[Gazette] Restitution (1/1)
Title: Restitution
Authoress: Mi.Sa. [insentient_doll]
Genres: General, Introspection & light dashes of Drama & Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: Uruha x Kai
Synopsis: An apology too late.
Comments: Written for un_love_you prompt # 12 [I'm drunk.]. I wrote this back in December at 8 in the morning, when I was at my friend's house and I was supposed to be sleeping. *laughs sheepishly* I didn't know how I was able to conjure up something like this with a half-awake mind, but I guess those are the times that I'm able to think of a half-decent idea. *grins ironically*
Disclaimer: They own themselves and I own myself. Fair enough.
Kai would scream bloody murder the minute he finds out the person responsible for waking him at three in the morning was a prank caller. But thank heavens he didn’t because he at least waited for whoever it was on the other end of the line to speak up so he could identify him or her.
“Kai!! Thank goodness you’re awake!” The disturbingly cheerful voice of Uruha pierced through his left ear, slightly making him wince.
“Uruha, it’s three in the morning.” Kai wasn’t anything near enthusiastic; he felt groggy and dazed with the sudden phone call and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.
“Oh. Is it?” His jovial mood seemed to have dipped, but not for long because he gained it back. “But Kai!! You’re the only one who hasn’t hung up on me so far! Aoi hollered at me, Ruki started muttering obscene things, and Reita told me to go back to sleep without even waiting for me to explain!”
“I can see why” was what Kai wanted to say, but decided otherwise.
“Is there something wrong? It’s not like you to be making calls at ungodly hours of the morning.”
Something clicked in Kai’s mind right after he said that, his thoughts drowning out Uruha’s answer as his brows furrowed in short contemplation.
“Uruha, are you drunk?” Kai asked, interrupting the other man abruptly.
“Wha-?” Uruha didn’t seem to understand Kai’s question, but when it did, he asked with a hint of astonishment, “How’d you know?”
“You’re asking me a rhetorical question.”
Uruha could only mutter an “Oh” after the more or less awkward silence. Both of them knew what that last statement meant. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you talked to your ex after breaking up a few weeks ago as if nothing happened.
“I’m sorry.” Uruha whispered; his voice barely audible.
“It’s okay.” Kai assured, rubbing his eyes as he willed them not to close. “Just make sure you don’t do this again.”
“No, I mean: I’m sorry.”
Kai didn’t understand why he was apologizing twice. But when he took the time to think it over and read the meaning in between the lines, he sighed softly (tiredly) and replied, “Uruha, you’re drunk. I suggest you get some sleep.”
“No, Kai. Really; I’m sorry.” He surprisingly sounded sober now, much to Kai’s amazement. “I know we could’ve worked things out but we chose to let it fall apart. I… I admit I was immature. I know that one shouldn’t regret anything in life but this is one thing that I really regret and-”
“Uruha.” Kai said in a firm tone. “You’re just drunk. Go to sleep. You’ll be able to think more clearly in the morning.”
Without waiting for a reply, Kai hung up and turned off his phone to reduce the chances of receiving another call.
What was it they said? People spilled their innermost sentiments when they were drunk. Uruha attested to that. As Kai stared blankly at the dim ceiling of his room, he thought about what Uruha said, about allowing their relationship to crumble to dust. Both were to blame for it, but Uruha had a bigger share of the fault (or so he claims). It was too late to patch things up, and it was also too early because it’s only been weeks. If he was truly sorry, then he should’ve said so and showed it before they had a falling out.
Too late, it was just too late.
Smiling bitterly while shunning away all unpleasant thoughts, Kai turned to his side and went back to sleep.
No use crying over spilled milk.
Fin
Authoress: Mi.Sa. [insentient_doll]
Genres: General, Introspection & light dashes of Drama & Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: Uruha x Kai
Synopsis: An apology too late.
Comments: Written for un_love_you prompt # 12 [I'm drunk.]. I wrote this back in December at 8 in the morning, when I was at my friend's house and I was supposed to be sleeping. *laughs sheepishly* I didn't know how I was able to conjure up something like this with a half-awake mind, but I guess those are the times that I'm able to think of a half-decent idea. *grins ironically*
Disclaimer: They own themselves and I own myself. Fair enough.
Kai would scream bloody murder the minute he finds out the person responsible for waking him at three in the morning was a prank caller. But thank heavens he didn’t because he at least waited for whoever it was on the other end of the line to speak up so he could identify him or her.
“Kai!! Thank goodness you’re awake!” The disturbingly cheerful voice of Uruha pierced through his left ear, slightly making him wince.
“Uruha, it’s three in the morning.” Kai wasn’t anything near enthusiastic; he felt groggy and dazed with the sudden phone call and wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.
“Oh. Is it?” His jovial mood seemed to have dipped, but not for long because he gained it back. “But Kai!! You’re the only one who hasn’t hung up on me so far! Aoi hollered at me, Ruki started muttering obscene things, and Reita told me to go back to sleep without even waiting for me to explain!”
“I can see why” was what Kai wanted to say, but decided otherwise.
“Is there something wrong? It’s not like you to be making calls at ungodly hours of the morning.”
Something clicked in Kai’s mind right after he said that, his thoughts drowning out Uruha’s answer as his brows furrowed in short contemplation.
“Uruha, are you drunk?” Kai asked, interrupting the other man abruptly.
“Wha-?” Uruha didn’t seem to understand Kai’s question, but when it did, he asked with a hint of astonishment, “How’d you know?”
“You’re asking me a rhetorical question.”
Uruha could only mutter an “Oh” after the more or less awkward silence. Both of them knew what that last statement meant. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you talked to your ex after breaking up a few weeks ago as if nothing happened.
“I’m sorry.” Uruha whispered; his voice barely audible.
“It’s okay.” Kai assured, rubbing his eyes as he willed them not to close. “Just make sure you don’t do this again.”
“No, I mean: I’m sorry.”
Kai didn’t understand why he was apologizing twice. But when he took the time to think it over and read the meaning in between the lines, he sighed softly (tiredly) and replied, “Uruha, you’re drunk. I suggest you get some sleep.”
“No, Kai. Really; I’m sorry.” He surprisingly sounded sober now, much to Kai’s amazement. “I know we could’ve worked things out but we chose to let it fall apart. I… I admit I was immature. I know that one shouldn’t regret anything in life but this is one thing that I really regret and-”
“Uruha.” Kai said in a firm tone. “You’re just drunk. Go to sleep. You’ll be able to think more clearly in the morning.”
Without waiting for a reply, Kai hung up and turned off his phone to reduce the chances of receiving another call.
What was it they said? People spilled their innermost sentiments when they were drunk. Uruha attested to that. As Kai stared blankly at the dim ceiling of his room, he thought about what Uruha said, about allowing their relationship to crumble to dust. Both were to blame for it, but Uruha had a bigger share of the fault (or so he claims). It was too late to patch things up, and it was also too early because it’s only been weeks. If he was truly sorry, then he should’ve said so and showed it before they had a falling out.
Too late, it was just too late.
Smiling bitterly while shunning away all unpleasant thoughts, Kai turned to his side and went back to sleep.
No use crying over spilled milk.
Fin