Toki no Kaze [Formerly known as: Stealing Time] | By : ThexShinya Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > X Japan Views: 2964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Yoshiki's footsteps echoed on the marble floor as he entered the enormous and lonely mansion and shut the door behind him. The events of the other night felt light years away. He'd placed a whole ocean between himself and Heath, yet he still felt the intense pressure of them bearing on his mind. He sighed drowsily and headed for his wine cabinet and pulled out yet another bottle of red wine. Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand he headed for his bedroom and plopped down on the black leather couch by his bed. With out a need for a glass, the blonde man pulled out a cork screw from a nearby drawer (of course he kept one in every room) and opened the bottle.
Taking a gulp of confidence, he whipped out his mobile and scrolled through the numbers and dialed. He stared intensely at the stark white carpet as the phone rang. "Please just fucking pick up..." he pleaded. Finally after what felt like a thousand rings, there was an answer. Voicemail.. again. Not being easily deterred, he immediately hung up and redialed. Again the phone rang and rang. "PLEASE JUST FUCKING ANSWER GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled to the unresponsive end. Again, he was greeted with a generic voicemail and a beep. "Heath, it's me... Please..." his voice became strained as his eyes filled with hot tears that threatened to drown him. "Please talk to me. Just call me... I want to talk to you... Even if you have nothing to say to me, please... I miss you... I don't think that I can live with out-" and with that he was interrupted by a heartless automated voice. "MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Yoshiki shouted as he flung his mobile across the room.
He couldn't restrain himself any longer as he crumpled into a heap on the floor and an endless river of tears flow down his face. The feeling of loss and emptiness that was all too familiar to Yoshiki wrapped its cold hands around his heart and squeezed the life out of it. Why was this happening to him again? Moreover, HOW? It seemed that all of this had come out of nowhere. Suddenly, he felt he had drifted back 10 years to the lonely angry man he had become when hide had left him. He was truly disgusted with himself for all the sins that he had committed in the past few days against someone who truly might have loved him. He had gotten so used to being loveless. "How can it be?" he thought "Everyone is supposed to love me... And yet I don't know how to be loved..."
The drummer did his best to collect himself enough to stand up and gulp down another glass's worth of wine. He stumbled over toward the bathroom and stood in the doorway, surrounded by the hall of mirrors. He turned to look at his reflection in the mirror next to him and met his tear stained face with a look of sheer torment. Yes, he knew he liked to play victim to his flaws, but the overwhelmingly thick sensation of guilt had him by the neck and threatened to choke the breath out of him. He recalled the vision of only just a couple of nights ago when Heath had approached him at the mirror. He had looked so beautiful... And Yoshiki had destroyed that. He had made him feel like shit. A man who just wanted to love him and nothing more. He longed to go back in time and tell him wholeheartedly how handsome he looked and how he wished it was his hand he was holding that night. That it didn't matter what Heath had done because he knew he had done enough damage to the poor man to deserve it. But as the memory faded back into reality, the blonde man saw that there was no Heath and that he could not go back in time. He was alone. And he hated it. With out another thought in his head Yoshiki took the bottle he was holding and smashed it full force into the mirror with a piercing yell that burned through his lungs and throat with all the hate and sadness he had in his heart. Glass and blood splashed in glorious glimmers in the light and scattered about him like rose petals onto a white blanket of snow, staining the carpet with his hurt and anger. He grabbed his dripping red hand and yelled in pain as he slowly fell to his knees and dizziness took over him and faded his ugly reality to black.
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