100 Daily Tegomass Drabbles /// 040.Games
Title: Games
Pairing: Tegomass
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any character in this story; this is all fictional. I do not make any profit with this and I DO NOT COPY anyone's writing.
Summary: Life just isn't a game.
A/N: For all the drabbles, please check the Masterpost :)
..... aw, well... Poor guys, it must ahve been a hard time for them back then. Being so insecure about their future!
040.Games
“This can’t be true”, Tegoshi said and stared at Yamashita, turning to Nishikido, expecting him to say it all was a joke and laugh it off.
But when both of them were looking like that, when he saw those tears in Yamashita’s eyes, the concerned look in Nishikido’s face, the uneasiness that filled the whole room that seemed to make the air just so very heavy, then Tegoshi had to believe it was real.
“You must be joking”, he murmured, though and covered his mouth, his eyes getting wet, teary. He had to pull himself together, tried not to look at Koyama, who already was crying by then.
Kato took a deep breath, patting Koyama’s back, trying to calm him down with soothing strokes down his spine and back up. “We didn’t do anything wrong, did we?”
Ryo gave him a glance. “It’s the second time the band made it to the headlines with news like this.”
“But Uchi left the band, and Kusano got punished, too, didn’t he? Why do we have to…”
“Shige”, Yamashita said calmly. “You know it’s the only decision he could have made.”
“But what…”, Masuda finally said from his seat next to Tegoshi, speaking up for the first time. “Is going to happen to us now?”
Yamashita sighed, covered his face with his hands, before he looked at all of them again. “We’ll have to wait for what they come up with.”
They all fell silent and it was Ryo who got up first, excusing himself, before he just walked out.
Tegoshi watched him leave, wanted to hold him back, make him stay, because right now it felt like they should stay together. Instead, Ryo left and after him, Yamashita just silently disappeared from the room, as well.
Nothing was scheduled, Tegoshi thought and he bit his lip, clenched his hands into the fabric of his light blue jeans. He didn’t know when he would see those two next time.
Masuda got up next, took his bag and Tegoshi looked up at him with teary eyes, big and pleading and Masuda managed a smile for him, as he reached out his hand and pulled Tegoshi up.
“It’s time to go.”
Where to, Tegoshi wanted to ask and looked back at Koyama and Kato, both staring at the ground, Koyama with his head resting at Kato’s shoulder.
He let Masuda drag him out of the room, followed him down the corridor.
Was this it? Was everything over with this?
Hadn’t he been lucky to debut after such a short time? Making it so close to the spot he had wanted to be? Tegoshi wanted to cry, wanted to tell Masuda that he didn’t want to leave just yet.
That if he left now, he probably wouldn’t be allowed to ever come back.
“Tegoshi”, Masuda said calmly, as they reached the end of the empty corridor. “Calm down.”
Tegoshi looked up at him, shook his head. “How could I?”
“You won’t lose this job. You didn’t do anything wrong. They won’t make you leave.”
A sob escaped Tegoshi’s throat now and he wanted to hide, wanted to turn and run, because he didn’t like to be seen that weak.
But this was Massu - Massu wouldn’t mind his weakness.
“Look at it like a game. You worked hard, you gave it your best and now… Well, game over, you lost. But it wasn’t your fault, so you’ll get to start all over again from where you saved last.”
Tegoshi could only stare at Masuda, a tear rolling down his cheek, his eyes huge, his lips slightly parted. “Are you serious?”
Masuda smiled gently, lifted his hand to brush the tear from Tegoshi’s skin with his thumb. “That makes it easier to endure, doesn’t it?”
“What kind of theory is that?” Tegoshi’s voice was shaking; he wasn’t sure himself if it was sadness or anger. “This was everything and now it’s gone and you say we should look at it like it’s a damn video game?”
Masuda bit his lip; he had not expected Tegoshi to react like that. “I’m just trying to make you feel better.”
Tegoshi laughed bitterly and pushed Masuda’s hand away, drying off his face himself; harshly running a hand over his cheek. “You don’t actually get it, do you?”
Masuda just blinked.
“They’ll probably never let us go on as the band we used to be. We’re probably going to be split apart and you and me, and the others, we’ll never be like we used to be.”
“Tegoshi…”
“No, Massu”, Tegoshi cut him off and took a deep breath. “This is everything but a stupid game. This is reality and we just lost. There’s nothing like returning to where you saved last. Nothing’s saved in the first place. We’re all fucked up.”
With that, Tegoshi turned on his heels and ran down the corridor again.
Masuda sighed, covered his face with his hands and leaned against the wall behind him.
He knew Tegoshi was right, but just thinking of never getting as close to him again, just thinking of the possibility not to see Tegoshi as often as he used to, made him weak and scared.
Sadly, all this, even the fact that Tegoshi had turned away from him, really wasn’t a game, but cruel reality.
---------------------------------------------------
Some angst here, huh? Sorry~ Fluffiness will be abck for sure, there are about 95 more to go XD