Pairing: Soraru x Urata
Genre: Honestly Idk what genre this is I'm so sorry ww
Requested by mysteryjessica
A/N: This was inspired by the song scissorhands and some random trailer of the movie which I watched cause I was obsessed with this song ww This is for the wonderful great, Mai-san, I hope you'll like it!
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Winter was coming to an end and spring was coming yet snow was falling from the sky, covering the ground in a beautiful white layer.
A certain flower garden was also not spared by the snow as the flowers were covered with the snow, a raven-haired male standing there as he watched them without any expression on his face.
The coldness didn't bother him. Unlike the emptiness that he felt within him.
It was so cold, sad and lonely in this mansion which was shun away from the others.
He, who was so different than the others, was not allowed to live with them.
Just because he had something that others didn't.
Scissorhands.
Those delicate fingers that humans possessed, something that he did not have.
He only had scissors instead, having had them since his birth already.
Those hands which contained no warmth. Those hands where the snow wouldn't melt even as they met his fingertips.
Those hands which humans were so terrified of. Those hands who could only hurt people.
Yes, Soraru was hated by the society. Though he couldn't change anything about it. For they wouldn't even let him get close to them, fearing that he would pierce their hearts with those scissorhands that he had.
And he couldn't blame them. For he was terrified of them himself. Those hands who could only hurt and not protect.
Yet there was one person who didn't care about what others said. Who had ignored their warnings and still decided to approach the raven-haired male despite all of it.
Urata Wataru.
He had heard about the rumors of a male with scissorhands residing in the mansion laid further away from town.
And the brunet being himself, decided to go there because why not? After all, he was curious.
"Wow, it's cold here.", the brunet muttered to himself, shivering slightly as he walked through the fresh snow towards the gates of the mansion.
Looking at the black gates for a little while longer, the brunet then let out a sigh before pushing them open and walking inside, alarming the raven-haired male who looked at the gates before walking off quickly and silently back into the mansion.
Upon entering, Urata barely caught the glimpse of a figure rushing into the mansion as he, too, walked there, quickly getting inside as he called out to the other who was walking up the stairs quickly.
"Oiiiii, I am not going to hurt you or anything! You scared? Don't run away!", the younger male said as the older male sighed as he put up a good distance away from them before answering.
"I am not scared of getting hurt. Though you should be the one to get hurt. Haven't you heard about the rumors?", the raven-haired male asked as he looked at the male in distaste.
"Rumors? You mean the guy with the scissorhands? Then yeah. Though that's exactly why I'm here. Oh yeah, I'm Urata Wataru by the way, nice to meet you.", the brunet introduced himself as the other could only look at him in disbelief before nodding.
"...Soraru. Anyways, you should get out of here. This is no place for you to play around. If this is some kind of courage test, leave it, it's not worth it.", the older male told him, making sure to hide his hands behind his back as he was lucky for the lights to not show his hands.
"It's not cause of some courage test or anything. My friends told me about him and I thought I'd pay him a visit.", Urata said as he rummaged in his bag before pulling out a box. "I made some onigiri too."
While the younger male told him that so casually, Soraru could only look at him in disbelief before his face turned sour as he decided it would be best to just scare him away now so that he would never come again.
"Well, you've met him.", the raven-haired male said before getting closer and extending one of his hand so that his scissors were close to graze the brunet's neck as he stared down at him. "Now get out of here before I slit your throat open.", Soraru warned him as he gave the other a cold stare.
The brunet only stared at him with wide eyes not saying anything before humming as he tilted his head and lifted his box.
"Sure. After we eat this together. Isn't it rude to treat your guest, who even made you some food, like this?", Urata asked as the older male blinked a few times before letting his hand sink down, not knowing how to react.
"...I'm sorry?"
"Apology accepted. Now where's your kitchen? We can eat there.", the younger male told him as Soraru didn't know what to do, being too confused as he merely nodded and lead the way to his dining hall which looked just like new because it wasn't used too much.
Sitting down across from the brunet, Soraru then looked at the younger male perplexed who opened the box to reveal the onigiri that he had made.
