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Broken [H.Ran]

He’s kneeled in front of the door, half-naked.

A tear-stained face, a broken vase, and a broken heart.

Ran found himself drowning in his tears.

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

I love you

Ran kept a straight face while murmuring out, I love you’s.

He thought that maybe if he said it a million times, you’ll come back and tell him ‘I love you too’.

But he was wrong. The damage has been done.

He's just fooling himself that you'll come around running in his arms again.

But can he blame you? Of course not. His heart is hurt, yet he knows yours is broken.

broken, you, ran, relationship, love, vase, heart, broken, broken, broken.

He can’t sleep. He refuses to. It is so hard sleeping when he keeps dreaming of you only to wake up feeling so broken. The dark lines under his eyes are proof of how much power you have over him.

But how did love die when the both of you didn’t even have it started?

Ran’s mouth tasted acidic from the hunger of missing you.

—

He had always hated the way you speak. It sounded so robotic. It was like your words were scripted. He absolutely hated it. It wasn’t love. It was hate. Yes, right, it was hate.

But was it really hate when he kept wanting to hear it? When he can always detect your mood despite how toneless you sound? Was that really hate?

abhor, hate, detest

He thinks all of that, but in reality, your name alone drives him to tears like crazy.

love, obsession, smitten

Yes.

Ran Haitani loves you so much to the point he wanted to rip his heart out and stitch it in your hands.

He ripped his heart out and stitched it in your hands.

I had a hard time thinking if I should upload this since it's only a material for a possible oneshot, but I kinda love hurting Ran sooo ^^

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tbh idk why I'm writing on notes instead of just writing here in tumblr but here you go, another quick scenario of Rindou that I thought of while looking at cat pics ><

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people really had me overthinking about Ran's possible death and here's the result ;-;

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Trust [R. 'Draken' Ken]

He was happy.

Of course, he was.

What’s not to be happy about when he’s looking at the love of his life holding his newborn child, both smiling.

Two people that he treasures the most. Ahh, what he would do to keep seeing those smiles.

He had always dreamt of this, starting his own family once he’s stable enough to provide for them. He had always dreamt of going back home where his wife and child were waiting and greeting him with warm hugs and sweet kisses. Or in times where he would come late at night, he’ll be met by those two sleeping on the couch with juices and candies scattered around them.

The living room would be filled with laughter and joy on weekdays, where they would always do family activities.

He’s not that good at baking, but he’ll always try his best to make the best cakes for his child and lover’s birthdays, although he almost did burn the kitchen once. But hey, there’s always room for improvement.

He may not be the best in baking, but he is the best, best, in giving cuddles and love. Holding the edge of the table, making sure no one hits it and get hurt, getting a cup of water ready as soon as he hears the door open, separating the laundry by white, black, and coloured ones, having coffee and warm milk in the morning…the list could go on showing how this man is perfect.

He was supposed to be happy.

What happened?

Why was he crying while the love of his life held his face so gently? The warmth from the hand was supposed to make him feel better, but why was it hurting him so much?

His dream...what will happen to his dream?

The living room was filled with painful cries. The word ‘sorry’ was the only thing Draken had ever uttered since he came home.

Guilt. Sadness. Anger.

“Hey,” you said as you held his tear-stained face, “Why are you sorry? Don’t cry.”

He looked into your eyes. “I’m… I’m so sorry…please forgive me.” the strangled voice of Draken made you lean his head on your chest.

You held him so tight that it made breathing hard for him. But instead of moving away, he begged you to hold him tighter.

“Shh… Of course, I forgive you.”

Draken looked up to face you. He looked at you intently, studying every part of your face.

The forehead that always connected with his whenever the both of you part ways, the nose he always kissed every time he sensed you were upset, the cheeks he always squeezed just to see you all pouty, the jaw he always held while whispering the future plans he has with you, and the eyes he never gets tired of staring at. The eyes that always looked at him with such genuine love and softness.

But now, all he could see was betrayal and sadness.

“Please don’t make me leave,” he says, “let me stay, please.”

Why did he go out? He told you he’s going out with his old friends. It was a simple party, a reunion party of the captains and vice-captains of Toman. He greeted them all with a broad smile, caught up with them and all, never forgetting to let you know he wouldn’t be home since Mikey was persistent about staying over, in which you only chuckled at and told him to have fun.

