Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, I do not make any profit from this story.

Warnings: Angst.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito

Chapters: 2/3

Summary: The heart breaks apart.

Notes: Hello readers. I will give you two parts of this story now. I’ll try to get the final part out later. I was sitting here and for four days I didn’t write anything. Today is the first day for four days since I wrote. This came out of it. I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think.

Eyes glanced out the small window, wanting to be free. His heart was torn from him. Emotions he felt. His hand rose to touch the glass, feeling the warmth of outside. The sun was bright while his soul was clouded in darkness. Freedom was out there but he had no way to do it. He pulled away and flopped onto the seat in the room. No noise. No sound. Nothing at all. No one knew. No one could figure out his secret. He closed his eyes, wanting to fly once again.

‘I… L…’

The words almost said. He wanted to say everything. He wanted to trust but how could he? He damned himself. He heard the door open and he closed his eyes. It didn’t matter anymore. He was lost, unable to find his wings to fly.

“This will be over soon.”

The same thing said before. He stopped believing those words after a week. He should have trusted. He should have confessed. He should have said so many other things, but he didn’t. His heart was drowning. He opened his eyes as a glass was laid in his hand. He drowned it in one swallow. He glanced to the man standing there. He felt and broke. He damned his soul. He turned his head and looked at the wall. It was only white. Everything was plain here.

“Kid, we need you.”

Others needed him. He disappeared from them, unable to say a word. He knew deep inside that he should have stayed. He thought he was doing right. He grabbed the newspaper in the other man’s hand. The man didn’t say anything. He read the headlines. A chuckle was building inside his chest. Everything was a mess.

“It is going crazy. No one thought it would happen.”

Deep inside he knew it would. He could have stayed and been fine. Tears fell, hitting the paper. He lost everything. His heart was bleeding, wanting to find the other half once again. The man turned his head and he picked up the only thing he could find in the god-forsaken place. He slammed it on top of the man’s head, watching the man fall forward. He drowned another drink, sighing. He was dooming himself. He walked out of the place. It was too much for him. Tears fell more. He wasn’t anyone. He feared. He left. He damned himself for good. He knew leaving was going to drown him.

‘Love.’

That one word startled him when she said it to him. Her eyes were bright and happy for him.

‘Love.’

Then another woman said that word to him. Her eyes held darkness and sadness. Was it true? Was it always in front of his face? Did it mean anything? Blood rained and he read every detail. He walked forward, each step hurting his chest. He knew he didn’t have much time. He wished it was all a horrible dream. He tried his best for these past two months to make it, but it was impossible. He grabbed his side, hoping he would make it. He saw a car drive up and a person get out. He wanted to curse himself, but the man walked into a store. The fool. He went inside the car and drove, uncaring about the headlines for this crime. His heart was breaking and he needed it whole again.

‘Who?’

She asked but he had no answer. It wasn’t something he could right out say. It meant danger. It meant given in. It meant finally seeing the truth. He was in denial. He couldn’t reveal because it would be real. Did it mean anything to the other? Was he really something to him? Tears clouded his vision but he kept going forward in the car. The main city coming up. He read every headline. His heart cried out as everything he knew disappeared from him. He wanted to reveal every detail. Why did he agree? Was it the right thing when everyone else suffered? His heart wouldn’t stop the guilt. It wouldn’t leave his mind.

‘Who?’

No, he couldn’t answer then. It was too much at the time. He stopped the car, walking up a path. The sun was still bright and warm. Still he felt cold. He grabbed his side, seeing a woman fixing flowers. He knelt. He felt her stare. He felt her arms around his body, refusing to release him even after he hissed. She pulled back, looking into his eyes.

“Why?”

He had no answer. He thought he was doing the right thing. Two months and it destroyed his soul, his heart. He leaned against her warmth, cursing the word called love, “Asami.”