[here is, arguably, the very worst of ugetsu. akihiko tells him to ask and he doesn't. akihiko does half the work for him and asks what happened and where he is, and ugetsu won't tell him. akihiko answers in the first place, and ugetsu wastes it the way he's so good at doing. not, it's worth noting, without understanding what he's wasting; he understands very well, just like every time he's pushed akihiko away before; he understands, perhaps, best of all and always will - this finite permanent part of akihiko that is the same as a classic song played for only one person.
they are neither the brightest venue nor the healthiest, but love still happened.
there was still music.
and it was good.
ugetsu blinks at the curiously blurry perception of his phone on the floor just a touch away from his empty hand and thinks that's very far away indeed.]
Nothing happened.
[ in all this time you've been away, nothing. absolutely nothing. even when they argued, there was probably a part of ugetsu that was almost happy. it's not quite 'glass half full'; it's more, a glass that almost fits in with the other glasses you have but not quite and you use only this one anyway and one day it breaks and the choice has been removed from your admittedly undeserving hands. something like that. for someone who calls other people fragile, ugetsu is no great reference for strength. he's just obstinate. it's different; and everyone who knows him knows that - everyone, being, of course, just akihiko really.
he wonders if he'll come. it's not like the door is locked and it's not like this place doesn't remember him nor the other way around; ugetsu is sure.
in a way, he hopes he does just so ugetsu knows he can still make him do it; in a way, he also hopes he doesn't, so ugetsu knows he's been properly declawed despite his best facades. either would do, probably. both are answers that might hold more finality than strangling himself to let akihiko walk away after demanding he do so, all those nights ago on a street made empty as if it knew there was no room there for anyone but the poorly timed love story, the hands that kissed goodbye because the mouths for once knew better. ]
probably not...they are both gluttons for punishment it seems sob
[here is, arguably, the very worst of ugetsu. akihiko tells him to ask and he doesn't. akihiko does half the work for him and asks what happened and where he is, and ugetsu won't tell him. akihiko answers in the first place, and ugetsu wastes it the way he's so good at doing. not, it's worth noting, without understanding what he's wasting; he understands very well, just like every time he's pushed akihiko away before; he understands, perhaps, best of all and always will - this finite permanent part of akihiko that is the same as a classic song played for only one person.
they are neither the brightest venue nor the healthiest, but love still happened.
there was still music.
and it was good.
ugetsu blinks at the curiously blurry perception of his phone on the floor just a touch away from his empty hand and thinks that's very far away indeed.]
Nothing happened.
[ in all this time you've been away, nothing. absolutely nothing. even when they argued, there was probably a part of ugetsu that was almost happy. it's not quite 'glass half full'; it's more, a glass that almost fits in with the other glasses you have but not quite and you use only this one anyway and one day it breaks and the choice has been removed from your admittedly undeserving hands. something like that. for someone who calls other people fragile, ugetsu is no great reference for strength. he's just obstinate. it's different; and everyone who knows him knows that - everyone, being, of course, just akihiko really.
he wonders if he'll come. it's not like the door is locked and it's not like this place doesn't remember him nor the other way around; ugetsu is sure.
in a way, he hopes he does just so ugetsu knows he can still make him do it; in a way, he also hopes he doesn't, so ugetsu knows he's been properly declawed despite his best facades. either would do, probably. both are answers that might hold more finality than strangling himself to let akihiko walk away after demanding he do so, all those nights ago on a street made empty as if it knew there was no room there for anyone but the poorly timed love story, the hands that kissed goodbye because the mouths for once knew better. ]