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Title: Kibou no Takara
Author: Andy-chan (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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antimiya88)Pairings: Sakuraiba (main) / Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: AU, Romance, Slice of life
Rating: PG13
Summary: Sakurai Sho is a famous rapper who ends up in a special clinic for his 'boosts of fun', as he calls them. There, he meets Aiba Masaki, a former backsetball player whose career ended after a car accident. The latter seems to be very distant. At first, Sho doesn't pay attention but the more time passes, the more he finds himself intrigued by him. There's a familiar aura... as if they both can't find a reason in their lives. Could it be that this encounter will help them find a reason together?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sakuraiba, they own me.
For my dearestdani_mathoz's birthday!!! ^_^ It will be two parts and an epilogue in total!
For my dearest
dani_mathoz's birthday!!! ^_^ It will be two parts and an epilogue in total!
Part 1
“Here are the books you asked for…”
Sho only growled as a reply his eyes locked at the window outside.
“I’ll take that as an ok. I have to go now… The agency has scheduled a press conference…”
The young man looked at the other with a raised eyebrow. “What exactly will you claim I have? Exhaustion? Or you’ll play the card of the painful story? Depression? As for its reason, I’d propose you go for family issues caused let’s say… because of my career and my strict father’s opposite opinion… Such stories are always catchy!”
“Sakurai!” his manager said in a harsh tone.
Sho shrugged his shoulders. “What?! Aren’t I supposed to know the scenario myself?! We don’t want to fall into inconsistencies…”
“Can you stop being ironic for one second?”
Sho burst into loud laughs. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s the image of the bad boy that has made me this famous. I don’t want to disappoint my loyal fans… You were the one who has been preaching me since I was sixteen to always play a character… to become this character… and now that I have achieved it you have a problem?!”
“You push yourself to be thrown away from the agency… But you’re lucky… I won’t say anything to the president this time…”
“Of course you won’t! I am the one who fills the agency’s bank accounts with money… as if the old wolf could say anything!”
The older man sighed shaking his head. “Just make sure you behave and not cause any problems while you’re here…”
“I’m sure it doesn’t matter… I’m ill, aren’t I?!” the irony was more than obvious in his voice, making the older man in the room sigh.
“I know very well that you are a clever person, Sakurai. I’m sure you know what you’re supposed to do and what not. I’ve got to go now. I’ll contact you later. Bye”
Sho saw the older man go, leaving him alone in the room. He checked around, ticking his tongue against his teeth annoyed. He didn’t want to be there. Everyone treated him as if he had a problem, when all he did was enjoying his life. He was doing everything his agency wanted; from interviews and photoshoots to guest appearances on TV. He brought millions to them; he was the number one solo male singer… Thousands of girls and boys idolized him… wasn’t he supposed to have some fun, too? It wasn’t as if he was trying to kill himself… He only wanted to spice things up… to escape from the annoyingly boring routine.
He had just started placing his things in the cupboard next to his bed when he heard the door sliding open. He turned around and to his surprise he saw a young man on a wheelchair, most probably around his age, trying to enter in the room. Sho didn’t pay more attention. Even if the other was a disabled one. Weren’t they always claiming that they wanted to be treated equally?! They did… So, there was no need to go and help him. Satisfied with the sequence of his thoughts, he took his headphones in hands and before continuing with his task.
“Excuse me…” the young man said but Sho didn’t reply. To his surprise he heard the other hissing behind him. “Would you be so kind to help me a bit?” Sho frowned. Is he being ironic towards me? “There’s something that certainly doesn’t belong to me blocking the door!” he heard the other saying in continuation and had enough.
Sho turned his head to the other. “Call for a nurse! It’s their job to help the patients not mine! And since you’re not holding a white stick I know it’s not as if your eyes are the ones with a problem... you can see that I’m a patient, too!”
“I’d say an asshole…” the other muttered under his breath but loud enough to be heard by Sho.
