▸ ‘ & Ritsu  ; 

                                          “Let go.” 

          He himself was AMAZED at the steadiness of his voice just then, a stark
          contras t of what he  was actually feeling within.  He could feel his fingers
          practically tremble,  perhaps not so  VIOLENTLY  as he thought  he was.
          Ritsu would like to be under the delusion  that this was due to anger,  due
          to the immense frustration  he has put into currently,  that he was shaking
          like so. It definitely was not borne out of embarrassment or the like; he was
          not FLUSTERED by  the sudden kiss. Not one bit. In fact, he should have
          been used  to such treatment from the other,  as horrible as that  prospect
          proved. And it indeed was horrible. Right? Right.

          Being tugged / pulled / yanked around by Takano over and over again was
          getting rather exhausting if he was to be asked. 

                                         “Haven’t you played with me enough?” 

 “Please let me go.” 

             Hooded eyes averted downwards as Takano bit back the hurt he felt in his heart as Onodera muttered those two words. Ten years of his life were spent looking–waiting–for the love of his life to come back to him. Now that he has him back, the man refuses to let him slip out of his fingers once more. Clenching tightly to the other’s hand, Takano could feel his fright rising; his heart pounding frantically against his ribcage. He can’t leave. Please don’t leave me again. The editor earnestly begged to anyone who could hear his pleas as he rested his forehead against the his old lover’s. The desire to hold him in his arms once again, to treasure every single bits and pieces of him, to intoxicate himself with Onodera once more–Takano was basically drunk on his love for the man before him. The uneasy feeling within him continued to grow as his breathing hitched; his hand quivering as he leaned in, ignoring the other’s request. There was nothing in this world that mattered to Takano other than Ritsu. Though his job and other matters were still on the list, Takano couldn’t care less about them if he didn’t have Onodera by his side.

                                          “Ritsu.”

                The name fell from his lips with a slight waver; his emotions breaking him apart from the inside. Desperation was all Takano could feel as he crashed his lips onto Onodera’s–pouring his heart and soul into a kiss he had yearned for the last few years without him. Waves of memories began to flood his mind as he held the man close to him–embracing him tightly as if he were to float away if he didn’t. The editor didn’t care if the other denied him, nor did he care if this wasn’t of his best interests. Blinded by the pain–by his weakness–Takano refused to let the love of his life slip away again.