[theme 10; Book - DiexKaoru ]
Title: Memories
Author: fonulyn
Theme: 10. Book
Rating: G
Pairing: Kaoru and Die
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do not get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: Gosh, again it’s been ages since I last wrote something on my own. This is only a small ficlet, maybe even a drabble as it’s short, but I enjoyed writing it. I’ve been stressing over the writer’s block, and I’m relieved I at least got something done XD Just give it a chance and take look, alright?^^
All my other fics here
The soft rustling of papers filled the air in the otherwise silent room.
A bit of light was seeping through the closed curtains, the lights of the city flickering outside, creating a nearly psychedelic sight with the hectic life of a huge metropolis that never slept, not even in the dead of night. Sometimes the place seemed to only come alive when the sun set down and its light was replaced by the red and green lights of the hundreds of neon signs.
Inside the room it was nearly silent though. The curtains effectively blocked out the light, isolating the room into like an island of its own. The shadows were dancing in the corners, the only source of light being an old bedside lamp with its yellowish gleam that offered just enough brightness so that the one sitting on the bed was able to see enough to read.
A wrinkled hand came to rest upon an opened book, fingers softly running along the side of one page whose edges were worn, small cuts here and there as it had definitely been in a frequent use for years. It was a photo album, the cover dark red leather and the pages thick and although once white now more light yellow.
On every page there were pictures, carefully glued to the paper, and although some of them were getting loose they still stubbornly held on to the pages. The colours of the photos were faded, what once had been bright red and bright pink now looked only like some soft pastel shades.
But the memory hadn’t faded, still clear in the old man’s mind. The vivid colours of that day were like branded in his soul, as he could recall every single detail. Although his hair was no longer red, and his lover wasn’t there to run his fingers through the soft strands, he could almost live the moment again as he closed his eyes.
“Die! Get your butt moving and come here!”
When the redhead glanced up, first a flash of pink caught his attention not so far away. The slightly shorter man was waving at him, telling him to get closer, the tone of his voice hinting that it was somehow urgent. Curiously Die headed towards him, his long legs bringing him to stand beside the other man in no time.
Questioningly Die arched an eyebrow, indicating that he wanted to know why he had to hurry. No explanation followed though, as Kaoru simply stood there, his lips curved into a small happy grin, his eyes sparkling like they only did when he was especially happy about something.
For a long moment, the younger man waited patiently. Thinking, that he would soon be informed about what it had been all about. He was wrong though, since still no explanation followed, and finally his patience reached its limit and he had to speak up.
“So, Kao, what is it?” His voice silent, words slow like he was afraid to break the moment with too much haste or by being too loud. He was so hypnotized by the dark eyes he was gazing into, that he startled when a camera’s flashlight suddenly blinded him for a second.
Kaoru laughed, snapping another picture of the two of them together, before seeming to be content for a short while. It was a new hobby of his, taking photographs whenever and wherever they were. ‘To preserve the moment’ he always said ‘so that we won’t forget even when we’re old and grey’.
“Come.”
A hand grabbed his, eagerly urging him to follow even further down the road.
The sun was shining bright that day. But even when it rained heavily in the evening they staid outside, not minding that they got soaking wet and had a long way home still. They simply had no eyes for anything else but each other.
Sighing, the old man closed the photo album, gently running his palm over the cover before setting the book down on the nightstand. It was all he had now, memories. Still he would say he was happy, content with his life.
He had loved. Loved like not many people get during their whole lifetime. And he had been loved back, all those years until his lover had passed away a couple of years ago, silently in his sleep.
And he knew, deep down inside, that he would soon follow.
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Author: fonulyn
Theme: 10. Book
Rating: G
Pairing: Kaoru and Die
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do not get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: Gosh, again it’s been ages since I last wrote something on my own. This is only a small ficlet, maybe even a drabble as it’s short, but I enjoyed writing it. I’ve been stressing over the writer’s block, and I’m relieved I at least got something done XD Just give it a chance and take look, alright?^^
All my other fics here
The soft rustling of papers filled the air in the otherwise silent room.
A bit of light was seeping through the closed curtains, the lights of the city flickering outside, creating a nearly psychedelic sight with the hectic life of a huge metropolis that never slept, not even in the dead of night. Sometimes the place seemed to only come alive when the sun set down and its light was replaced by the red and green lights of the hundreds of neon signs.
Inside the room it was nearly silent though. The curtains effectively blocked out the light, isolating the room into like an island of its own. The shadows were dancing in the corners, the only source of light being an old bedside lamp with its yellowish gleam that offered just enough brightness so that the one sitting on the bed was able to see enough to read.
A wrinkled hand came to rest upon an opened book, fingers softly running along the side of one page whose edges were worn, small cuts here and there as it had definitely been in a frequent use for years. It was a photo album, the cover dark red leather and the pages thick and although once white now more light yellow.
On every page there were pictures, carefully glued to the paper, and although some of them were getting loose they still stubbornly held on to the pages. The colours of the photos were faded, what once had been bright red and bright pink now looked only like some soft pastel shades.
But the memory hadn’t faded, still clear in the old man’s mind. The vivid colours of that day were like branded in his soul, as he could recall every single detail. Although his hair was no longer red, and his lover wasn’t there to run his fingers through the soft strands, he could almost live the moment again as he closed his eyes.
“Die! Get your butt moving and come here!”
When the redhead glanced up, first a flash of pink caught his attention not so far away. The slightly shorter man was waving at him, telling him to get closer, the tone of his voice hinting that it was somehow urgent. Curiously Die headed towards him, his long legs bringing him to stand beside the other man in no time.
Questioningly Die arched an eyebrow, indicating that he wanted to know why he had to hurry. No explanation followed though, as Kaoru simply stood there, his lips curved into a small happy grin, his eyes sparkling like they only did when he was especially happy about something.
For a long moment, the younger man waited patiently. Thinking, that he would soon be informed about what it had been all about. He was wrong though, since still no explanation followed, and finally his patience reached its limit and he had to speak up.
“So, Kao, what is it?” His voice silent, words slow like he was afraid to break the moment with too much haste or by being too loud. He was so hypnotized by the dark eyes he was gazing into, that he startled when a camera’s flashlight suddenly blinded him for a second.
Kaoru laughed, snapping another picture of the two of them together, before seeming to be content for a short while. It was a new hobby of his, taking photographs whenever and wherever they were. ‘To preserve the moment’ he always said ‘so that we won’t forget even when we’re old and grey’.
“Come.”
A hand grabbed his, eagerly urging him to follow even further down the road.
The sun was shining bright that day. But even when it rained heavily in the evening they staid outside, not minding that they got soaking wet and had a long way home still. They simply had no eyes for anything else but each other.
Sighing, the old man closed the photo album, gently running his palm over the cover before setting the book down on the nightstand. It was all he had now, memories. Still he would say he was happy, content with his life.
He had loved. Loved like not many people get during their whole lifetime. And he had been loved back, all those years until his lover had passed away a couple of years ago, silently in his sleep.
And he knew, deep down inside, that he would soon follow.
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