Shartos Drabbles and Oneshots

Is This The End? Part Two

Sharrkan sat at the bar, his head in his hands and a few empty glasses in front of him. How could he have been so stupid? He'd asked himself a hundred times already. How could he have let Yamuraiha convince him that that was ever a good idea? How had he not heard Alois from down the hall? How could he live with himself after seeing that look on Spartos' face? 

He wasn't surprised when he woke up the following day and found neither Spartos or Alois there. Quite a few of their belongings were gone as well. He wasn't surprised, but damn did it still hurt. He had cried. Cried until his throat hurt, his eyes burned, and his head pounded. Though he didn't know where they'd be staying, he supposed it was a good thing. He wouldn't be able to face him. However, he knew he wanted to talk to him about it. He needed to. Their marriage relied on it. Or, what was left of it, anyway. He wasn't sure where they were at this point. He only knew that Spartos hadn't answered any of his texts or calls. 

He deserved it, he knew. For breaking his heart like that. He knew he deserved not having Alois either. How could he? He'd neglected his own son- couldn't even hear him crying. It seemed everyone had been doing a lot of that lately.

A hand on his back snapped Sharrkan from his little pity party. He looked over to find Sinbad, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Wanna tell me what happened?"

"No." Sharrkan croaked, downing another drink. "You'll hate me too."

"Spartos quit his job. Ja'far's told me he refuses to speak to anyone but him, and Alois. He's hardly left the house, and when he has, it's only been to buy more diapers and bottles and baby food. He's living in a different, one-bedroom apartment across town. And now I find you like this. What happened?"

Sharrkan blinked and looked up at him, his stomach queasy and feeling like he might throw up. "Spartos quit?"

Sinbad nodded, taking a seat on the stool beside him. "Called up the other day and said to find another tattoo artist. He couldn't face some of us any longer. Wonder why that is-?"

"I.. cheated on him. With Yamuraiha. And he walked in on us."

Saying it out loud made it only that much worse. His chest and stomach felt flooded with angry elephants and crocodiles. His drink suddenly didn't look so appetizing and he felt ready to puke. Instead, he tried hard to choke back more sobs.

To his great surprise, Sinbad rubbed his back gently. He glanced at him, forgetting about not crying and letting a few tears fall over his face.

"It's okay." Sinbad spoke, and Sharrkan was shaking his head already.

"No. No, it's not okay. I.. I cheated. I broke his heart. I.. you didn't see his face, Sin. I really hurt him. And I just.. God, I fucked up."

"You made a mistake. It happens. Do I agree with what you did- and with? No. But slip ups happen. You and Spartos have never really hit a tough spot in your relationship." He pursed his lips slightly. "Although I don't think cheating would be the best way to come across the first time. But, I'm sure if you just talk it out with him.. he'll take you back."

"No. No he won't. He.. I hurt him. And all while Alois was crying in his room. It's bad, Sin. I don't.. I don't think we can fix it."

"Do you want to fix it? Do you still want him?" 

"Of course I do!" 

"Then sitting here moping and feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to do anything. Spartos is a very forgiving and understanding person."

"But how do you 'understand' sleeping with your friend?"

"Well, maybe he won't understand that bit. But.. he'll take you back. I'm sure. Just go apologize to him, beg if you have to. Don't give up on your family. On your happily ever after."