyoto temporarily. I'm moving him somewhere soon :3
God, guys. Add me in Steam : ohmirawrr if you wanna play games with me ;) Although. . . I like single player better lol
X for love, O for hate!
-Mozu The Mochi