Lost in Oblivion [TsukiYama]

Prologue

THERE WAS NO TIME.

     Tadashi Yamaguchi paced across his room as he pondered what to do. He wasn't the best at decision making, much less given a critical time like this.

     "Shit shit shit shit," his voice sounded a little louder each word, while his hands formed into fists, half-flailing in frustration.

     He glanced at his watch for a millisecond before having the resolution to change his clothes, grabbed his things and stormed out of his room. His long brown hair was completely a mess, but it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered. Time's running.

     Hearing the loud footsteps, his mom called out: "Tadashi? Where are you off t—"

     "No time. Be right back," he replied hurriedly as he lashed out for his bike. He heard his mom called out once again but his mom's voice seemed inaudible from inside (obviously). He winced a bit as his bruised leg stumbled upon the pedals but again: it didn't matter.

     He trudged down the street, gaining speed although his legs and body were still sore. And that was the worst idea he ever had—biking to his death either because of increasing velocity, or because his body wasn't even in their best condition but he still pushed on, or because he'd probably attract the police officers, or because he'd crash into someone that could probably cause the death of his dignity and most likely himself. Well, he can be an incredible idiot sometimes.

     Yamaguchi fished for his phone, his thumb working on the speed dial—which was obviously a bad idea given the fact that he's driving in an amount of speed that a bicycle shouldn't or normally wouldn't have.

     "Come on, come on, answer your freakin' phone," he muttered which was accompanied by a loud—beeeeeeeeep—and he might as well have thrown his phone off the road in annoyance if not for his money-conscious self.

     Finally reaching his destination, he tried to slow down in a failed attempt. He jumped off his bike, leaving it unattended just outside the airport.

     He rushed towards the glass door, looking around for a familiar blond hair on the departure area. The crowds seemed to have hidden the guy he was looking for, or if not, the guy could've departed minutes ago. Before his hope would've been crushed, he casts his eyes upon the bespectacled blond.

     Tadashi didn't find his voice for a couple of minutes. He was stuck there until the reality and his voice came rushing back.

     "Tsukki! Tsukki! Tsukk—" his voice faltered when he noticed the guy flinched but didn't look back.

     His heart sank. Did his best friend just ignored him? Would he really just go—to wherever place he would—without even explaining everything, or even saying a simple goodbye?

     His legs finally gave up. He slumped onto the floor, watching Tsukishima's back as it disappeared into the crowd heading towards the plane. He stared at nothingness; not realizing he was crying; and not realizing that the guy, who he thought ignored him a while ago, looked back with sadness hidden behind his glasses.