Gravitation: Taki x Ma-kun
Title Jealous: I Thought You Loved Me
Pairing Aizawa Taki x Ma-kun
Rating: T for language and adult situation.
Warning: Shonen ai (boy-boy love). Language.
Word Count: 1146
Summary: Taki's jealous of Ma-kun at a bar.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor its characters. They belong to Maki Murakami.
From the shadows of the bar, Aizawa Taki watched.
He, the lonely boy from Osaka who had grown up to be one of the most popular singers in Japan, watched the raven-haired beauty stride across the wide dance floor. Gone was the usual grace that suffused her movements. Her body jerked angrily as she pushed through the gyrating crowd. Taki followed her furious gaze and his brows drew together in dismay. At the edge of the dance floor stood Ma-kun and a stunning redhead Taki recognized as the half-American, half-Japanese supermodel Reiko Thompson. From his vantage point the could see enough of laughing pair to notice Ma-kun’s arm encircling her waist possessively and she, dressed in an ultra-short gold minidress, brushing his bangs off his forehead tenderly. Ma-kun then leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she laughed - loudly, Taki assumed; from where he sat the bass of DJ Tiesto’s Forbidden Paradise drowned out all sound - as the people nearby turned to look.
Uh oh, Taki thought, eyes flicking back to the livid girl he’d been watching. You’re gonna get it.
The drama would unfold predictably, Taki knew. In the music scene filled with hypocrisies, betrayal, and superficiality, he’d seen this scene hundreds of times - and had the unfortunate luck to be on the receiving end of an angry woman’s hand as well. Yet he possessed an inherent taste for the destructive and so, despite knowing the inevitable outcome, he continued to watch.
“Three…two…one,” he murmured. “Blast off.”
The music pounded in his ears but he imagined he heard her shrill voice curse him; his surprised reply; and the jarring slap her hand marked on his cheek. He watched with dry amusement as the bystanders immediately moved back then gathered ‘round just as quickly. This is a phenomenon Taki has observed to occur when the involved are celebrities and important people. And yes, the trio were big deals: Taki the vocalist and Ma the guitarist of the widely-publicized band ASK, and she, the heiress to Japan’s largest shipyards and highly-controversial starlet as well.
And this last one - rich, talented, and spoiled beyond imagination - my ex-girlfriend Nanako, Taki knocked another shot of vodka back and watched the scene with bleary eyes.
The crowd surrounding the three began to fidget excitedly. Given the volume of people Taki could no longer see the full tableau but he imagined - no, knew - she was prepping up for another slap. Both standing a head taller than everyone else, Reiko looked alarmed while Ma-kun obviously was confused.
A camera flashed. A slight flurry of activity in the middle of the circle. His ex-beloved had lunged at the camera owner. Then as if on cue, several burly men in black suits pushed through the crowd and formed a protective circle around the girl. As they ushered her out, the crowd parted automatically.
That’s right. Taki thought. Don’t mess with ‘em goons. They bite.
Nanako and her bodyguards came close enough for Taki to see she was crying. He dropped his gaze and watched her from beneath his lashes. I know how you feel, he wanted to run after her and say, but he never had been an empathic person. And besides, given her desperate pleas for him to stay, he had coldheartedly left her for the man she just slapped. That man who had professed love and loyalty to Taki. Taki’s comfort would only insult her.
The crowd dispersed. Already he saw little groups whispering and darting curious glances at Ma-kun and Reiko. Taki turned to the bartender and signaled for two more shots, and he waited for the inevitable.
“What the fuck man?” Taki expected anger, but all he heard was a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance - the kind of tone reserved for days when the car won’t start or the rain pours on a sunny day.
“What’s her problem? I made it clear from the start that we weren’t serious - and now she gets mad at me for flirting with another girl? Geez!” Ma-kun slid into the stool next to Taki. “’How could you?’, she says. What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
Taki pushed him a shot glass. “That’s why you shouldn’t date my girls…”
“Please, we do it all the time.” The blond knocked back his shot. “Don’t tell me you were serious about that little skank?” He rolled his eyes.
“…and afterwards steal me away from them.”
Ma-kun gave him a sidelong look. “What are you saying?”
Taki sipped his drink. “These fuckin love triangles, love polygons you drag me in, they’re fucked.”
