Polished Diamonds
Title: Polished Diamonds
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: chinesetakeout
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Prompt: 029. love @ 50stories
Summary: Was there ever a proper way to end an affair with someone you would always love?
Rating: PG13
Genre: romance, angst
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: No.
Comments: For acu_saree who pretty much requested an all around not-so-happy story.
Could it really be, Hiroto thought, for me? He looked at the stuffed animal in his arms, the one that had been placed in front of his door step. He didn’t know how it happened, only able to read his name upon the paper that was tied around the furry arm. Still, he couldn’t help but smile - Tora’s handwriting was so obvious.
Tora watched from afar as Hiroto’s pretty, pretty eyes shone like polished diamonds.
“Tora are you..are you flirting with me?” Hiroto laughed quietly into Tora’s ear, pleased at the soft kiss placed upon his cheek a moment later.
“No,” Tora lied. “I’m just accidentally kissing you.”
“Do you think we could make..make this work?” Hiroto asked hopefully.
“If you believe, I believe,” Tora replied.
“I believe,” Hiroto murmured quietly, so low that Tora almost missed it.
“How did this happen?” Hiroto whispered, his breath grazing Tora’s lips, trying to remember the moment when he’d fallen for Tora, when he knew Tora was his world and then some.
“It just did,” Tora replied with certainty, pressing their lips together like they’d never kiss again.
“Why were you staring at her, Tora?” Hiroto questioned jealously, stirring the ramen in his bowl around with his chopsticks.
“She was pretty,” Tora admitted. “I never said I wasn’t bisexual.”
True, Hiroto thought, not commenting, a bud of doubt forming his mind about Tora’s sincerity to their relationship.
“Fuck, Tora!” Hiroto screeched, wanting to throw something and even more so upset that there was nothing within his grasp except the aforementioned person. He lamely hit Tora’s chest, letting out a shrill cry as his fingernail got stuck upon the fabric of Tora’s shirt. “How the hell are we at all compatible?”
Tora, patient as ever, pulled Hiroto to him, struggling and all. “We just are,” he soothed, not really calming Hiroto but somehow managing to pacify him. They were odd, they were. They fought like cats and dogs but by the end of the night, there wasn’t anyone else Tora wanted to hold.
“We fight and fight and fuck, it never ends!” Hiroto whimpered into Tora’s shirt, holding on for dear life.
“Those were good days, weren’t they?” Tora asked quietly, a bit too melancholic for Hiroto’s liking.
“They were,” he agreed, doing his best to recall the fond memories, not the ones that left him in tears. Parting had been hard but their agreement had been mutual. They couldn’t stay together constantly fighting, never holding each other in bed anymore, never any laughter around the house. There was only tension, tension, more tension, and then some fighting. There was love but not enough to keep them together anymore.
“The best days of my life,” Tora whispered, remembering how Hiroto had sat him down to bring up the dreaded topic. It hadn’t been his idea, had never been his suggestion. Hiroto, as Tora had feared, had grown tired of him and their constant arguing first. He didn’t have the guts nor the courage to beg Hiroto not to leave. He’d sat quietly at the kitchen counter as sounds of Hiroto packing engulfed him.
“Tora...” Hiroto reached out for his hand, lacing their fingers together in a way that brought them both fond memories of their first date. It was then Hiroto’s phone set off, startling the both of them. Hiroto jerked his hand away and fumbled with it as he pressed the talk button, lost in his conversation for a few minutes. It was when he hung up and threw an apologetic smile to Tora that Tora knew Hiroto was going.
Going for good this time, he supposed.
“Don’t forget about us,” Tora said weakly, unsure of how to end their tryst. Was there ever a proper way to end an affair with someone you would always love?
“I won’t. Not ever,” Hiroto promised. He leaned over to kiss Tora one last time, one last reminder of what had been, what should’ve been, but most of all, of what would never be.
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Well, damn, that was sad.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: chinesetakeout
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Prompt: 029. love @ 50stories
Summary: Was there ever a proper way to end an affair with someone you would always love?
Rating: PG13
Genre: romance, angst
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: No.
Comments: For acu_saree who pretty much requested an all around not-so-happy story.
Could it really be, Hiroto thought, for me? He looked at the stuffed animal in his arms, the one that had been placed in front of his door step. He didn’t know how it happened, only able to read his name upon the paper that was tied around the furry arm. Still, he couldn’t help but smile - Tora’s handwriting was so obvious.
Tora watched from afar as Hiroto’s pretty, pretty eyes shone like polished diamonds.
“Tora are you..are you flirting with me?” Hiroto laughed quietly into Tora’s ear, pleased at the soft kiss placed upon his cheek a moment later.
“No,” Tora lied. “I’m just accidentally kissing you.”
“Do you think we could make..make this work?” Hiroto asked hopefully.
“If you believe, I believe,” Tora replied.
“I believe,” Hiroto murmured quietly, so low that Tora almost missed it.
“How did this happen?” Hiroto whispered, his breath grazing Tora’s lips, trying to remember the moment when he’d fallen for Tora, when he knew Tora was his world and then some.
“It just did,” Tora replied with certainty, pressing their lips together like they’d never kiss again.
“Why were you staring at her, Tora?” Hiroto questioned jealously, stirring the ramen in his bowl around with his chopsticks.
“She was pretty,” Tora admitted. “I never said I wasn’t bisexual.”
True, Hiroto thought, not commenting, a bud of doubt forming his mind about Tora’s sincerity to their relationship.
“Fuck, Tora!” Hiroto screeched, wanting to throw something and even more so upset that there was nothing within his grasp except the aforementioned person. He lamely hit Tora’s chest, letting out a shrill cry as his fingernail got stuck upon the fabric of Tora’s shirt. “How the hell are we at all compatible?”
Tora, patient as ever, pulled Hiroto to him, struggling and all. “We just are,” he soothed, not really calming Hiroto but somehow managing to pacify him. They were odd, they were. They fought like cats and dogs but by the end of the night, there wasn’t anyone else Tora wanted to hold.
“We fight and fight and fuck, it never ends!” Hiroto whimpered into Tora’s shirt, holding on for dear life.
“Those were good days, weren’t they?” Tora asked quietly, a bit too melancholic for Hiroto’s liking.
“They were,” he agreed, doing his best to recall the fond memories, not the ones that left him in tears. Parting had been hard but their agreement had been mutual. They couldn’t stay together constantly fighting, never holding each other in bed anymore, never any laughter around the house. There was only tension, tension, more tension, and then some fighting. There was love but not enough to keep them together anymore.
“The best days of my life,” Tora whispered, remembering how Hiroto had sat him down to bring up the dreaded topic. It hadn’t been his idea, had never been his suggestion. Hiroto, as Tora had feared, had grown tired of him and their constant arguing first. He didn’t have the guts nor the courage to beg Hiroto not to leave. He’d sat quietly at the kitchen counter as sounds of Hiroto packing engulfed him.
“Tora...” Hiroto reached out for his hand, lacing their fingers together in a way that brought them both fond memories of their first date. It was then Hiroto’s phone set off, startling the both of them. Hiroto jerked his hand away and fumbled with it as he pressed the talk button, lost in his conversation for a few minutes. It was when he hung up and threw an apologetic smile to Tora that Tora knew Hiroto was going.
Going for good this time, he supposed.
“Don’t forget about us,” Tora said weakly, unsure of how to end their tryst. Was there ever a proper way to end an affair with someone you would always love?
“I won’t. Not ever,” Hiroto promised. He leaned over to kiss Tora one last time, one last reminder of what had been, what should’ve been, but most of all, of what would never be.
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Well, damn, that was sad.