[FICLET] Follower
Title: Follower
Pairing: Sakuraiba, One-sided Sakumiya
Ratings: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only own the storyyyy
Summary: Following just seems like the right thing to do.
Word Count: 757
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, Angsty angsty moments, Character Death
A/N: This is a sequel to Jealousy. Because I'm easily influenced and convinced xD
Prequel | Sequel
Jealousy | Regrets
Sho stared at the coffin which held his fiancé’s body. He's eyes were dry from crying continuously for the past few days and he felt as though he had no more tears left in him.
It was as though someone took his heart out of his body and stomped onto until it was nothing but a bloody mess. It was like the bullet that took away Masaki had reached him too, leaving a big hole in his heart.
The bullet...
The doctor had said that Masaki was killed by a bullet shot in the head. Sho had known even before he had been told though. He had seen the gaping hole between his fiancé’s eyes and any idiot could tell what had happened.
When he heard the gunshot, he was shocked and had jumped in his seat. He hadn't thought much about it, assuming for it to be from the construction site nearby. Then he heard screams and Masaki still wasn't back. Was the queue for ice cream very long? He had thought to himself. Deciding to risk having the park bench being occupied by someone else, Sho had made his way towards the little truck that sold ice cream. Then he saw a little crowd forming over what looks like a body.
Had someone fainted? Was it the reason for the scream? Where is Masaki? Questions ran through his head and he started pushing through the crowd, his curiosity getting the better of him.
And he froze as he saw the man on the ground, a hole between his blank eyes.
Masaki!!
---
The days following Aiba's death passed by in a blur. He vaguely remembered Jun walking into the room, holding his hand and talking to him. Or at least Sho thought he was talking to him. It was either that or Jun decided that it was fun opening and closing his mouth like a fish was entertaining.
His parents had tried reaching to him, his family standing off the side of the bed, showering him with pitiful glances as he stayed curled up in the far left corner of the bed. They were talking too but Sho wasn't listening. He couldn't hear. All that he could hear was that fateful gunshot that took Aiba away from him.
The door opened and light streamed into the dark and stuffy room. Sho curled up further in his bed, pulling the blanket closer to his body, trying to hide from the too-bright lights. He pressed his face further into Aiba's shirt, ignoring the slight dip of the bed. He didn't respond when a hand gently pulled off his blanket.
"Sho..." The voice sounded so distant and far.
"Sho, I know you can hear me..."
Sho cracked open his eyes, slowly removing the piece of cloth from his face.
"Sho...?"
There was a moment of silence. Then a soft voice spoke.
"Nino?"
Sho's voice was low and rough from not having been used for quite some time.
"Sho..."
There was a minute of silence where Nino didn't know what to say and Sho simply didn't speak.
"I'm going to see Aiba tomorrow..."
Nino eyes widened.
"What?"
"I'm going to see him tomorrow..."
"You mean see his headstone?"
Sho moved to push himself and Nino immediately reached out to help, placing pillows against the headboard for Sho to lean on. He noticed how Sho was dressed in Aiba's clothing but did not comment on it despite feeling a wave of jealousy hitting him.
Aiba wasn't here anymore. He told himself. He was the one to end his life and there wasn't going to be anyone in his way anymore.
He gently pulled the blanket over Sho's lap.
"I'm going to see him tomorrow" Sho repeated and looked up at the other man.
Nino's heart clenched painfully being his ribcage. Sho's eyes were as blank as how Aiba's was after he had shot him.
"Okay..."
The room was silent after that.
---
Sho gently touched the smooth surface of the headstone before moving down and lightly fingering the words carved on it.
Aiba Masaki
"Masaki..."
He reached into his pocket and took a penknife out.
"Masaki's so cruel to leave me here alone... I miss you so much. Your voice, your laughter, you touch... Everything" he said softly, pushing the blade out.
"I can't live without you... Masaki, wait for me. I'm going to meet you... Soon..."
He placed the over the artery (in line with the thumb, someone had told him that once) and pressed down.
"See you soon..."
---
Anddddddddddd, i swear I'm obsessed with character death xD *dodges bricks* xD
And i don't know if can be considered as a 'drabble' Hnnn, help? xD
Prequel | Sequel
Jealousy | Regrets
Comments and critiques are greatly welcomed :D
Pairing: Sakuraiba, One-sided Sakumiya
Ratings: PG-13
Disclaimer: I only own the storyyyy
Summary: Following just seems like the right thing to do.
