The world has gone to an end.

Why? Because I'm writing angst. And it's not cracky in any way...Cracky sounds like crackers XD

This is like...cliche. Cause like...oh...you'll find out like...you know. After you read this thing you'll know why I think it's cliche...but usually it's only with TezuFuji...not like...These two XD

OMFG angst...angst...angst...I blame...HYPERDUDE CAUSE SHE WROTE AN ANGSTY STORY ON A CACTUS!! AND IT WASN'T EVEN ABOUT PoT!! Oh...that just gives me another new idea for a story xD.


"...What?"

Oshitari sighed and stood up from the bench, looking frustrated. "Do I really have to repeat myself for you to understand? I'm breaking up with you and moving to Australia."

"I know what you said. But...I just don't get it."

"What is it that makes it so complicated?" Oshitari stared at Mukahi with his dark, cold eyes. "I'm moving to Australia."

The cold look Oshitari had given Mukahi made the blood in his veins turn to ice. He unconsciously shuddered a bit, and began laughing. His laughter sounded hollow, even to his ears. "Oh, I get it. You're moving to Australia. You're just breaking up with me because you're afraid we won't be able to see each other as much anymore and drift off, right? I'll just come with you!"

Oshitari shook his head. "No, Gakuto. Moving to Australia has absolutely nothing to do with this."

Mukahi felt his eyes widen a bit. He stared at Oshitari, opened his mouth, and closed it. No sound came out. He lowered his head and stared at the green cement beneath his feet. He looked up again, startling Oshitari. The defiant look in Mukahi's eyes might have startled himself, even, if he had a mirror. "I'll come with you!"

Oshitari shook his head again. "Gakuto, no."

"I can arrange it with my parents!"

"No, Gakuto. It's not that I'm afraid your parents won't agree with you or anything. It's that I don't want you to come with me. I don't love you anymore."

Those words. Those very words. Later, maybe, he might realize what those words really meant. But for now, as he stared at the person standing before him, all he could feel was emptiness. Like this wasn't happening. He felt as if he was in a dream; in a place where nothing existed, and everything was empty. Emptiness. He was floating in a void of emptiness.

Oshitari turned and began walking away. Mukahi gave a start and grabbed his hand, as if by instinct. "Yuushi..." His voice sounded strange, as if it didn't belong to him.

Oshitari looked at Mukahi for a moment. "Do you really love me?"

"Yes."

"No, you don't."

"Eh?" Mukahi was taken aback at what Oshitari said.

"You don't, Gakuto." Oshitari pulled his hand away from Mukahi's grasp. "You don't. Because if you did, you'd leave me alone."

Mukahi was silent, at a complete loss for words.

Oshitari continued. "You don't really love me. You love yourself."

"I'm not Atobe, you know."

"That's not what I meant. You love yourself. That's why you can't let go of me. Because it would hurt you too much."

He always thought that loving yourself meant you had to be like Atobe, always thinking that the world revolved around him. He never thought of it that way.

Strangely enough, it was one of few things he actually understood.

Oshitari turned away from him, walking away. Mukahi made no move to stop him.

He stood there alone on the courts. He didn't know how much time had passed. Hours? Minutes? Days?

He didn't really care.

He stood there, for what seemed like the longest time, before finally breaking down.

He dropped to his knees and began weeping. It was as if someone had opened a flood gate and nothing could stop his tears from overflowing.

He cried. Both of his hands went to his mouth as he continued crying. He cried his heart out.

But no one cared.

He stopped abruptly, though, when a sudden thought struck him.

He was crying. On a tennis court.

On the very place where he had so many happy memories. On the very last place he'd ever thought such a trasversity would ever occur.

Funny. It was a thing he had least expected to happen. He thought it was impossible. And yet, it happened.

He had taken everything for granted.

He began laughing hysterically. And crying. Both at the same time.

All things must come to an end.

Laughing and crying. Both at the same time.

Such a funny thing, wasn't it? You'd think it was impossible. To actually laugh and cry at the same time.

But did it really mean he was both happy and sad? At the same time?

At stories had happy endings...

But this definitely wasn't one.


PSHIYUKZA. I'm like...at my emo stage of writing now O.o..

I'm weird...aren't I?

And I plan on writng another story. That's like...angsty too. And it's about a CACTUS!! AGHHH...

If anyone wants to continue this, be my guest, cause I'm not. XD