Broken (Possible 1 of 2)Author:
language, character death, alcohol abuseDisclaimer:
I own nothing.Summary:
Chacha is left to pick up the peices.Word count:
Beer bottles covered the floor around his prone body as he lay on the floor. How many did I drink?
Still, it was only half what of should be there. A tear streaked across his cheek. “You… You, stop worrying so much. I’m fine.”
“Liar…” He muttered to himself. If he was really fine he would still be there. His lover would be looking at him from the door frame with a frown on his face and worried eyes. You looked at the doorframe and prayed the nightmare would end, but there was no one there. The nightmare continued.“Happy birthday, Gaku!” Chirped Jun-ji as he patted the singer on the back. “Best party ever!”
You watched as the gang had a great time knowing everyone of them planned to get drunk, himself included, but couldn’t help worry about his friend who only got out of the hospital less than a day ago.
“You, really, stop pouting,” Gackt laughed as he elbowed him. “Really, you act like I’m going to die or something. You of all people know I know my limits… kind of.”
“Yeah, it’s the ‘kind of’ that I’m worried about. Gaku, you just got out of the hospital.”
“Oh shut up and have fun! It’s my birthday, You~”
You should of took him home then. He should have just told his lover no, but instead he wanted to give him what he wanted. Instead , he rushed his friend back to the hospital not even an hour later and spent the rest of the night pacing and panicking in the waiting room praying to every deity that would listen to him.
The tears flowed freely now as he lay there staring out the window. Any other time he’d find solace in the moon, but now it only made things worse. He lost his moon and here this one glared at him. It felt like the moon was taunting him.
He wanted to get up and get another beer, but there was none left. Nothing could take away the pain that ripped at him.
A sound shrieked through the emptiness making You wince, but he didn’t move. The home phone rang five more painful times, each one slow and drawn out before the answering machine picked up. His heart broke more if it were possible hearing his voice.
“You’ve reached the Camui residence. I’m not home right now. Please leave your name, number and a detailed message and I will get back to you as soon as I can.” Beep.
“You? You, are you there? You, it’s Cha. You, it’s been a month and the guys are worried about you. I’m worried about you. “ A long pause filled the air. “Look, I’m coming over right now. Don’t do anything stupid…” Click.
You let out a huff and threw an arm over his eyes as he continued to cry. How many times did he tell his lover not to do anything stupid? How many times did Gackt ignore him and risk so much?“You? What are you doing?”
“I’m lying on the floor… what do you think I’m doing?”
“Baby, get up… you look terrible…”
“Why do you care? You left me! You kept pushing, and pushing. I asked you to stop and you didn’t care! Do you know what it’s like having to look at your cold pale face, knowing I’ll never get to see you smile again? Do you know what it’s like watching them put you in the ground? Do you even know how hard it was for me not to stop them from putting the dirt on you? How hard it was for me to not climb into that casket and demand they bury me with you so I wouldn’t have to live through this pain?!
“You… baby, that’s a little cre-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Sato. I’ve only known you for more than half my life… Dammit you were my life and now you’re gone! There is nothing left for me here!”
“What about the guys? They need you…”
“I needed you!
“Baby, please don’t give up yet… you have to live…”
“The hell I do!”
You woke with a start when the knock on the door turned merciless. The noise hurt his head more. When did I fall asleep?
There was more scuffling and someone was yelling. Finally the intruder found the hidden house key and none to quietly yelled his name loudly as the voice moved from room to room.
“Jesus, You!” Chacha scrunched his face from the stench of alcohol and body odor as he lifted the broken man. “My God, You, pull yourself together…” He dragged his friend to the bathroom to wash him not only because he needed a shower, but Cha really didn’t want to deal with the smell any more than he had to. It worried him to see You in such a daze. The man didn’t even fight him. All You did was groan if something hurt his head. Otherwise it looked like he’d given up on living.
“You, come on, snap out of it…” He wasn’t surprised when You didn’t respond. Once he dressed You back up and made him lay on the couch he looked around. He wanted to put him to bed, but the bed was covered in shattered glass. The whole house was a mess. It was as if the mess in the house, the broken mirrors, glass, figures, vases and the like were a direct representation of just how broken the man on the couch was. “I need to get you out of this place…”
You laid there still not really sure how he got to where he was or why Chacha was even there. All he knew was he wanted another beer. He wanted wine too, but that was his
wine. He didn’t even notice his friend making phone calls.
All he wanted to do now was just fade… fade away and never wake up. What point was there in waking up if his heart was gone?
~ This is my attempt at a non-one shot
~ Holy wow I finished this in one day AND got it posted.
~ Comments are loved, but never required.