Nothing else

Band: Moran

Pairing: Soan&Hitomi

Rating: 17+

Genre: romance

Warnings: -

Note: Soan tries to work, but he starts to overthinking.

In their lives, everyone hears a lot of opposite opinion about themselves. I'm not different.

There are people, who think that I'am a man with a golden heart, who worries about fans, who is funny and caring, who protects everyone at all costs and wouldn't hurt a fly.

There are also people, who want to send me to Hell for breathing. They call me a demon, who destroyed our band and say that I'm an egoist, who makes money using his dead friend.

Who's truly right? I think that both opinions meet somewhere in the middle, and this is how the real me is created, who can treat anyone as a treasure or a rag for the floor. Because, I know it's shocking, but I'm a human too. I also feel, think, eat, cry and have sex. I'm not some supernatural being. I just live and make mistakes. Like everyone.

But, to be honest, I don't care about strangers' opinions. So I close my laptop, strech a little and look at the ceiling, smiling a little.

For what I need other people, when I have you? I know, I know, it's sounds so bland and generic, as if it was some story written by the first group of fans. I love fans, seriously. But for gods' sake, they shouldn't think that they know everything about our minds...

I close my eyes and I see your smile under my eyelids. How you take Maa-kun out for a walk and I'm looking at you through the window, drinking morning coffee and adjusting glasses on the nose, then I go to the work. How you are in the kitchen, cooking some delicious meal for a dinner. How you look at me confused, when I'm cleaning a house for a third time in three days, because you think that we can eat from a floor already. Bullshit, I have to clean it once more. How you watch me, fixing the dishwasher, which ends up striking me with electricity and I give up, and you find it funny for a long, long time. And finally, how you fall asleep next to me. You're observing me before that. I'm aware of this, but I don't want to destroy your fun. I prefer, when you think that my eyelids are closed and I'm not watching, what would you do.

I open my eyes, hearing footsteps behind me. The steps are graceful, slow, unhurried. I lean back in my chair and look into those sad eyes of yours in which the devil is hiding.

"Hi, Fumi" you say and kiss me just after that and I think that I can't lose such a chance.

And when you're falling asleep next to me, after I sent you to sinful heaven, I think that I seriously do need nothing else to be happy.

Or maybe just a bowl of strawberries, colorful drink and pack of cigarettes.

The end