Angel Sanctuary (Katou + Kira) [Week 1 - Prompt 3] Title: n/a Author: Aviy Rating: Worksafe Warnings: swearing Word Count: 850 Summary: Angsty young!Katou is angsty Author's Notes: Gen!angst is hard, next time I'm doing torturefic. Just the same, concrit is always welcome.
It was actually pretty fucking easy to move out. Like, he'd known it would be, sure. Hadn't expected to catch much resistance unless he had bad luck and Sae came home early, and tried to talk him out of it like she had tried with so many other things. But when he got right down to it, backpack in hand, finally fucking ready to just do it, realizing how little there was to actually do felt just a tad anti-climatic.
Somehow, it’d always felt bigger, in his heart. Seemed important, y’know? Especially after he'd put it off and off and off for so many damn years. Only when he finally got on to it, his parents weren't even going to be able to tell he'd left, 'cause no matter what he took, there’d barely be a dent.
It was right, in a way. God damn perfect, maybe. He’d never really felt like he lived here to start with, so why the hell would the place look any different without his presence? They wouldn’t be any different either, he was sure, except maybe a little less burdened, in which case lucky them.
His room was small, bare. A bed that wasn't comfortable and wouldn't have let him sleep peacefully if it was, Sae's old desk that she'd given him when dad bought her that sleek new bedroom set last year, and a closet that was little more than a hole-in-the-wall but still was able to hold all the clothes he'd owned in the past ten years. He packed it all up; the clothes, not the bed or the desk. Fucking hated to use those more than necessary anyway. And space that maybe coulda gone to photos or mementos, if he’d had them went to, a handful of rolled up baggies. Each one holding a powder or pill more precious than anything else he’d leave with.
Before leaving he dug through his dad’s closet and found a blue duffle bag holding pristine gym sneakers and old gym socks that were far-from. Tossing the former contents onto the floor, he went through the house, grabbing what they could spare, what they would notice long before they ever looked into his empty closet. Couple of rings from his mom’s jewelry case, silverware from the kitchen, including all the knives, hell, especially those. He took his sister’s boom box and most of her video games that no one but the pawn shop would want. His dad’s watch, new shoes, and a phone he could plug into his new place whenever he was able to afford the luxury of service. He stuffed the bag full, stretched it’s starched frame for the first time when he topped it off with a couple of the nice towels, and grabbed his father’s cigarettes as he went out the door.
Kira wasn't happy to see him, Katou hadn't really thought he would be. He'd only ever seen Kira happy to see one person, and Katou wasn't it. Whatever though, Kira didn't slam the door in his face and that was better than he'd expected.
Kira didn't ask either. Kira never really did. He took one look at Katou, bruised as usual, pissed off as usual, pathetic as usual but for one not high yet, took another look at the bags, put two and two together like Kira always managed to do and stepped out of the doorway.
"One night," he said. "And don't get any ideas, you're sleeping on the floor."
Katou said something snide to that, and actually didn’t get punched in the gut for it, which made him wonder if he actually looked as shitty as he felt. Didn’t seem too fucking likely, wasn’t like he’d cried or anything.
Kira's dingy apartment wasn't much larger than Katou's entire room had been. The floor was concrete, the bed squealed like hell whenever Kira sat on it and Katou would have doubted that it could even survive being used for anything more than sleeping except Kira was definitely getting laid so clearly it must, and there was a small pile of empty beer cans in one corner where they'd remain until Kira got around to cleaning them up. On top of the room's quality, the neighborhood was shitty, and Kira's dad would have shit himself if he'd known his fifteen year old son was spending his weeks away in this sort of place. The whole situation was really fucking pathetic, no one in their right minds should want this, no one with someone better to be.
He could ask why Kira bothered with this. He kind of wanted to tell the bastard to go home, and leave this place to him, but he didn't really feel it was too bright to test the extent of Kira’s sudden good will tonight. Being punched in the face or sleeping on the streets just weren’t that high on his to-do list. Instead he shoved his duffle bag against the wall, balanced his clothing stuffed backpack on top, and leaned back against the two.
He figured by now at least Sae’d probably noticed. Maybe.