You're The Last One

Don't Leave Me

The sound of sake bottles clattering echoed through the kitchen. As Ritsu stuffed bottle after bottle into the fridge, a heavy gaze drilled a hole at the back of his head. The brunette ignored it, set to finish the task that was given to him under the scorching heat of the summer sun just to make his life even harder.

Takano must really hate him. After all, even after knowing that he was seriously sick, the man wouldn't even forgive him. If anything, Takano just made him more and more like his maid and servant in one.

"Okay...done..." Ritsu mumbled. He stood up, fixed the crease on his cream colored pants and turned at the door frame. "Takano-san, I'm going."

The dark haired man just stood there quietly staring at Ritsu. Occupying half the space of the door, Takano crossed his arm over his sweating skin. Ritsu looked away, gathered his bag and headed to the only exit of this suffocating heat.

"I didn't force you into doing this," Takano started, using his arm to completely seal the narrow space of the door. It made Ritsu step back, eyeing Takano with a perplexed look. "Is my accepting your apology that important?"

Ritsu didn't even open his mouth. He just raised a hand, trying to remove Takano's arm blocking the way. However, Takano grabbed that weak arm with his other free hand, pulling the brunette closer to his face.

"You know I always stay with my words...I won't forgive you."

"It's alright."

"Yet you still stick to me like this?"

Feeling that Takano's grip on him was finally loosening, it was Ritsu's cue to hurriedly get away. Stepping forward, passing by Takano without even looking, it was too late for the brunette to realize what he did was a wrong move.

A bare foot from Takano intentionally moved forward, putting the brunette off balance. Hands reaching for support, Ritsu ended up grabbing to Takano instead. And what followed was an indescribable air of awkwardness.

"Do you know why I can't forgive you? Because I fucking don't want you to 'rest in peace'..."Takano said, making Ritsu stand properly. A long pause lingered in the midst of their awkwardness before Takano gave a somewhat hurt look in his eyes. "If that's the only thing that could make you struggle to stay...so be it."

Ritsu felt his hands sliding down the chest where he was holding, the sheen of sweat slippery and dangerous.

"You left for me? Why can't you come back for me?"

"It just so happened that I'm sick, Takano-san. Whether we get together or not, will not make a difference..."

It shocked Ritsu beyond words upon feeling hands gently cupping his distorted face. The same hands that Takano used ten years ago lingered back on his skin like a sweet dream. His breath hitched, and he struggled to get away.

"Ritsu...I don't want to see you leave me twice. Please..."