Title: 017 - Weapon

Author: schyra

Rating: ?

Pairings/Characters: Musica, Someone/Haru

Warnings: DV

Summary: Because I'm a weakling, I can understand his weakness.

Author's Note: .;

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017 - Weapon

Because I'm a weakling, I can understand his weakness.

"Going to see him again?"

His feet stopped walking. Slowly, Haru turned to face him.

"Yes," he said.

Musica ground the cigarette between his teeth and spat it out. He crushed it vehemently with his heel, glaring hard at the ground. Grey, black concrete. Asphalt. Rock. Dirt.

"You're an idiot for going."

Haru smiled at him then, softly, sadly.

Then he turned and walked away.


Haru closed the door behind him with an almost inaudible click. The small apartment was dark, the curtains drawn and the lights off. There was the ominous sound of silence.

"Where were you?"

Haru smiled reassuringly.

"At my job."

A shadow moved towards him. He recognized that face. Handsome, defined features. Good-looking. But the gentleness was gone from it. That kind, witty charm had ebbed, and in its place was a cold, hard light in his eyes. What Haru fell for in the beginning wasn't there.

"You don't work this late."

Hands extended from the darkness and gripped his shoulders. Haru kept smiling, and clenched his fists. He willed them to stop shaking.

"I had overtime."

Those hands tightened, painfully.

"I called you about that, didn't I?"

Painfully.

"...Liar."

Haru didn't see it coming, but he expected the fist that struck his face. And he expected the following blows as well, as he was pushed back into the wall, thrown down upon the floor. He expected the punches, the kicks, the slaps. He expected everything. He anticipated it.

It's your fault for being late.

It's your fault you're being hurt like this.

How dare you.

How dare you.

How dare you leave me alone?

Haru grit his teeth against the pain and smiled. 'Musica,' he thought. 'You probably think I'm weak for staying by his side, don't you?' Hands grabbed his hair and lifted him up, and Haru steadily met his gaze in the dark. "I hate people who don't keep their promises."

Haru closed his eyes just before the blow.

'And I think I am. I agree with you. I think I'm as weak as can be, as you say I am.'

A thrown lamp, aimed at his face.

'But do you know, Musica?'

A hard kick, and Haru felt the bones of a rib shattering.

It was getting harder to breath, the pain constricting his chest. Still, he waited, patiently, and forced himself to bear it. He thought, 'Because I'm a weakling, I can understand his weakness.'

'Because I understand, I cannot leave his side.'

A picture of his father, the door closing behind him. It couldn't be helped. His father had a job. His work put food on the table. As long as you feed the body, the soul shouldn't matter right? Right, Otou-san? I don't care that you're out all the time. I really don't. I really don't. A picture of himself, standing in the rain. Alone. Don't want to be. No, no. Please don't leave.

"You're meeting up with someone else behind my back, aren't you?!"

'I understand.'

I'm lonely.

'Against weapons like love, human hearts are frail creatures, aren't they?'

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END.