𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

(xviii) fission

fission (n.)

fis·​sion | \ ˈfi-shᵊn  , -zhᵊn \

by definition: a splitting or breaking up into parts.

-•-•-•-

takashi miya was on his death bed.

and he hadn't yet announced an heir. because his son hadn't made a choice.

when osamu wasn't with him at the hospital, he was with you.

osamu miya had stayed and delayed.

he delayed his original purpose so he could sleep and wake up next to you and feel you love him for just a little while longer.

because you might've fallen first but he fell so much harder.

you were insanely intelligent and you had a terrible sense of humour and you had goals and dreams. it was terribly unfortunate that both your dreams were aligned yet contradictory of one another.

your family had tailor-made you to be likeable, but osamu found that it was easy to love you too.

but he didn't expect to fall in love, considering he met you so he could ruin you. and regrettably, you were never meant to last even though he now found himself wishing you could.

his ploy to use you to get information out of you had ended. he had got what he wanted, even if it had somehow cost him a shred of his humanity.

"what do you want, samu?", the hostile voice on the other end of his phone belonged to his twin.

osamu took a deep breath. he closed his eyes. he had never hesitated like this. he suddenly felt his eyes prick, clenching his jaw as his head hung low.

he didn't expect that he'd feel so trapped when the time came.

"samu?", atsumu's voice showed a barely audible hint of concern as he waited for his brother to speak up, "why are you calling?"

"i'm...", osamu let out a huff of air and sucked it up out of sheer spite. he was going to do this.

he loved you so much.

but he didn't love you enough to walk away from everything he'd ever worked for. he wished it wasn't so difficult. he wished he'd never loved you at all.

"tsumu, i'm calling to inform you that i will be appointed as CEO in a few hours."

he hung up just in time to see a text from you. his heart sank. because sooner or later, you'd know what he'd done.

'come see me at the palace hotel tonight. it's important.'

it was your fault, really, he told himself. how stupid were you to trust him in the first place?

-•-•-•-

your mind was distracted today at work.

because you had news. you needed to tell osamu something important- and you really didn't know how he was going to react.

you were sitting in the vice president's office when you saw a familiar looking man standing at the reception.

you were sure you knew him, but it felt difficult to place him.

you watched as he walked into your mother's office, with a nearly smug expression on his face.

"what is the miyas' lawyer doing here?", the assistant that entered the office asked you, a little nervous about her query being out of line.

and your eyes widened. this was yukie's dad. you'd seen him at the hospital last month. your curiosity increased, along with an underlay of unease.