"Now eat.", Urata commanded as Soraru hummed. "...Sure. Though you do know that I can eat myself right?", Soraru asked him when he saw the other holding a onigiri out for him as the brunet was ignoring him and only waved it around.
"And waste my rice on your sciccors? No way, now open your mouth and stop being stubborn.", the other told him when he saw how Soraru hesitated.
"Says you."
In his opinion, Urata was way more stubborn than him. Who would keep insisting to eat with the man with scissorhands and then even feed him?
This boy was not only stubborn but weird as well.
"...Are you not scared of me? I could slit your throat open at any time. I could hurt you. You could die right now because of your silly thought of wanting to make some food for someone with scissorhands who is feared by everyone.", Soraru reminded him as the younger male stayed silent for a bit before answering.
"You won't hurt me. I mean, you didn't when you could have before when your hands were so close to slitting my throat open? And it's not silly. Just heard that you were all alone which is sad cause everyone needs some company.", Urata told him as he let out a sigh.
"And to answer your question: No, I am not scared of you. After all, we are both kind of similar.", the brunet told him as he looked out of the large glass doors which showed the magnificent snow scenery outside.
"Similar? How?"
To that, a small wry smile formed on Urata's face before he looked back at the older male to answer.
"We're both lonely? Well, I do have friends but they don't understand me.", Urata explained.
"Lonely? How foolish of you to assume that just because I am alone, I'm lonely. I'd rather live alone like this if it's not to meet others again who judge books by their covers.", the raven-haired male hissed.
"You're right. Maybe I am the only one who felt lonely. But... I didn't judge you by your hands, did I?", Urata pointed out as the older male didn't say anything to that as it was true.
"I just felt that maybe if you were alone too, you wouldn't mind some company. And I am not scared of you. So if you don't mind, can I come over once in a while? I will bring you food too.", the brunet added, trying to convince the other male.
"I don't need your food.", Soraru rejected him immediately as the younger male drew in a breath but nodded as he let his hand with the onigiri sink down.
"But I don't mind if you would come again. If it makes you feel less lonely.", the raven-haired male said after a few seconds which made the other widen his eyes in surprise as he looked at the taller gently taking the box away from Urata with his hands as he made sure to not touch the other with it.
"And this, I will eat later so that your cooking won't go to waste.", Soraru assured him as the brunet sat there frozen for a good few seconds before a grin formed on his face and he nodded.
"Thanks. I will come again more often ok? You're really nice actually. I knew that it was the right choice to not believe the rumors. See you!"
And with that, the brunet rushed out as he quickly waved the older male goodbye before leaving, not noticing the expression on Soraru's face as he did and not knowing how much his words had affected the raven-haired male.
Nice? That's something Soraru hadn't heard from anyone anymore.
Not since the last time when he had met an albino in the past. Though that albino left him in the end, leaving a scar on Soraru's heart behind.
Burying his loneliness deep inside his heart, Soraru had forgotten how it felt like until this day when Urata had opened it again.
The desire of Soraru's for someone or anyone. For anyone to give him love and be with him.
But even if he wanted for someone to love him, he couldn't love them back as he knew he wasn't allowed to after what he did. So in the end, his desire got buried in his heart again.
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Ever since then, Urata would always come to visit him despite the warnings and protests of the villagers.
He always brought things with him, trying to get closer with Soraru who had stopped threatening him or anything of the sort.
It made him happy but at the same time, he couldn't help but notice the distance that the raven-haired male would always put between them.
Every day he came by, Soraru would always stand at the same spot, looking at the white roses which were covered in snow.
The sad expression the older male would always make when looking at them—
When Urata had asked him about it once, Soraru had merely ignored him, not saying anything.
When Urata would ask him to get closer and not stand too far away, Soraru had refused him, saying that he'd rather stay where he was because he didn't want to get close to humans, saying that he didn't trust him.
Though the brunet had learned that that was a lie later. It wasn't that Soraru didn't trust him. Soraru didn't trust himself. He was afraid of hurting people.
That, he had learned after spending more time with the older male. And he was determined to make the other open up to him more.
Starting by telling the older male about himself, Urata felt some weight lift off his chest too as he eventually and gradually started talking about what was on his heart.
He liked talking to Soraru.