The latter was already pissed off that he was obliged to stay in this hospital without being able to drink a drop of alcohol or get to sniff… not even smoke some pot… and now he had this annoying person calling him an asshole. He jumped from his bed and ran towards the other who was staring back at him with a gaze that showed no fear or regret.
“You better be careful how you address me… I don’t give a fuck if you’re disabled or not… Got it?” he had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pulling him up from his chair bringing his face close to his.
“You know that applies to you, too. I will repeat it once again, If I’m not mistaken the bag that blocks the door is yours… If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have asked your help, don’t worry… What I hate the most is people pitying me for being on a wheelchair…”
Sho was fuming but said nothing more. He had been there only for a couple of hours and wasn’t in the mood for unpleasant discussions with any of the doctors before he had the chance to say hello. It would only bring more trouble and it was the last thing he sought for at the moment. He let the other fall back on his wheelchair and grabbed his bag throwing it with force on the ground next to his bed.
“There it is! Satisfied, now?” he asked with a growl.
The other said nothing and simply entered in the room without paying any more attention to Sho… as if he didn’t exist. He went to the bed across the room and started to place his things in the cupboard next to his bed.
Sho was left staring at him but quickly decided that he really didn’t care and lied down on his bed, letting his favorite songs fill his ears. He closed his eyes trying to calm down.
After a couple of hours, they were brought lunch. Sho looked at it frowning. “What the hell is that? Am I supposed to feel satiated with such small portions?! What am I five?!”
The other man across the room on the other hand said nothing as he was given his portion.
“Sakurai-san, the food is given to you according to your needs. If you have any problems, you should discuss them with the doctors…” the nurse explained in a gentle voice before bowing and leave.
Sho was still muttering things when he saw the other coming closer to him on his wheelchair with the tray on his lap.
“Here, take it. I’m not hungry”
Sho frowned. The food wasn’t touched at all. “Oh… now you play the good one because you got scared but hate it to admit it?!”
“I’m simply not hungry. So, it’s either the dustbin or your stomach… You choose! And I’m really not in the mood for any kind of conversation!” the other said in the same indifferent tone he had since Sho met him.
“Spare me the talk…” Sho said in an almost annoyed tone but nevertheless grabbed the tray.
The other said nothing in return. He turned around and stopped by the window, his eyes looking up at the sky.
Sho looked at the other for a couple of minutes before turning his attention back to the tray. It was obvious that he was having issues but it was none of his business. He had his own issues and they were more than enough.
Half an hour later, their appointed doctor made his appearance. To Sho’s surprise he looked more like a teen rather than a real doctor.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! They’ve put me in this supposedly specialized clinic to be treated by some kid?!”
The small figured doctor only smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment, Sakurai-san. Though I’d prefer it if you called me by my name. I’m sure you’ve already been informed that I’m Ninomiya-sensei. I know I look young but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I am a kid… As a matter of fact, I’m a year older than both of you. Now, that we’ve cleared all questions concerning my age up, I would like to inform you about your schedule. Sakurai-san, here’s your rehab program. By the end of the day you must decide the activity that you want to participate in” the doctor said handing Sho a paper before going to the man across the room who remained silent on his wheelchair, his eyes still locked outside.
“And here’s yours, Aiba-san. Starting from tomorrow, you’ll meet with Matsumoto-sensei”
“Matsumoto?! The last time I was with Ohno!”
Sho frowned. Did that mean that he had already been here?
“It’s Ohno-sensei himself who actually proposed this change. He believes that it might prove to be the right th-”
“Or he simply got tired of having to deal with me again…” the other said in the very same indifferent tone.
“Aiba-san, how can you say that?! You know that Ohno-sensei really cares for y-”
“I didn’t accuse anyone… It’s me who has got tired with myself let alone the others… It was simply a statement!” there was a smirk on his face and Sho was sure he saw the doctor gulp a bit uneased.
“Aiba-san, I understand your feelings…”
“Apart from being a doctor you’re a psychic now, too?! You surprise me, Ninomiya-sensei… To have obtained such special capabilities in the three months I haven’t seen you…” the irony was floating in the air, making Sho realize that he had more in common with him than he had initially thought.
