[drabble] Fairytale
Title: Fairytale
Author: Luna (dreamweavernyx )
Pairing: anti-Yamachii, Ariyama (friendship) [Yamada-centric]
Genre: Angst
Notes: Inspired by Tong Hua (translated as 'Fairytale').
Companion to White Horse.
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…I’ve forgotten how long it’s been…
It’s a gradual thing, he decides.
He’s never really noticed when he’d started feeling strange around Chinen. Come to think of it, he realizes, I can’t even remember the first time I met him…it feels like we’ve known each other since forever.
But slowly, surely, he’s aware of a change in the way he feels around Chinen. Awkward, nervous, suddenly conscious of his words, as though one wrong move will completely destroy the bond between them.
It’s an agonizing silence, with tension stretched as tight as a wire, and Yamada doesn’t want to endure it for any longer than he has to on their daily walks to the jimusho.
…I start to panic, have I done something wrong?...
The moment they reach the doorway of the jimusho, he slips off to get away from the awkward atmosphere, and goes to find Daiki. At least around Daiki he doesn’t feel that uncomfortable.
He ends up pouring out this problem to Daiki after losing to the older boy in an epic tickle-match.
“I don’t know,” he groans, mood taking a sharp 180-degree turn from the high of the tickling just minutes ago. “I just feel so weird around him now, like anything wrong I do is going to destroy our friendship.”
Daiki nibbles his Pocky and ruffles Yamada’s hair, but keeps silent.
The next time, Yamada, in an attempt to get an answer out of Daiki, initiates a fight. Unfortunately, they end up laughing so hard while trying to dodge each other’s Pocky swords that he forgets the question.
Somehow though, he feels a strange aura coming from the corner. When he turns, he sees Chinen giving him a death-glare from his place in Takaki’s lap.
Yamada shivers at the intensity of it and whirls back around, wondering again what exactly he’s done so wrong.
…you say to me, crying…
Today began just like any other day. The thick, heavy atmosphere, threatening to bear down on him. Yamada feels more miserable than usual on the walk, more desperate to know what’s gone so horribly wrong, than on any other day.
The moment they reach the jimusho, he runs off, unable to stand it anymore.
“Why?” he whines to Daiki for the millionth time. Daiki sighs.
“Maybe,” he says mildly, reaching into his box of Pocky for another banana-flavoured stick, “it’s like the kind of feelings they mention so often in those shoujo manga.”
Yamada stares at him like he’s gone out of his mind.
“Maybe,” continues Daiki, inhaling the Pocky stick, “it’s love.” Daki wiggles his eyebrows, and Yamada whacks his head in annoyance.
“Dai-chan, be serious!” he giggles.
They collapse in fits of laughter as Yamada tries his best to tickle the older boy.
Neither notices the murderous aura flaring up from the corner Chinen’s in.
…“The fairy tales are full of lies,”…
Yamada confronts Chinen that afternoon after the boy swipes Daiki’s entire stock of Pocky and inhales it all.
“Chii,” he says quietly, grabbing the boy’s arm as he heads out of the dressing room. “What’s up with you and Dai-chan?”
Chinen turns to face him, and the moment the last words leave his mouth Yamada can see something snap inside the shorter boy’s black eyes.
“What’s up with me and Dai-chan?” screams Chinen, eyes now black jewels of glittering rage, hands balled into tight fists. “That’s the wrong question to be asking. What’s with you and Dai-chan? Clinging to him like a barnacle all the time, it’s so annoying!”
…Maybe you don’t know, but ever since you said ‘I love you’, the stars in my sky have come out…
Time stops for Yamada, and Chinen’s words hang in the air.
Has he really been clinging to Daiki all that much?
Or does Chinen just not know how torn I feel when we walk to the jimusho together? wonders Yamada.
It’s a twist in the story, a completely different side of the coin, and Yamada just wants to let Chinen see it.
He doesn’t get the chance to.
…I’m willing to become that angel you love in the fairy tale…
“Friends don’t hurt each other like this,” snarls Chinen, before Yamada can say anything. “So what am I to you then?”
More than a friend, Yamada wants to say, but his mouth doesn’t open.
All he can do is watch mutely as Chinen pivots sharply on his heel and stalk away.
…spread out my hands, become wings than can protect you…
He stretches out a hand as though to catch Chinen’s shoulder, but it’s too late. He stands forlornly in the deserted corridor, watching the last of Chinen’s shadow disappear behind the corner.
…you must believe, believe that we can be just like in that fairy tale…
Daiki’s words suddenly come back to him.
“Maybe it’s love.”
Yamada’s knees give out, and he collapses on the floor, staring into thin air. If this is love, he thinks blankly, I don’t ever want to love again.
…having fortune…
Tiny crystal tears leak out from under his eyelids, and Yamada finds himself crying, not for lost love, not for a broken heart…
…but for the depressing truth that is love.
…and a happy ending…