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I Miss You When You're Here	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
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A/N: Thanks to loverofyaoi for their review!
This is from Koujau's POV.
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Koujaku walked along the dark street in silence. His feet moved on their own, as his mind couldn’t be bothered with destination. It was a familiar route, one he’d walked every night for nearly a month now. In truth, it was probably longer than that.
Every night was the same. He’d get off work and drop by the team hang out. They’d joke around for maybe an hour and tell Koujaku about what had been happening that day. He was just like a parent checking on his college kid. When the chit-chat was over and Koujaku could no longer come up with any reason to stay, he would head home. And every night, for well over a month, when he opened the door Sly was there to greet him. Scuffed up and covered in dirt from his latest Rhyme battle with Noiz, or lounging around in nothing but his underwear, it was always Sly.
Over the last month Koujaku had seen Aoba only a handful of times. And when even when he did see him, the fear that he would revert to Sly at any moment had kept Koujaku from touching him. For the last two weeks the only contact he had dared to initiate had been to run his fingers through Aoba’s hair while he slept.
Sly knew that Koujaku would never touch him while he was in control of the body, and he knew that Koujaku wanted Aoba. For weeks, Sly had been teasing him and tempting him, dangling his lover in front of him like a prize, and then yanking him away at the last second. But tonight was the last straw, and Koujaku had finally reached his breaking point. It was no longer a game Sly was playing to pass the time, he was being deliberately cruel to the man who loved his other half.
Koujaku’s body stopped moving and he looked up. Mizuki’s bar. He sighed softly and pushed open the door. There was a chorus of hails as the other people inside saw him. With how much time he’d been spending here recently it wasn’t surprising. The bar was a safe haven of sorts, a place where Ribbers and Rhymers alike could spend an evening hanging out or getting themselves completely toasted. The only rule was that all fights had to be taken outside.
Koujaku had been coming here since before Platinum Jail, but since Sly began to emerge, he’d spent most of his nights here. At first, before he really understood who Sly was, he came here because it was a safe place to drink alone. But one night, he’d confided in Mizuki that Aoba was acting strange. Mizuki had gotten a slightly nostalgic look on his face. ‘Sounds like Sly Blue came back.’
Koujaku had blinked at him in confusion for nearly a minute before Mizuki leaned across the bar and explained what Sly was. An alternate personality that had taken over Aoba during the time Koujaku was off the island. A cruel, sadistic playboy that didn’t care about anyone or anything that didn’t provide immediate enjoyment. Nothing Koujaku knew of Aoba had prepared him to hear the stories Mizuki told.
So, as Sly began to show himself more, Koujaku had gone to Mizuki for help and advice in dealing with him, even if that help came in the form of a shot and a quiet place to think. And tonight, Koujaku desperately needed both.
He waved briefly at the bars other occupants, and seated himself at the bar. Mizuki smiled sadly at him and began making him a drink. Just as Koujaku was about to relax, a green presence took the seat next to him. Koujaku felt his eye twitch. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with this right now.
“Well that sure was fast. Can’t believe you’re done already. You know, they have medicine for that.” The deadpan voice, the jabbing insults aimed right where he knew they would hurt the most.
Noiz. The last person in the entire world Koujaku wanted to see right now. Although, in all honesty, Koujaku never wanted to see Noiz. He restrained the hand that threatened to punch the pierced face, and grabbed the drink Mizuki placed in front of him instead, downing it in a single gulp.
“Why don’t you just go back to your juice, brat.”
Noiz smiled.
“I may be a brat, but at least I can go for more than one round before my back gives out, geezer.”
Koujaku slammed his hands down on the bar and stood suddenly. Silence fell over the building, as everyone turned towards the sound. Taking a deep breath, Koujaku reminded himself not to start anything, not here. He turned towards the door and left the bar without another word. But he knew this wasn’t over.
Sure enough, another set of footsteps sounded behind him as he walked down the street. Once he was a few blocks away from the bar, he turned down a side alley, the steps behind him following.
Without warning, he spun on his heel and slammed his fist into Noiz’s face. That had been the plan anyway. The younger boy was ready for his punch and nimbly sidestepped to avoid it. Koujaku dodged to his right as Noiz aimed for his stomach, and drove his own fist into Noiz’s side. The hit connected, but Noiz didn’t flinch at all. Instead, Koujaku felt his own side burn as Noiz’s shin collided with his ribs.
