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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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- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
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He stood in front of the door for what seemed like an eternity, questions and fears running around his mind. What was waiting for him on the other side of the door? Would it be Aoba, or Sly? Or worse, would they both be gone? He’d spent his entire walk back from the bar thinking of what he was going to say, and by the time he reached the front door, he had exactly nothing. There were simply no words for how he felt right now. But he knew that standing outside the door wasn’t going to solve anything. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, and turned the handle.
The apartment was pitch black. As Koujaku entered, he noticed Aoba’s shoes still by the door. [That’s a good sign, at least.] Turning on a small lamp on a table near the door, Koujaku let out a startled gasp. Aoba was lying on the floor, exactly where he’d been when Koujaku had left, his knees pulled up to his chest.
As Koujaku approached, he could see tear streaks down the boy’s cheeks. Mentally kicking himself for the upteenth time that night, Koujaku knelt down next to Aoba and reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. His skin felt chilled through the thin fabric of the kimono. Koujaku was about to get up to move him, when Aoba’s golden eyes opened.
“Aoba! I’m so glad you’re awake. We need to get you warmed up. You’re going to catch a cold.” Koujaku stood and turned towards the bathroom to get a bath ready.
“What do you care?” The voice pierced him like a dagger. “I thought you wanted me to die.”
Koujaku froze halfway to the hallway. He held back the tears that sprang to his eyes at the harsh words.
“Sly.” Koujaku turned back around, and met the cold gaze. “I really need to talk to Aoba right now…”
“I’m sorry, but the party you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please hang up and try your call again.” Sly’s expression was unreadable as he stood and started towards the bedroom.
“Sly, please…” Koujaku grabbed the boy’s arm as he came near.
“Don’t you dare touch me! Don’t you dare fucking touch me!!!” Sly violently shook off Koujaku’s hand and screamed. He glared up at Koujaku. After a few seconds, he spun on his heel and went to the couch, dropping onto it. Koujaku followed, taking a seat on a chair across from him.
“I-” Koujaku started.
“Not interested.” Sly interrupted immediately. When Koujaku looked at him in shock, Sly smirked and continued. “And I’m not the only one.”
The fear and pain that Koujaku had been keeping at bay since entering the apartment were threatening to overtake him.
“Please, stop…”
“Do you have any idea how awful the last week has been for me? The only thoughts that have been floating around in this numbskull’s brain have been about you and this god damn date night. It was like drowning in an endless sea of sappy drugstore romance, outdated cliches, and love-sick school girl diary pages. It made me want to eat an entire cake just to get away from the sweetness for a while.” Disgust showed prominently on Sly’s face. Koujaku stared at the floor, guilt surging, as Sly continued. “You don’t even have a clue about the lengths he went to, or even why he did it, do you? You didn’t even notice that I haven’t been out for nearly a week! How could you? When you’re not working or out with your lame-ass Rib team, you’re at the bar getting smashed with Mizuki! I mean, the guy’s a good fuck, but he’s not ‘every-night-for-a-month’ good.” The malice dripped from Sly’s words. His smirk turned into a sneer.
Koujaku knew, he knew, Sly was goading him. But he was at the end of his rope, and Sly was being purposely cruel.
“Stop it! Don’t talk to me about how awful your week has been! I haven’t seen Aoba for over a month because you’ve taken over his entire life! I don’t care if you were in control of his body for several years. It’s not your body to be in control of! It belongs to Aoba! You’re not…”
“I am Aoba! I’m his hate, his fear, his despair, his desire. I’m the embodiment of everything he is that he tries to hide from the world. The deepest, darkest parts of himself. The only reason I was in control for as long as I was is because his stupidly naive mind couldn’t handle the reality of what was happening around him. When he can’t handle his own emotions, I have to take the reigns so he doesn’t destroy his own mind! I’m not some sort of parasite intent on killing him, I’m a part of him! Just like your tattoos are a part of you. You may not like them, and they might be an awful reminder of a past you’d much rather forget, but they are still a part of you. And Aoba accepted that part, risking his own sanity in the process. He didn’t tie you down and take sandpaper to your skin, trying to erase the parts of you that didn’t mesh with the perfect image of you he had in his head!!! So don’t sit there and scream and beg for me to give you your boyfriend back. I’m standing right here!!! Don’t whisper your sickening words of love to him as you slide a knife across my throat. If I die, then Aoba dies!”
Sly had risen to his feet, and was standing with his hands clenched in fists at his side, breathing heavily. Koujaku continued to stare at the floor, his mind reeling from the shock and force of Sly’s words.
