[Fanfic] It's for the best
Title: It's for the best
Author: hikarinoniji
Genre: Angst, romance
Pairing: Yabu x Unnamed OC
Characters: Yabu Kouta, OC and a dash of Hikaru.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional.
Summary: Sometimes break up's are for the best. But what if the both of them treasure very deep feelings for the other that are unable to to be expressed. Is a break up really the best option then? Or should one of the two step up their game and go for it?
“You're such a child,” she says, annoyed with his antics.
Another meaningless fight. It’s the fourth time this week already and it’s only Tuesday,
He puffs his cheeks and looks at her. He’s so sick of arguing with her over the most insignificant things. He feels like he can’t do anything right with her and in return he finds himself being irked with her sooner than before.
“If you want a more mature boyfriend, why don't you just break up with me and find one?”
She just looks at him and he knows that he said the wrong thing. She turns around and walks away.
He's too tired to go after her, to grab her hand and ask her to stay. He does call out to her one last time but they both know he doesn't really mean it.
When she returns her arms are loaded with stuff he recognizes as hers. There is a faint feeling of panic as he realizes this really is the end.
Just to be sure he asks her if this really is what she wants.
She shakes her head with tears in her eyes.
“No, but it's for the best.”
He wants to hold her but he doesn't, he knows it'll just make things worse.
She leaves and he watches her go, asking himself if it really is for the best.
The next time they meet is almost two months after the break up.
He roams through the city on a warm afternoon. Almost did he end up at her house asking her to take him back, but he didn't. He still wants to believe it was for the best, like she told him it was. He has his doubts though.
In the end he just decides to get some coffee.
When arrives at their-- no, his favorite coffee shop, she is the first thing that catches his attention. The second thing is the hand that is holding hers.
As if the past months never happened he walks up to her and drags her away from where she was sitting.
She screams, wants to struggle but then sees who’s holding her hand, “wha- Kouta!?”
The male with her just looks dumbfounded, even more when Kouta warps his arms around her and pulls her close.
She doesn’t move in his arms and for a second he wonders if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“So this is what you call 'for the best'?” He whispers next to her ear and he can feel her body stiffen in his iron hold.
She leans her head against his shoulder and he's almost relieved to find out she hasn't changed her favorite shampoo. Some things are still the same.
“That's not my boyfriend,” she says, obviously aiming at the guy she’s with. When his arms around her loosen up she breaks free, “but neither are you.”
She doesn't look at him before she turns around and walks over the male that looks at her with questioning eyes.
“Come on, Hika-nii, lets go somewhere else.”
She grabs his hand and drags him along, leaving Kouta alone once again.
That night she cries. She bawls her eyes out like a little child and wonders why afterwards.
Everything went fine for the past two months. She didn’t miss him, or at least she told herself she didn’t miss him, just his presence and having a boyfriend.
She was doing perfectly well without him. Without all the fights, the arguing about less than nothing and the constant feeling of losing him a little more.
But seeing him today, his breathe ghosting on her skin as he whispered in her ear, the feeling of his body so close to hers, proving they were still a perfect puzzle made her realize differently. It was too much, you can only lie to yourself for so long.
Being honest to herself, she actually wants to get up and run over to him. She knows where he lives, knows that he will open his door for her, but yet she remains in her room, hidden between a stash of stuffed animals and pillows she really doesn’t need. She sniffles and turns around burying her head in a pillow, telling herself it really is for the best.
She knows better than that.
They don’t meet anymore after that and it drives him insane. He finds himself strolling through her street, turning around before he gets to her house, only to walk back again to where he came from.
He thinks the owner of the coffee shop must think he’s slightly insane, because he walks in the story every day, orders a latté and sits there in front of the window for almost 2 hours, the coffee untouched. He throws away the full cup when he realizes she’s not coming but still comes back the next day to repeat the process.
It’s a waste of his time and money, but if he gets to see her again it’s worth it.
She avoids all the places they used to go together and spends the majority of her time at home, in front of her computer. She figures it’s for the best if they don’t meet anymore. She’s too weak for him and a little voice in the back of her head says that there’s a reason for this weakness.
She still loves him.
