Ship: Aomine/Kise Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Original Work:link by earlgrey_milktea Word Count: 404
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He deserves it all, all the hurt, for taking so goddamn long to go through with this and for dragging out this relationship so long, for digging his feet in against the riptide, against the ocean trenches cracking the plates of the earth apart and widening the distance between himself and Ryouta. A gulf, longer than the horizon, one that will be there physically soon but one that’s already been there.
He deserves having to watch Ryouta's tears, even if Ryouta shouldn’t have to shed them; he deserves every side effect because he’s hurt Ryouta. Stabbed him with a broken bottle, taking the easy way out until he couldn’t anymore, getting in too deep, irresponsibly so. There were a million other things he could have done, not get involved in the first place, get out while things were still casual (okay, that’s unrealistic; things have never been able to stay casual between them in any sense) or at least get out when the water was at their ankles instead of when they were drowning, at the bottom of a torpedoed ship, flooding with water until it sinks.
It’s like the ocean is full of Ryouta’s tears, like some kind of Alice in Wonderland shit, only Daiki’s the evil queen, cutting everything open, screwing up his own Wonderland, all that is bright and beautiful and Ryouta. Maybe that’s a little bit overdramatic (God knows Daiki’s been known to be like that), but this isn’t just a breakup. This is years erased in the sand, eroded away after having been built up so carefully, his entire world crumbling around him because it had been built on a faulty foundation.
Not the way they’d loved each other; that had never been faulty or unsure; that had been everything. But it wasn’t enough; it’s easy to say that’s enough to go on when you’re both stuck in the same place and you’re two parts of the same world but he and Ryouta were never that, were never meant to be that. This wasn’t a relationship of convenience, but it wasn’t something that could survive the splits and rifts and fuse back together like some kind of magic material. It’s more like the kind of animal who can be cut down the middle and become two, separate, missing parts and hurting, but continuing along different paths.
(Ryouta had been the better half, but they’d both known that all along.)
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 404
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He deserves it all, all the hurt, for taking so goddamn long to go through with this and for dragging out this relationship so long, for digging his feet in against the riptide, against the ocean trenches cracking the plates of the earth apart and widening the distance between himself and Ryouta. A gulf, longer than the horizon, one that will be there physically soon but one that’s already been there.
He deserves having to watch Ryouta's tears, even if Ryouta shouldn’t have to shed them; he deserves every side effect because he’s hurt Ryouta. Stabbed him with a broken bottle, taking the easy way out until he couldn’t anymore, getting in too deep, irresponsibly so. There were a million other things he could have done, not get involved in the first place, get out while things were still casual (okay, that’s unrealistic; things have never been able to stay casual between them in any sense) or at least get out when the water was at their ankles instead of when they were drowning, at the bottom of a torpedoed ship, flooding with water until it sinks.
It’s like the ocean is full of Ryouta’s tears, like some kind of Alice in Wonderland shit, only Daiki’s the evil queen, cutting everything open, screwing up his own Wonderland, all that is bright and beautiful and Ryouta. Maybe that’s a little bit overdramatic (God knows Daiki’s been known to be like that), but this isn’t just a breakup. This is years erased in the sand, eroded away after having been built up so carefully, his entire world crumbling around him because it had been built on a faulty foundation.
Not the way they’d loved each other; that had never been faulty or unsure; that had been everything. But it wasn’t enough; it’s easy to say that’s enough to go on when you’re both stuck in the same place and you’re two parts of the same world but he and Ryouta were never that, were never meant to be that. This wasn’t a relationship of convenience, but it wasn’t something that could survive the splits and rifts and fuse back together like some kind of magic material. It’s more like the kind of animal who can be cut down the middle and become two, separate, missing parts and hurting, but continuing along different paths.
(Ryouta had been the better half, but they’d both known that all along.)