Seeing you with someone else hurts.
But what hurts themost is to see your eyes shimmering with sadness.
So I'd rather keep my feelings to myself than to burden you with it.
Read Between the Lines
"Oi, woman." Gokudera said all of a sudden as he stirred his coffee. He and Daidouji were the only ones who are in the kitchen of the Vongola HQ. "Tell me."
"Tell you what, Gokudera-kun?" Daidouji asked nonchalantly as she took out her favorite blue mug to make a coffee for herself. Until now, she found Gokudera's habit of suddenly questioning her, a bit surprising.
Gokudera muttered something incoherent under his breath before saying, "Daidouji, tell me why aren't you married yet?"
The 23-year-old woman's tinkling laugh echoed throughout the kitchen. Her eyes were dancing in pure mirth, successfully hiding the ripping pain in her chest. Just leave it to Gokudera to dig up the pain she's been trying to forget all these years. "Oh, Gokudera-kun. I thought I already answered that question months ago," she replied, mustering up the most charming smile she can.
Gokudera looked like that he swallowed something bitter. His forehead creased as he frowned and turned to Daidouji. "Your reason wasn't really that convincing," he said.
Daidouji just shrugged and said, "I'm not forcing you to believe what I said."
"So tell me, what the real reason behind your relationship status is." Gokudera tried to sound nonchalant while saying those words, but he really couldn't contain the curiosity on his voice, and it was also somewhat laced with irritation.
Daidouji gave a look of amusement as she drank her coffee and said, "Three guesses, Gokudera-kun." Her face split into a wide grin. She knew how much Gokudera hated guessing.
"Tch. The things I do for you, woman." Gokudera said bitterly after taking a sip of his coffee. He leaned his back on the kitchen counter and said, "Conflict with our work?"
Daidouji shook her head and said, "Nope. Keep trying,Gokudera-kun."
"Damn. So is it because you're not really interested on getting married yet?"
"Close, but no. Last guess, Gokudera-kun." Daidouji said in a sing-song voice. She heaved herself up on the kitchen counter and turned to Gokudera.
Gokudera stared at his red mug for a while before speaking up. "Is it because no one piqued your interest?"
The grin on Daidouji's face widened. "Is that your final answer?" she joked.
"That was the real reason behind your status?" Gokudera smirked at Daidouji, and then shook his head as he took another sip of his coffee. "Stupid. Way stupid."
Daidouji laughed softly before turning her back on Gokudera and jumping slightly off the counter. "Well, that's one of the reasons why I'm still single. And I'm not interested on spouting off the other reasons,"she said, smiling grimly to herself.
The Storm Guardian frowned. She's lying. He knows her long enough to tell if she's hiding something. "That's bull. You're lying," he deadpanned, staring intently at the girl.
The girl placed her blue mug on the side of the counter and picked up a champagne glass. Bianchi probably drank champagne again. Daidouji tried her best to keep the nonchalance in her voice, but it was a very difficult thing to do. "W—what are you talking about, Gokudera-kun? I told you,I don't like anyone at the moment."
"What is his name?"
'Coincidentally, he has the same name that you have, Gokudera-kun,'
her mind screamed, but she said, "Just drop it."
"Do you know where he lives?"
'Nifty. He lives in your apartment.'
No. She won't speak out what her mind screams. "Drop it,Gokudera-kun."
"Do you have his number?"
'I have it on speed dial. Oh wait, you two have the same number too.'
Pathetic. Really pathetic. "You're so stubborn, Gokudera-kun."
Gokudera's frown deepened even more. 'Women. They're annoying as hell,'
he thought. He placed down his mug and said, "You're the stubborn one, Daidouji. Just spill out his name."
"No." Daidouji said, still not looking at Gokudera. Her grip on the stem of the champagne glass tightened.
"So you do like someone." Gokudera pointed out, obviously not amused at Daidouji's antics.
Daidouji fought the urge to yell out the pent-up emotions inside her. She really wanted to say how she really felt about him, but she couldn't bear to see what his expression will be, so she just said, "Let's just talk about it tomorrow, Gokudera-kun. It's getting late already."
Gokudera looked down on his watch and said, "You're right. We'll just talk tomorrow, Daidouji. My wife
is already waiting for me." And without another word, Gokudera left.
He left a Daidouji whose tears are dripping relentlessly from her eyes; whose right hand is bloodied because of the broken champagne glass; whose heart is currently being torn apart.
Sucks. Sucks. Sucks. The ending was really rushed. This idea was hovering on my mind for weeks but I haven't got the round of writing it down since I was finishing my Takeshi and Kaitou Kid drabbles. I freaking hate how this oneshot ended, but I couldn't do anything about it. I am currently suffering from a dreaded disease called "Writer's Block" and I believe it has no cure. >.>
Please save me. TT^TT
And I could totally see myself doing this. Suffering silently. :D