Notes
Title:Notes
Genre: Angst
Main Pairing: Ruki x Kai
Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death
Disclaimer: Mommy said pets don't include sexy men with kitty-ears on...
Summary: And then I saw them, up in your attic stored away in dust-covered cardboard boxes. None of them fit your personality at all, but then I saw little notes in the boxes.
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A sigh escaped my lips before I closed them tightly, not even trying to hide my feelings of despair or the melancholy mood that followed my every step. The room; this room; your room changed with a depressed setting. The two windows, both were shut, but the blinds were open, allowing with forever crying rain to pour and pound drop by drop onto the glass shield before sliding down to the paint-chipped windowsill where small pools formed before they too fell over in gushing amounts like tiny streams of waterfalls. Even the walls, where pictures and posters were scattered about, seemed to follow the mood change. They used to be white, as far as my memory recollects; but now they fit with a deep grey to them and black shadows here and there.
I let my eyes follow every curve of the object held in one hand as I used my other to trace every crevasse of the small porsilne collectors’ dragon you saw one day in a store and just had to have. A sad smile curved on my lips as I set it down in the exact place I picked it up, fitting perfectly in the ring of dust that had gathered on the tables and shelves throughout your room. I remember telling you that you didn’t like dragons, but you replied with a toothy one-sided grin, the one you were famous for, and shrugged saying it was just something that caught your eye. At the time, I just nodded, slightly skeptical about what you had in mind, but once our relationship was taken further and I met your family for the first time as being your lover instead of a friend or a brother bandmate, your mother commented about all the random objects you would come home with, just piling them in your room like a pack-rat. And then I saw them, up in your attic stored away in dust-covered cardboard boxes. None of them fit your personality at all, but then I saw little notes in the boxes. One the small pieces of papers were the objects listed, a date, and where you had found them. Years later you told me you held onto them because they were memories of things you never want to forget when you grew old.
I smiled as I picked up a cooking book I bought you for our first Christmas together. And there, on the back cover page, just barely peeking out of the plastic cover of the book, was a small sticky-note with Christmas 2005 written on it. There was no object name, solely because it was attached to the object with reinforcement from taped sides on it, and no location because it was at our apartment where you had received the book.
My fingers glided over the words you would study for hours before trying to cook just one meal, be it large or small; you always perfected it for me. You spoiled me, we both knew it, but we never stopped it because you loved to make me happy; I loved you being happy. Our love spun around in a circle, always doing things for each other, rarely being selfish. And of course we had out arguments and fights, the proof was in this next object I found hidden between two books. It was a picture frame, with the picture of my precious Koron in it. The bulk of the glass was gone, leaving tiny bits clinging to the wooden frame which was also cracked. I remember telling you to stop treating me like I couldn’t do anything myself, but you remained calm. The only time you raised your voice was when I got out of line and launched the closest thing to me at you; the broken picture that I turned around. There, written in silver sharpie, obviously the only thing you had around at the time, was
March 19, 2006
First fight
Another sigh, deeper this time, reached my lips as I felt a stinging in my heart and I could feel tears falling from my eyes as I blinked. I made no movement to stop them, instead I crouched down, still at the same book shelf I’ve been at where pictures and papers lie, and at the very bottom, between two pictures, one of you the other of me, was a small black box. As far as I remember, there was a small crystal egg-shaped thing we sat there, but here lies something I had never seen before.
A sob is caught in my throat as my trembling fingers reach out to take hold of the small black box. I dare not open it, not before studying it. I flipped it left, right, looked at it sideways, back-ways, and all-ways you could turn the small object but there was no note with it. So, ignoring the fancy golden words and borders printed on it, I opened it. A sob, louder than the first, left my mouth as I tried to catch it with a cupped hand that I quickly brought to the parted lips. I now freely cried as I looked at what could have been, should have been, but never could be.
I closed the box and returned it to its spot on your shelf, faster than any other object I touched, as I heard footsteps. I watched as you, dejectedly, walked past your room, towards mine, which was more of the study and guestroom due to the fact I rarely slept in my own bed. I heard your cries of pain and hurt and they rang deep in my ears to my heart. What seemed like hours, you emerged from the room and walked past me to enter your room as I now leaned on the door frame. Your trembling form quickly didn’t bother to sit on the comfy office chair, instead you hung over it and reached for a pen and ripped a piece of paper off of an envelope nearby and scribbled something. My watery eyes watched sadly as you moved quickly towards that small black box, watched you open it, watched you pull out the ring that sat in the cushion, and watched you place a small piece of paper before returning the cushion and ring correctly in the box. You broke down again, falling into a huddled ball of crying memories, clutching the box to your beating heart. I waited until you fell asleep, just like that, to read you newest note.
Will you marry me?
R.I.P. Takanori Matsumoto.
1982 - 2010
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A/N: Anyone close to tears? Well, I was. Not writting it, but when I got the insparation for it. I was snooping through my older brother's room (Because he is out of town today and I never get to do that anymore) and I saw a bunch of things at his book shelf that started making me cry. I saw pictures of us, I opened up a box he and my dad made together when my dad got home from a deployment... And then I found a false bottom in the box, one that wasn't there before. But boy oh boy did I start crying. A picture of me and him at the beach in Hawaii (Where we grew up) and he was holding my hand. What's so special? That day was the first time I went into the ocean and he was helping me... Now, ya'll might not know this but my brother is going into the Army in June so I'm running out of time... Thus, something like this. lol, comments? Questions? Concerns? (And btw, for those people out there, you know who you are, Ruki is NOT dead. mk? Just fiction.)
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