Chapter 4

Two Feet Standing On A Principle

"I'll wrap up my bones and leave them out of this home, out on the road."

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I forgot to put introduction well, this places around two years after the assasination. Where Gakushuu is in the 11 th grade and he was sent to law school by his his father the chairman. It's not that he disliked it, he was surprised that the opportunity had come sooner. He wouldn't mind coming to less academic acceleration, but the invitation was inevitable. Taking as a chance to level himself up, he took it in hoping to surpass himself. But he had neglected his own feelings. He will go to Vancouver to a prestigious preparation school before going for law in America.

The words fell like autumn, then a chilling frost. "I will never be your lover.."

Karma yanked away from the roan haired boy. It wasn't the Asano that he had known. It was grueling bitter, those eyes, those lips stone cold. Those violet eyes were piercing him, grueling bitter hating gourd.. "So even I grew detestable to you." the roan haired boy stood, pulled himself away from the ginger. "I don't care what you feel about it. If you said you don't, we could still use each other. If you said you do, there's no point." he stood on his knees, his hands wiping his lips. As if he was wiping away all the affection that had been given. It was the worst offense to the ginger. "You know I am going tomorrow. Both will hurt me equally same. So don't say a word, Karma." The ginger's brows narrowed. Karma felt his blood rose at Asano's complete disregard on his opinion. Karma's eyes was wide opened, his stance grew stern. His fists clenched, his nails had made them bled at the infuriating surge going through him.

"You fucker." those words voiced out loud as Karma tackled the roan haired boy. His hands pinning both of the roan's wrists to the bed, the ginger on top of him, pressing him with whole strength. "What am I to you...?" his words had spat with rage, and Asano had never seen Karma, so enraged. Those lips crashed into Asano's, those hands caressing in furious sweeps.. The roan haired boy grew repulsed and started resisting, writhing away. "!" the red haired boy didn't comply. "Hey, sto-" the plead fell on deaf ears as Karma in fuming rage, swept his lips, ravaging them. There was fear registered behind those violet eyes, for he was cornered completely. Digging on each others wounds, as hate fill the every crevice, their motions instinctively scream at each other. It was painful, brutal struggle between the two. Asano's reluctance against clashing friction, both of them going at each other's throat. "Stop!" And reasoning was dead to him. It was the last warning.

The redhead gasped as he felt a kick on his abdomen, causing his to choke. The redhead was successfully thrown off to the side. The roan haired boy had stood and nearly left the bedside until he felt a strong pull on his wrists. Thrown off balance, he fell on top of the bed. "Fuck you Karma!" the boy yanked his arm. The grip was released but their eyes met and Asano fell still. The look on Karma's, usual nonchalant eyes, there was wrath. " You don't fucking listen. Why do you think we're rivals? I have always, taken you seriously!" his voice was a loud declaration of his heart that yet once again, failed to reach the other. The look on his eyes was betrayed, in disbelief. Asano coldly broke free his wrists, "Karma, I'm leaving!" The voice was cracked, the voice had fell to disparity. The silence of the sound, deafening ears to both alike.

There was tears. It rolled down and fell. The roan haired boy just stood there, still, his vision blurred till those hazel eyed faded. The ginger was still, at his step, he hesitated. "Don't fucking ignore me!" those hazel eyes averted. "Are my feelings ever of any value?", those words had pierced him, those violet eyes unblinking. The roan haired boy looked away, his grip held his other arm, averting his gaze. "I fell for you." It had stilled. The ends of it trickled down, genuine tears. Futile efforts on what couldn't be undone. Yet the resistance had died, he had given in. Asano took a step and sat in front of the ginger, his head leaning to the other's chest. "Why do I have to leave..?" the question reverberated in futility. Those hazel eyes was flickering, seeing that Asano Gakushuu he had knew, was slowly dying alone inside."You're the only one, Gakushuu." Both their eyes met and exchanged, each other a gentle gaze. The roan climbed back to the bed, his eyes apologetic, and his hands on the ginger's palm. Those violet eyes looked up, the gaze was enough for him, enough for Karma. Enough of one's sincere apology. The roan nudged his lips, though there was remains of guilt. The redhead gave a gentle kiss and it was returned in passion. Karma's fingers was trailing on Asano's back, their bodies clashing again, in a different light of friction. Restless hands had grown compassion, their motions grew tender, gentle. Caressing each other, both their hands, their lips, diluted in each other. And this time, both of their eyes were close shut. And the clock struck twelve; the intersection of night and morning. Eight hours to final departure, where he would truly left.

The clock struck one as they fall into the delusion they have ensnared themselves in. Turning to strike two as both of them shared their past. Another hour passed as they caught themselves in each other's embrace. Another hour more as they fell in love with each other clock striking as dawn fell, yet they are lying to themselves, that they could stay together. And the sun rose, like the small strength they have left in each other. A quick shower, a slow dressing, and a well cooked breakfast. A warm embrace, a steadfast touch, a passion that lasts. The countless rows of the glass walls, the departing planes in the airport. Only one had known that he would leave, the morning had stood still for them two. And in no time, the ever perfect Gakushuu he had ever loved would leave him behind.

"Let's not keep in touch. Because when I come back... When that time comes, I would have been worthy of you."

Hazel eyes squinting, gripping his figure in the crowds of the terminal that had close in. Those waving hands no more, he couldn't see anymore a trace of that strawberry roan strand, dispersed in the thickening crowd.

"I was the one leaving, yet I was the one that felt left behind."

End.

Author's Notes:

Thank you for reading and please look forward to my next Karmasano/Karushuu fics. It was rather depressing, sorry. You could tell I loved Daughter's works. I also love to draw them.

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Additional: Gakushuu was sent abroad to study law by his father. But not that he wanted to be an attorney, he would like to have it handy to himself in his dream job as executive and climb the corporate ladder by barely legal means. It's legal. Cunning, devious, but has high morals in his own good. I picture him to do philantrophy should he be successful later.

How did this story came to be?
It was that I sympathized with Gakushuu.
All the competition. All his efforts to maintain perfection, that Asano. but I think when it comes to two of them they would fall silent and would quickly throw away the facade (Karma and Asano). If he was to fell in love with Karma who was his true equal, an engaging competitor. I was always in competition, academics, sports, things. It was of the past, now that I have sort of waken up.
A bit of story time: I wasn't straight. That person was doubly straight. I am going away from that person. It had been 5 years of harboring and now and high-school graduation would hardly be a year. It is so quick to part from someone. "I remembered how our hate transformed to friendship. And If I am their friend, at least we can be together forever? Did you ever think that letter I sent you was from me or someone else. I have known you for more than 12 years, it took me nearly half to realize, and it will take me a decade to forget it." Those were my genuine feelings. Writing is a great way to project all these weird emotions. I will never be as brave as the Asano Gakushū in this story.

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