part 5
whoaa, took me damn long to write the stuff :/
Kirito's POV, not beta-ed.
I wake up to this gut wrenching feeling that could mean only one of two things.
One: I’m having a massiv hangover.
Second: I’m having a massive hangover AND I did something utterly stupid and reckless yesterday.
As I stare at my own beige ceiling, I can’t help but think it’s the second option.
To my own dismay of course...
I sigh a little and close my eyes, to stop that burning feeling from devouring them.
We went out yesterday.
That’s clear.
Made a round at the local pubs, having a beer or two in each of those.
Nothing too special, that’s usually how we end up, if me and Aiji EVER go out.
Then my memory is a bit blurred.
I think we went to a club then...
We were dressed like it anyway...
Smoke, and electo lights, bright beams and shadows playing tricks on our eyes.
More drinks.
I frown a little.
My memory is playing tricks on me, surely I DID NOT dance...
I don’t dance.
Especially NOT with Aiji.
Except on stage.
A hiss finds it way out of my lips as I force myself to slowly rise.
The cold floor against my feet never seemed so good.
Calming in a way...
Just because someone doesn’t love you in the way you want them, doesn’t mean they don’t love you will they have....
I freeze as my own, a bit slurred voice, echoes in the depths of my hazed mind.
See, this is what I hate about drinking.
I love the bitter alcoholic taste it leaves while you’re at it, the light-headed feeling you recive more and more with each glass of liquor.
How it loosens people up, how it lets me loosen up...
On the other hand, I hate the next day syndrome.
What on earth was I thinking saying that...
I take a peek into the spare bedroom.
Not really surprised to see Aiji sleeping there, curled up with a pillow in his embrace.
I sight lightly as I lean on the frame for a moment, watching him.
Trying to remember more of the previous night...
His lids are lightly swollen.
Was he...
“Shh, it’s okay, don’t cry...”
“But I...”
My fingers brushing salty tears from his ckeeks.
“He wouldn’t want you to cry....”
“I can’t help it...” full lips puffed from the swallowed cries.
“Maybe I can”
I guess banging my head against the wooden frame would be a good thing right now, but it hurts enough at the moment.
And I would wake him up.
So...it has to wait.
Kissing a friend, who happens to be in love with someone utterly different.
Murata, what the hell were you thinking...?
I grunt a little as I move away from the door and make my way towards the kitchen.
I know there’s a pack of cigarettes there and as hell I need one now.
Watching the boiling water I take a deeper drag, despite my lungs protest.
They had a fair share of nicotine last night I guess, but I’m in real need right now.
A quick glance at the clock.
I think I better call everyone and say practice is cancelled for today.
Maybe the band’s name is Pierrot but I don’t want to make a clown out of myself.
Even in front of my life-long friends and family.
Or maybe I should say...especially.
Waching the lingering smoke down with burning hot coffee has a somewhat refreshing ability.
The clouds that clutter my mind raise up a little, making thinking not such a hard task as a couple of minute before.
“Kirito...”
I choke on the black bitter liquid with surprise and spin around.
Aiji’s still cluthing a pillow to his chest as he stands there on the cold tiles.
His long hair a mess, his eyes still puffed with sleep.
A print running across his cheek.
I point to the free chair and reach for another cup.
He sits down silently, his eyes glued to my frame.
I woner how much he can remember...
“Kirito, thank you for.... for yesterday...” his voice faltens a bit and he averts his eyes for the briefest moments as he takes a sip of his own coffee.
Winces as his lips touch the hot drink.
Great.
I shrug my shoulders, trying to be the nonchalant, cool me he’s so used to.
His eyes back on mine, wide open...
Almost screaming at me with questions, silently demanding answers.
“As I said.... but you...we....” he stumbles on his words.
Ok I guess he can remember as much as I.
“I don’t love you” I say cooly, arching my lips lightly.
“Owh...”
The look in his eyes changes into relieved one.
“I should be glad you’re so damn straight to the point” he sighs, and smiles lightly as he runs one hand through the messy brown strands “Because I wouldn’t want that....”
“I know.”
One elegant eyebrow raises up.
He reaches for my cigarettes, frowning at the brand, but takes one stick anyway.
Clouds of blue roll lazly off his lips.
“Did someone ever tell you that you’re an annoying smartass?”
I pretend to be deep in thought for a moment.
“Actually..yes. So sorry Aichuu, no big news here.”
We sit in silence for a moment.
But a comfortable one.
He’s staring into space, beyond everything there is to see outisde of the window he’s facing.
I’m watching him.
After a while I stand up and move towards the bathroom.
Stopping by his ide, placing on hand on his shoulder.
Making him snap out of his daze and look up at me.
“Aichuu, I meant it what I said yesterday”
He gives me the most adorable confused look ever.
“If you need any help... you know where to find me”.
I leave his side, leave him to his thoughts only.
As I step under the stream of hot water a couple of minutes later, I’m still thinking of what I have gotten myself into.
I feel a grin tugging at my lips.
Maybe the night before wasn’t that bad after all...