She knows it and yet she refuses to give in. She’s simply afraid, afraid the fights will return and she will have to lose him again.
He’s done with it. He doesn’t want to wait for her anymore. Instead, he’s going to get her.
It’s raining and the wind howls, high shrill cries that tell him he has to stay inside. He refuses. He’s done and over with waiting for a response he’s not getting simply because he never asked.
His body craves for hers and he’s almost sure that she feels the same. He just knows it.
And if he’s wrong, he needs to hear it from her.
He doesn’t want to wait for the sun to shine, he will concur the rain and the clouds if that’s what it takes to get what he wants.
It’s almost symbolic and for a moment he feels like a movie star, like he’s doing something really romantic.
That is until a car passes by and he nearly drowns in de wave that it brings along. He’s wet till the bone but that doesn’t stop him.
He arrives at her house, looking like a drowned cat and when he rings the bell he half expects no one will open the door.
He waits, counts till ten and then when he wants to ring the bell for the second time, the door opens and reveals her.
She’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and looks extremely flustered when she sees who rang the door bell.
“I-“
She wants to say something but once again his arms warp themselves around her body, pulling her into a hug.
He’s slippery because of the rain, his clothes wet hers and when his lips hit hers it takes her a few seconds to realize that he’s actually kissing her.
Her fingers curl on his back, grasping for his shirt and she kisses back. He still tastes the same, smells the same and it’s almost like they never broke up to begin with.
When he breaks away to gasp for air she doesn’t release him. Her arms are still around his body. She’s scared that if she lets go he’ll leave again. She whispers that if he ever dares to leave her again, she will find him and make sure he’s never able to walk again.
He wants to retreat she was the one that left to begin with but when he sees her crying he refrains from doing so. Instead he lifts her up so her face is on the same height as his. She squeaks and holds onto his body even more. He loves it. No, he loves her.
Neither of them cares about the rain at this moment.
“I love you,” he grins.
She kisses him again.
He knows enough.
“I love you too.”
In the end. She was right. Breaking up was indeed for the best. Because you only know what you have when you lost it and you only realize how much you love it, when you finally have it back.
Author: hikarinoniji
Genre: Angst, romance
Pairing: Yabu x Unnamed OC
Characters: Yabu Kouta, OC and a dash of Hikaru.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional.
Summary: Sometimes break up's are for the best. But what if the both of them treasure very deep feelings for the other that are unable to to be expressed. Is a break up really the best option then? Or should one of the two step up their game and go for it?
“You're such a child,” she says, annoyed with his antics.
Another meaningless fight. It’s the fourth time this week already and it’s only Tuesday,
He puffs his cheeks and looks at her. He’s so sick of arguing with her over the most insignificant things. He feels like he can’t do anything right with her and in return he finds himself being irked with her sooner than before.
“If you want a more mature boyfriend, why don't you just break up with me and find one?”
She just looks at him and he knows that he said the wrong thing. She turns around and walks away.
He's too tired to go after her, to grab her hand and ask her to stay. He does call out to her one last time but they both know he doesn't really mean it.
When she returns her arms are loaded with stuff he recognizes as hers. There is a faint feeling of panic as he realizes this really is the end.
Just to be sure he asks her if this really is what she wants.
She shakes her head with tears in her eyes.
“No, but it's for the best.”
He wants to hold her but he doesn't, he knows it'll just make things worse.
She leaves and he watches her go, asking himself if it really is for the best.
The next time they meet is almost two months after the break up.
He roams through the city on a warm afternoon. Almost did he end up at her house asking her to take him back, but he didn't. He still wants to believe it was for the best, like she told him it was. He has his doubts though.
In the end he just decides to get some coffee.
When arrives at their-- no, his favorite coffee shop, she is the first thing that catches his attention. The second thing is the hand that is holding hers.
As if the past months never happened he walks up to her and drags her away from where she was sitting.
She screams, wants to struggle but then sees who’s holding her hand, “wha- Kouta!?”
The male with her just looks dumbfounded, even more when Kouta warps his arms around her and pulls her close.
She doesn’t move in his arms and for a second he wonders if that’s a good or a bad thing.
