I'll leave him be

[windsofblessing]

gogomask:

Akira slipped into the room through the open door with a thief’s ease. He figured the day would come where someone would try to take Yu from him, but he didn’t think the other man would stay. His gaze swept over the elegant lines of his boyfriend. Those long fingers performed an endless routine of folding, spreading, and breathing life into those paper cranes. Joker had watched those hands wield a katana with ease and they never shook like they did now.

He felled stronger enemies than the one in the glass. “My dear detective, I never thought you’d be one to give up on others this easily,” Akira admonished, resting his back against the wall. His body created colors that spread earthy tones across the blank canvas of the living room. “Why are you willing to stay here?“

He kept his eyes on the other man’s Shadow as he drawled, “Were the bonds you made in Inaba a lie all this time?” His hand reached in a slow, steady manner for his knife.

"You said you loved me.”

The sound of another voice startled Yu; the bird he had been breathing life and form into instead toppled to the surface of the little table without a sound. Placing a hand against the table’s edge, he turned to face the approaching thief. “Akira…?” The colors spreading from the places his lover touched were bright; he almost had to squint.

At the questions, Yu’s shoulders drooped. His eyes lifted and slid over the colorless walls and ceiling to the origami cranes. “Once, I had a bad cold as a child,” He began, keeping his eyes trained on the paper wings. “My mother taught me how to make the cranes while I was in bed. She promised she would teach me more… we will make a paper menagerie.” His lips tugged into a weak smile. “But after I was better, she went back to work. Father was always gone on business trips, and after my mother got a promotion, she was, too.”

Somewhere in the distance, there came a soft sound like a microwave beeping. Yu’s smile faded. “They were real… of course they were real,” He murmured. “But it won’t last…” The birds quivered above him and one by one, slowly began to fall. “They’ll leave… they’ll forget about me… they’ll find someone better…”

“I’m not enough…”

[windsofblessing]

You’re always going to be alone. No one stays for very long. The only logical reason is that you’re not good enough for them.

There was no color in the house. The walls, the floor, the cabinets, the furniture, all of it was awash in shades of grey, black, and white. A gentle breeze drifted through the open sliding door, disturbing the paper cranes that hung from the ceiling. Their small, paper wings seemed to beat soundlessly; there was not even a rustling of paper.

You should have done more… been more. You have friends now, but they’re going to get tired of you, just like all the others. You can’t help anyone….

Yu sat on the floor by a small table with stacks of white paper. His hands moved unsteadily through the familiar folding and smoothing of the paper. When they were finished, he brought the delicate paper bird to his lips and blew a soft breath, expanding its round middle. Then, he cradled it in his hands and watched as each new bird rose on its own and flew to the ceiling where it hovered with the rest. Across from him sat his mirror image, save for the bright, golden color of his eyes. It was the only color in the room.

It would be better if you were gone…. No one would care… maybe no one would even notice… you’re nothing but a burden.

@gogomask