No matter what, this is going to be amusing.
Kirito's POV, not beta-ed.
I wake up to this gut wrenching feeling that could mean only one of two things.
One: I’m having a massiv hangover.
Second: I’m having a massive hangover AND I did something utterly stupid and reckless yesterday.
As I stare at my own beige ceiling, I can’t help but think it’s the second option.
To my own dismay of course...
I sigh a little and close my eyes, to stop that burning feeling from devouring them.
We went out yesterday.
That’s clear.
Made a round at the local pubs, having a beer or two in each of those.
Nothing too special, that’s usually how we end up, if me and Aiji EVER go out.
Then my memory is a bit blurred.
I think we went to a club then...
We were dressed like it anyway...
Smoke, and electo lights, bright beams and shadows playing tricks on our eyes.
More drinks.
I frown a little.
My memory is playing tricks on me, surely I DID NOT dance...
I don’t dance.
Especially NOT with Aiji.
Except on stage.
A hiss finds it way out of my lips as I force myself to slowly rise.
The cold floor against my feet never seemed so good.
Calming in a way...
Just because someone doesn’t love you in the way you want them, doesn’t mean they don’t love you will they have....
I freeze as my own, a bit slurred voice, echoes in the depths of my hazed mind.
See, this is what I hate about drinking.
I love the bitter alcoholic taste it leaves while you’re at it, the light-headed feeling you recive more and more with each glass of liquor.
How it loosens people up, how it lets me loosen up...
On the other hand, I hate the next day syndrome.
What on earth was I thinking saying that...
I take a peek into the spare bedroom.
Not really surprised to see Aiji sleeping there, curled up with a pillow in his embrace.
I sight lightly as I lean on the frame for a moment, watching him.
Trying to remember more of the previous night...
His lids are lightly swollen.
Was he...
“Shh, it’s okay, don’t cry...”
“But I...”
My fingers brushing salty tears from his ckeeks.
“He wouldn’t want you to cry....”
“I can’t help it...” full lips puffed from the swallowed cries.
“Maybe I can”
I guess banging my head against the wooden frame would be a good thing right now, but it hurts enough at the moment.
And I would wake him up.
So...it has to wait.
Kissing a friend, who happens to be in love with someone utterly different.
Murata, what the hell were you thinking...?
I grunt a little as I move away from the door and make my way towards the kitchen.
I know there’s a pack of cigarettes there and as hell I need one now.
Watching the boiling water I take a deeper drag, despite my lungs protest.
They had a fair share of nicotine last night I guess, but I’m in real need right now.
A quick glance at the clock.
I think I better call everyone and say practice is cancelled for today.
Maybe the band’s name is Pierrot but I don’t want to make a clown out of myself.
Even in front of my life-long friends and family.
Or maybe I should say...especially.
Waching the lingering smoke down with burning hot coffee has a somewhat refreshing ability.
The clouds that clutter my mind raise up a little, making thinking not such a hard task as a couple of minute before.
“Kirito...”
I choke on the black bitter liquid with surprise and spin around.
Aiji’s still cluthing a pillow to his chest as he stands there on the cold tiles.
His long hair a mess, his eyes still puffed with sleep.
A print running across his cheek.
I point to the free chair and reach for another cup.
He sits down silently, his eyes glued to my frame.
I woner how much he can remember...
“Kirito, thank you for.... for yesterday...” his voice faltens a bit and he averts his eyes for the briefest moments as he takes a sip of his own coffee.
Winces as his lips touch the hot drink.
Great.
I shrug my shoulders, trying to be the nonchalant, cool me he’s so used to.
His eyes back on mine, wide open...
Almost screaming at me with questions, silently demanding answers.
“As I said.... but you...we....” he stumbles on his words.
Ok I guess he can remember as much as I.
“I don’t love you” I say cooly, arching my lips lightly.
“Owh...”
The look in his eyes changes into relieved one.
“I should be glad you’re so damn straight to the point” he sighs, and smiles lightly as he runs one hand through the messy brown strands “Because I wouldn’t want that....”
“I know.”
One elegant eyebrow raises up.
He reaches for my cigarettes, frowning at the brand, but takes one stick anyway.
Clouds of blue roll lazly off his lips.
“Did someone ever tell you that you’re an annoying smartass?”
I pretend to be deep in thought for a moment.
“Actually..yes. So sorry Aichuu, no big news here.”
We sit in silence for a moment.
But a comfortable one.
He’s staring into space, beyond everything there is to see outisde of the window he’s facing.
I’m watching him.
After a while I stand up and move towards the bathroom.
Stopping by his ide, placing on hand on his shoulder.
Making him snap out of his daze and look up at me.
“Aichuu, I meant it what I said yesterday”
He gives me the most adorable confused look ever.
“If you need any help... you know where to find me”.
I leave his side, leave him to his thoughts only.
As I step under the stream of hot water a couple of minutes later, I’m still thinking of what I have gotten myself into.
I feel a grin tugging at my lips.
Maybe the night before wasn’t that bad after all...
No matter what, this is going to be amusing.