Gone (HQ yaoi fanfic) (hiatus)

Gone

Akaichi: I've decided that from now on, I will dedicate every story I have to any of my followers :D just to give back something to you for making me happy with your support :) this one is dedicated to @MysterousGirl, my latest follower. Hey girl, I love your pic <3 I looove DN Angel *winks*

thanks guys. stay awesome! ;)

PS: Wish I could dedicate for my non-followers too :( *sighs ~

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You wouldn't know exactly what you had until it's gone.

That's what Tsukishima felt when he lost Yamaguchi. His best friend. The guy who had been with him almost all the time. The shy freckled boy who admired Tsukishima so much.

If only he had been more, what, sensitive? Aware? Suspicious? -- he doesn't even know -- Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't lost Yamaguchi.

Now that Tsukishima think about it, he realized it all started when he and Yamaguchi joined the Karasuno Volleyball Club. When the guy went to Shimada Makoto-san to teach him the jump float serve. When Yamaguchi started hanging out and talking to him lesser than usual. When the times that he comes over to Tsukishima's diminished.

He should have noticed.

He should have known by then that Yamaguchi was slowly drifting away from him.

But he had been so busy. What's with the school and club activities. Being in the college prep class is not a walk in the park -- Yamaguchi should know this because he's in college prep class too -- then there's the club practices that is more than enough to wore him out every single day. And honestly, the idea of losing Yamaguchi never crossed his mind. The guy is very much attached to him he was hardly seen without the other beside him. It seemed almost like impossible to separate them. But that was then.

And now, it's been eight years since Yamaguchi Tadashi left.

Eight miserable years without Yamaguchi. Without his weird but adorable freckles, his frequent "Tsukki's" (which Tsukishima missed the most to be honest), his quirks, his odd fascination to saggy french fries, his smile, his laugh, his warmth.

He missed his friend so much. But he didn't cry (hell, no). However, he can't deny the sudden pain in his chest whenever he see Hinata and Kageyama happy together, being obliviously sweet and all. He can't help himself think about the "might have been's", the "what if's" and Yamaguchi.

If only Yamaguchi didn't leave, Tsukishima is sure as hell they'll be like Hinata and Kageyama too.

He sighed. His left elbow on the table, his chin resting on his knuckles. His strawberry shortcake left untouched. This is how he spends his usual night in the past eight years. Dull, boring, tedious.

And hours of thinking about Yamaguchi, obviously. Like just now.

He leaned back on his seat and stared at the ceiling of the coffee shop he is in right now. He just got off from his work and he doesn't feel like going home in his lonely house yet. Yes, house. He can't even call it his home. His home had been long gone.

I wonder where Yamaguchi is now.

Is he doing well?

Did he finish college?

Did he made friends? But knowing Yamaguchi's shy and awkward attitude, he maybe made only a few.

Is he happy?

Is he... thinking about me too?

He heard the ding of the coffee shop's bell signaling that a customer entered (or exited). But he isn't paying attention. He's busy thinking about Yamaguchi.