Fanfiction - 'Maybe' is an indifferent word
Title: 'Maybe' is an indifferent word.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Yabu Kouta X Takaki Yuya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Maybe it wasn't a bad idea. It didn't seem like it was, leaning over the railing of the bridge.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Contemplation of suicide
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
For littlemelonblue~ I tried my best with your prompt! I hope you like it!
Can be read as either Yabu or Takaki~.
He stared over the bridge's railing, leaning on his elbows as he watched the inky darkness below. The sounds of the night blended into a restless soundtrack, an autoplay that merely fueled the thoughts that swirled around in his mind.
Maybe it's not a bad idea...
He wondered what it would be like, the icy waters below. There were days in winter where he'd walk outside and his first breath felt like it had frozen his chest, painful, raking, and it took a few more painful breaths to shake it off, the air wisping around him.
Maybe it's like that...
He wondered if he'd start fighting when it became too late, too late to fight, to late to turn back. Too late to breathe.
Maybe it's something I'd regret.
Or maybe it isn't. He felt exhausted, heavy, shredded like a toy that had been exposed to too much sun, wind, and rain. Battered. The idea of being able to just sink away into oblivion. To escape the hopeless tears, the frustrations, the pains.
Maybe....
He braced himself, fingers tight against the cold concrete, wavering. Even the city and the people living in it seemed to fade away, taking all of the music of being alive with them. It was just him, just the water. Just his choice.
Maybe...
In his pocket, his phone vibrated, distracting him from his own thoughts. Pulling it out, he answered without checking. “Yeah?”
“We're all going out for yakiniku~ Why are you not here?” The voice over the phone playfully scolded him.
“I was busy...” he murmured, finding it mostly truthful.
“Well, hurry your ass up!” the other sounded so bright and cheerful.
“Mmmm...where?” he asked quietly, losing interest.
He was given the address and was about to hang up when the other's words brought him back. “Ne...Love you~ See you soon, okay?”
“...Yeah,” was all he said before hanging up, eyes returning to the water as he slowly shut his phone. He leaned over the edge, holding his breath--
Maybe...
--and slowly stepped away, rejoining the flow of people, a new destination in mind.
Maybe not.
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A/N: Was not at all what was intended, tbh. Koukou suggested a fic about Yabu or Takaki worrying about the burdens of adulthood....and instead this came out? I don't even know.
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Yabu Kouta X Takaki Yuya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Maybe it wasn't a bad idea. It didn't seem like it was, leaning over the railing of the bridge.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Contemplation of suicide
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki ♥
For littlemelonblue~ I tried my best with your prompt! I hope you like it!
Can be read as either Yabu or Takaki~.
He stared over the bridge's railing, leaning on his elbows as he watched the inky darkness below. The sounds of the night blended into a restless soundtrack, an autoplay that merely fueled the thoughts that swirled around in his mind.
Maybe it's not a bad idea...
He wondered what it would be like, the icy waters below. There were days in winter where he'd walk outside and his first breath felt like it had frozen his chest, painful, raking, and it took a few more painful breaths to shake it off, the air wisping around him.
Maybe it's like that...
He wondered if he'd start fighting when it became too late, too late to fight, to late to turn back. Too late to breathe.
Maybe it's something I'd regret.
Or maybe it isn't. He felt exhausted, heavy, shredded like a toy that had been exposed to too much sun, wind, and rain. Battered. The idea of being able to just sink away into oblivion. To escape the hopeless tears, the frustrations, the pains.
Maybe....
He braced himself, fingers tight against the cold concrete, wavering. Even the city and the people living in it seemed to fade away, taking all of the music of being alive with them. It was just him, just the water. Just his choice.
Maybe...
In his pocket, his phone vibrated, distracting him from his own thoughts. Pulling it out, he answered without checking. “Yeah?”
“We're all going out for yakiniku~ Why are you not here?” The voice over the phone playfully scolded him.
“I was busy...” he murmured, finding it mostly truthful.
“Well, hurry your ass up!” the other sounded so bright and cheerful.
“Mmmm...where?” he asked quietly, losing interest.
He was given the address and was about to hang up when the other's words brought him back. “Ne...Love you~ See you soon, okay?”
“...Yeah,” was all he said before hanging up, eyes returning to the water as he slowly shut his phone. He leaned over the edge, holding his breath--
Maybe...
--and slowly stepped away, rejoining the flow of people, a new destination in mind.
Maybe not.
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A/N: Was not at all what was intended, tbh. Koukou suggested a fic about Yabu or Takaki worrying about the burdens of adulthood....and instead this came out? I don't even know.