“So this is what you call 'for the best'?” He whispers next to her ear and he can feel her body stiffen in his iron hold.
She leans her head against his shoulder and he's almost relieved to find out she hasn't changed her favorite shampoo. Some things are still the same.
“That's not my boyfriend,” she says, obviously aiming at the guy she’s with. When his arms around her loosen up she breaks free, “but neither are you.”
She doesn't look at him before she turns around and walks over the male that looks at her with questioning eyes.
“Come on, Hika-nii, lets go somewhere else.”
She grabs his hand and drags him along, leaving Kouta alone once again.
That night she cries. She bawls her eyes out like a little child and wonders why afterwards.
Everything went fine for the past two months. She didn’t miss him, or at least she told herself she didn’t miss him, just his presence and having a boyfriend.
She was doing perfectly well without him. Without all the fights, the arguing about less than nothing and the constant feeling of losing him a little more.
But seeing him today, his breathe ghosting on her skin as he whispered in her ear, the feeling of his body so close to hers, proving they were still a perfect puzzle made her realize differently. It was too much, you can only lie to yourself for so long.
Being honest to herself, she actually wants to get up and run over to him. She knows where he lives, knows that he will open his door for her, but yet she remains in her room, hidden between a stash of stuffed animals and pillows she really doesn’t need. She sniffles and turns around burying her head in a pillow, telling herself it really is for the best.
She knows better than that.
They don’t meet anymore after that and it drives him insane. He finds himself strolling through her street, turning around before he gets to her house, only to walk back again to where he came from.
He thinks the owner of the coffee shop must think he’s slightly insane, because he walks in the story every day, orders a latté and sits there in front of the window for almost 2 hours, the coffee untouched. He throws away the full cup when he realizes she’s not coming but still comes back the next day to repeat the process.
It’s a waste of his time and money, but if he gets to see her again it’s worth it.
She avoids all the places they used to go together and spends the majority of her time at home, in front of her computer. She figures it’s for the best if they don’t meet anymore. She’s too weak for him and a little voice in the back of her head says that there’s a reason for this weakness.
She still loves him.
She knows it and yet she refuses to give in. She’s simply afraid, afraid the fights will return and she will have to lose him again.
He’s done with it. He doesn’t want to wait for her anymore. Instead, he’s going to get her.
It’s raining and the wind howls, high shrill cries that tell him he has to stay inside. He refuses. He’s done and over with waiting for a response he’s not getting simply because he never asked.
His body craves for hers and he’s almost sure that she feels the same. He just knows it.
And if he’s wrong, he needs to hear it from her.
He doesn’t want to wait for the sun to shine, he will concur the rain and the clouds if that’s what it takes to get what he wants.
It’s almost symbolic and for a moment he feels like a movie star, like he’s doing something really romantic.
That is until a car passes by and he nearly drowns in de wave that it brings along. He’s wet till the bone but that doesn’t stop him.
He arrives at her house, looking like a drowned cat and when he rings the bell he half expects no one will open the door.
He waits, counts till ten and then when he wants to ring the bell for the second time, the door opens and reveals her.
She’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and looks extremely flustered when she sees who rang the door bell.
“I-“
She wants to say something but once again his arms warp themselves around her body, pulling her into a hug.
He’s slippery because of the rain, his clothes wet hers and when his lips hit hers it takes her a few seconds to realize that he’s actually kissing her.
Her fingers curl on his back, grasping for his shirt and she kisses back. He still tastes the same, smells the same and it’s almost like they never broke up to begin with.
When he breaks away to gasp for air she doesn’t release him. Her arms are still around his body. She’s scared that if she lets go he’ll leave again. She whispers that if he ever dares to leave her again, she will find him and make sure he’s never able to walk again.
He wants to retreat she was the one that left to begin with but when he sees her crying he refrains from doing so. Instead he lifts her up so her face is on the same height as his. She squeaks and holds onto his body even more. He loves it. No, he loves her.
Neither of them cares about the rain at this moment.
“I love you,” he grins.
She kisses him again.
He knows enough.
“I love you too.”
In the end. She was right. Breaking up was indeed for the best. Because you only know what you have when you lost it and you only realize how much you love it, when you finally have it back.