“My dream was to become a professional baseball player but my wrist got injured badly, forbidding me from following my dream. I was seventeen back then…” the doctor continued. “You might not want to believe it but you aren’t the only one who had his dream crushed because of an accident. The key is to find another one… And I think whenever a door closes another one opens. Remember that. Here’s your program” He made a few steps closer and handed it to him. “Make sure you’re on time!”
The doctor bowed and got out of the room leaving the two young men alone. As long as the door was closed, Sho saw the other crumpling the paper and throwing it in the dustbin that was located at the other corner of the room before turning around to watch outside the window. The throw was perfect and it raised questions. He had heard what name the doctor had said and if he wanted to be honest now that he was looking closer to him, he could swear that he somehow looked familiar. Could it be that he was Aiba Masaki? The famous basketball player whose career had ended because of a car accident last summer? He couldn’t know for sure since he wasn’t interested in sports but he had caught some papa pics of him next to his.
With curiosity winning him over, Sho went to the dustbin to grab the crumpled paper. On top the very same name was written, proving him right: The other was no one else but Aiba Masaki. He turned his head to him to look a bit closer. It really was him… Who would have thought?! Two famous people put in the same room of some specialized clinic… This story would sell thousands of copies… he thought with a bitter smirk.
“Yes, it’s me…” he heard the other telling him annoyed as he came closer to him, his hands pushing fast on the wheels. He took the paper from Sho’s hands and threw it back to the dustbin. “Satisfied now, Mr. Arrogant?!”
Sho’s cores dilated. The other had called him by the title of his latest album. “You knew from the beginning who I was…!”
“Even if I didn’t want to, I would… Half of the nurses were gossiping about how lucky they are to be with Sakurai Sho… Isn’t it funny?! They loyalty of some fans?! Not giving a shit about the reasons you are here but being happy just because they can be close to you!”
“It is…” Sho whispered back. “I’m sure it happens with you too…”
“Me?!” the other muffled a laugh. “No… I’m just the guy who lost everything… I can’t play and since I can’t play I don’t bring any money… and since I don’t bring money, I have lost my value…”
“But-”
“Look, just because you want a chit-chat doesn’t mean that I want one, as well…” Masaki said and climbed on the bed with the help of his hands.
Sho said nothing more. The other was right in the first place. Why would he want any kind of conversation with the other in the first place?! He should get some rest to be prepared for the next day…
The night came but he couldn’t sleep… he wasn’t sure if it was the need to feel alcohol burn his throat or his stress for what he’d come across… he only knew that the other man in the room also couldn’t sleep.
Sho was confused. Aiba Masaki had managed to keep his mind occupied for the whole afternoon and from what it seemed the whole night, as well. It wasn’t that he had done something in particular. He had spent all the hours looking outside of the window, without muttering a single word, not even when a nurse brought them dinner. Exactly like it happened with lunch, Sho heard him saying to have it if he wanted. It was obvious that he was starving himself on purpose.
That apathy of the other was scaring him. It could be because he reminded him of himself when he didn’t pull the I-don’t-give-a-fuck mask. It only proved that were both broken… But still was that the only reason?
He could swear that he had just had heard muffled sobs and for some reason, he felt uneasy... wanting to sneak into his bed and comfort him. But why would he care?! He didn’t know the man… Sure they shared similar things… Sure he had heard of his case… but why would he care? He never did… he closed his eyes tightly, remembering the way he had caught Aiba Masaki looking at him when he thought Sho wasn’t paying attention. Perhaps it was that... the way those beautiful eyes of his had looked at him… empty, crying out for help…
Sho took a deep breath trying to put his thoughts in order. I’m just too nervous… and bored! That’s it!
***
“Here, you can have it!” Masaki said as he came closer to the rapper’s bed offering him his breakfast the next morning.
The other looked at it before turning his gaze to him. “Not hungry this time, sorry!” he said, surprisingly his voice not sounding as hostile as yesterday.
