Drabble: Reject me
Title: Reject me
Pairing: Fujikita
Rating: PG
Genre: Not sure...
Warnings: Unbetaed. Fujigaya's hard life.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own them. I'm saving up, though.
Summary: All Fujigaya needs is a rejection.
Kitayama looks up mildly confused, when Fujigaya stomps into the dressing room, throwing the door shut behind him.
“I can’t cope with it anymore,“ he blurts out. “I like you.”
Kitayama stares at him, too shocked to answer. He doesn’t need to anyway, since Fujigaya continues without so much as taking a breath, starting to pace back and force in the room.
“I tried and tried to ignore these stupid feelings, to get over it, over you. But it didn’t work. No matter how much distance I kept, how much I pretended to hate you hoping it’d become true, how hard I tried… I just couldn’t forget about you. You are pretty annoying, you know? I see you everywhere! Whenever I close my eyes, you are there. Whenever I sleep, I dream about you. It sucks. I want my life back! My life without you! I want to be able to enjoy sleeping again! And I figured”
He pauses and glances at Kitayama.
“I figured since I can’t get over you alone… I need your rejection so I can finally move on!”
He looks at the other expectantly, but Kitayama only blinks confused, trying to comprehend what he just heard.
“So, you like me?” he finally manages to say.
Fujigaya makes a face. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hell, I don’t want to like you!” Fujigaya exclaims. “I didn’t choose this, and I want it to be over! So tell me I’m gross already, because I fucking want to stop thinking about you all the time!”
Now the look in Kitayama’s eyes is different, almost close to hurt. “What… if that’s not what I want to say?” he asks.
Fujigaya rolls his eyes. “Then call me stupid, gay, whore, gay whore, laugh at me, whatever you want. Just let’s get it over with!”
Kitayama attempts to say something, then shuts his mouth only to open it again. He clears his throat and says in an almost-whisper: “What if I like you, too?”
Fujigaya stares at him. “WHAT?!?”
Kitayama blushes and looks down. “I… like you, too” he mumbles.
“NO!” Fujigaya shouts. “You’re not supposed to say something like that!” he says frantically. “You are not supposed to reciprocate my feelings! You are supposed to reject me, to push me away from you!” His voice breaks at the last words.
“I’m sorry” is all Kitayama manages to say in return.
Fujigaya looks him in the eyes, desperation showing in his own. “How am I supposed to get over you now?”
“Do you have to?” Kitayama whispers. He dares to take a step closer, but stops when he realizes the angry glint in the younger one’s eyes.
“Why?” Fujigaya wants to know. “Why couldn’t you just reject me like I was asking you to? Why didn’t you end my misery?”
“Isn’t this ending your misery?” Kitayama points out. “True, I could’ve told you that you’re crazy and that I never want to be near you again.” He takes another step towards Fujigaya, now standing only inches apart. “But that wouldn’t have ended my misery. Quite the contrary. Because I would always wonder what if.” He takes a deep breath. “I like you. You like me. Let’s try it!”
And before Fujigaya has a chance to response, in whatever way, Kitayama leans up and presses their lips together.
Pairing: Fujikita
Rating: PG
Genre: Not sure...
Warnings: Unbetaed. Fujigaya's hard life.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own them. I'm saving up, though.
Summary: All Fujigaya needs is a rejection.
Kitayama looks up mildly confused, when Fujigaya stomps into the dressing room, throwing the door shut behind him.
“I can’t cope with it anymore,“ he blurts out. “I like you.”
Kitayama stares at him, too shocked to answer. He doesn’t need to anyway, since Fujigaya continues without so much as taking a breath, starting to pace back and force in the room.
“I tried and tried to ignore these stupid feelings, to get over it, over you. But it didn’t work. No matter how much distance I kept, how much I pretended to hate you hoping it’d become true, how hard I tried… I just couldn’t forget about you. You are pretty annoying, you know? I see you everywhere! Whenever I close my eyes, you are there. Whenever I sleep, I dream about you. It sucks. I want my life back! My life without you! I want to be able to enjoy sleeping again! And I figured”
He pauses and glances at Kitayama.
“I figured since I can’t get over you alone… I need your rejection so I can finally move on!”
He looks at the other expectantly, but Kitayama only blinks confused, trying to comprehend what he just heard.
“So, you like me?” he finally manages to say.
Fujigaya makes a face. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hell, I don’t want to like you!” Fujigaya exclaims. “I didn’t choose this, and I want it to be over! So tell me I’m gross already, because I fucking want to stop thinking about you all the time!”
Now the look in Kitayama’s eyes is different, almost close to hurt. “What… if that’s not what I want to say?” he asks.
Fujigaya rolls his eyes. “Then call me stupid, gay, whore, gay whore, laugh at me, whatever you want. Just let’s get it over with!”
Kitayama attempts to say something, then shuts his mouth only to open it again. He clears his throat and says in an almost-whisper: “What if I like you, too?”
Fujigaya stares at him. “WHAT?!?”
Kitayama blushes and looks down. “I… like you, too” he mumbles.
“NO!” Fujigaya shouts. “You’re not supposed to say something like that!” he says frantically. “You are not supposed to reciprocate my feelings! You are supposed to reject me, to push me away from you!” His voice breaks at the last words.
“I’m sorry” is all Kitayama manages to say in return.
Fujigaya looks him in the eyes, desperation showing in his own. “How am I supposed to get over you now?”
“Do you have to?” Kitayama whispers. He dares to take a step closer, but stops when he realizes the angry glint in the younger one’s eyes.
“Why?” Fujigaya wants to know. “Why couldn’t you just reject me like I was asking you to? Why didn’t you end my misery?”
“Isn’t this ending your misery?” Kitayama points out. “True, I could’ve told you that you’re crazy and that I never want to be near you again.” He takes another step towards Fujigaya, now standing only inches apart. “But that wouldn’t have ended my misery. Quite the contrary. Because I would always wonder what if.” He takes a deep breath. “I like you. You like me. Let’s try it!”
And before Fujigaya has a chance to response, in whatever way, Kitayama leans up and presses their lips together.