Word Count: 757
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, Angsty angsty moments, Character Death
A/N: This is a sequel to Jealousy. Because I'm easily influenced and convinced xD
Prequel | Sequel
Jealousy | Regrets
Sho stared at the coffin which held his fiancé’s body. He's eyes were dry from crying continuously for the past few days and he felt as though he had no more tears left in him.
It was as though someone took his heart out of his body and stomped onto until it was nothing but a bloody mess. It was like the bullet that took away Masaki had reached him too, leaving a big hole in his heart.
The bullet...
The doctor had said that Masaki was killed by a bullet shot in the head. Sho had known even before he had been told though. He had seen the gaping hole between his fiancé’s eyes and any idiot could tell what had happened.
When he heard the gunshot, he was shocked and had jumped in his seat. He hadn't thought much about it, assuming for it to be from the construction site nearby. Then he heard screams and Masaki still wasn't back. Was the queue for ice cream very long? He had thought to himself. Deciding to risk having the park bench being occupied by someone else, Sho had made his way towards the little truck that sold ice cream. Then he saw a little crowd forming over what looks like a body.
Had someone fainted? Was it the reason for the scream? Where is Masaki? Questions ran through his head and he started pushing through the crowd, his curiosity getting the better of him.
And he froze as he saw the man on the ground, a hole between his blank eyes.
Masaki!!
---
The days following Aiba's death passed by in a blur. He vaguely remembered Jun walking into the room, holding his hand and talking to him. Or at least Sho thought he was talking to him. It was either that or Jun decided that it was fun opening and closing his mouth like a fish was entertaining.
His parents had tried reaching to him, his family standing off the side of the bed, showering him with pitiful glances as he stayed curled up in the far left corner of the bed. They were talking too but Sho wasn't listening. He couldn't hear. All that he could hear was that fateful gunshot that took Aiba away from him.
The door opened and light streamed into the dark and stuffy room. Sho curled up further in his bed, pulling the blanket closer to his body, trying to hide from the too-bright lights. He pressed his face further into Aiba's shirt, ignoring the slight dip of the bed. He didn't respond when a hand gently pulled off his blanket.
"Sho..." The voice sounded so distant and far.
"Sho, I know you can hear me..."
Sho cracked open his eyes, slowly removing the piece of cloth from his face.
"Sho...?"
There was a moment of silence. Then a soft voice spoke.
"Nino?"
Sho's voice was low and rough from not having been used for quite some time.
"Sho..."
There was a minute of silence where Nino didn't know what to say and Sho simply didn't speak.
"I'm going to see Aiba tomorrow..."
Nino eyes widened.
"What?"
"I'm going to see him tomorrow..."
"You mean see his headstone?"
Sho moved to push himself and Nino immediately reached out to help, placing pillows against the headboard for Sho to lean on. He noticed how Sho was dressed in Aiba's clothing but did not comment on it despite feeling a wave of jealousy hitting him.
Aiba wasn't here anymore. He told himself. He was the one to end his life and there wasn't going to be anyone in his way anymore.
He gently pulled the blanket over Sho's lap.
"I'm going to see him tomorrow" Sho repeated and looked up at the other man.
Nino's heart clenched painfully being his ribcage. Sho's eyes were as blank as how Aiba's was after he had shot him.
"Okay..."
The room was silent after that.
---
Sho gently touched the smooth surface of the headstone before moving down and lightly fingering the words carved on it.
Aiba Masaki
"Masaki..."
He reached into his pocket and took a penknife out.
"Masaki's so cruel to leave me here alone... I miss you so much. Your voice, your laughter, you touch... Everything" he said softly, pushing the blade out.
"I can't live without you... Masaki, wait for me. I'm going to meet you... Soon..."
He placed the over the artery (in line with the thumb, someone had told him that once) and pressed down.
"See you soon..."
---
Anddddddddddd, i swear I'm obsessed with character death xD *dodges bricks* xD
And i don't know if can be considered as a 'drabble' Hnnn, help? xD
Prequel | Sequel
Jealousy | Regrets
Comments and critiques are greatly welcomed :D