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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

Soraru sat opposite Hashiyan and Mafu, his lips pursed. "tell us," Hashiyan prompted, but his lips were curled into a sinister smile, that had Mafu wondering whether the black-haired male already knew what was going on. "you know I entered the hospital because of this, right?" Soraru asks, waving his arm carelessly. The way he puts it was dispassionate, almost detached, even. It was as if he doesn't care about it, at least, not as much as when he was at the hospital, or even in front of his friends. His voice was businesslike, and his eyes were cold, calculating, even as his lips curled into a small smile. Hashiyan just sighs, turning to Mafu. "I forgot to tell you that he is always like this," he says softly, and Mafu turned back to Soraru. This is the real him? this cold, emotionally detached person?

Maybe it's Mafu being naive, but he couldn't believe it.

"don't look so surprised, Mafu," Soraru laughs softly, and played with his sleeves. "it's not your fault you didn't know. I'm just good at what I do," he says, before his eyes flitted upwards to meet Mafu's. "what I wanted to say is- don't come in between me and Suzumu and Lon." the way he laid it out was straight forward, and Mafu blinked. "but you were hurt by-" "-no, shut up, listen to me," Soraru cuts in, and Hashiyan tightened a hand around Mafu's wrist, a silent order for him to stay silent. "look. I wasn't really hurt. It's not the first time they have done this. I just-" he stopped halfway, turning his head towards the window to look at the fountain, where Suzumu and Lon had been sitting just until a half an hour ago. "-just really wanted to.. -what they call this? Rile them up? Break them? I'm not sure," he sighs, and smiles. "I really don't like Suzumu," he says.

"then all that just now-" "-is and will forever be a pretense. I calculated everything, you know? I know how to rile them up, how to break them up, how to make them choose one thing over another, even if they think I'm distraught and all that." Soraru leaned back, heaving out a small sigh. "if only they know, I would have gotten a Noble prize myself!" Hashiyan laughed at that, but Mafu was far too disoriented to even register the humour in the conversation. "don't get it?" Soraru asks, and he got a shake of the head from Mafu.

"all this-" Soraru waved an arm around himself lazily, "-all fake." Hashiyan chuckles lowly, and shook his head. "no, no. Some is fake. Not all." he turned to Mafu, whom look portrays shock and confusion. "he is still your soraru, Mafu," he whispers, but Mafu schooled his face back to indifference. "finish telling me first," he demanded, and Soraru shrugged, splaying his hands wide. "it's simple, really. Anku and I had suffered too much. Suzumu is polluting Lon's mind with lies and deceit, but that is not, in any way, my problem. My only problem," he leans in front with a small smirk, before continuing,"- is just the fact that I like playing with others' feelings and twisting them around, and I like it when Suzumu does something I already had predicted. My only problem is with them making my baby Anku cry just because he has no idea what he had done to receive such treatment." Mafu could not hear, could not register anything after he heard the first sentence. It felt like his brain was sucked out and was replaced with cotton balls.

"you like playing with others' feelings?" he asks, and something darkened in Soraru's eyes, although he smirked. Hashiyan watched their exchange mutely, having already predicted what was going on. "yes." Mafu did not notice the way Soraru's eyes fluttered close, did not realize that the older is preparing himself for what that was going to happen no matter what.

"What about me? Am i just a game to you?" Mafu whispered, and Soraru laughed, a short cruel laugh that had both Hashiyan and Mafu cringing. "it can be whatever you like," was the curt reply, and Mafu felt tears rising to the surface. "was everything a lie?" he continued asking, and Soraru begun to shake his head. "no, not everythin-" "I need time," Mafu finally declares, his eyes meeting briefly with Soraru's before he looked away. Hashiyan watched them, dread already curling in his stomach. "sure." the reply was so flat, so devoid of any emotions that Mafu could only nod, a small dip of his head before he sniffles, grabbing his bag and getting out of the little cafe.

When Mafu left, Soraru buried his face into his hands, his shoulders curving inwards, and Hashiyan's heart lurched for him, even if he watched Mafu's disappearing figure through the window.

a/n : if y'all don't understand the sudden change in srr personality, drop a comment. If the comments are a lot, I'll be doing a special chapter just to explain all this going on.
-aru