Disclaimer: These fingers were made for typing, and that's just what they do. These fingers were made for typing and they'll type all about you......you know. From my imagination. If I actually owned the people mentioned, they would be making more than music with each other...
Synopsis: I never meant to be the one who kept you from the dark, but now I know my wounds are sewn because of who you are. I will take this burden on and become the holy one, but remember I am human and I'm bound to sing this song.
Comments: IT'S HERE. I finally got a sequel up. I'm honestly a bit mad because I've been too busy at school trying to graduate on time and not having a computer to be able to write. I wanted to have this up a long time ago but life got in the way of it. I've also been going through depression again and it's worse than anything I've ever experienced. It's not exactly fun to think about different ways I'm being murdered or killing myself all day everyday ^^;. Forgive me, please The title is the name of a song I think you ALL should check out (shameless music promoter over here). Lost It All by Black Veil Brides kicked UNTITLED's ass out of my top favorite ballad. XD But yeah, I'm sorry I left you all with that cruel cliffhanger ^^;
P/S: I never said anything about it, but this is supposed to be in the DIVISION era. Anything after this fic, Uruha is going to be referred to as a brunette. ♥
Aoi woke up with a startled gasp, his eyes shooting open and instantly being blinded by the too-bright lights hovering above him. He sat up quickly only to have a wave of dizziness push him back onto the soft cushion under him and after a few moments of getting himself together, he slowly fluttered his eyes open to take in where he was. He was in a hospital room, alive. Confusion threaded its way through his mind as he groaned in discomfort. There was a horrible pressure on his head that wouldn't go away. Why am I here? Not a moment after he had the thought, the memories came flooding back to him and he sighed in both relief and sadness. He ran his hand over his face. He just couldn’t catch a break couldn’t he? Always fucking something up…
Before he could go on another pity party, he shook his head in disapproval and closed his eyes as the light suddenly being too bright for him.
Ugh…someone turn the lights off, he thought.
The raven tried yet again to sit up, taking his time, and took in his surroundings. Crappy food sat on a tray untouched, small tubes biting into his veins to inject him with medication, TV playing "Otokin…" and four men huddled together on one wall sleeping with tear tracks dried on their faces. Instantly recognizing them as his best friends, he was overcome with emotin and tears welled in his eyes at the sight. Reita was half sitting, half lying across the small sofa, Kai's body pressed against him and tucked securely into the blonde’s arms in a protective way, as if he were trying to hold onto him for dear life; Ruki sat in a stiff looking chair with his arms crossed and his head lowered. He couldn’t quite see the small man’s face because he had a surgical mask covering it, but he could see the stains of dark blue where tears had fallen on the mask. Guilt washed over him like a cold rain on a harsh winter day as he starred at the man. God, Aoi felt awful for what he did to him. He had gotten so worked up over something that wasn’t there and probably traumatized the vocalist; he was going to think Aoi did this because of him…
Tearing his eyes away from Ruki, the guitarist turned his attention to the man lying next to him, eyes wide open looking at nothing and balled up on the floor in fetal position shivering.
His heart broke as he took in Uruha’s posture, it almost looked like the world had ended up crashing around him. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable that Aoi wished he could break free of the IV and pull the other male into his welcoming arms, protect him from whatever the sorrow that was haunting him.
And then he realized he was the reason Uruha was like this.
“Uru…..Uruha….” Aoi whispered in a raspy and small voice, almost no sound coming out of his mouth. No response. He called out again, this time his voice cracking painfully at the end and causing the brunette’s hand to fly to his throat to soothe it. At the sound of his voice, Uruha instantly snapped out of his mental trance and gazed at the man in the ugly hospital gown. As if Time itself stopped to stare at the two guitarists, taunting the two and causing an uncomfortable tension, everything felt still as Uruha slowly stood up, his almond eyes never breaking contant with the feline ones. His eyes sported a bright pink hue and his skin was paper white. They were both holding their breaths, completely petrified in each other’s presence, the only noise comming being the dialogue of the tv program playing in the background. How long had it been since Aoi felt like he was being gripped around the neck by dread and terror like this? And surely it had never been this suffocating before.
"You're alive?" the blonde choked out, not sure whether or not he should believe what he was seeing. Aoi let out a painful sob and covered his mouth with his hands and Uruha immediately rushed over and shushed him, telling him not to bother talking while stroking his messy black hair with trembling hands. The younger man’s face was drained of every color except around his eyes, which were a dark grayish-blue.
"I-I'm so fucking sorry!" The blonde completely broke down, the mental state he'd been in for the past few hours taking a toll on him emotionally. He never meant for any of this to happen. Not at all. He thought all he wanted was a chance to be happy, to be reassured that the man in front of him didn't have his life on a leash and that he had complete control over his own emotions and thoughts, but then he realized he was foolish. He was so foolish to look over everything the raven had ever done for him over the past few years, seeing it only as his way of annoyingly trying to prove himself worthy of being with him. Aoi had given him everything he could have hoped to ever have in his life and he took it for granted. He was scum. Uruha wrapped his arms around his lover's torso gently and a loud sob escaped his pretty lips. Aoi felt something sting in his chest, but the pain had nothing to do with his physical condition.
Tears came to his eyes and he smiled at his lost angel, putting his forehead on the blonde’s and just starring at those beautiful, golden eyes. A small smile cracked at the corners of Aoi’s lips as he took the guitarist in his arms and whispered, “That’s all you can come up with, Uru?” Chuckling in between his sobs, appreciating the raven's humor even in this solemn situation, Uruha stroked his cheek and sighed shook his head as if Aoi told a bad joke.
"Uruha?" Aoi tried to get the blonde to calm down enough to try and have conversation, even if just a little, but the other wasn't even paying much attention to him, or so he thought. "Uruh--"
"Don't you e-ever do that again." The emotional threat was said in the most pitiful of tones, but it was also strict and promising. "Don't ever do something like that again," he shifted his head so he could glare at the brunette through tear-filled eyes, his voice shaky but held warning, “or I swear to God I'll kill you myself."
Aoi chuckled and hugged him closer, ignoring the slight pain in his wrist. "Does that mean you still love me?" he asked. "After everything I put you through, you still love me?" The guitarist realized that he was the reason for the blonde's unhappiness. The cause of his heartache, the cause of his frustration, the cause of everything wrong in his life...but he also knew - with a guilty heart - that they were meant to be together. As bad as he was for the other, they were also the source of each other's happiness, self-security, and they gave each other the profound ability to love with all their heart; they were stuck together like glue.
The younger man rolled his eyes and kissed the brunette full on the lips, feeling relief, relaxation, and joy overwhelm him all in that second. After a few moments, the couple pulled away reluctantly and looked each other in the eyes.
"I love you." Aoi whispered, smiling genuinly.
"I love you, too Aoi. I love you so much."