Masaki saw him getting up from his bed, taking his T-shirt off. The toned torso had a few tattoos and there was a piercing at his navel. Undoubtedly it was a welcoming view… especially when it had been more than a year since he had any kind of physical relationship with anyone. It seemed though that the other had taken notice of his hungry stare as he chuckled, lowering his head till their eyes were at the same level.
“You like what you see?” his voice husky. “Well… I really don’t like to brag about it but it’s my pride!”
Masaki raised his eyebrow. “Well good for you… but no offence, I’ve seen better…” he moved at the side before stopping a couple of meters away. “And if it was your pride, as you say, you wouldn’t be here… you would have taken care of it!”
He opened the bathroom door letting himself inside. It was spacious enough for him to move around freely. He looked at his idol in the mirror. “Here you are again… Happy?” he sighed seeing the way he looked. That was why he hated looking at his idol… because he was only a shadow of his old self…
He was lost in his thoughts when he heard a small knock on the door. “What?” he asked with a hoarse voice, realizing that he had been crying. Quickly he wiped the tears away with the back of his hands before turning his head to the door that had slightly open.
“You forgot your towels…” the other said in a voice that once again sounded nothing like the arrogant asshole of yesterday but also nothing like the flirtatious charmer of earlier.
Masaki was sure he must have heard him crying during the night and knowing who he was, he was surely pitying him… and he hated that… he hated it more than anything.
“I told you that what I hate the most is people pitying me…” he said in a whisper avoiding the other’s gaze.
The rapper chuckled shaking his head. “And you think that I’m in any position to pity you?!”
Masaki frowned at the hearing of the last words. “Then what?! You want to get A marks from the doctors? The system doesn’t go like this…”
“I already guessed… It’s just that I realized that being an asshole to someone who deals with his own crap the same way I do has no fun…”
Masaki gasped, his breathing having turned faster. “Your crap is all yours… you don’t know anything about me… and get out of here… I want to take my bath…”
He turned around and took his T-shirt off throwing it on the floor. He grabbed the special handle to move closer to the bathtub when he realized the other was still standing behind him.
“Do you mind giving me some privacy?”
“You should eat more…”
Masaki heard the other whispering and turned around to look at him… to tell him to mind his own business but he was nowhere to be seen. Why can’t he just leave me alone?!
He entered the bathtub and once he made sure he was sitting properly he let the hot water fall on his naked body. He knew he should eat more… but for what reason? There was no one to care for him… everybody had left… friends, family, him… Why should he care for himself? If he was brought in the clinic was because he was found in an unresponsive state by his landlord who had come to see what was going on after several months of no contact. Of course, he only cared about the rent. Masaki was sure he had called them only because he didn’t want any scandal related to him or his property.
He sighed as he closed his eyes trying to get rid of the thoughts that kept coming to him. He didn’t need them… at least not now…
When he got out of the bedroom he found the room empty. He went closer to his bed to see the tray with his breakfast left on the side with the jam in the yogurt.
That way is better!
Mr. Arrogant xoxo
Masaki found himself smiling just to go back to his usual emotionless self, seconds later. He grabbed the tray and threw it in the dustbin.
“Your loss…” he heard the other entering inside but chose not to look.
“I wasn’t hungry… so it wasn’t my loss…” Masaki saw the other coming closer to him and raised his hand. “Don’t dare to say that I should eat more…”
“I wouldn’t… but it’s a real pity… you have all the potentials to be killer-sexy and you have thrown them away…”
Masaki burst into loud laughs. “I would have never guessed that you have such a sense of humor! Or I’ll start thinking that your little boosts to spice things up have already left their defects!” He saw the rapper narrowing his eyes and moved closer to him with a smirk. “If you haven’t realized, I’m on a wheelchair!”
“So, what?! I know a lot of things that don’t require you to use your legs…” Sho said suggestively, causing Masaki to gasp.
“Why the hell don’t you leave me alone?”