The latter didn't talk much but he did listen to him, adding something to the conversation once in a while.
And Urata appreciated that. Slowly but surely, Soraru started talking more and the brunet learned more about the older male too.
How he is living with his scissorhands and how his usual life is. Hearing how much Soraru struggled with eating, Urata couldn't help but laugh as he offered to help the older male.
At first, Soraru had always refused as it was embarrassing. But as they got closer, he had slowly accepted it even though he was still embarrassed by it.
It made him look normal. Just like any other human and not the monster that everyone told Urata, Soraru was.
At some point, Urata was sure that the feelings he had for Soraru, were love.
And he wanted to confess someday too even if Soraru didn't seem like he wanted to be in any relationship. After all, he made Urata feel loved even if he did it unconsciously.
The way he would always eat everything he made. The way he would leave the food Urata liked the most for him. The way he would try to help out cleaning up things even though he wasn't that good at washing with his scissorhands.
They were small things but he appreciated it really. How he would listen to him rant and sometimes even give him advice.
Urata felt loved that way. Because it was usually always the other way around with him listening to others. With him helping others out. It was the first time for him to be the one helped.
And so, one morning, he decided to confess to Soraru. He did flirt with the older male once in a while but it was obvious that the raven-haired male never got it. Something else that Urata had learned. Soraru was quite a dense person, clearly not having much experience with talking to people.
With that determination, he had woken up earlier than usual, made breakfast for his roommates quickly before heading off, quickly informing a blond male who had awoken before rushing off, closing the door behind him as the younger male had merely seen him off sleepily.
The brunet was practically running with his usual homemade food in his arms as he felt the air growing colder around him, a familiar mansion coming into his sight as he felt the temperature slowly falling along with the snow flakes.
Opening the gates, Urata expected to see the raven-haired male to stand there as he always did, gazing at the white roses like he always did.
But surprisingly, the garden was empty, the raven-haired male not standing where he usually was. "Soraru-san?"
Getting no response, Urata wondered where the older male could be as he decided to head into the mansion and search for the raven-haired male there. Maybe Soraru was inside because he came earlier than usual.
Even so, he would have thought for the older male to stand there already despite everything. Still, he decided to go inside as the other was probably there. But just before he stepped inside, he heard a faint sound of a familiar voice talking.
"Soraru-san?"
Walking towards the source of the voice, the brunet soon spotted the raven-haired male standing in front of something with his back towards Urata who was about to call out to the other but stopped himself when he heard Soraru talking again.
"It's been ten years huh, Mafu?", the raven-haired male said quietly as Urata immediately froze quickly hiding behind the bushes of roses as he then got a better look at Soraru who was kneeling in front of a tombstone, a bouquet of white roses lying on it.
"Are you still doing well up there? You used to tell me that you are an angel who would ascend to heaven right? I hope you like it there.", the male said as he laughed lightly at his own words and at the memories, Urata feeling his heart tingling a little when he saw that.
He knew Mafumafu. Or more like, he had heard of him and seen him once, in a picture along with Soraru. The albino who was sitting in a wheelchair, happily smiling into the camera and the raven-haired male standing next to him, a small smile on his face as well.
The fact that the albino held a special place in Soraru's heart, maybe even more than Urata, hurt the brunet.
"As for me... it's not going so well ever since you're gone. The villagers have started to distrust me even more, even hate me and despite me. Everyone who used to trust me, think of me as a monster now since that accident... since I took your life."
Hearing that made the brunet widen his eyes as he stood there with his mouth open not knowing how to react. Of course he had heard about the rumors of Soraru being dangerous and even capable of killing. But he had never believed them. To hear that the older male actually killed someone—
"I'm so sorry, Mafu. Even though I promised to protect you. Even though I said that I would never hurt anyone, I broke my promise.", the raven-haired male whispered, his voice trembling as he sunk to his knees.
"Even though I said all of that, I ended up killing you with my own hands because of my carelessness. I was so foolish to think I could have saved you from them.", Soraru said as he choked back a sob, Urata feeling like his heart broke when seeing the older male break down like that.
He had always seen the other be so sad. But never had he seen Soraru cry like this. Not even when he had once talked to him about Mafumafu.