Ma-kun forced a laugh. “What, so you’re saying you’re ready to settle down and live the straight life?’
Taki suppressed an urge to throttle him. “I’m not the blond playboy the tabloids are talking about.”
Ma-kun ordered two more shots before turning to Taki with a grin. “Hey, it comes with the lifestyle. It’s just for fun. Lighten up.”
All this after you said you loved me. You haven’t changed at all. Ma-kun’s presence suddenly seemed suffocating, and Taki looked away only to see Reiko coming towards them, worry etched on her face. He exhaled noisily and stood. Ma-kun looked up, surprised.
“Where you goin’?”
“Looks like your Cinderella’s come to pick you up.” Taki tilted his head in her direction. “And I don’t want to get in the way of your fun,” he added with dripping sarcasm.
Ma-kun frowned at her approach, and she stopped in her tracks, giving him a confused look. He relented and held up a hand, signaling her to wait. She nodded and turned away. Ma-kun turned back to Taki, obviously peeved.
“Oi, Tachi, what’s the matter with you? You’re in a shit mood tonight.”
What was the matter with him? Maybe seeing Nanako brought back bad memories. Or maybe it was Ma-kun hanging with that bitch model when tonight was his and Taki’s date. Perhaps Ma’s ‘devil-may-care’ attitude pissed him. Or maybe he simply felt foolish for believing that fateful “I love you” from Ma-kun.
“You just don’t get it. You’re fuckin’ dumb.” Taki sneered. He slapped three ¥10,000 bills onto the bar. “Drinks on me. Go and play with your princess.” Without looking back, he walked away. That feeling he dared not acknowledge, it was gnawing him. But Taki silenced it. He didn’t need anyone; and certainly not someone who breaks his heart every time he walks out the door with a giggling pretty plaything draped on his arm.
He was at the door when he heard a voice call him. That voice he knew so well and so long; that voice that crooned sweet nothings into his ear at night.
“Tachi! Oi, Tachi, wait up!”
Ah, jealousy. They all had their ways of dealing. Nanako bitched and slapped. Ma-kun snaked away whoever he wanted. And Taki - he ran.
-END-
Pairing Aizawa Taki x Ma-kun
Rating: T for language and adult situation.
Warning: Shonen ai (boy-boy love). Language.
Word Count: 1146
Summary: Taki's jealous of Ma-kun at a bar.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation nor its characters. They belong to Maki Murakami.
From the shadows of the bar, Aizawa Taki watched.
He, the lonely boy from Osaka who had grown up to be one of the most popular singers in Japan, watched the raven-haired beauty stride across the wide dance floor. Gone was the usual grace that suffused her movements. Her body jerked angrily as she pushed through the gyrating crowd. Taki followed her furious gaze and his brows drew together in dismay. At the edge of the dance floor stood Ma-kun and a stunning redhead Taki recognized as the half-American, half-Japanese supermodel Reiko Thompson. From his vantage point the could see enough of laughing pair to notice Ma-kun’s arm encircling her waist possessively and she, dressed in an ultra-short gold minidress, brushing his bangs off his forehead tenderly. Ma-kun then leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she laughed - loudly, Taki assumed; from where he sat the bass of DJ Tiesto’s Forbidden Paradise drowned out all sound - as the people nearby turned to look.
Uh oh, Taki thought, eyes flicking back to the livid girl he’d been watching. You’re gonna get it.
The drama would unfold predictably, Taki knew. In the music scene filled with hypocrisies, betrayal, and superficiality, he’d seen this scene hundreds of times - and had the unfortunate luck to be on the receiving end of an angry woman’s hand as well. Yet he possessed an inherent taste for the destructive and so, despite knowing the inevitable outcome, he continued to watch.
“Three…two…one,” he murmured. “Blast off.”
The music pounded in his ears but he imagined he heard her shrill voice curse him; his surprised reply; and the jarring slap her hand marked on his cheek. He watched with dry amusement as the bystanders immediately moved back then gathered ‘round just as quickly. This is a phenomenon Taki has observed to occur when the involved are celebrities and important people. And yes, the trio were big deals: Taki the vocalist and Ma the guitarist of the widely-publicized band ASK, and she, the heiress to Japan’s largest shipyards and highly-controversial starlet as well.