“Perhaps because we have a similar aura…”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Masaki asked with a voice that sounded weaker… almost trembling. “We have no similar aura! Leave me alone!”
“Hmm… I don’t think so. As for why I honestly don’t know… Perhaps it is because I’m stuck in here without really wanting to and I’m bored… because we both hide behind attack when in reality it’s nothing more than defense… like an injured wolf… because…” Sho’s hand traced feather-like Masaki’s cheek to his lips, keeping their eyes locked together. “… I do think that you do have the potential to be killer-sexy and I think I really wouldn’t mind the idea of it… or because of all of them together… I don’t know… but what I know is that you’ll have to deal with it. I’m pretty stubborn!”
“You’re crazy…” Masaki whispered moving back.
“Maybe… but you will be stuck with me for at least three months! See you…” Sho left with a smirk, leaving Masaki alone.
His mind was almost spinning around. What was wrong with the other? Why had he been stuck with him?
***
“Sakurai-san, you’re on time!” Nino exclaimed rather surprised to see the other standing next to the door.
Sho bowed before entering in the doctor’s office.
“I guess that I want to get out of here as soon as possible?!”
The small-figured doctor smiled. “That depends on many factors… But one thing at a time. How was your first night here? I trust you slept well”
“Doc, as cute as you might be, you’re not my type… so no need for chit-chat!”
The small-figured doctor burst into laughs. “Now, I feel reassured…” he said in an almost dramatically way before he rested his elbows on the desk, leaning closer. “Don’t worry, Sakurai-san, as cool as you might be, you’re also not my type… and even if you were, I’m not having an audition! I already have my chubby!” Sho raised his eyebrow as his eyes fell on a small frame with a photo of another small-figured doctor, realizing that the chubby must be him. “Isn’t he a cutie pie?”
“They allow you to work together? What is this clinic? Grey’s Anatomy?!” Sho said chuckling.
“You have humor, I like that!” Nino said letting his back fall back at his chair. “But I’ll disappoint you… there’s absolutely no such drama here… neither have we live sex shows…”
“I’m relieved!” Sho replied in a small voice, avoiding to look at the small-figured man who all this time had kept staring at him intensely.
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, you didn’t answer my question. Did you sleep well last night?”
“No”
“Nightmares?”
“No” Sho replied again. He was annoyed with all these questions. He knew it well. They would keep asking him things in an attempt to make him look as if he had serious issues. “Nightmares premise sleep and I didn’t sleep. Your question is invalid, doc!”
“Too nervous?”
Sho didn’t answer.
“If you don’t answer, I can easily think it’s because of your… fun… Were you missing it?”
“I did miss it but trust me it wasn’t because of that. Pot never killed anyone…”
“I think I’m in a position to know it better than you and I’m sure your fun wouldn’t have been this humble… Pot is for kids…”
“You’re smart, aren’t you, doc?!” Sho said smirking. “Of course it is… Occasionally, I sniffed but that wasn’t the problem…”
“So what was the problem?! The bed wasn’t fluffy enough?”
“Someone else was crying too much, perhaps?!”
“Aiba-san? And that… kept you from sleeping… why?”
“How could I sleep?! He was sobbing the whole night…”
“Sorry… I’m still trying to follow you here…”
“I take it back. You’re stupid, doc!”
Nino burst into laughs. “I’m not offended, don’t worry. But I’m really trying to understand. Why would someone not sleep because someone else was crying?! It’s the others’ problem, not theirs…”
“Well, yesterday he hadn’t eaten anything as well… and-”
“So what?” the doctor insisted.
“I…”
“You were worried?”
“No!”
Nino leaned closer, staring directly at the other. “Then?”
“I just thought how pathetic we were both celebrities being stuck in the same room…”
“So you sympathized?”
“I didn’t… I just… well… I thought it was a pity to have become like this… he must have been pretty sexy…”
Nino smirked. “Ah… I see… so, someone like Aiba-san is your type…”
“Well… he has the potential…” Sho murmured, lowering his gaze.
“And you want him to achieve that?”