"Ten years and I haven't changed! I told myself that it was better to just live alone for the rest of my life here with these roses that you love so much. But... I'm so sorry..."
Apologizing over and over again, Soraru used the back of his hand to wipe his tears away, not caring if the scissors would scratch his face.
"Even though I promised you that I would only love you. Even though I said that I would never fall in love again... It happened.", Soraru confessed as a wry smile formed on his face. Urata froze when he heard that. The raven-haired male actually fell in love again?
With whom? Urata was the only one he met right? Or were there others who visited him which the brunet didn't know about? The next words clarified everything though.
"His name is Urata Wataru. He is weird, you know?", the raven-haired male told, looking at the tombstone while Urata could only stand there shocked when he heard his name.
He came here prepared to confess but not to get indirectly confessed to. To see that Soraru actually returned his feelings, Urata felt happy.
"At first, I tried to threaten him away. But he still stayed. Even with my attitude, he still stayed. Even with me being a monster... he still stayed. And I love him so much...", the raven-haired male confessed once again.
"But I know that he can't be with me. People will despite him, will try to convince him to come back... I know they wouldn't dare to come close to me and I could have him if I wanted to but... I don't want him to end up like you.
I don't want him to die by my hands. I don't want to threaten people and accidentally hurt them. Because I, at least, want to keep my one promise of never hurting anyone ever again. Even so... I want him to love me. Aren't I selfish, Mafu?", Soraru asked as he laughed at himself, the tear stains freezing as he slowly stood up again brushing the snow off his legs.
"Today is the 10th year after you died. And the day... where I will severe my connections with everyone along with Urata. And then I will keep growing flowers for you in this mansion until I took my last breath. This is better...", Soraru said as he was about to turn around and go to the front gate to meet Urata only to see him standing right there, an angry expression on his face.
"Urata? How long have you been there?", the raven-haired male asked as the brunet staggered towards him furious. "How long have I been here? Who cares! More importantly, you just want to severe ties with me just like that without asking me for my own opinion how selfish are you?!", Urata asked as the older male took a few steps back to create a distance again.
"It's for your own good. You don't know what I am capable of and I could hurt you at any time. We could never know when I will accidentally hurt you with my hands.", Soraru argued. "A human shouldn't be together with a monster. They should be—"
"Monster, Monster, Monster! You keep talking about yourself like that just because of your hands! So what if you have scissorhands?! So what if people hate you?! So what if you did things in the past which you regret?! There are a lot of worse people out here! This is the present!", the brunet shouted as it was Soraru this time who froze as Urata stepped closer and put a hand on his chest, gripping the fabric of the older's shirt.
"I am not Mafumafu! I'm Urata! An entirely different person! And you are not a monster! You're just Soraru-san! Just Soraru-san, the man who I fell in love with! The man who I want to spend the rest of my life with!"
Grip weakening just like the volume of his voice, Urata felt a lump in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes, the shorter male looking up at the older male who was looking at him with wide eyes as he watched tears streaming down the brunet's face.
Lifting his hand, Soraru was about to wipe his tears away, wanting to stop the endless stream of tears rolling down the other male's cheek.
Yet he stopped when he realized that he would only hurt Urata this way, letting his hand sink back down as he stayed silent and let the younger male keep talking.
"I love you!", Urata declared as he used his free hand to put it over his own heart. "My heart hurts whenever I am not with you even if that sounds cheesy and it beats a lot faster whenever I am with you!"
"I came here to confess today and when I heard that you loved me too... I was so happy... just for me to realize that you wanted to quit seeing me for my own sake. Quit messing around with me! I don't care if I get hurt! I don't care if I would die by your hands! I just want to be with you!
I want to keep coming over and eat together and talk! I want to keep listening to your stories! I know I joke around how you're like an old man telling me these but I enjoy them! I want to keep joking around and listen to you sing and sing with you! So please!
I am begging you! Please don't ask me to not come here anymore! Don't shut me out of your life!", Urata pleaded as he cried wrapping his arms around the other's torso, Soraru only being able to stand there shocked as he took everything in, not knowing what to say for a while.
