Part one
Rating: PG-13
Waring: Angst
Paring: Reiha
Summary: Sometimes? Even true love dies..
They say that the best of friends make the best of lovers. In Uruha’s case, that was oh so true.
There wasn’t a moment in his life where ever faithful Reita wasn’t at his side. From standing up for him in the sandbox where, their biggest worry was about monsters under the bed and curing the most awful of sickness: cooties, to taking him in off the streets when his father kicked him out; yes, Reita had been through everything with him.
It was no surprise either when their first kiss was shared over too salty noodles in a run down apartment in Tokyo. It was also no surprise when Reita pressed him down into a moth eaten mattress that was more spring than padding and took him. It was awkward - bony limbs smacking together and unsure hands fumbling - but, despite all that awkward? It was amazing and Uruha had never felt more loved than he did at that moment.
Ten years later? Uruha wished things were the same as back then.
What he had with Reita was supposed to be a forever thing; it wasn’t meant to end. Yet, he could feel it with each cold touch and forced kiss. Reita was pulling away from him and the harder Uruha clung onto the bassist? The farther and farther he got away from him.
Why though? Why was Reita doing this?
The only one who could answer that was Reita himself. Uruha deserved that answer too. He wasn’t the damsel in distress he was during highschool where Reita was his protector (and, wasn’t the bassist still that even today? Without Reita being his knight, Uruha had little doubt that the pressure to be perfect, to be something other than simple Kouyou would have broke him long ago), no Uruha was strong now and could - and did - stand on his own two feet.
With a cup of coffee - untouched and slowly cooling - between his hands, Uruha waited; tonight he was getting his answers. He couldn’t go on anymore like this because it was tearing him apart. Reita was heart and soul; Uruha didn’t think he could live without him. No, Uruha knew he couldn’t live without Reita in his life.
But, could Uruha keep Reita chained to his side, knowing that the bassist was unhappy with him? That wasn’t love after all, it was enslavement in a sense. No, he wasn’t going to think of that right now, why should he? He didn’t know where this conversation with Reita was going to go; Uruha just hopped it went good.
Time ticked slowly by and, Uruha could feel his eyes began to drop. Was Reita not going to come home tonight? A part of Uruha’s heart broke and twisted at that. Were things so bad between them that, Reita felt he couldn’t come home? It wasn’t like they were fighting....or doing much of anything really. When Uruha wondered, heart breaking a little more with each tick of the clock, was the last time he had been with Reita?
It didn’t have to be intimately - it had been forever and a day since Reita had touched him - it didn’t even have to be them hanging out; Uruha couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep next to his lover. Hell, he couldn’t even remember when all this started. It seemed like one day Reita was there and the next? He wasn’t.
Sniffing, Uruha stood, giving up on waiting for Reita to come home. It he wasn’t back by now? He wasn’t coming home at all. Lower lip caught between his teeth, Uruha slowly poured out his mug of coffee and sat it within the sink to be washed later. Turning around to head into the bedroom, he paused.
The front door was opening.
In came Reita. Uruha wanted to rush into his arms, to ask him where he had been, what he was doing; why were they breaking. He couldn’t though; he was simply frozen in place, looking at a man that, once was his everything and now? He was nothing more than a stranger.
“Kouyou...” Reita breathed and, Uruha shook his head, back up so that his lower back was pressed flushed against the sink. He needed to hear what Reita was going to say but, Uruha didn’t want to hear it which, was odd. Hadn’t he been waiting for this, for hours?
Swallowing hard, he gripped the sink hard. “Are we....okay?” It wasn’t what Uruha had wanted to ask, but, it was all he could get out.
Looking tired to his core, Reita dragged a hand down his face and dropped his body down into a kitchen chair. “I love you,” he began and, Uruha knew where this was going to end. “I do, you’re the other half of me but....I’ve been unhappy lately.”
Well now, wasn’t that a blow to the heart right there? “Is...is it something I’ve done?” Uruha meekly questioned, yearning to go to his lover and chase away that haggard look but, unable to force himself near said lover. “I’m sorry if it was. I’d never hurt you on purpose..”
Reita lifted his head and, the moment Uruha looked into those soft gray eyes, he knew that it was over between them. “No, it was never something you did,” Reita murmured, seemingly ignoring the utter heartbreak and the sheen of tears in Uruha’s eyes. “I wanted it to be you. If you were making me unhappy, it would explain everything but, it truly wasn’t. Even when I was away from you? I still felt this all consuming unhappiness.”
“I was depressed Kou, and I didn’t know why.” That wasn’t all there was, Uruha knew that. The look in Reita’s eyes - the happiness there - it wasn’t something Uruha put there. Reita had found someone or something to make that depression go away.
“A-are you going to leave me, Aki?” He questioned softly. That was the only answer Uruha wanted now.
Reita took a breath, squared his shoulders and nodded. “Yeah, it’s over Kou.”
It didn’t matter that Reita came and took him into his arms; it didn’t matter that the bassist assured him that it was his fault. All that mattered was that, Reita was no longer his.
