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Heart
By : Reist
Category: +S to Z > Viewfinder
Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, I do not make any profit from this story.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, I do not make any profit from this story.

Warnings: Angst.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito

Chapters: 1/3

Summary: The heart breaks apart.

Notes: Hello readers. I will give you two parts of this story now. I’ll try to get the final part out later. I was sitting here and for four days I didn’t write anything. Today is the first day for four days since I wrote. This came out of it. I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think.

The sun was bright as people stood there. No one knew the damage done. No one knew the pain. One step in front of the other. He knew nothing either. His heart was ripped out of his chest, bleeding for the world to see. His eyes only held coldness but if someone looked close they would see a tear or two, maybe more. His body lacked what it once did. His soul drowned in darkness. One stupid mistake that made his world span. He walked the same path as he did every day at this time. He tried to keep his chin up but it was hard. He glanced to his watch, remembering memories. It has been two months. His feet carried him to the place that he swore to stop coming to. He moved around bushes. He didn’t care that his shoes had caked mud on them. He finally came to a stop, looking down. He saw the woman standing there, but he said no words to her.

“Who are you?”

The same question that has been asked for two months straight. No answer came from his lips. He always had answers to questions but this one simple question, he didn’t. It wasn’t his place. He had no right. He glanced to the watch again. It hit four o’clock. He knelt with lilies in his hand. He laid them there.

“Who are you?”

For a change, he looked at the small woman. Her eyes were dull and he could see the sorrow in them. It ate at his soul again. He failed. He closed his eyes, trying to push away the emotions that he taught were nothing but foolish. Yes, they were. He was living proof of it. So many foolish emotions ran through him. He felt the soft touch on his arm. His eyes opened to see the woman staring at him, trying to figure him out. He spoke, “I am no one.”

“You are someone or you wouldn’t be here.”

NO RIGHT!

He gave a small smile to the woman, removing her hand. He looked down to see the lilies blowing softly by the warm breeze. He had nothing else to say. He didn’t do talking. This crime was something no one could reveal. He stepped away, ready to carry on his day.

“Love.”

He stopped in his steps as he heard that word. His hands curled into fists as his heart was ready to escape his chest once again. He felt the water run down his face. He whispered, “Love is foolish.”

“Love makes a person.”

He glanced back to see those eyes dead set on him. He walked away. He was here longer than he thought he would be. He went the same path back. In twenty minutes, he got where he was going to lose. He went inside, up the stairs, ignoring the stares. No one knew anything. Neither did he. He opened the door and stepped inside. He poured himself a drink and sat down. Tears finally fell. He hasn’t cried in years. To be honest, he doesn’t ever remember crying in his life. He was taught to be something else. He was trained this way: to be cold. He pulled out his weapon and set it down. Why did it happen? Why couldn’t he toss it away liked he did with so many others?

Love makes a person.

It was foolish but he didn’t expect anything different. He could see where he got it from. He closed his eyes as he swallowed down his drink. It burned his throat the way it should. The tears were all together for a different reason. He kept his eyes closed as he ran his finger over his weapon.

‘I… L…’

What was he going to say that morning? Those eyes only read sadness. They held fear in them too. Why didn’t he see it? Why didn’t he stop the other? The crime was his sin. He failed horribly. He slammed down his glass on the table and poured himself another drink. Tears dried up as he felt the burn. He looked at his weapon once again. He wasn’t the type to end his own life. Then again, he never felt like this. He wondered what was the other trying to tell him that morning. He should have listened. It was the last time he saw that fire, that light. It didn’t rain. It wasn’t gloomy. It was bright and sunny, warm and fuzzy. Still he was drowning his sorrow. He was lost and it made fury lived in him. He was never lost before. He always knew what he wanted and he did whatever it took to get it. Sadly, this time, there was nothing to get what he wanted.

“The mighty has fallen.”

His eyes turned away from his gun to the young woman standing there. Her eyes held darkness, his world. He turned away, staring at the gun. Her finger ran across the gun and he poured himself another drink.

“Underworld shows no love.”

“True.” He responded.

“Still the greatest leader fell.”

“Love is foolish.” He retorted as he drowned the drink again.

“He wouldn’t have thought so.” She whispered sadly.

“Why are you here?” He asked, closing his eyes. He wanted to be alone, away from his duties, away from everything.

“Why are you here?”

The question only asked back. He asked, “Do you wish me gone?”

“It should have been you, not an innocent.”

“True.” He answered as he poured another drink.

She leaned down, whispering, “Blood is pouring. Death has came and stole so much, my dark husband.”

“Leave.” He ordered.

“You loved him.”

It was a statement not a question. He once again poured a drink. He chuckled darkly as he knew it was the truth. He turned his eyes to the woman who stood by his side since they were eighteen. He spoke, “It should have been you they robbed from me.”

“If it was, blood would not rain. For there is nothing in me.”

He listened to her high heels walk across the room and the door slamming shut. He leaned back in his seat. He raised his glass, whispering to the foolish emotion called love, “Akihito.”
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Heart	By : Reist Category: +S to Z > Viewfinder Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, I do not make any profit from this story.

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