Divergence

I Love You

If I never came into your life maybe you'll be happier...

Or maybe things would have changed if I met you sooner.

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Takemichi then slumps at the wooden floor, even no matter how angry he was he was not rich enough to throw his stuff. Seeing the potential item to be thrown, he hid the coffee table out from his sight.

Clutching locks of his hair, wallowing himself at the bitter taste of alcohol, drowning the emotions of guilt, anger, sadness and all of it, in his heart and in the pits of his acidic stomach for he had no urge to eat for all that he eats will surely be vomited.

He could not take off the scent of blood and gunpowder from his nose... He couldn't forget the pained expression Mikey made.

Possibly he was insane. For he misses the warmth of the one who murdered the one that she loves.

Missing the scent of the one who ruined his life...

He misses those obsidian eyes, that tender yet deep voice calling him out with a nickname, the strength of those calloused hands, the kindness that slowly intoxicates him, those soft fluffy hair and the bright cheery smiles.

He misses every part of Mikey's being at the same time, he hated every part of it.

Perhaps it was due to human nature. He needed someone to blame.

Even when he was partially the one who was at fault. For he blamed it all to luck, even when he was the one who was weak at heart.

Taking a chug out of the can of beer. Takemichi wiped the leftover bitter taste at the side of his mouth.

He mumbled before passing out, "Sorry... Mikey... I'm too weak."

Just like that the day had ended.

Takemichi on the very next day acted as if everything was all right. He smiled to the customers, bow at the people who got mad at his clumsiness, saying sorry and sorry all over again.

Burned at the back of his mind, the silhouette of the man his heart seeks.

At least he wanted to apologize properly for the words that he said. He was the one truly at fault. It was not just a coincidence how he ended up being a slave after all.

He ended up being a slave for he was weak.

He run from his home because he is weak.

He left his old life and dear friends, for he was weak.

Hinata left him because he was no longer the same person.

He ended up being like this.... Ended up cursing and blaming Mikey for he is a weak person.

Yet... Only one person still loved him despite his weaknesses, showed him affection and had seen him as a hero.

Loved him despite of him just being him.

A clumsy crybaby yet loved like a hero.

Takemichi then ends up falling on his knees, dropping the cleaning materials he held. He cried weakly, muffling his wails as he drown in regret.

He ended up hurting Mikey.

He ended up hurting the one that he loves.

Love... All this time... All along... He loves Mikey.

That warm smile... That kindness... That mighty silhouette guiding him. The one who made him felt loved once more.

The one he truly wanted to love the most.

He loves Mikey... That was his answer.

Takemichi stood up from the cold tiled floors as he wipe all the tears from his eyes. He promised to no longer cry.

First, he headed to the place where Hinata died and placed a bouquet of white flowers.

There are things that are more than coincidences... Fates that leads to happiness... Fate that lead him to Mikey.

For he had lost all the love, only to gain it back once more.

He ran back to the place where he left Mikey... Seeing the white haired man with a burned mark on his face, who pointed a gun to his forehead, asking "What the hell do you want?"

"I want to see Mikey." Takemichi gazed straight to that man. Trembling but not faltering.

He was not afraid of a gunpoint... He was more afraid to lose Mikey... He was afraid of the loneliness from losing him.

The man looked at him, staring before sighing as he lowered his gun, "You truly remind me of Shinichiro-san... Oh well, here go to this place... Although its dangerous since he is in midst of a mission."

Takemichi's eyes light up as he smile, "Thank you! Uhm... Your name? Mine is Takemichi, Hanagaki Takemichi."

The man's expression softens a little before going cold once more, "Just call me, Inupi."

"Thank you... Inupi-san." Takemichi then ran out of that place, holding the address close to his heart.

Mikey... I'm heading over there...

So... Please... Can you forgive me...?

I was wrong... I love you....

I really... Really... Love you.

He headed to that place where bullets rained, and the sound of screams where apparent from a distance. He never knew this was the kind of life Mikey had lived through.

But what mattered most to him was to apologize and tell Mikey what he truly feels.

As he walked to that place, he began imagining a future.

Maybe it would be nice if they live together once more.... Know about each other.

Buy stuffs together... Head to different places... Know Mikey's true name... Hold each other's hand.

Love one another... Make each other happy... See the sunlight and moonlight.... Sunsets and dawn.

He wants a lifetime with Mikey.

Even if its just a simple happiness, wherever it is. As long as Mikey is beside him, then he is happy.

Just like that he headed to a room... And what he saw next was....

-To be Continued.