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+G to L › Haru wo Daiteita
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,555
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do NOT own Haru wo Daiteita and I do Not make money from writing this.
Chapter 3
Another short chapter, but important none the less.
Iwaki tensed looking ahead, trying to concentrate on the traffic flow; his shoulder felt like they were ripping apart yet stiff. He needed some rest badly. The streetlights swooshed by overhead at an alarming rate, and as he drove he wondered why Katou had not called him yet, since Shimizu had left the message. He found it strange, since his lover could not seem to leave him alone wanting to call him more than five times a day. He slowed down his miles and took it steady. It was unwarranted for an accident to happen tonight.
He noticed the sign of a restaurant that he and Katou had gone previously when they’d now started dating. He was still shy about their relationship at that time and the news had been hot off the press for the whole world to see. The car felt cool as the air conditioning whisked out at him, tickling his neck, causing him to relax just a little. Yet as he passed by the window of that restaurant, he saw something to make his blood condense to ice.
Katou was kissing another man.
He swerved the car wildly to the other side and nearly hit an oncoming vehicle, not just the near impact had caught him off guard, but his mind was telling him that it must be an illusion. He was trying to catch his breath as it was parked, and gripped the wheel until his knuckles became white. Was it? I’d recognize that blond hair, angular, strong face anywhere. Yet everything of his sane being was trying to deny it, to make him believe that it really wasn’t there.
It can’t be.. Rage was pulsing through him, making him accommodate the thought of bursting in there and beating that son of a bitch to a pulp. How could he do that to me? His body felt like it was constricting itself in knots of rationality and insanity.
The tears that were emitted silently without sobs had the windscreen fogging and he quietly willed himself not to lose self control. The thing he did surprised even him. He went home to the apartment, got all of his belongings that could fit into the car and drove off, never looking back.
Iwaki tensed looking ahead, trying to concentrate on the traffic flow; his shoulder felt like they were ripping apart yet stiff. He needed some rest badly. The streetlights swooshed by overhead at an alarming rate, and as he drove he wondered why Katou had not called him yet, since Shimizu had left the message. He found it strange, since his lover could not seem to leave him alone wanting to call him more than five times a day. He slowed down his miles and took it steady. It was unwarranted for an accident to happen tonight.
He noticed the sign of a restaurant that he and Katou had gone previously when they’d now started dating. He was still shy about their relationship at that time and the news had been hot off the press for the whole world to see. The car felt cool as the air conditioning whisked out at him, tickling his neck, causing him to relax just a little. Yet as he passed by the window of that restaurant, he saw something to make his blood condense to ice.
Katou was kissing another man.
He swerved the car wildly to the other side and nearly hit an oncoming vehicle, not just the near impact had caught him off guard, but his mind was telling him that it must be an illusion. He was trying to catch his breath as it was parked, and gripped the wheel until his knuckles became white. Was it? I’d recognize that blond hair, angular, strong face anywhere. Yet everything of his sane being was trying to deny it, to make him believe that it really wasn’t there.
It can’t be.. Rage was pulsing through him, making him accommodate the thought of bursting in there and beating that son of a bitch to a pulp. How could he do that to me? His body felt like it was constricting itself in knots of rationality and insanity.
The tears that were emitted silently without sobs had the windscreen fogging and he quietly willed himself not to lose self control. The thing he did surprised even him. He went home to the apartment, got all of his belongings that could fit into the car and drove off, never looking back.