The Photograph - Ni~ya x Sakito - #5, Last Photograph
Title: The Photograph
Author: jibunnohana
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Theme: memories, #5 last photograph
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Sakito unearths a lost treasure while at work.
”Smile, Saki!”
“Huh?” The flash was blinding that early in the morning, or was it late? Sakito wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep. After a late night out celebrating, that was little wonder. Niya’s bare arm turned the camera around to show the picture he had just taken of both of them in bed. The angle was off, and most of Sakito’s face was hidden under the blanket, bleary confused eyes squinted over the hem. Niya was only half in the picture, silver hair everywhere and a slightly startled expression on his face.
“That’s a terrible picture.” Amused, Sakito took the camera from his boyfriend’s hand to press the zoom button on his nose mole.
“It’s better than last year’s. Happy anniversary, angel.”
** * *
Sakito’s glasses slipped annoyingly down his nose. They needed to be adjusted but there was just no time. The new single was close to being finished, but not close enough to be comfortable with the deadline looming ahead. And so, Sakito was up late again in the studio, toying with a pencil on desk the band used to keep their paraphernalia. Notes, loose strings, coffee mugs, and scraps that may have once had a use littered the area. There was even a pair of Yomi’s underwear that he resolutely tried to ignore. The other four were scattered around the studio in varying states of lethargy. It was late and they all wanted to go home, but not without the assurance of completing the work.
As a way to organize his thoughts or possibly a form of procrastination, Sakito started sorting and stacking papers on the desk. Receipts, lined composition paper (used or otherwise), the odd photo or two all ended up in tidy piles until he unearthed a forgotten treasure. The crooked angle, the washed out coloring, the date a little over a year before, everything screamed an aching familiarity in the glossy print. He picked it up, and looked carefully at Niya’s face, tenderly smoothing the creases that had collected from lack of proper care. Too easily Sakito could be lost in the past, though he was undecided whether he wanted to remember so vividly or not.
“Oh, that’s where that went.” Niya was being purposefully disinterested, and Sakito dropped the photo guiltily back on the desk. The bassist was carrying a paper cup from the coffee machine as he entered the office.
“I...uh...I found it in the pile of papers…” he explained.
Niya shrugged and leaned against the wall, handing Sakito the cup. “I thought you might need some of this.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s it going in here?” He was trying to make light conversation, but his eyes still wandered toward the picture.
“Not great. I don’t think we’re going to finish tonight. We’re all too tired.”
“Yeah.”
Sakito’s hands seemed to be drawn like magnets to the well-worn photo. The coffee remained untouched on the desk. He sighed, “Niya?”
“Hmm?”
“Was it really such a good idea?” Swallowing hard, he continued. “Splitting up, I mean.”
“….” Niya was silent, thoughtful or appalled by the question, he couldn’t tell which. Eight months might not have been long enough to get past the confusion they both felt. “I don’t know.”
If he would regret this, it was too late. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, honey.”
Author: jibunnohana
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito
Theme: memories, #5 last photograph
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Sakito unearths a lost treasure while at work.
”Smile, Saki!”
“Huh?” The flash was blinding that early in the morning, or was it late? Sakito wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep. After a late night out celebrating, that was little wonder. Niya’s bare arm turned the camera around to show the picture he had just taken of both of them in bed. The angle was off, and most of Sakito’s face was hidden under the blanket, bleary confused eyes squinted over the hem. Niya was only half in the picture, silver hair everywhere and a slightly startled expression on his face.
“That’s a terrible picture.” Amused, Sakito took the camera from his boyfriend’s hand to press the zoom button on his nose mole.
“It’s better than last year’s. Happy anniversary, angel.”
** * *
Sakito’s glasses slipped annoyingly down his nose. They needed to be adjusted but there was just no time. The new single was close to being finished, but not close enough to be comfortable with the deadline looming ahead. And so, Sakito was up late again in the studio, toying with a pencil on desk the band used to keep their paraphernalia. Notes, loose strings, coffee mugs, and scraps that may have once had a use littered the area. There was even a pair of Yomi’s underwear that he resolutely tried to ignore. The other four were scattered around the studio in varying states of lethargy. It was late and they all wanted to go home, but not without the assurance of completing the work.
As a way to organize his thoughts or possibly a form of procrastination, Sakito started sorting and stacking papers on the desk. Receipts, lined composition paper (used or otherwise), the odd photo or two all ended up in tidy piles until he unearthed a forgotten treasure. The crooked angle, the washed out coloring, the date a little over a year before, everything screamed an aching familiarity in the glossy print. He picked it up, and looked carefully at Niya’s face, tenderly smoothing the creases that had collected from lack of proper care. Too easily Sakito could be lost in the past, though he was undecided whether he wanted to remember so vividly or not.
“Oh, that’s where that went.” Niya was being purposefully disinterested, and Sakito dropped the photo guiltily back on the desk. The bassist was carrying a paper cup from the coffee machine as he entered the office.
“I...uh...I found it in the pile of papers…” he explained.
Niya shrugged and leaned against the wall, handing Sakito the cup. “I thought you might need some of this.”
“Thanks.”
“How’s it going in here?” He was trying to make light conversation, but his eyes still wandered toward the picture.
“Not great. I don’t think we’re going to finish tonight. We’re all too tired.”
“Yeah.”
Sakito’s hands seemed to be drawn like magnets to the well-worn photo. The coffee remained untouched on the desk. He sighed, “Niya?”
“Hmm?”
“Was it really such a good idea?” Swallowing hard, he continued. “Splitting up, I mean.”
“….” Niya was silent, thoughtful or appalled by the question, he couldn’t tell which. Eight months might not have been long enough to get past the confusion they both felt. “I don’t know.”
If he would regret this, it was too late. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, honey.”