Niji {Mahiro×Reader}

Chapter 10- Broken

I was sitting in bed, using my phone, burning my eyes away. 9.45pm. 45 minutes to lights out.

It was sudden, but I had received a phone call from a certain redhead. Finding no reason to decline, I picked it up, only to be met with silence, and then a hesitant hello.

"Hello. " it was unsurprising to me that my voice turned out coarser than the rocks in sand, but it seemed to shock the guitarist on the other end of the line.

"Ah, hey! I was wondering, how are you?"

"No comment. "

Silence.

"Are you... Alright? You seem a little down. "

I could tell that when he meant "a little", he was saying it as an understatement.

"No comment. "

Silence.

"How are you and Ma-"

"No. Comment. "

Silence.

"I'm sorry for bringing this up, but I have to know. He's not being himself anymore and-"

"How does this concern me?"

"Surely you know he's breaking apart because he's trying to hold himself away from you?"

I blinked.

"You're jesting. "

"I'm not. "

"You most definitely are. Look, if you're calling to make me spend more money over this call, I'd rather you text me, at least I respond to my messages unlike a certain someone else. Thank you. "

I hung up, and set down my phone. My hands were shaking. My voice probably was as well. I felt a vibration from the mobile device, and held it up again.

A message from Mitsuki. Man this guy was persistent.

Hey _____. I hope you can talk to me about this situation. I really want to help both you and Mahiro.

I texted back.

I don't know if you can.

Then, I turned off the phone, and checked it onto the bedside table, before sliding under the sheets, pulling the blanket over more, and shutting my eyes, to let the sound of the phone vibrating on the table be the last thing I heard before dozing off.

[Mitsuki's POV]

Honestly! Both of these people were hopeless. I had been walking around at a park outside the hotel, trying to cool myself down and think of something I could do. He wouldn't admit that he was tearing himself apart, and the lady seems like she's hit rock bottom.

I stepped through the automated doors of the hotel entrance, surprised to see that Mahiro was at the bar, alone, drinking a glass of wine while staring out the window. He didn't do that often. I took the opportunity to slide into the seat next to his.

"Hey bud. "

He jumped a little, but otherwise, didn't really respond.

"You alright?"

I honestly hoped the alcohol had gotten to him. His glass seemed 3/4 empty, and the bottle was around half emptied too.

He merely shook his head and gave a sad smile. Stubborn even when drunk. Sheesh.

"You shouldn't drink too much. You don't want a hang over tomorrow do you? It's our travelling day but we should still keep ourselves in our best conditions, yeah?"

He downed whatever remained in his glass and poured himself another. Not uttering a word.

I couldn't handle trying to beat around the bush anymore. It was clearly not the way to go.

"Why are you treating ____ this way?"

"What way?"

Finally he opened his mouth. The stench of alcohol lingered. Yet his words didn't seem slurred in anyway at all.

"You're completely ignoring her. You're not just breaking yourself apart, you're breaking her too. "

"Better for both of us in the long run. "

He finished the current glass, and I placed the bottle out of his reach before he could grab it.

"This is expensive and good stuff. We'll share it after the tour final. "

"Oi. Give it back. "
He reached out for it, but I held him back. Thank god he was shorter than me.

"Wake up. Do what you think is best for you and her. What you're doing now is most definitely not it. There are other cases of bandmen having spouses- I mean, look at Takemasa! He's announced his marriage, and sure, many have turned their backs, but it hasn't affected us that badly!"

"He took a risk, and he nearly missed. I'm not going to take this risk. "

"Do you see _____ as a friend, or more than that, Mahiro? If you're just friends, honestly, I don't think the fans would bother. And I don't think you would, too. "

He remained quiet, looking back at the window.

"I don't know. "

I tried to see what he had been seeing outside the window. The stars and moon were shining brightly, like diamonds glittering away in the dark veil of night.

"Do you miss her?"

"I don't know. "

"Are you okay with this?"

"I don't know. "

Oh, I was so done with this.

"Try to be sober up, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Think about it. "

I stood up and left after that. Honestly, those two needed to think things through.

[Mahiro's POV]

Those questions hit hard. As if I wasn't already longing for a chance to just see her, reminiscing those beautiful nights with her, those questions seemed to grip on to me, refusing to leave me alone.

I left the bar, trying to get her out of my mind. The alcohol, which was helping at first, was doing the very opposite.

I slammed the hotel door shut after entering my room, letting out a scream. Thank god these walls were soundproof. The questions resurfaced in his head, causing it to hurt.

Do you see her as a friend, or more than that?

"I don't know. "

I lean on the walls, closing my eyes, trying to hold in the pain I felt.

Do you miss her?

"I don't know. "

The pain was so much more excruciating.

Are you okay with this?

The pain was bursting now, and I collapse onto the floor.

No. I wasn't okay with any of this. But I'm going to hold on, because...

Because? Was there a reason? Yes. Was it valid? Yes. What was it? For both of our safety and happiness. But it clearly wasn't working out.

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author's note

Hey! Sorry for the late update! I wasn't happy with the pace of the story, so I'm redoing the following parts, and so, the updates will be slower, I'm sorry!!

Hope you enjoy the rest of the series!