|The Second Love
Author: DemonicAngeling PM
Yuu x OC. Yanase Yuu can only watch as any chance of receiving Chiaki's love drifts farther away. Tamura Akio is a music student at Gendai, the prestigious Tokyo University of the Arts, and though together with one he loves, knows that it's one-sided.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Yuu Yanase - Chapters: 6 - Words: 10,520 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 02-28-13 - Published: 02-14-12 - id: 7837807
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Hey everyone! This is DemonicAngeling here.
I'm somewhat new to this site, and this is technically my first time writing fanfiction and letting it see the light of day... especially shounen ai/yaoi. Please review, it helps a lot for me to improve as a writer and just so I know what you guys think. If you all disapprove, then I will keep my FF to myself. Simple as that.
Warning(s): This is shounen ai/yaoi. If there are any problems people have with this, go find something else to read. Also, just so you all know, I like classical music, and there will be many references to classical music and composers (without spoiling plot too much) in this story. You don't like, bear with it. Still don't like, I will politely tell you now, go find something else to read. Rated M for language, as for lemons, oi, I said this was my first time writing shounen ai/yaoi, so no. Although, depending on how stuff goes and whether or not people like it, it may happen... it does occur in my plot notes, but not sure about how much I will touch on that.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings from Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi, they all belong to Nakamura Shungiku. Obviously.
Beta: Everyone give a round of applause to KeepGuessing :)
Oh, and in case you don't know already, this is Yuu x OC, short first chapter.
People really never learn. Yuu mused as he stared at the phone in his hand, wondering why he had even thought that inviting the mangaka to an onsen for the weekend was a good idea.
"Yuu? I'm really sorry. I really wanted to go, but Tori…er…I had something come up in my schedule…?" Chiaki's voice rose at the end of his sentence, as if he believed less in his excuse than Yuu did.
Of course, knowing the guy since high school, Yuu could easily piece together the real reason. Upon finding out about the occasion, that unbelievable tyrant Hatori must have had a fit. For god's sake, it wasn't like Yuu was going to steal Chiaki away or anything… actually, that was his exact motive, but what else could you expect? Of course, to prevent that exact scenario from occurring, Yoshiyuki would keep Chiaki all to himself.
The selfish bastard.
"That's perfectly fine, I understand completely. I'll see you… around." He pasted a smile on, more for himself than anything else.
Chiaki laughed nervously. "Yeah. I'll see you around. Bye!"
Before Yuu could muster up the courage to say goodbye, there was a click and the line went dead. The monotone buzz mocked him, reminding him of how his relationship with Chiaki always played out. He would confess, and Chiaki could somehow misinterpret it, making Yuu's confession worth nothing. The innocence and childlike side to the mangaka was what attracted him so much to Yoshino Chiaki, but sometimes he wished he fell in love with someone just a tad bit brighter.
Yuu placed the phone back into its cradle and got up from the floor, his joints cracking as he pulled them out of their stiff positions. His feet instinctively headed towards his tiny kitchen where he pulled open the door of the refrigerator only to stare at the empty shelves, mocking him into further despair. The anticipation of having a whole weekend with his unrequited love had filled up the hollow and aching hole in both his love life and his schedule. But of course, Chiaki wasn't his, he was Hatori's. At the end of the day, it wouldn't be Yuu who the blue-eyed mangaka would cuddle up with on the couch—it would be "Tori." It wouldn't be Yuu's cooking which Chiaki would shower with praise…it would be "Tori's."
Damn. He slapped his forehead, closing his eyes in shame. He had made a promise to himself; a silent promise to Chiaki. He wouldn't give up, he would never give up. At the end of the day, he willed himself to be there for the mangaka. He was Chiaki's closest friend and they had much more in common than Hatori did with the man. Yanase Yuu had accepted his defeat that one time, but he hadn't surrendered his time, his feelings…his heart to Chiaki, for nothing.
Ha. He would keep telling himself that. How could anyone ever believe that someone can just stand by, smiling, and watch someone they valued more than anyone else… love another person? He had told Chiaki that he wouldn't give up…bah, that was more for himself than he wanted to admit.
Damn it. He needed to get out. He needed to get the hell out of this place, immerse himself in so much chaos and noise that he wouldn't be able to think, and get himself drunk past the point of caring.
Yuu leaned his forehead against the refrigerator door. It hurt, damn it. It hurt more than losing a limb. It hurt every time Chiaki chose the other man over him. It hurt every time Chiaki gave Hatori the sweet, adoring smile that would never be for him. It hurt every time Chiaki dismissed his confessions for jokes. Hell, it hurt every time he heard the guy's name.
"I'm pathetic. I really am." A single tear escaped Yuu's tightly shut eyes as the whisper flew from his slightly parted lips. He drew a ragged breath, pulling a clenched fist up to dash away the salty water on his cheek.
A single beep and a buzz in his back pocket thankfully fished him out of his thoughts. He gazed at the screen of his phone, not registering the number, and read the text.
Call me if you're free this weekend. K.K.
"K.K.?" Actually, it didn't matter. As long as he could get away from himself, he wouldn't even mind if the person was a stranger. With a shrug, he called back.
Whoever it was answered on the third ring. "Yo. That was fast."
"…And you are…?"
A disbelieving snort reached his ears. "Thanks man. This is Kanta, if you didn't know."
Kanta? Who… oh yeah, him. They weren't all that close, but they hung out a few times in the past. The guy wasn't all that bad, dull as a doorknob, but he didn't have anything planned for the weekend, or at least, not anymore.
Yuu sighed into the receiver. "Well, what are we doing?"
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