One Shots

Iwaoi - Haikyuu

Standing next to the love of his life clad in a black suit, Iwaizumi is smiling brighter than he thinks he has ever smiled before. Oikawa is right next to him but his smile is making his cheeks hurt and his heart clench.

Iwaizumi is facing a tall brunette; the female is so happy she is sparkling. The priest that is stationed behind the female and male makes them say their vows. Once all the words of love are exchanged Oikawa takes the bright red box out of his pocket before giving it to Iwaizumi; whose arm was out stretched and hand was open expectantly.  Iwaizumi pops the small box open before taking the ring out. He slides the large diamond and silver ring onto the female’s hand, before exchanging a tender kiss with her.

Oikawa feels like running. He wants to disappear. He doesn’t want to watch the person he has loved since middle school promise to grow old with someone other than him. It makes him feel sick.

Despite the heart wrenching emotions that are flowing through his entire being he still smiles and claps. Putting up a façade like this one is something Oikawa is talented at; so talented that it’s scary.

Iwaizumi and his new wife ran down the isle of the church room and out the doors of the building. Outside there was a large car waiting for them. All Oikawa could do was stand in complete horror, glued to the floor. As Iwaizumi picked up his new wife bridal style, swung her around a few times then gently threw her into the car. Both of the newly wedded couple’s faces were melted into happiness and affection, no. The entire of the churches current population had bright smiles and happy eyes.

Oikawa was the only person who looks like they just saw a murder. In a sense he just did. He saw a man and a woman unknowingly murder his heart and his happiness. Once the sleek car drove off with the newly wedded couple, Oikawa ran; he ignored the calls from his best friends (and crushes) mother, he ignored the tears streaming down his face, and he ignored the piercing that plagued his heart. He ran. He didn’t know where. All he knew was that he needed to be alone so he let his feet carry him. Carry him to an old bridge with a rusted railings on either side.

Once he was at his destination he cried. Fat, ugly tears poured out of his eyes like buckets. He leaned against the railing for support. Oikawa couldn’t make out the sound of rusted metal giving out over his own sobs. He could feel the old metal falling off the side of the bridge but it was too late. His body tumbled down the jagged cliff, getting bruised and bloody.  By the time he reached the bottom of the hill he couldn’t see straight, and he surely broke most of his bones.

As his light started fading, he couldn’t help but say in a crippled voice “I’m sorry, Iwa-chan”

~~~~~~~~~~Alternate ending that I hate my brain for~~~~~~~~~~

As the railing gave out Oikawa closed his eyes and prepared for death. He was surprised when a strong calloused hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back up. Oikawa slowly turned around expecting a stranger or maybe someone from the church that ran after him. To his horror what he saw when he turned around was the one and only Ushijima. Oikawa opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the tall brunette. “You should have come to Shiratorizawa.” Oikawa let out a very long, very loud scream. Blinded by rage Oikawa pushed the taller male off the cliff. "You should have gone to hell!"