There was a short silence until Soraru spoke again, his voice being softer than it was usually. "I am the same. I also feel sad whenever you go as well. I don't like to admit this but I always wait in the garden for you to see you first thing when you come again. It was only that day as an exception that I stood outside but it became a routine since you came to visit.", the raven-haired male admitted with a small smile.
"I love you.", Soraru confessed as the grip around his torso tightened, Urata burying his face into the older male's chest in order for the other not to see his face. "I know. So won't you hold me?", Urata asked quietly as the raven-haired male was about to wrap his arms around the younger male, his arms stopping when he saw the horrific amount of scissors on him as a bitter smile formed on his face.
"I can't.", he whispered, pain visible in his voice.
"I love you. But I don't want to make the same mistake again as I did ten years ago. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. Even if you are fine with it, I could never forgive myself if I hurt you.", Soraru explained to him.
"You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't hurt me.", Urata said as he slightly pulled away, looking up at the older male, Soraru's face twisting slightly. "You... are so naive. Is it because of my personality that you think so? Well guess what? It can still happen! What if one day, I accidentally pierce through your heart and take your life?!
Do you want me to continue living with the guilt of having taken your life?! Mafumafu was bad already but what about you?! If I accidentally killed you then... I could never sleep again. I could never forgive my existence again..."
"You won't hurt me.", Urata repeated determined as he clenched his fists. "You are constantly living with caution ever since what happened. You would never allow yourself to hurt me. Because you wouldn't forgive yourself, you would do everything in order to not hurt me.
You want me to be happy. Though there is only one small thing you overlooked. I can't be happy without you. And same goes the other way around.", the brunet stated as Soraru couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard that.
"You sure have a lot of confidence, huh? Saying that I would do everything in order to not hurt you."
To that, a grin formed on the younger male's face as he looked up with closed eyes. "Yeah. I do have a lot of confidence. But you love that side of me too, don't you?"
Sighing, Soraru nodded as he put his chin gently on Urata's shoulder, burying his face into it as he closed his eyes, the smile still remaining. "I guess I do."
"You do. I love you. And you love me. So please... don't leave me behind. Let's work this out together. Let's help each other out. Please don't cast your feelings aside and forget about me. Please continue to love me.", Urata pleaded as he pulled away and gave the other a sad smile.
"Can't we at least try to be together and find a future with the two of us together?", the brunet asked as the older male hesitated, not answering for a while as he thought about it.
Soraru was scared. Of hurting Urata with his hands. Of taking away Urata's future which he could spend with someone better than him.
In his opinion, it was still better to let go now and forget about the other so that he could find happiness with someone else.
But he knew that he would never be able to forget Urata. No matter what. And he knew it was selfish of him. But the raven-haired male wanted to believe in Urata's smile.
Soraru wanted to stay by Urata's side and protect him without hurting anyone.
And with that thought, the older male leaned down slightly as he brought his face closer to the brunet's closing his eyes slightly before pressing his lips against the younger's.
No words needed to be said as Urata felt tears of happiness welling up his eyes when he realized how Soraru had decided to trust his words and not give up on the relationship they had together.
He knew that Soraru loved him like he loved Soraru.
Soraru knew that Urata loved him like he loved Urata.
His scissorhands which were on his sides right now, not daring to get closer to the brunet—
Soraru had a feeling that someday, he could caress Urata's cheeks with his hand without being scared and without hurting him.
So Soraru decided that he would accept his feelings for Urata.
That Soraru will love him.
That Soraru will give him love instead of just craving for love.
That he wouldn't deny his feelings anymore and say that he was fine with being alone.
That he wouldn't think that Mafumafu was the only one who was special to him anymore.
"Soraru-san!"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Soraru blinked a few times as he looked at the brunet in front of him who gave him a smile before putting his arms around the older male's neck.
"I love you~", the younger male chirped as a soft smile formed on the older male's face, Soraru putting his forehead onto the others as he nodded. "Yeah. Me too."
"I'll be able to love you."
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A/N: And done ww Wow it got a bit longer than I thought but I still hope you guys liked it! Thank you for reading this ww Sayonyaraaa
And remember to treasure your pillows