Sho was left skeptical for a few seconds. Yes… he wanted to achieve that. But why?! He frowned, perhaps realizing what he was doing. “Wait a minute… Why are we talking about Aiba?”
“You were the one who started talking about Aiba-san, not me…” the small-figured doctor shrugged.
“What kind of doctor are you?”
“Unique?!” the other said with a smirk.
“I’d say weird!” Sho said with a frown, trying to understand what was going on in the doctor’s mind.
“That still makes me unique!” Nino said in a playful tone before he opened a dossier. “Have you considered group therapy?”
Sho narrowed his eyes. We finally start… he thought and cleared his throat. “I think I was clear from the moment they brought me here. I won’t go and reveal personal things in front of random people…”
“It’s confidential and don’t forget that all these random people, as you called them, they all have their demons to fight…”
Sho ticked his tongue annoyed. “The problem is that I have no demons… I’m just having fun, Ninomiya-sensei! And may I suggest you should have some fun, too! You seem too lost in translation! It took you hours to finally start the proper interrogation!”
The doctor chuckled. “I’m really moved by your concern, Sakurai-san, but I’m perfectly happy with my life… as for the kind of fun you’re referring to… it’s no fun… it’s an illusion… and it’s up to you what you’ll talk about in the group therapy… you might as well listen… if you wish nothing more…”
“I think I made myself clear…”
“The first session starts in an hour… It will be my chubby the one leading it! That way you will get to see him!”
“Not interested!” Sho was really starting getting uneasy. “Our time has finished already…”
“You’re free to go…” the doctor said, turning his attention on the PC.
Sho immediately jumped from his seat. He had just grabbed the door knob when he heard the other speaking to him once again.
“He will be there too…”
“Who?!” Sho turned around confused.
“Aiba-san… he participates in the group therapy…”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Nothing…”
Sho was biting his lower lip trying to understand the other but no matter how much he tried he couldn’t. He got out of the room, saying nothing more.
Nino crossed his hands in front of his chest. “You’re an interesting man, Sakurai Sho”
***
An hour later, Sho was trying to understand why he was heading towards this particular room. He gulped before knocking on the door. A sleepy voice told him to enter and opened it, revealing to him the ‘chubby’ that Ninomiya doctor had spoken of and a group of four people. To his surprise, Aiba Masaki was nowhere to be seen. He was fuming. That doc lied to me! He was ready to leave when he heard the sound of a wheelchair behind him. Could it…? He turned around, their gazes meeting for a few seconds. He could distinguish the surprise in the former basketball player’s eyes and Sho could only smile. Was it the way the sun was reflecting in them? He couldn’t be sure… but he knew they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen… despite the lack of shine in them.
“Sakurai-san, Aiba-san, please take your seat…”
Sho said nothing as he went to sit at the only left chair. Masaki moved at the other side. Ohno Satoshi, took some papers in his hands and asked them to introduce themselves. To Sho’s surprise, Masaki didn’t raise his hand when the doctor asked who wanted to go first. Someone at Sho’s side, starting talking. He didn’t pay attention to him though. His eyes were locked on the man in front of him who was staring blankly at the floor, clearly not paying attention.
More time passed by and Sho could see that Masaki was nervous. His hands were moving nervously on imaginary patterns on his lap, his eyes still on the same spot. Sho was lost in his thoughts when he heard the doctor asking from Masaki to speak. The other seemed not to have heard him but after a few seconds of complete silence he looked up. “I’m Aiba Masaki, 26 years old. Former basketball player. Last summer, I had a car accident and since then I’m stuck on this wheelchair”
“You don’t have to push yourself… relax…” Sho heard the doctor’s soft voice.
“Don’t worry, Ohno-sensei… I don’t push myself… There’s nothing much to say… In a few words, after my accident everyone showed me how much they really cared…”
Sho could sense the bitterness in the other’s voice… the emptiness… and he felt his heart clenching painfully. For some strange reason, it was a disturbing image…
“And you think they’re right…” the doctor continued in the same calm tone.