Waring: Angst
Paring: Reiha
Summary: Sometimes? Even true love dies..
They say that the best of friends make the best of lovers. In Uruha’s case, that was oh so true.
There wasn’t a moment in his life where ever faithful Reita wasn’t at his side. From standing up for him in the sandbox where, their biggest worry was about monsters under the bed and curing the most awful of sickness: cooties, to taking him in off the streets when his father kicked him out; yes, Reita had been through everything with him.
It was no surprise either when their first kiss was shared over too salty noodles in a run down apartment in Tokyo. It was also no surprise when Reita pressed him down into a moth eaten mattress that was more spring than padding and took him. It was awkward - bony limbs smacking together and unsure hands fumbling - but, despite all that awkward? It was amazing and Uruha had never felt more loved than he did at that moment.
Ten years later? Uruha wished things were the same as back then.
What he had with Reita was supposed to be a forever thing; it wasn’t meant to end. Yet, he could feel it with each cold touch and forced kiss. Reita was pulling away from him and the harder Uruha clung onto the bassist? The farther and farther he got away from him.
Why though? Why was Reita doing this?
The only one who could answer that was Reita himself. Uruha deserved that answer too. He wasn’t the damsel in distress he was during highschool where Reita was his protector (and, wasn’t the bassist still that even today? Without Reita being his knight, Uruha had little doubt that the pressure to be perfect, to be something other than simple Kouyou would have broke him long ago), no Uruha was strong now and could - and did - stand on his own two feet.
With a cup of coffee - untouched and slowly cooling - between his hands, Uruha waited; tonight he was getting his answers. He couldn’t go on anymore like this because it was tearing him apart. Reita was heart and soul; Uruha didn’t think he could live without him. No, Uruha knew he couldn’t live without Reita in his life.
But, could Uruha keep Reita chained to his side, knowing that the bassist was unhappy with him? That wasn’t love after all, it was enslavement in a sense. No, he wasn’t going to think of that right now, why should he? He didn’t know where this conversation with Reita was going to go; Uruha just hopped it went good.
Time ticked slowly by and, Uruha could feel his eyes began to drop. Was Reita not going to come home tonight? A part of Uruha’s heart broke and twisted at that. Were things so bad between them that, Reita felt he couldn’t come home? It wasn’t like they were fighting....or doing much of anything really. When Uruha wondered, heart breaking a little more with each tick of the clock, was the last time he had been with Reita?
It didn’t have to be intimately - it had been forever and a day since Reita had touched him - it didn’t even have to be them hanging out; Uruha couldn’t remember the last time he fell asleep next to his lover. Hell, he couldn’t even remember when all this started. It seemed like one day Reita was there and the next? He wasn’t.
Sniffing, Uruha stood, giving up on waiting for Reita to come home. It he wasn’t back by now? He wasn’t coming home at all. Lower lip caught between his teeth, Uruha slowly poured out his mug of coffee and sat it within the sink to be washed later. Turning around to head into the bedroom, he paused.
The front door was opening.
In came Reita. Uruha wanted to rush into his arms, to ask him where he had been, what he was doing; why were they breaking. He couldn’t though; he was simply frozen in place, looking at a man that, once was his everything and now? He was nothing more than a stranger.
“Kouyou...” Reita breathed and, Uruha shook his head, back up so that his lower back was pressed flushed against the sink. He needed to hear what Reita was going to say but, Uruha didn’t want to hear it which, was odd. Hadn’t he been waiting for this, for hours?
Swallowing hard, he gripped the sink hard. “Are we....okay?” It wasn’t what Uruha had wanted to ask, but, it was all he could get out.
Looking tired to his core, Reita dragged a hand down his face and dropped his body down into a kitchen chair. “I love you,” he began and, Uruha knew where this was going to end. “I do, you’re the other half of me but....I’ve been unhappy lately.”
Well now, wasn’t that a blow to the heart right there? “Is...is it something I’ve done?” Uruha meekly questioned, yearning to go to his lover and chase away that haggard look but, unable to force himself near said lover. “I’m sorry if it was. I’d never hurt you on purpose..”
Reita lifted his head and, the moment Uruha looked into those soft gray eyes, he knew that it was over between them. “No, it was never something you did,” Reita murmured, seemingly ignoring the utter heartbreak and the sheen of tears in Uruha’s eyes. “I wanted it to be you. If you were making me unhappy, it would explain everything but, it truly wasn’t. Even when I was away from you? I still felt this all consuming unhappiness.”
“I was depressed Kou, and I didn’t know why.” That wasn’t all there was, Uruha knew that. The look in Reita’s eyes - the happiness there - it wasn’t something Uruha put there. Reita had found someone or something to make that depression go away.
“A-are you going to leave me, Aki?” He questioned softly. That was the only answer Uruha wanted now.
Reita took a breath, squared his shoulders and nodded. “Yeah, it’s over Kou.”
It didn’t matter that Reita came and took him into his arms; it didn’t matter that the bassist assured him that it was his fault. All that mattered was that, Reita was no longer his.