“Hmph…”
Koujaku felt rather than saw Sly leave and head towards the bedroom. A few moments later, he returned, dressed in his usual jeans and tee-shirt. Without a word, he began to put his shoes on. Koujaku jerked back to reality.
“Where are you going?” There was a slight panic in his voice.
Sly made no indication that he’d heard him and reached for the door handle.
“Sly!” The panic was much more evident as Koujaku rose from his seat.
“I’m going out. If you follow me, you will never see Aoba again.” Without even bothering to turn around and confirm that Koujaku understood him, Sly opened the door and walked out, the door closing slowly behind him.
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He was livid. Furious. And it was all because of this weirdly possessive feeling he had for his other half. He hated the other Aoba, didn’t he? Wasn’t he the reason all the fun stopped? Hadn’t he tied him down and repressed him, refusing to let him out for fear of what he would do? So why was he so mad? Why did the thought of Aoba in tears make him want to break in someone’s skull?
His heart rate sped up as his mind raced. He needed to calm down. He needed to clear his head. He needed to escape from the confusion of his current reality. He needed to Rhyme. A smile broke out across Sly’s face. He knew exactly where to go.
It took him less than 20 minutes to get to the Ruff Rabbit hang out. It looked like the entire team was there, most of them passed out on various couches and spread out on the floor. The ones who weren’t out cold flinched back in fear when they saw Sly enter, but Sly didn’t care about them. They were nothing but small fry. Cannon fodder.
“Where is he?” The harsh edge in Sly’s voice made it clear that not answering was not an option.
Too scared to form proper words, one of the Ruff Rabbit members simply pointed at the ceiling, indicating the second floor. Smirking, Sly ascended the steep stairs and headed for the bedroom at the end of the hall.
It was unlocked and opened without a sound. Sly slipped inside and closed the door behind him. In the dim predawn glow, he could just make out the shadowy form of the boy lying on the bed. He quickly crossed to the bedside, and climbed up, straddling its sleeping occupant. Leaning down until his lips were a mere hair’s breadth away from the pierced ear, he whispered gently.
“Noiz. Noiz. Come out and play.”
Noiz stirred when he felt the breath on his face. He turned and looked at Sly, looming over him with a half crazy smile on his face. The green eyes blinked a few times, confirming the image. When he finally spoke, his words were not the ones Sly was expecting.
“So which one are you?”
Sly froze and his smile fell from his face. But his shock was only momentary. Realizing that either someone had told him, or the boy had figured it out on his own, Sly decided to simply go along with it. He leaned down even further and buried his face in Noiz’s neck, nipping at the collar bone.
“The fun one.” Sly continued biting at Noiz’s neck as his hands moved to the front of his shirt.
“Does Aoba know you’re doing this?” Noiz’s flat voice grated Sly’s nerves.
“Who cares? I want to have fun, and you’re going to play with me.” Having dealt with the pesky tie, Sly began to work on the buttons of Noiz’s shirt.
“Not gonna happen. I don’t feel like playing with you.” Noiz turned onto his side, pulling his shirt out of Sly’s hands.
The blatant rejection shocked Sly more than Noiz’s knowledge of his existence had. No one had ever rejected him before. At least, not before Aoba had started dating Koujaku. Now it seemed like he was being rejected left and right. It was annoying. He grabbed Noiz’s shoulder and forced him back onto his back, golden eyes boring into green.
“Fine. Since you won’t play with me, you can play with him instead.”
The gold eyes changed slightly as Sly sat up, resting his weight on Noiz’s hips. After a few moments, they grew wide, taking in the scene before them.
“Noiz? What…? Why…?” Aoba’s voice trembled slightly in fear as he looked at the disorderly state of Noiz’s clothes and noticed his own positioning. But Noiz was faster on the mental draw. Realizing what happened, he replied to the questions Aoba hadn’t quite formed.
“Nothing happened. Your little alter ego just woke me up is all.”
Aoba wasn’t sure he believed Noiz’s words, but hearing them calmed him down slightly. Then the events of the evening came back to him. Fresh tears began to well up in his eyes. He tried to control them, he really didn’t want to cry again. But the emotions he was feeling were still too raw, and he couldn’t keep it in. The tears slid down his cheeks silently. He closed his eyes, willing them away.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on the back of his head pulling him closer. He fell gently forward, resting his head on Noiz’s chest. The gesture broke the last little bit of resolve Aoba had and he began to sob. He clenched the fabric of Noiz’s shirt in his hands and let the tears come. Noiz placed his hands on Aoba’s back awkwardly, sighing softly.
“This is the last time I play therapist for you two.”
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