“Right and wrong…” Masaki whispered smirking. “Let’s just say I understand them…” he added before closing his eyes. It was obvious that he wouldn’t say anything more.
Sho’s knuckles had turned white from the power he was using to hold on his chair. “You know just because people are around you, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they do care…” he said in a whisper, his eyes still on the man in front of him who looked back at him with surprise written all over his face.
“I had tens and tens of them around me… they will still be… but do they really care? Weren’t you the one who told me yesterday?” he said causing everyone, including the doctor, to look at him. “About those nurses who were happy I was here in spite of the reason for it?! I’m not in my best condition… They’re still by my side but not for the reasons they should… for their selfish reasons… so maybe not having around you people who don’t care makes them at least… honest?”
Sho was sure he could see tears in the other’s eyes. He wanted to do something… to say something but was afraid. So, he remained at his seat, silent, even when he saw the other leaving the room. He wanted to go behind him but the session wasn’t over yet. He had lowered his head when he felt a hand touching his shoulder softly.
“You can go…” it was the doctor.
Sho said nothing more. He jumped from his seat, almost running. He went outside but saw no one. He went out in the small garden, no one. He then ran to their room. He slid the door open. He was there… at his usual spot, looking up at the sky.
“You surely are persistent…”
“I told you I am…” Sho replied as he closed the door behind him.
“So, now what?! You decided to play the role of the psychiatrist yourself?! I didn’t know your kind of addictions could have such an outcome… Interesting, if I may say…”
Sho could distinguish the irony in Masaki’s words but chose to say nothing and move closer. “No, I’m not interested in playing any kind of role…”
“Then what the hell was that lecture?”
“It wasn’t a lecture…” Sho mumbled, his heart clenching again at the hearing of the small tremble in the other’s voice. “It was a confirmation that you’re not the only one with shits around you…”
“And your point is…?”
“It is stupid to give up because of shits…?”
Masaki turned around and looked at the rapper with narrowed eyes. “You know that applies to you, too… You have also given up… Otherwise you wouldn’t need to sniff things just to have fun… you’d be happy…” Sho said nothing in return. “Lost your tongue?!” Masaki said smirking. He made an attempt to move but was stopped. “If you haven’t noticed, I want to be alone…”
“Why don’t we try?”
Masaki frowned. “What?”
“Stop giving up… for a change…”
Masaki was left dumbfounded. He could see it in the rapper’s eyes that he really did mean it.
“There’s no reason for-”
“What if we find one?” Sho cut Masaki’s words off. He kneeled in front of the other man, his eyes locked on the latter’s watery ones. “Together…”
“Cut the crap, Sakurai…” Masaki said between sobbing and yelling, as he tried to leave in vein. “I’m seriously thinking that the damage is worse than I had suspect-” he didn’t have the chance to finish.
Two soft lips had claimed his, making him hush. His mind was screaming that he had to break the kiss. He knew he had to but no matter how much he tried for that, he found himself not only not moving away but also responding, his hands gripping Sho’s sweatshirt in a desperate way as he tilted his head in an attempt to deepen it. He didn’t know the guy for more than a few hours and there he was… kissing him… What was the other’s game? There must have been a game… But even though he was aware of it, why was he so weak against him? Why was he constantly losing control?
Tears had formed in his eyes when Sho broke the kiss and looked directly into them. “I really want to find a reason with you…”
“Why…?” Masaki asked with a trembling voice, his hands still holding on the other.
“I don’t know…” Sho whispered as he wiped Masaki’s tears away, enjoying this closeness. “But what I know for sure is that I do want to find that reason with you…”
TO BE CONTINUED…
A.N. So minna here's a small SA story!!! ^_^ I know it doesn't sound very cheerful but I promise you next part will be way focused on Sakuraiba together and fluff comes along with a happy ending!!! ;)
Dani, here's a small surprise! The fic based on Nino's special you had spoken me of! ^^ I hope it turned out the way you were hoping! :)
I really hope you enjoyed it and as always your comments are <333!!!
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