Punch after punch, kick after kick. Some of them hit their targets, others were dodged or blocked. As the fight went on, Koujaku felt himself losing control of his emotions. He grabbed the front of Noiz’s shirt and threw him to the ground, straddling his chest and pulling his fist back, ready to punch straight through the boy’s face.
“Feel better?”
Noiz’s question brought Koujaku out of the half-dazed state he’d been in, and he stared at the green eyes that watched him. He quickly got off the other boy and sat back against the wall of the alley, pulling out a cigarette. Noiz sat up and continued staring as Koujaku lit the cigarette and took a long drag.
“Since when do you smoke?” The lack of emotion in Noiz’s voice made it difficult for Koujaku to tell if Noiz was simply asking a question, or mocking him.
“I’ve always smoked. Just never around you.” Koujaku wasn’t really in the mood for another verbal battle, so he decided to simply answer the question.
Noiz didn’t reply and a strangely comfortable silence settled over the two. Koujaku continued to smoke his cigarette and Noiz seemed content to just sit and watch him. When the cigarette was almost gone, Noiz spoke again.
“It’s strange. I never would have thought Aoba would strike out this badly.”
Koujaku glanced at Noiz out of the corner of his eye. What was Noiz talking about? What did Aoba have to do with anything?
“What the hell are you muttering about?”
“With such big plans, nobody expected to see you at the bar tonight. So it was weird when you showed up even earlier than normal.”
Koujaku blinked blankly at Noiz as he spoke. Big plans? As Koujaku’s confusion grew he continued to stare at Noiz. A small smile broke out on the pierced face.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t even go home.” When Koujaku didn’t respond, Noiz took the silence as admission. His smile grew. “An entire week of planning, and you stood him up? Poor Aoba must be home crying his eyes out right now.”
Something clicked in Koujaku’s head. He went back through the events of the evening. As the night played back through in his head, one image stood out in his mind. Sly looking up at him from the floor. But it wasn’t Sly, it was Aoba. And the look in his eyes wasn’t disappointment at a spoiled plan, it was fear. Absolute terror.
All the blood left Koujaku’s face as he realized what he’d done. His eyes widened in shock and horror. It hadn’t been Sly. It had been Aoba. The bitter words he had screamed unthinking, echoed in his mind. [What have I done?]
Noiz had been quietly watching as Koujaku put all the pieces together. The look on Koujaku’s face didn’t go unnoticed.
“You fucked up didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know. I didn’t think…” Koujaku’s voice was small, weak, and terrified. “What have I done? What have I done?”
It was like a dam broke inside of him, and Koujaku began to talk. Everything came out. All the pain and stress of the last month, Sly’s cruelty, the fear that Aoba was fading away, everything. Koujaku buried his head in his hands and told Noiz everything. And Noiz never said a word. He just sat there listening as Koujaku fell to pieces.
Nearly an hour later, Koujaku finished speaking and looked up at Noiz. He was still sitting there patiently watching. The only change in his countenance was a slight look of shock in his eyes. A part of Koujaku smirked inwardly at having finally gotten the upper hand on the boy. But another part, a much larger part, could feel nothing but guilt and pain at what he had done. Koujaku smiled sadly.
“Are you going to hit me again?” His voice was flat and emotionless. Noiz’s expression didn’t change at Koujaku’s words.
“I don’t need to. You’re doing a far better job of that than I ever could.” Noiz stood slowly, stretching his legs as he spoke. “I’m leaving.”
As Noiz walked away, Koujaku leaned his head back against the alley wall and his hands fell to his sides.
[It’s over. It’s all over. Aoba will never forgive me for this. Why didn’t I tell him about Sly coming out? Why?]
Over and over, the same thoughts ran through Koujaku’s mind as he continued to sit alone in the alley. He had no idea how long he sat in there in silence. When the idea to move finally occurred to him, he checked the time on his coil. It would be dawn soon. His legs felt stiff as he stood and he stumbled a bit as he began to walk. He turned himself towards home, trying to think of what he was going to say, and praying that Aoba was still there.
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