"Words As Weapons" A Sarumi Fanfic

False Hope

~Misaki's POV~ 

"H-Hn...?" I slowly begin to open my eyes, sun beating down from a-for some reason- cracked open window. I look over and grab for my PDA off the night stand. In bright numbers it says it's 8:36...What woke me up so early? I sit up and stretch in nothing but my red briefs, while I lazily get up and head to a room opposite of mine. I open the door cautiously as if, if I were to open the door too quickly I'd wake a light sleeper on the other end. No...there's no one on the other side. I was met with the cold reality.

He's not there. 

No one's been there for a long time now.

Not since he ditched-no- not since I drove him away. 

Mikoto told me before he died. He told me the whole truth about Saru...The real reason why he left. A mix of things. In reality, I realized I was the real traitor in the whole mess. I left Saru behind...I was so caught up in Mikoto I didn't realize how it was affecting my best friend... 

"Saru...stupid IDIOT! Who the fuck do you think you are!? Why didn't you just tell me in the first god damned place!? W-why... " I felt my legs too weak to hold myself up anymore. I sank to the floor in his old doorway. Many nights would I end up leaving my own room to come here just to feel the safety of his presence. 

Not anymore...

It's empty now.

I drove him to the Damn Blues...All because he wanted me to somehow notice he was still there. All because I ignored him... 

I sobbed helplessly gripping onto the door frame like my life depended on it. After what seemed like hours of just crying my heart out, I finally got up and headed to the bathroom, which was my original destination in the first place. I make my way to the tall shower and move the glass door to turn the water on. I drop the only article of clothing I have on to the floor and kick them into the basket next to the sink. and step in the shower. 

Shit the warm water felt nice. In the dead of winter even in a heated house, warm water always felt amazing. Fatass is going to be calling the PDA soon I know it, he always does around this time wondering where I am. He's done that everyday since Mikoto-san's death. They worry about me but I can take care of my own damn self. 

I twist the water off to be met with the ringing of-of course- my PDA. I sigh and curse to myself as I answer. I head to my room and Kamamoto yells at me some more. "Yata-san! Are you alright? Where are you?" 

"What the fuck fatass?! I just got out of the fucking shower calm down jeez. You don't have to keep calling me everyday it's been 2 years now idiot." Instead of wearing shorts, I know it's colder than usual so I dress in loose jeans and search my dresser for a shirt. I pull out a random one and look at it. In that moment my heart almost stopped beating completely. It was one of Saru's old T's that looked like he deliberately placed there cause it was folded. 

Hope.

Not a lot but just enough...

I slip that on too along with a light jacket and I remember Kamamoto is still there, he's yelling at me again. "Shut it fatass. I'll be there when I get there alright!?" He responds almost scared and he hangs up. 

Finally.

I grab my skateboard and head out. I didn't lock the door, there's no need to honestly. I get about a quarter way to the bar when I see a familiar sight. 

Hope.

Maybe...

Nope.

It is Fushimi in the flesh but, once he saw me he looked at me for a moment. I awaited the embarrassing name he taunts me with every time he sees me. However, it doesn't come. He looks away, coldness in his eyes. 

False Hope kills you a little inside....

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My first ever fanfic is in process! I'm not sure if I liked the way I started but...it'll do! Should I continue?