And this last one - rich, talented, and spoiled beyond imagination - my ex-girlfriend Nanako, Taki knocked another shot of vodka back and watched the scene with bleary eyes.
The crowd surrounding the three began to fidget excitedly. Given the volume of people Taki could no longer see the full tableau but he imagined - no, knew - she was prepping up for another slap. Both standing a head taller than everyone else, Reiko looked alarmed while Ma-kun obviously was confused.
A camera flashed. A slight flurry of activity in the middle of the circle. His ex-beloved had lunged at the camera owner. Then as if on cue, several burly men in black suits pushed through the crowd and formed a protective circle around the girl. As they ushered her out, the crowd parted automatically.
That’s right. Taki thought. Don’t mess with ‘em goons. They bite.
Nanako and her bodyguards came close enough for Taki to see she was crying. He dropped his gaze and watched her from beneath his lashes. I know how you feel, he wanted to run after her and say, but he never had been an empathic person. And besides, given her desperate pleas for him to stay, he had coldheartedly left her for the man she just slapped. That man who had professed love and loyalty to Taki. Taki’s comfort would only insult her.
The crowd dispersed. Already he saw little groups whispering and darting curious glances at Ma-kun and Reiko. Taki turned to the bartender and signaled for two more shots, and he waited for the inevitable.
“What the fuck man?” Taki expected anger, but all he heard was a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance - the kind of tone reserved for days when the car won’t start or the rain pours on a sunny day.
“What’s her problem? I made it clear from the start that we weren’t serious - and now she gets mad at me for flirting with another girl? Geez!” Ma-kun slid into the stool next to Taki. “’How could you?’, she says. What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
Taki pushed him a shot glass. “That’s why you shouldn’t date my girls…”
“Please, we do it all the time.” The blond knocked back his shot. “Don’t tell me you were serious about that little skank?” He rolled his eyes.
“…and afterwards steal me away from them.”
Ma-kun gave him a sidelong look. “What are you saying?”
Taki sipped his drink. “These fuckin love triangles, love polygons you drag me in, they’re fucked.”
Ma-kun forced a laugh. “What, so you’re saying you’re ready to settle down and live the straight life?’
Taki suppressed an urge to throttle him. “I’m not the blond playboy the tabloids are talking about.”
Ma-kun ordered two more shots before turning to Taki with a grin. “Hey, it comes with the lifestyle. It’s just for fun. Lighten up.”
All this after you said you loved me. You haven’t changed at all. Ma-kun’s presence suddenly seemed suffocating, and Taki looked away only to see Reiko coming towards them, worry etched on her face. He exhaled noisily and stood. Ma-kun looked up, surprised.
“Where you goin’?”
“Looks like your Cinderella’s come to pick you up.” Taki tilted his head in her direction. “And I don’t want to get in the way of your fun,” he added with dripping sarcasm.
Ma-kun frowned at her approach, and she stopped in her tracks, giving him a confused look. He relented and held up a hand, signaling her to wait. She nodded and turned away. Ma-kun turned back to Taki, obviously peeved.
“Oi, Tachi, what’s the matter with you? You’re in a shit mood tonight.”
What was the matter with him? Maybe seeing Nanako brought back bad memories. Or maybe it was Ma-kun hanging with that bitch model when tonight was his and Taki’s date. Perhaps Ma’s ‘devil-may-care’ attitude pissed him. Or maybe he simply felt foolish for believing that fateful “I love you” from Ma-kun.
“You just don’t get it. You’re fuckin’ dumb.” Taki sneered. He slapped three ¥10,000 bills onto the bar. “Drinks on me. Go and play with your princess.” Without looking back, he walked away. That feeling he dared not acknowledge, it was gnawing him. But Taki silenced it. He didn’t need anyone; and certainly not someone who breaks his heart every time he walks out the door with a giggling pretty plaything draped on his arm.
He was at the door when he heard a voice call him. That voice he knew so well and so long; that voice that crooned sweet nothings into his ear at night.
“Tachi! Oi, Tachi, wait up!”
Ah, jealousy. They all had their ways of dealing. Nanako bitched and slapped. Ma-kun snaked away whoever he wanted. And Taki - he ran.
-END-