He wasn’t exactly shocked when he saw Emma at the party, she’s the host's sister why wouldn’t she be present? He only was going to ask how she’s been doing and if she has a good life outside her brother’s constant chaos. He wouldn’t have thought he would wake up naked in a bed next to the blond female having the same state as him.

He immediately clothed himself and ignored the calls of his friends as he rushed outside the house, rushed home, rushed to you.

Slamming the door open, not minding the mirror he broke on the way to your living room, where you slept because you told him you can’t sleep on the bed without him. You woke up with a Draken that had his eyes squeezed shut, murmuring “I’m sorry”’s and “please forgive me”’s.

When you told him to calm down and explain what happened, he soon released the tears he had been holding back ever since he left Mikey’s house and told you everything that happened last night—everything.

“My sweet darling,” he almost asked you to shut up when you spoke to him with pure fondness, “of course. I’ll let you stay.”

He started to sob harder. You ran your finger on his hair and watched his tears run wild.

How? How could someone like you exist? The world should be grateful to have a person like you living—no, the world does not deserve someone like you; the world is too disgusting to have someone as pure and delicate as you.

He was too disgusting to have someone like you gently hug his body, have the privilege to hold you with his filthy hands, kiss you with his dirty lips, and look at you with his worthless eyes.

“But baby,” you held his chin and forced him to meet your stern gaze, “I don’t think trusting you again would be easy.”

His heart crashed to the ground in agony, a sharp pain lanced through his chest. The once colourful home he knew soon turned into one of the darkest ones he’s ever been to.

That morning, the living room watched as the betrayed woman hugged the man who committed the betrayal.

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Spring [S.Haruchiyo]

Remembering the midst of spring, in the place where they first kissed, smiling as he stared at the eyes of the woman he most cherished.

“Haru, do you know the saying ‘Spring will come, and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer.’?"

He looked at her with confusion laced on his face. His eyebrows were knitted.

No one will believe it when someone says that the resident druggie of the Bonten group possessed tenderness. No one will believe it when someone says the eyes of the loyal mad dog had such fondness. And no one will believe it when someone says that the Sanzu Haruchiyo can love a person with overflowing passion that it became his weakness.

“This is the first time I’ve heard of it.” he answered.

It was true.

And he disagrees with it.

How can he believe such a saying when all spring season gave him was nothing but pure torment.

“Really? I’m glad you heard it from me. I agree with it, you know why? Because I met you on spring.”

He looked at her with softness laced on his face. His eyes were beamed.

“‘Spring will come and so will happiness’, you came and brought me happiness. ‘Life will get warmer’, you indeed made my whole life warmer.”

–

A soft low voice made its way to his ears. He opened his eyes and saw blood spattered on the floor. A body of a woman laying down on the ground with her eyes half-closed, blood emerging from her chest, and lips curved in a lovely smile.

"Well done, my love. You are now free.”

What happened. Why did it come to this?

Spring just came, and he was supposed to have a simple picnic date with you. It was a tradition that you came up with. Even though you see it every year, you wanted to watch the sakura trees bloom because you said it was the same colour as his hair.

And who was he to deny you?

But why did that simple date turn into him stabbing you with his katana? A katana that had his name engraved on the blade. The very same katana you gifted him on his birthday.

“Erase me from your memory and go be happy."

It was Mikey’s fault.

He ordered it.

He said it was because Sanzu was too exposed to the public, causing the authorities to have leads on the Bonten’s hideout. ‘‘Exposed to the public’, it was those times he took you dates or when he bought you gifts.

Everyone believed it when someone said that the resident druggie of the Bonten group possessed tenderness. Everyone believed it when someone said the eyes of the loyal mad dog had such fondness. And everyone believed it when someone said that the Sanzu Haruchiyo can love a person with overflowing passion that it became his weakness.

Crying as he stared at the eyes of the woman he most cherished, he drew out the sword that was piercing the heart of his world, feeling anguished.

–

It was spring. The beauty of the blooming sakura did not vanish.

“Spring will come, and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer.’”

But why did Sanzu’s get colder?

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