Future!AU series: You loved him. So did I.
For Aggychu 
nonartisan, who I haven't caught on Y!m in days. And from who I am stealing this format. I need a title. Damn.
You loved him. So did I.
Yukimura Seiichi, unnamed female character.
"He's only human, you know," Seiichi begins, reaching over to firmly clasp her hand in his. He expects her to pull her hand away, instead, her palm fits snug in his and the look in her eyes makes him think of the word 'calm', even if 'sad' follows shortly thereafter. "He gets scared. Makes bad decisions."
She doesn't stir at first, her fingers loosely curled over his own. Her chin is cradled in her other hand, the fingers there scooped in, foreknuckles hiding against her mouth.
It hits him then, sudden and strange; she's actually handling this well.
Oh, Genichirou. His thoughts turning to the one who should be sitting where he's sitting, holding the hand that he's holding. You mucked this one up.
She leans back against the sofa, and her eyes turn sideways to watch the traffic go by. "It's not that I'm angry," she begins most cautiously. "You two have a history. I came after. There's a world of difference in-between." The glass is fogged up. Rain will turn to snow soon, he predicts. Just a few more weeks and they'll all need knit caps and mittens.
"You just didn't expect me to be there," he supplies, one hand tracing the moisture from his frap. "Or that he'd feel something still."
Her fingers steeple and her expression crumples, but in three blinks she recovers. Almost. "He never talks about you. About any of you." She murmurs, shifting hands, the warmth of her palm leaving his. It's her mouth this time, hiding against the flat of her fingers just before the knuckles themselves. "It's like life with you and all your other friends is something I'm not allowed to know." The other hand comes up, mimicking it's twin before she shifts, one more time, hand now cupped, covering all but her eyes and cheeks.
"Would it be better if he did? If he told you?" He ventures and the meaning of his words is not lost to her. Would you have let uncertainty slide, knowing he'd loved a man before you? Would things have turned out any different from how they've turned out now?
"I can't say." She admits and he smiles, grateful for the truth.
The sunshine is painfully bright outside, and the wind picks up, scattering someone's newspaper pages.
"He loves you a lot, you know." He murmurs, rising. The familiar weight of his satchel coaxes him to sit back down, but he knows he has to go. "He wants to marry you. That says a lot."
He turns, and pauses only when he hears her shift, turning his head around to see her watching him, small hands braced on the backrest. "I didn't think he'd be the type to be afraid of anything." The words are flimsy, and he knows she plans to push through with it. To go to the apartment to collect her things.
He smiles half-heartedly. "Genichirou is, and has always been, afraid of losing." He says simply, and turns to walk away.
nonartisan, who I haven't caught on Y!m in days. And from who I am stealing this format. I need a title. Damn.You loved him. So did I.
Yukimura Seiichi, unnamed female character.
"He's only human, you know," Seiichi begins, reaching over to firmly clasp her hand in his. He expects her to pull her hand away, instead, her palm fits snug in his and the look in her eyes makes him think of the word 'calm', even if 'sad' follows shortly thereafter. "He gets scared. Makes bad decisions."
She doesn't stir at first, her fingers loosely curled over his own. Her chin is cradled in her other hand, the fingers there scooped in, foreknuckles hiding against her mouth.
It hits him then, sudden and strange; she's actually handling this well.
Oh, Genichirou. His thoughts turning to the one who should be sitting where he's sitting, holding the hand that he's holding. You mucked this one up.
She leans back against the sofa, and her eyes turn sideways to watch the traffic go by. "It's not that I'm angry," she begins most cautiously. "You two have a history. I came after. There's a world of difference in-between." The glass is fogged up. Rain will turn to snow soon, he predicts. Just a few more weeks and they'll all need knit caps and mittens.
"You just didn't expect me to be there," he supplies, one hand tracing the moisture from his frap. "Or that he'd feel something still."
Her fingers steeple and her expression crumples, but in three blinks she recovers. Almost. "He never talks about you. About any of you." She murmurs, shifting hands, the warmth of her palm leaving his. It's her mouth this time, hiding against the flat of her fingers just before the knuckles themselves. "It's like life with you and all your other friends is something I'm not allowed to know." The other hand comes up, mimicking it's twin before she shifts, one more time, hand now cupped, covering all but her eyes and cheeks.
"Would it be better if he did? If he told you?" He ventures and the meaning of his words is not lost to her. Would you have let uncertainty slide, knowing he'd loved a man before you? Would things have turned out any different from how they've turned out now?
"I can't say." She admits and he smiles, grateful for the truth.
The sunshine is painfully bright outside, and the wind picks up, scattering someone's newspaper pages.
"He loves you a lot, you know." He murmurs, rising. The familiar weight of his satchel coaxes him to sit back down, but he knows he has to go. "He wants to marry you. That says a lot."
He turns, and pauses only when he hears her shift, turning his head around to see her watching him, small hands braced on the backrest. "I didn't think he'd be the type to be afraid of anything." The words are flimsy, and he knows she plans to push through with it. To go to the apartment to collect her things.
He smiles half-heartedly. "Genichirou is, and has always been, afraid of losing." He says simply, and turns to walk away.